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lcvecove · 2 months ago

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៹࣪ ៸៸ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐓 ꒱꒱

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 what I think attending a race weekend with your f1 boyfriend would be like . . .

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fem!reader. just fluff. maybe some suggestive dialogue. flirting. 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. charles leclerc , lando norris , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , oscar piastri , pierre gasly . . .

ೀ ⋆ 𝒄harles 𝒍eclerc

he insists you wear some of his ferrari merch or the stuff he knows the team sent you. if you show up in a non-ferrari outfit, he’ll pout until you cave. he loves all your outfits and thinks you’re the most beautiful girl no matter what you wear but he needs his girl in red on race weekend.

you’d be standing with the team, chatting with someone from hospitality in a black skirt and cute top, and as soon as he spots you, it’s all, “where’s the red baby? no jacket today? not even the cap?”

and he’s half-joking but also not.

so you’d roll your eyes, dig through your tote bag, and throw his hoodie on and immediately he’s satisfied.

he’ll secretly take pictures of you when you’re not looking. wearing his oversized windbreaker with sunglasses on, sitting in the back of the garage like a damn queen, and saves them in a hidden album titled “mon ange.” most of your insta pics from race weekend if from this folder (if he feels generous enough to share them with the rest of the world and not gatekeep them)

and when a fan posts a blurry picture of you two holding hands post-quali and captions it “power couple in red,” he sends it to you with a heart and a “we look good, non? i love when we match outfits”

he totally gets all soft and boyish whenever you’re in team gear. like you’re his little good luck charm in red.

charles isn’t really big on pda at the paddock, but his hand always finds yours when you’re walking together. pinkies linked, fingers brushing. he makes sure you’re close to him and can keep up while walking into the chaos of the weekend.

when you attend he has to kiss you before every practice/quali/race. right cheek, left cheek, forehead. it’s a thing. can so see this being filmed by someone and it blows up cause everyone just thinks it’s the cutest thing. pierre commenting “he never kisses me like this before a race😒” and charles responding with “it’s wifey privileges😇”

he writes your initials on the inside of his gloves in marker. it’s not a big thing, no one knows but you and him. but before every race, he looks down at them and kisses them.

if a commentator ever tries to stir drama about your presence being a “distraction” charles shuts that shit down instantly. “she’s my calm. not a distraction. if anything, I drive better when she’s here.”

late night after race day, when it’s all over and he’s showered and in a hoodie with damp hair, he pulls you into his lap and murmurs, ��I like this part the best. just us. no cameras. no noise.”

ೀ ⋆ 𝒍ando 𝒏orris

lando would try to be lowkey about you coming to the race but he would fail miserably because he just looks so much more happy and excited and everyone wants to know what’s going on that has him in this good of a mood until eventually they see you walk into the paddock on saturday and everything makes sense all of a sudden.

if you wear his number on your outfit (especially in a subtle, fashion-y way), he will always post it on his story. a close up pic of your shoulder with the little ‘4’peeking out and the caption: “best looking fan in the paddock”

lando loves loves loves a pre-race nap with you. he’s so clingy about it. burrito’d in the duvet, face smushed into your neck, hair all messy, mumbles like, “don’t leave. you have to stay until my alarm. it’s science”

hates all the attention he’s getting from everyone but with you there it’s a little more bearable.

if the race doesn’t go as planned, he goes straight to his driver room and you’d be unsure what to do at first, choosing to give him some space but he texts you and tells you to come to him.

and the two of you just stay in there for a bit. cuddled up together. you’re not saying anything, not trying to make him feel better, just letting him be whatever he needs to be for a bit.

“you still proud of me?” he’d mumble after a while and when you answer with a reassuring “always” he already feels ten times better

loves that you get on with the rest of the grid’s girlfriends so much but is such a little baby about not having all your attention on him

“we have to do something about all our girls sneaking around to see each other man. we’re losing them. they’ve unionized. she said ‘I’ll meet you after quali’ and then disappeared into wag dimension” he’d complain to the guys at the drivers parade

“what? you upset that she’d rather hang out with the girls than give you back rubs?” carlos teases and lando shrugs “yes actually”

he’s a slut for forehead kisses before he gets in the car. will literally lean down and go, “give me the magic touch,” and tilt his head like a puppy until you do it.

ೀ ⋆ 𝒄arlos 𝒔ainz

carlos constantly thinks you’re hungry. doesn’t matter if you just ate. if he walks into hospitality and sees you without a snack or drink in hand, he’s immediately like, “did you eat? what did you have? that’s not enough. I’ll get you something”

he keeps an extra water bottle on hand just for you. even on race day when he has a million things going on, he’ll pause and be like, “drink some water, mi amor. It’s hot today”

so protective in the paddock. always walks a little in front of you to shield you from cameras, media, random people rushing around.

one time a cameraman brushed your shoulder trying to squeeze past and you stumbled just slightly. carlos caught your waist immediately, steady and quiet, eyes flicking up with that calm but don’t test me look and muttering a soft “careful” to the man. not rude. not loud. just firm enough to say this is my girl. watch where you’re going.

carlos is a post session cuddler. he showers, throws on a hoodie, and climbs right into bed with his head on your stomach. ‘just for five minutes’ is what he always says but will wake up 40 minutes later and be like, “okay, now I’m ready to go to dinner”

uses you as his personal belongings holder while he races. will put his sunglasses on your head and his watch around your wrist. tell you to, "keep 'em safe for me 'til I come back okay?" with a kiss to your head before he jumps in the car.

will make you have little ‘taste tests’ with him rating the paddock/hospitality food. you guys have little favourite dishes from countries all over the world.

ೀ ⋆ 𝒍ewis 𝒉amilton

when lewis knows you’re attending a race with him, he makes sure the team knows so you get VIP treatment the whole weekend.

right there next to his crew, there’s a sleek black seat with your name stitched into the back and next to it is a smaller seat for roscoe. you and roscoe chill next to each other and cheer him on together.

someone will come up to you every thirty minutes or so and ask if they can get you anything. will bring you water and your favourite snack unrequested and when you try to protest they’ll just say the boss insisted on it and they’re not about to get on his bad side.

lewis is of course known for his high fashion in the paddock, but he also loves matching outfits with you. not the whole thing maybe, you both have your seperate tastes and styles but maybe you’ll always colour code. or wear the same sneakers! and roscoe will have the same colour bow tie or jacket or something.

when lewis has braids done, he’ll sometimes ask you to tie them back for him before he heads to the car or during race weekends. it’s such a sweet moment because, while he’s incredibly independent and most of his race rituals are isolated, he enjoys having that little moment with you before things get hectic. it’s something personal and intimate.

similar to carlos he’ll have you hold his accessories. put his chain around your neck and his rings on your fingers until he’s done racing.

there are so many pics/vids of the two of you on lewis’ scooter just zooming around in the paddock. nearly running over people or one of you falling off and laughing. you guys will do the ‘track walk’ on the scooter and maybe he’ll let you control it. make jokes about you’re racing skills. “aw you went outside track limits there baby, gonna get us a penalty” he’d tease with a kiss against your head.

likes it when you drive to the track cause he’s gonna be driving all weekend and it’s nice to just shut his brain off a little before the hectic day starts.

has you name tattooed on his chest right over his heart and your name on his helmet.

ೀ ⋆ 𝒐scar 𝒑iastri

this boy loses you constantly over the weekend😭 let’s blame it on you a tiny bit for just being so interested in everything that you walk a bit slowly sometimes or your attention gets caught and you’ll stop for a split second and when oscar turns to look at you, you’re gone.

half of his netflix clips are just ‘man I lost my girlfriend again. I never know where this girl is’

it’s become a bit of a running joke in the mclaren garage cause oscar will poke his head in every room and be like ‘have you seen my gf?’ the crew starts putting up reward flyers for when you’re found

but this is how his little handholding habit started. he constantly reaches for your hand or loops his finger in your belt loop to ensure the two of you don’t wander away from one another.

can see you losing your lipgloss once in the paddock and ever since then oscar has gone full airport dad mode every time you leave the paddock. ‘you have your phone? lipgloss? glasses? jacket?’ and will run through the little checklist until he’s sure you have all your possessions.

will make sure the two of you actually spend time together when you’re there. don’t get me wrong he’s 100% focused on racing still, but every free moment he has you guys are watching your show together or playing board games or something. just makes such an effort to actively spend time with you.

the two of you take a photo before every race (if you’re there) it started as a little habit for his mom because she’d always ask for a picture of the two of you over the weekend and since then you just always take a picture and it’s pretty sweet to think you’ll have your memories captured at most races he competes in during his career.

ೀ ⋆ 𝒑ierre 𝒈asly

the #1 reason pierre brings you is so that he has someone to blame when he’s late to events. he’s chronically late as charles exposed and whenever someone calls him he’ll just say he’s waiting on you 😭

like charles calling him before dinner and asking why he’s late and he just goes “my girl takes forever to get ready you know by now” with a wink towards you and a kiss against your palm when you slap him for his antics.

this man is not afraid of pda. arm around your waist, thumb stroking your hip. holding your hand while walking through the paddock. hand on your thigh in the hospitality tent. always touching you in some way. and if anyone chirps him? “what, i’m french. we’re affectionate”

he gives you an important job. pierre claims you’re vital to his race prep, even if it’s just handing him his water bottle or double-checking his suit zipper. “don’t forget to give me my good luck tap, baby. left shoulder, always. if I crash, it’s on you and my mechanics will blame you” he’d tease and even tho he’s just joking he loves how serious and focused you are when you do that left side tap.

he’ll jokingly narrate your every move. walking up to the garage? “and here she comes, the love of my life, looking like a goddess on this sunny grand prix morning” you’re just holding his coffee and shaking your head, but it’s gets filmed and the fans are obsessed with how cute you two are.

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gamora-borealis · 1 year ago

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here's the thing. to outsiders it may seem like we're excited because "phan is real!!" or whatever. but they don't know... it's not about that. phan has been real this entire time. there's always been evidence that dan and phil were together, more or less (more evidence than I think some people realize). the reason phan™ is such a big deal is because two silly gay boys met online in 2009, but their fame quickly outgrew their comfort zone and they quickly went back in the closet. dan was so traumatized from being bullied in school that he had a public meltdown on tumblr in 2012 insisting he was straight after some very private stuff leaked (that he insisted was a unused prank). after going to therapy and meeting so many queer fans on tour, dan slowly began to hint again that he was queer. but it still took them until 2019 to officially come out! and like. dan essentially confirmed that yes all the public online flirting back in 2009/2010 between him and phil was very real and that they were "more than just romantic" at that point and were currently "real best friends, life companions, and soulmates." but that was it, they weren't going to share any more. which is perfectly fine, but some of that definitely had to do with dan wanting to explore himself outside of the Dan and Phil™ brand (which unfortunately he got fucked over by the pandemic and by YouTube in the process). however they did eventually make a very cute announcement that they had bought and designed a new house together. and bit by bit they started making some more coupley jokes about each other here and there and sharing glimpses of a bedroom with both of their stuff in it, though it was still fairly subdued. but then dan finally got to go do his solo comedy tour and when he came back, shit suddenly CHANGED. 2023 was wild. they brought back their joint gaming channel they hadn't touched in five years since just before they came out. and they basically started the public flirting again??? this time on camera??? maybe not as direct as the 2009 stuff at first but. it's definitely been building up close to it. and then Dan finally releases his comedy special for free on YouTube. Phil writes a gushy tweet about it. and dan just replies with 🧡. ...except for within a larger birthday tweet in 2023, dan had not used a heart emoji for phil since like... 2010??? and then suddenly he screenshots this interaction and POSTS IT ON HIS YOUTUBE COMMUNITY TAB with the caption "gay" and a link to his special. like. this isn't about confirmation... the people who have been saying that they probably aren't together or that you shouldn't think or wonder if they are were like, the twitter morality police, ex-phannies, and generally clueless people. tumblr phannies clearly have known that they've been gay for each other for the past 15 years. but this whole "gay 🧡" incident is the first time Dan Howell has very publicly said something like this about his relationship while being "unapologetically gay" as a very public figure (there's been some magazine interviews that technically have come close but, nothing as direct as this). like that is so fucking huge??? that he and phil are finally comfortable enough online, on YouTube, and in life, to go there!!! as we are now approaching fifteen years of them together too!!! like, it's so nice to get to celebrate such a happy queer relationship and expression of queer joy. and dan has hinted that bigger stuff is coming too... like. yeah phan is real I guess 🙃

#phan #dan and phil #dnp #i was feeling some feelings.

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redwinewhiteroses · 9 months ago

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Physical connection with your future spouse 🧡 18+

Also a random note, almost all readings got at least one or more fertility/child/baby cards given we're doing the reading for physical/sexual connection. A lot of babymaking going on here 😭😂 I thought there was going to be a lot of passionate and kinky stuff but here we are, yall focussing on creating families. I love it either way 💗 That is interesting! 👶🩷

IMAGE 1 Girl and Roses

Sexual intimacy in your relationship is going to be in moderation, at least in the intial stages of your relationship. You are not going to be doing it too much or too little, there's this notion of abstinence, moderation and restriction when being intimate due to which you feel restricted in expressing your sexuality. Can be due to religious beliefs or cultural practices. Or maybe you had to wait till marriage, so you kinda struggle in the bedroom initially. Also for some of you it's possible that one partner is too domineering and controlling of intimacy and the other partner just tags along. There can be a difficulty in attributing emotions to sexual activity as well.

One partner can be a bit manipulative on getting what they want. So they may use their wit and control to charm the other person to just surrender to pleasing them and to fulfill their sexual needs. They will likely expect their partners to take control and to just be so passionate, protective and fiery in bed. There can be manipulation and kinks too and a tendency to fulfill their own sexual fantasies through the other selfishly.

Also it will happen a lot with the intention of making a baby. You will put a lot of efforts, time and energy into making a baby. So you will do it routinely with the desire to make a baby. It will happen very passionately and that phase of your physical relationship will feel very new and lively and both will feel a lot better with intimacy and put a lot of effort into making it more pleasurable. So it's kinda like you struggle in the beginning but after a while you decide to make a baby and things get spicy, passionate and fulfilling all of a sudden. Also physical and sexual intimacy will be something that creates a foundation to your marriage in a way.

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Physical intimacy with your future spouse is very abundant. Both will be givers. Both partners' priority will be to give and to please and they are going to be very generous with it. They could be serving you in the bedroom in a way. Giving away every bit of themselves to please and care for the other. There's also a good balance of earthly pleasure and emotions. As much as you want the others' body, you also want their love and romance. You both will be comfortable doing it. Also there's a lot of mutual respect in your physical relationship and also a lot of gratitude in your hearts for getting to share that blissful experience with each other. You will do it for the purpose of babymaking too. You will enjoy the experience and there will be a lot of innocent joy and fun doing it. Not tainted with lust but driven mostly by romance and love. Also there's a lot of spontaneity in your physical relationship, yall are excited for all the new things you could do with each other.

So you will have a good physical relationship and one that will stay fresh and new for a long time. If one of you struggle with something when expressing yourself sexually, your partner will patiently wait for you. If you are bad at performing some sexual activity initially, they won't shun you, they will be so gentle and comitted to having better results eventually and most importantly they will match your pace. Also you would likely be interested in having babies with your fs. Also you could do it wayy into old age, even when you are gray and old😄😭 but still there will be the same joy and anticipation to it. What physical intimacy means to you will never lose its meaning.

There will be a lot of romantic gestures, dates and going to parties together. Movie dates and holiday romance, a lot of idealistic love. Also there will be true commitment and a lot of clinginess. You will do romantic things to keep each other interested. Also for some, you will do romance to stop your partner from getting bored, could be fear driven and could have abandonment issues. Or simply you guys will never let the romance fade away. Your romance could go well into the future, even after many many years the spark between you will be intact.

