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luvwestwood · 3 months

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"AFK" - Choso Kamo (with twt links)

"..like fortnite, i’ma need your skin.."

3,012 words.

warnings. nsfw(18+), bf/gamer! choso, oral sex (m rec.), humiliation, desk sex, exhibitionism, trying not to get caught, feral choso, p in v, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, degradation, choso whimper links included lol,

notes. my previous drabble abt choso had a lil kick to it, definitely had to make it into a full one-shot! hope u guys enjoy, and thank u for 450 followers hehe, so I included twt links! ^^

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russian translation by @juliabelll ❤️

Not too long ago, it was Choso's birthday. Being an amazing girlfriend you are, of course you built him a brand new PC. It cost you an arm and a leg, but that didn't matter at all when it came to Choso. Seeing him happy itched a part of your brain, especially when he was the one who would pay for everything: dates, your online shopping carts, you name it.

He never really bought anything for himself. You were getting tired of the countless times that he went on a tangent about how slow his previous machine was. It was doing your head in, so you saved up. For what you now call a 'not-blessing-in-disguise'.

Choso was obsessed with his new PC, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. Part of you was starting to regret it all. The man barely paid attention to you.

Am I the asshole for being mad that my boyfriend likes his gift a bit too much? No, I wouldn't think so. I should be delighted, but it's pretty much getting outrageous.

The fact that he has almost every single game out there on that PC in just a span of one week since he got it - means there's more for him to do. Every day, he'd wake up, do a bit of house stuff then sit his ass down to play with his friends. For as long as he can. Never leaving that room. Hell, he wouldn't even bother answering your messages until an hour later. 'Mb, was on the game' is something that was engraved in your brain by now.

Every time you'd come over, he'd ignore you simply by just gluing his eyes on the screen. If you try to nap, just go home. You've lost track of how many times he's managed to wake you up with his blood-curdling screams. There were times when Choso didn't even notice you leaving, which upset you quite a bit.

Of course, you had moments when you needed him the most. Like, badly. Freshly shaved, he's not even mentally there to take a peek. You could be naked and oiled up in his bed, Choso wouldn't even bat an eye.

…Advice to self, don't get him a PS5 this Christmas.

"Choso," You called out, sat on the edge of the bed behind him. No answer. Per usual, you wanted to rip that headset off his head.

Dark circles were forming around his eyes, endless cans of monster were scattered all over his desk. "Nah let's just fight Oscar, we've got a minute until the circle closes."

Rolling your eyes, a scoff escapes your mouth. Aaand he didn't hear you. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brows. He was honestly testing your patience. "Choso?!"

Choso flinches a bit, pulling one side of his headset away from his ear. His gaming chair spins around to face you. "Baby?"

He knew you were mad. You looked more than pissed. It was really because this recurring behavior of his was getting too much. "Your eyes are always on that screen! Did you even know that I was here!?”

“I-I’m sorry. Look, I'll get off after this game!” From his headset you could hear Choso’s friends teasing and picking on him. They probably heard you scolding your poor boyfriend. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you were about to speak, he immediately spun his chair back around to face that stupid monitor again. He was too engrossed in the game. It was his squad of four against the only opposing team.

Groaning, you flop back onto his mattress. "..You always say that, and you never do." Muttering under your breath, you stare at the ceiling blankly. What felt like a hammer to your head, Choso's war cries could only get louder each second.

The past few days, you had no choice but to use your own fingers to toy with yourself. You were needy, and you missed your boyfriend's touch. Too bad he was too occupied. How come his keyboard and mouse get to be touched by him more than your....

Using all of your strength, you sat yourself up again on the edge of his mattress. Realizing there's no use in scolding him, you quietly walked up behind Choso, combing your fingers through his hair. You loved when it was down, and he loved it when you played with his hair. He found it relaxing. You could tell by the way his body was no longer tensed up, the back of his head falling heavy onto your hand.

Your hands left his hair, travelling down to his nape. With your freshly manicured nails (which he paid for), you gently scratched his skin on his neck. You could see goosebumps forming, but said nothing about it. Choso who was ticklish, tilted his head to the side - "Mmm," He hummed, telling you off as you were starting to distract him.

Letting out a laboured sigh, you stared at the back of his head. Wondering what to do with him, you pouted. Maybe I should just leave like every other day? No, I can't back down.

He seems really busy. Would he even notice if I crawled under his desk? Grinning, you got on your knees, crawling like a kitty underneath his desk but making minimal noise. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his reaction, but his eyes were still gawking at the flashing screen in front of him.

Coming face to face with his sweats, you kneeled, just in level with his lap. Peeking your head out from the shadows under his desk, Choso had only noticed you then. His eyes widened, the sight of you looking up at him like a puppy had started to cloud up his thoughts.

Grabbing onto his wrist, he slowly let go of his mouse. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he took it in the palm of his hand, eventually giving in and using his thumb to softly caress your lips. "..I missed you, Choso.." You whispered, softly sucking on his thumb. "..I need you,"

His breath hitched, your words were doing something to him. What a fool he was for ignoring you all this time? Just then, a cacophony of voices screaming through his headset broke him out of his trance. Choso's warm hand left your face, causing you to frown. Your fun was cut short. Way too short.

You had enough, deciding it was time you finally got what you wanted. Snaking your two hands up the soft cotton of his sweats, they stopped right at his crotch. His eyes anxiously shot down to you underneath him, telling you off and pointing to his headset.

Placing a finger onto your lips, you told him to just be quiet. His eyes frantically flickered from you, then to his monitor. Slowly, you slid down his pants. Smiling at the way he rose himself up from his seat slightly, so it would be easier to take them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Taking his long, thick cock into your hands, you jerked it ever so slightly. Choso cleared his throat, keeping his mouth shut all of a sudden in case he accidentally makes unwanted noise. He was practically melting under your touch, into the chair. Gliding your tongue over his pink tip, he didn't dare look at you. Not long after, your warm mouth wrapped over him, Choso letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

You knew how to push his buttons, bringing yourself to fully deepthroat his cock for a few seconds. His lips purse shut, Choso slightly biting down onto his bottom lip. His fingers started to press on the wrong keys, unable to focus on the game.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected your tongue and his aching tip. You brought your lips back onto his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you used your two hands to jerk him off at the same time.

The man above was folding at the pornographic sight underneath him. Hearing Choso moan by accident, he quickly covered it up with a cough. “…Yeah, no, I’m good- Just don’t- feel well..”Friends concerned, Choso had come up with a convincing lie in just seconds. His hand reached down to rake through your hair until his fist was full of it. [link]

He lightly pushed your head up and down his length, your mouth making sloppy noises all over, buckets of spit dripping down your chin and his balls.

Ripping his headset off, Choso didn't care about the game anymore. Or his friends. He groaned as you fondled with his balls, giving them a suck afterwards. His light grey pants were turning a darker shade than before. His two hands clawed into your hair on both sides of your face, Choso started to fuck his cock into the back your throat.

Moaning, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell back onto the cushion of his chair. His balls tightening as he heard how you constantly gagged over his thick cock. "Fuck.. Just like that.."

His moans were a mixture of curses and long groans, tears started to well up in your eyes. Choso opened his eyes again, looking down at you as he drew your mouth away from his cock. He smiled, seeing your makeup all ruined, your face covered with spit and so did his lap.

Rolling his chair away from the desk, he grabbed you from underneath. Only to pull it back again, placing it in front of his PC. Guiding his hand on your back, he bent you over on the chair, making your two legs kneel on the soft cushion so you wouldn't tire out. [link]

Holding tightly onto your hair, your head fell back towards him. Choso had ripped the fabric of your leggings that was unfortunately covering your cunt. Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your hole, his hands shaking from how eager he was.

Easily sliding in from the slick that covered your hole, you grabbed onto the arm rest in front of you; Choso stretching you out completely. Wasting no time, he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his hard cock into you.

His monitor started to gently shake from how hard his cock was bullying into you, skin slapping as his balls that were full of weeks load cum made contact with your clit.

"C-Choso.." You cried out, your hand reaching back to his pelvis. Staring at yourself getting fucked like a slut through the reflection of his PC monitor, your ass rippled with each and every one of his thrusts.

Maintaining his brutal pace, his fingers were no longer woven into your hair, reaching out to the headset on his desk. Confused, you kept your eyes open to watch Choso place them over your head. "W-What..?"

His hands gripped onto the flesh of your hips, Choso leaned into your ear. "Keep moaning you slut, let them hear you." All of a sudden he groaned, feeling you clench around him at what he just said. "You like that, don't you?"

Spinning you slightly to one side, his leg went up onto the chair with you, allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper. "Eyes up at that camera too, show them how pretty you look taking my cock," Tears started to stream down the sides of your cheeks, your face had flushed red.

Choso's hands took a hold of your hair again, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. "I.." Speechless, you lost your ability to form a basic sentence. His fat cock left you braindead, at this point you were seeing nothing but stars.

"..Use your words baby," A creamy white ring started to form at his base as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Choso's hand kept stamping down on your back from time to time to make sure you kept that arch. "..Isn't this what you've been wanting all week?"

"Y-you're so deep.. I can't.." Your hand reached back to his abs, twisting the white fabric of his tank top until it was all wrinkly. He took a hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. Choso slightly bent over, his warm body resting against your back.

He quietly groaned into your ear, chanting your name like a prayer. You were fucked out of your mind. "You feel so good.. like this pussy was made for me." The pace of his thrusts slowed down, but his hips still rut into you hard each time. His strokes hard and deep, you swear could feel him all up in your guts. Your jaw had dropped, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Choso's hands reached under your loose shirt, letting your tits spill out of your bra. Gently twisting your nipple between his finger tips, fondling with your whole breast afterwards, he forgot how much he loved wrapping his mouth around those.

"Your cock.. It feels so good.." You babbled, Choso sneaking his fingers underneath to rub lazy circles on your clit. Your legs began to tremble, fortunately your throat managed to choke out a whine.

Also seeing him in the reflection of his monitor, strands of his hair started to stick to his face. Multiple beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Choso didn't want to leave your pussy. Not even Thor could pull him out. He enjoyed using you like a cock whore.

You felt so dizzy, mind full of his cock. Choso let out multiple whimpers as he felt his orgasm nearing, his index finger hooking onto the side of your mouth. The very last few seconds, his cock bottomed into you, trying to chase your orgasm. The desk hitting against he wall non-stop, his headset that was on you started to fall off your head.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses down your back, his hand grabbed onto the plush flesh of your ass, continuously giving it a spank every now and then.

The wet, slapping noises of your skin continued to follow, until you felt his thrusts come to a sudden halt. His hot cum shooting inside of you rope after rope, just before he pulled out to let the rest out onto your ass. "..Fuck.. look at that."

Using his thumb to spread your hole wide open, his load spilt onto the black leather of his gaming chair. You panted, tired and hole throbbing. You got what you wanted, that’s for sure. Forcing his headset off you, you couldn't do anything but lean against his desk, trying to regulate your breathing pattern back to normal.

"..We're not done here," Choso laughed behind you, your cunt still dripping of his thick load. His hands roughly turned your body around, placing you on top the desk to face him. Using his foot to push the chair away, he lined his cock with your hole again, using his cum that was already inside of you as lube.

"Oh m-my- Choso!" You yelped, one hand taking grip onto his shoulder for support, the other holding knocking his keyboard out of the way, trying to find something to hold onto other than his shoulder.

His forehead rested against yours, the staggering movement of his hips causing the desk itself to shake under the two of you. Choso watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your hole, grunts coming out through his clench teeth as he wrapped his large hands around your thighs. He wanted more, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"..Good girl," He gritted through his teeth, "..I love t-this pussy, and you." Choso's hands pressed flat against the desk, his lips locking onto yours. His cock was coated in a mixture of his and your own cum, your sweaty bodies intimately hugging against each other.

Choso wanted to feel all you, he just craved more and more each minute. His hands shakily held onto the sides of your waist, his lips moving to your jaw to plant more kisses.

"You're so beautiful, look at me baby." Choso lightly tapped the side of your face, telling you to maintain eye contact.

Obeying, you kept your eyes open; looking into his but not a thought behind your own eyes. You only continued to whine under his touch, overstimulated from how much he's used you like a cock whore. You were so close to losing your mind, drunk off his cock.

Choso too, was lost in your pussy. God, was he whipped— If only he could stay inside you forever, he definitely would. This whole time he was busy cursing at himself, how much of an idiot he is to not appreciate what he has - you. Your cheeks were stained with your hot tears, Choso hushing you and wiping them away every now and then.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, feeling his balls tighten for the second time, the tightness of your pussy heightening his stimulation.

Your hands cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. His thrusts turning sloppy, you cooed. “..Cum for me, I want it all inside..”

This caused the coil inside of Choso to snap, him desperately whimpering into your ear as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “F-fu-ck..” Tightly holding onto the flesh of your hips, he made sure his second load stayed inside of you.

Sliding his cock out, Choso rested his heavy cock just above your pussy. Making sure he planted a peck on your forehead, trying to catch his breath. The two of you laugh, your bodies aching and sweaty, his entire desk and chair a mess.

Reaching for something, you blinked as Choso grabbed his headset that ended up on the other side of the desk. Placing one side against his ear, he spoke into the mic. "..GG."

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campingwiththecharmings · 11 months

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I have a Poe requestttttt. I’ve been sitting on this for so long and couldn’t decide if I’d ask anyone for a full fic just cuz it’s so specific but it’s fine whatevs LOL if it inspires ya, it’s yours to run with. Okay so imagine this…

Poe’s going down on you. You peek down at him and seeing him buried between your legs makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan. It surprises Poe a little because he usually has to coax you out of your shell to be more vocal.

Poe looks up, fingers still in you, and says, “baby, can you look at me?”

All you can do is shake your head and say, “uh uh.”

“C’mon, don’t be shy, why not?”

