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writerpeach · 1 year

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Morning Mating

IVE Yujin x m!reader

⚠ tags: smut, breeding, squirting, reverse daddy kink

7100 words

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The sun would not be the first to rise today.

Even the thinnest bed sheet felt heavy wrapped around your sore muscles. You checked the damage, the usual—dark lipstick prints on your chest, bruises on your neck, and rope marks on your wrists. Rolling onto your back, you let out a deep sigh and stared up at the ceiling, getting lost in a sea of stars that didn’t exist.

Your first mistake was taking a glance to your right. Crumpled black silk sheets barely covered up the woman underneath as she sat up in bed with long, enticing legs poking through the other side.

Yujin—both the name you screamed and the woman you slept with last night. Also, the woman you slept with the night before. The night before that, too. Actually, she hadn’t spent a night without occupying the opposite side of your bed for the entire week. Another peek to your right—maybe her naked body being hidden this early in the morning was a blessing in disguise. Morning wood was already difficult enough to deal with as is.

When Yujin awoke, her pretty lips parted into a smile, waking you up better than the strongest cup of coffee ever could. Every time you woke up with her in your bed, you couldn't believe such an ethereal goddess existed. Her eyes looked up—those dazzling chestnut eyes that sparkled with a gaze so intense you drowned in them, before she offered the softest lips that kissed you and made the perfect start to the day. Yujin tasted the best before the sun came up.

“Good morning to you too,” she whispered, giggling gently when you kissed the crook of her neck beneath silken hair that flowed like a waterfall, hints of coconut wafting through the air. She let out tiny gasps as you trailed kisses along her collarbone before your path ended at her exposed shoulder. You stopped yourself before getting too carried away.

Yujin, on the other hand—always had other plans, tossing the sheets off her flawless body like the reveal of a brand new car, but with something far more valuable underneath. Your second mistake was not looking away as she flaunted her deadly, naked curves with unparalleled beauty that would give a supermodel self-doubt.

Looking up at the time was your third mistake—you sighed heavily. “I have to head to the office this morning.”

It was the most regrettable sentence you had ever spoken. You shouldn’t have said anything and should have just taken the day off. It wasn’t like work wouldn’t function without you. Yujin frowned faintly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The first traces of morning began to shine through the curtains, illuminating her pale skin.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head while she laid on her side, fingers enticingly dancing over your bare skin.

“Someone has to pay for this luxury apartment you spend most of your time in. These bills aren’t going to pay themselves.”

Her brow furrowed, as though she was dissatisfied with your response. “No, no. That’s not going to happen. Daddy isn’t going to leave this bed until you fill my womb again. You only came inside me twice last night, and that isn’t good enough. But it sounds like daddy would rather work than breed me again…”

“That’s not it,” you said, another heavy sigh leaving your chest, but you didn’t have time to explain yourself.

“No, go ahead. Daddy can waste all day at work, but there won’t be anyone left in this warm bed when you come home.”

“Yujin—”

“Well? Shouldn’t you get going? Or have you come to your senses and you’d rather have my legs wrapped around you while you unload inside me again?”

It was impossible to say no to such a beautiful face, so Yujin took your silence as an answer and grabbed your bicep, pulling you closer and closer until you were curled up on top of her.

“Daddy won’t go anywhere, right? Just stay here. Stay here forever, daddy,” she said as her slender arms wrapped around your neck, her words more of a demand than a plea. There was no reason to argue after the warm embrace she offered, while her alluring eyes lulled you into a trance.

Yujin’s naked body had always given her an unfair advantage. Your eyes were drawn to every inch of milky skin, but stopped at her glistening shaved mound, and those thick, maddeningly beautiful thighs, which seemed to spread open at just the right moment.

“You’re still here. But my pussy is still empty. Don’t you see the problem, daddy?”

Before you could even come up with a useful response, Yujin cupped your face, drawing your attention away from her twice-fucked cunt and back to her intimidating gaze while she bit down on your lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Her taste lingered, and her kisses were barely kisses at this point, just an excuse to trap you between her lips, while ruffling her fingers through your hair.

"Warm me up when you fuck me this time, daddy. Don't just shove it in me. I’m not even that wet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Bullshit. You’re always wet around me.”

That smarmy, confident smirk on her features meant you both knew she’d been caught in a lie, and you didn’t even need to look between her legs to call it out. Tangled fingers in your hair pushed you down to your destination, but you took a little detour to kiss every inch of Yujin’s firm, toned midriff, leaving hot breath on her hot body.

Her legs spread further, and your mouth watered at the magnificent view of her enticing cunt, pink flesh damp with arousal that would soon be yours to feast on.

“Make me feel good, daddy,” she ordered, as if you wouldn't seize any opportunity to do so. If Yujin wanted to be warmed up, then you’d make her extra warmed up. Starting with her thighs, those creamy, absolutely divine thighs, you put on a show of appreciating them, peppering them with kisses—first the left, then the right, before returning to where you began, repeating this until every inch became touched by your lips. It was a blessing Yujin had so much thigh to worship.

“Daddy loves my thighs, don’t you? You like it when I squeeze your head with them and suffocate you?"

“Yes, fuck yes, more than anything. I love your thighs mwah, so fucking much,“ you said, but it didn't matter how desperate you sounded as you licked every exposed inch of flesh you could find, you just needed more of Yujin. When you started making your way down towards her center, you felt those eyes watching your every move, urging you to not waste time.

"Then eat me out, and I'll squeeze your head as much as you want, daddy." With no time to spare, you placed a kiss on her lower lips, then licked up that beautiful pink slit, parting her wet, velvety walls with your tongue, abundant wetness finding your lips as you took a taste. Yujin squirmed impatiently while you took the time to explore her beautiful pussy, savoring her delicious sweet nectar—that unforgettable taste that you drank up, desperate for more, and made certain not to miss a delectable drop.

“Daddy, oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned, tossing her head back with a heavy gasp. Yujin tasted nothing short of heaven, a continuous flow of sweet and tangy juices that spilled onto your tongue like a broken faucet, each drop so addicting you couldn’t get enough. You craved Yujin more than oxygen, which was fitting, given that you would rather her luscious thighs smother you.

You carried on eating Yujin’s pussy as if your life depended on it and took fervent licks through her slippery folds until you reached her clit. She groaned, as your lips sealed shut around the sensitive nub, greedily sucking, and maintained eye contact, coercing more slick, messy juices from her sopping cunt. Yujin squealed in response, bucking her hips into your face and gave you what you earned until her thighs turned into earmuffs, providing the right warmth as each one wrapped around either side of your head.

At this rate, your mouth would never leave her cunt. You’d be content to go down on her for hours, even after your lips and tongue became numb and unusable. Now that breathing became secondary, you needed to devour Yujin’s pussy, desperate to taste as much of her as possible and inhale her appetizing aroma.

“Oh fuck, daddy! Nobody eats my pussy like you do. Nobody can make me feel this good. Don't stop, don’t fucking stop."

Her words of encouragement kept your tongue buried inside her warm hole while you licked every spot you could hit, setting every nerve on fire as you held steady pressure on her clit while she writhed underneath you. As you drank from the fountain of Yujin, she grabbed your head and pressed you deeper into her cunt, slender fingers tangled in strands of your hair that she violently tugged on, taking more and more pleasure from you.

“Daddy better make me cum. Make me cum with how good that fucking tongue feels, oh my god—”

Breathing wasn’t an option at this point. Neither were words, both a distant relic. Her eyes stayed locked to yours, full of pure lust, devoid of any innocence. You continued to drown in her juices as she tugged on your hair harder, threatening to rip strands out while her pretty mouth became a conduit for moans and obscenities.

Yujin crept closer to climax with every flick of your tongue, the steady squeeze of her delicious thighs wrapped around your head, encouraging your relentless oral assault. Her nails began to sharply dig into your skull, but you paid no attention to the pain, and only focused on pleasing Yujin. Every breath drawn grew heavier and heavier, a telltale sign of imminent release.

“Daddy, daddy, oh fuck, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!” Even if the whimpering moans and whines were absent, you could tell how close she was by how frantically she chased your tongue, riding your face until her entire body shook, crumbling and falling apart at the seams.

Yujin was so desperately close—those incredible thighs held you captive while her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut when she let out a guttural cry and hit her peak. Her orgasms were seldom quiet affairs, and this was no exception, as the loud screams and violent twitches her body provided never yielded while she turned your mouth into a waterfall of ambrosia.

Your tongue and lips on her core never let up until Yujin came down from her high, and she quivered at your touch, cheeks flushed and panted heavily. For the first time in several moments, you could take a breath, not that you would prefer that to the divine taste that filled your lips as her last wave of euphoria passed. Only then did the grip loosen around your head, a regrettable loss when you began cleaning up Yujin’s messy, honey-covered thighs.

“Daddy, you’re not done. I need more. You’ll give me more, won’t you? You always do.”

Yujin was right—she knew your major weakness was how damn whipped you were for her. One look into her glassy eyes and you couldn’t refuse anything she asked.

“Yes, Yujin. Of course I’ll make you cum again. I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,” you said, caressing her thighs and dipped back down to taste her pussy once more.

But before you could dive back in, Yujin pushed you away from the heat between her legs, leaving you with a cold emptiness. “No, don’t use your mouth. Make me cum on your fingers, daddy.”

Disappointing words, given that you were eager to consume more of Yujin's delicious cum, but you’d take any chance you could get to pleasure her in any way possible. She held her gaze, with eyes so round and sparkling that told you not to dawdle, so you didn't, and slipped a single finger inside her tight pussy that clenched, drawing you down into the hilt.

“More. More, daddy, make me cum again.” When Yujin gave an order, you never disobeyed. Your second finger joined in, both pumping in time with her rapid breaths. Her walls became so slick and slippery wet that every thrust swallowed up your fingers and only allowed withdrawal after they had been drenched with copious amounts of arousal.

“Oh god, daddy, that feels so good—faster, daddy, faster!” She didn’t even pretend to keep her eyes open while your fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. There was no point in holding back now, so your fingers drilled into her and filled the space within her, moving frantically as you could.

The more you pumped into that hot, wet abyss, the deeper her cries grew, and it became easier to bury two fingers inside her until you managed a third, making the wet squelch of her cunt more prominent. The rhythm stayed harsh, and your fingers remained drenched, but it would be all for nothing if you couldn’t make Yujin cum one more time, which wouldn’t be possible unless you had a sudden hand cramp.

Yujin had long outgrown groans, devolving into ear-piercing screams of ecstasy while her core ached for release, grabbing your wrist while she felt that pressure boiling in her center. The inescapable tension coiled with only one way to uncap it, and she was well on her way to doing so. Her thighs quivered, toes curled and dug into the sheets she couldn’t stop writhing on, until—

“Daddy!” she cried out, legs trembling out of control while her second orgasm forced your fingers out of her cunt with the strength of a broken fire hydrant, clear liquid violently gushing out and baptizing your upper torso. The sheets no longer became a place of rest, but a tarp for Yujin’s explosive climax that was sure to soak through your mattress.

Her legs refused to stop shaking, but the firm grip on your wrist meant you couldn’t stop either, not even while Yujin could hardly control any aspects of her body. You rubbed her clit in rapid-fire circles, determined to earn every last drop of pleasure that caused Yujin to continuously spray like a fire-hose, turning your mattress into a flash flood.

Yujin squirted all over you so many times that you lost count, but you savored being showered in her abundant cum as you furiously rubbed at her center until she tapped out. "No more, daddy. No more, please—"

Just a few more circles on her clit, until her orgasms became a kinked hose, turning into nothing more than dribble. You couldn't keep a grin off your face when you withdrew your hand from between her drenched legs, even if you needed a towel desperately after being caught in the downpour of Yujin’s sweet rain.

Regardless of the state the sheets were in, Yujin wasn’t bothered by the juices that had stained them, and remained as insatiable as ever, although she was on the verge of collapsing. Her eyes expressed it all—intense satisfaction, blissful exhaustion and gratitude while the deep red flush of her cheeks contrasted against milky white skin.

“Daddy, I’m warmed up. Fuck me.” she urged, breathless. “I need you inside of me.”

Yujin didn't even give you a chance to take another breath before pulling you back on top of her, stroking your ignored cock to full mast. “I need this inside me right now. You won’t keep me waiting will you, daddy?”

Shivers ran up your spine every time Yujin spoke that magical, double syllable word, her lustful voice dripping with seduction, making you eager to do whatever she wanted. She didn’t wait for an answer, and guided your cock against her enticing wet opening with a grip so harsh it became borderline painful—not that you would complain.

"Daddy's going to stuff this massive fucking cock into my tiny little pussy. Then you’re going to breed me—again, and again, and again."

With each word out of Yujin’s mouth, her tone became more laced with venom. You found it difficult not to comply—but you'd eagerly open your mouth for her to spit her poison down your throat. As always, she managed to pull you into her web, her deep desires becoming your own.

Yujin skipped the pleasantries—the teasing, the anticipation, the gradual penetration into her body that let you take in every morsel of her wet, inviting pussy. It was unfair, to be honest. Yet any complaints vanished in a flash when Yujin grabbed your hips and pulled you inside her. One stroke was all it took before you buried your shaft inside her overwhelmingly tight walls, making you gasp when you felt her hot silky flesh wrapping around your throbbing length that her juices soaked.

Under Yujin’s command, your hips moved as she directed your thrusts into her divine heat, but felt so wet that you might have slipped out without the clenching walls that wouldn’t let you escape.

“Balls deep, daddy,” Yujin demanded, and grabbed your ass to pull you in deeper. Her eyes were more hungry than usual, and nothing less would satisfy her. So you took no hesitation when you bottomed her out, with swift and fierce thrusts, while you held her slim waist and filled the space between her legs.

The ultimate challenge came after your first plunge into Yujin, when every throbbing inch disappeared into that wet, clamping heat that threw your senses off balance. After all, you made her cunt like this, so utterly drenched from the cyclone of pleasure unleashed on your mattress that fucking her like this, at the frantic rate she wanted was effortless.

“Daddy better fuck me harder. You’re not tired already, are you?”

“N-no, of course not. Just getting started,” you said, as you pumped into her slick hole at a much faster rate, pushing the tempo until it became dangerously close to unsustainable.