IMAGE 3 A Group of Fairies

First of all, you can have kids with your fs. Like it's very possible. Also this is going to be only for a very very few of you, there could be a situation regarding custody of your children. You could have a very positive physical relationship with your fs. You will be all over each other because you crave skin to skin contact. A lot of touching and cuddling and bonding with physical senses is possible. You will make love while travelling, driving, car sex, a lot movement when doing it. Also riding can be a favorite position. There's a lot of enthusiasm in sexual intimacy, I think you use it as a remedy to dissolve the unpleasant feelings away. Physical intimacy could very well be something that frees you from the burdens you carry. It is something that helps you get rid of the troubles of the day. Healing to the mind and body is what it is for you.

Pregnancy is a hundred percent in the cards in this group, so physical intimacy will most definitely lead to that. Again there's a sense of freedom in sexuality in this group. It's possible you indulge in those experiences a lot and there's a lot of love and joy. True celebration of the mind, body and soul.

Physical intimacy will be very gentle, protective, nurturing and comfortable. There will be a strong emotional bond and not just pleasure; a lot of romance, love and support for each other. Pleasing the senses, a lot of foreplay, kissing and cuddling all those will happen in abundance.

Both partners could just admire each other all the time. Caressing each other softly, slow kisses and gentle touches. A soft romance🩷

Also you could mostly be intimate at home, in familiar places. Getting cosy in your home, cuddling under blankets and hugging each other kinda love. Also you could have outdoors sex, in your garden on the grass😭✨️ There's variety, fun and lot of warmth in this group.

Also you could be like friends, friendly banter, flirting, making each other laugh, these kinds of silly behaviour builds up the sexual tension. A lot of celebrating, eating and drinking, enjoying luxury, going on multiple honeymoons or holiday getaways just to stay in and make love is very possible. You could be having fun like friends and you will suddenly impulsively be devouring each other. Also there will be a lot of creativity and high energy in sexual intimacy. Passion for you is just a snap of a finger away from romance and fun. You will be a very lively couple, very homely but also outdoorsy. You will be passionate whenever and wherever.

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So yall are true romantics at heart but I think you hide it. Or it feels like too much flirty feelings brewing inside but you don't express all of those to your partner. I think there's some holding back and feeling like yall can't express the true depth of your feelings. It can also mean the romance between you two is overwhelming in some way.

There's energy and aggression in your sexual energy. Your physical relationship with each other can have major themes of obsession and addiction with each other. For some it can mean your entire perspective on sexuality is going to be challenged and changed within this relationship. And for others I think there's a feeling of lacking safety in your physical relationship. I think there can be aggressive sex, chaotic themes sorrounding your physical relationship with your fs. Control issues, jealousy, anger and some unhealthy attachment is all possible here. It's passionate and wild, there's a lot of sweet romantic feelings hidden away but on the surface the sexual energy will manifest as absolute chaos and destruction. Pain and pleasure is equally present in your physical relationship.

Also one partner can lack confidence and experience in matters of the bedroom and they are the pillow princess/prince. Also one partner can lack commitment when it comes to pleasing their partner. Or it could be that both are more focussed on their own pleasure. Sleeping on your potential came to mind. There's a lot of room to have a fulfilling physical relationship but it seems like yall are not taking a chance, even when you do it's devoid of romance and mostly driven by lust. There are feelings hidden beneath the surface but you are not giving the best you can in expressing them productively. I think your physical relationship is in a way focussed mainly on fulfilling sexual needs and not on bonding with each other emotionally.

Tell me if the reading resonated with you. I'd love to know your thoughts on this reading. Take care lovely people! ✨️

#love tarot reading #tarot love #tarot reading #tarot #tarot cards #tarot love reading #love reading tarot #love reading #fs reading #future spouse reading #future spouse tarot #18+ mdni #18+ tarot #relationship reading

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rivalsispunk · 4 months ago

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Professor O'Hara

Professor!Declan O’Hara x AFAB reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, cursing, age gap romance (unidentified, reader is legal and in university), mention of male appendages, mention of male and female orgasm, pussy pronouns, smut smut SMUTTTT, slight brat tamer Declan, light bondage

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Summary: Your university professor is looking a lil' too good, but he doesn't appreciate you teasing him mid-lesson.

Today, Professor Declan O’Hara’s opted for a more casual look, a little removed from the sports coats and ties he usually wears to teach. No, today it’s brown slacks and boots paired with a Levi’s denim button down that’s splayed open at his collarbone, tufts of dark chest hair creeping up the bare skin there. He always looked good, but his current outfit elicits murmurs of appreciation that rifle through the classroom as he speaks passionately about — God, you don’t even know what. You’re no better than your peers, stuck lustfully on the whole chest hair situation.

“That’s all for today, guys,” Declan eventually announces, and the sound of shuffling of feet and closing of textbooks is almost immediate. Then comes your name leaving your professor’s lips, all drenched in that delicious Irish lilt of his while he stuff his belongings into his briefcase.

“Can you stay behind a few minutes?” he asks flatly. “I just have some feedback for you about your midterm essay.”

You nod curtly at his request, trying not to let a grin escape your rolled lips.

“God, that sounds grim,” one of your classmates whispers as you stand from your seats in the front row. “I’ll meet you in the quad in ten minutes?”

You glance from her to Declan, then back to your friend. “How about I catch up with you later? This might take a while.”

Because what she doesn’t know, what nobody knows, is that your professor has no intention of discussing any coursework with you. You and him are both well aware you’re hardly in need of feedback when it comes to your studies. No, what Declan wanted from you was far more intimate than a discussion about notes in the margin of a page.

The first time you laid eyes on Declan in the flesh was orientation week of your final year of university, when campus was buzzing over the news that a TV star had joined the faculty, the famed journalist and TV host’s name on everybody’s lips. You, for one, were thrilled to see his name on your schedule, Declan — Professor O’Hara — now taking this term’s advanced media ethics lecture. Growing up, you loved watching his BBC program, then followed his career when he made the leap to Corinium. Now that Venturer was an up and running well-oiled machine, Declan decided to take a step back from the network for a term to add teaching to his resume. He felt he ought to try his hand at shaping the next generation of journalists, and as a budding one yourself, having someone so experienced and respected in the industry was just what you needed to give you the leg up in your future career. You’d arrived at the first class exceptionally early, eager to get a front row seat. You’d poured through all of the compulsory readings and stuck it out through the optional chapters too, so you were prepared if Declan called on you. Given the excitement over his arrival, you’d expected at least a few other students to have the same idea as you, but when you swung through the ornate timber door, the lecture hall was empty, cold. Aside from Declan O’Hara, who ignited the room with a lopsided smile at the sight of his first student. It warmed you from head to toe and spread to far more sinister places as you took in his form, so much taller and handsome than you’d anticipated after years of watching him on a grainy television screen.

That smile was the first of many you’d share as the weeks of classes unfolded and though he’d never let it slip, you very soon became his favourite pupil. Switched on, intelligent and mature beyond your years, it was no wonder he’d first thought you were another staff member when you entered his classroom. He’d hoped you didn’t notice his smile falter after you introduced yourself and took a seat in the front row of the tiered seating, solidifying your status as a student. If you were another faculty member, he could get away with flirting. He could go about his lectures without fumbling over his words because you giggled quietly at something your friend had whispered to you, a grin pinching a beautiful flush on your cheeks.

You were a student. He was a professor. There were rules about that. Rules Declan knew he should uphold. That he tried to uphold. But after weeks of you being so fucking smart (a turn-on for Declan if there ever was one), after you’d signed up for his optional professor-led study groups and blown your peers out of the water, after one session ran particularly late, leaving just you and Declan once the other students ditched for other plans, those rules went completely out the stained glass window of the library room you were sat in. You were all hands and crashing mouths, a tidal wave of tongues and knowing smiles, not unlike the one Declan is giving you now as you wait for the last few students to trickle out of the room.

“Get on the desk,” he says as soon as the door creaks shut with a heavy thud.

“What?” You’re taken aback at his demand, eyes darting wildly between him, the desk and the door. “Right here? Anyone could walk in.” At least when you hooked up in his office, the room could be locked.

“Yes, right here,” he confirms flatly. He rounds the desk…. Stalks towards you, forcing you backwards until the backs of your thighs hit the cool timber. “You don’t get the privilege of privacy when you’ve been sat there taunting me with your bare pussy.” He cups you roughly under your mini skirt and you gasp at the sudden contact.

You’d purposely gone without underwear today, knowing full well that from his spot at the front of the hall, Declan would have the perfect view. However, you didn’t think he’d noticed. He’d remained his usual poised and charming self the whole hour, eyes occasionally meeting yours for a fleeting second, no differently to any other student.

Oh, but he’d noticed. As soon as he launched into his introduction into the intersection of culture in media, you’d spread your knees just so, holding in a moan as the cool air hit your core. Declan’s cock jumped to life behind his slacks but he kept on with his train of thought, although the remainder of the class came from behind the cover of his desk.

“You think it’s cute to tease me like that when you know I can’t do anything about it?” he growls down at you, hand unwavering despite the pool of arousal forming between you. You cant into his hand, desperate for friction against your bundle of nerves. You knew your little act of rebellion would infuriate him, get him riled up to the point he’d be unforgiving with you. Still, you feign dumb, peering up at him through your thick eyelashes.

“Hmm? Do you?”

“No,” you say quietly, writhing to no reprieve.

“No, what?”

“No, Declan.”

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, already dark eyes almost black. “No, what?”

“No professor,” you relent, the title he loves so much falling out amid a sigh.

Declan’s moustache quirks, satisfied. “Good girl.” Then he sinks his thick middle finger into you, right to the knuckle, immediately probing your G-spot. He repeats the movement over and over, drawing barely-there whimpers from you. Once he’s warmed you up, he slips an additional finger in and his thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with every pump of his wrist.

“Oh, God,” you whisper, legs seconds away from buckling as Declan speeds up. His lips come to brush your own, gently, and you keen into his touch, needing a taste of him. But just as quickly as he leaned in, he’s rearing back. As he does, he withdraws his fingers from you, taking a pathetic whine with it.

You’d slap the smug grin off his face if it wasn’t so goddamn sexy.

“Teasing’s not so fun when you’re on the receiving end of it, is it, darlin’?”

Takes fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on yours, drags them out at what should be an illegally slow pace with a pop. The act is so simple yet so inherently sexual, you watch him in such awe, as if he’s just defied gravity right in front of you.

“So sweet, f’me,” he whispers, then jerks his chin at you. “On the desk. I’m not asking this time.”

You do as he says, hoisting yourself up so you’re teetering on the edge, ignoring the scuffling of shoes and chatter buzzing in the hallway. Declan fills the space between your thighs, his hips nudging them even more widespread as he brings his mouth to yours. His moustache grazes like steel wool on your upper lip, his tongue fighting for purchase against your own, the taste of yourself mingling with the hazy aftermath of the cigarette Declan huffed down before class. His hands have a tight grip on either side of your faces until one comes to fist your hair at the back of your neck, scalp tingling as he snaps your head back to lick a stripe up your throat. You’re writhing on the desk now, needing Declan to fucking touch you down there while he sucks a kiss into your pulse.

“Are you gonna behave now and stop being a prick tease?” he wants to know

“Depends,” you counter. “Are you going to stop being a prick and let me come?”

Cheeky fucking girl, Declan thinks and, as if he couldn’t get any harder, his dick strains against his trousers, battling his zipper. “I’ll take that as a no then.”

Dropping to his knees, he pays no mind to the pain that shoots up his back when his joints hit the hardwood floors. His hands grip your knees, pushing them apart as far as they’ll go as he begins the assault on your cunt. You can’t keep up as he alternates between nibbling and sucking your clit like he’s been starved for weeks and you're the only thing to cure his famine. Your hands are pitched against the desktop behind you, steadying yourself while you lean backwards so Declan has full access as he relentlessly laps you up.

“Declan,” you pant, still jerking your hips to meet his mouth. “So good.”

He smiles against your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit harder, faster, as two of his thick fingers press back into your hole.

“Oh, fuck.” The combination of tongue and fingers pushes you closer to the edge, pins and needles rippling through your toes. “Declan… Gonna come,” you seethe through ragged breaths, eyes closing at the pleasure mounting deep in your stomach. You’re nearly there, on the brink of your orgasm wracking through you and—

Nothing.

Your climax recedes, your cunt immediately missing Declan’s warm mouth when he pulls back and cool air stings your moist centre. Again, you whine, this time at being denied the ecstasy that was right there. Your eyes flutter open and you glare at him, brows drawn together, silently asking what the fuck? Declan leers back up you, moustache glistening with your slick.

“I asked if you were going to behave.”

“Declan—professor—I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll—” “Too late for that, love. You’ll come when I tell you to come, and not a second before,” he tells you, voice gravelly as he stands, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. “Got it?”

You nod incessantly, head bobbing so quickly you’re surprised it doesn’t fall off. Whatever, anything, as long as he just keeps touching you.

“Alright, then. Stand up. Face the blackboard.”

Scrambling, you follow his instructions, staring at his notes from class scrawled in chalky handwriting. You’re already wobbly on your feet, both from the orgasm stolen away from you and your nerves, as you remember the fact that anybody could walk in at any given moment. If you got caught, you’d get expelled. Declan would be fired. Not to mention he’s married. But right now, you can’t find it in you to care, not when the jingle of his belt buckle echoes through the empty classroom and he yanks your hands together at the base of your spine. Soft leather wraps around your wrists, and you gasp, pussy clenching, then hiss when Declan pulls the belt so tight it wears against your bones.

“Be good,” he snips from behind you, quietly, his hands coming to rake your hair over your shoulder before his fingers start trailing feather-light lines down the back of your black, skin-tight sweater. The gesture is intimate, soft. Relaxing if not for your heart galloping in your chest, shattering against your ribs. He roams to the front of your body, bearish hands pawing at your tits as he ruts his steely cock against your arse cheeks. “Been absolutely aching for you all mornin’,” Declan whispers against the shell of your ear while he kneads your chest. “Seeing you so wet f’me… Couldn’t get that class over with fast enough.” As soon as the words come to a halt, a hand goes to the base of your neck and snaps you forward so you’re bent in half, right cheek flush against Declan’s desk. The eye closest to the timber waters, squashed half-closed in the position as you stare at the ginormous door that taunts you while your professor yanks your green skirt over your arse, brandishing it with a slap that wracks your entire body. “Little fucking brat.”

The slaps stings your skin but feels so fucking good at the same time, your arousal sticking the apex of your thighs together. Declan doesn’t sooth the pain with a soft hand or a kiss where a raised, red handprint is undoubtedly forming, just unzips his slacks, the generally mundane sound deafening as you await the inevitable.

Declan watches your body rise and fall with heaving breaths, his cock, sprung free of his boxers, a hardened red rod aimed directly for your weeping cunt. The pre-cum that’s formed at his top glistens under the hall’s fluorescent lighting, and he uses his palm to spread it down his length, pumping languidly, once, twice, before lining himself up at your hole. You drag your teeth over your bottom lip, feeling him just inches away from where you need him most. He’s stalling, if only for his own gratification. You can practically feel him grinning when you groan, your bound hands pulsing helplessly in the air as you try to reach for him.

“What do you need, love?” Declan asks.

“Need you. Need you to fuck me,” you plead, wiggling your legs apart. “Professor, please.” It’s the please that does it for him, your begging single handedly burying Declan’s cock inside you to the hilt. You’re immediately full and fluttering around him, and he wastes no time in dragging himself in and out of your cunt at an unforgiving pace, his hands creating bruises at your hips while he snaps his own against your arse.