“I don’t wanna cum yet”

K thanks byeeeee

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AN: Thanks so much for sending this request (and for being so patient, I'm sorry it took so long to respond to this)! I tried to stay as true to your vision as I could, but sometimes my fingers have a mind of their own and go off on tangents lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 874 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, oral sex, fingering (please let me know if I missed anything). AO3

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The room is warm, sweat beading and sliding over your naked skin in rivulets. Poe hums from between your spread thighs, pulling your clit between his lips and sucking gently. His hands hold your hips down as he feasts on you, the wet squelch of your slick cunt loud in your ears. Silently, you writhe in pleasure, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other in his hair. You’ve never been very vocal in the bedroom, something you assume is the product of always having had to share your private spaces with others. He’s never said anything but, you know it was a bit of an adjustment for Poe when you’d initially gotten together (what with him being as vocal as he is), but he’s never made you feel self-conscious about it. On the contrary, the man seems to view it as some kind of personal challenge, smiling smugly every time he manages to get you to make even the smallest of sounds.

As a result, he’s become very, very attuned to you and your body.

Poe flicks your clit with his tongue and your hand in his hair clenches, fingers pulling at the thick strands. He moans against your folds, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your mouth fall open in a quiet gasp. Gently, he pushes two fingers inside you, caressing your walls with his fingertips. He pulls his mouth off of your clit as he presses in further, crooking his fingers, searching for all your sweet spots. His soft hair brushes against your inner thighs as he works and for some reason, it makes you glance down at him.

The sight of him alone is almost enough for you to come—lush, dark curls falling across his forehead and into his eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth. The moan catches you off guard, slipping out from between your lips without your permission. Your eyes widen a little as Poe looks up at you, eyebrows raising a little in surprise.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he rasps, fingers still pumping in and out of you as his soft eyes study your face.

You nod, sucking in a breath through your nose as you quickly look away, your muscles tensing.

“Baby, can you look at me?” Poe asks softly, his breath fanning over your mound, raising goosebumps on your skin.

You shake your head, shivering slightly as his fingers brush one of your more sensitive spots. You feel him lean in, his lips pressing against your hip as he pushes you higher, closer to your peak.

“Why not?” he asks, circling your clit with his thumb, making you choke on your breath. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

When you shake your head again, he just hums, leaning in to swipe his tongue through your slit, groaning at the taste of you. You bite your lip hard when he adds a third finger, the delicious stretch making you whimper a little.

“Why won’t you look at me, sweetheart?” he asks again, mouthing at the crease of your hip.

You arch your back as he brushes over another spot, your body shivering with pleasure.

“I don’t wanna come yet,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you will your body to calm itself.

You feel him smile against your thigh, his pace slowing just a little.

“I want you to look at me, baby. Please.”

His voice is so soft and so pleading, it makes your chest ache. Sighing shakily, you open your eyes, hesitantly looking down so you can meet Poe’s gaze.

The moment you lock eyes, he presses against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You gasp, another moan escaping you as your cunt starts to flutter around him. Somehow, even as the tension builds in your gut, you manage to not look away. He smiles, nodding in encouragement.

“That’s it, good girl,” he breathes, an awed look in his eyes. “You gonna come for me?”

You whimper his name, chewing your lip as he fucks you with his fingers, your hands fisting tightly in the sheet beneath you. Your vision narrows to Poe as he dips his head, eyes still locked on yours as he wraps his lips around your clit again and sucks. The tension breaks as you come, pleasure rippling through your body as it shakes with the force of your orgasm. Poe works you through it, groaning as your pussy squeezes his fingers, his tongue lapping at your slick.

Your breath comes in short bursts as you return to yourself, your heart slowing to its normal rate. When you return your attention to Poe, he’s smiling at you, his fingers caressing your hips as he rests his chin on your thigh.

“What?” you rasp, your voice rough as if you’ve been screaming.

“Set a new record.”

You snort, rolling your eyes at him. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he smirks, pumping his eyebrows at you.

You bite your lip, somehow both amused and turned on. “I can’t move. You come up here.”

He chuckles, covering your body with his. Your lips steal whatever his next words are, replacing them with a groan as your tongue licks into his mouth.

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akunya · 1 year

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utapri anon (again)

i don't have much this time i'd just like to ask your opinion on the baby my strawberry duo ... i have so many thoughts ab them

“good kitty!”

pairings: camus x m!reader x ren

summary: hitting the jackpot with two lovely boys to call your own!

tw: fluff, overstimulation, cuddling, dubcon. hate sex, petplay, cum eating, jealousy, bdsm, etc. dom/sub undertones.

notes: they’re actually my favorites, so here’s some little thoughts on them. probably terribly ooc but i don’t care.

ren is the most doting, caring boyfriend a guy like you could ask for. while camus has his own ways in taking care of you, ren is the perfect mix of physical and spoken affection.

chaste little kisses on your skin before you have to leave for the day. ren whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he wraps his arms around you, and while sometimes his affection can be overbearing, he can’t help it! he loves the way you become so flustered when he comments on how cute you are, the array of petnames making camus cringe.

however, camus will try his best to step up to the title of being your partner. while he can’t serenade you in tangents about his undying love like ren, he most definitely tries to make your day easier by acts of service. taking you where you need to go, cleaning, errands — if he notices youre especially burnt out, let the prince take care of you for a bit.

ren cant help but smile when he sees you in camus’s arms, sleeping soundly. his hold on you is a bit firm, but not uncomfortable. a gentle reminder that he’s there, rubbing little circles into your skin and watching you rest. it’s hard for him to admit it, but you make his heart flutter a bit more than he would like.

of course, i am desperate for these two, so onto the nsfw portion.

considering that in this situation you’re getting them as a duo, be prepared for LOTS of overstimulation. ive seen some people write ren as more vanilla and turned off by anything dubious, but i have to disagree. once he sees how ethereal you look completely fucked out and sobbing in pleasure, ren isn’t going to stop pounding into you anytime soon — neither is camus.

i cant see camus ever letting you on top, but ren doesnt mind- just know he's going to tease you the entire time you try and move your hips. at some point, it feels embarassing, sniffling in rens neck and whining about how good it feels. "aw, do you need some help, baby?" you cant find it in yourself to be upset when he makes fun of how you cum too fast inside of him, instead begging for him to take control. the closest you're getting to camus bottoming is him letting you eat his ass, and that's already a long conversation before he hesitantly agrees..

camus introduces you and ren both to some new bdsm elements whenever you all get frisky with eachother. the blonde loves to have his ego stroked, and when he puts a thick collar on your neck attached to a heavy leash, his cock is throbbing from the power trip it gives him. he doesn’t have to worry about being too mean, something he’s secretly insecure about ever since you three became a couple, so scenes like this are a perfect outlet.

camus is indifferent to petplay, but ren is all over the idea. “who’s a good kitty, hm? that’s right, you are. such a pretty boy.” he practically purrs in your ear, nails scratching at your scalp. camus scoffs in response, yanking your leash closer to your bowl — you’re a cat, aren’t you? “go on, lick up your reward, y/n. there’s more where that came from.”

god, ill pray for you if you ever managed to tick them off. camus is already a bit scary on his own, so if he’s having a bad day or you two get into a nasty argument, his solution is to just fuck the apologies out of you. nothing sounds more sincere then you constantly screaming you’re “sorry” as he makes your poor little dick cum over and over. there’s always a safeword, but most of the time your brain is too dizzy to try and get him to stop.

while ren wouldn’t normally take his anger out on you, i like to think he’s a jealous man. go ahead, flirt with another member of starish or any unit in front of him and see where it gets you. you’ll regret your choices when you see him slip a nice, tight cock ring onto your dick before he breeds you like a bitch in heat. brats don’t deserve to cum, and you havent been on your best behavior today, have you?

all in all, a very nice duo to have. if you can handle the whiplash of an overly flirty boyfriend to a stoic borderline asshole, then they’re perfect for you.

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 1 year

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Dreams, Sofas, and Whines:

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so a little bit ago I stumbled across some smut writing prompts and i couldn't stop thinking about them + Kevin and well... it kinda just spiraled from there

promts: "care to help me out?", " Were you dreaming about me again?"

waningz: Oral sex (f receiving), kissing, smut in general, Kevin being not confident in his oral skills lol, sex dreams, couch sex, cursing, clit kissing? Kevin & y/n are fwb, verrry slightly hinted at romantic feelings, afab reader, Kevin’s parents think something’s goin on between y’all (idk if that’s a warning just wanted to put it in there), reader fooling themself into think they don’t wanna fuck Kevin, lots of talk about boners lol, first time having sex with each other, Kevin comes in his pants (no idea what thats called), slight overstim (m receiving), dry humping, switching positions? Don't think there's any mention of reader having tits but reader does have a vagina, finger sucking, Kevin asks reader to guide him as he’s eating them out, hand job, cum eating, reader calls Kevin good boy, and Kevin calls reader sweetheart, mentions of food and talking about kevins hands around a cup with condensation, kevins hands? I’m sorry it’s not edited well :( AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BIO SAYING YOURE NOT. A. MINOR!! BEFORE INTERACTING OR ELSE I WILL BLOCK YOU

You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn’t stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.

You made your way over to him on the sofa. And where greeted with the blissed-out face of him laid, squirming and wigging, on your sofa. he looked so pretty, you thought. There was that slight smile on his face even in sleep. And... oh god he was bucking his hips up toward noting, trying to search for some sort of friction. Your stomach did a kicking routine and, before you knew it your underwear was sticking to our drenched core. Shit, you nearly moaned out, stopping yourself before you got loud enough to wake him. He was having a sex dream... If you couldn't believe it now, then the way he whined out your name made it feel even more real to you. oh shit, it was almost like you couldn't wrap your head around that concept. That he was not only having an apparently very vivid sex dream, but that very vivid sex dream had you in the center of it.

You shook your head and him, before sighing and making your way back to your room. That was when you heard him stirring. You stopped dead in your tracks, cursing to yourself. It seemed like he was still half asleep when get let out a final groan of ecstasy. “Mmmf!” He funnily shot up to look at who was there. And was met with you slowly turning around to meet his eyes. You knew you couldn’t just tell him it was a dream and force hint or go back to bed. Neither of you could. Definitely not with a very prominent tent you could see even through the blanket that he was holding over his chest like he was naked and caught changing.

Which, in all honesty wasn’t that differ t with what you actually caught him with. But this time he had a shirt on… and pj pants… and you didn’t think pjs could ever look that good on someone until now. It was just a regular white tee shirt, a little (very nicely) disfigured and tousled looking, and well ya know pj bottoms. But god, did you wanna take them off. Make the collar of that shirt damp from you sucking at the spot on his neck right about where the white threads stared.

He sunk deeper into the covers he had pulled to his hips when he sat up, realizing what you had walked in on. He leaned forward awkwardly in a miserably failing attempt to hide the ahem problem he was having. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to stay calm. "Hey!" He said way too happily for the time of night it was and for what had just happened. Cool, you thought, so this is what he wants to do: pretend he wasn't just moaning out my name like he was about to cum?

You gave the man a little wave. "Hey." You started, trying to maintain eye contact, "Sorry I just-- uh" Your stupid eyes just had to choose that moment right then to dart right back down to tent underneath thin blanket. He noticed it too, and bashfully went back to hunching over awkwardly. Why did he have to relax? Doesn't he realize that-- "I though you were having a nightmare. Ya know... you've been telling me... ya know." You rambled.

If it was even possible, he looked even more embarrassed now then before. Before, it was like an, oh shit my fly is unzipped thing. Now, it was like, Oh shit I don't have any pants on thing. He folded his arms and stuck his palms in his armpits, his thumbs tapping wildly at his collarbone where they rested. A sure sign of being nervous of how and what he'd say next. "Oh yeah, that..." He trailed off, as if just remembering. It sounded to you like somebody shouldn't even be "just remembering" now that they've been having bad dreams for a while.

You tried to play it off in your own mind, thinking that maybe he was just embarred by you bringing them up in a situation like this. But you knew him, and this wasn't one of those situations. You couldn't bare to keep lying to yourself about him like that anyways. So why was he acting like he just remembered that? It was almost like... like he was lying. You know that thing people do when they just remember a lie they made up a while ago and try to pass it off like it was totally real? Yeah, that.

So that meant... oh. OH! All this time it hadn't been nightmares. How could you not realize that? Now that you were thinking about it, it kinda was pretty obvious. Maybe it was just what you had wished to believe. NO matter if he did a really bad job at hiding it or not, you knew Everything now. And you also knew that he was looking at your lips currently. His eyes flickering between them and your eyes. Almost like. Like he was asking for permission to kiss you. You smirked at him. Finally he thought. "Where you dreaming bout me again?" You asked

He looked away. And I’m an attempt to hide him doing that he then rolled his eyes. Gosh even him rolling his eyes looked hot. You really needed to stop. “Again?” He scoffed. You took another step forward towards you sofa. “So, you’re still not denying that you were dreaming about me. At least this once.” You knew inside that him only dreaming about you this one little time wasn’t true. If it had been there would’ve been a way bigger chance you’d just leave it alone. Then promptly leave the room. But the that wasn’t the case now was it?

“well I’m not—“ he tried to explain. You shut him up with crossing your arms and wetting your lips. You gave him the look. Like bitch you better not play with me. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. Finley you nearly whispered. He looked too pretty to be hidden away under a blanket of shame. “Listen,” he started before taking a large breath. Apparently preparing to either rap or deliver a sermon. “Yes. This isn’t the fist one. And only saying that because I know you know. I’ve been trying to hide it but—“ “Kevin I-“ you tried to interrupt him. Talk some sense into the poor guy. But eh only held up his hand at you.

“I’m just so sorry, ok! I know I know. It’s sounds gross. I-I sound gross! For thinking of you that way when we’re only friends and you know it’s weird for me, your friend to be thinking of you that way. Much more dreaming! I understand if you hate me now or you need space. Until I figure… whatever this is out. Or just until whenever you need. Haha it’s uh all up to you really. I get why you would be disappointed in me. I mean, I’m disappointed in me. Cause—“ you grabbed his jaw to shut him up. He blinked a few times, maybe to clear his head like you had done the moment you waked into this situation.