“Much better, daddy. You're going to blow your load inside me, but not right now. Not until I enjoy being fucked like a whore.” Despite your already exhausting pace, her commanding words added more fuel to your thrusts, and even though you wanted to preserve every ounce of stamina, you couldn't help but pound away into her as if your hips had lost control.

As she dictated your thrusts, you found it impossible not to get lost in her sultry gaze, or the moans and cries of pleasure that escaped her throat. The look on her face demanded your rapid pace never faltered, as did the two assisting hands that kept squeezing your ass, pulling you deeper and deeper into her body.

“Daddy better blast that load inside my tight pussy and pump all that hot cum into my womb. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel daddy’s cum dripping out of me again.”

The level of lewdness her words held nearly caused you to erupt right then and there. Almost. As much as you would have enjoyed such an abrupt early conclusion, you knew the next round would be a test of your resolve.

So you savored what you could while Yujin’s fingers gripped your ass tighter and caused dizzying spikes of pleasure that made your head spin while you took in heavy breaths, sweat accumulating on your naked bodies the harder your muscles worked.

“That’s it, daddy, fuck me hard just like that. God, you’re stretching me so well, you know that? Just keep fucking me like that until you cum, don’t even think about anything else. My pussy is going to drain everything out of daddy’s balls.”

After one last squeeze, Yujin’s soft hands left your ass, and to further emphasize her point—those perfect, long, luscious legs wrapped around your waist, forcing you deeper inside her slick core while her hands clamped onto the back of your neck, tugging you down toward her sweaty torso.

“Now daddy can’t cum anywhere but inside me.”

Not that you'd do anything else—but now all you had control over was the rhythmic motion of your hips, as Yujin’s legs and arms coiled around you tight, like a snake trapping its prey. When you buried your face into the crook of her neck, continuing your relentless plunges into that orgasmic wet warmth, Yujin clawed at your back, digging her nails into your flesh deep enough to leave rough marks.

"Oh my god, Yujin. Your tight little cunt makes my dick feel so good,“ you moaned, with unabated pumps that pushed you closer to the edge, the muscles in your thighs set ablaze while you chased release with more urgency than you ever had before.

“Don’t you dare hold it in. Hurry up and breed me, daddy. Fill me like you promised.”

One last push—her legs squeezed tighter while the dripping walls of her cunt swallowed you into the warm depths that refused to let go no matter what. The scratches etched into your back from her nails digging in deeper would take days to fade, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

“You’re gonna make me cum, Yujin. God, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.” Past the point of no return, you let out the first in a series of deep guttural grunts when you buried your shaft into Yujin’s wet heat, frantically throbbing, and unloaded everything stored up in your balls.

Your desperate cries of pleasure weren’t solo while you emptied into Yujin’s impatient cunt—she joined you in vocalizing her own pretty moans when your hot seed filled her to the brim, and the way she clung on to you helped further extend your climax, ensuring your balls were more than emptied.

At the mercy of Yujin’s whims, all you could do in that moment was pump more cum into her, aided by the slick gripping walls of her cunt that welcomed every hot thick spurt filling her insides with copious creamy semen. The harsh twitches and throbs didn’t cease while her pussy desperately milked your cock dry, not letting a single drop escape, and even after that, you couldn't stop thrusting into her cunt, pushing your messy hot load further and further.

“Just like that, daddy. Fill my womb with that huge load, fill me up deep. Mmm, it feels so thick and warm inside my pussy.”

Yujin might be the only woman who could almost make you cum again just by words. But little by little, your hips slowed down until the rhythm was barely noticeable, and eased out of her cunt inch by inch, escaping her creamy folds.

Right when you left her sticky warmth, Yujin released the forceful grip her limbs held around your body, and sat up on the mattress at a perfect angle with thighs wide open. With her freshly fucked pussy lips spread wide open, you both watched your cum flow out of her—a slow-moving white waterfall flow that stained her thighs.

“Look how much you came inside me. Do you like watching your cum drip out of me, daddy?” she asked with panting breaths, dipping one finger into her cream-filled cunt and lewdly licking it clean.

Out of breath, you couldn’t collect enough syllables to respond, so a simple nod would have to suffice as you pulled away from her voluptuous body. When you laid down for a momentary rest, it was just that—momentary.

Yujin didn't leave your lap empty for long, straddling you right away and toying with your chest, fingers teasing your nipples. Your labored breaths took their sweet time to settle, but Yujin ruined your respite when she used her warm tongue to take a long drag against the side of your face, and nibbled on your earlobe.

Hot breath filled your ear, and soon after, so did her soft whispers.”You’re not done breeding me, daddy. I’m going to ride your dick until those balls ache, you better give me all the cum you have left.”

Once again, Yujin’s angelic voice left you in a questionable state of arousal as your eyes roamed her glistening, sweaty body, still able to see the remnants of your cum dripping from her pussy. Her towering stature made her appear like a true amazon goddess perched on top, but you had little time to soak in the scenery when her slippery lower lips began grinding on your shaft, kissing your cock and awakening your soreness.

“Y-Yujin, please, I’m still—”

“Sensitive?” Yujin asked, finishing your sentence with a bitter smirk between her lips that she put to good use, silencing any further protests when she kissed you—the first gentle kiss of the night.

“It doesn’t matter, daddy. You’ll keep making me cum on that cock, I know you will.”

After taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly to brace yourself for what was to come. Yujin's devious stare wandered, but never left your sight, leaving you on the edge of your seat with anticipation.

You couldn't take your gaze away from her eyes the entire time she stroked your cock, every pump a jumble of pain and pleasure while she lined herself up and found the correct angle to lower her creampied pussy onto you. You both gasped and groaned, but it was impossible to tell who was the loudest.

“Oh my god, daddy—”

Those impossibly slick lips were difficult to deal with on a regular day, but in a post-orgasm haze, even the smallest movement delivered torturous pleasure and smeared the collective cocktail of arousal all over your sensitive shaft.

Quicker than your next heartbeat, Yujin sank down to the hilt without warning, letting her wet heat engulf your throbbing length. Her expression told it all—even with eyes tightly closed, you could see the obvious signs of how much she enjoyed the sensation of being filled.

“Daddy, you’re so big. I don’t know how I can fit all of you inside my little pussy,” she said, eyes widening whenever she hit the base of your cock. Maybe it was the fact that she was so goddamn wet, or how many times you filled her on a daily basis that you could have lived inside her tight warmth.

It started like it always did—quiet. Yujin kept those soft, frigid, perfectly manicured hands stationed on your chest, but they were never idle, even after impaling herself balls deep. They always held a purpose, either playing with your nipples, caressing your biceps, or tracing her name into your abdomen.

You knew the instant Yujin lifted her hips you’d be thrown into the deep end, and right on schedule, she did just that. But she stalled—like time froze, allowing you to see the sticky juices on your shaft when only the tip remained. That emptiness was short-lived as she slammed her plump ass on your crotch, using those impeccably toned legs to bounce on your dick, and gyrated her hips whenever she bottomed out.

“Daddy’s cock feels so good. I might ride you all night, your cock just feels too damn good to not be inside my pussy.” And the scary thing was you knew Yujin was serious, that she’d make you go the entire night without a break if she wanted to.

She took the most direct route, with forceful slams down on your cock that were anything but gentle. Already, you were feeling overwhelmed, as the tremendous sensitivity in your loins revealed itself at the worst possible time. But Yujin didn’t care—this was what she loved, what she thrived on, what she got off on. It put the proudest smile on her face to have you underneath her while she set the pace, even more so when she pinned your hands behind your head, giving that extra control that allowed her to do anything she wanted to you.

It was difficult to decide whether you liked such a relentless pace, but you had little say in it when the harsh bounces on your cock were harder to handle than usual. But it still felt good—it always felt good, even after pushing through the agony. Yujin used those wide heavenly hips like she needed to prove her dominance, as if you wouldn’t fold like a deck of cards at the simplest command.

“Please, Yujin, p-please, slow down,” you pleaded, knowing your efforts would be in vain, knowing she would get off on your desperation.

"My pussy too tight, daddy?" she mocked, tilting her head, with no intention of slowing down her brutal pace. Her innocuous question needed no response, but you were too much of a coward to give one, anyway. So she took your entire length with ease, too preoccupied with fucking herself on your glistening length to worry about anything else as every inch slid in and out of her hot, slick center.

Thankfully, the ache in your balls began to fade as Yujin rode your cock, and your state of ecstasy reverted to nothing but waves of pleasure for you to bathe in. “Oh god, Yujin. This feels so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good. You’re so fucking wet and tight, it’s driving me crazy.”

“I know,” Yujin replied with a smug smile, and you weren’t telling her anything she didn’t know, but it still caused her to bounce that round, plentiful ass on your cock at a significantly higher rate while her thighs jiggled to the beat of every stroke.

“You like that, daddy? Do you like me riding your dick this hard?” she asked, those ceaseless bounces she made encouraging your thighs to slap against hers, creating a symphony that you could listen to forever.

“I love it, my god, Yujin. I love it when you ride me like this. The way your tight cunt squeezes my cock so much, fuck—” Never before in your life had you been so content to be this helpless. It was the little things that added up and made you breathless—how Yujin changed the angle she rode you from squatting over your dick to leaning back enough so you could watch your cock disappear while she held your thighs to help fuck herself.

Then there was your favorite variant—the way she rode your cock with reckless abandon while dominating your lips, wrapping those long fingers around your throat and squeezing hard enough to leave you actually breathless.

“Don’t worry, daddy, I know what makes you feel good. I’ll ride your big cock until your balls empty inside me again. And maybe I won’t stop after that. I’ll keep going. I’ll keep riding you until there’s not a single drop left to drain.” There was almost a cackle in her voice. It was arousing, if not a little fear-inducing, knowing she could go on indefinitely, draining you even after the sun came up, using you as an outlet for her indomitable libido. But you wouldn’t fight it—you’d let her use you as long as you had a purpose, even if that purpose was just a hard cock for her to cum on.

“Yujin…” You were suddenly at a loss for words, reduced to nothing but the most desperate groans, a vessel for pleasure under the spell of a merciless rhythm. It was never easy to keep up with her, to match her vivacious energy and insatiable lust, but somehow you managed—for now. After all, there were no real consequences here. Your balls had already been emptied once, so if you repeated it before Yujin took her own climax, she'd just ride you until you could return the favor.

And at this point, it might have been a photo finish to see who could orgasm first. It wasn’t a competition, but even if it was, you’d be too hypnotized by the way Yujin stared down at you to put out any effort. The grip around your neck became tighter while she observed every reaction you made, tracing droplets of sweat with her thumb, as her hips gained more and more momentum until it became almost unbearable to handle.

“Yujin, god, I’m gonna lose it I swear—” Maybe it was the restricted airflow, the heat in the room, or the clenching walls that hadn’t taken a breather from suffocating your aching shaft for the past several minutes, but you felt light-headed, delirious from bliss, with exhaustion creeping up.

But the delicate hand that wasn’t choking you caressed the side of your cheek, and snapped you out of it, forcing your attention back to reality, to the jarring noises of slapping flesh that filled the room and the painful realization that time was always your worst enemy.

You took it all in—the violent pulsations that her cunt made, and the moans that filled your eardrums as Yujin’s tense body craved release. She could cum on your cock at any moment, not a matter of if, but when.

Yujin kept up the vigorous use of your body, grinding her hips back and forth while she slammed down hard on your cock, chasing the inevitable. “Almost there, daddy, fuck!”

At that moment, you didn't care if Yujin forced you to pass out from a lack of oxygen, as her hand wrapped around your throat tighter than a collar on the last notch. The only regret would be not seeing her gorgeous face when she climaxed. But thankfully, you stayed conscious as her pussy pulsated in waves, the supple cheeks of her tight ass bouncing with such intensity, you almost beat her to the finish line.

Down to the wire, you tried everything you could to stay behind, grasping fists full of sheets, gritting your teeth, but your willpower was shattering like broken glass.

Just hold out. Hold out a little longer.

The chant in your head was easier said than done, especially when the glistening set of pink lips gripped your shaft like they were testing you, daring you to take your climax first.

“Oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum hard on daddy’s cock, fuck!”

You fought longer than you thought possible until Yujin achieved what you both desired. When her eyelids grew heavy, unable to stay open, the grip on your throat tightened, her moans grew into shrieks, and her entire body trembled as the bed frame rocked with her.

It wasn’t quite as powerful as the previous orgasms from before, but you could still feel Yujin’s slick juices spilling everywhere, her warm walls constricting the hardest they had around your cock, rewarding you for your patience.

“Please, daddy. Cum inside me, breed me, please breed me. I need everything in your balls emptied inside my pussy. You’ll do that, won’t you? Daddy deserves to fill me, daddy deserves to breed me.”

Even as Yujin begged and pleaded, everything that left her lips still sounded like demands. Those two words breed me repeated over and over became an incantation, and finally—you reached the breaking point and spilled your seed into her warm cunt.

Yujin’s eyes opened back up and widened, followed by the brightest smile on her face as she took the last few bounces on your dick. Her fluttering walls milked you once more, as the rhythmic throbs your shaft made delivered a second serving of semen, flowing into her pussy like it was meant to be there. It was the biggest sense of relief; the tension floating away, becoming a loose balloon lost in the wind, and you swore you never came this much in all your life. Yujin’s lustful eyes watched in astonishment every second that she drained you.

But she kept going—riding your cock at the same careless pace, selfishly fucking herself into another shuddering, thigh-quivering orgasm. That devious smirk showed itself again while you squirmed helplessly underneath her as the post-orgasm torture set in all at once.

“Yujin, p-please! No more, I can’t—”

Saying nothing, Yujin made continuous slams that impaled herself to the hilt each time with unknown intentions as you endured every moment of painful pleasure, the twitches and throbs of your cock screaming in protest. Her hips rolled in full circles at the end of one stroke, then gradually lost speed, until she mercifully came to a complete stop.

“Daddy can’t take it anymore?” she asked, her tone settling somewhere between joking and mocking. You shook your head, laying there limp, every muscle in your body groaning in agony.

“Don’t worry, daddy. You filled me plenty.” Yujin gently lifted her body until your cock flopped out of her, and her pussy demonstrated by leaking out the thick dripping creampie that filled her to the brim.

“Fuck, even after I drained you, it’s still so thick. I love the way daddy’s cum feels inside me. So fucking warm—I can’t have any more, right daddy?” she asked, releasing her hand from your throat, then stroking your tired, sore, hypersensitive cock, and gave your balls a squeeze, ensuring she extracted every little last drop from you.

