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suffering-frombrain-rot · 10 months

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Obey me brothers + crew watching MC do a diamond painting

I've never done a post like this before, let alone anything for this fandom, but I'm doing a diamond painting myself, and these boys decided to rotate in my brain while doing so. I hope ya'll enjoy this crack post!

Lucifer

-he thinks it's an interesting concept

-he likes checking in on your progress as you place the tiny gems on the right spaces

-far too tedious and time consuming for him to do

- if he ever had a break, then he'd maybe like to try it out with you

-he'd let you work on it in his office while he works as long as you SWEAR you wont make a mess with the gems

-if you do happen to spill some, he'll make sure you pick up every last one, double and triple check that they're all accounted for

-if you give it to him, hed definitely frame it and put it either in a hallway or in his room

Mammon

-he thinks its dumb, why would you spend so much time doing something like that when you could just get a premade one or the same image without the gems?

-he loves watching you do it, he'll say all that to your face, but we all know he'd wanna watch you the whole time

-gets exited when you send him updates, but he'll just respond with a "nice" or something

-he'd wanna try it out with you so you get him one of his own

-he spills the crystals all over the sticky part on accident

-doesn't know how the tools work, he'd also put them on upside down on accident

-he'd frame your finished one and hang it above his bed~

-he's never letting his see the light of day

Leviathan

-he'd play lots of puzzle games, so he sees the appeal in doing something like that

-it's said in a group chat, idk what it was called, but he likes to be able to be in a room with a person and do two completely different things, he doesn't need constant communication or even doing the same thing as the person really to be happy in their presence

-so I'd like to imagine he'd love having you work on your project on the floor of his room while he plays a game or watches a anime

-he'd occasionally check up on you to see your progress!

-maybe he'd order his own of Hana Ruri off Akuzan to work on with you the next time you bring it over to his room

-I don't think he'd hang it anywhere if you offered to give it to him, boy has too many posters on his wall anyways

-he'd say that you worked too hard on it to give it away to someone so quickly

Satan

-my true love <3

-anyways

-Satan is an art enthusiast and gives me a 'try anything and everything' type of vibe

-he'd want to do one with you, he'd make a date of it and everything

-get him a cat one PLEASE!!!

-he'd probably also like one of the starry night, but cats are the top priority 👌

-he'd start to get a bit impatient over time, and a little frustrated if he makes a mistake or spills the gems everywhere

-but he has you with him, so he can easily laugh it off and go back to working on it

-especially if you're enjoying doing it with him, that's the most important part!

-he'd probably want to trade with you once you both finish with them!

Asmodeous

-Also very artistic, like Satan

-he'd comment on how you're doing

"Wow! Your hands are so steady~"

"You have such a nice concentration face!"

-all the compliments might get frustrating if you're trying to focus, but it's okay because you love him

-he'd get one to do with you once you finish your first one, he'd love the closeness of working on such a long project with you

-he is very VERY good at the placement of every gem, he does nails and makeup as well as art occasionally so it is only natural

-he wants it to be perfect

-definitely posting work in progress pics on Devilgram

-takes pics of you working for himself~ he loves the candid shots

-and of course posts the final products together once ya'll finish

-he'd let you hold onto the one you did together so you can look at it and think of him~

Beelzebub

-he'd try to eat it

-it looks like little candies

-candy goes in his mouth

-simple math

-but seriously, make sure he's not gonna eat it if you do one of these around him

-he'd try his hardest to help you out if you ask, but I don't think he has the hand-eye coordination

-like Levi, I think he'd like to watch you in silence as you work on it

-maybe do some workouts while you work?

-he'd probably want to hang it on the fridge since that's where he is a lot of the time, and the others can look at it when they're in the kitchen :)

Belphegor

-Belhpie probably wouldn't care all that much

-he'd think it's pretty, but watching you work on it is putting him to sleep

-he'd probably also want to help you with it, just so it doesn't take you too long

-he can just tell that working on it hurts your back from being hunched over for too long

-go lay down with him, it'd be much nicer, he could rub your back as you both fall asleep

-there's always tomorrow to work on it

-he'd wanna show your work to Beel once it's done

-hed also wanna hang it on one of the walls on his side of the room

Diavolo

-LET HIM DO ONE TOO

-PLEASE

-IT LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN!

-he'd watch you do it, then try to learn the best ways to do one himself

-(may be projecting a little here) he wouldnt know that you could place more than one at a time

-gets well over a quarter or so of the way through before realizing the long thing at the end of the pen you can use to place multiple down at once

-he feels silly but that's okay because hes having fun!

-he'd get one for Barbs too so the three of you could work on it together during any free time you have

-Puts too much pressure while going to pick up the gems and spills them all over out of the tray

-you help him clean them up every time, and you frequently have to use tweezers to take the gems off of the spaces of the picture they spilled on

-even if it's a messy process, you both have lots of fun making them

-he'd put it on his desk in a frame if you gave him yours

-you probably gave it to him as compensation for his messed up one

-shows it off every chance he gets

Barbatos

-if he sees that you're struggling with your project, he'd take over for a bit to show you the best way to do it

-he's like an annoying art teacher that keeps correcting your project when you didn't ask for it

-it's fine though, just tell him you don't need help and he'll respectfully leave you to your work

-he'd make you tea and snacks while you work if you're someone like me who gets too absorbed in your work to take a break

-also would massage your shoulders while idly talking with you about whatever topics your conversation leads

-he'd organize the bags of gems for you, makes sure everything is neat and tidy weather or not you ask for it

-if you wanted to give it to him, he'd happily set it up somewhere visible in the castle

Simeon

-Ugh!

-he'd love watching you work on it!

-he thinks its so pretty how it comes together and becomes so vibrant!

-he'd go and get several to bring up to the celestial realm

-he'd love working on them outside in the light of the celestial realm because of how shiny they are!

-he'd definitely hide things from you just to mess with you

-you need a certain color? Simeon has it in his pocket

-you set your tool down to do something else? He's grabbed it

-will give it back if you kiss him~ he promises <3

-he'd cherish it forever if you gave it to him when you're done!

