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devilmademewriteit · 11 months

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Drabble request for dbf!joel getting blown under the table or something while he's having a convo with reader's dad?!?! IDK I just love your dbf!joel!!

You Can Be the Boss

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!afab!reader

warnings: rough oral (m receiving); petnames (angel, baby, sweetheart); age gap; choking; hair pulling; (yall this is pure pure daddy issues FILTH, I warned you. I warned you hard).

Hi y’all ty for sending me all ur requests. ummm you guys are insane ! and so am I ! maybe more because I’m actually the one writing these ! this one is so dirty ! don’t say I didn’t warn you !

more to come hehehe. I don’t tag ppl for my smaller drabbles / fics so turn on notifs or whatevs ;)

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“As close as I’ll get to the darkness, he tells me to, ‘Shut up, I got this.’”

- You Can Be the Boss

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It was still a secret, after all.

Sneaking into his apartment, late nights in alleys, abandoned cars lining the streets of the QZ… you’d managed to keep your joint intoxication with one another under wraps.

Today… today was risky. You usually waited until the wee hours of the morning to even walk by his place, let alone enter, but you’d needed to drop off a sweater that Tess had leant you the previous week, intending to leave it folded up on the doormat before bolting down the hall. Your footsteps were nervous and heavy, which led to the door swinging wide open on its hinges, a gruff “where you runnin’ off to, Angel?” and a set of rough hands pulling you through the doorway.

Then you were spread open against the tattered table cloth of his (busy) kitchen table, underwear shoved to the side, watching a hunched over Joel Fucking Miller spit on his hand and run it up down his heavy, hard length.

“Shouldn’t come here during the day,” as he’d lined himself up, “Can’t fuckin’ help myself.”

That’s when you heard the definite sound of a key twisting inside a lock. Joel’s head shot up — your eyes barely had time to widen before he was shoving you under the table, panties still twisted around your ankles.

A quick zip, then footsteps.

“Oh, sorry man—”

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“—Tess said you wouldn’t be home.”

It’s your father.

You thank God for your his poor observation skills (and the tablecloth) as Joel responds, “ah, no worries,” frustratingly non-chalant as ever.

“While you’re here though,” and your heart sinks, identifying your dad’s intention to stay, “Was wondering if we could go over the plans for our new routes. FEDRA assholes blocked off another south-east one today.”

Your blood turns to ice inside your veins as both men pull out their chairs, settling into a purely-business conversation. Joel barely hesitates, cool as ice.

Not fair that he gets to be so calm while you’re so… not.

Not fair.

If only there was a way to even out the playing field.

Crunched into yourself, you scoot closer to Joel’s calves, clinging onto his denim and doing your best to make as little noise as possible. When it’s clear, however, that your father’s far too invested in the practicalities of the conversation to suspect or inquire into or even notice anything else, your eyes wander towards the slowly softening bulge, still visible underneath Joel’s belt.

And you get an idea.

The man always tortured you, and you were well aware that what made your arrangement especially enticing — for the both of you — was the taboo-ness, the wrongness of it all.

So your pussy drips just thinking about it.

Slowly, delicately, you slide your hands up Joel’s thighs, feeling his every muscle respond, tensing, turning to stone, or jolting with electricity beneath your playful touches.

It’s hard, quietly pulling down his fly. Still, metal tooth by metal tooth, you eventually succeed, unable to hold back a smile of vindication when his cock springs up, swelling and hardening between your fingertips. Joel covers his choke with a cough.

Just as you duck down to lick a fat stripe up his cock’s dark underside, noticing how the lungs above you constrict — freezing — the conversation changes.

“You been seeing a lot of my daughter?”

Joel takes an uncharacteristically long time to grunt out a “here n’ there.”

You hold in a laugh, both at your dad’s timely question and the reaction it causes. Placing a hand at the base of him, you consider this the perfect moment to start teasing his tip with patient, innocent little kitten-licks.

“Been acting weird,” your old man continues, unphased and unassuming, “Worried she’s been gettin’ herself into trouble.”

Trouble? You’re looking at him.

Your dad’s whole “fatherly concern” (not like he’d ever shown any before) angle makes you bold. You want to make it harder for Joel to deny your father’s suspicion.

You want to make him lie through his teeth.

You part your lips, wrapping them adoringly around the entire head of his cock before gliding down, using your hand to assist you as you please every inch of him.

While he mostly manages to keep it together, his legs don’t, gently parting with desire to allow you better access.

“She-she’s a good girl, man,” Joel manages, and while his delivery borders a groan, he stays surprisingly level (your body doesn’t forget to note his praise, either, aching cunt growing wetter and wetter at his every word). “‘Bit juvenile sometimes, and reckless—” he pauses, and it’s very clear he’s not speaking to your father, “—but good—” you work every inch of him with your hands, throat, and mouth, savouring the feel of his ridges and veins, the taste of his salt on your tastebuds, “—so good.”

You freeze, scanning the room for tension as both you and Joel try to figure out if his desire-stricken tone’s given you away.

It hasn’t.

Of course it hasn’t.

Your dad continues on as if everything were normal, as if Joel’s tip wasn’t kissing the back of your throat. “Just not sure if I’m raising her right—or… or if I was much of a father at all.”

Yeah, probably not. You know, given that I’m under the table sucking your best friend’s dick.

You watch, head still slowly bobbing up and down his length, a hand carving a careful path down his leg. Joel’s fingertips breach your shoulder, his palm slowly graduates to cupping the back of your head.

And he shoves you forward, forcing every punishing inch of himself down your little, gasping throat.

“Just needs a little discipline,” your torturer responds, raising his gravelly voice to mask the definite sound of choking.

“A heavy hand.”

You huff against his abdomen. Just like that, Joel’s taken the reins of your little operation.

Like he always did. Like he always does.

“You’re probably right,” your father responds, sighing with concession. Tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes while your lungs burn for oxygen, mouth stuffed and nose pressed into Joel’s skin. He chuckles, slapping the table. “Give ‘em an inch and they take a mile, huh?”

“That’s right,” Joel responds, a soft coo, tightening his grasp in your hair and somehow forcing more of himself between your lips.

Making his point.

You hold back a whimper, nails hopelessly clawing at his jeans.

Your dad raps his knuckles against the wood, pushing his chair back to leave. Unfortunately for you, Joel doesn’t move, holding you there like a prisoner — suffocating you.

He clears his throat. “I’d walk you out, but, you know—” your eyelids grow heavy, little stars beginning to dance in your vision “—been goin’ hard recently. Wearin’ myself out.”

A huff of understanding and concurrence from the other side of the room.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, hinges squeak, goodbyes are uttered, and your father’s left you alone with his buddy again.

Joel’s chair scrapes back — he pulls you along with him, attached to him, out from underneath the table.

Finally, finally, he releases his grasp.

You jump off of him, strings of saliva trailing from your lips, gasping for air as if you were seconds from drowning.

You aim to collapse against his knees, but he quickly grabs you by the throat, presses his big thumb under your chin, and forces your wet, tear-lined eyes up to meet his.

They’re filled with a lust so dark, you wonder if just that look might swallow you whole.

“Prouda yourself?” He speaks, voice low.

Dangerous.

And you just smile, dazed, nodding. Nodding because you know where it’ll get you. Nodding because you just know how much it’ll entice him.

“‘Course you are,” he continues, softer, “Shoulda been honest — shoulda told your old man he raised a fuckin’ slut.”

Joel lifts you up, indelicately shoving you down on the table, right back in the position you’d originally started the visit in.

His eyes darken to black when he sees how wet you are, how fucked-out, needy, and unapologetic you are.

“And you know what, baby?” A deceiving coo as he lines himself up at your entrance, using his other hand to squeeze your jaw — tight.

You look at him with big, begging doe eyes, eyebrows already knitting together from the tantalizing contact.

“I’m really fuckin’ glad he did.”

And as Joel Miller roughly sheathes his cock inside your young, tight cunt, you find yourself agreeing with him.

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boarwinds · 2 months

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OP i beg you tell me everything about the phantom of the opera/parent trap au, i need all the details.

Here u go:

What if CSLG never have that 3rd person convo, they still go to the cabin n CS gets rid of the guns.

u where cslg split amicably (as amicable as a split can be w cs being involved). Cs never brings up the 3rd person, they still go to the cabin, and cs still gets rid of the guns. Atp he starts realizing he can go back to d2/the capitol without worry n rly, lg has no use for him, he'll only slow her down. He doesn't worry abt lg betraying him bc who'll believe her over him? Either way she can't tell anyone, going back to d12 is a death sentence for her.

He makes promises he knows he can't keep, like how he won't let anybody hurt a hair on her head despite not having the power to guarantee her safety. The effort he's putting into this performance is a flimsy excuse to say he tried to keep them together. He knows she knows, n he's counting on it, for her to say it's no use so they can split n he won't have to feel guilty abt leaving her.

Only he needs to know that the next time they meet, he'll be in his rightful seat at the top of the capitol social/power ladder, he'll sweep her off her feet n she'll be so grateful. He'll rise to power n ask for forgiveness later.

Just as he predicted, lg tells him they're not in the games anymore, they won't get lucky again, he can't protect her in d2. So they stand in silence in the cabin nobody making a move, bc they know the only one she can make is to leave. Lg comes to the conclusion that they've made use of e/o, they've reached their end. She goes. He's back in the capitol in no time.

(He waits a while before going back to 12 to give her enough time to escape before the peacekeepers are alerted. Cs heads to the covey where he personally let's maude ivory know lg is gone. He just let's her cry n punch into his chest.)

Meanwhile lg continues further into the wild.

Back in 12, a new mayor is elected, but the real power lies w the new commander. He's strict but not overly cruel. Don't get in his way n everything will be alright. He's young n handsome n has managed to charm most of d12, it makes it easier for everyone to fall in line. Maude ivory doesn't like who he reminds her of.

A few months pass n the new commander goes out patrolling the outskirts of 12. He's overseeing the construction of the barbed wire fence to be set up around the perimeter n wants to see for himself before it happens. He stumbles upon a lake w a cabin. Inside is a person, silent n still, face down on the floor.

(After yrs in the wild) lg is dying. She knows it. She's made her decision. She's going back to 12 to see her family one last time, she doesnt care if she's caught. Whether it's illness or a hanging that gets her, it doesn't matter, life in the woods alone without family isn't a life for her. On her worst days she wished she had come along w cs.

He realizes she's still alive when she starts to cough n rushes to her side. He starts to pick her up to bring her to the infirmary. Even w the grime n dirt on her face he would recognize her anywhere, the songbird who won the 10th games, the one he couldn't look away from back in the capitol. She opens her eyes n the only thing he hears is "...c○ri○|@nus? What did u do to ur hair" as she reaches up to his face n passes out.

Lg wakes up in a hospital in 12. She thinks she's hallucinating when she sees cs sitting by her side. She says "c○ri○|@nus" again n panics n starts to pull at wires connecting her to diff machines. The man notices n tries to calm her down, hands up like shes an untamed horse, "my name is William H. Bonney. I'm the commander of d12. You can call me billy."