“N-no, please, no. Not right now,” you begged. Two loads taken from you were enough, and if she made you cum again—you'd actually pass out from exhaustion. So for now, Yujin showed satisfaction on her features, as she played with the load inside her cunt, pushing it in deeper, before once again sampling it from her fingers.

“That’s too bad, daddy. I’m so wet just thinking about when I’ll get to milk that cock again.” It was always difficult to comprehend the not-so-innocent words that came out of an innocent creature like Yujin, but then again—she was the furthest thing from innocent. While you waited for your breathing to calm, Yujin grabbed one of your hands, interlocking fingers, as the other ran through your hair and then she kissed the side of your cheek.

“Come on, daddy. Let’s go shower.” So casually she said it, like you could even get up from the cum-stained mattress or still feel the use of your legs. Yet you wondered if you would actually end up clean in there, or if this was a poor excuse to fuck another load into her. As if your balls even had any cum left in them. But the thought of hot water running against your sore muscles did sound appealing, so you mustered what little strength you had left and followed Yujin, watching the hypnotic sway of her hips as your cum still dripped down those perfect thighs.

✦ ✦

“Just relax, daddy.”

It would be difficult not to when hot water flowed down your back, easing the tension out of your muscles. Yujin’s tight frame pressed up against you, helping massage and soap up your body.

“Daddy looks so good naked,” Yujin purred, while she moved over to your back, kissing your shoulder, your neck, then tilted your head to the side, granting access to her sweet lips. You weren’t sure if it was a genuine compliment, or just an attempt to stir up your loins, or both—but you’d take it either way.

“Not as good as you do, Yujin.” You could feel her smile against your lips, as she then grazed her nails over your abdomen, and you half-expected her to grip your cock, but she spun you around to let your eyes take in the wet nakedness of her absolutely divine body. And what a view it was—absolutely breathtaking.

“Daddy, you’re staring,” she teased, while you moved strands of wet hair away from her forehead. It was hard not to. It was hard not to pepper her wet body with kisses, hands around her tiny waist, capturing her those soft lips in a delicate embrace—but kisses were all you had energy left for, using the hot water flowing down as the ideal backdrop. So thankfully, your shower became little more than a means of cleaning up.

You both stepped out squeaky clean, towels hung up, bodies dried off, with fresh linens on the bed, even though the same clothes stayed left sprawled out on the floor. Finally, your first moment of rest came when you laid on your side, nuzzled beside Yujin’s nude body with a hand wrapped around her waist, tucking your head into her shoulder. She insisted on keeping your cock inside her warm cunt, a pleasurable warmth better than the most luxurious blanket, and you insisted on kissing every spot your lips could find.

“Daddy…” she murmured, and you had almost fallen asleep before she interrupted your journey to dreamland. Nestled against her neck, the scent of her freshly shampooed hair smelled lovely, and even though it was your shampoo she used, it smelled much better on her.

It hadn’t been that long since the sun had risen, yet it felt like Yujin had been draining you the entire morning. You made an effort not to make much effort, partly because you didn’t have enough stamina to start another session, and partly because your muscles ached with fatigue. Having Yujin’s pussy warming your cock was far preferable to using any more strength than was necessary.

“Isn’t staying inside me much better than staring at screens or whatever boring things you do all day, daddy?” A simple answer for sure, but it was dangerous how you could dodge responsibilities so easily whenever Yujin wanted. Still, if you wanted to—you couldn’t exactly go in with marks all over your body without some clever explanation, not to mention you felt like you could sleep for several days straight at this point.

“Yujin, I…” You forgot what you were saying—which wasn’t that difficult, especially with your shaft buried in her warmth.

“Yes, daddy? I can feel you twitch. Are you ready to go again?” she asked, and you could hear the teasing laughter in her voice. The temptation was strong, but so was the weakness in your body. You sighed, and the rest of your thoughts vanished. “No, it’s—nothing.”

“Then maybe you should get those balls full again. And maybe I should throw away this stupid birth control. Time to make daddy a real daddy.”

“Yujin.” Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, but no more words came out.

“What, daddy? Don't you wanna knock me up and make my tits nice and swollen? Nobody can fill me up like you can.”

She led your hand down to her belly, rubbing it in circles, as if she could see the future.

“Anything you want, Yujin," you said with zero hesitation.

“Rest up, daddy. The next time you breed me, it'll count. All that seed is going straight to my fertile womb, every last drop."

#ive smut #kpop smut #reader insert #male reader #yujin smut #izone smut #kpop fanfic

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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Hey Кролик!!!! I saw you changed your bio, so I think I can still request? Maybe? Idk, tell me if I can't.

I read and reread the rules, so here is what I thought of: absolutely obliterating 707 with snowballs, the poor unsuspecting fool gets hit with way too many snowballs (that's what he gets for being mean to me >:] ) and falls to the ground getting buried for his sins >:))))

Then, he gets a little kiss as an apology because he's my little pookie bear <3

(Make sure to take your time! And eat and drink! I love you! Muah ❤️)

SUMMARY: you take saeyoung completely off guard with a snowball to the back of the head!

WARNINGS: spoilers for seven's route, contemplation of death. ITS FLUFF I PROMISE.

COMMENTS: ignore the fact that i picked the most summer cg ever for him ok HE LOOKED HAPPY. the seven kissers hiveminded you guys are so weird /aff (also abel!!! i love you too!!!!! RAHHHH)

TAGLIST: @haruhar-u since this was also your request <3

It almost seems like the rolling of the snowball in your hands is an absentminded movement, but it's very much intentional. Your eyes are training on the back of your boyfriend’s head—his bright red hair is a beacon in the bright white world around you. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop (or, alternatively, Saeyoung’s giggles as he sculpts the little snow Elizabeth the Third next to the snow-you and snow-him.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed at how quickly he whipped up snowpeople of everyone. Impressed, but not surprised. You think you even see Vanderwood a little ways back, isolated from everyone else, and you feel a stab of pity for the poor guy.

Working with Saeyoung can’t be easy, but he’s always been nice to you. Even up until the two of you ran away, you know deep down Vanderwood cared for Seven.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting to get too caught up in the nitty-gritty of the situation when Saeyoung had it handled. You trusted him to protect the two of you, You know he can. You’re incredibly lucky for each and every day you get to spend at his side, even though you’re nearly always aware that each day could be your last.

But you chose this life when you chose him, and you would have it no other way.

And so, you show your love by winding up and throwing your perfectly crafted snowball as hard as you can at Saeyoung.

It hits him square in the back of the head, wetting his vibrant hair and sliding down until it hits the inside of his hood.

“Yikes!” he yelps, flailing his arms around his back as he springs away from snow-Elizabeth, “Enemy attack! God Seven is down!”

You laugh, already scooping up more snow and pelting him with your (much more sloppy) snowballs. Saeyoung makes a big show of gasping for air and pleading for mercy, occasionally playing dead and waiting for you to come over and poke him before smacking you with snow as well.

It doesn’t take long till the two of you are out of breath, your fingers ice cold but intertwined through your gloves.

“Want to head inside?” you murmur, kissing his snowflake-sprinkled brow, “We can have some of your very special hot chocolate.”

Saeyoung’s eyes light up and he gives you that big goofy grin you fell in love with.

“One thing first.” he whispers, the quiet of his voice exaggerated and theatrical.

And for a moment, you expect a snowball to the face, but he kisses you instead. It’s soft and sweet and tastes like an unholy combination of energy drink powder (which...now that you think about it, likely explains how quickly he crafted everyone out of snow.)

“Now we can go inside.” he laughs softly against your lips, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you inside, where you can be warm and comfortable with the one person you love most.

#auburn's winter event <3 #auburn's fics <3 #auburn talks mystic messenger <3 #i think this is atcually my first time writing for mysmes!! huh!!#saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung #mystic messenger saeyoung #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #seven x reader #707 x reader #707 #mysme 707 #mysme

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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Check Point (John Price x Reader)

John makes dinner and you discuss decorating for the holiday.

1.1k words

CW: none - this is pure fluff. (Or is it?)

Feedback welcome!

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, the Masterlist is also pinned to my blog.

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John is like the cat that got the cream the entire next day. He’s never out of reach, not exactly hovering, but staying within arms-length. He eventually talks you into watching football with him, which you do, curled around each other for a few hours. He’s only vaguely sorry about the bruises on your thighs, but mindful of them when jostling with you for position on the couch so you can’t get too annoyed with him.

He offers to cook dinner, so you occupy yourself by dragging your box of Christmas decorations out. It’s not big, and half of the box are vintage glass ornaments you are too scared to actually hang on a tree, the glass thin and fragile and the ancient wire hangers rusty. You look up at John after carefully setting the vintage ornaments aside, trying to gauge how receptive he would be to going shopping this close to the holidays. His eyes raise off his task to meet yours, like he can feel the weight of your gaze.

“I don’t have any of the hardware needed to get a tree darling, I think that may have to be a task for next year.”

John speaks before you can say anything. You press your lips together to keep from smiling at his allusion to next year, something warming in your chest at his easy projection into the future.

“That’s alright, I was actually wondering if you would consider coming shopping with me tomorrow? I shouldn’t be spending more money right now but all my decorations are old and you have approximately…?”

You hold up your hand to John, indicating he should fill in the blank you have left at the end of your sentence. He understands without having to be prompted.

“None.”

“Right. Thank you.”

John sighs, going back to his task before replying.

“On a scale of one to ten, how necessary is this shopping? Worth dealing with the crowds?”

You hum, thinking for a moment while you watch him work. You forget, sometimes, that John is a veteran with trauma. He’s so self-assured and confident that things like busy crowds and loud venues half the time don’t occur to you as potential triggers, just a normal course of life. A part of you knows that the landscape is different for John, last night being a prime example.

“No, you know what, don’t worry about it. I can go on my own.”

You cut him some slack, not wanting to put him through unnecessary hardship. That has him looking up at you again though, unexpectedly. He looks like he’s going to say something and then presses his lips together, redirecting himself to rolling a chicken breast around ham and cheese.

You don’t realize he’s still stewing on it until you’re setting up little reindeer figurines made of ceramics along the edge of the island where he’s working.

“Do I get a say in any of this decorating?”

You look up at him, surprised. His face is serious, tracking your placement of the ceramic deer.

“How do the deer offend, my lord?”

You joke, unsure if John’s annoyed with the decorating itself or your choices. He shoots you a look that would probably have anyone else quailing. You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed with his grump and set the deer down in place firmly instead.

“Don’t give me that look, what’s wrong with Vixen and Blitzen?”

“Nothing.” He backpedals, but you aren’t having it.

“You wanted a say, let’s hear it then.”

You gesture with your hand, encouraging him to come out with it. He straightens and looks at you steadily before surprising you again.

“Why did you uninvite me?”

“Uninvite you? From what? Shopping?”

You’re grasping at straws, trying to piece together what’s annoyed him about being let off from that particular task.

“Yeah. You asked if I wanted to go and then told me to forget it immediately. Is this because I don’t condone all that glitter?”

You can’t help the swell of affection that squeezes your heart, looking at him frowning down at you. His hands are held aloft, covered in chicken juices but you step into his side and wrap your arms around his waist tightly anyways. The snowman figurine with generous glitter had been a hard no from the former Captain when you had unpacked it.

“No, it’s because I didn’t think it was fair to ask you to deal with the crowds. Your lack of festive spirit is a separate issue.”

“I can be festive.” He huffs, deflating slightly in your arms.

“Say it louder so my snowman can hear you.”

He shoots you a look and you smile, patting his ribs before letting him loose again.

“You can come if you really need to have a say, John. I just didn’t think it was worth putting you through all the hustle and bustle for just a wreath and some knick-knacks.”

“I know you; you say just a wreath and knick-knacks but you’ll be back here with more bags than you can carry if you’re unsupervised.”

That’s a fair point but you’ll be damned before you let John know that you agree.

“Oh, well if I need saving from myself, I suppose you’re the man for the job.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, casually placing another deer in the line-up. He shakes his head, wisely, focusing back on his work, placing the chicken on a baking tray.

“Trying to save the flat’s limited storage space, love.”

“Hmm…I suppose I can believe that.”

You agree easily, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He smiles to himself, carrying on to wash his hands at the sink. You watch him, the strong lines of his back flexing under his old t-shirt as he moves. You can’t help picturing the way his back would look as he moves inside you and feel your belly swoop and face heat at the image it conjures in your mind. He turns to dry his hands and catches you staring, face flushed. He raises his eyebrows at you and tucks his chin, a look you know well as an unspoken question. The slow smile that curls across your face is anything but innocent.

“How long is the timer set for?”

You can’t help asking, the thrill of teasing John perennial in your life, now with richer rewards for your trouble. He’s able to read your thoughts just as easily as you read him apparently because his answering grin is savage.

“Long enough.”

Your feet are moving before he’s finished speaking.

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lillylvjy · 10 months

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i want to (fall into you)

a/n: hello! This is the hs au fic I wrote last night and totally forgot to post earlier today- sorry!! But it’s here and it’s- decent. The ending is kinda bad but I don’t want to change it so- sorry?! But yeah! Enjoy!

P.s this is kinda based off of a project I did in hs so- FUN!

hs! Wilbur x male!reader (bare with me- it’s my first time)

Warnings// kissing, like a lot. neck kisses, stimming, cuddles, one sexual innuendo (it’s barely anything.), reader overthinking, reader gets flustered sometimes, reader has a sister, reader and wil are both autistic, tooth-rotting fluff, and if I missed anything, please tell me!!!

wc: 2.6k

very much dedicated to my lovely brother @mysticalsoot , go check him out- he’s cool ig /j/aff

“Ok so, what do I have to do?” Wil asked as he sat on your bed.

Early in the day, you asked Wilbur to help you with your film project. He immediately agreed, stating, “what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t help my boyfriend out?”. Which led you here. In your bedroom, placing your bags by your desk and flopping down on your bed next to him.

“Nothing. All you have to do is sit there and be pretty.” You smiled up at the boy as he rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

“Aren’t I always pretty?” He climbed on the bed and leaned over top of you. Smiling up at him, you placed your hands on his jaw and rub his cheeks.