Solomon

-he'd use magic to mess with you

-inverting the colors, making the colors the same, placing them on the spots for you with magic

-TELL HIM TO STOP

-the fossil has no right

-anyways hes like Simeon with the prank pulling

-he'd stop once you tell him and will revert the changes, then would go back to watching you peacefully as you work

-would be so so happy if you gave it to him, he'd brag to the others that you gave him such a personal and intricate gift

-he's gonna get killed by the others some way or anthother

-but that's fine

-he loves toying with death

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me brothers

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simp999 · 4 months

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LITTLE FRI-IEND!!!

Proto x Lil/NV! Reader Drabble

Wc: 0.7k

A/N: Sorry I was gone for so long I had to take a shower. Gotta go walk my fish now bye ya'll

A/N 2: @physically-bloody-medibot my beloved. He

Taglist: @medibot-truther

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You didn't have time to react when your door suddenly opened, and you saw that all-too familiar adorable smile in your doorway.

He waved with both hands, forgetting to ask if he was even allowed to enter- not that it was an issue anyway.

You absentmindedly attempted to cover your face with the soft sleeve of your massive cloud-like hoodie.

Proto slightly tilted his head. Something seemed different. He liked it, but he couldn't put a finger on it. You sure looked cozy, though! And maybe a little nervous? You seemed your melt into your blankets and plushies that surrounded you as he cautiously approached, but it only made you look even cozier.

Now that he was right next to your bed, all he could do now was bend down to your height. Still wearing that ever-curious expression, right up until he brought up his hand to approach your face and- boop! He jumped back a bit just as you did, the sound of his antenna wagging becoming a noticeable noise.

He wasn't sure whether big noises were welcome, so he opted to keep his voice as hushed as he could (-which wasn't very, but he's doing his best.)

[IS FRI-IEND DOING OKAY?]

His tone seemed much more happy than worried, and his expression only softened when you snuggled farther into your hoodie as you nodded.

He examined the empty space beside you, silently asking if you'd like him to join you. You shuffled over just enough for him to sit before shuffling right back, reluctantly allowing your head to drop onto his shoulder. He allowed himself to relax it a bit, letting you get more comfortable. He rested his head on yours gently, enjoying the time spent with you.

His warmth was much enjoyed, and the ||blood softly boiling|| in him sounded much like purring. You'd never noticed it before.

You began to toy with the hem of his labcoat out of boredom, and that's when he remembered an earlier encounter that day.

[WOULD FRIEND LI-IKE TO HEAR ABOUT A BUG I FOU-UND?!]

You softly nodded, and it seemed he didn't mind your silence as it was a comfortable one. He was about to fill it quickly enough anyway. He began to ramble about this bug he 'made friends with' earlier. He attempted to describe it, though it sounded like nothing you've ever seen before. Either you were tired, or he was horrible at describing it- but that's okay; you appreciated his little story nonetheless. He gently moved his hands around as he spoke to exaggerate his movements, only remembering not to be too dynamic since you were still resting on him at times.

He noticed far too late that his labcoat now wasn't being toyed with but simply held, as well of the lack of response to his stories.

He tilted his head again towards you in admiration, enjoying how cute and comfortable you seemed to be. He hoped you were having nice dreams. Ones filled with cotton candy and lollipops! And maybe him if he was lucky?

He went to tug the blanket that was draped over you a little higher before resting his hand next to yours. He was surprised to feel your little fingers wrapped around his. You absentmindedly snuggled closer, and a warm smile grazed your features. Aww, maybe you really were dreaming of him?

It took a lot for him to not begin swaying or wiggling around too much out of excitement, but if you were awake, you'd surely notice the artificial purring growing louder along with the wag of his antenna.

He gently nuzzled his face into your hair once he had finally managed to calm himself a little. He held your tiny hands in his, smiling to himself.

Maybe you two could hang out more like this tomorrow? Proto liked this; he knew that much.

You almost seemed like..

A little kid?

Yeah, this makes him feel even warmer. That's a good thing!

You make him happy. He's so glad to call you his closest friend.

He turns his head to plan a small kiss (? Nuzzle- he's trying his best.) to your hair before getting ready to stay like that for the night.

[NINI, MEIN SCHATZ!]

Jan.5.24

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 month

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Daryl Dixon X Reader

Context: Forbidden Romance! You belong to Shane, but your heart lies with Daryl...💚 Part 2/3

"Damn girl! Your a good shot!" "Well, I've been told I've always had a good aim" "Oh yeh? From who?" "Well I was in a gun club a few years back, and I was hitting bullseyes nearly every shot" "You ain't lyin! You've damn near gone through every glass bottle we had on that fence" "So did you" "Yeh, but noone else in this group can use my crossbow as well as me, I'm impressed" "Is that a compliment Daryl?" He tries to hide his little blush, he pretended to brush it off. "Yeh-well-Lets see if you can hit the one in the far end" You just giggle, you knew you got to him. You and Daryl had been doing this all morning, spending time shooting and chatting, it was lovely. The sound of a car coming back up the driveway made you and Daryl turn to watch, it was Rick and Shane...they were back. But in the back seat....was that Randall? Why wasn't he dropped off? And why do Rick and Shane look all bloodied up? Oh sh#t it looks like they've gotten into a fight while they were out. Rick and Shane lead Randall into the wood shed, and lock him in there before making their way up to the house. You and Daryl both looked as confused as eachother. "Ya'll stay hear, I'll be right back alright?" "Ok" you say as Daryl heads up to the house. Rick and Shane were close, hopefully nothing too serious went down between them....and hopefully it wasn't anything to do with you or Lori. The afternoon went by quick, and when Daryl came back he told you what was happening, and that Randall may know how to get his group hear, which was dangerous.

So he was going to be kept in the wood shed until everyone decides what to do. Your dad and family knew and so did the group, but to be honest that wasn't the most important thing on your mind. You heard nothing back from Rick or Lori about what happened with him and Shane. Or weather Shane listened, and was going to keep his distance or not. Rick was too busy, so you just hoped Shane was busy too. You had walked to the well to grab some water, when Daryl had driven up to you on his impressive moterbike. "Hey! Yah wanna come take a ride with me?" "Really? Why?" "You look like you could use the distraction. Come on, what do yah say?" You felt your chest fill with a light feeling, you hadn't felt this for a long time. Why not? You run up to him smiling, and sit behind him on the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. The vibrations shake you all over as he revs up the engine, then drives towards the road and on down the long roads away from the farm. It was a beautiful day to go for a ride, the sun was bright, the breeze was warm, and the trees were a lovely dark green colour. Daryl was in his element out hear on his bike, like he was born for it. His body was warm, it was a comfort as you held onto him, you didn't care why he asked you out for a drive, you were just happy he did.