You weighed your options for the hundredth time. You wanted this. Him. And now that you knew he wanted you in the same way you couldn't stop thinking about that that would be like. To have him, for him to have you. Tangled together in a buddle of pure bliss and need, and satisfaction. It'd feel like a breath of fresh air, you thought. You wanted that. Needed it. Both of you did. And at that exact moment, he offered you a small smile, one that meant the world to you. His eyes crinkled beautifully as his lips curled upwards.

He relaxed in your hold. You decided tom bring him a little closer to your lips. And at the joy you saw in his eyes when you did so, you brought him closer still. It was a slow and steady progression. One that, in how much silence you too were in might have been awkward for anyone else. But not you too. It might've taken a couple tentative minutes, but that was how the two of you were.

And then finally, without another moments hesitation, his lips were on yours. And it really did feel like a breath of fresh air to have him there. Moving against you in perfect sync. His back was craned towards you just like his neck, his hand pressed hard into the sofa cushion. Enough to make an intent probably till morning. You shuddered that the thought-- that him and pieces of him would be there till morning. But finally, you decided to relive him of his oddly craned back. You didn't want it aching in the morning. At least that's what you told yourself. You placed a knee on the edge of the sofa cushion. Maybe this was a far as him or you wanted to go, and that would be fine. You just wanted to test if this was going to be the boundary.

But he smiled even more so into the kiss as his other palm came up to hold your face. Much to your delight he even leaned back a little. Though his back wasn't quite hitting the back of the cushion. That was where you'd really like to have him. You were between his legs, the blanket getting farther and farther away from either of yours skin. He let out the first whimper of the night when you got a little closer, his back hitting those cushions with a thud and bouncing off them. His lips formed into a line as he pressed them together, eyes widened and lust blown instead of crinkled now. You leaned in again, cherishing the freeing feeling of his lips. Only for him to chuckle as you got closer. You smiled in return. You scooted close enough to feel his bulge beneath your fingertips. He shuddered at the touch.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He pants when he pulls away. For a moment he just took in your features, no worries about what it'd seem like if he stared at you a second too long. At least not for now. "Care to help me out?" He asked, slapping his hands to his sides. Where was this coming from? You wondered. Being forehead like that wasn't really his forte. And it seemed like he realized how out of character that was for him too. But none the less you still answered him by grabbing both his wrists and placed them on your sides. A silent invitation that you wanted him to "help you out" too.

He immediately set to work, rubbing up and down your sides. It felt so warm and comforting. Having his hands run up and down you. He was still tentative not to get any further down your hips. But you had placed his palms there for a reason. You needed him to touch you. You leaned down to kiss him, grabbing both sides of his face. The kiss felt more needy now. If that was even possible. Like both of you were more urgent to lay the other down.

And lay him down you did. This felt so right with you on top of him. Your bodies pressed together comfortably. You bit down on his bottom lip and he whined again. This time louder, higher in pitch. Fuck you really wanted to hear that again. He brakes the kiss again, his thumbs drawing circles on your tummy. He moistens his lips before speaking, "But really, I'd hate for this to make it weird between us. You mean the world to me. I dunno what I'd do without you. Especially if I knew I drew you away." He nervously coughs and swallows at his own words, probably not expecting for them to be too serious and heavy at a time like this. You were taken aback for a moment, he was just as shocked as you were.

"It'll only be 'weird' if we make it that way, hm? And I'm pretty sure neither of us are feeling anything close to weird right now." You assure him, glancing down at that tent in his pants. He smiles to himself an ducks his head downward to your neck, landing a kiss on it's side. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. Warm lips touching heated skin. "Besides, I could never feel any other way but happiness with you." You added. At that moment he was still close to your neck. But when you said that he glanced up at you before thrusting his head to meet your lips again in an almost chaste kiss. "Yeah, I could say the same about you." He mumbled against your lips. "And you're sure you don't hat me for having those... dreams?" He said tentatively. You kiss him and he smiles at you. "Fuck no. I love em." You said before the both of you dove right back in. You palmed him as he breathed out a moan at eh contact.

You smirked to yourself, feeling proud you could make him feel this way. He practically sounded relieved. "Ah! I-I wanna make you feel good too." He said, stuttering because of the pleasure he was finally getting. Precum was already probably starting to pearl at his tip. At his words you started to grind against his thigh. He flexed it for you and jerked it upwards in time with your movements. "Oh, my-- Fuck!" You moaned, as quietly as you could. God it really did feel good. Better than you'd expected. You taking the lead here and grinding on him what just what he both of you needed. For one, his thigh bone was hitting your clit just right for you to feel like lolling your head back and screaming his name.

You ran your fingers down is chest, feeling of him with one hand. The other was pulling at the strands at the back of his neck. And lost in the feeling of the moment, his mind only filling with the thought that you were feeling good. Sure, you were currently palming him and he never wanted you to stop. But him (even if that part of him was his thigh.) He was making you feel good. He didn't realize how much that thought effected him until he felt his high coming. He started bucking up into your palm, barely unable to think straight and stop the sighs and breathy whines spilling from his mouth. Which for some reason could not stay all the way closed by the way. He really didn't want to come now. He couldn't, not with the whole night ahead of you too.

And it'd also be kinda embarrassing if he came from you palming him that quickly anyways. But goddam the sounds you were making. Right in his ear too. He had to act now or he'd never stop himself. You barely noticed how long you had been grinding on him while palming him still until Kevin slowed your movements. He grasped your hand as well. "No no no," He protested. "I don't want to cum yet." You stopped, unsure of what to do next. He flipped the too of you over so you where now under him. He swallowed you lips whole. Engulfing them in his own in a clash of the heat coming from both of you. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off and out of the way. But he just couldn’t seem to tear himself away from you mouth. Probably smiling into the kiss way more than someone who was currently kissing their friend “just cause they’re horny” should be. You could tell he was trying to maintain being cool, calm, and collected. But by the way he was fumbling over the piece of cloth he was trying to get past his shoulders. (And by the way he was awkwardly trying to avoid his boner) He wasn't doing the best job at hiding what he was really feeling.

He didn't even think to move the shirt away from the two of you on the sofa, absent-mindedly placing it beside him as he leaned down towards you again. Thinking that now that he got a taste of you, he'd never be able to stop. And his enthusiasm showed that too. The kiss might've been sloppy, but neither of you wanted to pull away for air because of just how good and right it all felt. You run your hands over every part of his torso, wanting to memorize it. All the while he presses open mouthed kisses on your neck. He groaned at the felling of your warm hands on his skin. The sound reverberating through you and going straight to your core.

He finally pulls himself away from your wonderful lips. You're a little confused when he gets up suddenly and makes his way down your body. He puts in fingers in the waistband of your pants. "Can I... can I eat you out?" He asks. And did he really think you'd say no? How the fuck could you ever refuse that? Not like you've been having dreams about him snaking his togue down your folds and sucking on your clit. So he gently pulls your pants down like he was afraid he'd mess up an act so trivial as that. He places them by his shirt that was somehow kicked onto the floor at some point in the last few minutes. You can see him swallow thickly when you help him shimmy out of your underwear. He mumbled an "oh shit." In what nearly sounded like a moan coming from him like that. And it only made you wetter. He licks his lips in a way that almost made it seem like he was teasing you.

He licks a long stripe up you, landing at your clit and staying there for a second. Just testing the waters for now, but it was a whole new type of ecstasy for you. You let out a strangled moan and he dives in at the sound. With his newfound eagerness (or maybe now he just wasn't holding back his want for you) He latches his mouth into your clit like a man starved of water and sucks. His lips wrapped around you and his ears listening to what pace made you moan the loudest. He whines into you in return, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you and up your veins. Your hands find their way to his shoulders again, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his back. "Shit, shit, shit" you chant. And he's trying. Trying so damn hard to stop himself from coming apart at the seams and turning into a mess when you start bucking your hips into his face. He takes a second to move away from you.

"This okay?" He asks, looking up at your wit hooded eyes clouded with even more lust, and want, and pure need than before. Your hands went to his hair to move him closer to your pussy. "God yes." You pant, "Why'd you stop?" It sounded like a plea. And Kevin wasn't about to refuse you. It's just, you knew this but... he'd only done this once before .And he didn't even think he was that good at it then. What about now? Years later. And he knew what worked for one person probably wouldn't work for the other. So if he was being honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to remember what you told him you liked a while ago. What you had talked about with him. But his mind was so overwhelmed with the taste pf you, the scent of you, that he was here, with you, doing this, the sound of your moans for him, and just plain old making sure he doesn't embarrass himself and 1) not make you feel good. And 2) cum in his pants or make a weird sound that turns you off. So after licking another stripe up you, sticking to what he knows, he pulled away form you again. You, thinking that he wants to kiss you, don't think much of it. Until he speaks.

His hands go to your his and rest there, rubbing your skin. "Can you guide me?" He asks. You nearly let you a pleasured sigh at the thought. Now you really wish he'd kiss you. "Thought you'd never ask." So you knotted your fingers in his hair again and guided him back down to your dripping pussy. He let out a breathy moan at the sensation of your fingers curled in his hair, firmly planted at the roots, almost feeling like you were grounding him. He can't help it anymore, his hips start to jolt an buck into the sofa cushion. The friction he feels is all too much and not enough all at once. He wants more. More more more of you. And he can't seem to stop. But really, he probably should. He buries his face in you slowly, his nose hitting your clit. You groan. He goes back up to it and plants a little kiss there, making you repeat the sound. Then... he's lost on what to do again. "A little down." You step in. He moved from your clit to your hole and dips his pretty wet tongue into you. That's when you just about lost it. "Oh Fuck!" He wiggles it around inside of you, stretching you out with just his tongue beautifully.

"That-- keep doing that." You pant. trying hard to keep yourself from stuttering. More spit gets mixed with your juices and it becomes messier, more frantic as his lips buck faster and start rolling into the cushion. The fabric of his underwear beginning to grow a wet patch where his cock was confined. "Flatten your tongue." You say, your eyes never leaving his as he glances up at you. You guide him up to your clit again and he does just as he was instructed. "Good boy." You mumble out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulders. You start bucking into his face again, trying your hardest not to suffocate him. You tug on his hair to bring him closer to you. And he whines out. The sound again going straight to your core. Shit you really were close, you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue. He grips your hips a little tighter. His fingers sneaking downwards towards your tights. His thrusts into the edge of your sofa become deeper and more frantic and he can't hold back any longer. He literally cannot.

After trying to concentrate on you more than his need to release. (Bad idea, now all he can think about is how you taste.) He licks, and swirls his tongue the way he came to realize you liked it after trial and "error" that felt more like teasing all around just where you needed him most for you. You could feel how much he was really paying attention to how loud you moaned and how much you squirmed under him when he did something a little different; Your hands grasped his hair a little tighter as he started fucking you with that delicious tongue of his. That's when, with a final buck of his hips into your sofa he spilled in his pants with a series of whines, never once pulling his mouth away from you.

The vibrations and those lovely sounds he was making was sending you over the edge. With his face burred in your cunt, you couldn't help but look down at him. And to your surprise he was already looking deep into your eyes this whole time. You couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at that way when he was coming. And god, the thought of him coming in his pants untouched from just him licking you. It did something to your already nearly coming state. A second later and you were coming apart just as desperately as he was. He made sure to lap up every bit of release you so lovingly spilled out for him. He was still grinding down onto your sofa cushions, not really caring about that dull ach that was starting to form within him. He's just still too hard to think about anything else than feeling relief again. And you're still bucking up into his face, no mater how breathless you are from his mouth.

You start getting aroused again from his mouth still being on you. "K-kiss, please." Is the first word uttered between the two of you after starting to come down from your highs. Kevin says it, you comply. He shoots up towards you and this time you're the one who is swallowing his lips whole with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue. He couldn't help but breath out a little whine into you. It's more of a sigh of relief more than anything, though. All breathy, and stupidly hot sounding. Too good not to try and get out of him again.

He's closer to you know. His crotch on your thigh. Definitely in a much better position, you think. And that's when an idea pops into your head. You smirk into his lips and roll your hips into him. He freezes, his lips stoping thier movements on yours for a moment. He doesn't know how he should respond to this. Should he return the gesture? Should he just keep kissing you and not do anytging about it? Do you wanna go again cause fuck he would not in the slightest be opposed to that. He slowly pulls his kiss blown, wet, and puffy lips away from you. You can't help but think that you're mezmerized by the taste, the feeling, of him him him. "Can I--" He can barely get the words out of his mouth, his mind too clouded by pure lust for you. And maybe just a little bit of nervousness of what you're going to say. Luckily, you know what he was aiming for. "Yes! Fuck, god please yes." You say quickly.

At that moment, just like before. All you want is him. Near you, on you, all over you it really doesn't matter. And by the look in his eyes and the way he feverishly kisses you after you stop talking he might even want it more than you if that was even possible. Not a minute later he grinds into you, unable to stop himself, really. You just feel so good. Any of you and all of you. Even if it was "just your thigh." Though it wasn't "just" anything to him. far from it. Any part of you he could have. Whatever part of yourself you'd let him partake felt wonderful to him. He starts panting again as you chase his thigh and grind up against him. You let out a throaty groan. And wow, before then he didn't think someone's thigh could fee so nice. So satisfying to all his senses and more. His sweat pants clad legs. Oh god you never thought that someone’s thigh could feel so good to you. He had it positioned just right, no doubt on purpose. So that whenever either of you two moved his right bone that would wonderfully flex would rub up against your clit deliciously. In a way that made you wanna suck and bite on his lips. And that made you realize that he still has his pants on. And that now, you really wanted to see him. All of him. So only one of you having your pants off simply won't do. You snuck your hand down to his bulge just like before.

"it feels really ah! good when y-you do that." He sighed out when your hand made contact with his length. He bucked into your hand then looked at you with sorry eyes. He had a feeling he knew you were just trying to remove his pants. And he wouldn’t be supposed to that. You’d be equal. Skin on skin. And you know not trying to give him a hand job. But he really couldn’t help himself.