“Fucking missed this. Missed your tight pussy. Made just f’me,” Declan grunts, every word punctuated by each pump of his cock. You moan, completely pathetic and pliable for the older man hunched above you. Your eyes loll closed while your body slides against the desk with Declan’s rigorous movement. One of his hands comes to your cheek, sprawling flat palm pushing your head against the treated wood, completely deafening you on one side while your other ear is assaulted with grunts and expletives. “Good girl, fucking take it from your professor. You like that, huh?”

You nod, as much as you can under the weight of his hand, your moans a jumble of yes and please and don’t fucking stop I’m gonna come.

Declan’s close too, already tiring of the pedantic pace he’s set, and every single one of your whines threatens to tip him over the edge.

“You ready to come, darlin’?” he asks, though he knows you’ve been waiting and ready since you chose to go sans underwear this morning. Since you decided to tease him. “Go on, let me hear it.”

His permission is all you need to let go, a pathetic squeal wrapped in a fuuuuck tumbling from your lips as you spasm beneath Declan, sweat pooling between your tits, his fingernails digging crescents into the flesh of your hips. Not five seconds later, barbaric grunts sound above you as Declan shoots ropes of hot come inside you, your orgasm milking him of his own. The hand that had you pinned down comes to stroke your hair as your shuddering slows down, Declan sighing as his last drop seeps out of his swollen head.

“Jesus Christ,” he says, mourning the feeling of your warm cunt as he slips out. He gently slides your skirt back over your arse and undoes his belt from your wrists, quietly slipping it back through the loops around the waistband of his trousers. You remain facedown on the desk, waiting for instruction while your heart thrums down to a regular rate. Declan finds your forearms, gently lifting you to stand and face him. You both look completely fucked out, your mascara smudged one eye, sweat beading in the chest hair visible under his shirt, moisture seeping in the material where its covered.

Declan rakes his left hand over his face, wedding band glinting in the light when he drops his arm to remove a lazy smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

You shrug, trying to remain nonchalant despite the pride swelling in your chest at the backwards compliment. As you lean down to grab your bag from where you’d discarded it on the floor, you feel Declan begin to leak out of you. You shudder, partly from the aftershock of your climax, partly because of the fact you’ve been in here so long you’re going to have to go to your next class full of your professor’s come. Not to mention the whole no underwear situation.

“You got literature next?” Declan asks, as if he can read your mind. The comment’s casual, too, like he didn’t just fuck your brains out in the middle of a lecture hall.

“Yeah,” you respond, slipping your bag onto your shoulder. “Next building over.”

Declan nods, sly smile sliding onto his face. “Good. My office hours begin after that.”

“I know.” You’ve been making good use of those office hours for quite some time.

“Make sure you come by,” he tells you. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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blanketfort-motel · 1 month ago

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Trust The Damn Process.

I wish I could just post time-lapses of my art process but have no software or patience to set that up seeing as I just impulsively, absently work on 90% of the stuff I feel confident enough to post.

I’ve been back and forth on this one for like a week and a half cause I was so iffy about the original draft results but staring at it, taped to the wall across my room, helped me dissect what was off with it and now I’m SO HAPPY TO SHARE IT.

This will have a fully rendered version eventually, and I’m excited to compete it, but for now this draft pic will be my profile header… ngl I’m just so proud I was able to get it so close to what I initially visioned. I haven’t had any general muse for art in years but since finally rewatching supernatural? I’m cracking at the fucking seems with writing and art ideas.

I’m saving up for a proper art tablet or anything I can do digital art on cause I know I’d save so much time and produce so much more content for myself and whoever cares to peek at my work lol

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Thanks for taking interest in the Blanket Fort Motel! We’d love to see you again soon!

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osohchoso · 15 days ago

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Shattered Ice

Chapter Seven- Surprise!

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Class list | Chapter 8 coming soon!

Content: college au, hockey au, lots of fluff!! big brother Choso, you're both down so bad, a bit of violence

“Let me know when you're here,” you send the text to Choso as you add the finishing touches to your outfit. He was lucky enough to manage some free time before tonight’s game, meaning he would be able to have lunch with you and his brothers, like he hoped for. You were nervous to meet them and make a good impression; the younger generation can be ruthless.

After Choso’s surprise visit, your week vastly improved. While the heartache is still present, it feels significantly less now. Every day is a little better than the last. It also helps that you finally blocked Toji’s number and deleted any remaining traces of him in your phone. Leaving him in the past and focusing solely on the man who has shown more support than you believed possible.

Your friends have been great too. The night following your talk with Choso, you decided to share the story with your roommates as well. The three of you cleared all your plans that night, making it just for the girls. Sobbing over one too many glasses of wine, eating an absurd amount of snacks and watching every comfort movie on your list.

You felt lucky to have so many that cared for you.

You pick up that perfume bottle they gifted to you, happy to have it back in your possession while trying not to think about the night you reclaimed it. You bathe your skin in the familiar scent, letting out a deep exhale. Choso should be here any minute.

A knock on your front door echoes throughout the dorm, almost as if your thoughts summoned him. Excited, you rush to the entrance, pulling the door wide open.

He stands on the other side, dark jeans and a black crewneck with red drippy letters that say ‘Piercing Blood’ across the chest. His hair styled in the most perfect matching spikes known to man, his cheeks sporting the faintest hint of color when he looks at you.

“I told you to text me, I could have just met you downstairs,” you roll your eyes as you bend slightly to slip into your shoes.

“I know,” he shrugs. His eyes lazily track your movements as you adjust your clothes and sling a purse over your shoulder.

“I’m ready,” you announce, closing the door behind you and locking up. He leads you down the stairs and outside to the parking lot. The two of you make your way to his car, which he yanks the passenger door open, ushering you inside.

“Thanks,” you smile, sliding into the worn leather seat. He nods, slamming the door with enough force to shake the whole car.

You watch him walk around to the drivers side, taking note that he almost looks nervous. Was this a date? The thought quickly crosses your mind, but you push it away. There is no possible way it was, not when his three brothers would also be involved.

Choso turns the key in the ignition, the engine stuttering as it protests, his lips a tight line of annoyance. For a moment, you thought the car was finally done for. The old piece of junk eventually gives in, roaring to life. Choso relaxes into his seat, backing out of his parking space.

“Sounds like you need a new car,” you let out a small laugh.

“Yeah…I do.” He sighs. “I wish I could afford one right now, cars are so expensive. Even the used ones.” You nod in agreement. “But she’s gotten me this far and I know there's still got quite a bit of life left, don’t doubt her too much.” He lets out a hearty laugh, one hand patting the top of the dashboard.

“So…where are we going?” You ask, glancing out the window and watching the college buildings pass by.

“A small diner, it’s just outside of campus. Sukuna recommended it, it’s called Malevolent Kitchen. Sometimes we go there as a team after practice. They have the best burgers.” You hear his stomach growl at the mention of food. “But their other stuff is good too, and they serve breakfast all day if you're into that.”

“Sounds yummy,”

He wasn’t lying when he said it was close, just a quick drive off of university property, a left turn and there it was. A small white building with big windows, the restaurant name in bright red neon lights. It didn't appear busy at the moment either, only a few other cars in the lot. He parks the car and looks around.

“Looks like we are the first ones here.” He pulls his phone out to check his texts. “Eso’s last message said they were running a little behind, but they will probably be here soon.” He pockets the phone and turns his attention back to you. “Come on, let’s go grab a table.” You both exit the car and head in.

The diner was cute inside, resembling that retro aesthetic many similar places try to mimic. Checkered floors, teal walls and red leather booths. The front wall even had a few old-school arcade cabinets that appeared to be in excellent condition. Choso points to the large corner booth at the far end of the restaurant, plenty big enough for the five of you.

“After you,” he waves a hand toward the padded bench, allowing you to climb in first. Once you're comfortable, he sits on the end. His arm brushing against yours. His body felt stiff, his spine extended as he sat straight up, eyes constantly darting toward the entrance. His foot bouncing up and down, causing the table to shake with every movement.

“Are you nervous?” You ask, he hums and nods, still watching the entrance. His nerves only made you feel even more anxious. What if his brothers don't like you? Would he decide he no longer liked you, too? “Are you worried they won’t like me?” You accidentally vocalize your fears out loud. He whips his head to face you, his pigtails swaying with the quick motion, eyes wide.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” He tries to disarm your anxious thoughts. “I have no doubt they will love you! It’s just…” he trails off, closing his eyes tightly.

“Just what Choso?” You urge him to continue.

“They can be a handful sometimes. I just know the three of them will find some way to embarrass me.” He sighs, looking at you with big brown orbs.

A server walks over and interrupts the conversation, tossing a handful of menus onto the table. You grab one for yourself and scan the vast number of items the diner offers. Everything from gyros to pancakes. You notice how Choso doesn’t reach for a menu himself, his order probably memorized by the staff with his frequent visits.

“What can I get you to drink?” The waitress asks, smacking her gum loudly.

“Cherry cola for me. Bring a kid's chocolate milk and two regular colas for the others, and whatever she would like.” Choso looks over at you, signaling your turn to speak up.

“Just a water is fine with me,” the brightly colored pictures of the menu catch your eyes, urging you to add one last request. “Oh! Can I also get a vanilla milkshake, please? With two straws?” You smile at Choso. The waitress nods and writes down the orders on her pad of paper, tossing the bright white braid over her shoulder as she walks away.

“Oh? You decided to be nice and share with me?” Choso teases with a goofy smirk.

“Maybe…or maybe I just want two straws for myself so I can drink it faster.” You stick your tongue out at him. He starts to laugh but it quickly dies out in a choke as he catches sight of something at the front entrance.

“God dammit,” he groans, hiding his face in his palms. “I told those idiots not to do this.” The front door swings open, your eyes dart in that direction while Choso chooses to not look up or acknowledge their presence.

Three boys step inside the diner and look around for their older brother. You can hear the older of the two arguing loudly about whether they were at the wrong restaurant or not, clearly unable see him sitting next to you. This isn’t what is distressing Choso though. It’s what’s in their hands.

The oldest one is clutching strings that are attached to colorful balloons with one hand, the other holds a carefully wrapped box with a red ribbon. The middle brother has a plastic container of store-bought cupcakes and the smallest one was given the task of carrying a small envelope.

“They never listen” Choso continues to mumble into his hand, the tips of his ears turning bright red and you're sure his face matched the shade if only you could see it.

“Choso! Choso!” The youngest one darted away from the others, spotting Choso next to you in the booth. A blur of pink hair as the child, no older than six, ran straight toward your table. “Happy birthday, big brother!” Though he is small, his voice sure was loud, getting the attention of the few other patrons in the restaurant, causing them to turn and look.

Your jaw drops. His birthday! It finally dawns on you why his brothers made the trip out here, why Choso said they always visit this time of year. He failed to mention that very important detail.

Choso can’t ignore them any longer, not after he was spotted. He slides out of the booth and scoops up the squealing child, holding him close. The other brothers trot over to join, wrapping their arms around him in a group hug.

“Happy birthday Choso!” they all cheer in unison.

“I told you guys not to do this,” Choso murmurs under his breath, his whole face bright red. He glances over at you with an apologetic look. Whether he was sorry for not telling you or sorry you had to witness his brothers causing a scene remains unknown. When the brothers release him, he turns his whole body to face you.

“Y/N, these are my brothers: Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” He introduces them in order of oldest to youngest, setting Yuji back on the ground once he says his name. He turns to face the three of them, waving a hand to where you sit in the booth. “This is my…friend, Y/N”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eso nods in your direction. Though he was just a few years younger than Choso, he was slightly taller. Even with the long-sleeved shirt covering his body, you could tell he was muscular, making you wonder if he also played sports to follow in his big brother's footsteps. Two pairs of piercings adorn each eyebrow, a dark brown tuft of hair atop his head and skin several shades darker than Choso’s.

“Choso has told us a lot about you,” Kechizu smiles, throwing a teasing look toward Choso. The middle of the three was significantly shorter than Choso and Eso, but you remember that he is only a high school freshman and likely has a lot more growing to do. His hair was dyed an artificial teal color, with thick bangs that covered his eyes. He must have just entered his emo phase, you think to yourself. He also had light freckles on his pale cheeks, and when his mouth opened, you would catch a glimpse of a slight gap between his top front two teeth.

“Hi! I’m Yuji!” The youngest boy introduces himself. His happy energy is infectious; just looking at him makes you smile.

“Great, now that we are all acquainted with each other, let's sit, calm down, and act normal.” His eyes quickly shift in the direction of another couple in the diner who was still watching your noisy corner.

Eso and Kechizu nod, tying the balloons to the table leg, then setting the preset and cupcakes on top of the surface before filing into the other side of the booth. Yuji, however, tosses the envelope he was holding on the table and hops into the spot next to you, essentially stealing Choso’s seat.

“Yuji…” Choso frowns, not happy that his little brother claimed the spot next to you.

“It’s fine Choso,” you assure him, ruffling the strawberry hair of the littlest brother. “I don’t mind.” Choso is unable to hide his pout, looking at you as if you just told him Yuji was your new favorite.

He can’t accept this defeat, so he lifts Yuji from the booth and sits down beside you, letting his brother sit on top of his lap. Both boys happy to be next to you now.

“You're really pretty, just like he told me!” The young boy announces, eyes shining as he looks up at you. Choso quickly looks away, his face heating up from embarrassment yet again. You can faintly hear him muttering to himself about not being able to survive today.

“Thank you Yuji!” You giggle, enjoying Choso’s flustered reaction.

When Choso finally calms his beating heart, he turns to look at you again. Being met with your jokingly disapproving stare, your eyes narrowed at him.

“What's that look for?” He scoffs.

“When were you going to tell me that today is your birthday!?” You nudge his shoulder with your own.

“Preferably never” he mumbles under his breath, glaring over to Eso and Kechizu across the table. Thanks to them, his cover was blown completely.

“Big bro has never liked his birthday,” Kechizu speaks up.

“Why not?”

“I don't like the attention,” Choso grumbles. “Everyone looking at you, expecting you to act a certain way. It just makes me so anxious” he pouts, resting his chin on top of Yuji's soft pink hair.

“Sorry,” Eso sounds a little guilty. “We didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but you always go above and beyond for all of our birthdays, we wanted to surprise you”

“I know,” Choso sighs. “I know you didn't mean to. I'm not mad, I love you guys.” Choso’s smile returns. “Thanks for coming up here today, I'm so grateful I could see you all on my birthday.”

The waitress returns and passes the drinks out to each of you, placing the milkshake with two pink paper straws between you and Choso. She writes down your food orders before disappearing yet again.

You lean forward to sip the milkshake, but Choso had the same idea. Both your noses bumping together as your lips meet the straws.

“Sorry,” he pulls away hesitantly.

“No go ahead, it's your birthday after all,” he nods and leans forward to take a sip. “I wish you would have told me though!” You pout as you continue to speak.

“I'm sorry” he sighs, his lips releasing the straw, a fleck of whipped cream sticking to the tip of his nose. “I really am, I didn't mean to keep it a secret.” His knee purposefully bumps yours under the table.

“I forgive you…for now” you tease, wiping the mess from his face with your napkin. Across the table, Kechizu is making loud gagging noises at you two. Choso rolls his eyes.

Time is passed waiting for the food by learning about each of them individually. Eso does in fact play sports, football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Kechizu, on the other hand, is really good at art. You can see the pride in Choso’s eyes as his younger brother shows off his recent projects to you.