About 20 minutes later, he parks up next to a load of abandoned cars on the side of the road. He helps you off the bike and you follow him to the cars. "Why are we hear Daryl? You think there's some supplies?" "Nope" he says before tossing you a small black tool kit, and kneeling down infront of the first car he sees. "I'm gunna teach you how to hot wire a car" "Really?" "Yeh, it's a valuable skill to learn. It'll help you if y'all ever stuck" "That's uhh...very sweet of you to teach me" "It ain't sweet....it's....for survival!" "Yeh...and just one more question, who else have you taught this skill too?" "Uhhh....just you I guess" "Mhhmm..." "Anyway, let's forget that. Come hear and I'll show you what to do" It was quite cute how he's only teaching you, or at least first...you thought he was acting really nice....he is....really nice....were you starting to fall for Daryl? He spent the next two hours talking you through the process, and you were able to hot wire 3/4 cars. It was so easy thanks to Daryl, there was even a moment where you made him chuckle. You knew a laugh wasn't a sure thing, but a chuckle was the closest thing, it was a wonderful sound. He suggested you drive a car back and tell the others about the rest, more cars could mean safer travel, and you agreed. But he didn't head to his bike yet, he lingered...like he doesn't want to go back yet.

"Daryl? Are you ok?" "I'm fine..." "Then why are you so quiet?" "It's nothin....it's nothin...." He looks a little nervous, his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, but when he sees you notice that, he steps away and faces the cars instead on you. Was he?....were you making him nervous? And did he look at your lips for a reason? You felt so calm around him, and you won't lie to yourself, you were attracted to him.

Slowly, you step a little closer to him, he turns to face you, looking so lost. "I....I'm sorry" "For what Daryl?" "For...for just being me, I....I have no idea what I'm doin, and..." "Don't apologise for being yourself Daryl....I like who you are" "I like who you are too, I mean...I like...you...but I have no idea how to..." The poor guy looks flustered, you wanted to help ease his tention. Taking another step closer, your right infront of him now, and your hand gently takes his, stroking your thumb over his knuckles. He looks down at your hands touching, like he's trying to avoid your gase, and that's ok, he wasn't used to this, it was obvious. So you slowly, and gently reach your other hand up to his face and cup his cheek so he's looking at you, his eyes were beautiful, and he was so handsome. Both your voices are almost whispers, especially now you were so close. "Uhh...Y/N" "Yes?" "I...I ain't used to this kind of thing...." "It's ok...I can show you...but only if you want too....." He nods, but you want to be sure. "Tell me Daryl" "......Show me....." Gently leaning in closer to his lips, his eyes close and yours flutter shut as the feel of Daryl's lips finaly meet yours in a feather like touch. You wanted to be slow, gentle with him, and you could sence he wanted that to. The moment you started kissing him, his body became less tense, and his fingers interlocked with your hand he was holding. He was growing more and more comfortable with you. His lips were so soft, so inviting, and his kiss was beautiful. He melted into your touch, even moving both his hands to your hips and holding you closer to him.

You could feel his heartbeat rise each second he kissed you back, but once you both got into a rhythm, he kissed you like nothing else in the world matters. He spends so much time helping others, he's always tence, always on edge and his mind never stops. He never stops, but he finaly is now, it's been so long since he's been able to actualy relax, that it feels almost euphoric for him. His hand snakes it's way up to your hair, tangling it into the back of your scalp, deepening the kiss. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, he was a nervous man, and you didn't want to push him. So the fact that he made that little move, it shows he feels calm around you. Yours and his lips moved together in perfect harmony, like a dance, while taking in his deep scent of cut grass and engine oil. It was earthy, but it was him. His breath was quickening, he was feeling a little overwhelmed with the intensity. You knew he wasn't used to it, so slowly you move back, breaking the kiss, Daryl was breathless, more than you. He didn't let you go, he liked having you this close, but you could tell that kiss was quite a lot for him to experience. Either it's been too long, or he hadn't been kissed like that before. No matter what it was, you weren't going to push him. "I....I won't lie to yah...I've tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss you Y/N..." "You've imagined this?" "Kinda....I never expected it to be better..." You smile warmly at him, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"It's been....it's been a while since....I'm sorry" "No, don't apologise Daryl. I could tell, it's ok, I promise" "How did you know to-" "Pull away?....because I could sence it in you Daryl. I like to think I understand you now. Understand your personality, your boundaries, your needs. And I didn't want you to feel like I was pushing you" "You didn't...not at all...was...was it ok?" "Daryl...I've never been kissed like that before. It was amazing" "Amazingly bad?" "No stupid! (giggle)....Daryl, your a beautiful kisser" He scoffs, blushing slightly. "I think ya'll need your head checked" You laugh, he smiles hearing your laugh, it was like music to him. "What does this moment mean for us Daryl?" "Y/N, I've thought about you like this for a long time, and I won't lie to yah, I did when you told me about Shane" "Oh! Is that why you got so angry?" "Pretty much yeh, but he still doesn't deserve to treat you like that. Anyway...honestly, I don't know what this means. I do wanna be around you...I wanna...I mean this was-" "I understand Daryl. Look, I'm not going to ask if you want to be 'boyfriend and girlfriend' but if you want to continue.." You say as you point to him and you "This. I'm happy with that. And we can take our time with whatever you want to do, whatever you want to try. I'm happy just being close to you, you make me feel something I've not felt in years" "What's that? Annoyed?" You scoff "No Daryl....safe..." His eyes suddenly change, from deep thought to suprise, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