(Referring to billy boy as billyb from here on out) billyb knows who cs is. Ever since his face was plastered all over the capitol bc of the games, all he's heard was how much he looks like him. He's heard the rumors of cs running away to 12 to be w his victor, his lover. He guesses those weren't unfounded. He shakes his head at how cs could ever leave a woman like her behind. How had she ended up in the woods half dead n him on his way to be president.

When lg wakes up again billyb have to restrain her. Billyb is so close to her, his eyes are exactly the same, he's telling her she's safe n she's transported right back. He has to tell her he's not cs, to look at his hair. He tugs at it to show her "see the roots?" It wasn't the hair that convinces her, billyb has a mole cs does not. He tells her "Idk what he did to u but I promise ur safe"

Over time billyblg develop a friendship. Lg has a hard time looking him in the face but sometimes she catches herself staring. Billyb feels her stare n let's her. Sometimes he stares right back w a smirk or a wink to catch her off guard. Lg feels ridiculous for blushing.

Billyb opens the hob back for lg n the covey.

Idk where it goes from here 🙂

Side note:

Cs had been working behind the scenes to keep d12 mostly lax for lg, removing the bounty for her, technically the reason billy was sent to 12 as commander

#ask #I actually wrote this entire thing down on my notes app at 3 am #it was fueled by delirium n my friend who kindly listened for hours #phantom parent trap au

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cure-typhoon · 8 months

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How would you write Feferi to be more important? I'd probably have her interacting with the Harleyberts if only to bring back the weird connections they have cause of the Condesce

Hmm okey fuck this is a complicated one, i'm not the type to rewrite homestuck besides silly aus, with the Earth C Au being like, the biggest one in there and is not really a rewrite of The Epilogues/HS 2 and more of it's own separate thing

-Feferi's biggest contribution to the plot in Homestuck is the creation of the Dream Bubbles so I think like a good way to make her more important to the plot is making her necessary in the whole Lord English/Calliope/Treasure Hunt thing? Like who is going to know better in how to look for something in the Dream Bubbles than Feferi who created them? Like have her as a Guide, someone who you ask when you get lost or have questions and stuff

-Another one could be Feferi visiting Jade's dreams in her 3 year journey. I know that for some reason June and Jade couldnt really visit the dreambubbles a lot while in the ship? Was it ever explained why? Anyway I think you could make Jade have rare dreams where she meets Feferi, like maybe is the only bubble that is close by for her to have dreams in but Feferi is the only ghost there for reasons. Or maybe she is not the only ghost there but is the only one who Jade knows. You could make it for Jade to have this rare but important convos with her, maybe they have a tumoltuos relationship with her as they don't really get along at times but theyre the only other person there who you know so you push for a friendship that starts not the Best but becomes something comforting in this three year alone journey.

That is a way to give her more relevance even if she is dead, if you want to bring her back or make her stay alive entirely you could do:

-Eridan didnt kill her, she either survived the blast, avoided it or she was healed by her God Tier Ghost version, it doesnt really matter. Feferi survived but everyone else didnt and Gamzee hide the corpses/Vriska wants to wait to prototype them or smt. So now Feferi is part of the meteor crew, yay, that also means Sollux probably dump her right there, not yay

So what could Feferi in the three Journey? She could be learning how to use her powers as a Witch of Life without being God Tier so she can help in the upcoming battle, she could evolve a deeper friendship with Karkat as he was the other closest person to Eridan (yes Feferi/Karkat friendship, it's my blog I can do whatever I want/jk), she could help the crew how to navigate the bubbles better. She could join to fight the Condesce or maybe go fight the Jacks if she doesnt want to fight her. Help Jane and Jake with their fight tho

-This option is if she dies but is brought back to life later. We don't really find out a lot about the shenanigans of the Alpha Kids and their dreams, all of them lost their dream self so they had to be in the Dream Bubbles when they slept. Sooo you could make Jane befriend Feferi there! Or Roxy as they got along as Fefetasprite I feel they could befriend even if she is not fefeta anymore.

In her friendship there they could talk about Alternia and the Condesce, failed romance, etc. Maybe because of this friendship, Jane wants to revive her even though Feferi says it would probably be imposible to do without her body. Anyway the whole shenanigans happens and they revive her in the lilypad! Maybe with the rest of the trolls tho, it honestly depends on how you want to write it.

Ando thats all the ways I could come up to make Feferi more relevant jeje

#homestuck #feferi peixes #jane crocker #jade harley #karkat vantas #eridan ampora

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musette22 · 1 year

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The Element of Surprise

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only please)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: rough(er) sex, light degrading language, light roleplay, light Dom/sub

A/N: AKA the long awaited mustache fic (awaited by no one but me, but still). I've had that little text convo at the beginning saved in my notes app for a long time, but I never quite knew how I wanted to follow it up. I still didn’t really know where I was going with this when I finally started writing it, but I should have known it would turn into filth. I’m not sorry, except to those of you who can't abide the 'stache (even though your opinion is wrong) <3 And btw, if you're thinking 'this reads like a bad porn flick', that is entirely intentional 😌 Hope you enjoy! Comments = love <3

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C: be there in 30

S: I'll put a beer in the freezer

C: I love you

S: I know

S: love you too

C: and seb, just

C: don't laugh ok

S: huh?

S: why would I laugh

C: you'll see

S: ?? what does that mean?

C: be there soon 😘

Sebastian huffs, leaving his phone on the couch as he heads into his kitchen and pulls open the pantry door.

He doesn’t drink enough beer to permanently keep his fridge stocked with the stuff, and while Chris does love his beer (understatement), he’s trying to cut back. Or at least not to drink on weeknights. Too much. But since tonight is Friday and they have a whole weekend ahead of them in which they’ll be doing nothing but relaxing, ordering pizza, and watching movies, Sebastian figures they can start indulging a little early. He grabs a couple of beers from the bottom shelf, sticking them in the freezer to chill, so Chris will come home to a cold beer later.

As he returns to the living room and stretches out on the couch, bag of potato chips in hand, it occurs to Sebastian just how domestic it all feels. The thought makes him smile.

He’s never been very good at domesticity, which it’s why it’s even more surprising how much he likes it, this time around. He knows he shouldn’t get too used to having Chris in his space, he does, but it’s just too nice not to want to soak it up and roll around in it every chance he gets. The prospect of Chris staying at his place for longer than just a weekend makes something warm and giddy fizz in the pit of his stomach. It’s addictive.

For the next few months, Chris will be on stage every night in his first ever Broadway play, and for the duration of its run, he’ll be staying in New York.

Officially, Chris is renting a swanky place in Tribeca.

Unofficially, he’s staying with Sebastian at his tiny SoHo apartment.

The fact that Sebastian lives in New York played at least some part in Chris’s decision to do a Broadway play this year. They were both tired of only seeing each other whenever one of them could take a few days off to visit the other (under the radar, of course). Already, Chris spending an extended period of time in New York has done their relationship a world of good.

Things are good. Easy. If he’s being honest with himself, Sebastian can’t remember the last time he felt so content.

Since coming to New York, Chris has been going to rehearsals every weekday. Sebastian has sometime off in between projects, and he’s set to attend the premiere of Lobby Hero this Monday – ostensibly as an interested co-star, secretly in the capacity of supportive boyfriend. He can’t wait to see Chris shine on stage. Chris is nervous as hell, to the point where he’s wondered if blowing the whole thing off wouldn’t be better than letting everyone down, but there’s no doubt in Sebastian’s mind that he’ll knock it out of the park. Chris is a lot better than he gives himself credit for.

When a car door slams outside his apartment, Sebastian sits up, brushing the crumbs off his sweater – a soft, light blue one that Chris says brings out his eyes. When he darts a look out the window, Chris’s cab is just driving off. The man himself is keeping his head down, so all Sebastian can see is the top of the baseball cap he’s wearing.

Curious now, Sebastian gets up to greet Chris. Less than a minute later, the door to Sebastian’s apartment opens, Chris walks in, looks up, and –

Sebastian chokes on air.

The sound that leaves him is one he’s never heard himself make before; something high and squeaky and extremely embarrassing.

“Don’t,” Chris says instantly, a warning in his voice.

Sebastian gapes at him.

“You have a mustache,” he says faintly, once he’s remembered how to talk.

“Yep.” Chris lifts a hand to his face, fiddling with said mustache. “It’s for the role.”

Distantly, Sebastian registers he sounds a little off, and that’s when he finally notices the hint of apprehension in Chris’s eyes. Just the smallest glint of poorly concealed uncertainty.

Chris is worried, Sebastian realizes with a start.

Worried that Sebastian will laugh at him. That Sebastian might not find him attractive anymore.

Well. No need to worry about that, apparently.

Because for some unholy reason, that thing on Chris’s upper lip – big and bushy and only about half an inch on either side removed from being a handlebar mustache – is currently making Sebastian want to climb him like a fucking tree.

Not that he doesn’t normally want to do that, but urge is suddenly more intense than usual. By about three hundred and twelve percent.

“You look…”

“Ridiculous?” Chris supplies, self-deprecating as always. “Like my dad? A 70s porn star?”

“You look hot.” Sebastian doesn’t quite mean to blurt it out like that, but he does anyway. And. Well. That’s out there now.

Chris’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I – what?”

“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes. He runs a shaky hand through his short hair, trying to gather his thoughts. “Look, I don’t know what this says about me, but uh. I am like, really fucking attracted to you right now. Even more than usual, I mean.”

For a long moment, Chris looks at him as if he’s crazy, or maybe like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but once it becomes clear that Sebastian isn’t joking (if only he were), Chris’s expression turns into one of tentative amusement.

“You’re serious,” he says, taking a step closer. Keeping his eyes fixed on Sebastian’s face, he carefully runs his thumb and forefinger over the mustache in a gesture that kind of makes him look like he’s up to no good. “You like it?”

Sebastian swallows. “Uh-huh.”

“Didn’t know you had a thing for guys with mustaches.”

“Neither did I.” Sebastian takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I think it might even just be you.”

“Oh, really?” Chris asks, some of his usual cheek returning now that he realizes he isn’t going to get laughed at. Far from it, in fact. “Huh. What do you like about it?”

“Um,” Sebastian says, swallowing as Chris steps closer. Oh Christ, it’s even worse up close. Or better, depending how you look at it. And Sebastian is looking at it. Can’t tear his eyes away from it, actually. “It. Uh - it makes you look…”

Several words flit, unbidden, through Sebastian’s mind, each one worse than the last. Macho. Authoritative. Mean.

“…good,” he finishes lamely.

Worryingly, Chris’s smile grows into a full-blown grin, and Sebastian’s skin erupts into goosebumps.

Oh, no. Sometimes Sebastian really wishes Chris didn’t know him as well as he does.

Though when Chris takes off his baseball cap, tossing it onto the hallway table, Sebastian hisses. “Ah, okay. The hair is kinda bad.”