“And I start t-ball this year!” Yuji announced.

“Is that so?” Choso smiles, messing up his baby brother’s hair.

“Will you come to my games? WIll you help me practice!? Will you bring her too?” Yuji bombards Choso with questions.

“We will see,” Choso laughs as he catches a glimpse of your smile, a low rumble in his chest.

While all the brothers vary drastically in looks and personality, you still catch sight of the small details of Choso rubbed off on each one. It’s clear how much they look up to him, a product of how he helped nurture them during their childhood. During his own childhood even. Choso has always been by their side, caring for them even as he struggled with his own youth.

The way his brothers look at him across the table let you know just how much they appreciate him. The bond between these boys makes your heart feel so full. Losing your parents at such a young age must have been so hard for them, but at least they had each other through it all.

Choso was right about this place, the food was delicious. You had never seen him devour anything so fast, it's almost like he inhaled the burger. Not a single bite left behind. You also watched how he pretended not to notice when Yuji’s little fingers would swipe fries off his plate.

You lean back in the booth, feeling utterly stuffed. But just when you thought you couldn’t handle another bite, Kechizu begins to pass cupcakes out.

“I’m so full,” You goran loudly.

“Aww come on, just a little cupcake. If you can’t finish it, I will.” Choso teases, already unwrapping his own and taking a large bite. You sigh, deciding to appease him and try to enjoy his birthday treat. Your teeth sink in, the flavors bathing your taste buds.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes your teeth ache almost immediately. Rich red velvet with a thick dollop of cream cheese frosting. One bite is all you think your stomach can handle, setting the cupcake back down on the wrapper.

“I can’t” You groan, giving up in defeat.

“Give it to me,” Choso mumbles as he finishes his last bite, crumbs and frosting clinging to his cheek. You grab what remains of your cupcake and raise it to Choso’s lips, he doesn't hesitate to lean closer and take the remaining cake in his mouth, his lips gently brushing against the tips of your fingers. With eyes shut, he hums happily as he enjoys the overly sweet dessert.

“You're such a messy eater,” you whisper, rolling your eyes as your thumb wipes the remnants from his skin. He slightly leans into your touch, letting out a low hum in agreement.

After his cake, Choso opens the card Yuji was holding earlier. It was just a simple store-bought card with a crisp twenty-dollar bill from their grandpa sitting inside. But Yuji took liberty in decorating it, drawing a picture of all four brothers together.

“Is this me?” Choso asks, pointing to the purple stick figure with scribbled spikes for hair.

Yes!” Yuji beams, clearly proud of his work. You notice Choso’s eyes start to get a bit glossy, looking from Yuji and back to the drawing again.

“We got you this, too,” Eso slides the wrapped box across the table. Choso stared down at the present. “Kechizu and I did some work around the neighborhood the past few months to get you this.” Both boys smile at their older brother.

“You guys…you didn’t have to...” Choso pouts, his fingers carefully pulling the ribbon off. Gingerly tearing the wrapping paper from the cardboard box before opening the top, his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on the gift inside.

He holds up a vinyl, you recognize it as Piercing Blood’s newest album, it only came out last Friday. Choso sent you the link the second it was released, which you immediately listened to so you could talk about it with him all night. The cover is matte black with a glossy red arrow cutting through the band’s name. But the silver ink gets your attention, signatures from all the band members.

“I can’t thank you enough, this is so amazing,” Choso’s voice is hoarse, barely restrained tears clinging to his bottom lashes. “How did you two even afford this?” He sounds almost worried, unworthy of the gift.

“Don’t worry about it, happy birthday big brother,” Eso smiles. Kechizu and Yuji echo their own happy birthdays as well.

“Can I go play that game!” Yuji points to the arcade cabinet across the restaurant, interrupting the emotional moment.

“Not right now, Yuji” Choso begins to say, you can see the defeated look in the younger brother’s eyes.

“It’s ok Choso, I can go play with him” You offer, Yuji’s grin immediately widening and looking up at his brother with pleading eyes. Choso opens his mouth, almost looking like he’s about to decline your offer. His mind battling between keeping you both as close as possible and wanting to prove he trusts you with Yuji.

“Okay,” he finally nods. Sliding out of the booth so you and Yuji can walk over to the arcade corner. He continues to stand as you both walk away, only sitting back down when he is sure you were in front of the games.

“Let’s play this one!” Yuji shouts, pointing to the two-player fighting game. You nod, helping him climb onto the high-top stool before sitting on the one next to him. You drop a few quarters into the machine, taking you both to a character select screen.

You decide to take it easy on him, he is just a kid after all. And what would Choso think if his baby brother ran back to the table crying because you showed him no mercy. Your strategy was simple: jump around a bit, face the wrong way when you kicked, purposefully let his attacks land. Just show him a good time.

Oh how wrong you were.

Yuji was faster, he hit harder. He was able to figure out combo attacks you have never even seen before. You stare at the screen, jaw dropped as the K.O. flashes brightly.

“I win!” he gloats.

“Oh you're so on now,” you taunt back, really getting into game mode now.

You aren’t sure how many rounds the two of you played. You won a few, but he seemed to come out victorious time and time again. Both of you were having a great time, you didn’t think it would be this much fun playing games with a six year old.

“How is he?” Choso’s voice catches your attention from across the restaurant. Looking over your shoulder, you see him still sitting with his other brothers at the table. The waitress comes by with the bill, placing it face down. Choso turns it over, winces slightly and pulls out the cash from the card before grabbing some extra bills from his wallet.

“Pay attention!” Yuji snaps at you as he lands blow after blow on your character. You attempt to play but you can't help overhearing their conversation.

“Ok…but not great,” Eso responds.

“He wanted to come today too,” Kechizu adds sadly. “But he's been so weak lately, so frail.”

“Plus, being around so many people wouldn’t be good either, he’s been getting sick a lot more.” Eso continues. “He’s been spending a lot of time in bed, eating less, and lots of doctor’s visits.”

“I hope I can make it home for Christmas this year, I want to see him before–” Choso’s worried voice is drowned out by Yuji’s excited squeal next to you. He beat you again, easily as you were only half paying attention.

“Okay, I think that's enough games for one day.” You announce, attempting to stand up. Yuji’s small hand wraps around your sleeve, tugging at you as he says your name quietly. “What is it?” You ask, leaning your head close to his so he can whisper.

“Um…do you like my brother? Like, do you like like him?” He whispers, an almost hopeful gleam in his brown eyes. His question throws you off guard, but just like Choso, this kid proves to be extra perceptive.

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask back, watching as he nods up and down enthusiastically, even though you don’t believe him one bit. “I do.” His smile widens.

“I think he likes you too”

“What are you two whispering about?” Choso asks, skeptical, narrowing his eyes as he approaches. Eso and Kechizu following close behind.

“Oooh nothing,” you tease, throwing a look at Yuji who giggles in return.

“We should get going, I need to head back and prepare for the game later,” Choso continues. You and Yuji slide off the stool before joining Choso at his side. He leads the group out into the parking lot to where his car is parked, carefully securing the present, card and balloons in the back seat.

“It was nice meeting you! Will we see you at the game later?” Eso asks, Kechizu leaning on the side of Choso’s car.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Before leaving, the brothers give Choso one last hug. You can hear his hushed murmurs of thanks before they depart. Eso and Kechizu walk off toward the white truck he drove, borrowed from their grandfather. Yuji pauses, giving you a hug too before scurrying off to join his brothers.

You and Choso both settle into the seats of his car, sitting in silence for a moment as he starts the engine. He extends his arm and rests it on your seat, head turning to look out the back as he reverses out of the parking space and drives out to the main road.

“Seems like my brothers liked you, especially Yuji.” he comments as he faces forward.

“I liked them too, all of them.” You admit sincerely with a smile. “Thank you for taking me today…and for buying my lunch, I could have paid for my own meal.”

“It's nothing, I asked you to come along anyways.”

“You shouldn’t have to pay, it’s your birthday after all!” You pause. “God Choso, I didn’t even get you a present! Here I was sitting at lunch with your brothers, who all brought something for you, and I came empty handed like a jerk.”

“You're not a jerk,” he laughs to himself, unable to control the smile on his face. “And you don’t have to get me anything, I just enjoy spending time with you. That's all I want for my birthday anyway.”

You open your mouth to protest, but stop as you feel the rapid succession of vibrations in your pocket. You quickly check the messages, confused by the unknown number spam texting you. Your brows pinched together as you read them.

Unknown #: Hey!!

Unknown #: Y/N??

Unknown #: You there?

Unknown #: Sorry, I got your number from Shoko. Hope that’s ok!!

Unknown #: It’s Yuki!

Oh! Yuki! You've hung out with her a few times, but she was more of Shoko’s friend than yours. You weren’t exactly sure why she would message you out of the blue like this.

You: Hey! What’s up?

Yuki: Hi! I just wanted to see if Choso mentioned the party to you tonight?

You: No? What party?

You: After party for tonight’s game?

Yuki: Of course he didn't…

Yuki: Yeah, it’s at the hockey house, its kinda for Choso too

Yuki: He mentioned to me that no one has ever thrown him a party before

You try not to feel offended that other people, especially another girl, knew it was Choso’s birthday today, and you didn’t. You try to tell yourself that it’s because they are teammates, they have known each other longer. But it still kind of stings.

You: Does he want a party?

Yuki: Suguru and I asked him and he told us to ‘do whatever’

“Choso?” You speak up, he turns to look at you for a brief second before turning back to the road. Just enough to let you know you have his attention. “Why didn’t you tell me about the party at your place tonight?” He groans the second the word party leaves your lips.

“Because I didn’t want to go.”

“But what if I came with you? Think about it, we could recreate the night we first met…but I won't get as drunk this time.” He considers your offer, chewing his bottom lip.

“Deal” he pulls the car into the parking lot outside your dorm. “Just promise you won’t wake up and forget my name this time.”

“I promise.” You laugh, sending Yuki a follow up text letting her know you will be there tonight. You reach for the door handle to exit the car.

“Wait,” Choso stops you. “I have something for you.”

“Cho, you're supposed to receive presents on your birthday, not the other way around.”

“It’s not like that,” He laughs, reaching for a paper bag in the back seat, setting it in your lap. You reach in and your hands feel some kind of thick cloth inside. You grab it and lift it out, navy with red accents. A shirt you assume. Unfolding it, you see the KU Curses logo on the front, and when you flip it around, you're met with a big 07 and KAMO in bold letters. You look at him, wide-eyed, as you set it back down in your lap, clenching your fists around the fabric.

“It’s clean, I promise!” He teases. “But it’s supposed to be good luck when someone wears your jersey to a game. And I want my good luck charm to be extra lucky tonight.” He reaches one hand forward and wraps it around your fist, softly gripping both you and the jersey below. “Would you wear this for me?” He looks deeply into your eyes.

“Anything for you, birthday boy.”

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You looked damn good in his jersey, even with how big it was due to the absence of gear underneath. Hidden out of sight instead is your favorite matching pair of bra and panties…just in case. You walk happily up to the arena, Shoko, Utahime and Satoru trailing behind.

“What's got you all happy today?” Satoru teases, locking his arm with yours as the two of you skip along the sidewalk. Both of you almost matching, your back proudly showing off KAMO while his says GETO.

“Not much, just having a really good day today.” Nothing has been able to wipe the smile off your face since Choso dropped you off, your cheeks were even starting to hurt.

“Your date with your boyfriend went well, I take it?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and it wasn’t a date.” You correct him for the 4th time today.

“Right, right. Just meeting his family…totally not a big deal. Totally not boyfriend-girlfriend activities.” You both stop, he grasps both sides of your arms as he locks eyes with you through his dark shades. “And giving you his jersey to wear tonight, that's something casual friends do too, isn’t it?” You bite your lip, unable to think up a witty retort. Unsure what you and Choso even are at this point. Caught in limbo between friends and dating.

“Give it a rest, Gojo,” Utahime sighs as her and Shoko catch up to you. Satoru turns to her and scrunches his face into an exaggerated frown at her scolding.

“Come on, I’m just teasing her. She acted the same way before me and Suguru first got together.” It’s true, you teased him nonstop until he finally admitted he did have feelings for him. In the end he thinks it helped, without you pushing him slightly out of his comfort zone to explore the connection, they may have never gotten together in the first place.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” Shoko asks, leaning her shoulder into yours as she watches the opposing team unload from their buses.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” It seemed like an odd question until you recognized the other team’s logo, the two pronged blade you've seen so many times on Toji’s gear. Your heart beats a little faster, you didn’t think the curses and assassins would face off again so soon.

You feel a soft hand lace with yours, giving your sweaty palm a tight squeeze.

“We are here for you this time,” Shoko promises, holding your hand and not letting go. “All of us.” Utahime places a hand on your opposite shoulder while Satoru nods in front of you, his glasses hiding his genuine concern in his eyes. You take a deep breath to steady your emotions.

“I’ll be okay,” You announce, and you actually believe it. This time you won’t be alone. You're surrounded by so many people who care for you, who will never let you face him alone again if they can help it.

“Hey! Over here!” Another male voice calls to you, you scan the crowd looking for the person calling your name. You spot the tan hand of Eso, waving at your group. Kechizu stands in front of him, holding Yuji’s hand. You wave back, beckoning your friends to follow.

“Hey guys! These are my friends Satoru, Shoko and Utahime.” You motion to each one as you introduce them. “These are Choso’s younger brothers Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” The group begins to split into several small conversations, Yuji sticking close to you as he fills you in on what the brothers did in the few hours since seeing you last.

Choso walks out of the arena, hair soft and loose, the slight breeze tousling it as he joins the big group. After dropping his gear off in the locker room, he had expected to meet up with his brothers for a quick second before changing and stretching. He was pleasantly surprised to see you had joined up with them yet again.

“Hey,” his voice startles you as he announces his presence. You spin around to face him. He almost seems like he's glowing, his smile lighting up his whole face, just as gleeful as you after today’s shared lunch. His eyes scan you up and down for a quick moment, voice dropping down an octave. “You look…really good.”

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” You smirk, you expect him to get flustered, but you're only met with his new found confidence.

“Yeah…I do.” His husky voice makes your whole body feel warm. Your throat goes dry as you look at his perfect lips, watching as his grin only grows wider when he realizes where you are staring. God, how you want to feel them pressed against your own.

The brothers interrupt the quiet moment the two of you shared, stealing Choso’s attention away. The next few minutes you watch them gush about how excited they are for tonight’s game, Yuji attempting to give his big brother a pep talk as if he were the coach. Choso played along too, nodding and saying ‘yes sir’.

“I have to go now,” he announces, patting the heads of his two youngest brothers. “And you should probably go snag some good seats before the rest of the crowd gets here.” Yuji looks alarmed, reaching for Kechizu’s hand again.

“Let's go! I want to sit by the goal!” He drags him toward the entrance. “And we need enough seats for Y/N and her friends too!” Choso watches the two race inside before turning back to you.

“See you inside,” Eso smiles at you and your friends before following the younger boys.

“Good luck,” you murmur as you wrap your arms behind Choso’s waist, pressing your body up against his. Your touch doesn’t seem to make him hesitate anymore, instead, he wants to fuel it. One of his hands resting on your low back while the other cups your cheek, dragging his calloused thumb across your cheekbone as he looks directly into your eyes with a mixture of affection and barely hidden lust.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! Your whole body is screaming so loud you wonder if he could hear it.

But he never does.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, but I really do need to go and get ready.” He sighs, leaning forward slightly until his forehead rests against yours for a brief moment before slowly releasing his grip.