He couldn't help but make a little smile. He takes your hand in his, and stands closer to you. "It's like you understand what I'm like without me even telling you. It's...nice. Fuckin weird! But...nice. I'd like to give this a go, takin it slow with you" "Are you sure?" "Yeh, I won't lie to yah, I'm not really as 'physical' as other guys. And I know what you had with Shane was just f#ckin" "Life isn't just about s#x" His quirky little corner of the mouth smile is a wonderful sight to you, like seeing a sunrise for the first time. "We've gotta get back now, ya'll alright drivin the car" "Hell yeh! That's a damn good car, just try and stop me" He chuckles as he heads towards his bike. You were so happy with what had happened today between you and Daryl, nothing else seemed to matter after having the memory of his lips in your mind, he really was the best kiss you've ever had. So gentle, so tender, yet made you feel like you were truly wanted, alive. Driving back, you and Daryl arrive with the bike and new car, then proceed to tell Dale and the others that's there's a new vehicle, aswell as some others where you and Daryl had just come from, that seemed to put them all in a happy mood. For the next few days, things went on as normal, for the farm at least. You and Daryl had been hanging out more and more, mostly little hidden moments away from everyone else, and there were a few times he even ventured to the house and slept in the same bedroom as you, instead of his tent. He was starting to get more and more comfortable around you, and it felt like you had a true connection with him. Yes he was still grumpy sometimes, and answered back to lots of people like normal, but that was lessening with you. He'd argue with you on occasion, but that's been when it's about your safety, and he was adamant he was going to protect you. During all this time, Rick and Shane were still arguing with their group about what to do with Randall, and he was still locked up in the shed. Why was this still going on? And more importantly, you noticed Shane seemed to have gotten more concerning. He'd look at you from a far distance, just stare with his cold eyes, you can't deny it made you feel nervous. You still didn't know what Rick said to him, or if he even listened.

One evening, something bad happened on the farm. Dale was out in the cow area, when a walker attacked him, making him scream for his life. You, Daryl, Rick and a few others ran to him, in hopes you could save him, but it was too late. The walker was put down...but Dale was in a lot of pain, and was in danger of d#ing a very painfull way. Rick tried to put him out of his misery, but he couldn't do it. Daryl, putting a hand on Rick's shoulder, decided to do it instead. Poor Daryl looked heartbroken as he pointed the gun to Dale's head, but Dale wanted this, even moving his head closer to the gun...he understood. "I'm sorry brother" Daryl muttered...before the bullet fired...k#lling Dale instantly.

Everyone there was utterly distraught, Carl and Lori were holding eachother, Rick paced back and forth with guilt, and Daryl was trying to face away from the group and hide his tears. You pull him in for a hug, and he holds onto you like you were about to disappear, burying his face in your shoulder to mask the tears pouring out of him. This was something he hated, something he felt so bad for, but he knew, everyone knew, it was the right decision. T dog, Daryl, Rick and your dad Hershal moved Dale's body somewhere safe that night so he could be buried the next morning, while you and everyone else made your ways up to the house.

Everyone had gone to sleep, you were just lying in bed, tossing and turning, debating on weather to go and find Daryl to make sure he was ok. When your thoughts were suddenly cut off by a knocking at the door. Like a flash, you jumped out of bed and opened it, to find Daryl standing there, looking utterly defeated. No words were exchanged, his eyes were red raw, his expression showing sadness, he had been through so much. You opened your arms for him, and he walked into them instantly. Again, his hold on you was like a lock, he had lost someone who was like family to him, and he really needed some comfort. "Can I stay hear with yah tonight?" "Of course Daryl, come on" Taking him by the hand, you pull him onto the bed and snuggle down in the quilt with him, getting you both nice and comfy. You were lead on your back and Daryl cuddled up with his arms around your body, and his head resting on your chest. For someone who was a grump most of the time, he was a good cuddler. Holding him close, your hand started running through his hair and gently stroking his face, easing him into a calmer state.

"I....I actually shot Dale....it was Dale....he was..." "Shh, I know Daryl. You did the right thing. He was suffering and....and you helped him" "I killed him....I f#ckin killed him" "No Daryl, the walker did that. You stoped him suffering anymore than he had too" "Yah really think so?" "Of course I do. This world isn't like it used to be, there's danger out there every single day, and walkers are monsters who we can't seem to be rid of yet. I could see in Dale's eyes, he was glad you put him out of pain, Daryl. I know you must feel so much guilt right now, but I promise, it will get easier. And Dale's no longer scared or in pain anymore" Daryl nods against your chest, he agrees, but you know that guilt is still weighing him down. All you can do it hold him, through everything, and be as supportive as you can.

That night, he fell asleep in your arms, and you shortly after. The next morning, everyone gathered around to say goodbye to Dale as he was buried, it was heartbreaking. Rick announced that we should follow by Dale's example, and be more like him. That's why, after the funeral, Rick decided not to kill Randall, and set him free somewhere, just like Dale had suggested. Everyone tried to go about their normal routine after saying goodbye to Dale, that included you at the back end of the house trying to nail up some wooden planks on the windows. You could never be to careful if there were any more walkers close by. As you reached for another plank, someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, a scream was going to break out of you, but a large mans hand clamped over your mouth as he pins you against the house walls. "Hey there little lady" It was Shane! And he had dark eyes, like he was possessed. You struggled against his grip, but just about managed to kick him square in the balls. "Ghah! F#ck!" He shouted as he fell backwards onto the grass, giving you just enough time to pick up your machete. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" "Hey hey...there's no need to be like that" He says as he stands back up and dusts off his trousers. "Oh really? I shouldn't be like that? Well hears a little lesson for you Shane! Sneaking up on a woman, grabbing her and frightening her, is not something your going to get a F#CKING good reaction too!" "Incase you haven't noticed, I dont care...now why don't you put down the weapon-woh woh woh!" He says as you get into a fighting stance. "Oh sweetheart....I just wanted to talk..." "Call me that again and I'll gut you!" "Oohhh, such a fire. I can see why your playing hard to get" "Hard to get? What the hell makes you think I want you back?!" "Of course you do, you can't resist me, you know it" "You lied to me! Pushed me! Left me on my own in a walker infested area, and you seriously think I wanna go back to you?! Your f#cking insane!" He cracks his neck from side to side, anger building in his eyes. "Oh come on now sweetness, you know your MY property, and I'm the only one who's strong enough to protect everyone hear. I know you miss this d#ck. Let me loosen you up there, come on you know you want it-" He reaches for your shirt as you say that, but you slice at him, cutting at his chest in a long strike, leaving a decent cut across his bicep.

He staggers back, holding his chest, there isn't too much blood, but enough to make a point. "This is your final warning Shane....you may not be a walker....but if you EVER touch me again....I won't hesitate to kill you" Sniggering at your comment, he gives you a menacing stare.