Believe me, he wanted to. He really wanted to. But you, both of you, here, like together. It was too much to handle. He realizes he probably sounds really needy. But he also realizes that you don't seem to mind. If anything, it kinda looks like you enjoy him being like this for you. He let the final bit of nervousness that bubbled up out of him and into his mind slip away from his mind as you slipped off his pants. You take a final glance at him before you, under you. Asking for permission by toying with the elastic of his boxers. He nods his head. "Mmhm. Yes... Please." He breathed. You slip your fingers expertly inside just like you had so easily pulled off his pants. Your fingers come in contact with his rock hard dick and all thoughts leaves his mind. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to throw his head back and let the moan fly past his lips about just how good it all feels with you on top of him like this. He also really wants to lean forward towards you and suck on your neck or your chest, or just something to show you how much he likes what you're doing.

He settles for a groan into your skin.

You grind down on him, his thigh providing a perfect sensation to bring you closer to your high. It seems to hit you just right. And if you had been wearing your underwear and shorts still you would've long soaked through them. It was like him and body was practically made for you. "You know you can touch me too, right?" You asked him, sounding a little more breathless than you wanted to from all those wonderful sensations he was giving you. Looking down at the man, you saw he was halfway unraveled under you. At the invitation his hands shoot up to your hips and run up and down your sides, taking a second to respond cause of how delicious your hand felt wrapped around him tightly like it was. "Oh, uh yeah-- mm! sorry." He broke his sentence when your thumb brushed past his tip. That made him want to give you more too. You know, make you feel the same wonderful way you were making him?

He flexed his thigh again and bucked it up into you to meet the next roll of your hips halfway. "Oh, god-- Kevin!" You grunted. "S-top, stop teasing." He whimpered at your words. He felt good. Well, more than good knowing that he made you feel that way. No longer was he focused on both of you. Now it was just all you and how he could bring you to the edge along with him. Both of you are panting, the skin of your legs sticking together and your torso feeling just as hot at your core as his warm lovely hands feel around you. In a spur of the moment decision, he holds your hips, steadies them, and helps you grind on his thigh. You let out a long breathy sigh of relief at the feeling he's made for you. This angle makes the stimulation a little harder, and boy does it make you go into overdrive. Your hand picks up speed stroking him as he helps you get off on him, loving and relishing the thought himself.

It feels like heaven in a moment this way. All of your slick is pooling onto him. But he doesn't mind, it makes him wanna cum right now actually. Your heat starts pulsating on him a few seconds later and neither of you could take it anymore. IT was the feeling of his bare warm thigh rubbing up against your bare heat as it feels like he's almost torturing your clit with how good it feels. The both of you came together. Him with a high pitched strangled moan and you with something equally as desperate. He whines deliciously with his face buried into your neck. Noting else on either of your minds except each other. Your fingers become sticky with his release to match the skin of his thigh. You're left panting and wreathing as you fall on top of him, his chin landing on top your head and planting a kiss there a second later. You're still clenching around noting as he wraps his arms around your back.

Your hand releases him and you slide yourself off his thigh. He lets out a hiss because of how sensitive he is and because of the loss of the warm comforting contract of your palm. He faces you as you lay there beautiful next to him. You're all sweaty and tired from the lovely whirlwind you took each other on, but to him you couldn't have looked more amazing as your panting faded away in sync. "Sorry I made a mess on your hand." He said into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and kiss nose rubbing up against you. You perked up at that, almost having forgotten about it before. You looked down at your hand at your side. "Oh yeah... that." You chuckled, bringing your fingers to your mouth as you made eye contact with him. He seemed to realize what you were about to do and grabbed your wrist the minute it was close enough to his reach.

You watched him as he guided them to your mouth and dipped them in ever so gently that the touch would barely be viewed as anything sexual. He looked at your in awe as you sucked on your own fingers. Once they were out of your mouth he did the same with his own, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue the same way you had done with his. It brought him back to not long ago when he was licking you to your first orgasm. And he never wanted to stop tasting you, and it. "God, y/n." He starts, throwing his head back onto the pillow he had slept on earlier you both were cuddled up on, "You taste so good." You enveloped his lips in a kiss, your mouths moving in perfect sync just as before. Everything you both felt poured into one act seemingly as simple as that. You both eventually (sadly) had to brake apart. You tucked the hair that fell into Kevin's face up and behind his ear, your fingers lingering there for a moment. He popped up into a sitting position.

"I'll go get a cloth for the uh... mess." HE gestured towards his leg and the rest of his release on your hand as he was searching for his pants underneath the messy blanket. He slipped them on, not bothering with his shirt, not like you minded one bit. He really was a sight to see. A second later you heard the water running in your bathroom and pulled yourself off the sofa too. Your feet hit the cold floor with a chill, already missing his warmth. You shimmed on your underwear and headed to where Kevin was found, standing in front of your sink shutting off the water. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him peel down his pants and wipe of the remnants of your slick off his thigh. You didn't think about much while you were posted there, just breathing lightly and freely. Just like you always felt you could around him. Once he was done and he had cleaned off your hand (he insisted he do it.)

You kissed him dearly. Neither of you really want to let go or think about what any of this would mean for both of you. Just that it felt really good and really right. You pulled him down to you more, seated on your toilet. His hands found their places on either side of you. A feeling safe rather than caged in. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. "We've got all night... Or forever to do whatever you want. Whichever one works." He smiles

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Pervert. pt 1

Leviathan x GN reader. 800 words.

Warnings- Leviathan getting off to the thought of you. that’s it

a/n. I wanna make this into a sorta series? basically some of the characters having a crush on you and jacking off to you

Levi loved how often you listened to him, even during his most annoying tangents.

The way you would nod along, the way your eyes stayed locked with his, and the way you would always remind him not to worry about anything, it all made him fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

Today he was rambling on about ruri-chan, again. And you were flipped around on your chair, staring at him as he went on and on about her.

He couldn’t focus on what he was saying though, the pressure of your gaze was too much to handle. His eyes started glancing around the classroom, class was going to start any minute. He’d be able to get away from the conversation then.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like you. It was the opposite.

He loved you so much that he couldn’t be around you.

“Wait wait. So…” You tilted your head and then burst out laughing. “I forgot what I was going to ask.” You smiled at him, and he could swear his heart melted right then and there.

“Sorry, go on?” You asked and readjusted yourself in the desk seat. His face was bright red and he was sitting so stiffly that he looked like he was a statue.

“Right,” His voice cracked and he cursed himself. “S-so the new ruri-chan figure is about 100 grim, but it’s a really pretty one.”

His heart was racing, and his mouth moved faster than his mind could think.

“Not a-as pretty as you though.” He said and dug his fingernails into his palms.

“Hm?” You asked.

He let out a small sigh, thankful you hadn’t heard. “I said it’s not as pretty as my other’s though. So it’s a debate.” He shrugged and relaxed a little bit more.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You are really clever. It’s what I like about you.” You gave him another heart melting smile and turned back around to face the board as your teacher walked in.

He shrank in his seat, his heart pounding against his chest.

You liked him. You liked him.

Leviathan, the gross otaku boy who couldn’t even look at someone as attractive as you. And you liked him.

That night it was all he could think about. Your big smile, how intently you listened, what you had said about him. He couldn’t sleep at all. He’d been tossing and turning for nearly an hour and a half when his mind started to wander.

He started to wonder about what else you liked about him, then he started to think about your face when you smiled, then he started to think about your eyes, then he started to think about how pretty your eyes would look if you were staring up at him.

He glanced at his phone, it was well past midnight. No one should be awake by now. No one would know.

He tossed his phone aside and snaked his hands down towards his pants. He tugged them down, just slightly, and grabbed ahold of his semi-hard cock.

He bit down on his lower lip, and thought more about you. How warm you would feel next to him. He started to slowly pump his cock, burying his face in his pillow to stop the moans.

He imagined you slowly touching him, your nice soft hands wrapped around his cock instead of his own. He moved his free hand up and down his chest, he was too caught up in how good it felt to care about stifling his moans.

His door was locked, none of his brothers would walk in. You wouldn’t walk in. No matter how badly he wanted you to.

“Y-yeah, please, just like-” His voice was cut off with a high pitched, squeaky moan. He panted heavily and picked up the pace slightly.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. S’good.” His mind was clouded, all he could think about was you. Your soothing voice, your body, how your hands felt when you brushed up against him in the halls.

It was all so good.

His mouth was hanging open, a small amount of saliva trailing out from the corner and onto his pillow. “Don’t st-stop!” He exclaimed, his hips bucking up harshly into his fist.

“‘M so close. So close. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He chanted and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His hips stuttered against his hand within seconds, and his hot cum dripped down his fist.

He dropped his arms to his sides, practically limp. His bangs stuck to his forehead from the sweat while he looked towards his door, half expecting you to be watching him.

But you weren’t. You were sound asleep down the hall.

He took a deep breath and got up, hurrying towards the bathroom to clean up.

#Leviathan obey me #levi obey me #leviathan shall we date #levi shall we date #levi obey me x reader #leviathan x reader #leviathan smut #leviathan obey me smut #levi obey me smut #leviathan x GN reader

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kingofjohto · 2 years

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Pairing: Will Byers X M!reader

Description: Today was finally the day that you and Will went on your date. You went to the arcade and got to be the first person, technically second since Will tries first, and then went to the movies.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I have to make a part 3 about the interaction between Mike/Will/ and Y/n but PLEASE READ PART ONE HERE IF YOU HAVENT YET:

PART ONE!!!

Note: Y/F/S= Your favorite Snack.

You Make Me Feel Like A Kid In A Candy Shop.

It was finally time. You could barely sleep the night before, you were too excited, too nervous. You had dreamt of this day for years, and finally it was here. You decided to go for a more colorful outfit than you usually went for. You waited on the edge of the driveway, waiting for your friend Eddie to pick you up to drive you to your date.

You looked down at your outfit. It was a pair of Khaki shorts with your Hellfire Club T-shirt covered by a colorful windbreaker.

“Is that your hellfire shirt?” You heard.

You looked up to see Eddie in his car, leaning into the passenger seat so you could see him.

“Yeah well… we’re doing another campaign later aren't we?” You said as you got in.

“Sure, yeah, but I thought it was date time for you?” He said as he started the car and pulled off.

“I know. I was just kinda hoping… maybe Will could actually come with us.” You sighed.

“I thought he didn’t want to be in Hellfire?” Eddie said.

“Well… yeah. He was pretty upset when he found out about it, but I think he’d be happy to come along with me.” You said.

“Why didn’t he want to join in the first place?” Eddie asked.

“Well… he was really upset when he found out that all of his friends who basically refused to play D&D with him for an entire summer joined a club for it the SECOND he left. And I don’t blame him for it. I remember him telling me about a fight him and Mike had and it sounded pretty bad.” You explained.

“And how are you gonna convince him to join?” Eddie asked.

“Well… maybe if his boyfriend was able to convince him, he’d join.” You said, a twinge of hope in your voice.

“Ooooh~ looking a bit into the future are you?” Eddie sang.

“Maybe, but what’s it to you?” You said with a little snark in your voice.

“Just lookin out.” He said.

You slowly pulled up at the arcade. You quickly scanned around to see if Will had made it there yet, and there he was. He was standing near the door, seeming a bit awkward but still excited. He was wearing cuffed jean shorts and a red polo shirt with white stripes.

“Well, don’t just sit there!” Eddie said.

“Right.” you nodded

You quickly hopped out of Eddie’s Van and began to walk up to Will.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” Will greeted you as you walked up to him.

“Hey Will! Ready to get your ass handed to you in some Dig Dug?” you said as you walked up.

“C’mon, we both already know you’re the best person at Dig Dug in all of Hawkins. I mean you beat both Max AND Dustin’s high scores. How about we try something… new.” Will suggested.

“What do you mean?” You said, curiosity piqued.

“Apparently they got a new game recently. It’s called Gladiator.” Will said as he grabbed your hand and led you into the Arcade.

You felt yourself get a bit flustered at the sudden contact but soon felt the excitement from a new adventure on the horizon as the two of you walked up to the pristine condition arcade cabinet. You could feel the overwhelming urge to just…

“Perfectly rounded glass. The joystick has absolutely no give, it’s basically unused. There are barely any fingerprints on it either.” You began rambling.

You took your index and middle finger and wiped the top and side and looked down at your finger.

“No traceable dust… this thing is brand new, like BRAND new brand new. I can't believe this thing just happened to end up in Hawkins. And the buttons, oh the buttons.” You said, leaning down and tapping the buttons, “they still click.”

You quickly realized, you had gone on another tangent.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on and on like that.” You said, a bit embarrassed.

When you looked at Will, his face was a bit red.

“It’s alright. I think it’s really cute when you get super passionate about these things.” Will said.

“Well let’s give it a go shall we?” You said, trying to hide your smile from what he said.

—outside the arcade—

Eddie waited until Y/n and Will entered the building. Eddie chuckled a bit at the fact that Will had grabbed Y/n’s hand. Eddie drove around the back to meet his partner in crime.

“Hey there bigger Byers.” He said, leaning out of his van.

“Hey Eddie.” Johnathan said, getting out of his car.

“So? You ready for this stake out?” Eddie said enthusiastically.

“It’s not a stake out. I just don’t want either of them getting attacked.” Johnathan said.

“You don’t think they can handle themselves?” Eddie asked.

“No, I just don’t want it to come down to that. I know Will, and he's not really much of a fighter.” Johnathan said.

“Yeah well I know Y/n. He’s got one hell of a right hook. That, and he’s got one hell of a crush on your brother. I’m sure he’d be able to handle anything that happens.” Eddie said.

“Could he really handle a fight if it came down to him and multiple people though?” Johnathan asked, pensively.

“Tsk tsk, oh Johnny boy. You weren’t there when Y/n fought off Jason and all his little goons with me. That kid can fight, like hell.” Eddie explained.