“I know,” You weren't ready to let go just yet, still holding him to you tightly. Leaning forward, you decide to send him off with one last parting gift. Your lips meet the skin of his cheek, lingering long enough to feel him grow warm underneath. You finally release him, backing up. “See you after the game.”

He doesn't respond, just smiles as he presses a hand to the spot you pecked before turning back towards the building, a spring in his step.

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Yuji wiggles in your lap trying to get a better view of his older brother. The puck skirts across the ice and, as if it were instinctual, the goalie drops to a crouch, the puck coming to a stop as it meets Choso’s thick leg pads.

As the buzzer sounds, a mix of cheers for the home team and boos from the opposing team echoes through the arena. The game was tied, it has been close all night. Only six minutes remain, it could be anyone's game.

Choso looks over to where you, your friends and his family sat. Yuji and Kechizu were able to find the perfect seats, right beside the goal. He lifts up the helmet and flashes a cocky smile your way before grabbing the water bottle on top of the goals netting.

“Choso is so cool! He's the best!” Yuji continues to praise his big brother.

“He is the best,” you respond, unable to take your eyes off him. You see a blur of deep purple and white, one of the opposing team members, circling around him and the goal he protects. Choso immediately goes stiff, his eyes snapping to the other player before he skates off to take his place around the center circle on the ice.

“What was that about?” Satoru leaned over to whisper.

“You noticed too?” You thought maybe you just imagined Choso tensing up, but something seems off. Your eyes track the player and scan his jersey, the big 66 grabbing your attention. Toji.

“Oh no…this can't be good,” you say under your breath.

The puck drops and sticks clash as the next play commences. There was a lot of back and forth between the two battling teams until the puck was taken by the opposing team. Suguru races after them, hot on their heels but the enemy passes it to another. To Toji, who is farther from the scuffle and closer to the home goal.

With the puck now at his stick, Toji swings, putting all his strength behind it to send it soaring. Choso does not react in time, the puck flying straight past his side and into the net. Loud buzzer and flashing lights alert the stands of the away team's victory, bringing the opposing team up by one point.

You can tell Choso is upset right now, the grip on his stick tightening slightly. But it doesn't help that Toji is circling him again, taunting him. Even with how close you are, you couldn't hear what they were saying with all the commotion.

“Whatever that guy is doing…is really getting to him,” Eso leans in from your other side. Toji buzzed around him like a pest while Choso stood still, his head tracking every movement, watching him like a predator.

A sharp crack echos around the arena, Choso threw his stick down to the ice. He sheds his gloves and rips his helmet off too before racing after Toji.

“What!” You gasp loudly. In all the games you’ve been too, he has never been caught up in a fight. Always the calm and collected goalie who thinks over every move he makes. Countless failed saves and taunts from opposing players, he has never reacted like this.

Toji sees him coming, almost like he was waiting for it to happen, throwing his own stick and gloves aside as he prepares for the inevitable. One of Choso’s hands grabs a fist full of his jersey and yanks him forward, pulling Toji’s face straight into the path of his fist, knocking the helmet clean off his head. A wicked grin curls on Toij’s lips.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, the crowd drowning out your voice as they break off in cheers and cowbells to urge the fight on. Both the home and away team players rush for the fight, surrounding them in a circle as they yell. The cameras zoom in on the two players, casting close-ups of the fight to the large screens above the rink. Toji mirrors Choso, grabbing onto him as he throws a few punches into his heavily padded body before delivering one to his cheek. This seems to only fuel Choso further, the two continuing to exchange blows.

Your hands fly to cover Yuji’s eyes. He doesn’t need to watch his brother go for the throat of another player, does not need to see the person he looks up to get hit over and over again.

“Move your hands! I can't see!” Yuji protests, his smaller hands attempting to pull yours away from his face. Yet you don’t budge.

Toji lands a solid right hook to his jaw, Choso slightly recoiling from the force. He’s had enough. Lost in some sort of rage, he slams Toji to the ice, falling to his knees on top of him. He pulls his arm back, gearing up for another blow now that he has him pinned beneath him.

The ref grabs his arm, finally putting a stop to their brawl. They help Choso and Toji to their feet, putting some distance between the two. Both boy’s dark hairs are slicked to their face, a trickle of blood running from Choso’s nose. He turns his head, spitting onto the ice, staining it red.

“Kamo, penalty box!”

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A/N: this chapter turned out so big...I decided to split it in 2 haha.

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iwantkirkhammett · 10 months ago

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reader works at a comic book shop, kirk visits every now and then and they’ve been sharing glances… one day he comes by after closing and they fuck out the back 🤭🤭🤭

details beyond that are up to you but make it HOT HOT HOT

this is my first post guys bear with me plz

tw: smut, sex, oral (f receiving)!

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I sighed, groaning in annoyance as the night went on with my work shift. The night seemed to be dragging on and on, the clock ticking by so slow as customers occasionally came to buy a variety of comics and movies, sometimes music. Every time I heard the store door open, I perked up hoping it was this certain someone I had my eyes on for a while now, this certain someone going by Kirk Hammett. He came in once or twice a week, buying loads of monster collectibles, horror comics, lots of geeky nerdy stuff in general, but he had to be the most attractive man I ever met.

He was so handsome, long, dark curls going just past his shoulders, dark brown doe eyes that I couldn’t help but adore every time we had a conversation, he was so polite but also flirty and suggestive, and I had fallen head over heels for this man and he doesn’t even know me. We occasionally talked about our days when he would come during slower hours, talking about the progress of his band or how the work shift was going, but I couldn’t help but notice the tension and suggestive glances between us that became more apparent and intense every time Kirk came.

The night eventually finished up, a small feeling of sadness weighing on my shoulders while I locked the doors to finish up my closing duties, feeling disappointed I didn’t get to see the curly haired guitarist, especially considering this was my last shift for the week. I sighed, going around and fixing misplaced items, counting the register amongst other things before a soft tap at the glass was heard, and I looked up, my heart leaping as I saw the man I had been waiting for all night.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it, this was completely against protocol, letting a customer in after close, but how could I say no? I had to see him, even if just for a quick check out. I opened the door, and an amused smile appeared on Kirk’s face, I honestly melted at the sight.

“Damn sweetheart, thought you were never gonna let me in.” He teased, walking in and towering over me a bit, staring down at me with intense dark eyes. I smiled, getting a bit flustered, quickly rambling together a sentence. “Yeah…thought I could make an exception considering you’re one of our most loyal customers. I left a few comics towards the front that I think you’d like.” I said softly.

He looked down at me again after glancing at the counter, grabbing my chin and making me make eye contact with him. “Yeah? That’s so sweet of you…so thoughtful…” He mumbled, adoring into my gaze. “You know…what would you do if I told you I don’t just come here for the comics?” He said, his tone almost suggestive.

I gulped thickly, quickly getting flustered and struggling to form a response. “Th-The comics? Of course that’s what you come for haha, you’re here all the time-“, but he cut me off before I even finished, forcing me to maintain eye contact. “Nah, the comics are just a side perk. I just love coming so I can look at the pretty girl you are sweetheart, coming to talk to you.” He said, inching closer to my face. I gulped, desire already going between my legs, but I quickly forced that feeling away despite the butterflies going insane inside my stomach right now. “I feel the same way…” I blurted out flustered. “I get excited every time you come in, I even hope the customers are you…” I nervously admitted, and Kirk cocked up an eyebrow, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

“You know, you even get me all worked up…wearing that tight shirt with your fucking cleavage out…your shirt skirt that barely covers your ass, it’s like you’re just trying to tease me baby.” He said, pushing my hair out of my face. My heart rate quickened, gasping a bit as I heard the words leave his mouth. I started to melt at his touch, feeling his obvious hard on poke against my thigh, my legs shaky and panties already soaked with need. I thought for a moment, before suddenly speaking up and breaking the silence. “You know…I have a few comics in the back of the store I’ve been wanting to show you, exclusives.” I said with a smirk, immediately following with Kirk giving me a lustful and suggestive glance.

Then, before I knew it, he had me thrown on the table, pushing the comics off as he quickly pulled down my skirt, revealing the lacy thongs I wore and earning a hiss of satisfaction from Kirk. “God baby….you’re trying to kill me here…” He groaned out, reaching up to gently massage my clothed breast and earning a soft moan from me while Kirk admired the sight below him. He then tore my shirt off onto the floor, my bra following shortly after. He took a step back, adoring my body and the sight in front of him, his boner painfully obvious in his pants. God he was so big, and I haven’t even seen it yet.

He started by slowly nipping and kissing at my neck, softly playing with my nipples and sucking at them, leaving bruises and bites everywhere, before looking up at me and smirking against my neck. “I can feel how wet you already are sweetheart…I’ve barely even touched you, that needy for me huh?” He grumbled out, earning a soft and desperate whine from me as he slowly grazed against my clothed cunt. “K-Kirk…oh my god…please…” I whimpered out, so worked up I could barely even form sentences, it was almost embarrassing the control and power this man had over my body. He got down between my legs, pulling my panties off with his teeth and chuckling at the sight of my now completely exposed, dripping cunt.

“God…you’re gonna make me go fucking crazy sweetheart…” He tore his shirt off, now leaving him in just his black jeans and stared up at me. “C’mon…you know what to do sweet girl…” I bit my lip, whining a bit in frustration and groaning at his words. “Please Kirk….please just hurry…please just eat me out I wanna feel you please!” I desperately gasped out, earning a satisfied chuckle before he immediately dived between my legs, mercilessly licking and sucking at my aching cunt, slurping up all the juices and lapping and sucking at my clit.

I moaned loudly, arching my back and hips up into his mouth, gripping his thick curls tightly and earning a harsh hand forcing me back down, and the other hand suddenly plunging two fingers inside of me and curling, immediately moving at a quick and fast pace, the wet squelching sounds of my pussy filling the room. I moaned out even louder, squirming against his grip. “Kirk! H-Holy shit…!” I moaned, already in pure ecstasy from the few seconds of this mans tongue. I pulled and closed my legs thighs his head, and he chuckled, talking against my clit and sending a pleasurable amount of vibrations through me, pulling off. He grinned up at me with a face covered in my juices, licking his lips. “God…you taste so fucking good…driving me crazy you know that? So damn needy too.” He said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “Turn around.” He demanded.

I quickly obeyed, flipping over with an overwhelming amount of need, arching my back and looking at him. “Please Kirk, please I need you so bad…” I whined, almost embarrassed for how desperate I was for this man’s cock. I quickly gasped in surprise as he snatched my wrists and tied them above my head with his belt, putting his shirt under my head as a makeshift pillow on the table.

“You gotta be specific baby, I don’t know what you need if you won’t tell me.” He teased, pulling his cock out of his boxers, and I turned around, mouth dropping in awe. He was so huge, a solid 9 inches, veiny and a perfect light tip at the end, already dripping with pre-cum. He gently rubbed it against my soaking wet cunt, hissing in pleasure before he repeated himself. “You gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta make you beg for it more?” He chuckled, positioning himself. I moaned out at the feeling of him against my clit, tears of pleasure welling up in my eyes. “Please Kirk! Please fuck me! Please!” I cried out, and was suddenly met with the plunging feeling of his cock, and immediately melted into the table, letting out a loud, satisfied moan. He slowly began at a steady pace, chuckling softly. “You’ve kept this to yourself all- oh fuck…all this time baby? You’re so fucking tight, so good…” He said, picking up his pace, still holding my wrists with his belt. I moaned loudly, gasping and rocking my hips against his pace, moaning even louder as he hit that one spot. “K-Kirk! Please! Faster oh-oh!! Ah!” I moaned out, and he let out a possessive growl and picked up the pace. He kept abusing that one sensitive spot inside me, and he groaned in pleasure as I clenched and tightened around him more and more.

“You-You’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting fucked you know that? T-Taking it all like such a good girl, taking all of this dick aren’t you? Such-such a pretty girl-Oh fuck!” He hissed in pleasure, squeezing my hips tightly as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I moaned in ecstasy, tears welling in my eyes and screaming and pleading in pleasure, rambling on moans and curses as he fucked me, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. “I’m close Kirk! I’m so close! Please! I’m gonna cum please go faster!” I begged, and was immediately met with a hand covering my mouth to suppress my moans.

“G-Gotta keep quiet baby…I know how good it feels but gotta keep it down before someone hears us yeah?” He groaned, picking up his already merciless pace. “You’re so close huh? Fuck I can feel it- fuck I’m close too baby…want me to cum inside? Fill you up?” He growled out, and I desperately nodded and kept moaning into his hand, my mascara running down my cheeks from the pleasure. “Kirk I’m cumming!” I moaned into his hand, finally my release as the familiar feeling of pleasure overwhelmed my body. Kirk groaned out. “Shit me too baby…I’m gonna fill you up so much-“ and he cut himself off, thick ropes of cum filling my insides as we both let out loud groans and moans, before he pulled out, admiring the thick cum pouring out of me and onto the table.

We both panted, enjoying the after glow before he gently untied my wrist, buckling up his jeans again, smirking down at me and helping me sit up. I let out a soft moan of satisfaction, my pussy still dripping and pulsating.

“Guess I should visit you more often, huh? Or maybe even invite you to one of my shows?” He chuckled, snatching my panties and shoving them in his pocket. “And these? These are a parting gift for me, sweetheart.” He said, kissing me and then finishing off our night.

#kirk hammett smut #metallica smut #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #metallica x reader

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savannagonemad · 4 months ago

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shelter in your arms

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fluff ✨

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

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author's note: my first post! i hope you like it! i had this idea a day or so ago and i think it all came together pretty well 💚 also this ended up being a lottt longer than i intended but i got kinda invested lol oops. not really proofread so sorry if there's mistakes!!

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you had finally convinced sae-byeok to go on a camping trip with you. you weren't even sure where the idea came from, yourself - you've never been too interested in camping to begin with. the more you thought about it, though, the better of an idea it seemed like to you.

your lives had been stressful, to say the least. you had gotten evicted from your apartment and had to move in with sae-byeok or else you'd be homeless. she was skeptical at first, but you've known her long enough that she got used to it pretty quickly. the pressure of this, combined with the general crazyness of life, had been wearing you out, and you could tell it was dragging on sae-byeok as well, though she tried to hide it.

when you had first brought up the idea, she was surprised, to say the least.

"y/n, do you even own camping gear?" she said, not even looking up from her phone.

"do you really think i would suggest this if i didn't have the stuff for it?" you huffed, crossing your arms.

"knowing you, kind of," she said, glancing up at you for a moment.

"hey!" you said, pretending to be offended.

she didn't say anything in return, though you could see a slight smirk on her face.

over the next few days, you kept bringing it up and trying to convince her that it was a good idea, but she wasn't having it. eventually though, after a lot of convincing (and a fair share of whining at her), she agreed to go.

"fine," she said, looking up at you from where she was reading on the couch.

"really?" you said, surprised. you were beginning to think about giving up on the idea.

"something tells me you won't stop bothering me about it until i say yes," she said, setting her book off to the side. "and besides, it's just getting colder out, and i don't want to do it while it's freezing outside."

for the next few days, the two of you planned out where you would go. you settled on a two-day trip over the weekend at a site next to a river. as the day of your trip apprached, you found yourself strangely excited for it. before you knew it, the day arrived, and you and sae-byeok packed your gear and loaded it into the car. sae-byeok insisted on driving, mostly because she didn't trust your driving, especially not with her car.

"i can't believe i let you drag me into this," she said as she pulled out of her parking space.

"come on, it'll be fun! and it'll be nice to get away from... everything, i guess," you said, looking out the window as you begin driving down the road.