"That's cute, how you think you can actualy take me. It's a lucky situation now Y/N, it's daylight, people could see us. But I promise you....if you don't be a good girl and do as I say, I might just make a visit to your room tonight....put my duct tape to good use to shut you up. Take you faaaaar away from hear and show you who's really in charge...who knows...I may not even bring you back....leave you to the walkers.....and allll of it would be YOUR fault" In the corner of your eye, you see Lori walking past, and she spots you both, making Shane back away from you, pretending like he wasn't just threatening you. But you still had your weapon pointed at him. Whispering to you, he says "Just think about it..." Then he walks away, chuckling under his breath. Still holding your weapon up in your hand, your body begins to shake, the fear hits you like a tone of bricks and tears start to stream from your eyes as you collapse to the ground in panic. Lori runs over to you within seconds, seeing how scared you were, unable to breath properly. "Honey! What happened?! What did Shane do?!"

You can't answer, it's just crying and gasping noises coming out. You couldn't even hear Lori's voice, the sound of your pounding heart was echoing through your head. "RICK! RICK!" Lori shouts out, Rick is by yours and Lori's side within seconds, closely followed by Daryl, aiming his crossbow. Rick sees your panicked state and is by your side, just as Daryl sees you too. Dropping his crossbow, he runs to you too.

Rick asked "Lori, what happened?!" "I don't know! I walked around hear and-Shane was talking to her, she-she looked scared! She had her machete pointed to him!" Daryl reaches for your hand. "Y/N! Can yah hear me?! Look at me ok? Look at me!" Daryl's voice seems to cut through the pounding of your heartbeat, looking at him with tears in your eyes, he starts to show you how to breath, trying to help you calm down. "Just watch me ok? In...and out. In...and out. Come on, you can do it, do it with me" His calm encouragement is helping you, and breathing along with him is letting you catch your breath again. He continues, not doing anything else, just getting you to a better place. "That's great Y/N....ok....can you speak now?" You nod. Rick asks "What happened Y/N? What did Shane do?" "He-he-" "Just take your time now" Taking another breath, you start to speak again. "I-I was boarding- boarding up this window, when Shane-he came and-he.....grabbed me. Put his hand over my mouth. He frightened me. I-I kicked him in the balls and-and got my knife out....I don't know what he was doing"

Daryl's hand gently squeezed yours, as Lori brushes strand of hair out of your face. "It's ok honey, your doing great" Lori says kindly. "He...he tried to convince me that I wanted to get back with him. I said no, but he wouldn't listen. He said I was his property" The look on Daryl's face, you've never seen this kind of anger. "I told him-I would never go back to him. But he said he knew I wanted it....he tried....he tried to take my shirt...but I cut him across the chest! I had to! He-he didn't listen to me! He didn't stop!" "Hey hey, it's alright" Rick said. "You were protecting yourself, it's alright" Daryl wiped some of your tears away, then held your hand again, not leaving your side for a second. "But it was when....when I did that...he said I need to go back to him... or he'd come to my room tonight....(sobbing) use his duct tape and-" "Oh ok ok, Shhh" Daryl says in a sweet way, taking you into his arms and holds you as you cry. Rick and Lori stand, looking at eachotner. "Rick, I told you he was a danger" "You think I don't know that? I told you we nearly killed eachother the other day when we went to take Randall-" "Look at what hes done Rick!" Lori says pointing to you. "Y/N does not deserve this! Noone deserves to be threatened and scared in there own home! He is dangerous Rick!" Daryl looks up at Rick, pure rage in his eyes. "Let me kill him" "Daryl, no-" "I don't care if he's your friend Rick! I'll kill that son' bitch with my bare hands if I have to!"

"No Daryl! I'm gunna stop-" Rick is suddenly cut off by T dog running and shouting to him. "Guys! It's Randall! He got out!" Rick instantly runs with T dog, Daryl doesn't move and neither does Lori. "Daryl, let's take her inside" "Yah got it" Daryl carefully helps you to your feet, and holds you close in his arms as all 3 of you walk to the front of the house. There is a big commotion there, Randall had somehow escaped, and everyone looked panicked. That's when the trees rustle from infront of them, and Shane bursts though, calling out to Rick. His nose was bloodied up, like he'd been in a fight. "Rick! Randall got the jump on me man! Took my gun! He's loose!" Rick asked Glenn and Daryl to come with him and Shane, this was a dangerous situation and he needed Daryl to track him. He didn't, however, let go of you. He couldn't. "I can't leave her Lori, not like this" Rick calls after Daryl again, but Daryl shakes his head. Rick runs up to him. "Daryl, I need you!" "And Y/N needs me! You've seen what Shane did to her, and you just wanna run off into the woods with him at the drop of a hat?!" "Randall is gone!" "And good riddance to the little pr#ck!"

Lori chimes in "Alright alright you guys! Enough!" She gently takes your hand in hers. "Daryl, I'll stay with her. I'll keep her safe hear" "I.....alright...." Rick runs back to Shane, T dog and Glenn, but Daryl sweetly takes your face in his hands, wiping away what's left of your tears with his thumb. "Alright, I'll be right back, I promise yah. You gonna be ok?" "I'll be alright...please just be careful" "I'll be fine, I'll be back as soon as I can. And there ain't no way that b#stard is comin back near yah, or anyone else. He's f#cked with you and everyone for too long" Rick shouts to Daryl from across the field, Daryl groans, then smiles at you before giving you a quick and sweet kiss. "I'll be back soon" He said before running in the opposite direction, towards the others and into the woods to search for Randall.