Chris snorts, running his fingers through the spiky strands. “Right? I look like an asshole.”

“Little bit.”

Chris gives him a calculating look. “So… does that mean the effect is ruined?”

Sebastian takes a moment to consider this. “I mean, it’s objectively bad, but…” he trails off. Ugh, he really should be used to this by now, but on some level Sebastian still can’t believe that Chris can make literally any look work for him. So annoying. “…no. Not ruined. Sadly.”

Reassured, Chris slowly starts to advance on him. With every step that Chris takes forward, Sebastian takes one back, until his heels hit the wall of his hallway. He holds his breath, feeling like a bunny rabbit about to be eaten by a wolf, though presumably a little more turned on than said bunny rabbit would be at the prospect.

Stopping right in front of him, Chris leans in, placing his hands against the wall on either side of Sebastian’s shoulders.

“Hey, good lookin’,” Chris says, his breath ghosting Sebastian’s left ear. Sebastian shivers with his entire body – something which doesn’t escape Chris’s notice, and makes the grin turn into a smirk. “You come here often?”

Despite how turned on he’s rapidly getting, Sebastian snorts. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

Chris hums. “Funny how I haven’t seen you here before, then.”

“I have been saying you should get an eye test. You’ve been squinting a lot more lately.”

“Seb,” Chris huffs, fighting a smile. “C’mon, I’m tryin’ something here.”

“Right, sorry.” Sebastian clears his throat. “I, uh. I haven’t seen you before either.” Licking his lips, he adds, “Would’ve noticed if I had.”

“You would, huh? And why’s that?”

“Well, see…” Sebastian’s eyes drop to Chris’s mouth. Specifically, his upper lip situation. “It’s the mustache. Kinda hard to miss.”

Chris raises one eyebrow. “You know what else is hard?” he asks lewdly, rolling his hips.

Sebastian can’t stop himself – he lets out a helpless peal of laughter, throwing his head back and making it collide with the wall. He barely notices it, because the next thing he knows, Chris is on him, kissing up his throat and oh hello, okay, that feels weird. Good, but weird. He can’t even say why exactly it feels weird, since Chris’s beard used to tickle too, but somehow, when it’s just the ‘stache without the rest of it, it tickles more than it used to. Feels way more bristly like this.

Under Chris demanding mouth, Sebastian’s laugh morphs into a moan, and he slides down the wall a fraction, pressing into Chris and baring his neck a little further. Chris’s teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple, one of his hands wandering over Sebastian’s chest and squeezing at a pec.

“Sir,” Sebastian says, breathlessly scandalized. “Wh- what are you doing?”

“Just takin’ what I want.” Chris pulls back to look Sebastian in the eye, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You got a problem with that, sweetheart?”

Sebastian gulps, blinking hard. “No, sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” Chris leers, leaning in to bite at Sebastian’s bottom lip and pulling at it with his teeth. At the same time, he runs his left hand down Sebastian’s side and abs, all the way down until it slips between his legs. He cups the growing hardness there, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh, fuck,” Sebastian breathes, hands flying up to Chris’s waist.

“How’s that feel, honey? You like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah? You want me to keep touching you?”

“Yes.” Another mean squeeze. “Yes, please,” Sebastian amends quickly.

“How sweet.” Chris palms Sebastian’s dick again, tight and warm and so good, before abruptly pulling back his hand, leaving Sebastian to whimper and buck his hips. “Well, that’s tough, sweetheart,” Chris tells him, “‘cause you’re not gettin’ anything else till I decide you’ve earned it.”

Before Sebastian even has time to process that, Chris spins them around so that Chris is the one with his back against the wall, and then roughly pushes Sebastian down to his knees with a big hand on his shoulder.

Sebastian moans; a little for show, and a little because he genuinely likes being pushed around a bit. Usually, though, it takes Chris a lot longer to let go liken this. It tends to happen only when he’s getting close and his all he blood in his brain has relocated to his dick, but now, it seems that a little bit of clumsy role-play also does the trick.

Whatever it is, Sebastian thinks, he’ll be damned if he lets an opportunity like this pass him by.

Resting his hands on Chris thighs, Sebastian eagerly leans in to nuzzle at his crotch, mouthing at the hardening outline of his dick through his jeans. Chris hisses, hand scrabbling at Sebastian’s hair, trying to find purchase before seeming to realize that Sebastian’s hair is too short to grab right now (and doesn’t that make Sebastian suddenly regret cutting it immensely) and resorting to putting a hand over Sebastian’s face and just pushing him away instead.

“Did I say you could do that?” Chris’s asks. His usually easy voice is now laced with something dark, something almost menacing, sending a shiver down Sebastian’s spine.

He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry, dick perking up eagerly inside his sweats. “No, sir. Sorry.”

“Damn right,” Chris mutters. “You’ll get it when I give it to you. Now, are you gonna be good for me?”

Sebastian sucks in a shaky breath. Goddamn.

“Are you?” Chris repeats, tapping Sebastian’s cheek to prompt him.

“Yeah,” Sebastian nods, a little dazed. “Yeah, I’ll be good.” He watches, fascinated, as Chris’s right hand deftly flicks open the button on his jeans, before slowly pulling down his zipper, inch by excruciating inch. Sebastian finds himself willing Chris to go faster, to let him see what he’s got in his pants, which is ridiculous, because Sebastian knows what Chris has got in his pants. He should, seeing as he’s sucked it plenty of times. But somehow, what they’re doing here feels all kinds of new and exciting. Makes his breath come faster, eyes glued to the bulge in Chris’s jeans and mouth starting to water in anticipation.

Once his zip is down, Chris lowers his jeans a little, just enough so he can comfortably cup his dick, giving himself a teasing squeeze. “You want this?”

Sebastian tears his eyes away from it and looks up at Chris, who’s looking down at him with a sardonic smile on his face.

“Yes, please,” Sebastian says, feeling his eyes go big and round almost of their own volition.

Chris groans quietly, stroking Sebastian’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Look at you. Such a pretty guy.” A devilish glint appears in his eyes as he adds, “Be a shame if something got you all dirty, wouldn’t it?”

Oh, jesus.

While Sebastian can’t do anything but watch uselessly, Chris takes himself out of his underwear, pulling down his boxers enough to hook the waistband under his balls but otherwise remaining fully clothed. His dick is all the way hard already, flushed that pretty shade of pink Sebastian loves so much, wetness pearling at the exposed tip. Sebastian’s mouth literally waters so much he needs to swallow. Once again, he leans in to try and get his mouth on Chris, and once again Chris pushes him back with an admonishing hand to the face.

“Now, now. Don’t be greedy.”

Sebastian huffs impatiently behind Chris’s palm. “Please.”

Chris chuckles, taking hold of Sebastian’s chin again and running the pad of his thumb over Sebastian’s bottom lip. Sebastian doesn’t waste any time in letting his mouth drop open, something thrilling inside of him when Chris slides his thumb between his lips and presses down on his tongue. Sebastian closes his lips around the digit, moaning softly as he suckles at it. It’s not quite what he wants, but it’s still part of Chris inside of him, and he’ll take what he can get.

Sebastian is all set to protest again when Chris pulls his finger out, but before he can say anything, Chris shuts him right back up again by taking his cock in hand and literally rubbing it in Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian makes a shocked noise, eyes fluttering closed and mouth going slack. He moans, louder than before, and it’s not for show this time. Not even a little bit. Fire licks up his spine, his dick giving a desperate twitch inside his sweats. Fuck, but that’s hot. It’s downright filthy, the way the wetness leaking from Chris’s dick feels on his clean-shaven cheeks. Makes him feel dirty and owned, helpless, desperate for it.

“Open up,” Chris tells him, tapping his cheek. “Stick out your tongue.”

Sebastian does, and then-- Chris puts his dick on it. Just rests it there, not moving. Like he has all the time in the world. Oh, god.

“Stay still.”

Sebastian tries – he tries so hard to keep still, to be good and wait until Chris tells him he can move, but his tongue seems to have a mind of its own, rubbing lightly along the underside of Chris’s cock. The action causes it to spurt out some precome, which drips down his throat, making Sebastian swallow involuntarily. If asked, he’d swear he doesn’t shut his mouth on purpose, but if his lips closing around Chris’s shaft happens to make Chris groan and push in deeper, then that’s just a happy side effect.

“Suck it.” Chris’s voice has gone all low and rough now – and the order should sound stupid, like something out of a bad porn flick, but then this whole thing is kind of like a bad porn flick. And while that would usually be a turn off, right now, it’s setting Sebastian on fucking fire.

“I said, suck it,” Chris repeats, when Sebastian doesn’t obey right away, and presses in deeper, a little rough with it.

Sebastian jolts into action, moaning feverishly as he starts to suck Chris off as if his life depends on it. He uses his left hand, his tongue, his lips, and choking a little when he takes Chris too deep in one go –

And then suddenly, he’s being pushed back again.

Sebastian whines.

“Easy, tiger,” Chris clucks, a little condescending despite his breathlessness. “I said suck it, not slobber all over it like some horny teen that’s never seen a dick before.”

The rejection stings, but it’s a good sting; one that makes the back of Sebastian’s neck burn hot and his dick strain almost painfully against the material of his pants.

“You know,” Chris continues, rubbing the tip of his cock over Sebastian’s slick lips, almost absent-mindedly. “If you can’t control yourself, I’m gonna have to do it for you.” Not waiting for a reply, Chris grabs the back of Sebastian’s sweater and uses it to hold him in place. The neck of it strains against Sebastian’s throat when he tries to lean forward, causing him to draw in a raspy breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Sebastian whispers. He’s not sure if that’s the right answer, but it’s the honest answer, and the only one he’s got right now.

Chris shrugs. “Suit yourself.” Hooking his thumb over Sebastian’s bottom row of teeth, he pries his mouth open, forces his jaw down, and proceeds to feed his cock back into Sebastian’s mouth. And this time, he doesn’t stop until the head hits the back of his throat.

Despite having had a bit of practice, Sebastian’s gag reflex kicks in. He tries to swallows, and that makes Chris moan real pretty, so of course he does it again. Chris hips stutter and Sebastian’s eyelids flutter, and Chris pulls out before then sliding all the way back in again, over and over until Sebastian’s eyes start to water and his vision goes blurry.

When Chris tentatively thrusts in a little deeper still, a little rougher and less controlled, Sebastian lets out what is quite probably the most wanton sound he’s ever made.

“Ohh,” Chris muses, low and a little mean. “You like that, huh? Like it when you’re chokin’ on my dick? Yeah, ‘course you do, pretty little thing like you.”

Ho-ly-shit. They’re no strangers to a bit of dirty talk, but this… this feels different. It’s borderline degrading, what Chris is saying and doing, and Sebastian finds himself going wild for it.

Who knew.