“Always darling. Always.” You smiled up at him as you pulled him down to your lips. Once his soft lips met yours, molding together, Wil placed his hand on your neck, cupping and rubbing your pulse point. Moving in sync, slow and deep, not wanting this moment to end. Wil deepened the kiss as he shifted to be fully on top of you, in between your legs. Placing his hands on your waist and squeezing the soft skin that lie there, always reminding you of how much he loved every part of you, even if you didn’t.

Before anything could advance, you pulled away from his lips, placing your forehead on his. Opening your eyes, you found Wil looking at with a pout on his lips. You smiled up at him as you scoffed, finding it funny how he always had to be kissing you in some way shape or form. Pecking his pout, you pushed him off of you as you got up and walked over to your bag. Pulling out your computer, you hopped back on the bed, infront of where Wilbur was lying.

“Come. I have to show you something.” You said, smiling eagerly at him as your computer started up. Logging in, you felt the bed behind you dip and legs come out to the sides of you. Feeling arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back so your back met his chest. You squeaked as you quickly grabbed your computer and placed it on your lap.

“There. Now I’m ready. Also, did you just invite me over to make out with me and watch movies all night?” Wil whispered into your neck as he hid his face, pecking the skin as he did.

Biting your lip to hide your smile, you turned your head to look at him. “Would that be so bad?” You furrowed your eyes at him as you grinned at him.

“Hmm, no. It actually sounds lovely.” He smiled at you as you smiled back at him, resting your forehead on his for a split second than turning your head back to open up the video you were looking for as Wilbur continued to leave small kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“Ahah! Here we are. Now, there are some rules!” You told your boyfriend sternly as you placed your hands on his thighs as you leaned back. “1.) no whining or complaining at me. 2.)-“ you thought for a second before you nodding and continued. “be respectful of this beautiful art piece I made, ok?! Two simple rules!”

“Yes sir.” Wilbur softly said in your ear, knowing the effect that word had on you.

Blushing, you slapped his hands that’s were rubbing your torso. “Shush. You didn’t have to say that.” You say as your relax back into his arms. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

As you press play, the beginning started. It was a black screen that cut to you fumbling with the camera. Wilbur immediately laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, smiling at his high pitched laugh.

Once you finally got it to stay up, you started the intro.

‘Hi. I’m Y/n, and this is my project. I know you said to create a film with someone you love dearly and have them talk about themselves, but knowing my person, he would just start rambling on and on about complete nonsense and somehow get me roped into it- it would just be, a lot. Yeah. A lot. So, here’s me talking about my someone I love very dearly. My boyfriend, Wilbur.’

As the video cut back to a black screen, you felt Wilbur take a deep breathe in and hold it. You grabbed his hand the was holding your waist, and interlocked them, giving it a squeeze before it continued.

The screen cuts again but this time to a video of Wil playing guitar. It was film on an older camera that you would find in your parents attic when you’re an adult, but it seemed perfect to you. Just like him.

“You took videos of me?!” Wil gasped out as you laughed.

“Maybe, now shhh! It’s about to begin.” You quickly squeeze his hand again as you start talking again.

‘Now that very handsome person right there is my boyfriend Wilbur. You also may know him as the lead trumpet in the marching band, the student body president or maybe the weird theatre kid. Either way, he’s pretty well known. Now what everyone knows about him is that he’s confident, funny, caring, creative and super smart. But I know and see things people don’t. And I want to share some with you.’

The video cuts again to Wilbur dancing around the kitchen with you, his playlist playing over the speaker as you both scream the lyrics and laugh with each other, the video taken by your sister.

‘Wil is a ball of love of energy. He’s the sun and moon if they were a person. He can be everywhere all at once, so full of joy and laughter and happiness, and the next second he can be calm and caring and sweet.’

The scene cuts again to another video of Wil hunched over his guitar, writing and erasing notes and lyrics down as he goes.

‘Wil is creative. Everyone can see that. When he gets an idea, it’s like there’s an invisible lightbulb that flickers on above his head and he’s racing to write it down or say it. And once he finally can say it, he doesn’t stop and he is super determined to make that thing happen to the best of its ability. I’d admire that a lot about him.’

The screen cuts yet again to a video of Wil reading ‘All along the Western Front.’

‘Now. He always says he doesn’t like reading. He hates it. But, once he sees a book with a good amount of history, American history to be exact, he’s all over. Wanting to read it and finish it all in one day. Taking in as much information as his big brain has. Oh! Also, if I ever mention my favorite books to him, he will go out of his way to rent that book and read so we can talk about it together. Whether he likes it or not.’

You smiled at the screen when it showed Wilbur’s nose scrunching up at something that was in the book.

“You look cute.” You whispered to him.

“Oh shut it.” You smile as the screen cuts yet again to a video you completely forgot you added. It was a video of Wilbur playing with your hands and swinging them back and forth while his head was in your lap.

‘Now Wil gets really excited sometimes. And sometimes he stims. A lot. But, I’m happy he feels comfortable to do it around me. Makes me feel at bubbly inside. Makes me stim too.’

Wil chuckles at that as he pulls you closer to him.

‘He also really likes to nuzzle. Anywhere he can find access too. Neck, arm, hair, shoulder, stomach, literally anywhere he desires. And he demands head rubs. It’s a must in his book.’

As the next clip cut to Wilbur pacing around the room, talking with his hands and smiling from ear to ear, you felt him nuzzles into your neck and give your ear a little kiss.

‘Wilbur loves to talk. And I love listening to him. And sometimes he’ll talk about the most random thing! Like the government, or food, or a movie he watched the other day, or how some people in the student body won’t listen to their presidents opinions. Spoiled bastard. But, I love him for it. And sometimes when he needs a break from walking and just needs to stand up for a couple minutes, he will put his leg up and stand like a flamingo. I don’t know how he has that balance but, he looks funny when he does it. Always makes me smile.’

The screen cut to Wil smiling at the camera as he looked at it. He starts to talk, but the audio is muted to what he’s saying.

‘Wil is an extraordinary person, yea. But he’s also human. And he has he ‘flaws’ people might say, but I think it’s what makes him perfect. When he’s sad, he shuts people out and bottles up his feelings. Doesn’t talk. Sticks with simple answers or hums. And it’s good enough in that moment. When he’s alone it all comes flowing out of him like a dam being broken. And it hurts me to know he does that still sometimes, but he’s gotten better about voicing his emotions. At least to me he has.’

The next clip is Wilbur making silly faces to the camera. You giggled at the screen as you held Wil’s hand tightly.

‘When he’s happy and energetic, he’s bouncy and smiley and bubbly. He’s super talkative and he moves around more. Like he’s trying to get the energy out as much as he can. He makes jokes a lot more, laughs a lot more at the simplest things. Does the goofiest shit ever. Pardon my language but it’s true! Just from one of his smiles, you can just tell how happy he is. He’s basically the sun in human form.’

You smile fondly at the screen as it cuts to you and Wil slow dancing in your room. The camera rolling and none of you noticing it. You forgot to turn it off, but you’re secretly glad you didn’t. You felt Wil smile against your neck as the clip started, rubbing your hand as he hummed a random tune to accompany the dancing.

‘Wil is many things. Most important, a human being. He gets mad, sad, happy, hurt, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, etcetera. But, that’s what I love about him. He’s human. He loves life and doesn’t let any of those thing stop him from enjoying anything. He loves like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He cares for the people around him. He has goals and desires in life. He sets boundaries when he need too. And he’s a damn good guitar player.’

The last clip of the video was of Wil and you. Sitting on your bed and smiling deeply at each other. Two fools deeply in love with each other.

‘Wil is an amazing person. And it’s clear as day. At least it is to me and I hope it is to you. And I love him. With all my heart. Always will. Also look at his little smile-‘

Wil let out a laugh as the clip cut and went back to your face cam.

‘So that has been my presentation! Sorry if it was everywhere but, so is Wil. And it fits him perfectly. I hope you enjoyed me ranting about this silly guy. Bye.’

The video finally cut to black screen as a play button showed up in the middle, telling the couple it was done.

You smiled at the screen as it finished, happy with the work you did. Loving the videos and how you edited it. But you also had a hint of nervousness flash over your expression.

‘What was Wil going to think? Does he think it’s weird? Endearing? Will it upset him I did this without his permission?! I just wanted to do something ni-‘

“Darling? You with me? You got caught up in there again.” Wilbur whispered to you as he held you tightly against his chest. You nuzzled into him as you sighed and nodded.

“Yeah I know. I just- what did you think?” You ask nervously as you feared his answer slightly.

Wilbur could sense your anxiousness as your body tensed up and your heart beat got quicker. He quickly squeezed your hand a couple of times and kissed your cheek, signaling to you that he’s not mad, quite the opposite actually.

“I loved it. Almost made me cry in all honesty. I didn’t know you thought about me like that.” Wil smiled at you as your turned your head, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I tell you all the time! It’s like my 2nd favorite thing to do.” You smile at him as you place your hand behind his neck and play with the hair at the nape.

“Oh? Second favorite thing? What’s the first?” Wil smirks as he leans in closer to you, forehead connections with yours.

You roll your eyes and giggle at him. “My first favorite thing is to hang out with my awesome sister.”

Wil leans away from you, fauxing a hurt expression. “Ok wow. I see how it is.” He sasses at you as you laugh at his tone. His lips crack a small smile as you heard your laugh, loving the way it sounded.

“Sorry but siblings come first.” You took his face in your hands and squeezed. “You know that, you little chipmunk.” You said as your gently shook his head. Bringing your hands down to his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair. Humming in delight, Wil closed his eyes and leaned into your hands.

“I love you.” He whispers as he opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.

You bring your hands back down to his cheeks and look deeply into his eyes. “And I love you.”

Wilbur leaned in slowly, pecking your forehead, then your nose, next your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips. Soft and passionate, the kiss lasted longer than it probably should have but, the moment was too good to break it so fast. You both poured as much love and care into that one kiss to show just how much you both were in this for the long run. And that you’ll always have each other.

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, you scrunched your nose at him and smiled. Turning back around to your computer, you opened a new tab to Netflix as Wil moves from underneath you and lied down beside you. Getting the hint at what he wanted, you lord down next to him on your side, placing the computer in front of you as Wil wrapped his arms around you.

“What movie?” You asked your boyfriend that snuggled into your back, liking your warmth.

“Hmm… Don’t look up.” Wil mumbled out as he rest his head on your in your neck yet again.

You let out a breathy laugh as you searched the movie and got it ready to play. “Ready bubs?”

Once you felt him tap your hand twice, you started the movie.

“Thank you. For making your project over me. Means a lot.” Wil’s words were slightly slurred as sleep took over his body.

Smiling at his words, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckle, feeling him smile against your neck.

“Always my love. Now get some sleep, pretty boy. You deserve it.” You felt Wil nuzzle deeper into your neck.

“Hmm, I love you.” Wil whispered slowly as his words slurred into one. His breathing slowed down, signaling to you that he was asleep.

“And I love you most, darling.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep as you slipped from consciousness, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back. Bringing a sense of calm over you as you fell asleep with the sweetest boy cuddles against you and a content smile on your face.

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cowboy-lover69 · 4 months

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Do you ever think Atticus and Reader will like have an extremely late night because Reader won't shut up about gossip around the town, but like she doesn't mean harm by it, but Atticus is like 😐, sorry if this seems boring but I love your fics x

Midnight Gossip

hey, this was going to be longer but I can't seem to write longer fics as much as I want too, when I started writing this I was doing Y/N but it felt very clunky to write with so I just made an OC to replace it with, I hope you don't mind!

The time was getting onto around 9:30 pm, and Atticus was just about at his limit. He laid in bed, the book he was reading sat on his chest, flipped over. He groggily looked at Alice, who was rambling excitedly about the town gossip, which didn’t particularly interest him, especially when it was this late. Alice was from the city, he didn’t think she would pick up the small town mannerisms of the other woman who lived near them, but it didn’t seem that Alice struggled with that. He didn’t usually mind her gossip, he enjoyed her company, and if she enjoyed something he would do his best to enjoy that as well, but he was struggling tonight.

“And you know, Honey, I heard that Miss Stephanie has been having some sort of a aff---”

Atticus cut her off, in a need to get some sleep. This was far later than he would like to be up.

“Dear, it’s getting on late, and I hate to interrupt, but I have to sleep,” Atticus said, putting his book on the bedside table and rolling over to face Alice. She seemed a bit dampened after that, but not enough for Atticus to read in her pale face. His glasses were off so he currently could not see her face well, and he was as tired as a dog.

“Oh, okay. Well, no worries Honey, we can talk more tomorrow” Alice says.

“Yes, more tomorrow,” Atticus says exhausted, but also satisfied she didn’t get too upset. He rolls over and shuts off the lamp before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep the best he could.

The next morning Atticus noticed Alice had been acting a bit off. She left for work far earlier than she had to, which was strange because she always dreaded work. He worried something he had said last night had upset her, which he never meant to do.

Atticus out of his worry decided to ask his sister, in some ways, and for some things, he trusted her opinion. Alexandra was sitting out on the front porch, she glared out into the sunny summer street. Her sun had shaded the top of her face. Atticus stepped out on the porch, putting on the hat he had stored in his hand so he could shield himself from the sun.

“Where is Scout and Jem?” Atticus first asked.

“Just down the street at Miss Maudie's, I am sure she keeps them entertained.” she vaguely jested down the street with her hands.

There was a moment of silence where Atticus debated asking for advice. Alexandra has never been the best at advice, but he was sure it would help

“Sister, has Alice been acting a bit off this morning, or am I just not thinking right?”

Alexandra perked up and looked at Atticus, her eyebrows raised a bit.

“Acting strange? A little, but you know her better than I do, gosh. Maybe you should just ask her if everything is alright.”

Atticus was nervous to ask Alice just in case she would deflect the question like she tended to do, but it seemed his sister didn’t help much.

The next time they were alone together was the next night. He was reading and she was silent, not a word. She was lying on her back, her eyes closed but she was not sleeping. This proved to Atticus something was off. At night she would always talk to Atticus at least a bit. If she didn’t do that she was hanging on him. Atticus set his book on his bedside table and rolled over to face Alice.

“Everything alright, dear?” Atticus said in the softest tone he could muster.

“Huh me, am fine, just tired”

Just like he thought. She was deflecting. Or maybe there was nothing actually wrong, he thought. He decided to ask again.