Lori takes you inside and Carol sits with you both, seeing if your ok. Lori tells her what happened, and where the others have gone. Luckily by this time, you had calmed down, and now were more worried about Daryl and the others. God knows what Shane is capable of, and what really happened with him and Randall. When he shouted that Randall managed to fight HIM off, it didn't seem true to you. Shane was a fighter, a police officer, one small guy couldn't have done that to him, could he? The night drew in quickly, and everyone was just doing their own thing inside the house, waiting for the others to come back. You were stood by the window, looking out for any sign of signal the others could possible do. That's when you hear a gun shot in the distance, it sounded a fair distance away, but you definitely heard it. You called Carol and Maggie over, told them about the gun shot and how you were worried something was going wrong. A few minutes later, another gun shot! What was happening? You ran outside to see if you could see or hear anything that might help you, and that's where Daryl and T dog came running up. "Daryl!" You shout in relief as you run to him. He takes you into his arm for a tight hug. "Are you both ok? Who shot their gun?" "What're you talkin bout? We didn't shoot nothin" "Daryl's right, but we did find Randall" You raise an eyebrow. "Is he dead?" "Yeh, but the strange thing is...he wasn't bit. His neck was snapped, so I have no idea why that son' b#tch turned" "You guys better come inside and tell the others, they need to know" T dog runs inside to talk to the others, you follow close behind, but Daryl stops you and pulls you aside for a moment. "Are you alright? Did Lori look after you?" "I'm ok Daryl, honestly. I was more worried about you to tell you the truth"

"Ain't nothin I can't handle. But seriously, you doin alright?" He asks, hoding your hand in his. "Yes, I promise Daryl, I'm fine. Did you see what happened to Rick and Shane?" "We all split up, I didn't wanna. I wanted to kick the sh#t out of that f#cker!" "Your not the only one. I'm guessing it was one of them who fired their gun. There's noone else out there" "It must have been" "Daryl?" "Yeh?" "Were you aware....you did kiss me earlier...right infront of Lori" "Yeh, I was aware. I was there after all" "I'm just suprised you did. I didn't know if you were ready to let everyone know about us yet" "To be honest, I don't really care who knows or what everyone else thinks. I wanted to kiss yah, so I did. I won't lie, if someone would have told me when this whole sh#t show started, that I'd actualy fall for someone, I'd probably tell e'm to shut the f#ck up" "And now?" "Now?....Damn girl your stuck in my head wherever the f#ck I go....and it ain't a bad thing" "That's very sweet of you to say Daryl" "I wasn't tryin' to be sweet, just bein' honest" "I know....should we go insi-" Your suddenly cut off by the sight infront of you. Behind Daryl, you can see lots and lots of walkers, heading straight towards the house across the field. "What? What is it-oh shit!"

You and Daryl run inside and tell everyone what's going on, giving them all a chance to get to their guns and other weapons. This group of walkers was big, VERY big! And who knows what would happen by the end of this night....if there is an end to it....

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader

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Flowers 1/2

In order to lessen the amount of ongoing projects I went through ones I planned to be shorter and finished this one.

Hope ya'll like it :}

And yes, I did get inspired by Miley Cyrus… It's a good damn song.

Scott needed no stinking boyfriend. Jimmy could have all the engineers he wanted. Scott didn't need him at all. He did exceeding well on his own before Jimmy and will now without him.

He can buy flowers for himself. He had Louise to talk to, even if the cat couldn't talk back. No, talking back was actually better. He could even hold her little paws.

Who needs a boyfriend anyway?

Not Scott. So on his first day off since the mess, full of yelling and throwing things break up, he went to his favourite flower shop. They seemed to get a new neighbour in the form of a tattoo and piercing parlour.

"Scott! How can I help you," Pearl greeted him with a wide, warm smile.

"Prettiest flowers you have, I'm treating myself today," Scott grinned back. She already knew about the breakup and did not comment on it. "You got new neighbours," he hummed as she picked out what she knew were his favourites. Maybe he should get a new piercing. Mark the occasion properly.

"Oh, them, nice siblings, good artist I'm thinking of commissioning something for myself," Pearl chatted as if she was being paid to promote the other business.

Scott just hummed and nodded. He had been thinking of that new piercing for a long time. His clients often associated tattoos and piercings with creativity. He was in the middle of a contract when he got his first one. The client instantly was more on board with his ideas with that present.

And he simply liked piercings. Even if he only had one for the time being. "I just might pop in and check it out. I've been thinking of getting another for some time," he mused, playing with his so far only one.

"I can keep your flowers here while you do," Pearl very kindly offered.

Scott thanked her but took his flowers with him. "Maybe another day," he said and left.

"Suit yourself, one of the guys there is really cute~," she waved as Scott left.

Cute guys were the last thing he needed at the moment. He was more than fine alone. Louise was all he needed.

He came by the place just a week later. The idea of getting a second piercing was constantly on his mind. And his latest customer constantly complained they he was not creative enough.

Inside the place was dark, with moody music and closed displays of piercings and some other jewellery. On a small purple couch sat a kid so enamoured with the tablet he was holding he totally ignored Scott.

And behind the front desk, taping angrily at his phone was possibly the cutest man ever. Messy copper hair that a thin, dark wire headband failed to keep contained. Pretty blue eyes. Many dark metal piercings. A dark T-Shirt with an almost faded, red logo of some sort was slightly too big on him. Short sleeves exposing a dark rose sleeve tattoo on his arm. More black in the form of bracelets and rings. And he painted his nails. Black, plain matte black, but Scott still could appreciate it.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" The man asked as his phone hit the desk.

Oh no, his voice was cute too even if he sounded bored and tired. At ten in the morning... "Hi... Umm do I need an appointment for a piercing and if I do when is the best time for it?" Scott instantly sauntered up to the desk. The kid was probably either a customer's or a relative of someone from the staff.

"Not really, I think Gem's free at the moment," the man shrugged and checked a bound in dark, likely fake, leather calendar. "Yep, she free. Is now okay?"

"Yes," Scott nodded. He was not going to ask if Cutie could do it. That'd be weird. He was probably staring a weird amount already. Just appreciating the art on his arm, would be what he'd defend himself with.

"Great. Gem! You got a customer," he yelled to the back. Scott was definitely coming back just to see him. Which was probably a bad reason but he was damn cute.

Out the back came a girl that looked a lot like the cutie. The same shade of copper hair. Green eyes tho. She had the same annoyed expression as Cutie made at his phone. Twins? "No need to yell," she scolded. "Sorry about him, how can I help you today? I'm Gem by the way," she extended her arm, no longer annoyed but all friendly, professional and nice.

Scott somehow managed to focus on picking a spot he wanted and a starter stud. He'd think what he'd put there more permanently later. For today he picked a helix from the diagram he was presented if only just because Cutie had one of those among many others.

"He's single, fWhip, my brother," she smiled as she prepared for the job. Away from cutie ears.

"Is that a normal topic for a conversation with a customer?" Scott asked but did not mind getting the man's name.