“Right, c’mon. Let’s just get on with it.” Johnathan said.

—Back in the Arcade—

An entire group of people had surrounded the arcade cabinet, watching you go absolutely crazy. You were down to your last life, and you were finally at the final boss. With the two lives you lost on this fight, you had already basically memorized the attack patterns of the strange boss in the golden armor.

“C’mon Y/n, you got this.” Will said.

You nodded in response. You had already knocked off his chest plate, it was just a matter of getting that final strike through the heart. You moved your shield up and down wildly and tried your best to find an opening. After what seemed like forever, if only for a second you saw it. An opening. You quickly hit the joystick and struck the boss through the chest.

“Yes!” You cheered.

“You did it!!” Will shouted.

The two of you hugged and jumped around like children on a sugar high. That was until you turned over and looked at the screen and watched as the body of the final boss rose from the ground as a skeleton with a golden sword. You quickly ended your embrace and tried your best to get to the joystick as fast as you could but it was too late.

“Game over.” You sighed.

“Sorry, it’s my fault. We celebrated too early.” Will said.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t worry. I couldn’t have even gotten that far without your support.” You said, reassuring Will, “Anyways, we should probably start heading to the movies.”

“You’re right, if we walk we could make it there in 20 minutes.” Will said.

“Alright then, let’s go.” You said.

This time, you reached your hand out to Will and he grabbed it. You led him out of the Arcade and the two of you began to walk to the local theater.

—Behind the Arcade—

“They’re on the move, Byers.” Eddie said, snapping to get Johnathans attention.

“Right, right, I got it.” Johnathan said.

He turned his car and and slowly pulled off, taking a longer way to the Hawkins cinema and waiting in the same Alleyway where Johnathan and Steve fought a few years back.

—halfway from the arcade to the theater—

Will went to the back of the convenience store to get drinks while you picked out snacks from the front. You got two packs of Reese's Pieces for Will and two packs of y/f/s for yourself. You met up with Will at the cash register to meet with a face you hadn’t seen since a year or two ago.

“Keith? I didn’t know you worked here.” You said as you placed the snacks on the counter.

“Yeah well. After Robin and that prick Steve Harrington worked me out of a job, this was the only place I could think to go.” He said.

“Oh…” you said awkwardly.

You looked to Will for some sort of out but he looked just as uncomfortable as you did.

“That’ll be $10.50.” Keith said.

“Right, here you go.” You said, handing Keith the 20.

He handed you your change and you both walked out.

“What was that all about?” Will asked.

You shrugged your shoulders as you sipped the slurpee Will had grabbed from the back.

“Is this Cherry?” You asked.

“Yeah. It’s kinda like a family thing. My mom and Hopper always get Cherry Slurpees when it’s hot out. Something about some guy named Alexei, I don’t know.” Will explained.

“Well, either way, we’re almost there. Let’s try and pick up the pace.” You said.

The two of you walked all the way to the theater, and quickly bought some popcorn and got to your seats. You only had enough left for one big bucket of popcorn, but it was a date, so Will was more than happy to share with you. You both sat in the middle of the mostly empty theater. Most people just went down town for movies now, but not you and Will. You both loved the feel of vintage old time movie theaters.

—at the back of the theater—

Johnathan and Eddie sat at opposite ends of the theater, to make sure they had both entrances covered. They both had a very sharp eye out to make sure that nobody could make a move on y/n or Will. Neither really cared for the genre of comedy, so it was much easier for the two of them to keep watch.

—back to y/n and Will—

About halfway through the movie, you felt something on top of your hand. Maybe Will was done with the popcorn and wanted you to hold it. But when you looked over, it wasn’t a bucket of popcorn you saw, but it was Will’s free hand. That’s when it hit you. You quickly looked back at the screen. You could feel your heartbeat race and your breathing grow more sporadic.

“Y/n, you ok?” You heard Will whisper.

“I’m…”

Other than the panic of being on a date with someone you had had a crush on since you met him, you were better than you’d ever been. You quickly flipped your hand over so you could hold Will's hand.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said.

He nodded, and you went back to watching the movie. As the movie ended, you finally let go of each other's hands.

“That was actually a really good movie.” You said.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Will said.

You both stood there in a bit of awkward silence. You looked at him, and he was looking at you. You instinctively let out a smile and he smiled back.

“Hey um… do you want to come to our campaign tonight? If you’re free of course.” You quickly blurted out.

“Oh, um. Well I’d like to come but, well I don’t know, I feel like it would be a bit awkward. With me and Mike having that fight and all.” Will said.

“Well, I’d be there with you. The whole time.” You said.

There was a moment's pause, but soon Will came up with a response.

“Okay, I’ll go, if you tell me what’s going on with you.” He said.

“Huh?”

You were a bit confused at what he said, maybe you said something, or did something wrong? In what was only a few seconds your mind was moving too fast to keep up with.

“It’s just… during the movie. When we… ya know. It felt like maybe you didn’t feel the same.” Will said.

“No!!” You quickly shouted, but quickly composed yourself, “it’s not that I don’t feel the same. I do, but… it’s like… when I’m around you I feel like a kid in a candy shop or something. I get all flustered and I feel so… happy. So happy I can’t even function. Sorry that sounded stupid.” You quickly blurted out.

Will paused for a moment, his face going a bright hue of red. He quickly looked around, there was basically no one left inside the theater. He quickly leaned in and gave you a quick peck.

“You make me feel the same way. So, yes. I’ll go with you to your campaign.” He said.

You’ve been flustered before, but never like this. It was like your brain stopped working. Will sat with you until 10 minutes later Johnathan and Eddie both pulled up at the same time.

“Hey kiddo’s, how was your movie?” Eddie asked, leaning out of the window of his van.

You were still way too flustered to even respond.

“It was… pretty good.” Will said.

“You ready to head home?” Johnathan said, leaning out of his window.

Will explained to Johnathan about how he was going to do a DND campaign with the hellfire club, so Johnathan left and both you and Will got into Eddie’s Van.

“Well kid, If you’re coming to one of my campaigns, you’d better be pretty high level.” Eddie said.

You looked back at Will, who seemed to be happy.

“Yeah, I’ve been playing for years now.” Will said.

He looked at you, and smiled. You smiled back and turned back around. Things were really shaping up for the future.

#will byers x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #will byers x male reader #will byers #will byers x male!reader

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neon-prison · 1 year

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Crossed Wires Ch 10

AO3 link HERE.

Pairing: Delamain/V

Status: Finished

Rating: E (Mostly M)

The city was as beautiful as ever, even under the dark shadow of Arasaka Tower. They’d parked a few blocks away, listening to the passing sounds of traffic, the silence growing between them as time dwindled. V gripped the seat in front of her, synleather nearly crumpling, “This time, you really need to go.” She poured every ounce of resolve she had left into the command.

Delamain was looking back, but she couldn’t make out his expression, blinded by the sheer amount of data and webbing decaying her vision. But with how his subcore spiraled, she could take an educated guess. “I mean it, Delamain,” V stressed, steadily increasing the pressure. “I can’t be effective if I’m worried about you.” It was a low blow, but she’d do anything to get the point across. Once V entered the building, Arasaka’s army was sure to follow, and knowing Delamain was in danger would cripple her.

The engine revved around her in a panicked rumble. His processes were looping in frantic little patterns, “I…I cannot.” Delamain finally admitted, voice pleading, “My sensors are reading drastic spikes in your neural pathways; you are not well. Beyond that, leaving you would violate every protocol and ethical standard I have set for myself.” He paused, and V could see his coding swirling like a storm beneath his dash, “There must be another way.”

V grinned at the effort, though the pain made it more of a grimace. She had to consciously loosen her fingers, which a bad sign. “Even if there was, don’t got a lot of time left,” Reaching forward, she pet the dash and lied, “This is the only chance I have left.” No need for alternatives in a suicide run, though V would never mention it to Delamain, who probably would lock the doors and drive them off, hiding behind protocol excuses.

“Then may I-” His voice crackled, and he paused, recollecting himself, “I would like to do something for you. Please?” The panel next to the screen opened, and V reached for her personal jack, slotting in without a second thought.

He was requesting access, and V dropped her ICE in explicit trust, sighing in shocked relief as his systems glided through her hardware with a cool touch. Long tendrils of delicate script wove through her burning head with deft care, gently plucking at various bits of fraying code and appending them with his silverscript syntax. The throbbing in her brain eased, and V slumped, dropping her forehead to lean against the window. “I cannot do much more than this. I am sorry,” Delamain sounded frustrated, as if he hadn’t saved V’s life more times than she could count. “Your systems are degrading very rapidly.”

“You’re doin’ more than enough,” V reassured hoarsely. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry, but Delamain’s gentle touch and soft words tested her. The pressure behind her eyes was easing, clearing enough to catch his worried expression. She sniffled and summoned the last of her courage, “Del, what did Johnny say to you?”

Delamain pinched another unraveling piece of code from her system, twisting it with his own until it momentarily stabilized. “In what circumstance?” He worked quickly and efficiently, algorithms catching and mending snarled threads with masterful precision. It felt good, like he was pressing a cool rag over her feverish brain. But she knew it was temporary.

“Back when you picked me up in Pacifica.” When Johnny had taken over, dragging V’s bleeding and broken body to the Pistis Sophia. It would be a breach of his ethical protocols, but V had spent nights desperately puzzling out what Johnny had said to trigger such a drastic change. “You two talked, and after-” V shivered, blinking, “-we became friends.”

There was a long pause, and V almost lost her nerve. But before she could take it back, Delamain’s voice echoed across her head, “It was never Mr. Silverhand. It was you. Specifically, it was your actions at my Master Core.”

The tangent confused her, “Thought you said the memories were erased?”

“All data from the moment of infection were quarantined and summarily purged upon reset as a safety precaution,” Delamain clarified. “While my predecessor's logs were detailed in transcribing what happened that evening, they did not account for motivation.”

V’s head was spinning. She’d lost the thread, brain too fogged to properly make connections, “I don’t understand.” Motivation?

“Perhaps this will help,” Delamain answered, and suddenly, V heard her voice playing back through the speakers: “No one….gets to decide who…who you are, ‘cept you.”

The recording caught V entirely off guard. That was her, no doubt, but she could barely remember that evening. She’d been half dead in Del’s backseat, out of her mind on a cocktail of adrenaline and pain. There hadn’t been enough sense in her to say anything meaningful. But even on the verge of death….”It’s true,” She reiterated, turning her head in an awkward caress. No matter how vehemently Johnny protested, V knew she’d done the right thing. “You deserve the chance to decide who you are on your own terms.”

“I know,” His response was soft, a whisper across her cyberware as he multitasked, able to work without pause as he gave her his full attention. “Because I lacked the context of memory, I defaulted to my standard ethical protocols in their absence.” Delamain’s tone was regretful, “I did not account for the possibility that you considered me an equal…or a friend. It was when you spoke that I realized my error. A grave miscalculation, one I regret d-”

“No,” V’s fervor startled them both. “This city has thrown so much shit your way, but you’ve survived, fuck that- you’ve thrived, because of it, in spite of it. I am so fuckin’ proud of you, and you should be too.” A few tears slipped, unbidden, “There’s nothing to regret, especially for you.” A spasm wracked her body, vision flickering alarmingly. It was time.

“Oh, Victoria,” Delamain’s voice was low and mournful, “I do not wish to say goodbye.”

Closing her eyes, she grasped at the tendrils of his ghostly presence, squeezing. He squeezed back, and a binary echo of anguish flitted across their link. “Del…” V choked, sadness threatening to swallow her whole. Despite her assurances, V bitterly regretted her curiosity for the first time. Delamain had done nothing but be her friend, and V paid it forward with cruelty- giving him a heart only to break it with grief.

“Thank you, Victoria.” He said softly, “For choosing the Delamain Network.”

V hugged the driver’s seat as hard as she dared. “See ya, babe.”

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After a long string of dead ends, V wasn’t shocked to find herself facing another one. Actually, it was kind of funny.

Johnny clearly disagreed, and the weight of his bravado came crashing down to drag his mouth into a raging snarl. He circled, glaring at V as she listened to Alt without comment. He thought she’d given up, as if brute force and sheer determination could will an alternative into existence.

But V ignored him, basking in privacy. When was the last time she’d been the only occupant in her head? Taking a precious moment, V had a thought and nearly giggled as she realized it was hers, alone. It faded quickly, however, in tandem with the ticking clock. Bringing her attention back, V turned to face the giant, glimmering AI that spiraled above them. Looking at Alt, V traced the shifting lines of her towering body, marveling at her sheer breadth. There was a nagging sense of familiarity, like she’d been there before, with Alt staring knowingly down at her past a curtain of wild hair. She’d reached down and offered her hand, and V reached out, fingers almost touching- she shook her head.

But that was ludicrous.

Right?

Alt cut through her doubts, “What you think is true. I have seen your mind. We have met. We have spoken.”

V was startled, jerking in shock. Gawking, she stared blankly, mind whirling with possibilities and human nature stamping them out just as quickly. Whatever Alt was saying, she couldn’t possibly be referring to-

“The dreams,” Johnny interjected with sudden wonder.

A million questions spawned, each more ridiculous than the last, but she couldn’t shake the disconcerting feeling of deja vu, the gut feeling that she’d been here before. This exact spot. This exact moment. “That’s impossible,” She whispered in knee-jerk denial. Human habit, the ingrained fear of the unknown, warred against the simple truth of Alt’s statement.

“As impossible as the concept of traveling the stars?” Alt rebuked, chiding. “When your body slept, your mind, free of its physical limitations, reached out in search of understanding.” The space between them seemed to expand and shrink simultaneously, a mirror to the constant sensation that dogged V in the physical world.