"i guess," sae-byeok said, glancing at you in the rearview mirror for a moment. you looked into the mirror at the same time and she quickly looked away, focusing on the road.

the two of you made small talk as you drove to your destination, most of the topics being of little interest to you both. it was more of an excuse to talk to her - something the two of you didn't do much, despite being roommates. occasionally you would catch her glancing at you in the mirror, and she would act like nothing was happening. after a couple more times of this, you got sick of it and decided to confront her.

"why do you keep looking at me?" you asked, fully looking over at her in the driver's seat.

"i need to look in the mirror to drive, y/n," she stated, pretending not to know what you were talking about.

"i didn't know staring at the passenger was part of driving," you contested, drawing a noise of complaint from sae-byeok.

"it's nothing," she said, dismissing the topic.

you huffed but let it go. after all, it's not like you wouldn't have time to talk to her about it later.

after a few silent minutes of driving, you decided to try something. you looked into the mirror directly at sae-byeok and stared her down, waiting to see if you could catch her looking at you again. as you looked at your roommate, you couldn't help notice her facial features that you hadn't paid much attention to before - her freckles, her haircut which was strangely cute despite being very fitting, and her eyes which you swore suddenly were a lot prettier than you remember them being.

"you can stop staring at me now," she said, interrupting your daze. apparently you were looking at her for longer than you thought.

"sorry," you mumbled, looking away as you blushed in mild embarrassment.

you tried not to look at her for the remainder of the drive, but you couldn't help yourself a few times, though fortunately she didn't catch you again.

eventually you both arrived at the campsite entrance and sae-byeok parked the car letting both of you out. the two of you grabbed your gear and sae-byeok locked the car, then you started walking towards the entrance.

"how far is it to where we're going?" sae-byeok asked as you started walking together.

"i think it's about a ten minute walk or so," you said, subconsciously matching her walking pace. "why, are you tired of me already?" you teased, grinning slightly.

"i might be if you keep talking like that," she replied. "i can always leave you here," she said, the joke being a nice break from her usual cold self.

just as you were going to reply, your foot got caught on a branch and you stumbled, tripping and just barely missing landing on sae-byeok. luckily for you, you managed to catch yourself with your hands before faceplanting directly into the ground.

"y/n, are you okay?" sae-byeok asked, barely hidden concern in her voice. she crouched down next to you and helped you up as you avoided looking at her out of complete embarrassment.

you meekly accepted her help and the two of you stood up. you wanted to brush it off and keep walking but sae-byeok grabbed you by the shoulder and didn't let you keep going.

"i'm fine," you said, wanting to move on.

"let me see your hands," sae-byeok said, but you ignored her request. "now," she added, her voice firm but gentle.

you shyly offered your hands to her, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. she grabbed your wrists, looking over your palms closely to make sure you didn't accidentally cut yourself.

"just a few light scratches, luckily," she said, letting your hands go. as soon as your hands were free, you started walking forward again, much to sae-byeok's dismay.

"you're welcome," she chided as she followed after you, quickly matching your pace again.

"i don't want to talk about it. it was just a fall. nothing serious." you kept walking, sae-byeok keeping up with you and staying a little closer than before. she made a noise of complaint as you brushed her off but otherwise dropped the topic.

at least that's what you thought, until you felt her wrap her hand around your wrist protectively.

"what are you doing?" you asked, though not trying to pull away.

"making sure you don't fall again," she stated simply, keeping her eyes trained on the path ahead.

you didn't say anything else, mostly because you didn't know what to say. the physical attention did feel nice, though you definitely weren't going to say that out loud.

the two of you kept walking forward, her gripping your wrist protectively all the while.

"if you wanted to hold my hand, you could just say so..." you mumbled after a few minutes, causing sae-byeok to falter slightly.

"what." she said after briefly composing herself, looking over at you.

"nothing, nevermind," you replied, looking away as her gaze took your sudden confidence away.

you kept walking in silence for another minute before you felt sae-byeok's hand not-so-discreetly slip into yours, her fingers interlocking with yours so she could have a better grip. you glanced at her in surprise and saw a faint blush on her face, and you then locked your own fingers with hers. neither of you spoke a word about it until you subconsciously ran your thumb over the back of her hand.

"don't do that," she said, keeping her hand in yours. you quickly stopped and went back to focusing on walking.

"sorry," you apologized, not getting a response.

you were content enough as it is, even if this was just to make sure you didn't fall over like a bowling pin again. sae-byeok's sudden protectiveness over you was adorable whether she liked it or not, though that's definitely not something you would be admitting to her anytime soon.

finally, after a few more eventless minutes of walking, you got to the place where you would be setting up camp. sae-byeok removed her hand from yours, drawing a sound of complaint from you which she ignored as she began to unpack her stuff. you figured you should do the same and you begin to unpack too.

as you begin to unpack your gear, you looked around at the campsite. admittedly it was a very beautiful place - there were vibrant trees all around you, and you could hear the soft rushing of water from the river nearby. maybe you could get used to this. especially if sae-byeok was with you.

"don't fall into the river," sae-byeok called out as she began setting up her tent nearby.

"shut up," you retorted playfully as you begin setting up your own tent, embracing the whole 'clumsy' thing. apparently it means sae-byeok holds your hand, which is plenty of motivation for you.

after you get your tent arranged, you go over to check on sae-byeok, partially because you want to see how she's setting up her tent so you can make sure you're doing it right yourself.

"pretty nice place, isn't it?" you comment as you walk over. birds chirp in the trees as the soft rustling of the wind creates a surprisingly peaceful environment for being in nature.

"i guess," sae-byeok responds, pausing to look around, though keeping her back to you. "maybe you were right for once."

you pout and go to make a response of your own when the wind suddenly picks up, shaking some leaves off of the trees nearby. you hold your hand up to your eyes to shield yourself from the wind and wait for it to pass.

"told you," you finally manage to respond once the wind dies back down. you turn to finish setting up your tent - after all, it'll be dark soon and you definitely don't want to have to do it by the light of a fire.

your tent is gone.

you quickly walk forward towards where it was, looking down at the ground and hoping it'll magically appear again from wherever it's hiding. it does not. however, you do see the stakes you got out still lying on the ground right where you put them. your heart sinks as you realize you forgot to stake the tent down. the wind must have blown it away. which means...

you trail your eyes to where the wind blew, and you catch sight of your tent which has found a nice new home in the river.

"you cannot be serious," you say to yourself, getting sae-byeok's attention. she gets up and walks over, noticing your sudden lack of a tent.

"y/n, where's your tent?" she asks, coming to a stop beside you. you dejectedly point towards where it's floating away down the river. sae-byeok immediately covers her mouth with her hand and turns away from you, though you can see her shoulders shaking as she tries to conceal her laugh.

"it's not funny!" you say, whining at her. "where am i going to sleep now? in the river?"

sae-byeok gathers herself and turns to you, though there's still a small smirk on her face. "i'm guessing that was your only tent?"

"who brings more than one tent to a camping trip??" you complain, causing sae-byeok to giggle which draws another whine from you.

sae-byeok looks at you, then to the tent which is floating its way down the river like a boat. "do you want to go home?" she asks. she might find this funny but she wants to make sure you're actually alright.

you sigh. "no..." you start, fidgeting with your hands nervously. "we came all this way. i don't want to have dragged you out here for nothing..."

"you can stay in my tent then," she decides, turning back to go finish setting it up. "unless you want to fish yours out of the river."

"really? you don't mind?" you ask, trailing after her. the offer is really nice of her, though you suppose there's not really another choice.

"i'm not going to leave you outside in the cold," she responds coolly. "unless you want to sleep outside."

"no!" you say quickly. "it's just... i don't know. thank you."

"don't mention it. can you start a fire while i finish setting this up? preferably on land," she teases, getting complaints from you, though you do end up making yourself useful and start a fire for the both of you.

as the day turns to night and more banter between the two of you passes over a simple dinner cooked on the fire, it's soon time to turn in for the night, unless you'd like to stay outside and both become mosquito food. you follow sae-byeok into her tent where there's a grand total of one sleeping bag - yours was swept into the river along with the tent, and it's probably halfway to the ocean by now.

"uhh, sae? there's just one sleeping bag here," you observe. "and... one pillow."

"i can see that," she responds, kneeling down to open the sleeping bag.

"so... what are we supposed to do?" you ask. you're not too thrilled with the idea of sleeping without anything to cover you.

"it's big enough, we can share." sae-byeok looks up at you, speaking again before you can ask more questions. "it's either that or you keep us both awake because i just know you'll be shivering all night, your choice."

you fake pout at her while she lies down, scooting over to give you room. "thanks for this," you say as you lie down next to her, leaving a bit a space between you.

"zip it up," sae-byeok says to you, looking on expectantly.

"are you serious? we won't fit," you object. sae-byeok wraps her arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, zipping up the sleeping bag herself.

"yes we will," she says flatly, trying not to pay attention to how close the two of you are. it's a good thing she wasn't looking at you since you were busy trying to hide a blush yourself.

the two of you laid there for a few minutes, neither of you able to get comfortable due to the cramped space. it didn't help that you kept getting slightly closer to sae-byeok with each passing minute, which is something she very much noticed. she looked over at you, unimpressed, though her face had a bit of amusement on it.

"what are you doing, y/n?" she asked, causing you to freeze still.

"nothing," you replied, hoping that maybe she wouldn't notice that you're suddenly closer to her than you were before. sae-byeok waited in silence, trying to get you to speak more, but you remained silent which drew a huff from her.

"i know what you're doing, so just come here and get it over with," she said, half-teasing. she grinned when she saw you suddenly get flustered and look away. "sorry, but you aren't exactly subtle."

you glared at her for a moment, but obliged and cuddled up next to her. the space situation did not improve, which prompted sae-byeok to speak again. "that's not what i meant. come on, otherwise neither of us will get to sleep tonight."

you slowly turned over and tenatively wrapped an arm around sae-byeok. when she didn't complain, you more confidently rested your head on her chest and lightly held onto her shoulder, your other hand resting at your side.

"comfortable now?" she asked you, her hand gently finding yours as she held your hand again. your heart half-melted and you nodded, which was satisfactory to her. "good. now go to sleep."

you sighed contentedly, cuddling closer against sae-byeok. in response, her free hand went to your hair and she absent-mindedly played with it, which you liked a lot. you let her know this by gently squeezing her hand, causing her to smile slightly.

"thank you," you murmured. you didn't expect tonight to end up like this, but you're more than happy that it did. your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the feeling of sae-byeok gently kissing the top of your head, causing you to freeze.

"you're welcome," she said simply, not acknowledging what she just did. you tilted your head up to look at her, and she looked down at you in response, neither of you bothering to hide the soft blushes on your faces.

"sae," you started, suddenly feeling anxious. "can... can i kiss you?" you looked away as soon as you said that, not wanting to ruin the moment. "sorry, forget i said that.."

"y/n." sae-byeok squeezed your hand to get your attention, and you sheepishly looked up at her. she nodded at you, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

"really..?" you asked, wanting to make sure she was sure.

"yes, now do it before i change my mind," she said, looking at you expectantly.

she could get you to do anything with that look.

you slowly moved forward and hovered above her, looking down at her while your lips were just inches away from each other's. you stayed like that for a moment too long and sae-byeok got impatient, using the hand that was still playing with your hair to pull you in.

you melt into her as your lips connect, closing your eyes. this felt good. she softly ran her hand through your hair as her grip on your hand tightened. after a few moments, you went to pull away, but sae-byeok pulled you back in by putting her hand on the back of your neck. you were happy to oblige, pressing your mouth back on hers. you forgot about everything besides sae-byeok, your lips moving in sync as you kissed one another. you felt truly safe here, not worrying about the stresses that made you come here in the first place, and definitely not worrying about your tent which was most likely on its way to antarctica. all you could think about was sae-byeok.

after a minute or so, she finally let you go. you pulled away with one last kiss, looking down at her, both of you blushing heavily but not caring. her hand rested on the side of your neck as you looked into each other's eyes.

"i liked that," you said, smiling. "we should do that more often." you settled back down onto her chest after stealing one last kiss before she could respond.

"i wouldn't be opposed," sae-byeok said, playing with your hair once again while rubbing your hand with her thumb. "good night, y/n."

"goodnight, sae-byeok."

nothing but the sound of crickets chirping and the sound of rushing water from the river filled the air as you both happily fell asleep in each other's arms.

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junos-jrabbles · 7 months ago

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Authors note, PT 2 to this ask, because it took me SO long and I feel like I need to do a lil more LOL, sorry if these are a lil unimaginative I do be frying

How would the mercs react to a new member with some questionable behaviour?

Scout

There's GOTTA be somethin’ up with you.

He's sure of it, absolutely COVINCED that someone as maniacal as you can't just be a good person.

He gets the whole “well, the respawn machine!” But he doesn't, he wouldn't go crazy like that, why would anyone?

He's a little nervy around you, gives you a funny look once in a while when you're kind to him, assumes there's some really blatant motive that he just isn't picking up on (there is none).

Shows up outside your room once at night, standing there with that ‘mom I threwed up’ stance just like. “Okay. So. What da hell is wrong with ya?” Hands on his hips, STARING.

“Whaddaya mean it's just a game to ya- pal, look at me, I'm the best player here, y’don’t see me rippin’ their arms off!”

Eventually gets over it, but it takes a while, he's just stubborn. You guys end up best buds and he shares his radioactive ass bonk with you sometimes, usually resulting in a ceasefire as the entire enemy line is annihilated, or you slam into a wall so hard you knock yourself clean out.

~~~

Soldier

Insert the Spiderman pointing at Spiderman meme here

First impressions? Is absolutely enamoured by you. You are on the field what he is when in his crazy naked honeyed up state. A force of violence and INSANE destruction.

Definitely tries to assist you by letting you rocket surf directly into the enemies on pretty much every respawn, much to the chagrin on your Medic, who really does just eventually stop trying to follow you.

He's SO ecstatic to find someone that's loco like him when in the heat of battle, but can be Normal outside of it! He's amazed, definitely asks you if you're American every five minutes, just to make sure you're not one of those nice Canadians (shudder).

“YOU. YOU ARE THE BEST SOLDIER IN THIS HERE PLATOON, MAGGOT! I HAVE NEVER SEEN A DRIVE AS HIGH AS YOURS, I THINK SUN TZU WOULD BE VERY PROUD.”

Sometimes he'll have a rough experience in a fight, and after it's all over, he'll come to you for reassurance and to talk!!! He definitely talks about you with Zhanna often, and you guys all hang out often for little chats over food n drink :)

Pyro

You are one of the few people, who in their eyes, is always very vibrant and exciting to be near.

They absolutely LOVE your energy, your kindness is more than welcome at base, and they love being near you and showing you things they've created (upgrades for their flamethrowers, new melees they've concocted, etc.), and on the battlefield, they're following at your heels lighting the world around ablaze, watching the carnage bloom!

Really, really enjoys baking with you, they love baking and cooking generally, but usually it goes kinda poorly, because they can't smell too well under the mask, and tend to space out and lose track of time. Plus the burnt cookies are always really pretty.

You keep them on track with stuff without being pushy, and they appreciate it!! And sometimes you'll find pictures of really cute animals in library books and photocopy them to show them. :)

~~~

Demo

He's not sure if it's because he's seeing double, that the carnage seems a lot crazier than normal, at first.

Eventually realises that the mayhem in the battlefield is at your hands, and makes a mental note to stay out of your way.

That mental note is tossed away the second you come up to him, giddy with some terrible glee asking him to launch you directly into their front lines.

(He obliges, and is amazed at how well you stick the landing.)

Doesn't really register the difference too well, too off his tits to know if you're even talking to him half the time.