"It's good for a sister who wants her brother to leave the house for something other than just work and pizza," Gem chuckled as she put all she needed in its place. "He only does tattoos if you want him alone for a little bit," she grinned and removed her hoodie. She had a very pretty, stained glass-like dragon on her arm. "This one was all fWhip. He's really good, especially if it's your first one," she said and got to work as Scott tried to process what he was supposed to do with that.

He could get a tattoo but that was quite a commitment to make just to stare at a cute guy. And have his hands on him... It was too tempting to not at least think about it...

There was no harm in just talking about it? Right? And he's been thinking about getting one before coming here today. So he asked Gem if he could maybe first consult a tattoo with someone. He didn't name anyone but she instantly offered to let him have 'five minutes with fWhip'. Scott just nodded.

"fWhip, we have a customer who wants to talk about possible tattoos," Gem announced once she was done. Scott followed her and gave fWhip' a sheepish smile. "He liked my dragon so I offered to let him talk directly with the designer," she grinned. Scott was pretty sure he caught a tiny bit of blush on fWhip's face.

"Sure thing, the lady from the other side brought the flowers I ordered earlier," fWhip' shrugged and pointed to a fresh bouquet of flowers. "I had no idea what you meant so I just listed what I know you like," he shrugged and motioned Scott to follow him.

Scott was painfully aware he was alone with fWhip' when the door to his office clicked closed and a chair was pointed to him. His stare switched between fWhip, all the equipment for tattooing, a mix of colourful and monochromatic designs on the walls and a leather jacket hanging at the back of the spinning chair fWhip sat in.

"Please tell me Gem didn't force this into you?" fWhip started with a sigh. Leaning back in his chair. Unfairly attractive for the current circumstances.

"Not really, more like convinced me to finally take a first step," Scott smiled. He did not want this to end so quickly. And was now genuinely interested. "I simply have no ideas. But I've been thinking about getting one for a long time," he admitted, forcing himself to relax. He was not talking to a potential boyfriend but a professional in their place of work.

fWhip hummed. Got up and brought over a not-too-thick binder full of what turned out to be some designs he just had lying about... And they were all pretty good. But what got Scott's attention was a pair of golden stag horns. Very geometric, sketched out in pretty gold ink. "This one looks cool," he pointed out before he could bite himself.

"Mhm, could work as a back tattoo or clavicle but the second would hurt a lot more. This," he pulled his shirt's neckline down slightly, exposing some flowers. There were more peeking from under the short sleeve on his right arm. Same tattoo? "Hurt quite a bit and I'm used to it," he hummed, as Scott tried to focus words, not the sudden desire to know what and where exactly fWhip had tattooed on his body.

Scott hummed, shifting in his seat. Damn. Why must this man be so attractive? "I'll think about it and call if I make up my mind?" Was the best he could offer at the moment.

"Sure, you can also come up with any modifications you want. Would you want a photo or copy of this?" fWhip offered what Scott did not know how to ask for.

He accepted of course. Ideas about what to add, not change, already swirling in his head. Right next to all the indecent thoughts of fWhip his brain refused to let go of. He should not be thinking these thoughts yet here he was.

He felt weird when he left after paying for everything. He was happy with his new piercing but the sheet of paper with the scan of fWhip's sketch felt heavy in his bag. And it wasn't even the proper thing. Just a copy.

With a sigh, Scott almost dragged himself to his favourite coffee shop. He had some designs to work on.

He could barely focus. The way fWhip swayed in his chair as he spoke was stuck in his mind. The way his fingers toyed with a pen all the time as well. Scott could not think about anything but the golden antlers' sketch.

His mind was mostly stuck on an image of fWhip, for unknown reasons shirtless with a rather blurry imagining of more flower tattoos based on what Scott had seen so far. Sketching it while looking very aesthetic and handsome... Damn. Scott wanted that man to break him in half...

He sighed as he pulled out a sheet of special foil he used to speculate modifications on printed-out designs and lined it over the print of fWhip's sketch. Not like he could focus on anything else...

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip

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sansxfuckyou · 5 months

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Long Ass Road

Summary: Kennedy wants to go on a road trip, Claire wants to go skating, they both agree Canada is the only logical option.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes

Authors Note: I'M SENDING THOSE LESBIANS TO CANADA FOLKS, they aren't actually in Canada though, this is just the road trip portion. crenny fans that are lesbians, come get your juice, if I'm still holding on for the free day I might actually put them in Canada. hope ya'll enjoy

"Are we there yet?"

The inevitable question, and you know what, Claire is proud of Kenny for waiting six hours into their road trip to ask it.

"No, Kennedy, we are not in Canada," Claire answered with as calmly as she could, her grip on the steering wheel tightening a bit.

"You know what would make this trip better?" Kenny asked as she sat up in the passenger seat a bit more. She briefly glanced to the back of their van, stowaway seats stowed away, a mattress lay on the ground with their stuff piled in a corner.

Claire took a turnoff to a stray road, a quieter one, "What?"

"If we had dicks," The abruptness throws Claire from her focus entirely.

"And why would that make this road trip better?" Her words come out with shock laid on thick, and the road is quiet enough she can turn to just stare at Kenny.

The blonde shrugged, "Road head."

"You have playboys, you can hop in the back and hope we don't get pulled over if you're horny," Claire offered, "I don't want you getting off in the front seat."

"I was joking," Kenny said as she leaned forward onto the dashboard, "Unless..." She reaches over to place her hand on Claire's thigh.

The ravenette swats away Kenny's hand, "There will be no fucking until we cross the border."

There's a loud groan, "You are zero fun, can we at least sleep in a skeezy motel and get room service?"

"Dude," Claire said in an exasperated tone, "No, we agreed to sleep in the trunk to save money."

"Why did we decide on that?" Kenny asked as she slumped back against her chair and pressed her feet to the dashboard.

"Cause we're fucking broke," Claire said, "And we want to have enough money to be able to buy something from Canada while we're there."

"How long is the trip anyways?" She pulled out her phone to check the time. A picture of her, Kylie, Cartman, and Stacy was her lock screen. Claire may be the love of her life, but she will always hold room for the homies above all else.

"We're a quarter of the way through," Claire answered with mere moments before laying onto the horn. She swung her head out the window to glare at whoever decided to swing in front of them, "Watch the road jackass!"

Kenny just sighed dreamily, "You're hot when you tell people off."