Undoubtedly noticing Sebastian’s reaction, Chris does it again, pushing in deep and holding there until Sebastian starts to splutter. “Take it, all of it,” Chris orders, sounding almost unaffected. “Thought you wanted it, huh? C’mon, open wider. Yeah, that’s it.”

Feeling hot all over, Sebastian does his best to do what is asked of him. He opens his throat and relaxes as best he can, breathing harshly through his nose while he takes what Chris is giving him. He honestly might come in his pants any minute now, just from this. Chris’s cock is hard and heavy on his tongue, dripping down his throat, his familiar, musky scent everywhere, clouding Sebastian’s brain with screaming lust. One big hand rests heavy on Sebastian’s shoulder, fingers digging almost painfully into his trapezius muscle, and Sebastian’s knees hurt, and his jaw hurts, and he’s sore, and he’s gonna be even more sore later, but right now, he doesn’t care.

He feels good, amazing even. The only thing that’s missing now is seeing Chris fall apart. He wants Chris to come so badly, more so even than he wants to come himself, that he can feel it all the way down in his toes.

He doesn’t notice that his cheeks are wet until Chris brings up a hand to wipe at the tear tracks, meanwhile keeping up the relentless rhythm of his hips, steadily pumping in and out.

“Hey.”

Sebastian turns his eyes up, meeting Chris dark and heated gaze, misty through the tears. For a split second, Chris looks at him like himself, quickly cataloguing Sebastian’s condition, before seeming to decide they’re still on the same page. His eyes turn mean again, and Sebastian’s already racing heart skips a beat.

Chris coos then, a soft aaww which makes Sebastian feel equal parts cherished and pathetic. “Should see yourself, honey. Cryin’ and drooling all over my cock…” Chris thumbs at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth, wet with a mixture of spit and tears and Chris’s slick. “Jesus, you’re a mess.”

The words are condescending, but Chris’s voice sounds awed despite himself, and Sebastian is lit up with it from the inside out. He can tell Chris is getting close. Can hear it in his breathing, feel it from the way his thrusts get sloppier and rougher, dick occasionally slipping out and rubbing against Sebastian’s cheek before making its home in his eager mouth again.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Chris groans, fingers tightening impossibly on Sebastian’s shoulder. “Gonna make me come. Shit.”

Sebastian moans, letting Chris know how much he wants that, willing him to go faster.

Chris curses again, breathless now, heavy lidded eyes locked on Sebastian’s. “So close, f-fuck. Gonna come all over that pretty face, baby. Ahh, fuck yeah.”

Chris thrusts in deeply one last time, his mouth dropping open. Sebastian feels the first spurt of his release hit the back of his throat, before Chris hastily pulls out and lets the rest of it spill on Sebastian’s face. Come hits his cheeks, his nose, drips down into his mouth, warm and wet and Chris. It’s accompanied by an acute sense of accomplishment, making Sebastian feel boneless and sated, like he’s the one who just blew his load.

As if his strings have been cut, Chris slumps, sliding down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor. His eyes, still a little wild with the remnants of his ecstasy, roam over Sebastian’s face, wide like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, grabbing Sebastian’s head between his hands and kissing him, deep and filthy. His tongue pushes in, hot and demanding, licking the taste of himself out of Sebastian’s slack mouth. The mustache is rough against Sebastian’s face. It stings a little, and Sebastian relishes it.

Abruptly, Chris breaks the kiss only to pull him closer, practically into his lap. Sebastian is mostly boneless at this point, except for the bit between his legs, so he lets himself be pulled and arranged like a ragdoll until he’s sandwiched between Chris’s spread thighs.

Chris’s hand fumbles with the drawstring on Sebastian’s sweats, sticking a hand down his pants. When his fingers wrap around his aching dick, Sebastian nearly sobs with relief. He hadn’t even realized how desperate for release he was, too focused on Chris’s pleasure to even register his own need, but now that Chris is touching him, finally touching him, the need to come slams into him like a freight train. The angle is awkward, and Sebastian has trouble breathing because his throat hurts and Chris is still trying to sucking his face off, but it doesn’t matter. He is so on edge that after only a few strokes, he cries out and shoots off all over Chris’s hand. He buries his face in Chris’s neck, mouth open and slack against the warm skin beneath Chris’s ear, while he rides out the aftershocks.

Christ, that was good.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Chris starts rubbing circles over Sebastian’s back. It’s a calming gesture, soothing. Apologetic. “You okay?” he asks quietly. “Did I hurt you?”

Sebastian takes stock of his body. He’s sore as hell, but it’s a good kind of sore. Nothing hurts, in the bad sense of the word. “I’m okay,” he slurs, only it comes out more like, “Mmmhfgk.”

“You sure?” Chris presses. “‘Cause I – I got a little carried away there. Fuck, I didn’t even check if that was okay, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian scoffs, lifting his head. If there’s one thing Sebastian is certain of, it’s that Chris would have stopped immediately if Sebastian had given even the slightest indication that he wasn’t having a good time. He fixes Chris with a hard look – or at least, as hard as he’s capable of in his post-orgasmic state. “Did I look like it wasn’t okay? That was so hot, Chris. It was like, maximum okay.”

Chris makes a sound, reaching up to wipe at Sebastian’s cheeks with his sleeve. “Jesus, Seb.” He still looks a little stunned, wide-eyed and red-cheeked. The mustache makes him look a little dumb, and Sebastian really does kind of love it.

He lifts a finger, gently stroking it over the bristly hairs.

“Thanks for making me feel better about this thing,” Chris says, his eyes back to being soft and loving now.

Sebastian shakes his head. “My pleasure, believe me. I mean, I’m a little concerned about myself, but I’m glad it stopped you worrying.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“’Course not,” Sebastian replies, patting Chris’s chest.

They sit there for a moment, catching their breath and allowing their minds to unmuddle themselves.

Suddenly, Sebastian jolts upright. “Oh, shit.”

Chris is on instant alert, gaze sharpening as he takes Sebastian in from head to toe. “What is it?” he asks, obviously assuming Sebastian has suddenly discovered that Chris did hurt him after all. “What’s wrong?”

“Your beer.”

Chris blinks at him. “My beer?”

“It’s still in the freezer. It’s only supposed to be in there for like, fifteen minutes tops.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “Fuck the beer,” he says, pulling Sebastian back into his chest.

“But what if it explodes and ruins my freezer?”

“I’ll buy you a new freezer, jeez. Dork.”

“Hey,” Sebastian scolds mildly. “Don’t forget I’m the dork who just made you come your brains out.”

“Trust me,” Chris says, leaning in to kiss him again. “I’m not forgetting that any time soon.”

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lost-inthedream · 9 months

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Wow from A to Z

That nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Kim Sehyoon x female reader

smut content under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is a gentleman after sex. The type of guy to look at you with the sweetest eyes and ask what you need. He truly can do ANYTHING for you. But I feel like you would implore him to simply stay there with his full attention on you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everyone knows it's his thighs, right? next. I'm kidding, I'll elaborate on it. Sehyoon loves it when you casually sit on one of his thighs when he is absent-minded, just there manspreading on the couch.

On you, it's your waist. You don't have to be perfectly slim. To be honest, I feel like he prefers his girls to be thicker, but this is another convo. Your waist is the best placement for his hand, he rests it there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is pretty clean so he usually comes inside you, wrapped in a condom.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a thing with wet dreams. Holy moly, they are so frequent. This fact definitely amazes you because he is able to talk dirty in his sleep. We can say that's a superpower. He will say the crudest profanities into your ear when he is asleep!!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sehyoon has enough experience to know where to touch you in order to have you scream. He is a smart partner!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He enjoys it so damn much when you are on top thanks to the view but you can't stop him from thrusting up whenever he feels like it. Those hips move too rhythmically to stay still for long.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be either carefree and humorous or serious depending on the occasion. If you all had to stay apart for too long and he is very needy when you get together he will go serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed but not bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Same as the letter G heheh. He follows your mood to be more specifical. When he is supposed to be romantic you will be pampered as hell, no need to wait until the aftercare. Otherwise he acts very focused on making you all come. Hard ;)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't do it often, has an enviable self-control.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top 3:

Thigh riding

Making out (I know it doesn't sound like a kink but he really has fun touching you through your clothes and being touched. it makes him feel like a teenager all over again.

Mirror sex (when he is wilding)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It's the couch! The informality of it always gets him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your clothes: deep cleavage on your back, mini skirts, summer dresses. You can tell him you aren't wearing panties too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Boy is too shy for any public teasing. Just don't make him blush.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sehyoon gives oral much more than he receives, that's a fact. The thing is he likes to see you orgasming from his tongue and he sometimes goes too hard so you end up too worn out to gift him back.

When he gets his dick sucked, his mind turns off completely. I swear he becomes just a trash bag having spasms on the mattress. Not the best at receiving oral while standing, obviously.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is a sweet boy but he naturally moves fast. Might slow down if you get too whiny but then you pant even more and it's confusing lol

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, but he is crazy about quickies! He is the best guy for those times when you need a fast orgasm.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You just need to explain what you wanna try and he will do his best.

He won't take the risk of being caught in the act though, never.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Our main dancer can go for 3 rounds without problems but he appreciates breaks so he can regroup his thoughts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you have your toys he doesn't have to purchase any, right? He is not the biggest fan of vibrators on his cock but he likes to see you using them on yourself. Ropes are definitely his favorite item, he might make some research to tie you properly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes intense orgasms so he teases hard. His goal is very fair, okay?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A discreet moaner, unfortunately. It's a pity because his moans are dulcet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I said he is neat on the letter C, right? Well, he appreciates it when you swallow his cum instead of making a mess when you give him head. My face is getting hot, sorry

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh well, we have consistent proof that he is packing. I'm gonna say he is slightly over the average in terms of length and pretty thick. It's a smooth dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

average. 3 times a week is enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He holds you and falls asleep very fast. Sex with his girl gets him so relaxed and calm.

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Check the tag smut alphabet for more alphabets like this.

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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Well, I can understand how's that Jigokuraku anime-only watchers jump into the assumption that Gabimaru and Sagiri would end up together. I mean, their dynamics are strongly exposed episodes to episodes. In the current episode, they seems already understanding each other. Meanwhile Yui only appears in Gabi's memory. Although Gabimaru still mentioning his wife like always, it gave the "okay, something isn't right with our MC that he's overly obsessed to his wife, there must be something fishy about his wife" vibes. Moreover, in the opening theme we saw a scene where Yui is bowing and multiple doors slam right before her. Also that scene where Yui and Gabimaru are standing face to face, then suddenly Yui is replaced with Sagiri. That's dragging people to conclusion "so the wife is going to disappear?" "Ohhh sure they will get seperated". It must be spend years to get all the episodes animated. I hope people would take their time to read the manga since it worth reading (and remove their bad thought about Yui's existence).