You'll pass him his dinner, lovingly crafted with all the food meticulously placed to create a little scene (probably bangers n mash gravy volcano, absolute scran) and he just takes it like. “Oooh, thank you lass/lad! Looks…” Swaying, trying not to drop the tray. “Looks some braw scran, ta!” Then he totters away <3.

Probably invites you to play golf on his slightly more sober days, goes very well of course! You drive the caddy, he hoots and hollers for you to run someone over (Soldier is on the back egging him on).

~~~

Heavy

Somewhat protective, but in a very physical way, where he'll try to body block the enemy from getting at you (and occasionally you from getting at them).

Asks you how you're doing… often, it's like when your elders are concerned but aren't gonna ask if you like, need therapy, he'll just go “Are you alright, дикий?” and when you go yeah what why he's just got his arms crossed, nodding, then walks away.

Is VERY impressed by you on the battlefield, even he's sure he wouldn't be able to tank some of the hits that you do. Your handle on adrenaline is completely spectacular in his eyes.

Would call you wild one, animal, beast, terror, but also throw in little sun when a fight has gone particularly well, proving your fiery fury!!

~~~

Engineer

Probably the closest to you, a little crazy himself, but sane enough off the field.

Highly appreciates your input on anything he's scrapping together, especially when he's tinkering with his turrets. Usually you drive the enemy into them like cattle, so polite questions and curious advice is always treasured.

“Now… I already got the wrangler shield, but that is an awfully good idea there…” Followed by various skeewiff utterances as he works out the kinks of the massive thing he's just haphazardly welded with a folding mechanism onto his sentry.

You'd bring him fresh baked goods sometimes and he wouldn't stop thinking about you for at least a week after, the way to his heart is through food and dear god you give him an arrhythmia <3.

~~~

Medic

Sick of chasing after you after about a week of battles, and eventually begins wondering if he can legally sedate you and/or poke around in your brain to see what makes you tick.

Finds it endearing, how anarchic you are in the heat of war, compared to how civil and polite you are outside of it.

His birds peck at their barred enclosures when they hear your name like they've been accidentally conditioned, knowing they'll be let out for the duration of his usual pacing and rambling session in his office.

“Oh mein Gott, das ist verdammt nochmal unmöglich.” He would absolutely SEETHE over you sometimes, but then you'd come into his office with tea or coffee and biscuits and bird seed and he'd be like oh. Oh you're just nice, huh?

You're the only person willing to listen to his excited rambles about human physiology and general biology, he'd show you vivisection research images, organs, all the sorts until he can see that you're a little offput, then he'll be like,

“Oh, sorry freund! Archimedes tell them it is fine, please. Zhe bird knows these things better than I!” And little mister ‘medes comes and settles down on you for a snug, probably nipping at ya if you don't pet him.

~~~

Sniper

Likes it, LOVES it in fact, he won't show it, but having someone who keeps the enemy's attention long enough for him to get a few picks has him giggling and kicking his feet (metaphorically, of course).

“Oh that one? Aye well… They're about as ruthless as a dunny rat, I'd say, bites like a blue ‘n all.” He'd mutter to anyone who asks what he thinks about you, a strange question, but he's an honest man.

Being a particularly distant man, you don't get very close, but sometimes on late nights when it's too cold for him to be in the camper, he'll settle down in the common room with some knitting going for a few hours before he feels tired enough to head to his room. If you get up for a drink and spot him, he's more than happy for a little chat when you come over and start asking him about what he's doing.

He tries to teach you knitting, which goes alright, eventually offers to teach you some marksmanship but you politely decline.

“More of a hands-on approach, ey? Well, can't knock it mate, seen you take down those blokes like they're nothing but jumbucks.”

~~~

Spy

Is always wearing his cloak and dagger watch for the first while of you arriving, hides in the choke points of certain stations and watches the carnage upclose, trying to stay as still as possible so as not to be seen.

Finds you very amusing, but like Scout, is incredibly sceptical. His curious stalking is not limited only to the battlefield, he often lingers in the shadows of the base just watching you. Mostly when you're cooking, making sure you won't slip anything nefarious into their food.

Does NOT buy any of the stuff you tell them. It's all a little on the nose, all this about working at puppy shelters, saving cats from trees, talking down burglars? Unbelievable, and he will not be convinced.

Does some incredibly invasive snooping, probably literally going through your stuff when you're out of the room, and never really truly comes around to see eye to eye with you.

~~~

General

After a while of you being amongst them, and everyone's settled, Christmas would come up, and much as it would usually be a very casual thing between the lads, everyone would be so enamored with the thoughtful gifts you'd get them.

Miss Pauling would be genuinely so frightened by you, she'd only really see or hear about you on the battlements, not so much when you're at your times of peak kindness. She would also probably not be very convinced by your alleged acts of kindness, but wouldn't be too bothered either way.

#tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 #tf2 imagines #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #ask

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mizukithrowaway · 4 months ago

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Hi. I'm Mizuki, or Midori, or Kyuumi, or Ouija, whatever you may know me by, or maybe you don't know me at all. In either case, to most people, this whole post is probably going to look really random, and I guess it kind of is.

Would really appreciate boosts on this,,

This post is about a certain person who goes by the name Dave. Dave was a mod on oddballs and was pretty popular on tumblr at some point. But then he groomed 3 minors (all 15 and under at the time, and he was 18), sent nudes to them, did stuff (yk) on call with one, admitted to getting off on CSEM, and is now victim-blaming his victims in a discord server full of groomer apologists. So now I'm making this post because it actually makes me sick seeing an actual full-on groomer have completely support.

More under the cut. ^_^

Let's start from the beginning.

This situation revolves around me, my boyfriend, and an ex of mine who I rlly hate too much to name tbh. I was 15, my boyfriend was 14, and that other one was 13. Dave was 18. This happened around March ot last year.

I was pretty active on tumblr at the time and was generally a pretty popular person, and so was my boyfriend. Before us, Dave was also pretty popular on tumblr. I ended up looking up to Dave prior to actually meeting him because I really admired his opinions and how he didn't really seem to back down from them. At the time, I thought that was really cool because I was struggling to be very confident with my opinions and stuff.

Eventually, I started a discord server called The Idol's lounge, which I believe still exists, but I don't have access to the account that runs it anymore. Dave joined the server, and I got excited because, again, I really looked up to him. Me and my boyfriend vc'd with Dave a couple times, he shared some opinions of his with us, and because I admired him so much, I sort of just roller with it. The opinions shared were those of pro-CSEM beliefs and such, and as much as I can confidently say that I am firmly against those beliefs now, I really wanted his approval. The previously mentioned ex (who wasn't actually dating us at the time, I'll explain in a moment) also joined in one of these vcs at one point.

Things eventually got more close between the three of us. Me and my boyfriend started talking about the situation a little more, and we both expressed how much we really admire and look up to him and how cool it was that we could talk to him, but we also both felt like we had to put on a bit of a show in order to get his approval.

Around the same time we started to get to know Dave more personally. Some other guy who was in his 30s also came around claiming to have 4 TB of CSEM content. This guy (who is named Leon) reached out to the ex, did the whole grooming startup routine, but then he offered to send (ex) CSEM. Dave then told (ex) to go for it and was very weirdly encouraging of (ex) getting in contact with Leon and viewing those images, and (ex) ended up listening and going for it. Leon told (ex) that he wanted to groom my boyfriend (claiming that he wanted to "declaw" him) and for some fucking reason (ex) encouraged my boyfriend to reach out to Leon. Thankfully, my boyfriend didn't do that, but he did feel pretty weird about the whole thing, especially the role Dave played in getting (ex) to contact Leon in the first place.

Eventually, about a week or so into the friendship, my boyfriend, (ex) and Dave were all in a vc. My boyfriend was splitting on me at the time (BPD) and wasn't exactly in the mood to be around me. When I joined the vc, he said something that upset me, so I left and messaged him about it instead. It was very obvious that he was splitting on me in the dm exchange between us, and during his splits, my boyfriend tends to be extremely impulsive. Since he wasn't getting positive attention from me at the time (considering he was splitting on me and didn't want me around), he went to seek attention from Dave instead, which turned into my boyfriend getting flirty in search of approval. (ex) took that as an invitation to start flirting with my boyfriend too, and so did Dave, instead of being a responsible person around this clearly upset 14 year old.

I asked my boyfriend if things were happening with Dave based on a gut feeling, and after my boyfriend confirmed, I ran to Dave's dms and begged him pretty much not to get with my boyfriend. What did Dave do? He told me he wouldn't, read the dms out to my boyfriend on vc, and laughed about it pretty much.

Desperate to not lose my boyfriend and fp to this asshole, I caved and suggested that we just have a polycule. I didn't want to lose my boyfriend. Dave accepted instead of just NOT grooming my bf, and so me, him, (ex), and my boyfriend all got together. I was not happy. I didn't want to be a part of it. However, since the options were join the polycule or lose my boyfriend to grooming (again), I joined.

After we got together, things got worse. Dave continued expressing pro-CSEM views and even told my boyfriend (14) and (ex) (13) where to find it, along with zoo NSFW videos. He even offered to give his login to a zoo (c)orn site once, but eventually decided against doing that. That same night, my boyfriend and Dave did stuff on call right in front of me while I was age regressed. Dave also sent nudes around this time and also paid (ex) for nudes.

Now here's where the breaking point FINALLY happened.

I noticed that my boyfriend was starting to distance from Dave and (ex), and that's when I knew I had to talk to him about the situation. I brought it up on vc and we talked about stuff, and that's when my boyfriend expressed that he'd been episodic pretty much the entire time and had only recently come down. This was pretty obvious to me, considering I know what his episodes look like, but I was too scared to say anything before. We talked about the whole thing, and then we agreed that we needed to get out of there. We blocked Dave and (ex) and tried to leave it at that at first, but then I brought it up to my discord server because I was beyond stressed out, and I guess it spread from there.

Eventually, someone who knew Dave's roommate got in touch with me and my boyfriend, and after we sent the info, the roommate was added to the group chat, saw all of the information and screenshots, and then made the choice to kick Dave out. I can't fully remember how he got "chased off" of oddballs, but he deserved it after playing victim after being rightfully kicked out. And Dave, no, it's not your victims' faults that your roommate didn't want to house a groomer. Maybe don't groom children or pay for underage nudes.

Anyways, yeah, making this because grooming 3 minors and then claiming that YOU are the victim is actually crazy.

Oh and also this because. Admitting this is crazy work. What.. (screenshot was taken in March)

I really dgaf if this was before he was 18. Still proof of him admitting to being pro-CSEM and consuming content of it

One of the victims being considered a bad person doesn't give you an excuse to groom them and DEFINITELY doesn't give you an excuse to continue to call them hot btw

Also this bullshit.. imagine claiming that 2 kids who admitted to looking up to you wanted to commit crimes that toy literally said you thought were "based" AS IF IT WASN'T OBVIOUSLY FOR APPROVAL??

oh and shoutout to this fucking weirdo for being the biggest groomer apologist and victim blamer ever LMAO ( @begaydocrimebutnotlikethat )

The server this all happened in is called radical crossing btw. Not shocking that the groomer apologists/supporters are in there though considering its reputation lawl

#pro rq 🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#rq safe #rqc🌈🍓#rq community #pro radq #radq safe #radq please interact #radqueer #transid #anti radqueer

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michimonie · 5 months ago

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I've been casually working on a College AU

...and I'm so sorry for those who are over these kind of AUs.

I have a Discord server where I write little fanfics and stuff for myself, and have been adding to it for years. One of the repeating ones is a College AU that involves characters from a few different shows.

Since I've been feeling down, I figured I'd make a little post about it in case anyone is interested.

Check below for character art and blurbs.

This whole thing started with the fearsome four, so I'll start there.

Fearsome Four

They've been friends since the beginning of college (and some longer). While they don't always have a lot in common, and may bicker often, they do genuinely enjoy being around each other. They like to meet up sometimes to share a meal and complain about their lives or talk up a recent project.

Reggie (Reginald Bushroot) Plant Molecular Biology & Plant Sciences

Shy, lonely, kind, gets bullied. He spends most of his time in the nature center and greenhouses. Students in his (and similar) degrees/programs have reserved spaces around there, and his happens to be in one of the greenhouses. He spent a long time working out a special process that could give people plantlike qualities, and eventually succeeded (on himself.) For the sake of keeping him in the college storyline, he has the ability to believably make himself look "normal," but it's not something he likes to maintain for too long.

Bud Flud (Or is it Flood?) Business Administration & Management

Manipulative, stubborn, selfish, still cares about his friends. He's the sole heir to his family's company. When his mother died, she left the company to him, but his father has been finding every delay or loophole to keep it all in his own hands. One day he's invited on a full tour of the main building for their biggest earner: bottled water. An executive (or at least someone hired to look like one) takes an excited Bud around and they eventually end up in the lowest basement floor, where he's pushed into one of the vats. Bud's father ran stories in all forms of media asap saying Bud was dead. Just outside the city, he reforms on the side of a river and sneaks back to his dorm. similar to Bushroot, I wanted him to be able to actively participate in college things, so he can hold a more "normal-looking" form that takes advantage of his watery abilities (and maaaybe makes himself look a bit stronger/beefier.) Eventually, he does get revenge on his father and takes over the company, but attempts to stay in college, because he doesn't want to leave his friends.

Jackie (Quackerjack) Mechanical Engineering & Robotics

Chaotic, fun, kind, impulsive. All he's ever wanted was to make toys and games (not the electronic kind) for people of all ages, but every time he had ever proposed his prototypes or ideas to companies, they had shot him down. Every time they'd become more and more harsh about it. During the final presentation the representatives he was presenting for told him he'd never get into the industry, and that's when he snapped. With his skills in engineering (and sewing), he created a toy army in secret as well as his signature costume, and proceeded to take down the companies that told him he'd never succeed. After his revenge, he is the first one to lead the group into becoming supervillains and tends to take on the leadership role more often than not (although, Bud takes charge in a few instances.)

Elmo Sputterspark (Megavolt) Electromechanical Engineering Technology

Socially anxious, guarded, has a hard time showing emotions, but genuinely cares for his friends. He started off college as the smartest one in class, always participating (even if he hated his fellow classmates), and doing extra credit often, even though he never needed it. He proposed his ideas on electricity and generation of it, and his professors laughed him out of the room. That's when he knew he was going to prove them wrong. Once he started making some real progress on his life's work, he stopped doing it in his reserved space in the science wing and started working on it in his dorm (which is against the rules, but no one's stopped him yet.) As he continued his work, he started getting into tunnel vision, his friends occasionally dropping by to bring him food and things. After an experiment, he found that he's become a living battery. Instead of his brain immediately being fried by the process (like in the show), his brain gets more jumbled as he continues to use his abilities. At some point he shows his new successful invention to his professors and they refuse to acknowledge his work, but still look into what he did. At a later date, he found out that they stole his work and put it out as theirs. Jackie suggested getting revenge so they go get back at them together.

The Theater Kids

While not a particularly tight-knit group, they do end up spending a decent amount of time together. They all are in majors in the Theater wing of the college, but Jim, Drake, and Duckula tend to get put on projects together (generally to Duckula's dismay.) Meanwhile, Drake, Duckula, and Daffy are all major players in the Event Planning Committee, mainly because they all want to host and be the center of attention.

(Warning: there's a lot of "and he's the son of..." in this part)

Jim Starling Acting

Selfish, guarded, standoffish, but serious about his work. He's secretly the son of the actor who played Darkwing Duck in the old show, but hates Darkwing for that exact reason. While it's a secret, Drake knew immediately and wanted to meet him, only to find Jim threatening him to never tell anyone. Before Drake showed up, he used to get every hero/protagonist role in major productions from the college, but now he only gets villain/antagonist roles. It angers him to no end that his roles are being "stolen" by this new guy. Through one means or another, he ended up meeting the actual Negaduck (90s) and while they're trapped together for a bit, Negaduck helps inspire him to play the best villain he can.