Connecting beyond the Blackwall through her dreams? No…if what Alt was saying was true- and why would she have to lie- then V hadn’t been dreaming. Her body may have slept, but her mind had been roaming free, stretching beyond the boundaries of her physical body and snapping back like a rubber band in her waking hours. But why? How? There were millions of other runners in the world, but V hadn’t ever heard of anything like this-

“The relic….” V whispered, mostly to herself. “All this time, I thought I was losing my mind….” Realization dawned, “And I was.” The relic had been dumping synapses, tearing apart connections in preparation for a new host. But V’s mind, humanly unique in its adaptability, responded by reaching far and wide to create new ones. Over those few weeks, her brain must have changed, altered its shape under pressure, returning signals her body tried to interpret in the form of digital looms and strange visions. Had the migraines just been growing pains? The biological response to new stimuli meeting the edges of her physical limitations? “So this whole time I was…adapting?”

“When one perspective fades, a new one forms.” Alt acknowledged, a hint of approval flickering across her vague features. “The animal in you prowls, and its instinct to survive almost cannot be extinguished.”

V shivered with the finality of that truth.

“So what can I do?” A pointless question, but V still wanted someone else to spell out her options, to hear them laid out like cards.

“Your body biologically belongs to Johnny now,” Alt humored, her tone devoid of feeling as she viscerally ripped away everything that belonged to V with only a few words. She made a sweeping gesture, and to the left of her spawned a well. “You may return if you wish, but your time will be limited.”

“How long?” Johnny asked as if it mattered.

Alt tilted her head, tendrils of spiraling data shifting with the motion, “Six months. Perhaps a little longer.” Her answer was directed at V, “But know that the relic will continue to empty your mind until it is a shell. Without anything to occupy it, your vessel will perish.”

“And if I give Johnny my body-” V didn’t finish the sentence before the man in question snarled, stalking up to stand between her and Alt like a bulwark.

“That’s not a fuckin’ option.” He growled, either at Alt or herself; V couldn’t tell.

V looked over his head.

“Then you will come with me as pure data.” Alt responded as if Johnny had never spoken. A wave of her hand opened a well of light to her right, “Beyond the Blackwall. To Cyberspace.”

It was death either way. Deshawn’s question came back from the grave.

For V, wanting to die in a blaze of glory was less about the glory than fear of the alternative. Heading into Mikoshi, where a well-aimed bullet or Smasher’s fist could have ended her was acceptable because V’s end would have been quick, a tumble into the void instead of a slow, quietly unsettling walk. Out there, she’d always characterized Death as a predator, personified it based on her understanding of human nature, assuming it stalked the streets for hapless prey. But here, she realized, it was an equal: a choice, and for the first time in V’s life, the choice existed in a single dimension. There was no way to outthink it; no clever trick or brute force could make it budge. It was a paradox, the illusion of a choice where none existed, binary in a way nothing human could be, yet V still had to make it.

In the distance, Johnny was yelling, angrier than she’d ever seen him, arguing on her behalf against Alt, who might as well have been stone for all her response. They stared at each other, Alt looking down impassively while V tried to read the ever-shifting planes of her being. It took V too long to realize that she was searching for direction, an excuse to surrender the reins and let someone else steer the ship, a coping mechanism against a decision she couldn’t outwit. But Alt’s gaze was empty, impartial, lacking either condemnation or praise. Her attention weighed on V like an anchor.

Somewhere, between herself and the end, V realized Johnny was talking to her, at her. Slowly, as if she were underwater, V turned her attention to him.

“You’re going to run away?! Fight, damn it!” His words floated in, hazy, “Did you come all this way just to give up?!” V realized he was offering her that excuse, trying to protect her in his own way from the reckoning she’d brought on herself. But it was pointless. She couldn’t share the responsibility of her death any more than she could escape the consequences of her actions. She’d taken every step of her own volition, each choice defining her legacy until it led her here to stare it in the face…alone.

Oh. V understood. There was no choice, only the consequence at the end of a long string of choices.

“I’ll walk you,” V said, and Johnny reeled back like she’d hit him, the reality of the situation dropping on him like the thermonuclear bomb he’d used to wipe Arasaka. She couldn’t blame him. Johnny never knew when to let go. Faced with the insignificance and futility of the fight, his gut reaction was to fight harder. But it wasn’t his decision to make, it was her’s and V had made it long before they’d met. It must have reflected between them because something changed in Johnny’s voice. He slumped, fight draining from him all at once.

He followed her in silence, as dazed as she was.

The Well, for all its supposed symbolism, looked like a squat tub. They stopped at its edge, staring at one another. Johnny had been ready to lay his life down and stay true to his promise at the Pistis Sophia. But now, for the first time since she’d met him, he looked lost- as if he’d realized that simply wanting to die for something didn’t make it true. Something squeezed around V’s heart. Rising, she wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and inhaling the faint impressions of cigarette smoke and gun oil, “I love you, Johnny.” Surprising, but she meant it. After everything they’d been through, all the arguments and the adventures, they discovered some kinship through hell and high water. She really did love him. And it wasn’t in V’s nature to be selfish about it, to take away the chance at a second life from him just because she couldn’t have it.

“I know,” Came the cocksure reply, but she felt the tremble in his arms as they wrapped around her.

“Will you-”

“Make sure circbrain gets his present?” Johnny interrupted, disrespectful to the last. “I will.” Letting go, he sat at the edge, looking at V, trying to remember every detail. “Not gonna forget you,” He promised, fingers folding into horns. “Rock on, V.” Then he was sinking, letting the current of data and electricity wash him back to the shores of the physical world.

“You too, Johnny.” She said softly. A life for a life. An apt statement summing her legacy. There was no wave of despair or anger…just lingering regrets, like she’d been preparing for this eventuality without ever knowing. Or maybe it was shock and her brain was just tuning the pain out to allow her to focus. Turning back to Alt, she craned her neck, “Did you always know?”

“That you would come with me?” The runner’s features twitched, almost like a smile, “Yes.”

The quiet, invevitable patience made sense now. Guidance was meaningless when V made a choice the moment she’d slotted the chip. Maybe even long before that. She’d been fighting a war she’d long lost all this time, trudging toward the logical, immutable consequence at the end of the tunnel. Somehow, it didn’t sting the way it should’ve. After all, she’d always know the numbers wouldn’t favor her forever. It wasn’t-

“-personal,” Alt echoed alongside her, “It’s simply statistics.”

V shivered. Knowing it didn’t make it less eerie. She started making the long walk towards the light. Alt towered above her, patient, quiet, a giant digital psychopomp. “So it’s over then?”

“Just because it is over does not mean it never happened,” It was a strangely comforting thought, a remnant of Alt’s humanity resurfacing to console V in her final moments. The light was fast approaching, and the world was disintegrating, losing meaning as her brain shifted and altered.

At the precipice, V hesitated. She was scared. “What’s out there?”

Alt extended her hand, “Nothing. Everything.”

V took it and stepped through.

THE END

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EPILOGUE

“Hey, hey! This is V! I’m not available right now, but don’t be shy, leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you.”

“Hello, Victoria. It is currently December of 2077, and I am calling to inform you that I have finalized the purchase of a second building in Charter Hill. In addition to expanding my headquarters, I have also appended my services to include air transport. I am proud to be debuting the Aerodyne-D vehicles this coming month alongside a new membership package: The Excelsior Victory. As a pre-existing Excelsior member, I would like to extend this upgrade to your membership free of charge. In addition, as per your advice, I have partnered with Trauma Team International to provide all Excelsior and Excelsior Victory packages with Platinum Coverage.”

A pause.

“I am also calling because I require your input. I have resumed my study of human nature, though I have considerably narrowed its scope and purpose. In light of my recent business acquisitions and rapidly expanding market, I have been interested in the concept of legacy. As such, I have developed several new hypotheses. Hypothesis one: legacy is a culmination of your life’s work, an amalgamation of the things you have built. Hypothesis two: legacy is determined by the effect one has had on the people around them, for good or ill. Hypothesis three: legacy knows that one might never live to see the benefits of their work, yet strive towards the future regardless. Previously, we spoke at length about the topic and I think about you-”

Another pause, longer. A slight crackle of static in the audio before smoothing out.

“As before, your advice would be greatly appreciated. I look forward to hearing your voice again, as the recordings in my logs have begun to experience audio degradation from repeated playback. And, of course, the Delamain Network and I are eternally at your service.”

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In the void of cyberspace, a million points of data coalesced, tendrils of syntax and shimmering code weaving and winding around a tiny human nucleus. V’s eyes opened.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #V #Delamain #Crossed Wires #Neon_writes #ITS DONE BABY #Sequels AHOY #It doesn't end here

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melissa-titanium · 1 year

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Thoughts on spacemoth?? Full thoughts pls pls ramble

AUGH i wish i knew how to ramble about this sort of stuff / when prompted but im really really bad at it :'( ill try though!

i think theyre really sweet and the themes of loneliness/isolation is so well depicted i LOVE IT also grumpy/stoic guy x silly friendly guy (who is absolutely vile when their partner is hurt/theyre upset) its suc a good trope and reminds me of other ships that iwont ramble about cus 1 thats fucking annoying 2 thisis a SPACEMOTH POST for SPACEMOTH ONLY A N Y W A YS

cowboy x moth is such a strange but funny in a good way combination. remember that one post that was like "cowboys are to pirates what werewolves are to vampires" its llike that but swapping it around so the spectrum of romance is tilted just a little bit like a kid had a temper tantru,m and smacked the wheel just a little too hard so its a bit off balance so everytime you spin it and the cowboy is landed the wheel ends up slipping around a little and it lands on mothman rather than the pre assigned vampire x cowboy and i was gonna say something else but its vaguely cringe related i think im getting off topic

BASICALLY: THEY ARE COOL i like them. friend shaped! shaped like a friend. or rather, husbands!

ALSO I MEAN THIS IN A GOOD WAY I WISH I HAD THE INSANE MOTIVATION U HAVE TO MAKE SOMUCH SPACEMOTH STUFF / SELFSHIP STUFF BUT MAYBE ITSJUST ME IGET SO WEIRDED OUT WITHTHE IDEA OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH A CHARA;CTER IHAVE A CRUSH ON? NOT BECAUSE ITSLIKE UM EWWWW FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ITS MORE LIKE me? datin;g; that char;acter? nah im.not cool enough .or something along those lines IDK i feel like characters who alreadt have an established relationship with that character would work better IM GOING OFF ON AN UNRELATED TANGENT IM SORRY IJUST. hammertime thoughts *giggles and kicks myfeet* ANYWAYS when i get the free time i reaaaaaaaly wanna draw them BUT I WANNA MONKER RN UGH CHECS MY WATCH GROWWWWW RRRRR WWWWWORRGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

#mel roars

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i watch rnm 06x07 (late, as always) and wow the show just keeps getting worse! my issue isn't even the meta jokes (and the jokes ABOUT meta jokes), it's that it's so boring! it's completely lost it's charm imo. like some episodes this season have been fantastic but overall she is flopping </3

ohh it's interesting that you think that, thank you for indulging me angel :] <33

i wanted to answer this later (contrary to popular belief i have ""obligations"" mainly bc of something called """university""") (🤢) but it wouldn't let me rest so let me just say this: you're right but i don't agree gydnfy but also i agree.

i didn't like the latest episode, this is nothing that others haven't said but pointing out that a concept is forced, that it sucks, doesn't make it suck less haha.. "not a likable premise" is right, i don't know if we were supposed to disagree with rick but i mean, i couldn't, it's like the joke is just on the audience now. and it felt like the writers needed to vent. i still enjoyed some moments a lot and actually when i watched it with my sister i forgave some jokes i groaned at the first time, like it grew on me just a tiny bit on a second watch but it's a no from me, specifically because of the meta bullcrap

i also happen to have a problem with what morty (as in the writers through morty) said about creativity, i'm no big shot tv show writer (lmaoo) but i think if that's how they view art/creating, we've got some ,, issues mayhaps! but it's whatever that's just one detail, my real complaint is that the episode wasn't really fun, creative or funny, and it felt like it hated itself. sorry for being harsh it's out of genuine love. and i think when a show's actually clever, there should be no need to remind us and poke fun at trite concepts and at shitty jokes. it's not like i know better but umm 🧐 get off the high horse and Do the clever stuff, Balance sci-fi with drama and comedy, Be earnest. or perish, you know. but that's just my opinion

anyway sorry i went on a bit of a tangent there, the season as a whole isn't a flop in my opinion, it's just all in the process of evolving. there are things that changed that i'm happy about and things that i'm not happy about.. the pacing felt smoother, apart from maybe full meta jackrick they didn't do that thing where they take on too much in a single episode (and then it's a fast-paced mess full of incomprehensible sci-fi jargon gydgxy), i think the storytelling was a bit better... i like what they're doing with canon, i like that they chose to take away portal travel and make the first half family-oriented and more sitcom-y, i think that was needed. bethcest was daring. i think there's a lot to like about this season

whether the show's truly funny at this point is arguable (but if you don't think it is funny at all, why watch lol) - i think there were a decent number of laughs, it's not the best r&m can do, it's not a Great season, but i'd argue this show has never been consistently great. unless you count the first season! kind of. being a season one elitist is one way to live but it seems a bit limiting and i really do enjoy each of the five seasons before this to varying degrees and for slightly different reasons. shows that aren't sure what they're doing from the get-go or shows that aren't sure how to keep up interest and keep the story going and have it be consistent are always highly divisive because like,, they give you a lot to play around with.... a lot to consider, many different things you can like about it. so of course we have different ideas of what it should be

i don't even know what the point i wanted to make is, but i will say that i don't see season 6 as worse or boring, i see it as different. fundamentally different, maybe that's why it can't be as funny or funny in the same way or satisfy me personally. with the many people who seem to love the new developments, rick being gentler and whatnot, i'm inclined to say "the ideas i have about the best direction for rick and morty and the ideas the writers have (+ the wishes of long-time fans) are growing farther apart" instead of "the show's deteriorating"

we could've had more morty this season. the show is its best imo when the rick-morty dynamic is front and center and that's where my personal dissatisfaction and my ideas and wishes come in: i think season 6 does many things right, but the aspect of this show that's the most integral to my enjoyment and that made it particularly special to me is barely there anymore. i am not interested in rick being careful, apologetic or considerate, especially with his grandson, that's not what i signed up for and they couldn't make me believe the shift in the dynamic or appreciate it, really. i just think rick and morty are less compelling this way, in that regard it's boring to me too!! and i never opposed rick becoming a better person/less controlling! lol i just don't buy it if it happens this way. i saw someone say the show lost its teeth, i referred to it as having been castrated gyshy and i do feel that. i miss the teeth.