(tbh I agree with you on the last part since I would love if people would just read the manga but alas some of them have no patience)

in my honest opinion, I like both ships (gabiyui and gabisagi). it's just that I don't ship sagiri and gabimaru romantically and I know well they won't develop any romantic feelings for one another (I have canon evidence for this). and even if I didn't read the manga, I would be aware that gabimaru is fixated on being with yui as soon as possible and this is evidenced by episode 1 up until episode 6 (I am writing this in a time where episode 6 is the latest ep)

episode 1 already hinted abt yui being closed off from the public after gabimaru was arrested. she doesn't talk to anyone. she doesn't eat the meals prepared for her. she is basically locked up in the house she shared with gabimaru in iwagakure, waiting for his return bcos she knows he will return to her. remember, they already had this one convo that if ever he wanted to leave the village and stop killing, she will stay and follow him.

and gabimaru, realizing that she was still out there waiting for him (as per sagiri in episode 1), decided to embark on this whole shinsenkyo journey. hence why this toasted marshmallow of a guy (huhu I am sorry) is like "let's go find the elixir" "I can't waste more time" "I need to return to my wife" to the point of almost killing sagiri bcos he has to get the elixir before the other iwagakure ninjas make landfall. in short, as much as possible, gabimaru wanted this shinsenkyo trip to end quickly (as evidenced in episode 6). the only time he made a stop on rushing their journey is when sagiri fainted due to her injuries and inhaling poison (w/c was gabimaru's fault so yeah nothing romantic there)

and I don't think there's anything suspicious abt gabimaru thinking or mentioning his wife or something. dude has nothing after all other than yui. remember, the only good thing in iwagakure that gabimaru has is his wife and with her, he learned a lot of things (like saying thanks, praying to gods, cooking like a normal couple, emotions called love and hatred and weakness).

as for sagiri, well she has a lot on her plate given how men always look down on her being a samurai and that she should just be a woman and go home and bear children from the next yamada head. hence why she was always in a constant "I am a samurai and I will not back down just bcos you see me as a woman" thing. but hey episode 6 has highlighted her in a new light so yeah I am glad people are now changing their opinions abt sagiri bcos she ain't weak as what they deemed her to be. plus given how she's has not been sent off to the battlefield before shinsenkyo, it makes sense why some people look down on her.

I know there's a lot of emotional development and learnings gabimaru and sagiri have with each other throughout the series, but I don't think it's something that will turn romantic (even Mappa emphasized in the ending song abt sagiri's wish for gabimaru and yui to be reunited and this also speaks abt the song). one thing abt Hell's Paradise that I like is that they make all romantic ships SO OBVIOUS AND STRAIGHTFORWARD. like viewers won't have to think "I think this person will fall for this person" or "there's sexual tension" bcos the show will let you know if there is romance blooming.

besides, just bcos two people develop emotionally together, doesn't mean there has to be something romantic between them. you can grow emotionally through a reliable mentor, a close friend, a stranger, a scene from a movie or drama. in short: NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO DO WITH ROMANCE.

plus I take Hell's Paradise as gabimaru's redemption arc but also sagiri's new beginning arc. bcos after this trip, gabimaru will finally have his happy ending while sagiri will embark on her own journey (they just met in the middle to teach each other an important lesson)

and I didn't know people take the opening like that hehe. tbh yui bowing with the doors closing kinda signifies gabi's journey in kotaku tho. like there are 3 sliding doors and kotaku has like 3 areas??? that they all need to bypass before getting the elixir. and getting the elixir means getting the pardon which is equal to being free and being with yui. that also seems to be the case with yui being replaced by sagiri like he has to face this trip first before meeting her. again this is MY TAKE on the opening.

maybe we should just ask Mappa why they animated it that way so we won't have further assumptions.

bottom line: while I do get annoyed at gabisagi shippers who think of the pair romantically, I get uhh 'sadder' than 'annoyed' bcos some of them tend to romanticize stuff just bcos a guy saved a girl or they comforted each other. the thing is, if people always romanticize every interaction between gabimaru and sagiri, then they are missing the whole point of these two characters' self journey.

(but if you still ship gabimaru and sagiri romantically without accepting canon evidence and basing everything on all your delusional beliefs, then uhh idk bout that)

#jigokuraku #hell's paradise #gabimaru #gabimaru the hollow #yui jigokuraku #yui hell's paradise #yamada asaemon sagiri #sagiri #gabiyui #admin summer #gabimaru x yui #gabimaru and yui

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sovonight · 10 months

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sketched in pen for the first time in who-knows-how-long & drafted a few visuals for dialogue that's been in my notes for a while :)

(Radri, holding an amulet of protection)

Radri: I'm sorry, my friend. I must sell you off.

Radri: You'll go on to protect so many. Merchants, thieves, heroes of any alignment…

Radri: But you won't care about a single one of them, not really. You protect them only out of the sense of duty in your heart, performing your assigned task without caring whether your bearer lives or dies.

Radri: Then one day that will change. One fateful day, you'll—

(Radri freezes, realizing that Xan is looking over her shoulder)

Xan, amused: Go on.

Radri: Ah—I—I'm just sorting out what to sell! Ha ha.

(She hides the amulet behind her back and gives an embarrassed grin)

Radri: Did, um, you need something?

Xan, smiling slightly: Not anymore.

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[The lengthy premise to Xan's "it's okay that you're a bhaalspawn" apology from halfway through this]

(You know when you return to Candlekeep there's that old couple there that talks about how charname was as a child. Radri is so polite that she stays for the entire convo, so everyone in the party gets plenty of chances to tease her for her childhood antics, and in the end—)

Radri, having finally had enough: Okay! Well! You all can stay here, but I have to move on. I'll be upstairs.

Couple 1: Oh, dear, don't hide yourself on the upper floors for too long—we won't be able to fetch you for dinner!

Couple 2: It used to be that Gorion was the only one who could find her. Of course, now…

(Radri leaves before she hears any more, her face already red with embarrassment)

—

(Radri finds the letter and reads it there in Gorion's old quarters. She's left numb after the reveal, but Jaheira expresses her support, and Radri starts to think things might not be so bad—until Xan opens his mouth. Radri's too hurt to say anything to his response, only giving him a wide-eyed, wounded look before running out of the room. Immediately regretting his words, Xan tries to follow, but when he passes through the doorway, she's already disappeared from sight… the rest of the party filters out into the hall as well, and Jaheira is notably annoyed.)

Jaheira: Xan! What is wrong with you?! If I weren't certain I'd be tasked with healing you afterwards, I would smack you upside the head. Perhaps it would return the senses you have clearly lost.

Imoen: Eep. Guys…

(Watchers storm up the stairs)

Watcher: You! You're all under arrest for the murder of the Iron Throne!

Watcher: Wait—where is Gorion's ward?!

—

(Radri sits at the top floor of Candlekeep, looking out the window)

Tutor: Child, have you visited your foster father's quarters yet? I understand that he left something for you. You should see it before you go.

Radri, with a tired, forced smile: I… I know. I will, in a moment.

Tutor: Oh, child… It seems that you already have.

Radri, dead inside: So I am the last to know.

Tutor: Not the last. But indeed, many of us knew. Radri… those of us who have watched over you know there is no evil in your heart. Your destiny is a terrible one, but remember that it comes at no fault of your own.

Radri: …Doesn't it?

Radri: If I had not hidden that night….

Watcher, storming in: Radri, child of Candlekeep! You are under arrest!

—

(Later in the jail cell, Jaheira handles the talking as Radri sits silently in the corner, staring listlessly at the wall as Imoen hugs her arm, trying to provide some comfort. Xan, relegated to the opposite side of the cell from Radri, can't take his gaze off her, clearly wanting to comfort her and make up for earlier. Khalid is seated beside him.)

Khalid: N-not yet, Xan.

Xan, not even sparing him a glance: I do not recall speaking to you.

Khalid: You w-want to comfort her, but I would g-give her space.

Xan: What would you know? She and I are bonded—

Khalid: And yet we have all seen th-that that doesn't soften the b-blow of your words. I would think on your next move c-c-carefully… for her sake.

Xan: …

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(They're fighting their way out of Candlekeep via the catacombs. Another skeleton falls before Radri's blade, but she looks deader inside than the undead, going through the motions rather than exercising any conscious thought. Jaheira calls for a halt.)

Jaheira: Hold! We will rest for a moment before we go any further. Half of you look like you're on your last legs.

Viconia: Ugh, at last. Better here than in the accursed sunlight outside.

(Though the majority of the party prepares to rest, Radri goes silently off into the shadows. Xan follows, having been held back from speaking to her long enough; the rest of the party watches him leave.)

Jaheira: If he comes back without her, I really will whack him on the head.

Viconia: I hope she kills him. It would spare us all the whining.

#sovo art #xan x radri #sovo note

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tarotmundomonde · 5 months

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Name : Simran

Sun sign : Taurus ♉

Moon sign : Leo ♌

Venus sign : Gemini ♊

I choose : 3- Them about you.

Context about this person:

His initials : E C

Sun sign : Aquarius ♒

I'm 19 (f) and he's 22 (m). We met on an app (not a dating app) and initially our convo was just casual but later it escalated and we started sexting. This was my first time being on any such app/sexting. I've shared some pics (not exactly nudes) with him but nothing beyond that. He got cheated on in a relationship by someone he thought was the one for him, and I've seen how his views about relationships have somewhere been affected even if subtly. He's single but sexts other girls too He's shared few things with me, where he works, his fam but nothing deep which is understandable. I've known him for 7 ish months now and it was fine earlier but from the last 3 or so months I've realised how much I like him (I don't wanna say love but I won't deny there's an urge to say that.) We've not had any 'serious' convo but I've expressed my liking towards him and that I have a crush on him. He lives in a different country and I don't even know if we'll ever meet? But we're both adults and it's not impossible either. I've asked him if he would date me to which he says yes but I think that's not cus he likes me but as a 'why not I'm attracted to you so I can give it a shot' kinda. I recently started talking to another guy (same country but different places, we plan on meeting if things work out. The guy likes me but I've told him how I'm not ready for anything yet although I won't deny I do have a crush on him.) and told EC about him, to which he said "congratulations" and I could see him being distant with me but I couldn't handle it. There's some jealousy but idk if it's coming from a place cus he likes me or cus ofc we're sexting partners and friends so..? I wonder what's on his mind.

I'd say I like him and if there's a possibility for us, I'll wait even though I realise it's stupid cus it's all online and I understand the problems with it but some guidance would help me get over this situation.

Tbf the only reason why I want this reading is because it will help me bring some conclusion to the situation that I constantly think about. I understand that tarot reading is not the ultimatum but I'd still be grateful for the guidance. I'd like to know where this situation might lead me in the future because this is the second time I've felt so much for a person and I really wonder if it's worth putting that much energy into it? Last time I did it, I lost hopes for love to a certain extent.

Gif for us :

I can imagine us being like this. Me sharing about my life with him and him comforting me cus I'm his friend and he cares for me. He'd be so close to me but not close enough.

Gif for you :

Although I'm new here, I get the vibe of you being mature, kind but straightforward. The blog itself is very chill and I like it. Someone I'd definitely listen to and ask for advices from. Wouldn't let them be dependent on you but still guide them.