“Are you sure? You've been acting off, and am worried I hurt your feelings.” Atticus took his hand and rubbed her forearm. His hand was rough against her soft skin, he worried it wasn’t helping much.

“It’s silly really” Alice says, retracting her arm slightly.

“Nothing is silly, tell me please.”

Alice sighed and glanced away, before returning her eyes back to Atticus. Her blue eyes looked slightly saddened, her hair covering them a bit.

“I guess I never thought about how you felt about me talking so much, like I do. I'm worried I've been bothering you without even realizing.”

That's it, Atticus thought. He was glad that she wasn’t mad at him. He wasn’t glad she was feeling a bit self conscious. He feels back for making her feel that way, but there probably not much he could have done in the way of preventing it.

“Oh dear, I apologize for making you feel like you bother me, you don’t. I was just tired, and usually I love hearing you speak, but sometimes I need my rest. It wasn’t anything against you, dear.” Atticus maintains eye contact with Alice, hoping to see her worries ease.

Alice nods slightly before Atticus speaks again. “Please dear, feel free to come to me if you ever feel upset again, or for anything you need. I love you and I want to make sure you're as pleasant and happy as you can be.”

Alice smiles at him, and places her hand on his face caressing his cheek before moving to kiss him. The kiss was soft and romantic, no sense of desire, just romance. Her lips were soft and slow as they kissed. They kissed for a while, at least it felt like that to him. She pulled away, and looked at Atticus again.

“Thank you, for being so caring and patient with me Atticus, and thank you for putting up with my gossip. I will do my best to try to keep in mind your feelings more often.” Alice says.

“Thank you dear, I think it’s getting a bit late and we should call it a night.”

Alice nods and Atticus rolls over and turns off the lamp illuminating the room. Then they sleep.

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normal-internet-user · 11 months

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As promised, pumpkin pie! (/p) Here's my two cents for our favorite kiddo reader. The heir of Apocalypse!Peepaw Leo. The edgelord (and rightfully so!) turned dork nugget and their kooky adventures because I say so >:3

– ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Adopted Reader Fluff!!! My serve!! (probs a smidgen of angst bc this one specific scenario has been rotating in my head & i definitely meant to include it in the headcanons last night but, as previously mentioned, my eyes felt like they were gonna fall out 🥴) ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

p.s , I am also listening to the Goofy Movie soundtrack, specifically Stand Out + I 2 I which are my faves!!! Tevin Campbell did not have to go that hard. Highly recommend.

💌🧚‍♀️💗🌨🥡🍥

Even More Reader Post-Movie Headcanons!

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Okay so

I really wanna start out with the scenario that I am positively aching to show you bc I really wanna know what you think, ANDDD I think it weaves in so well with the repairing (or rather, building) of Reader and Leo’s relationship in this timeline!

But, we’ll get there. 😉

After the events of the movie, everything is still raw. Not only are we recovering from a literal war, but all the issues that come with coping with a timeline that we aren’t used to – a timeline we’ve only heard nostalgic regalings of from Papa, lullabies and tall tales and stories meant to keep up some sort of hope and light in the midst of the darkness they lived in day by day, as well as in the mystic projections of Uncle Michelangelo

. . . but now?

Seeing it in all its prime and modern-day glory?

It’s so, so beautiful.

Reader can’t and would never deny that.

It’s vibrant. It’s colorful. It’s free. It’s such a far cry from the blood-red skies and dilapidated wastelands they grew up with. The ruins were their "sunny skies and rolling fields" so to speak.

Now that they are here. In the flesh?

It’s. A lot to handle.

Reader is wrecked, for sure.

Casey is too! He’s just better at handling– hiding? Coping.

He’s more open and excited and gentle and polite and cheerful and.

We learn a lot from him as time goes on.

#caseythenationaltreasure

I like to imagine that Casey is a really big help in Reader’s journey to peace; not only within and with themself, but with the people around them too.

Eventually,

Sure, it’s still a bit awkward with everyone; you guys are kids from the future stuck in a different timeline - with the people who raised you and they're the same age as y'all! What more could you DO to them? (/lh)

Ah. But they’ve got their family. and it’s no joke that they’re a big help!!

Mikey is in his Prime as Doctor Feelings and scheduled regular sessions with Reader bc his EQ is very sharp, as we all know, and he notices just how bad Reader wants to come to terms with everything, and he wants to help. He does help. A lot.

Donnie is ever the 'tism with the emotional constipation (/aff) but he helps and provides in his own little special Donnie ways!

Even if he may not outright say it all the time, he cares and loves his family so so much and he'd do anything for them.

He sets Reader up with some fun and unique techno-cool gifts that help them with things they don't speak up about;

– – like upgrading their mask to have a panoramic-projection so they can put a whole visual to the audio recordings and playbacks stashed in the device memory (only if they want tho! he won't touch it otherwise :'3)

He pretends like he's not hanging on to Reader's every little word when they do engage in casual conversation [which becomes more and more frequent as time goes by!] under the guise of typing on his phone or smth,

and takes those tidbits to create something so heartwarmingly thoughtful and faceted that we may as well just take a big ole stamp that says "You're Not Fooling Anyone With That Bad Boy Persona" and bash it on that forehead of his. JSJSJ (lovingly ofc :*)

Speaking of panorama-projectors, I can see him making it to interchangeable sceneries!

I'm talking about galaxies and solar systems (feeds into Reader's crow tendencies *sniff sniff* soooo many shiny thingssss)

Deep-sea oceans like Ariel's cove-esque or Pandora's sea settings from Avatar

Or even peaceful golden hills and orchards, just them and the big blue sky, the sound of the breeze dancing and larks singing in their ears.

... whatever they want, Don makes it happen.

He definitely takes Mikey's artsy avenues and teams up with him so they can surprise the Future Kids together!

– – 🩵🩶 Casey and Reader fall asleep curled up together in a pillow fort with the projector playing, and it's the best sleep they've gotten since the sleepovers with their Papa.

made myself cry thinkin' that up *sobs*

And isn't Uncle / Big Bro Raphie such a sweetheart during it all? He's the rock of the family, but he's learning to let the family in a lot more. He's learning to not be so "overbearing", especially with his Protective Instincts flying off the handle since the battle. Sure he can be heavy-handed, but he just wants to keep his family safe. And he always has! He always will. He heals to a comfortable place with time, and while he'll always be everyone's rock, you all are there for him too.

Family is stronger together, and-

You all reassure him of that.

In quiet moments, rare moments when it's just him and Reader – they tell him just that. Their hand is comically small on his forearm, but their eyes are earnest; they stare up at him with a sparkle of admiration. They'd only heard stories regaled fondly by their surviving family members, often accompanied them when they visited his shell on the wall lit by candles.

– meeting their uncle, so young but endlessly strong, is a fickle kind of honor. But still an honor.

(and Raphie may or may not have cried whenever Reader gets him right in the feels hurk-)

Reader and Casey get spoiled rotten (i.e: given the basic necessities to which they did not have access to in their timeline sjjsshahahd) by their family nonetheless!!

UGhhghghh imagine it with me, Normie!

Bubble baths! Warm, cozy clothes! Books that weren't rotting, charred, or furled at the edges! Taking them to comic book stores! Convenience stores! The park! The WATERPARK! The mall!! Introducing them to music and headphones/earbuds to match! Conventions and cons! Amusement parks! Ice cream parlors! Casual strolls throughout New York and doing all these things!

Oh and don't get me started on the adventures they get into in The Hidden City!! :DDD

....

seriously, don't–

foreshadowing -thickens-

*ahem*

In all honesty, the whole clan becomes clingy with each other post-Invasion. That goes w/o saying.

Even Case and Reader, despite the initial tension, have little to no qualms with being pulled into Turtle Piles, nor all the casual affection that comes with healing and growing together!!

It's odd but sweet :')

—Casey and Reader eventually grow out of always seeing the guys as uncles/aunties/parental figures (save for Splints + Draxy + etc.), it becomes more sibling-like in a way!

But they'll always be just as close.

They were just that in their timeline.

But that timeline is lost.

And scary as it may be, they're building themselves a new life. A better life. It's what Papa would have wanted.

So. Why not do just that? :')

>> fam that gets traumatized together STAYS together (/gen)😤

Tragedy brings them closer in ways they didn't think it would.

the awkwardness between reader & leo melts into something more mellow, and we owe a big part of that to Casey!

He's their bridge. Seeing as he's closer to Leo at the given time, he hangs out with his sibbie and Leo at the same time so that they can hang together too. >:3c

Such a genius boy ueueu.

— and before they know it, Reader and Lee-Lee are actually bonding really well. It takes time, and there are withdrawals and setbacks along the way, but it is those obstacles that pave the way for something strong. Something true, honorable, pure, and real.

The reader knows — you know, glory do you know ... that this may not be your Papa.

But maybe...

Maybe that's okay.

You had him. You had Casey. You had your family, the ones once lost to fates beyond your control, and now here you were.

You had all won.

And if that in of itself wasn't something to celebrate with every breath you took,

—you would have given up on that war all that time ago.

Reader and Leo come to a mutual ground with one another.

Let's come to a place where they're more than civil with each other; Leo adores casual affection, and Reader does too— they just weren't willing to give way for such in the beginning.

But it's not unusual to see Leo and them curled up next to each other. Most of the time, Casey's with them too! But in the rare times he isn't, Reader and Leo are comfortable and just doing their own thing.

Like they'll be reading a book, or playing on a handheld device (game, Switch, phone, etc. they're amazed by present-day technology) and Lee's got a comic book,

or he's resting his head close to theirs while he guides them through what they may be doing on their fun little screen.

Leo finds a comfort in you, and you find a comfort in him— once you both let each other in.

All the time it took was worth it :')

I can see them being the most annoyingly caustic yet affectionate besties SNSNJJSJSJ biiig "only I get to make fun of them >:(" energy

or a complete opposite:

once we get past all the vitriol, they're so soft for each other hhhh-

Like Reader becomes fairly protective over him; handles him gently with small smiles and murmured words, helps him out and gives the best muscle massages or is quick to redress and assist when he's smarting from his wounds, knows him well enough to comfort him through panic attacks, indulges in his stupid jokes and puns bc he raised them, hello.

They bounce off each other for hours—

the rest of the guys have resorted to begging, multiple times jsjsj.

and Leo, by this time he knows how much Reader meant- means to him, but he doesn't try to take their Papa's place; he's not scared of them, he does learn to love them /p, and tries to translate that in the most respectful yet straightforward way possible,

and that helped their growing relationship a lot!

He rough-houses (gently) and spars with them, teases them just enough to see their flustered expression, annoys them affectionately — but is the first to come to their defense when someone else gets too cozy.

A lot like a best friend or a sibling.

... He also cuddles and slings his arm around their shoulders and gives the best bear hugs (when they want/need). He reads to them- either one of his comics or one of their acquired books- when they can't sleep or just needs something to hear other than the overbearing voices in their head. He always eats with them, introducing them to new foods he thinks they'd like and giving them the bigger portion (when they get used to stomaching it ofc). Holds their hand. Protects them from the small things and encourages them with the big things, because he knows they can handle it and they just need that little nudge. And to know that someone is right behind them the whole time.

All that good stuff.

(and Casey is so jazzed two of his favorite people are getting along so well aaaa!!)

—hey or maybe it's a healthy mix of both!! ♡₊˚ yeahhhhh.

big BIG ride-or-die energy. I like to imagine that (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

At the end of the day, they'd die for each other all over again. It gets to THAT point.

Both figuratively and literally.

One milestone in their bond took place and in a way nobody really saw coming—

They were in the Hidden City, stopping by Señor Hueso's for some good grub,

but Leo's leg was pinching a bit more today, and Reader felt a migraine coming on; they wanted to get back home for Mikey's Miracle Migraine Tea, maybe a scalp massage if they pulled the puppy eyes the aforementioned taught them in the future (they don't need to. he'd do it at the drop of a hat. they just like to be eggstra 💅🏼),

so they're both kinda rushing this little outing. Reader's a touch grouchy and their notorious RBF makes a whole comeback, but Leo knows them well enough to know it's not directed at him. He feels for ya, and he sticks close as you both wait for your pickup order to come through.

Then, out of nowhere, some gigantuan yokai comes skulking over.

Reader notices immediately, having folded to lay their head on the cool countertop at the pickup counter; Leo was rubbing up and down their back in comforting circles, smiling down at them with warm, sympathetic eyes as he tries to distract them from their discomfort. He was too focused on them to notice.

and when they spot the glint in the yokai's eyes, they can practically smell the sinister intention as they stride over to them. They're looking for something they had no business to.

Reader tenses, hackles raised and fingers twitching where they gripped the forearms of their hoodie, and their eyes gleam as they peek out from under their hood.

Leo, who thinks they're about to be sick, frets and gently maneuvers them to sit on a nearby stool; he doesn't see the yokai until he's being clapped on the shoulder - the one that's sore, conveniently so - and nearly jumps out of his skin when he whirls on them.

This yokai - stocky, menacing, and a sadistic air about them, simply chuckles and cocks their head at the duo. They're wearing a server's uniform. Reader and Leo both realize it at once-- Reader with dread and Leo with (miscalculated) relief: they're an employee.

Anyways, Leo is put-off by this sudden intrusion of personal space and onslaught of bad vibes, but he's the Face Man and naturally a people person, so he greets them casually and asks if he can help them.

Alongside the incessant ringing in their ears that's their warning before disaster, alarm bells started going off in their head.

They can't really discern what Leo and this bum are saying at this point - everything was fuzzy and garbled like they were underwater; even from their vulnerability sprawled out over the countertop, Reader can tell from their body language that the convo is going in a very wrong direction,

especially when Leo is suddenly shoved back- too hard- and lands in a graceless heap on the floor behind them.

Your mind goes blank. A mindset that was wired into your being from birth – one you haven't had to enter for a while – burns your mind and chest and the alarm bells are deafening, even more so than the sudden uproar of commotion happening vaguely around you.

You're not focused on them. You become laser-focused on the yokai behind you, and between one breath and the next, you're out of your seat and tackling the yokai with a snarl, and you're beating the ever-loving spirits out of them.

You don't stop. You grab at fur and a muzzle, probably a tusk, but you don't care. You don't care, you don't care, you don't care–

– – you're relentless.

All that was in your head was blaring red letters: Protect. Family. Leo. Hurt. Still recovering. Threat. Protect.

Strike.