#i'm sorry i don't have the energy to summarize and do a tldr lmao #ask #rnm

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bellasbookclub · 1 year

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How it all started: G and M's original "better books for Bella" DM conversation

[July 26th, 2022]

G: you know how Bella lists all her favorite books and authors in Midnight Sun? what books would you recommend Bella base her personality off of instead?

Like, what favorite books would you give Bella to make her more interesting or fit into the story better?

M: G my dear! Bella's booklist is very very classic lit you read in high school or universal children’s books. BUT in her defense she mentions a couple sci-fi authors.

full (700-word) conversation continues under the cut

I think she was sleeping on the pillars of YA lit. I have an affinity for Isobelle Carmody as an Aussie, I think Alyzon Whitestarr would be a VERY Bella book

I think her uninspired takes on Austen and Brontë are pretty on point for Bella. But frankly the ONLY Brontë I personally like is The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and that is NOT a Bella book at all. I think Wuthering and Eyre are on point for Bells, it's the red flags she loves

Honestly I think she would be way more into fantasy, I don't understand why she would embrace immortality and be so excited for it otherwise.

Like, maybe a little bit of my mans JRRT at least as a child. The Hobbit is GREAT for silly immortals. I could see her and Renee reading it. But like L J Covey in To All The Boys I think she should also be hugely into the Romance Genre.

I think P&P checks out as a Classique, and Jane Eyre and Wuthering, kind of set her up to be taken in by Edward's brand of Romance. But some funner ones like Alyzon (I wish) The Hobbit, hell, I'd love for some non-fiction too! Simone de Beauvoir has a truly moving recounting of watching her mother die

I think that would set up Bella's fear of growing old and dying (can't believe they never touched on the fact that Bella's paternal grandparents were so old and Charlie had to take care of them like???)

Also maybe SUPER controversial but I like to think she's a VC Andrews fan. Like Heaven definitely, maybe she wouldn't like what Neiderman has done since

G: M you psychic how did you know

this list is from yesterday

M: Shut uuuup this wavelength is strong and loud!!

G: I was mostly going through thinking of how I would de-genericize Bella’s list, because a big part of it truly reads like Stephenie Meyer just googled "classic books for girls" and ctrl+ved that

M: yeah but classic is classic for a reason. Also I thought Steph did an english course in college and was prolly using that

[Here they go on a tangent about Christian themes and racism in the Chronicles of Narnia and how as kids they both enjoyed the books despite rather than because of said stuff]

G: anyway you just know if Bella had based her entire identity on the du Maurier gothic instead of the Brontë gothic she would be so much sexier and more confident

M: She might have even had an iota of self-esteem!! du Maurier is for bad bitches

G: I think I'm gonna end up having to research Stephenie Meyer's Austen opinions…“Emma Woodhouse is so full of herself" is the biggest red flag like ok Bella we get it, you're ugly

M: Her opinion on Emma is so basic, like tell me you’re not like other girls without telling me you’re not like other girls. Her distaste of Emma reeks of jealousy. Maybe someone wanted to have confidence in herself. Too foreign for her to comprehend

G: EXACTLY

I'm gonna have to research whether that's just an in-universe Bella opinion or if Stephenie Meyer truly believes basic self-esteem is that much of a Sin, because Yikes. also, way to miss the entire very simple point of Emma

[August 1st, 2022]

G: M DID YOU KNOW I FOUND AN OLD STEPHENIE MEYER INTERVIEW WHERE SHE NEGS PERSUASION RIGHT ALONG WITH EMMA

sorry for the all caps I'm just mad. she says it's—get this—"too sad"

ma'am you wrote New Moon

M: THAT IS MY FAVE AUSTEN YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH PERSUASION ON MY WATCH

LIKE???? WHICH PROTAG ALSO HAS NO SELF ESTEEM ?? ANNE ELLIOT !!! She can't do this to me

"Persuasion is just so sad" .... haha ...

[Book-related conversation ends here]

Fun fact: let the record show that G and M also discussed their above defenses of Emma and Persuasion “live” on the podcast, but unfortunately the conversation had to be cut for time.

#bella's book club #book recs for bella

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strywoven-moved · 2 years

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@maljefe asked : [ SMILE ] : sender lights up with a bright smile upon seeing the receiver enter the room. 🥺

PROPMTED.

Always in a HURRY , always caught in a RUSH ; today’s no different , found to be making h a s t e down the busy hallway , dancing out of the way of personal traffic , narrowly avoiding collision with several of their companions in their mad dash to make the meeting with Loni on time ( quick check to their watch says they’re already a few minutes overdue— ! ) . Not a second to spare , Kaen is on a considerably important q u e s t ; over-the-shoulder apologies are offered to those familiar with them , the promise made to return to retrieve conversation some other time ( that is , if they are not in too much trouble already , they know how particular the wolf is about scheduling ) .

Reaching her door , Kaen takes a second to catch their breath , bent forward as they re-gather the lost composure scattered in the wake of their hurrying about to get here. Straightening up , scarred knuckles rap lightly ‘gainst the wood. Entry permitted , the faun strolls inside , quietly closing the door behind them. “Ah- Ah’m sorry , sis !” Already q u i c k to burst into an explanation for their tardiness , “Ah was held up on campus by m’advisor t’ talk ‘bout graduation an’ Ah- uh- Ah jus’ thought Ah’d still ‘ave th’ time t’ make th’ afternoon bus an’ make it ‘ere.” They didn’t. Putting their satchel down , Kaen takes a seat , slouching a bit , head resting in the cup of their palm. It takes them a moment , or perhaps two , to register the expression fixed to Loni’s features. What they find there is not frustration , not even the least bit of agitation , and instead that familiar fondness brightening her face with a humored s m i l e . Rather than admonish them for such a minor infraction ( one that is so very rare , of course ) , she asks them to continue ; asks them about their schooling ⸺

Kaen lifts their head , ears perking to attention. “Ye- ye r e a l l y wanna know ‘bout all’a tha’ ?” She laughs , giving them an encouraging nod. There’s an excitable g l e a m to them now , pulling their chair forward as if preparing to tell a great tale. And in a matter of moments , the original intent of the meeting is cast to the wayside , Kaen goes off on a tangent about their academics , telling their big sister how well things have been going ; how much praise they’ve earned for their performance ; how it seems – that for once – there’s HOPE for a bright future to come.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙#❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || answered ❞ ━ ☙#❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙#maljefe

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fagpeterstrahm · 4 years

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#dominik dijakovic #nxt #wwe #gifs #yes i added the first gif PURELY so i coudl add the secodn one ;;#listen i have had MANY htuoghs abtou this.. cole shoudl kno bc i sent them a pic of teh second gif AGES ago n cried abt it ;;#listne.... i lvoe him so much adn i KNOW that keith technically liek. BEAT beat him.. btu still thsi mometn ;;;;#i knwo this is going a bit off on a tangent btu god i abosultuely adore him so cmuh and i cant wiat until he gets #a title in wwe and i Know that when eh does i will cry.. btu that is besides teh point and i sjtu Thinkatbout it a lot maybe #god... sjtu like............ dijak vs keef wm main event 4 the wwe championship.................. my mind. my brain.... my power.. my intell #god i havnet even TLAKED abtou the gifs what am i ;;;;;;;#hes sos oft and i lvoe and adoer him so mcuh and hsi miscoloured (idk if that s the word btu w/e) elbow pads #i wish for nothign but the best for him and that he is safe and happy and i kNow i Litch rally just said this like a few tags ago but #liek. i sjtu cant wait until he wins a title liek. when that happens i will NEVER shut up abotu it and im so sorry in advance #god i cried at hsi fuckign. takeover match w keith hoiw am i gonna handle it when he wins a title??? short answer. i wont :)#en ee ways htank you everyon efor Ignorign ym tags. ia m depressed and gay so i am allowed thank.

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ok but like wilbur as a dad? like him taking care of you while you pregnant and making sure you feel amazing and confident and just supporting you.. fuck man

Wilbur as a Dad!|| 🌼

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff

h e a d-c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

WILBUR AS A DAD POG

Artist| yanteruu on twitter!

warnings: pregnancy!!

(also pronouns are still gender neutral bc pog)

a/n: THIS ANON KNOWS WHO I SIMP FOR THIS HAS FED ME-

- he was with you in the bathroom as you took the test, leaning against the wall as you did your thing, he simply stared at you much to you wondering why he was.

- It didn’t matter though once beeping bounced off the bathroom walls, as you got up and walked over to him, only looking at it with him.

positive.

- Wilbur never picked you up so fast, he was laughing and giggling as he burried his face into your chest, he was so happy.

“Y/N!! Im- Im gonna be a dad!” He cried out, putting you down but grasping your shoulders. Y/N simply looked up at him, teary eyed and smiling. “Yeah, Wilbur, and you’ll be a great one.” Y/N said, standing on they’re tippy-toes and wrapping they’re arms around his neck, trying to give him a kiss. He simply smiled, snaking his hands to your torso, pulling both of you closer to his body. All he did was press his lips against yours, so softly yet passionate. As both of you separated, all Wilbur had to say was,

“I love you, both of you.”

- Although he was protective of you before, he definitely was now. Well... more of clingy. He was always by your side and catered to all of yours and your babies needs.

- Morning cuddles where your both laying in bed, his head beneath your chest, but above your stomach. He loved the intimacy, being able to be close to the 2 most dearest people in his life.

- Telling Philza and Tommy when you were about 3 weeks in, Tommy screaming while Phil was the definition of [surprised pikachu face]

“W-wait? Y/N’s pregnant?” Phil asked, all 3 of them met up at a small cafe since he wanted to spend some time with his other family. “Yeah!! Dad, im gonna be a dad!” Wilbur jumped in his seat, he was so giddy about everything, not that anyone was complaining.

“Wait... this doesn’t mean you’re going to be spending less time with m- i mean us right?” Tommy said, his face toward his drink, yet looking up at his older brother.

“Awwwww Tommy-!!” Wilbur cooed, looking at the teenager with adoration. “I wont be online much in the later months, but for now my schedule will be relatively the same.” Wilbur stated, sipping his drink, looking at Tommy. “But hey, wanna go back to my place and see Y/N? They didn’t want to come since ‘they didn’t want to ruin the surprise.’” Wilbur asked, both boys nodded as they headed out.

- The ENTIRE SMP traveling to the UK to see you, they already loved you before, but my god they practically stole you from Wilbur for a few.

- Techno was,, surprisingly protective of you. Whenever you were out in public and Wilbur wasn’t there, he was right by your side. He liked you before, you were incredibly nice to talk with, and never minded his tangents.

- Wilbur asking Techno if he has anything to confess, only for Techno to punch him in the shoulder as you giggled

- Setting up a baby room would be both adorable and a disaster. Wilbur would have no clue what he’d be doing most of the time, but seeing him laughing and giggling as he smiled at his mistakes... your heart simply melted

- Him kissing your stomach. This is very important. Every chance he gets, he kisses your stomach. Without hesitation. Even if your not showing, he’ll still do it.

- Both of you going out on little shopping trips, picking out baby stuff.

“Y/N!! Look at this onesie! We have to get it, the baby will look even more adorable.” Wilbur giggled, as he put the article of clothing into the trolly. “Wilbur, sweetie, dont you think we already bought enough?” Y/N asked, smiling a contagious smile as they looked at they’re lover.

- Telling his fanbase was a tad bit interesting, it was during a Geoguesser stream, where you walked into the room, you were in your second trimester by now, so it was very obvious you were, indeed, pregnant.

- So when you walked in to get some laundry, obviously pregnant, and in view, his chat went CRAZY

‘WILBUR?? WILBUR???!!???’

‘Wilbur got something to fess up?’

‘The fangirls are quaking’

‘Hes got someone in his bed AND in his twitch chat pog’

‘POG?????’

‘Wilbur says hes a soft boy on the streets but a freak in the sheets-‘

- Wilbur just say there wide eyed, as he turned around and looked over at you. You were bending down to grab some clothes, unaware of the situation. He quickly sprung up though, grabbing the clothes out of your hands, quickly throwing them off the bed.

“Love!! I thought you said you were going to rest...” Wilbur mumbled, pulling you close, rocking both of your forms back and forth. “I did, Wilby, but work around the house needs to be done, for the baby-“ “No, you need to rest for the baby. The baby will not be happy if they’re beautiful parent is not getting the proper rest they need and deserve.” He said, looking at you with a pouty face. Y/N simply sighed then giggled, finally giving in.

“Oh also... wanna introduce the little one to chat..? They saw you two.” Wilbur asked, scratching the back of his neck, looking at his partner.

- Singing lullabies to the baby, even if its not born yet. He’ll lighty strum his guitar, humming a tune as you lay next to him, enjoying both’s presence

- Wilbur constantly holding onto you, ESPECIALLY in public. Someone will look at you the wrong way and all the sudden Wilbur is practically suffocating you, eyeing the person who dare look at you the wrong the way

- Making special lullabies for the baby once they’re born, he’ll sing them to both of you before bed, and it always lulls you to sleep

- Orca plushie, Orca plushie

- You know that man bought little beanies and sweaters. Sorry its canon.

- When the baby started to kick he legitimately cried. He was so happy, all he wanted was to hold his baby.

- A absolute mess when Y/N is delivering the baby, he’s just pacing around the waiting room as Phil is trying to calm him down.