Hello Simran, let's dive into your reading, shall we?

First of all, what comes to his feelings for you, he isn't trying to push you away. He feels like letting you have your way. In general his heart space isn't much open, but with you he has lowered his defences. However, he is not fighting for this connection. He feels like things are changing and he doesn't know what you two will become.

He sees you as an opportunity. He does find you to have some good qualities in you. He knows you are offering him a door to open. But the connection in itself doesn't seem to mean much to him. He only sees it as two people having a small talk. Just chatting. And he doesn't intend to do anything. He just will be who he is and just be there and people know, where to find him, if they are interested. But he does want to be wanted! He just doesn't feel like giving anything nor wants to make changes. On top of that, he wants to keep you a secret! He wants you two to be an online thing. If you have someone else, he doesn't want them to know about him. Also, the cards are saying he likes to "watch", as in he likes his eyes to be entertained 👀🫠

Action-wise, it seems he is connecting with multiple people. He wants people to compete over him, to fight for him and for his attention. The strongest shall be the winner. There is a sense of free will, like he is saying it's your choice, if you choose him, if you want him, if you get involved. He is saying he is not responsible for anything. Also, he really takes pleasure in everyone trying so hard to have him. It makes him feel ever so powerful. He likes it, how everyone catches feelings for him, how everyone wants to have a new beginning in love with him. He loves to see, what each of the females can come up with it: tactics, communication, etc. He enjoys the competition, how everyone is trying so hard to be chosen by him and how everyone wants to get through to him. And in his eyes, you are one of the females, one of the participants in this love competition.

ps. feedback is always appreciated.

#tarot #tarot reading #daily tarot #divination

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mlobsters · 2 months

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supernatural s14e17 game night (w. meredith glynn)

can't complain about donatello being back, i always liked him. but not if they're just gonna kill him off quickly, as they are wont to do in these last couple seasons

MARY Um, it will-- I hope. I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change. You know, this was his favorite game when he was little. How about you? Feeling better?

ah yes because not just a childhood favorite game, but a 4 year old's favorite game :p

reminding us jack is acting soulless in the lying liar way

ANAEL The Winchesters-- they don't know you're here, do they? CASTIEL Why do you say that? ANAEL Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

good one

SAM I should be there with you. DEAN It's fine. SAM No, it's not.

hear, hear sammy

DEAN Ancient Hebrew. What the hell? Sammy sounds stressed. MARY It's not just Sam. It's Jack… it's you. I just wish there was something that I c-- DEAN Hey. You're here, okay? You're here. MARY But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off… and hard. DEAN Yeah, well, that's where I get it from. MARY Listen. I just need you to know… I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

mushy music swells. *squints* that's... foreboding

it's really some kind of gift how jay gruska's music can make me roll my eyes. what is it! the little action music as mary and dean approach donnie's house, ugh.

no matter how much i like his actor i am exhausted with the machinations to keep him around

DEAN Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay? Not yet.

i like it. let the angry sam out of the bag. i'd seen gifs of this and thought it was lucifer, so that finally answers that question. wonder if yet will ever come to pass. way this show goes, guessing not

the way dean stiff armed sam and he bounced back tickled me. and bringing out some of the feral sam. he's like i AM going to take out some of my guilt and feelings on the murdering murderer i feel responsible for releasing!

SAM Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who… What was I thinking? MARY You thought he deserved a chance. SAM Yeah, well, he didn't. MARY Sam, look at me. Nick's choices are his. Just his. You didn't know th-- SAM That's not an excuse. MARY No one's making excuses, but-- You gave him a chance because you felt for him… because you're a good man. You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

got a little much there at the end but yes PLEASE we don't need to pile on the guilt over this. and man, padalecki has been hitting it out of the park when it comes to these one-on-one's with the parents. he brings such a different dynamic

NICK Everybody's a monster. Even your three dads-- how many innocent people you think they've killed?

literally never getting over that they're regularly all referenced as his dads.

ANAEL No, you're not. You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth. CASTIEL The truth? ANAEL Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it. Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so…what do you say we call it a night?

reminds me a bit of the type of dialogue written for midge on the marvelous mrs maisel. and what a burn

LOL what! another samulet

DEAN Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me-- NICK Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me. SAM Yeah, to start.

definitely do not want to be in sam's line of fire if something happens to dean

SAM No. No. Lucifer's dead. He's in the Empty. NICK Yeah, and he's awake… and with the help of your little prophet friend, I was able to have a convo with him, and he told me how to bring him back. DONATELLO!LUCIFER It won't be easy. You'll have to prove yourself. The Winchesters will be a problem. But you can use that, twist it… find a way to get to my son. His blood. You need his blood. NICK Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore. You know that. All you need is a little elbow grease, some new friends. Where you think I got that angel grace? Who do you think hid me after I carved up that cop? Demons. Yeah. They want Lucifer back almost as much as me. So, thanks.

okaaayyyy. could this be any more convoluted?

sammy. jack's got wings and knows how to heal people, couldn't he just pop over?

empty!terminator's got blobby wings now

SAM You-- You always put-- You always put me first. DEAN No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man. SAM Your whole life…

i am not crying over this!

dean's reaction to sam being basically brought back from the brink of death yet again... oof.

so beautiful. guessing she's not long for this earth

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x17 #mygifs #spngifs #meredith glynn #spn mushy music #jay gruska #spn musical score

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effervescentdragon · 1 year

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Akira. Beloved.

You have made me deranged enough to write not 1 but 2 essays in your askbox in the span of 3 days.

Here we go.

First, let's talk about Lando because. Of course.

I am so sorry to all the Lando stans ( i like the man too ok) but he is just such an easy punching bag. He's a pretty immature lil rich boy and he's hella cringe. None of these are what he get's punching baggified for though. He's also so so so open with his affection. He is gone for Carlos ( and now Daniel. yes. he is.) and he's so open with it. He's shouting it from the rooftops, always talking about Carlos and the good old days and how they're still close and making inside jokes. And well. You see him and Lando yes, and then you see Carlos and Charles. And well. the fic writes itself. you wrote it.

But lets come back to Lando. because to me, he is still stuck in 2020, and Carlos and He are CarlosandLando (one of my absolute favourite writing devices i think i use it far too much but just. great use of it) and they always will be, nothing will change. He is still so young and immature, still certain that his future is set and decided. poor baby. And I do think there is some element of the unreliable narrator playing into this. Lando is so convinced, or trying so hard to convince himself, that maybe we're seeing Carlos as better than he is and Charles as worse than and Charlos as more than.

Ok Carlos. Since you're being mean, I shall be mean too. I think Carlos knows exactly what he's doing with Lando. I think he's less sure of Charles, but that just excites him more. If he can win Charles and keep him, he will. But if he doesn't, he wants to have a backup plan. Someone who loves him unconditionally, wholly and trusts him deeply . So Lando. And so he keeps him close, but not too close. He can't risk him fucking it up with Charles either. And he prefers Charles more nowadays. But Carlos always has a plan, is always prepared, so he doesn't let Lando loose completely. Still keeps him hanging on to hope. This Carlos is selfish in the worst way and i adore him.

Charles. Oh charles. I feel like i don't have much more to add than this - I love hissing spitting preening self-satisfied cat Charles. He has picked Carlos and he will have him. And he wants Lando to know that he beat him. Charles has to win at everything.

Also just to address the whole "Carlos wouldn't lie to him" aspect. Carlos has this whole personality of being silly funny goofy. The down to earth straightforward honest dude. But he's the child of a celebrity. He was born around PR he's been doing it his whole life. And he's a cunt. He absolutely could and would lie if it benefited him. Except he will never lie outright. Just say the right things and hide the rest. I love cuntos cuntz with my whole heart. He's a massive dick.

Also I love the small touches of realism. They're racers first and foremost, Carlos 100% would break up with someone if he felt they were distracting him.

Ok this essay was far more incoherent than the previous one, I apologise. But I said what needed to be said! (And I'd like to save some writing juice for the fic i should be doing right now help).

As always, love you, love your writing. You have a gift.

Hugs, kisses, Kudos

-C

Im browsing through my inbox as i wait for food since im finally unbanned and i just stumbled upon this and its about this thing that i wrote where i was being meeeeean and in light of our last convo i just wanna send you all the love and all the kisses and hugs bcs this made me giggle like an idiot. Thank you for all your essays they make me super happy, knowing someone enjoyed sth i wrote so much theyd sit down and write me this much of a wonderful feedback 🙈😊❤️❤️ love you C!!

#akira answers asks #lovely moots 💕#c tag

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hi bby. i had to tell someone this bc everyone else is like “cool” about what i’m about to say but i’m like mind blown.

so back in dec 22’ when i was working at a western store, this super cute guy came in with his friend. his friend was buying jeans and boots. well making a christmas list. anywho, he had super dry humor almost to the point where you might think he’s an asshole but he was funny about it. and i’m almost certain he just has super super dry humor bc he was the same way with his buddy. anywho found out then he was at the firefighter academy. he left that day and i never got his number. i never thought i’d see him again. (i found his insta but that’s besides the point). i was too scared to ask him for his number, especially while on the clock. like i said i never thought i’d see him again.

fast forward a few months (february 23’) i put my 2 weeks in at the western store and went back to work at my old job (health foods store. kinda like whole foods. essentially a grocery store but lots of healthy stuff) town over from the western one and i’ve been back since.

fast forward AGAIN to september 22, 2023, aka yesterday where i am cashiering at the register near the left entrance and i hear the doors open so i automatically look by instinct. and i see a guy and his friend. the guy looked so so familiar. and so did his tattoos. they almost resembled tribal ones? idk. and then it clicked in my head that the guy was the SAME one i helped back at the western store almost 10 MONTHS before. i keep hawk eyeing him down the whole time. waiting for him to get to the front. i knew he’d go to self checkout bc who doesn’t at that age (20s).

i finally get off my register and make my way over just before he leaves and asked him if he was a firefighter at the city he’d told me he was going to back last december. he simply replied, “i am a firefighter but not for (blank). i’m one for (current town we’re in atm).” and before i can even ask him if he shopped at the western store he goes “hey, didn’t you work at (old job)?” and i was taken ABACK!

i ask him if his name starts with a ‘c’ and he says “no, it’s an ‘a’” and then i told him nvm i have nothing. and he goes again, “i’m just messing with you it’s c****” i’m laughing and say “i was gonna say that” and he goes on to say “you just said you didn’t know. you have to be more confident” all with a smile.

i didn’t think he’d remember me bc tbh 1. i’m not the best looking in my eyes. and 2. i feel like ppl want to forget me bc i’m so weird. so i respond with something along the lines of “oh my god you beat me to the question. wow you remember me? i’m flattered” and he asked about my job and why i left the old one. i asked him about his job. and he flat out goes “i was thinking if the firefighter gig doesn’t work out i could work here with you” as a joke bc he’s sarcastic.

we say a few more things and then he leaves and says something like “i’ll see ya. have a good day”

and now i’m having so many regrets ALL OVER AGAIN! for not asking for his number. i had the perfect way to say/ask for it. i only came up with it AFTER he fucking left.