White-hot rage is pumping through your veins and powering your every strike.

You have them by the nape and slam the yokai's face into the ground muzzle/snout-first; you throw punch after elbow after backhand after punch, even as you feel bone and tendon cracking rather explicitly beneath your knuckles,

and when you're kicked off, rather weakly all things considered–

it doesn't deter you at all.

You use the airborne energy to bounce right back off the countertop (it would ache and bruise like heck later),

rip the stool that you were occupying just moments earlier, clean off its hinges,

and start wailing in on the no-good lowlife bully that thought it beneficial to try your brother.

–– it doesn't stop until the very seat of the stool cracks to shrapnel, the center rolling away like a hubcap, and you're gripping the bar in your hands, heaving like you just ran a marathon.

When the yokai unfolds their arms from shielding their head to peek at you, scrambling to stand, shaking and wide-eyed, your gaze is ferocious.

The skeleton of the once-seat in your hand gets thrown right at their face with a ridiculous strength, and if their muzzle/snout wasn't broken before, it was shattered now.

The yokai shrieks in pain and goes right back down as red iron seeps from their nose, mouth, through their fingers, writhing on the floor-

and you stomp forwards, plant your foot steady in the center of their chest, and press in close until you can see their pupils trembling; that's when you finally speak your first words of the evening:

"Don't you ever come near my brother again. If I see your sorry shank even breathe in his general direction? That stool? The end will find itself shoved right up your pathetic excuse of a voice box. You'd like that, yeah?"

Terrified head shakes and an even more terrified wheeze in response,

"You listen and you listen real good, geezer. I will find you, and a simple warning like this will be the least of your troubles. A warning in which I'm letting you off with, seeing as you're clearly mistaken in your endeavors. Even think of touching Leo, and you deal with this except a thousand times over. It won't be just me. Okay?"

your poorly concealed sadism makes a minor appearance in the sudden change of pitch in your voice and the smarmy grin that stretches your dry lips as you quirk your head and eyebrows in question; when the yokai does nothing but give an immediate jerky nod, you gently pat the side of their face, satisfied.

–which was a lull into a false sense of security, because you shifted your entire body weight and last bit of strength to shove their face back down as you stood up, ignoring their yowl of agony as you did so.

meanwhile everyone in the restaurant be like:🧍

when you came to, everything crashed into you at once: nausea rolled in violent waves in your stomach, the migraine came thrumming full-force, and your ribs creaked as you stumbled over to a shellshocked Leo.

You pulled him up on shaky legs, but much like every patron in the joint, his eyes were trained on the yokai you just obliterated, still writhing on the ground.

Eventually, Senor comes rushing out and, taking in the damage of the scene, demands an explanation. Reader is all-too glad to give it to him, eyes glazed over and voice a lot more calmer than the actual predator they previously were

But once they do, his eyes look over both of them and soften, especially when he takes in how Leo is visibly shaking and Readie looks like they're milliseconds away from passing out.

They get out of there, food in tow, Leo still extremely shell-shocked and Reader worse for wear at what just transpired.

Blue barely manages a portal home- but they do, and when they're safe in the familiarity of the Lair, they both metaphorically collapse.

The night ends with the perturbed fretting of the Clan, but it all boils down to one thing for sure.

Leo has Reader's hand in his, Reader is gripping with the same intensity, and they refuse to be separated for the next few days thereafter.

Anata wa hitori janai.

That is the Hamato way.

oh and that employee never showed up to the restaurant again :D sorry not sorry for using them as collateral for my bebes

more tidbits that came to mind when typing that storm up:

reader's a bad mofo . didn't ya know they were the scourge of the apocalypse? they were clandestinely feared by the kraang. leo kept them under wraps bc he knew how powerful they were. (/j) reader: they protecc, they attacc, but most of all, they gone need ice for they bacc SNRRRTTT

☁️🖇️🥛

HOOOWEEEEE, THAT'LL DO IT– ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I hope you do read all this, sugarcube!! I got kind of carried away, ahaha ^^;; I'm sowwwyyyy!~ But i AM excited to hear your thoughts, whenever that may be! <333

I'm mostly glad I finally got the well-awaited scenario in there!! Basically, Leo has a no-no moment with some lowkey bully and Reader completely overcompensates, even thought they're BOTH still tender from war, yet they go batty-bonkers over his oppression! >:( Don't touch their family!!! The scenario was inspired by a ficlet I read a while ago with Leo in the same situation, but Reader was in Donnie's place :''))) I'll have to find it for ya if you haven't read it yet-

aaa after this, i think i can chill without so much heaviness!! i need to indulge in some crack! some fluff! somethin' now that we've explored the reader and leo's dynamic!! they're the sillies ever and we need more!!

muwah! Hasta la vista, baeby! I'll be back!~ /p

Aaaa goodnight now XD! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Love ya loads, toots!! Enjoy the nomz, haha!🍓❣🍰💌🧸

Ok. First of all, and most importantly, I FREAKIN LOVE THE GOOFY MOVIE IT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVS EVER- AFTER TODAY IS MY FUCKING JAM-

ALSO ON THE OPEN ROAD??? HEHEH

Ahem.

Now that that's out of my system, let the headcanons begin...

READER'S HEALING PROCESS POST-MOVIE

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Post-movie, after everything calms down, and everyone's just trying to heal,

You definitly open up a bit more.

You'll apologize to everyone for how you acted before,

For being so hostile towards them.

Casey will 100% nudge Leo and you into hanging out together.

It was hard to do since you avoided Leo like the plauge, and he kinda thought you hated him or something.

Casey manages to kill the awkwardness, and now you and Leo go EVERYWHERE together.

Besties for realzies.

Donnie will try to be subtle with his gifting,

Spoiler: he isn't.

Most of the time he'll just leave whatever it is on Reader's bed for them to find with a small note.

He's dissmissive when you thank him too,

"Don't worry about." "It's no big deal."

The projector is now your most prized possesion aside from your mask.

I feel like you always had trouble sleeping in the dark,

In the future it would have been hard to have any kind of nightlight.

Limited resources and all.

So Uncle Michelangelo would fill your and Casey's room with little glowing lights.

Think Gaurdians of The Galaxy when Groot saves everyone, the little balls of light?

So thats what you usually project into the room.

And obviously you and Casey will have the occasional stargazing night.

Meeting Raph for you was pretty much the equivilent of Casey fan-girling over Leonardo.

The stories Papa told you about him made Raph sound like some kind of super hero.

So when you met him, you had to physically try to keep your rbf on, and not freak out.

You think he's so freakin' cool-

Omg if you show even the slightest signs of discomfort or sadness Mikey is on that crap.

Here comes Dr. Feelings, tell him what's wrong.

No family of his is going to be sad for long.

He'll 100% do his best to make you and Casey feel more at home in your new timeline.

Sometimes you'll turn the tables and now you're Dr. Feelings.

He doesn't like it, but he knows mental health is important, so he deals and ya'll have therapy sessions with eachother.

You not so subtly try to spend lots of time with Splinter as well.

You didn't have very much time with your Grandpa before the end of the world took him as well,

But now he's here, and you can tell that he did not change one bit with time.

His younger counter-part is exactly the same as the one you knew in the future.

You do the same thing with Draxxum as well and omfg he is so weirded out.

Like, why does this teenager want to willingly spend time with me? Did Mikey put you up to this? WHAT IS GOING ON-

But nope.

You just missed your weird alchemist Gramps.

April takes you for walks around the city, kinda showing you and Casey what it looks like when it isn't in complete ruins.

She shows you all the cool things it has to offer, and you even come back to the Lair with some shiny things you find on the ground!

You lost your old collection when you left your old timeline, so now you have to start your hoard all over :(

It's ok though, people drop tons of shiny things down water ways and sewer drains.

You and Leo will wander around the tunnels and look for your shinies.

It's a bonding experience, and he teases you about it.

Great gallileo the back and forths between you are so horrible.

They last almost all day, and when ever one of you starts one evryone groans out loud.

The only two people who can get you two to drop it and leave eachother alone are Casey and Raph, but Casey rarely does anything to stop it-

Once you and Leo get close he is such a little terd-

Teasing, and picking and poking.

Big brother energy for realzies.

He'll wake you up by playing California Girls really loud in your ear, and then giggle about it all day, while you try not to strangle him.

If he ever overexerts himself, god help him escape the scolding-

EVERYONE is on his shell about it.

But ESPECIALLY you.

It's even worse when you get upset at him, because after everyome else is done scolding him, they'll move on.

But you? You are so petty about it.

You scold him for hours,

Then you'll just kinda... sit there, silently glaring off into space.

It makes him feel so bad for worrying Reader, that he doesn't overwork himself more than like- five times before guilt makes him just chill tf out and heal.

That scenario you wrote, where Reader absolutely rocks that yokai's shit for messing with Leo?

(Wonderfully written by the way, truely a masterpiece)

First of all total fuck around 'n find out energy.

Second of all, I'm in LOVE with the idea of Reader going absolutely feral on the battle field.

In the future, EVERY fight was life or death, and I think Reader may need to learn that here, in this timeline, not every fight requires you to freakin' wreck the opponent.

Raph kinda has that talk with them after Senor told him how they messed that employee up.

Not every fight requires your 100%.

Then he'll totally congradulate you for destroying that jerk that hurt Leo.

Reader gets a reward cookie.

....................................

Apologies this took so long to answer my dear (/p).

But here it is!! That scenario at Runof The Mill- *chefs kiss*

Beautiful. Amazingly written. I LIVE for feral reader.

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3

the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh

thank u sm i love u

🦦

And 🧷 asked:

HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead) (And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷

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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.

Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-

"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.

"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."

"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"

"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?

"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.

"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."

She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.

Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.

He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.

Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."

"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.

"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."

Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."

Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.

"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"

"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."

"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.

"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."

"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.

"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."

Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.

Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.

"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.

The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...

"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.

"Dr. Banks-"

"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"

"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.

"Dr. Marshall?"

Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."

"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"

"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."

"Which side?"

"West wing-"

"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.

There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.

It was empty.

Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.

There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.

"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"

"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.

He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"

"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.

"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.

"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."

They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.

"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.

He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.

"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.

Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.

"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.

"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."

She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...

She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.

Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.

As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.

"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.

He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.

"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.

Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.

He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.

"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"

"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"

"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"

"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."

"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.

"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.

"Wendy!"

Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"

"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."

"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."

"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.

"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."

"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."

"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."

"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."

As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"

She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."

"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.

"Yes, she threw up earlier-"

"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."

"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.

Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.

A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."

"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."

Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"

"Yes-"

"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"

"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."

It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.

"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.

"Let go of me."

"Thanks again, man."

"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."

"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."

Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."

#well this WAS supposed to be about wendy lol #mywriting #wendy marshall #migraine #🦦 anon #🧷 anon

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cringemesstickles · 4 months

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A Fluffy Surprise

Summary: Dean surprises Sam with a very special Christmas gift.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 2,323

A/N: This turned out WAYYY longer than I expected, but I’m really happy with it! Not exactly a tk fic, but there’s some in there at the end. :)

Merry Christmas, and enjoy!

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Christmas had settled over the bunker like a blanket of joy and warmth, the colorful lights twinkling softly in the dim rooms.

Dean had insisted on celebrating properly this year, going out of his way to bring home a tree, along with some ornaments for them to decorate it with.

With some time and dedication, the bunker had been transformed into a Christmas wonderland, with garland galore, and colorful lights strung from the railways and anywhere else they could put them… according to Dean, the more, the merrier.

He was very proud of his wording.

When the big day arrived, the brothers sat in the library where they had set up their modestly sized Christmas tree, decorated with colorful lights, some beads, and of course… the ornaments.

Dean watched with amusement and anticipation as Sam, sitting on the couch, gifts beside him, opened one of his smaller presents.

When Sam ripped off the wrapping without a second thought, the elder burst into laughter as his little brother jumped at the sight of a stuffed clown.

“Very funny, Dean…” He rolled his eyes, throwing the doll at his brother, heart still racing from the scare.

“Oh cmon, Sammy! It’s rude not to accept gifts, you know.” Dean replied, a smug smirk on his face.

“Not when it’s your jerk older brother.”

“Well then that makes you an ungrateful bitch of a little brother.”

Sam laughed, throwing the wrapping paper at Dean as well.

“I can live with that if it means I don’t have to look at that thing.”

The air was filled with warmth and playful banter as the two continued to go back and forth, taking turns watching each other open their gifts, eagerly awaiting each other’s reactions.

Once they exchanged the rest of their gifts, and Sam was stood up to start cleaning up the wrapping and tissue paper that had been carelessly tossed about, Dean made him sit back down.

“Hey, hey, hey, not so fast! I’ve still got one more present for you.”

The youngest Winchester furrowed his brows.

Dean had a spark in his eye that typically meant he was up to no good, and Sam wouldn’t hold it past him to pull a prank, even on Christmas.

“Really? And why didn’t you put it under the tree?”

“Just close your eyes, Sammy!” Urged Dean, getting a reluctant sigh from his little brother.

“Fine… but this better not be a prank!”

Dean grinned as he watched the younger close his eyes, his body tense with anticipation of whatever he thought his big brother was up to.

As Sam sat staring at the backs of his eyelids, he heard his brother shuffling around before he heard what sounded like a box being placed in front of him.

“Alright, Sammy, open your eyes.”

Sure enough, Sam opened his eyes to find a medium sized box sitting in front of him, lacking the festive wrapping that all the other boxes had. It also wasn’t taped like the other boxes, nor was it closed very tightly, looking as if it might pop open at any second.

“Nice packaging, Dean. How’d you pull it together?” He snarked, raising a brow at Dean, who had sat down in an armchair across from Sam.

“Shut up and open it already!”

Sam braced himself as he hesitantly reached out, a nervousness in his eyes as if he was expecting something to pop out and scare him.

Sam gently grabbed the cardboard flaps that were somewhat sealing the box’s contents.

The youngest Winchester slowly opened the box…

The elder observed his little brother, watching the way his expression fell when he got a peek inside the box.

Sam closed the box again, his breath hitching, unsure if he was dreaming or hallucinating because surely, Dean couldn’t have gotten…

The younger looked up at his big brother, scanning for any trace of insincerity that he could find, but only finding genuine warmth and affection.

“Well, what is it? Open it all the way, man.” Dean encouraged, his eyes soft with love for his little brother.