Drake Mallard Acting

Kind, stubborn, arrogant. One of the founding members of the college's Darkwing Duck Fan Club (the other being LP, but he doesn't actually go to college there.) His dorm room is filled with Darkwing merch of all kinds. As a member of the Event Planning Committee, he's the only one willing to do the paperwork and early prep for events. While sitting at a computer filling out forms and doing expense sheets isn't the most fun, it does give him more freedom to slip in a few Darkwing events and episode showings without running them by the rest of the committee. At a later point, Negaduck stalks the college campus and another character (Buck) suspects Drake and Jim. It's revealed soon after that Drake is the son of the actual Darkwing (who existed alongside the show.) His mother is Morgana Macawber and his older sister, Gosalyn, is Quiverwing Quack, local beloved superhero. His parents retired from superheroing and are traveling the world (though we all know DW is likely still running into problems, lol.) His father left him all of his old gear so Drake could take up the superhero mantle, but he's been too scared of ruining DW's legacy and being in his father's shadow. During the investigation, they find out Negaduck had put a tracker on DW's old suit and was back for revenge. Drake tried to pretend to be his dad to trick Negaduck, but it didn't work. Afterwards, they confide in Jim and get him to play DW, and he successfully convinces Negaduck long enough to get him trapped. Once Negaduck is turned over to the police, Drake rethinks his situation and slowly learns to be his own Darkwing, eventually making his own suit to fit.

Count Duckula (or just Duckula) Drama / Dramatics / Theatre Arts

Arrogant, dense, vaguely evil, but also very lonely. Unlike most students, he doesn't live in a dorm. Like his previous incarnation, his castle can warp wherever he wants to go, so he just warped near campus and set up his castle so that it wouldn't leave (for Duckula fans, I assume he just had to remove his cuckoo clock.) Out of the Event Planning Committee members, he's the best at event prep and technical stuff. You need a projector? You need a fog machine? You need a DJ setup? He can get it and set it up easily. He doesn't even seem to be aware of his skills in prepping sets and equipment. That being said, as they were deciding who got to host the biggest party of the year, he won and was super excited to host. It was definitely his favorite part of the year and made everything else worth it. Meanwhile, his skills in acting could definitely use some work. He once had to play a damsel in distress for a group exercise and Duckula's work was so bland, Jim came out with a chainsaw and scared him into saying his lines right. This mainly worked because his only lines were basically "help" and "save me!" One problem for Duckula is that he's a vampire, which is one reason why he wants to do theater so much, no cameras required. There are cameras that can capture his image, but they are unbelievably expensive. His dream is to get a bunch of those cameras and fulfill his family's dream of becoming famous. (For Duckula fans, this version is based on the 18th, who can show up in cameras, but this was added for more drama.) At one point he gets it in his head that animation would mean he doesn't need cameras, but he decided to hypnotize the entire animation wing to make him an animated pilot he wrote (and not a very good one.) After the hypnosis wore off, they chased him down, ready to stake his heart with styluses (styli?) and pencils until he agreed to bring them snacks for a year and donate to the animation wing.

Daffy Duck (Jr?) Musical Theater

Arrogant, aloof, chaotic. He's the son of the original Daffy, and a big Duck Dodgers fan. Since he's rarely paired in a group with Jim, Drake, and Duckula, he tends to tease their group a lot and give them grief when they use the stage too often for their practice. As a member of the Event Planners, he focuses on the decor and aesthetic for events. He also bothers Drake often about doing Duck Dodgers showings and bugs him about Dodgers being "better" and "more beloved." He'll slack off sometimes during event work when it comes to actually putting things up, but his decorating plans are actually pretty solid and eye-catching. He'll occasionally do social media stuff for events, too (especially if he's the one who gets to host them.)

The Rest

Other characters I didn't really have a group for, but are still important.

Buck McDuck (Aka Young Scrooge McDuck) Business Administration & Management

Stubborn, clever, impulsive. He took on the alternate name of Buck because he thought it would sound cool and give him the chance to separate his college life from his family life prior. His first year at college, he decided to take on a job as a part-time security guard, which he soon found was going to be very high stress. Catching small time security stuff was easy and boring, but soon a costumed villain (Negaduck) showed up and started causing problems. He never watched Darkwing and wasn't in the area during Darkwing's time as a hero, so it wasn't until way later on that he found out Negaduck was the criminal messing with campus (and constantly escaping him.) Eventually he had to work with Drake (and later on, Jim) to catch Negaduck and turn him over to the police. Buck was already becoming worn out from this madness, but it wasn't until a later incident involving Birch (Badboy) Goodman that made him quit his job and instead focus his efforts on selling homemade study guides (similar to Azul Ashengrotto of Twisted Wonderland) and doing odd jobs around campus (like helping the event committee) for extra cash. Luckily, these jobs also ended up paying better. Sometimes he likes to do his schoolwork while hanging out with the animals in the veterinary area, but he'd never tell anyone about that. I had an idea for his brother (from Italian comics) Gideon McDuck to show up and jumpstart the newspaper / reporter club, but that wouldn't happen until Buck was at least in his second or third year. Also, the possibility of Glomgold meeting him during some kind of international competition, losing, and transferring just to be able to beat Buck at things in his own classes.

Sylvester Pussycat Graphic Design & Illustration

Creative, sneaky, aloof. He's an ex-delinquent with a love for graffiti, who wants to become a muralist. Instead of a dorm, he saved some cash by renting a studio apartment nearby. It's a bit run down, but he knows a guy so he gets it at a steep discount. He's definitely butted heads with Buck on a few occasions (when Buck worked security), especially when he got a hold of Black 4.0 paint — he painted cartoonish holes in parts of campus, which really messed with people (imagine walking into a room that's now just a black void.) After he was forced to clean it all up as punishment, he promised not to paint all over campus again (but the city is fair game.) As one of the best resident artists who also is strapped for cash, the Event Planning Committee hires him often for poster, banner, and flyer designs. As an extra bit of fun, if he sees Duckula trying to hypnotize someone, he'll jump in and stop him— usually by pushing his beak up towards the ceiling. Duckula obviously gets annoyed at it, but Sylvester tells him that's what he gets for hypnotizing people.

Birch Goodman (Badboy) Neurobiology & Behavior

Kind, sweet, polite, cinnamon roll who must be protected. (Rude, selfish, uncouth, punk rocker)

Thee original Birch is transformed by his machine (and a thoughtless Danger Mouse) into a villain, but this version is instead semi-transformed through an accident while testing it. Through that accident, he gets stuck in a sort of Jekyll and Hyde situation where both versions of him share the same body (For Disney Comics fans: Think Gyro Gearloose / The Mad Ducktor.) Birch wanted to make a machine that could help the world learn to be more polite and peaceful, while Badboy wants to use it to make everyone embrace rudeness. Birch has a reserved space towards the back of the science wing, so he doesn't talk too often with others, especially since the accident. Whenever Badboy takes over, he avoids classes in favor of causing chaos around campus with a smaller, more temporary version of the machine, in the shape of a megaphone. To Buck's dismay, Badboy always slips away without leaving a clue as to who he really is. Birch wants to finish the main machine in hopes it can undo his situation, and he hopes he'll be the first to use it. Unfortunately, Badboy is the one to finish it and immediately unleashes it on the campus (with plans to unleash it on the world.) Luckily, Buck and the Fearsome Four were off-campus during the initial blast. They come back and realize they're likely the only ones unaffected, which leads to them working together to take Badboy down and deactivate the machine. As Buck, Quackerjack, Liquidator, and Bushroot distract Badboy (who ends up being more of a challenge than they expected), Megavolt works to rewire the machine. Once reactivated, everyone on campus returned to normal, including Birch. Though, even with Badboy gone, he sometimes falls back into his ruder ways.

If people like this, I can do occasional run throughs of other AUs and things from my Discord.

Also, for anyone wondering "why these characters?" I picked a few of my favorite characters at the time, and since this was written over the course of a few years, it ended up being a random assortment. I also run through a certain rule that characters must be from the same generation, if that makes sense. Since I had added Buck, I didn't feel comfortable just bringing in Donald, Della, Daisy, or other characters from the younger (duck cousins) generation. Another application of this was picking which generation Gosalyn and Launchpad would be a part of, which is why I went with Gosalyn is from 90s DW, so she's an adult (who is only ever mentioned, tbh), but LP appears occasionally at the college as a friend (or more) of Drake.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I typed this up real quick before bed.

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disarmd · 30 days ago

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For the fic ask game: feel free to do one or all of these 💕

4, 17 and 24

[fic ask game]

4. a story idea you haven't written yet

i already mentioned my unhinged porny rapunzel idea, but i have lots of story ideas, so i will answer again, haha. i think a lot about a lando/max/ofc fic, like the whole story be one scene where they're out partying together. it would obviously have to be au- no partners and children. but lando thinking max is straight and trying to navigate a bi threesome with him would be 10/10. i don't want to describe it too fully now in case i actually do end up writing it but themes around masculinity, competition/friendship, internalized homophobia. and a threesome. so, that's the stuff.

24. how do you recharge when you're not feeling creative

i'm just going to keep saying this every time i answer a question on this topic to try to do my tiny part to combat productivity obsession, but if i don't want to write, i just think: yeah, you're tired, you don't have to write. but it can be really hard, like sometimes i'll feel bad and i'll think i want to write, but it actually makes me feel worse.

but to actually answer the question, broad strokes, i think it's like:

do i want to feel more inspired? that often comes from consuming other people's art. can't happen on demand, because it has to be the right thing that hits in the right way, but when the feeling hits, it's the greatest joy.

do i want to have more things to write about? might have to go out and do some living. sometimes have to refill the lived experience tank.

do i want to feel more connected to a creative community? i was hitting a wall writing in abidance where it felt like i'd been writing it for quite a long time, so i decided to start posting, and that ended up being the absolute best decision. going from more solitary to a shared experience of communication made me feel so recharged, and it went from "finishing so it'll be done" to like "finishing so i can share with these specific people who have been so awesome." or if a don't have a wip in a place where i can start posting, just getting to come on tumblr and do like fic ask games or talk about writing generally can feel really recharging. and then certainly getting to hang out in friends' gdocs and like being in that reader role instead of the writer one. the balance of creating and contributing and consuming.

and then just looking after the meatsack. i am not feeling creative today because i threw my neck out on tuesday and haven't been sleeping all week and there's nothing that's going to fix that other than HOPEFULLY eventually not being in pain and catching up on sleep. i'm trying to do more strength training but apparently i'm only capable of lifting from my neck and it's making me so fucking mad, even though i went to a physio who said my form was correct and i shouldn't be having problems, but anyway. human bodies, unfortunately. they do also impact our brains.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

i wrote the longest response to this, which i imagine most people won't want to read, but eye personally love hearing about other people's writing process, so this is like the FULL ANSWER in case there are other folks who feel the same.

i only start writing when i've got past daydreaming about ~vibes and have the actual shape of a story in my mind. not full and complete, but a story shaped story, broadly. then, i write whatever i am most interested in, from any part of the story. however, because i love delayed gratification, i usually save some amount of the stuff i'm most excited about to write last. it's very comforting, if you're feeling stuck, to know you've got Scene XYZ saved, and you already know how that's going to go and you're confident you're going to be able to write it, so you're not STUCK stuck. you're just having trouble with some of the story.

depending, i might write a whole scene in one writing session, or multiple small ones, or just scene fragments. sometimes i come to the same scene multiple times. like if you imagine i have to write everything from one through ten, i might write 3 and 4, and then another day write 6, and then another day 2, 7 and 9. like just keep coming back to chip away at it. and i do think of it as chipping away, because it feels like i'm approaching it from different angles. first we carve away this, then this, then that. i start as close as possible to the thing that matters most in the scene instead of working my way up to it. often it turns out a scene can start very close to the best bit.

but it can get to the point of being quite annoying to have so many different unfinished parts, so eventually i start going through chronologically and finishing things. i'll move the finished stuff to a separate gdoc to share with a friend. in addition to everything else amazing about having someone willing to look at your WIP, i really really like being incentivized to finish entire sections. like, boom, first chapter done and gone. i'm pretty good at holding a lot of stuff in my head, but eventually the mental load gets to me a bit. also i use white space to represent how much text there should ultimately be between different scene fragments and at a certain point it's just irritating to have to scroll so much.

as i'm writing, i spend a lot of time moving scenes around and changing the order of information delivery, which i guess is called figuring out pacing and crafting the narrative arc. perhaps because i don't write chronologically, scenes feel very movable to me, and i think i see it visually in my head more like a film editor. i know it seems like A would have to follow B would have to follow C, and sometimes that's true, but often it's like: you can have A first OR you can have B first, but if A is first it's going to hit this way or vice versa, and either can work but you have to approach some details differently. i think a lot about how it maps out on the -- I'll use "intimacy" as the catch-all word, but it can be a lot of different things -- how it maps out on the intimacy graph, where two characters are getting close and then repelling apart before coming closer yet. should events happen when people are feeling good towards each other, or bad? so sometimes "writing" is just rearranging scene fragments.

I don't do it all the time, but for a decent number of scenes i'll write them out in my head first. and by that I don't mean imagine it, though i also do that: i'll actually "write" by thinking the literal words. and then i'll see where that gets to, and often it goes too far this way, so then i can rewind and branch it somewhere different instead. things happen different in words as opposed to imagination. in imagination you can gloss over the points of friction. in writing, a character can't ask for it, he has to say the literal words. writing it in my head makes it easier to then sit down and actually type it on the keyboard, and often i've been able to work through issues already.

by the last 10-15% of the story, all that should be left to write is the most unhinged porn scene, because i save the best of last, and probably the bulk of the final scenes. it's important to me to know the ending -- in broad strokes -- pretty much as soon as i start writing, but i save physically writing it until the end to make sure it'll feel tonally correct.

i consider everything i just described to be writing, but there are some parts of that which could be considered editing. i do some amount of word level/line edits in the wip doc, but more passes over in the gdoc annotated by the kind friend. sometimes it's quite torturous to read over your own writing and when i'm actively editing… oh girl she's a critical brain. she's mean. you don't want her sitting beside you on the bus. she's going to have you crying before you're even pulled off your street. but in the nice gdoc there are other people's words, literally, and it pulls me back into remembering it's possible to like the story. and ideally i do! and i have some moments or maybe there are even some scenes that consistently manage to make me feel good spending time in the story. because i'm writing what i want to read. like i always INTEND on having fun with it.

i edit for typos (i make a lot), grammar, clarity, repetition in any form - so using the same word, action, sentence structure (i love intentional repetition of parallel sentences but i do it too much in my early drafts and have to weed out the weaklings). redundancy or over explanation. too much itemized description of physical actions. ing verbs. useless words ("almost"). sentence and paragraph length. voice in dialogue, word choices, rhythm. continuity and correctness. sometimes i've missed bits between two scene fragments, which needs to be filled in. i'll delete whole sentences and maybe a paragraph, but not likely a larger chunk than that. i delete a lot, but usually end up with a net increase to the word count because i'm more likely to have gone too sparse. i add prose around dialogue, space between action, additional layers of description, sometimes physicality.

but then the final final edit is probably going to be deleting yet again, and, now, the story is done!

we did it, guys, we got all the way to the end (of this epic post and of the hypothetical story haha). ily and you're a hero if you're actually reading these words.

#saapphicx #replies #fic ask game #thanks for letting me talk about writing!!!! <3

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