“i’ll be sure to call you next time i’m in distress” and knowing how sarcastic he is he’d probs say something like “you don’t even have my number” and i’d just say “shit you’re right. what is it?” UGHHHHHH IM SO MAD AT MYSELF RN. also ps he even remembered our convo from december. what does that even mean when a guy remembers you and a convo you two had after only meeting once for 2 hours 10 months before??

-much love bby 🦈<- idk i’m making this my signature i’m sorry. hahahah

OKAY FIRST a) sorry i forgot to reply; and b) the universe loves you bringing him back into your life; AND C) HE REMEMBERED YOU!! GET IT BABYYY. okay but now i will reply at length.

there are so many incidents in which i regret not taking the leap of faith. honestly more than once i've considered making up business cards to slip to people with my name, number, link to my nudes, because for some reason giving out a number seems so gauche these days. and i hate it! when i get home, i really am going to order some. modern dating is ridiculous and i'm bringing some of the fun back.

BUT THE UNIVERSE HAS GIFTED YOU! HE HAS COME BACK! HE HAS FOUND YOU AT YOUR NEW PLACE OF WORK!! AND HE HAS REMEMBERED YOU AND FLIRTED WITH YOU!! your friends are playing this was too cool i'm obsessed with this story.

okay that is a good line but do not blame yourself for not thinking of it in the moment. it is literally impossible to be smooth and suave while you're all flustered over a cute guy remembering you. i had a crush on a customer and i would hide every time he came in because i would turn into such a hot mess when he was around.

now, the question is, how crazy was you finding him on IG? like i fully understand and i back the FBI nature to seek out crushes i do it to every single man i've ever fancied, but is actually following him a major red flag. aka when he asks how you find him is it more than a two step process haha. because if it's not more than a two-step (he gave you his full name, or he's featured on the local firefighter IG) you can totally follow him. if it required a little more stealth than it's probably not a good move.

also, he knows where you work now. so be on the lookout for him. if he comes back in, take your chance. and ask him out for coffee. be nonchalant about it. like you ask out men all time and if he says he can't it won't make you cry in the bathroom (if he does say no it's totally fine to cry in the bathroom i've done it before). i asked my ex boyfriend out, and that's how we started dating.

honestly babe, these kind of meet cutes and little crushes get rarer and rarer as we get older (which no one warned me about and i am incredibly disappointed in adulthood). so revel in it! get excited. enjoy the butterflies. i hope you see him again! i am so invested in this. and thanks for telling me, i am beyond honoured.

and the 🦈 is yours. PLEASE KEEP ME UPDATED I WILL THINK ABOUT THIS CONSTANTLY.

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hiramaris · 2 years

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Dusk til Dawn

Part 5

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10.

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer: I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

Gif by larsaddiewdwgirl

A/N: Okay, I'm getting really tired typing out the convos so I'll keep the fake messages here. And yeah, I'm starting to revise the remaining chapters before continuing the story. Sorry for the long wait! (7th Aug 2023)

You're not sure how many minutes had gone by as you kept pacing back and forth around the room and yet you still got nothing. For the first time since all this crap started, you got nothing!

Fuck!

Your phone notified you of a chat from Jake. You sighed, hoping he's got one with him.

You find yourself massaging your forehead once again, a gesture that has become all too familiar ever since the whole case started.

You were afraid he would say this.

Now both of you are lost. Got nothing but the ace you won't tell each other but are unable to use it, for now, fearing you'll be needing it for much later. Yet, you cannot afford the others to just hand over themselves like a silver platter.

That's the farthest thing you have in mind. You had enough of sending them to dangerous places one after another.

This guy, really. He's really stubborn.

But you don't exactly have many options here. You have one other option, and you knew he won't like this. But if he doesn't want you to go, then you could think of someone perfect for the job.

As expected, Jake was quick to shut down your idea.

You already know his answer long enough before you told him this that's why you had your reasons ready for him.

You explained that your options were limited, leaving you with few choices. With no other alternatives, the others are going to go, and you don't want that to happen. Alan has been very interested in you just recently and you can use that to your advantage.

Without waiting for a reply, you swiftly exited the room and descended the stairs. From there you can hear all of them arguing in the living room. At the very least, they were able to stall time for you and prevent Thomas from leaving immediately.

"That plan is stupid and you know it!"

"I swear to God, Dan you—"

"No one is leaving the cabin." Wanting to prevent things from escalating, you made your presence known."I have a much better plan."

Five heads turned towards you as they heard your voice.

"I'm going to talk to Alan."

Thomas is a bit startled at your presence as he didn't really meet you earlier when you arrive before. "How is Alan supposed to help us?"

"He can definitely do more than you." There's still venom in your voice. He seemed offended by that.

"Alan?" Jessy questioned. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Y/n. He's after you, remember?"

"The police should have already arrested Michael," he attempted to reason. "Lilly called them after we went to Michael's house. Have you forgotten that?"

You already know he's going to say this, and all possible arguments they have, you got counter on them. You've thought about this multiple times. This is not plain impulsiveness, unlike his plan.

"Because Michael fled the scene after you left. Taking everything, every piece of evidence with him." You sighed before speaking as calmly as you could muster. Talking with him in his language won't do anything. "Thomas, you are not up to this task, or any of you. Alan can save Hannah."

"Hold up, Y/n," Dan interjected. "Doesn't this Bloomguy have you down as suspect?"

"Yes, and while I talk to him, I'll disperse him that notion, too."

"Yo, either that or you're about to give him more reasons to suspect you."

"I don't think it's a good idea." Lilly objected. "Thomas is right. Alan should have already helped us."

"Was it hackerboy's idea to let you loose on Alan? Press enter if he's had a taser or something behind your ass."

"No, he was actually against it." You told him. "He's on the government's wanted list. Why would he want anything from the police?"

"I am the last person who wants Y/n to talk to Alan. But I must respect Y/n's decision." Jake interjected through the speaker of your phone. You weren't on an active call with him, but you're not surprised he has access to your phone's audio. "However, should this conversation get out of your hand, I will make Alan an offer."

"What do you mean?" Your brows furrowed. You couldn't believe he was suggesting what you thought he was suggesting. "You're saying it will be you for me? Am I understanding it right, Jake?"

"Alan is very interested in gathering information about me. Even though he might not be aware of that yet."

"Okay, fine." Dan immediately agrees, and you shot him a disapproving look. "What? I can live with that."

"You are not offering him anything, Jake." You said with finality. "I will talk to him, if he doesn't bite, I'm going to give him something else to chew on."

"Y/n... have you really thought this through?" Jessy shook her head at you. "It's just too dangerous."

"So is Thomas going there, and Jake handing himself over. What harm could he do to me?"

"For instance, you will join Phil in his cell."

"Dan!" Jessy scolded him. "It's not funny."

"He can try," you scoffed. "If you guys don't like it. We have other alternatives."

"Like what?" Lilly raised her eyebrows, urging you to go on.

"I'm going to Grimrock." You answered. "Alone."

"No, absolutely not!" Jessy immediately shot down the idea.

"Y/n we had already conversed about this."

"How is that any different with me going there?" Thomas argued, his frustration evident as he clenched his fists. "Let me go with you."

"At this rate, Hanson will probably kill you first, Tommy," Dan grumbled, leaning back in his wheelchair with a scowl."I could just give Y/n the gun and let them shoot that son of a bitch."

"Dan, enough." Cleo intervened. "You're not helping."

"What? I'm just saying. Geez."

"At this point everything is dangerous, we're just going to have to pick the lesser one. We both know that path is me talking to Alan." Amidst the tension, you stood your ground, your voice calm but determined. "Just trust me. Give me a couple of minutes with him."

"If he doesn't believe you?"

"Then you and I will go check the Grimrock, Thomas. Sounds fair?"

"Fine," Thomas sighed in resignation, his shoulders slumping as he realized the logic in your words. "But you have to promise me that Alan is going to go to the Grimrock right away. And that you're gonna tell me immediately if you can't convince him to go."

"As long as you promise me not to get there yourself in the meantime." You held out a hand for him to shake, and he did, finalizing the deal.

"I promise, Y/n."

"Then, you have my word, Thomas." You said, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat. "I'll go talk to him now." You turned to your side, seeing Jessy frowning at you. Great displeasure was drawn over her features. You couldn't blame her; this was a risky move. You approached her, offering a gentle smile. "Hey, now. Don't give me that look, Jess."

"You're one stubborn idiot, do you know that?" She huffed, and you only chuckled, knowing she can't stay mad for so long.

You gently held her cheeks, your tone playful. "But I'm your idiot, right?"

Dan coughed, "mozzarella cheese."

"Hmph," she tried to maintain her stern expression, but you could see her fighting a smile. She managed to suppress a laugh and responded, "You are."

"What? Cheesy?"

"My idiot," she corrected, making you break into a wide smile. Her gaze lingered on your face. As if she were engraving every contour to memory. "And you got to promise me not to put yourself in danger. You got to get back to me whole. No scratches, no wounds, nothing! You hear me? I don't want you to experience what happened to Phil."

"I solemnly swear, m'lady." You crossed your heart with one of her hands, letting it rest at just the top of your heart.

"That's all I need to hear," she sighed, her expression softening before pulling you against her in a soft embrace. "Go on, now. I don't want to keep you. I'll be back to my post."

You turned to the group, realizing you had an audience. Lilly sported a cheeky smile, others were neutral while Dan looks like he drank vinegar. Nevertheless, you acted like you see nothing. "I'll let you know if I have news. If you don't mind, I'll use that room," you jabbed at the room where Hannah's phone was charged by the hallway.

"Good luck, Y/n," Lilly murmured with a soft tap on your shoulder.

Before you left you heard Dan say, "Y/n's her type, isn't she?" Cleo's response followed shortly.

"Yep."

You don't know exactly how to respond and think about that. It's blatantly obvious Dan has a thing for Jessy, but you never know if she feels the same way. Though you're not sure what you two shared, one thing you are certain about is it's beyond platonic. Sometimes, you still feel like you took Jessy under his nose.

But enough about that, you can think about all that once you find Hannah and Richy.

Pushing aside those thoughts, you entered the room where Hannah's phone was charging. You picked up the device. It was time to make that call to Alan, hoping that you could convince him to help you, even if it meant revealing more about yourself than you were comfortable with. With a deep breath, you dialed the number and held the phone to your ear, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead.

But to your disappointment, three consecutive calls were sent to voicemail. You expected him to answer as he's pretty much waiting for your chat the previous days that had passed.

As the minutes ticked by, your impatience grew, and you couldn't help but tap your fingers nervously on the screen. You stared at the clock, silently counting down the seconds, giving Alan a last chance to respond.

Just as you were about to type another message, Jake's message notification appeared on the screen.