Sam was frozen for a moment, disbelief coursing through him before he shook it off and opened the box once more.

The sight that greeted Sam was one that had been in his dreams for countless years… a tiny brown puppy with big, expressive eyes staring into his own, wagging its tail and giving a playful bark.

The taller hunter put a hand over his mouth, his eyes glimmering with tears, reflecting the colorful Christmas lights around them.

“D-Dean, is this…”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at his brother’s reaction.

“He’s all yours, Sammy.”

Sam was speechless.

Growing up, Sam would always beg their father for a dog, but their life on the road just couldn’t allow one, no matter how Sam promised to take care of it.

Even as Sam got older and it was just him and Dean, he would still try to convince his brother that a dog would be good for them, though Dean protested against it, bringing up how most motel’s didn’t allow dogs and how he didn’t want it stinking up the impala.

Then when they found the bunker, Sam brought it up again, to which Dean brushed it off and dismissed the idea.

But just because he couldn’t have a dog doesn’t mean he didn’t dream of having one.

“Dean, I…”

“You’ve always wanted one, haven’t you?” Dean smiled warmly.

Sam couldn’t speak, so he simply nodded.

The elder could see the colorful lights reflecting in the younger’s eyes, the way his lips pursed, and the furrow in his brows; it was clear to anyone, especially Dean, that Sam was fighting back tears.

“You know, it’s okay to cry, Sammy...” he assured, his eyes softening.

He’d normally tease Sam for being emotional over gifts, but this time was far different.

This was more than just a sentimental gift… it was a new member of the family.

Finally giving into his emotions, Sam let the tears flow freely, reaching out to pet the pup’s soft, brown fur.

“Hey there, little guy…” Sam choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The puppy licked Sam’s hand and gave a high pitched bark, almost as if it was saying hello back.

The youngest Winchester giggled through his tears, smitten with the creature’s sweetness.

He carefully picked up his new friend, holding it to his chest and tucking it’s head under his chin.

A fresh wave of tears broke free when the puppy snuggled into him, the salty droplets soaking into the fluffy fur.

Dean’s heart was melting at the precious sight, having not expected his brother to have such an emotional response.

“You’ve been begging ever since you were three… figured now that we have a home, it’s about time.”

Dean’s eyes were filled with fondness as he watched his little brother struggle to grasp reality, looking as though he’s afraid of waking up.

“I didn’t buy anything for him yet… thought the three of us could go to the pet store and you could pick out some stuff for him; like some toys, a bed, a collar… all the puppy necessities.”

The younger hunter nodded, looking at the puppy in his arms, a wet smile on his face.

“Would you like that, buddy?” Sam asked, causing the puppy to bark in response, making the brothers laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dean mused, grinning with amusement.

The furry pup nuzzled Sam’s cheek before showering him with puppy kisses, earning watery giggles from the tall hunter.

“He’s so sweet...” Sam smiled tearfully.

Despite holding the puppy in his arms and feeling its soft fur, it still didn’t feel real… like it was too good to be true.

Suddenly, as if sensing its new owner’s overwhelming emotions, the puppy let out a playful yip before sniffing and licking at Sam’s neck, electing a sudden burst of giggles from the tall hunter.

“Hehehey! T-That tihihickles!” Sam laughed through his tears, turning his head away from the pup.

The older Winchester chuckled affectionately, watching his brother struggle with whether he wanted to keep snuggling the puppy and endure the tickles, or escape the tickles and set the puppy aside.

Deciding on the latter option, Sam gently set the tiny puppy beside him, wiping the slobber off his neck before the little mischief maker decided to step it up a notch, growling and sticking its bottom in the air to indicate playfulness.

Before Sam could speak, the puppy pounced on him, knocking him over more from surprise than force, though the little guy was definitely strong for his size.

“Eek! Nooo, n-not thehehere!”

The creature began nosing at Sam’s shirt before enthusiastically lapping at the soft tummy, tail wagging about a million miles a minute at the sound of the human’s joy.

“D-Dehehean, hehehelp! He’s t-tickling mehehe!”

Dean shook his head, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“Wow, Sammy, you’ve only known each other for about five minutes and he’s already found your tickle spot.” He smirked, watching as his six foot four giant of a little brother got utterly defeated by a puppy that couldn’t be bigger than a football.

The taller Winchester wriggled slightly, keeping his force at a minimum, not wanting to hurt the tiny creature.

The puppy continued to investigate Sam’s abdomen before taking a particular interest in his bellybutton, its wet nose rubbing and sniffing around the skin before beginning to lap at the sensitive navel, eliciting a squeal from its owner.

“AH- NOHOHO! D-DEAN, HELP, HELP, HELP!!”

Sam’s laughter held a touch of desperation and Dean decided that he should probably step in.

Getting up, he walked over to the chaos, kneeling down to pick up the playful pup.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you little fur-ball.”

Sam’s giggles continued to flow out as he sat back up.

“T-Thahanks..”

Dean, now holding the little mutt, shrugged dismissively.

“No need to thank me… just doing my job. Isn’t that right, uhh… wait, what are you gonna name him?” He raised an eyebrow, realizing they had yet to name their new family member.

Sam blinked, pausing to think for a moment.

Sam’s eyes lit up. “What about Moose?”

Dean laughed.

“Moose, huh?” He held up the puppy to look at him more thoroughly. “I like it; it suits him.”

“Moose it is, then!” Sam declared with a bright grin, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Dean set Moose on the floor, watching him sniff around, taking in the scents of his new environment.

Sam’s eyes began to brim with tears once again, his heart filled with gratitude.

Suddenly, he flung his arms around Dean, pulling him into a hug.

“This was the best Christmas ever… Thank you so much, Dean… he’s perfect.”

Dean, only briefly taken aback, quickly returned the hug, rubbing his brother’s back when he heard that Sam was crying again.

“You’re welcome, Sammy… you deserve it.”

They stayed like that for awhile longer before Sam pulled away, sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes.

“You’re such a sap, Dean.” Sam giggled, to which the elder scoffed, shooting a skeptical glance at his brother.

“Yeah, right… says the guy who cried over a puppy.”

“Oh, shut up! I didn’t cry that much…” Defended the younger man, averting his eyes, cheeks turning a rosy shade from the slight embarrassment, causing Dean to grin triumphantly.

“Sure, Sammy… you also didn’t get tickled to tears by a puppy.” He teased, delighting in the way his brother’s face turned an even brighter shade of red.

“He’s tiny! I just didn’t wanna hurt him by moving too much!”

Dean shook his head with amusement.

“Yeah, right! Admit it; Moose is a regular little tickle monster!” Dean said before calling over Moose, who was curiously sniffing around the Christmas tree before bounding over, tail wagging excitedly.

Moose tried to jump up on the couch, only to find out that he was too tiny, resigning himself to whimpering and staring at the brothers with puppy dog eyes that were eerily similar to Sam’s.

“Aw, c’mere, buddy.” Sam cooed, picking up his new puppy and setting him down between Dean and himself, watching the little pup look back and forth as if he wasn’t sure who to greet first.

Dean reached out to scratch the furry ears before looking at Sam with a faux dreamy expression.

“He’s got your eyes, Sammy.”

“Yeah, laugh it up, Dean; with two pairs of puppy eyes, we’ll be able to get whatever we want from you.”

Dean raised a brow at the bold comment, though he knew it was true.

“I should tickle you again, just for that.” He swiftly darted his hand to Sam’s tummy, giving it a quick tickle, causing his little brother to burst into a fit of giggles.

Much to their amusement, Moose gave a playful bark before joining in, nosing Sam’s side.

“See Sammy? He’s a pro already!” Teased Dean, listening to the joyous laughter of his little brother.

“Nohohooo, I’m sohohorry!”

The elder chuckled, pulling his hand away, grabbing Moose as well.

“Well, Moose… you’re officially a Winchester; welcome to the family.” Said Dean, scratching the dog behind the ears.

Sam, catching his breath, looked at his big brother with a warm smile.

“Merry Christmas, jerk.”

Dean smirked.

“Merry Christmas, bitch.”

For the rest of that chilly Christmas day, Sam and Dean sat on the couch watching all of their favorite Christmas movies, their new family member snuggled up between them.

They would later take Moose to the pet store where Sam would pick out a charming red collar for his new puppy.

Throughout the experience, Dean watched with a loving smile as his baby brother enthusiastically walked up and down the aisles, asking for Moose’s opinion on each item he looked at.

Sam’s heart felt full with happiness, and from that day forward, it was Sam, Dean, and Moose Winchester.

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PERFECT SELF-CONCEPT CHALLENGE

AIM : To get a perfect self-concept within 2 weeks.

MATERIALS REQUIRED : You and your mind. That's it.

THEORY :

What is self-concept?

"an idea of the self constructed from the beliefs one holds about oneself and the responses of others."

Self-concept is basically all the beliefs we have about ourselves. It is a mental picture of who you are as a person and your individual perceptions of your behavior, your abilities and your characteristics. It is the personal knowledge of knowing who you are and considering all your feelings and thoughts about yourselves personally, socially and physically.

Why is it important to have a good self-concept?

Self-concept plays an important role in manifestation. If you have a good self-concept, you will be more confident while manifesting, you'll worry less about your results, you'll start acknowledging your true power, you'll be able to manifest easily and most of all you'll start believing that you're limitless BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY ARE DUH.

A perfect self-concept will help you build your faith in the law and you'll stop asking useless questions to yourself and to all LOA bloggers. Moreover, you'll be more positive and focused while manifesting and you'll not waste your time moping around that you can't manifest *eye roll*.

PROCEDURE :

Before beginning the challenge, make an affirmation list for your self-concept that you will need to affirm everyday. I have mentioned affirmations but you can also make your own affs AND REMEMBER TO START AFFIRMING WITH A POSITIVE MIND YA'LL.

DAY 1 Affirmations : I am the master of manifestation. Nothing can interrupt my manifestations. Manifesting is the easiest thing in the world. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. My mind is powerful and limitless. I AM LIMITLESS. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 2 Affirmations : I'm free of doubts and limiting beliefs. I have full faith in myself and my manifesting abilities. I never obsess over my manifestations. Why would I worry when I already have everything I want? My intrusive thoughts never affect my manifestations. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 3 Affirmations : Circumstances do not faze me. The 3D does not affect my manifestation at all. The 3D always conforms to my desires instantly. I am always unbothered by the 3D, the 3D cannot change my thoughts. The 3D is a reflection of all my desires and the 3D always obeys my command. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 4 Affirmations : Its so damn easy to persist in the new story. I am immune from visiting the old story. The new story is my current reality. I never doubt my abilities to live in the new story. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 5 Affirmations : Persisting comes naturally to me. No matter what happens, I'm always able to persist and affirm. Its extremely easy to persist in my desires. I never give up and keep on persisting in my desires. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 6 Affirmations : I have god-tier manifesting skills. The entire world revolves around me. I am the God of this fucking world. Everything happens according to me because I control this world. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I already have a perfect self-concept.

DAY 7 Affirmations : Somehow, someway, I'm always getting what I want. I'm the God of this world. My doubts do not control me and I have zero limiting beliefs. Its so fucking easy to persist in my assumptions. The 3D obeys my every command. I'm amazing because I get everything I want instantly. Everyday I get better and better at manifesting. I'm so happy I have a perfect self-concept.

Affirm the same affs for the next week.

Affirm whenever you feel like affirming. You do not have to keep on repeating your affirmations all day, remember manifesting is not a chore, manifesting is fun and easy.

Whenever any doubts enter your mind don't acknowledge it, STOP RIGHT THERE and start affirming and persist and busy yourself with some other activity to distract your mind from the negative thoughts.

Minimize your time on Tumblr, YouTube, Facebook, etc. etc. searching about things related to LOA and start focusing on yourself and your desires because YOU ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING SO WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO START MANIFESTING??

OBSERVATION :

When I first came to know about the Law of Assumption, I thought self-concept was a waste of time and I never really focused on my self-concept, after all it isn't necessary to work on your self-concept because you just need to persist in order to manifest, but I was still struggling to manifest something. I couldn't persist and kept the 3D on a pedestal. I simply couldn't focus on my desires because I used to keep on doubting myself.

However, when I started to work on my self-concept, I noticed I became more confident while manifesting, all my worries and fears vanished quickly and I realized my true power. I started viewing manifestation less like a tedious task and more like a fun game.

CONCLUSION :

Its true that you only need to persist in order to manifest but you need to have a good self-concept in order to manifest confidently without seeking validation from the 3D because you are the validation. If you simply assume and persist in the assumption that you have the perfect self-concept, then you'll automatically get a perfect self-concept.

COME ON BITCH YOU GOT THIS. REMEMBER YOU ARE IN CONTROL BECAUSE YOU'RE THE GOD OF THIS WORLD BRUH.

STOP PROCRASTINATION AND FUCKING START RIGHT NOW.

ARE YOU READY?

THEN WHAT YOU DOING HERE?? LEZ GOO!

[P.S. DON'T FORGET TO SHARE YOUR RESULTS WITH ME!!!]

Love, Moon.

#law of assumption #loa #manifesting #loassumption #affirming

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WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 17 will be posted soon.

Currently 16 chapters completed: 549.4K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

{Previous WIP Wednesday snippet}

{Previous Several Sentences Sunday snippet}

I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 17 because there's a lot happening as Buck and Eddie continue to prepare for everything that's going to happen in the next seven weeks.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 16, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie hired a travel agent to help them schedule everything for their upcoming international adventure. They also hired a tax accountant for the 12-million-dollar settlement money Buck was awarded after the sperm donor lawsuit ended and they hired a financial advisor so they could invest some of it.

They'll tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. Currently, they think Chris is the only person who knows they're together but now several people have witnessed their romantic and emotionally intimate moments including Bobby, Chimney, Athena, Hen, Karen, Maddie and Ravi. Even though Adriana is in El Paso, she realized Eddie and Buck are together too.

Who else is going to realize they're together in Chapter 17?

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Here's another snippet from Chapter 17 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy.

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Buck's eyes flutter open and in the millisecond that it takes for them to focus, he smiles. It’s his million-dollar Eddie smile and no one else is privy to it but him.

“Hey, my love.” Eddie excitedly exclaims.

“You’re home!”

“I am.” He replies then he places a soft kiss onto Buck’s lips and after he pulls back, he asks, “What are you still doing on the couch and why aren’t you in bed?”