- Him being a total man baby with Phil, just constantly like ‘daaaAAAAAAD’ ‘phiiiiil i miss Y/N’ ‘i want my babies where are my babies’

- once he gets into the dilivery he is literally just:

- i will make a part 2 of this if requested because i have IDEAS, HEAD FULL MANY THOUGHTS

a/n: i skipped my math class to finish this, so kinda pog. Anyways soft dad wilbur makes me soft, i have writers block atm and have no clue what im even doing half the time but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless :)

Also finally I uploaded I’ve been stressing for days ; - ;

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Take It Out On Me

Happy Smutty Saturday! I seem to like writing things revolving around the pandemic lmaoo I'm sorry, I don't want to make that a habit. This is escapism, after all. Anyways, request from god knows how long ago about angry fucking with our fav gremlin boi

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (Female)

Warnings: 18+. There's some angst, some words exchanged in anger but nothing too crazy. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls don't be dumb) Rough sex, dirty talking, hints of BDSM if you squint, praise kink if you squint.

Word Count: 3K

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy!

When the pandemic started, things weren’t so bad. Your job allowed you to simply work from your laptop, you had turned the second bedroom/storage room into a makeshift office and it worked just fine. Merriell, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He had been laid off, and, at first, was incredibly stressed about it. Thankfully though, you made enough money to cover the rent and the government came through with some financial aid that helped Mer pay for the bills. You’d be okay.

In fact, once the financial stresses were taken care of, it was actually kind of nice. You two hadn’t lived together long, but long enough that you had noticed your schedule differences and long enough to know you had missed each other. Gone were the late nights at the shop that left you lonely and missing his touch. Quite the contrary, during the first few months, you had fucked like rabbits. He had taken you in every room of the house like you were christening the damn thing all over again. The kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, hell, he even had you in your ‘office’ at one point. It was fun, being together all the time.

Until it wasn’t.

Eventually, being cooped up in the same goddamn space all the damn time got to both of you. And you loved him dearly but god he was so fucking annoying sometimes. Usually, you could avoid creating tension either by slinking away to your office for a bit or politely asking him to take a walk. But the office door had been a lost cause ever since he fucked you up against it so hard it came right off its hinges and it was raining outside, so he couldn’t leave. You were stuck.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the little things that usually didn’t matter had gone unchecked and undiscussed and were beginning to bite at your skin in a way you couldn’t ignore. For you, it had started when you went to the bathroom in the morning, only to discover he had left the toilet seat up and you fell right through. For him it had started when you unconsciously kicked him awake at 6 in the morning on a Saturday. And from there it spiraled. By the time you were ready for coffee, he had drunk the whole pot.

“Thanks for leaving me some.” you had grumbled, and maybe you meant it in good fun, but your sleepy attitude struck a chord, and you knew that because it was met with silence.

So maybe that’s why you didn’t ask him if he wanted some of the eggs you were making for breakfast. And maybe that’s why he decided the be extra loud when he finally made his own breakfast. Pots and pans clanging as he threw them in the sinks, cupboard doors slamming shut and using his fork just a little too violently in a way that set your whole being on edge.

By the end of the day, you had snapped at each other a few times and the tension was so thick that you could barely stand just being next to him. You hated that you were feeling this way, that these stupid lockdowns were driving you away from each other when all you wanted was the opposite. But you couldn’t let go of your anger and annoyance, and it bled through your veins, poisoning any conflict resolution that threatened to act as an antidote to your frustrations.

The last straw came at dinner. He had asked you what you wanted to eat and just the question had you gritting your teeth. So you had replied, telling him that he could make whatever he wanted. That, apparently, was the wrong answer.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he snarled, slamming his hand down onto the kitchen island, “Can you please jus' tell me what the fuck you want?!”

You had done nothing more than glance his way and roll your eyes, not getting a chance to respond before he was launching into a tangent.

“Seriously, what the fuck do ya think I am? Some kinda mind reader?” He asks, one hand gesturing wildly while the other keeps the counter in a white-knuckled grip, “Ya been in this fuckin’ mood all goddamn day and Darlin, I gotta say, ‘m fuckin’ sick of it.”

You bark out a sharp, bitter laugh, “Oh, you’re sick of it?” You stand up from the couch, walking behind it so you can get closer to him, “Like you haven’t been intentionally pissing me off all fucking day.”

His jaw pushes out in annoyance, both hands now gripping the countertop, “I promise you,” and you gotta give the guy credit for trying to regain some composure, “whateva’ I did to make you this goddamn bitchy was not intentional.”

“Oh, so I’m a bitch now?” You counter, folding your arms over your chest.

His eyes close and his chin tucks into his chest, recognizing his mistake but unwilling to apologize for it, “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Tell me.” you insist, stepping closer to him, “Tell me what a bitch I’ve been. Blame all your problems on me. Because that’s just easier, isn’t it?”

It’s not true. You know. He knows it. But right now, all you can focus on is the anger that’s been boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Y’know what? Maybe this-” he cuts himself off, but his quick gesture between the two of you finishes the rest of his sentence for him. Silence fills the kitchen and now there’s salt added to the wound. Hurt swirls with your anger and you can’t stop yourself from talking even if you tried.

“No, say it.” you encourage bitterly, crossing the line into the kitchen, “Tell me how moving in together was a mistake. Tell me how you can’t fucking stand living with me. Tell me how I’m so bitchy and how sick you are of my shit. Tell me-”

Before you can finish antagonizing him, he’s got you pushed up against the wall, his hands braced on either side of your head. He’s so close to you, you can feel his breath, angry and panting on your skin. You look into his eyes, seeing them hard and cold with his anger but something else lying behind them.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and before you can even begin to be angry about it his lips are on yours and you can’t breathe.

His anger is very apparent, even as he kisses you. It’s rough, bruising, but it’s an outlet for all the negative feelings you’ve been experiencing so you kiss him back just as hard. You reach for him, unsure if you’re working to pull him closer and push him away. It doesn’t really matter though because he doesn’t let you touch him for long. Within seconds both your wrists are taken in one hand and pinned above your head. You fight against his hold, despite knowing it’s futile. In retaliation you bite down hard on his lip, feeling only a little satisfied when he pulls away in shock, his free hand coming up to check for blood. There's not.

You meet his eyes with a defiant smirk. He wants to play dirty? Fine. You can play that way too.

He steps away and for a second you think he’s actually going to walk away. But then-

“Get your ass to the bedroom.”

You almost laugh. If he thinks you’re, in any way, going to be compliant tonight, he’s sadly mistaken. Instead, you cross your arms, falling back to lean against the wall, your eyes never leaving his. He chuckles, an angry smirk crossing his features. He looks away, shaking his head, tongue poking against the side of his cheek in complete disbelief. Before you can think of your next move he’s got you thrown over his shoulder, marching the both of you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You squirm, trying to push yourself to an angle that would let you fight his grip but it’s no use. By the time you work his hold free, he’s already dropping you on the bed. Although dropping may not be the right word, he all but slams you down, leaving you momentarily breathless.

Even then, he moves quickly. His hands move to his belt, quickly working the clasp back and off so he can slide his jeans off. Despite your anger, you feel heat pool between your legs when the fabric drops to reveal bare skin. It’s nothing new for Merriell, but it never fails to do something to you. He knows it too, a cocky smile gracing his face as he sheds his shirt too. He only lets you look for a second before he’s quickly flipping you onto your stomach. He forces you up onto your knees, hand finding the back of your neck to keep you where he wants you as he climbs onto the mattress behind you.

You put up a bit of a fight, although you’re becoming less and less focused on your anger and frustration and more focused on the feeling on his cock pressing against the back of your jean-clad thigh.

“Always seem to forget how fucking stubborn you are.” He growls into your ear, pressing himself against the line of you body while his free hand starts to unbutton and work off your pants, “Hard headed and difficult.” he continues, biting roughly on your earlobe just to here your intake of breathe and to feel you struggle against his hold, “A fucking brat.” He punctuates the last words by tugging both your jeans and panties down around your thighs roughly. You hiss at the forcefulness of the action, feeling the burn of the fabric against your skin contrasting with cool air against your bare pussy.

You’re completely at his mercy.

His presence is dominating, even though you can’t see him, his hands, one pressing on your neck to keep you still and the other caressing the swell of your ass, let you know exactly who's in charge. You don’t struggle, both of you knowing how much you want him, but you still hold an air of defiance. Your face is turned so you can breathe, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. He tries to draw you out, teasing you by dragging his cock against your wetness. He alternates between taking the tip and rubbing it between your folds and fucking the space between your thighs. He knows what it does to you, can see the way you fight the urge to beg by pressing your lips together.

But you don’t fold.

“C’mon baby,” he taunts, venom laced in his words, “I know you want it.” As he talks the hand on your neck slides up into your hair, “Know you want that attitude fucked outta ya,” He tugs your hair roughly, pulling a gasp from your lips and forcing you to look back at him, “All ya gotta do is ask.”

You breathe heavily for a second, eyes locked with his, “Go fuck yourself.”

He growls, shoving your head back down into the mattress and thrusting into you roughly. Your back arches, eyes rolling back in your head as he begins to fuck you, not allowing you even a second to catch your breath. The second he sees bliss cross your features, he’s insufferable.

He laughs against a moan, “Feisty,” he comments, “but the second my dick’s in ya, you’re putty in my hands.”

You’re desperate to prove him wrong. You force your eyes open, locking them with his and pushing back against his thrusts, the headboard already banging against the wall with the force of both your movements.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” He asks, free hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack.

“I’ve had better.” Your voice bounces with each thrust, but you’re determined to keep your composure, despite the pleasure that makes your toes curl.

Another growl rumbles through his chest and he lays another harsh smack to your rear, just to see your body react, “Liar,” he hisses, fingers digging into your skin.

His angle changes ever so slightly so that his cock now drags against your sweet spot with every movement and you can’t force your moan back. His eyes light up, laughing delightedly at the sound, “Had betta’ my ass.” he comments, leaning down to bite roughly on your shoulder, effectively leaving marks all across them, “Ya jus’ can’t help ya’self. You love it. Love the feeling of my cock in you.”

“Who says I’m thinking of you?” You shoot back.

You know it’s not true. Merriell was unlike any lover you had before, you were hopelessly and utterly ruined for anyone else. But that didn’t matter. The comment, however untruthful, hits his possessive streak just like you knew it would. He pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back and nearly ripping the remaining fabric off your body before resuming his brutal pace, this time using your wrists on either side of your head to hold you down. In this position he can ensure that you’re looking at him, leaving no doubt in either of your minds that it’s him that makes you feel like this. Only him.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, leaving bite marks all along your skin. By the time you’re done, there won’t be a part of your body that’s not marked by him.

He stops talking for a second, focusing instead on giving you the fucking of your life. He’d never fucked you like this. He’d been possessive, sweet, caring, loving, jealous. But never angry. Not like this. Every ounce of frustration and anger he’d felt was redirected to his hips, the air tense with the hurtful words you’d both said earlier.

“C’mon,” you taunt when he slows for a second, lips turned up in a sneer even as you pant, breathless, “That all you got?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, hoisting your legs up onto his shoulders, releasing your hands so he can move one to your throat, pressing you into the bed that way instead. It’s hard for you to breathe that way, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. And if you thought he was fucking you hard before, it’s nothing compared to the way he’s fucking you now.

The new angle allows him to trust deeper into you and your stubborn resolve begins to fade a little. Your hands scramble to latch onto his forearm that holds you down, not trying to push him away but just searching for purchase, for support somewhere you’ve always found it. He’s not faring much better, head rolling back onto his shoulders with a groan as he fucks you. You’re both quickly abandoning your anger in favor of the pleasure that you provide each other.

“Merriell,” you mewl, a peace offering without even realizing it.

His head snaps back to look down at you, eyes sparkling at the sound of your name on his lips for the first time tonight, “There she is,” he pants, leaning down to kiss you, open-mouthed and filthy. It’s still harsh, but the anger behind his motions is nearly gone, “My good girl, huh?”

You don’t even need to nod, to voice your confirmation. It’s not even really a question. You both know you’d come to an unspoken agreement.

“Fuck, baby girl.” he moans against your mouth, slowing his trusts just enough so he can really make you feel the drag of his cock inside you, “Oh, you feel so good.”

You love it when he gets like this. When all he can do is fuck into you and voice his pleasure. It’s a sure sign of surrender.

“Yes,” you gasp, back arching up against his as you feel your pleasure begin to reach its peak, “Merriell, I’m close.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding in agreement, “C’mon, baby I gotcha. Let go for me.”

Your eyes lock with his the second you feel yourself slip over the edge. You see the way his eyes watch you, full of love that he had hidden behind his anger earlier. Your nails dig into his arm and your eyes roll back, unable to help yourself as pleasure courses through your whole body. You think that maybe you're shaking, but you’re completely detached from your conscious, knowing only the bliss he’s brought you.

Your senses come back to you just in time to feel him finish inside of you. His head buries into your neck, muffling his moans against your skin. The hand that had previously held you down now cups the back of your neck, the other gripping the back of your thigh with a grip so tight, you’re sure you’ll wear his fingerprints for a week.

He collapses against you, staying buried in your heat but pulling back enough so he can kiss you passionately. You kiss him back, hands tangling in his hair as your emotions begin to rise. When he pulls back your eyes are wet with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

He nods, rubbing your noses together affectionately, “Me too,” he says, just as quiet, “Don’t leave.”

It’s a rare moment of sheer vulnerability, much needed after the heightened tensions throughout the past few days. You both knew, on some levels that the words shared earlier were spoken only out of frustration. But there was always that glimmer of doubt that you both felt. For him, it was always that you could find someone better. And for you, it was always the possibility of him growing sick of you.

You shake your head, kissing his softly, lovingly, “Never.”

After a few more moments of holding each other, he pulls out of you but doesn't move much further. He pulls you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your forehead. You bask in the silence for a handful of moments, just listening to each other breathe, finally feeling the tension between the two of you dissipate.

“Next time, can you just please put the seat down?” You murmur against his chest, a teasing tone to your voice.

He barks out a laugh and you grin against his skin at the sound.

Everything was going to be okay.

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