You paused for a bit, remembering what he said a while back. You decided to confront him about it.

It's been a solid 3 minutes of great silence after your conversation with Jake when your phone suddenly rang. A badge of Duskwood police flashed on the phone, indicating the one and only, Alan Bloomgate.

With no more hesitations, you answered the call.

"I must say, I was not expecting you to contact me voluntarily." That's what he greeted you with, and you expected him to be at least mannered. Police are just disappointing sometimes.

You decided to approach this in Y/n 'the sarcastic scumbag' L/n way.

"Better late than never, eh? Is that coffee still up to date?"

The pause that followed seemed to indicate surprise on his end. Probably because he didn't expect such an attitude from you.

"I have tried contacting you multiple times and on different channels," he seemed serious now, ignoring your antics. He must be pretty pissed when Jake keeps intercepting his calls. "What are you hoping to achieve with your behavior?"

"Nothing." Your nonchalant response did little to ease the tension. "Listen, we don't have much time. I need to tell you something important."

"I'm listening."

"I'm quite certain you've already assumed that I wish to discuss about Hannah." You prompted. "I think I know where she is. You have to listen to me very carefully. You have to make your way to the waterfall north of Duskwood immediately. Hannah is held close by."

The gravity of your words seemed to hang in the air for a moment. Alan's silence on the other end indicated his contemplation of the information you had just provided.

"How about a proposal?" your eyebrows twitched involuntarily at his indifference. "You come to my precinct and tell me all this in person."

"Haven't you heard me?" You replied incredulously. "WE don't have time! Look, here's the deal, I'll come by as soon as I can, and we can have this conversation in your precinct."

A heavy sigh came from Alan's end. "How am I supposed to be sure that this isn't some kind of sick joke?"

"Believe me, in your line of job, gambling and taking risks isn't all that rare. Not when lives are at stake," you said with unwavering confidence. "Do you really want to risk Hannah's life?"

"And where did you receive this information?"

"From the kidnapper himself," you replied, your patience wearing thin.

"I see." He's not believing every word you said.

Looks like you have to do this the old fashion way. You were not called Dolos for nothing.

"I can't believe you became chief police with that attitude." You scoffed. One thing you found out about Alan? He hates it when people mock his job, and you want to use that knowledge right now. "You have taken an oath to protect and save lives but where are you now? I'm giving you the info yet there you are, seemingly having a feast with your doughnuts. Do you want to be responsible for Hannah Donfort's death?"

"Watch your mouth, Y/n. I am still an officer." He warns you. Looks like he's taking the bait.

"Then start acting like one," you retorted, infusing mock anger into your voice.

"All my men are busy because of the pine glade," he replied after a moment of silence.

"Then go there yourself," you said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Or you wanted a group of friends to handle this investigation that you should be doing in the first place?"

"Fine," Got you! Finally. "I will go to the Grimrock. But I'm warning you!" He emphasized. "If I go there and find nothing—"

"Oh, you will find something, I'm sure."

"You better be sure."

"There's something else I have to tell you." You sighed. This is the last phase of your manipulation. "I'm sorry."

"What?" he sounded confused.

"I'm sorry I evaded you for so long. Police and I never get to see eye to eye for personal reasons."

"I hope that crime is not the reason."

"Nope. You'll eventually know why."

"I see," he paused. "Thank you. That's very decent of you, and I appreciate that you're trying to explain your motives to me. I will get back to you once I arrived at the Grimrock. So, please keep yourself available."

You ended the call and went straight to the group chat. A triumphant smirk danced across your lips.

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Note: Damn, I didn't notice I misspelled Alan's name and I'm too lazy now to edit it so please just bear with it.

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✨Third one✨ (part 1)

ASJJFYJKHFTUJHG. As soon as I saw the header with Oliver I know it was finally time. LET THE FLIRTY-PLAYBOY-BABYGIRL SERIES BEGIN!!!!

I wanted to take my time diving into this fic and really digest and understand it as much as I can on my first read because I know it’ll be amazing so I saved it for last.

Love the setting up. The description is fantastic. Ohhhh there’s an older sister huh? I wonder if that relationship will come into play later 👀👀. PSHHHHHHHH THEIR FIRST INTERACTION IS LITERALLY COMPARABLE TO TWO JUDGY BRATS PLS ADJMHGGJNNH. This is amazing I already love where this is going Belle. Oh and they tolerate each other now? Hmmmm very much the potential for ignored feelings. “You can pay me back when you become a football star” oh ho ho making promises for the future already are we now? Loving how y/n is a tsundere but still shows that she cares. It’s really cute and adorable. ASHKKGFKKJHGGGG WHY IS IT ALWAYS 16 💀💀??? When I was 16 I was busy trying to survive high school, pass my classes, and watching anime. And here we have realizations of love already what?? Not a problem at all tho I love how quick this is moving along. Getting to the meat of it soon I hope. GASPS YOU DID NOT!!!! AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES ASDJKGGHJHHHG YESSSSSS. NAHHHHH STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU HE REALLY PULLED THE GAY ROOMMATE CARD OLIVER ISTG IF YOU DONT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR- ahem anyways tough luck y/n stay strong girl 😭😤. Not you already being his wife what is this married-with-benefits 💀💀. Oliver wake up and kiss her already idc if it’s only chapter one 🙄😤🤚🏼. Oh thank God the sisterhood is safe *sighs in relief* as much as I love the drama that would’ve occurred if it had gone “that” route there seriously needs to be more loving sister relationships in writing, blood related or not. We Stan a supportive older sister 😤😤 (that digs up our buried love feelings for us even though we buried then for a reason 💀💀). LOVING THE ADVICE YES PUT YOURSELF FIRST YOU CANT WAIT FOR SOMEONE FOREVER BECAUSE OF THE POTENTIAL YOU SEE IN THEM AND STUNG YOUR OWN GROWTH IF THE TIME IS RIGHT ITLL HAPPEN. This is making me cry what the heck. I really needed to hear a variation of this at many points in life. I swear to God if Oliver starts coming around right after we start moving on I’m gonna riot. On the other hand love how y/n is starting to be real with herself like yes sweetheart you deserve better (and you’ll get that in him after you both grow separately ofc). OH ITS GONNA BE DUAL POV????? HECK YEAH GIMME THE TINY DETAILS FROM THE OTHER PERSON!!!! Oof not the wedding invite scenario pls this reality setting in part is hurting me so much legit tearing up rn gimme a minute Belle 😭😭. *sniffles* but the GROWTH it’s the first step y/n I know it’s hard but you gotta separate honey 😭😤. NO PLS GOD NO HOW DARE HE COME BACK AS IM SOBBING WHAT THE HECK OLIVER PRIVACY MAN. Not him giving you physical affection right when you’re most vulnerable and coming to terms with getting over him and looking all worried LIKE NO STOP THIS IS NOT HELPING OLI. Oh no not the alcohol 💀💀. This is gonna go great just fantastic isn’t it? *inhales deeply* Belle I’m not joking when I say that I was screaming internally the entire sex scene LIKE WHAT. Kicking my feet blushing and everything. It really felt so real. And the dialogue??? Magnificent!!! Tbh it was my favorite part. In my head I was like “NOOOOOOOO” when you kissed him but at the same time “…yes” when it started getting steamy and the teasing plus the praise??? Kill me now why don’t you. NOOOOO NOT THE AWKWARD MORNING *sobs* I mean I was expecting it but like. Serious. Emotional. Damage. 😭😭😭. Oh no. No you can’t be serious. Tearing up again hold on. The eavesdropping on the phone convo broke my heart seriously ouch. Not the way I gasped when he just walked passed the suitcases. Ahh yes. The m word huh? Excuse we while I go sob again. Almost nothing hurts worse than being called a mistake. Either from yourself or others it’s never fun. Speaking from experience. I knew the emotional outburst confession was coming. I knew. But still. Damn. If only everything could be fixed by telling your feeling out. Love her for that. Finally coming clean with everything. Also Oliver’s being such a jerk and an asshole rn but I know the later redemption is gonna be worth it. Still pissed at him rn tho.

- ✨ anon

✨Third one✨ (part 2) It really made me make a part two because the word count was too high the heck.Still pissed at him rn tho. Anyways moving on. I freaking adore how she also wrote her current feelings down as a part of the first letter. And how she just. Didn’t hesitate. And moved on. We’ve got a flight to catch. Oh my God that fic was amazing. Seriously. You outdid yourself. The pacing was fast enough that it didn’t feel dragged out. The characterization was absolutely on point. The oc characters had their own personalities no matter how few lines they had. The dialogue was emotional and to the point. And it was just overall really realistic in the sense of being human, loving, hurting, and moving on. It made me cry so many times. I had to take so many breaks Belle. It was seriously amazing and I loved it so much. I cant wait for the second chapter whenever it comes out!!! - ✨ anon

I read this ask over 20 times (or maybe more already) cause i love it when people go over the details of my writing and you got all of them! (⋟﹏⋞) Thinking if i should make a note of recommended songs before the chapter so that it make it a more immersive experience? The original setup was supposed to be different back in August, but then I came up with this in September. Mei was a part of the story, but the age gap was a really big one - and i had to make a change midway, so mei is 3 years older than (y/n)... I wanted to keep the pacing of the story to a medium because sometimes the details and the amount of drama that happens is such a drag that I wanted to move past that and onto the real stuff; not to mention that if i did drag it out, it would be more than 5 chapters. Mei and (y/n)'s relationship is gonna have more emphasis as the story progresses (cause honestly this is a simple plot but a very complicated one to explain and I don't wanna give away spoilers cause I wanna just see the reaction you guys are gonna give me) and most of the lines that i used in the first part are the ones that are going to be covered in the latter part of the series. it is going to be a dual pov (spoilers for part 2; the story is gonna be from Oliver's pov.) oh god- and this was the first part💀. you might need the whole box of tissues honestly for the onslaught that's gonna come. (i did cry btw. I ate the jar of nutella in such short time for a reason) The sex was such a drag to write honestly 💀 cause i was just not feeling it. Like really not feeling it; and i wanted to get to the conclusion and the angst (cause the potential for dialogue and feelings is high in those areas) but in the end, it ended up being satisfactory when i read it. Leaving the alcohol part out, everyone's first time should be a fun one and my attempt at keeping your standards and expectations high . (you saying that it felt real made my day, cause often times when i read smut, i really can't relate to it cause it straight up sounds like porn sometimes and porn is very unrealistic.) As for the concluding part of it, i had a bit of a struggle cause (y/n) needed a reason to back away from Oliver and the eavesdropping on the other side of the door was the last straw. And then... I just let my fingers do the magic, just typing everything out.

The amount of times I cried cause of the songs I used to write all of this, and the fact that it hits close to home. The second part is going to go on the ao3 account... still deciding the username i want so that i can upload my works there

But thank you for liking and reading it - cause i really enjoyed writing this one. i've already decided the songs i want to put for the next chapter

#belle.☏#.moot🍦: ✨ anon

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