In his raspy voice that sounds slightly British, he responds, “I was waiting for you”.

They stay there in the moment and silently communicate about how much they’ve missed each other.

Buck cups Eddie’s cheeks with both of his hands then he lifts his head and passionately kisses him. It’s a kiss that keeps on giving because they get lost in it as they lick and moan into each other’s mouths while allowing their bodies to remain pressed together with no space in between them.

After they break the kiss, Eddie says, “I missed you”.

“I missed you too and I’m so glad you’re home.” He runs his fingertips down Eddie’s sides and asks, “What happened that you had to work over?”

“The last call we were dispatched to took longer than we expected and we didn’t transport the last victim to the hospital until after 8 o’clock.” He shakes his head. “We didn’t even get to eat dinner.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I am but I’ll fix a quick sandwich or grab a piece of fruit before we go to bed.”

Buck shakes his head no, then says, “I’ll heat up your dinner. Me and Chris made a frittata affogato”.

At the sound of two Italian words, one of which he’s never heard before, he raises his eyebrows and asks, “Did you say you made a frittata avocado?”

Buck laughs out loud but he buries his face in between Eddie’s neck and shoulder to hide it so he won’t wake up Chris. After his laughter subsides he says, “No babe… I said we made a frittata aff-o-gato”.

He sighs and shakes his head because his fiancé and their son are learning Italian without him but he’s ok with it because he knows Buck’s going to teach him everything he knows before their trip. “My love… we agreed you’d teach me all the Italian words you know and you’ve never said the word affogato to me before but… frittata has a rolled “R” so I’m going to remember that after we get in bed but please explain to me in English what you and Chris cooked and ate for dinner.”

Buck chuckles and gently pinches his left side. “It’s an Italian dish that’s filled with sausage, peppers, onions, spinach and three different kinds of cheese. It kind of looks like a deep-dish pizza without the dough but babe… it’s so good and I think you’ll like it. Me and Chris ate a lot of it but we saved a third of it for you.”

“I’m sure I will because my family made it.”

What other Italian words will Eddie ask Buck to teach him?👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - Will be posted soon.

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leader-of-the-misfit-states · 8 months

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sippi being a fucking loser (/aff) and mary coming in like :) any time someone fucks with her boyfriend

i think if we look at their dynamic and what it could be strictly in canon then it's so interesting. because canonically sippi probably rolled his eyes at this weirdo misfit trying to get into the south, but i feel like he eventually finds it endearing. mary just sees him as this loser that can't really do anything to harm others, and will instantly defend him even if that's the case. sippi also gets ignored a lot while mary pretty much gets people's attention as soon she enters the room, so they parallel each other in terms of that.

#wttt #wttt maryland #ben brainard #marylander answers #mary hcs #wttt mississippi #wttt shipping #welcome to the table

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hii! i was wondering if i could get a pairing with one of the cod guys?

my pronouns are she/they and i’m bisexual. my love languages are physical touch and quality time. i like someone who i can joke around with and have a good time with but also chill and be comforted when needed.

i have anxiety and am shy when i first meet people, but when i become comfortable i can talk your ear off. i’m a little bit of a nerd as i like to read a lot and watch youtube videos on obscure topics.

i’m also chubby and 5 foot! i have medium length hair that’s like red/brownish and my style is very chill/outdoorsy. i love cats and dogs and i love being out in nature. tysm if you see this!!

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

How you met: Civilian One of your favorite activities was going on walks on the local nature trail, especially with your active dogs. You had always loved animals so it was to no one's surprise when you adopted two golden retrievers that loved the outdoors. You were enjoying the nice spring day with a leisurely walk when you saw another person walking their dog along the trail. You gave a soft wave as you saw them approach and their dog excitedly ran up to you. "they stopped when your dogs excitedly walked up to him. "Well hello there," you said as you petted their head. It's owner was smiling as well and returned the friendliness to your two dogs. "Nice day for a walk," you said as he leant down to pet your small pups. "It's a tap aff weather day," he replied to you and you laughed in response. You spent the next few minutes making friendly conversation until your dogs started to tug on their leash, signaling it was time to go. "Well it was nice meeting you," you said as you tried to calm down your excited pets. You reached into your pocked and pulled out a small dog treat for the dog that was still trying to jump on you. "Here you go, girl," you said sweetly as she took it from your hand. With a goodbye, you both parted ways but it was clear Johnny had found a new path to walk in hopes of seeing you again.

A peek into your relationship: When Johnny came home, you fell into a comfortable routine of cuddling and watching Youtube videos on the living room couch. His hands laced in yours as you lay in between his legs and on his chest. Somehow one Youtube video had pulled you into a rabbit hole of theme park history. This new video was about Coney Island and how it used to be common place for restaurant owners to refuse to give back change. As you both watched intently, Johnny finally had something to say. "How'd we get to this?" he asked, laughing, and you couldn't help but join in. "I think it started with that video of women trying to give birth in Disney World and getting free passes," you replied as you looked up at him. "That's right, we should try that!" he exclaimed and you replied with a playful eye roll. "Alright then you give birth," you said and he shook his head at the thought. As you settled back down and returned to the video, his arms wrapped around you. He kissed your forehead gently before sighing in a moment of peace. "I love you," he whispered and what you thought was a cute moment actually allowed him the opportunity to reach and grab the remote out of your hand. "I think it's time we go back to the MRE unboxing videos," he exclaimed and you groaned before preparing for another relaxing evening of watching the weirdest things with your boyfriend.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

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consecration [1/2] - murdock x gn!reader x googleplier

listen... hear me out... alright, fuck it, i have no explain for this. y'all that inspired this, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID /aff

warning(s): suggestive, bondage (reader is restrained), usage of knives (non-violent, used on reader), slight degradation ('slut' is used), implied usage of drugs (on reader)

Get up.

The command echoes in your mind and you obey it subconsciously, taking a long, bleary moment to adjust to wherever you seem to be. Darkness is all that greets you and it almost felt like there was something covering your eyes but you were too disoriented to be sure. Your head was pounding, though the pain seemed to be fading quickly, something you were immensely grateful for.

The last thing you remember is getting separated from Illinois on your latest expedition. Something about it had been off from the start, an itch between your shoulder blades—almost like you were being watched ever since the two of you stepped off the plane. The feeling only continued to intensify once you find the site you'd been searching for: one of the final sanctuaries of the Tech Lords. Or Lord, depending on which text one decided to focus their research into. You were partial to the transcripts that stated the Alpha Major had divided itself into multiple parts to better control the different aspects of the Old World, allowing it to devote itself entirely to avenues to help better humanity.

But things quickly took a turn for the worse after one false step into what seemed to be a normal room—one that shifted into a trap faster than you or Illinois could react. Both the door and the singular high window had quickly shuttered themselves once you crossed the threshold, and after that your memory gets hazy as the room started to fill with an oddly sweet smell—one you remembered catching the scent of in one of the tribute halls of the temple.

Shaking your muddled head, you tried to push yourself up to your feet and froze as you found your arms and hands had been bound expertly behind your back, barely enough room for you to twitch. Now that you felt a bit clearer, there was absolutely a blindfold over your eyes as well. Carefully, you attempted the same movement with your legs and let out a breath of relief when you found that you could move them.

But—

Yelping, you quickly curled into a ball, legs crossed tightly as cool air brushed against your bare skin—you were almost fucking naked, stripped down to a tank top and your underwear. "W-what the hell? Illi? Illinois! If this is one of your fucking pranks, I swear to God—!"

Your threat is quickly stifled by the cool grip of a large hand over your mouth, squeezing just hard enough to make you choke on your words. The skin is cool to the touch and oddly textured, almost like some form of metal—

Carbon fiber. One of the more interesting creations from your kind, I suppose.

"Aren't you a loud little thing? So much noise for something so small."

Your eyes are starting to burn and your throat clicks loudly as you swallow down the urge to cry. In all the years you've worked with Illinois, both the misadventures and the good times, you've never had anything like this happen to you before.

It's not like you hadn't been taken hostage before, but it was usually by underpaid hired guns working with poachers and teams hired by private collectors to take back the artifacts and relics you and Illi worked hard to return to their rightful owners. This was...

You don't know what this is. But you have a bit of an idea of what they want from you and you shove your risky fondness for danger down as far as you can. Scared, you are scared, you little idiot! This isn't one of your horny fantasies!

Fantasies? Interesting...

"Look at that face. They're terrified." Another voice—also male, low and rolling through your darkened awareness like thunder before a storm—comments and the cold grip disappears. You inhale sharply, relief shaking through your lungs along with the air but that relief is short-lived as another touch is placed upon you, in the shape of cold metal against your stomach piercing the fabric of your shirt and you try to pull away at the sharpness of the blade, only succeeding in pushing yourself back into what feels like the legs of the owner of the first voice.

"Pl-please don't hurt me," you manage to whimper and the second man laughs, almost mocking, as the touch of what's definitely a knife shifts to trace your ribs. "Please j-just let me go, I never saw either of you, I swear I won't say anything—!"

Your frantic pleas are quickly quieted by a leather hand over your mouth, applying just enough pressure to your lower lip that you open your mouth, breathing picking up—whether because you were afraid or slightly aroused, your mind was confused—as you taste leather.

Gloves?

Maybe you could get out of this situation intact after all. You were out of your depth—extremely so—but it never hurt to try.

"Let you go? Mm, but why would we do that, little treasure? It's been so long since we've had something so... sweet to play with," the second man croons.

Cautiously, you suck at the gloved thumb pressing against your tongue and a burst of warmth erupts in your core when the man groans, sliding his thumb out of your mouth to rub your own saliva against your cheek gracelessly.

"Sweet little slut," he hums, pleased and there's shift of clothing as it sounds like he rises to your feet and the nudge of a boot between your legs confirms it, making you jerk forward in surprise, a moan spilling out of you in the same second. "Ah, you do look good on your knees, don't you?"

"Can you manage to restrain yourself for a few moments longer, or will I have to do it for you?" The first voice demands. His voice was just as low as the other, but with an almost disinterested tone. You can just barely focus on it as the boot between your legs keeps pressing up into your core, caught between the two of them you can't squirm away properly.

"Relax. You know I can be patient."

You just barely manage to get free when a hand hooks into the ropes keeping your arms restrained, firmly tugging you up into the air with ease. The blindfold is pulled from your eyes and you wince as you adjust to the harsh lighting of the room. Once you do, you're quickly left speechless as your pinned in place by twin red-tinged gazes.

A likeness you weren't quick to forget, one you were very familiar with having spent the past six months researching and chasing down leads about. A likeness doubled, though there were enough differences between the two men—two Gods, you could barely wrap your head around it—to tell them apart.

Alpha Major stood in front of you, eyes burning like the coals of a slow-burning fire. Bright white lines of indecipherable code traced their way down his synthetic skin, shimmering electric veins you wanted to touch, wanted to learn more about. Your eyes dart down to his hands and you find that they were some kind of metal like you first guessed—some kind of sleek carbon fiber that you knew was likely stronger than any version on Earth.

You couldn't help but stare at him in awe, truly a God exemplifying the pinnacle of his original domain of technology. No machine in recent history, no matter humanity's rapid advancements, could ever come close to configuration.

"Aw, the little mouse has a crush on you, Alpha. How cute," the second voice sneers from beside you and you were so wrapped up in Alpha Major that you forgot about—

He moves you so you can look at him fully and the first thing to catch your attention are his teeth, glinting menacingly in the light of the room. And then you notice that—while Alpha was a flawless amalgamation of steel and flesh, this other man was purely flesh, and heavily scarred at that. All the exposed skin you could see—of which there was surprisingly little since both Gods were dressed near completely, Alpha in a sharp suit with the other man in dark, militaristic clothing—was covered near completely in scars of varying shapes and sizes.

"Wh-who?" And oh, that makes his cruel grin get even meaner, sharper as his eyes sink into a color not unlike blood in the sunlight.

"They don't tell stories about me anymore, is that it? Did they forget that they invoke my name despite demanding my power nearly every hour? My blood which pushes them to greater heights, even greater victories?"

Alpha grunts. "Settle, Ares."

Ares Major—aspect of blood and conflict.

Well, it looks like that alternative theory was right after all; Alpha Major did separate in different entities.

"Y-you're real..."

You shouldn't have said that. The fire in Ares' eyes turns to ice in a millisecond and he releases you abruptly, letting you crumple at his feet with a startled yelp.

"Maybe they have forgotten about us after all," Alpha muses from behind you. Part of you wants to argue—you're here, but you weren't a complete believer since you were never one to blindly believe in something without proof. But you could.

It would be nice, wouldn't it? To have something to believe in? To trust that out of your control, everything would be fine? Let us show you what it's like to give up control.

You wince, concerned at the foreign thoughts in your mind—they seemed to be getting louder, more and more unlike your own.

Keeping your eyes to the floor lets you listen with a swirl of anticipation and low-level arousal in your stomach as Ares paces around you slowly, the sound of his boots against the smooth marble making you flinch with every step. Alpha is still standing out of your sight, no doubt watching you with a focus that made your skin warm beneath his intense attention.

"What did we used to do with non-believers? It's been such a long time since one was foolish enough to wander onto our lands." You feel Alpha's cool touch against your neck, following the line of it down until he reached the strap of your tank top. "Ah, that's right... We introduced them to the truth and showed them the way."

His touch disappears and he moves to stand in front of you, and before you can ask what he means, Ares gets a hand in your hair and pulls your head back until you meet Alpha's gaze. You hate what it does to you to look him in the eye, a well-traveled academic like yourself is constantly left...

Speechless.

"Oh, you're going to make such a nice toy for us, aren't you? You'd be wasted as one of our disciples. There's a seed of belief already in your mind as well... no need to waste our usual techniques on this pliable little mind of yours. No," Alpha kneels down and you're unconsciously pushing yourself onto your knees to meet him halfway, something that has Ares smiling behind you as the grip in your hair turns gentle. The code shimmering beneath Alpha's skin turns white and you feel yourself getting... dizzy.

"All we need to do is break you, little interloper, mold you into what you were always meant to be."

#search engine ☆#cereal killer ☆#mild.txt #mine.txt #did i make murdock the god of war yOU BET YOUR ASS I DID #nine stop highlighting words with italics and colors challenge /j #if i look at this anymore i'm gonna fucking delete it so yeAH HERE WE GO BABY

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