"Thanks," Claire answered with before simply flooring it, "We should've started the trip sooner."

"Why?" Kenny asked.

"Cause we're gonna be sleeping in our car, in America," Claire said with a groan of annoyance.

Kenny shrugged, "Might be nice."

"I doubt it," Claire said.

-/-/-/-

"You were right Kenny," Claire said as she tossed aside the wrapper for her burger and leaned on the cushions propped against the sliding door.

"About what?" Kenny asked as she nibbled on some fries and pushed herself against Claire, an arm slung around her shoulders.

"Sleeping in the van," Claire said, "Or just, being in the van, with you, it's nice."

Kenny gives a hum as she reaches for the blanket, "Yeah, it is."

"What do you think about the road so far?" Claire asked.

"It's a long ass road," Kenny answered with.

Claire laughs, it's a giggle snort that Kenny knows she's self conscious of, "Well, yeah."

"How long is this trip anyways?" Kenny asked.

"Twenty four hours total, we got eighteen or so left," Claire said as she rubbed Kenny's upper arm.

The blonde whines, "Seriously?"

"That's just part of the fun," Claire said, pressing a kiss to the mussed locks of blonde.

"I can't wait till we get there, play ice hockey, get Tim Hortons, have some fun," Kenny said.

"And not get attacked by geese," Claire tacked on, "That would suck."

-/-/-/-

When Kenny wakes up the car is moving and Claire is already in the drivers seat. Eyes locked on the road and firmly set on her task of inching forward in gridlock traffic.

Kenny gives a long whine as she rolls over to the other side of the van, crashing against their backpacks and curled in a blanket.

"Kenny, you're awake," Claire said as she looked up to the rear view mirror to glance at Kenny.

"Barely," She answered with as she sat up and crawled closer to the front, "Can I have some coffee?"

"Go for it," Claire said, "We won't be moving for a while."

Kenny took a swig of the brew, she furrowed her brows in dismay, no sugar. She dropped back down to the mattress, "This sucks."

Claire shrugged, "It happens," She sat up a bit more, "Oh wow, crash."

"A pile up?" Kenny asked groggily, sitting up as she spoke.

"It's pretty smoky, I'd say at least three cars," Claire answered with, "Couple hours till shit starts moving."

"Then come back here and make love to me," Kenny whined rather playfully.

"No. Traffic could clear up and I do not want someone to look in through the window and see my ass," Claire said as she gave Kenny a gentle glare.

"Fucking, fine, be that way," Kenny huffed out before climbing into the passenger seat, "How long have you been on the road for?"

"Couple hours, glad you slept love," She leaned over to press a kiss to the tip of Kenny's nose.

"Thanks for driving," Kenny answered with as she returned the motion.

#crennyweek2023 #sp crenny #craig x kenny #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park #south park fanfiction #writing #fanfic

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faegoddessog · 11 months

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.25/41

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, voyeurism, unprotected PIV (Play safe ya'll!), fingering, cunnilingus, tub play

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 25: Be Brave

It’s been a week since Elvis fucked you senseless. The countertop guys came and installed the granite countertops today. The flirty guy showed up, ‘to make sure everything went smoothly’. He asked you out on a date. You told him you were seeing someone. He backed down, but told you to look him up if it all went tits up.

You finished installing the sink today. Damn you are almost done with this kitchen! Appliances should be delivered this week too! You need a day off though, you’ve been working non-stop. You are hoping you can catch Austin soon. He has still been haunting you in the middle of the night, in the best possible way. You text him.

Me: Hey, when is your next day off? I have an idea!

You go to put your phone away, not expecting to hear from him anytime soon. Then your phone dings.

Austin: Day after tomorrow. What’s up?

Me: Do you want to go develop your film? You send a link to the Maud Street Photo gallery and Dark Room in Brisbane.

Austin: Yes please.

Me: I’ll book the darkroom.

Austin: You are a goddess.

Me: That is correct.

You book the space, and text him details. You get a thumbs up from him. Then nothing.

The next day at about 1PM, you are on your knees, installing the final trim around the living room when you hear the door open.

“Oh good! You are home!” Austin exclaims.

You stand up, brushing the dirt off your work pants and hug him tightly.

“Hi love! Oh no, you caught me in my actual work clothes,” you jest.

“Yeah but those knee pads though,” he kisses his fingertips and gestures towards the sky.

“They could come in handy,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively and laugh. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence so early in the afternoon?”

“Well,” he puts his arms around your waist, swaying side to side, ”I am off for the next two days, so go pack a bag, I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.”

“You are?!” you say excitedly, “Sweet! Where are we going?”

“Brisbane, I already set it all up, bring a nice dress. Wait, nevermind, I owe you one anyway. Can you be ready in like a ½ hour? You are driving by the way!” Austin is clearly stoked, thoughts tumbling out of his mouth as he backs towards the door, “I gotta go pack too, I’ll be back in 30 min!”

He shuts the door and you are standing there, then it hits you. He’s never taken you out on a date, let alone for a weekend. In public. Natural Bridge doesn’t count, you didn't’ encounter enough people for it to count.

“Ok,” you say to yourself, unstrapping the pads from your knees, “I guess we are doing this.”

It takes you 10 minutes to pack a bag, 10 in the shower and 5 to put on your long dress, Chacos and throw some mascara on. You are hastily tidying up your scraps from the day when Austin pops in the door.

“Ready?” he grabs your bag.

“I am, but…” you hesitate, unsure what exactly to ask, “what am I supposed to do in public? Do we need to walk separately, or something? I just don’t know what to expect and I’m all of a sudden nervous.” You hadn’t realized it until this moment just how green you are to all of this.

“Oh hunny,” he sets down the bags and enfold you in his arms, ”you don’t have to do anything differently. Just be yourself. I doubt anyone will even recognize me. If they do, well, most people are really nice. I love you and I honestly don’t care if the world sees us, as long as you are OK with that.”

“I want to say I’m OK with it, but I’m also not sure that I have any idea what that would mean,” you say honestly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t think about this, I was just excited to get away with you. We don't have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Hold up, I didn’t say I didn't want to go. I just need you to remember that I’m just a civilian here in your celebrity world. I really don’t give a fuck about what people might say about me or what they see. I just don’t want to mess with your reputation or image or whatever. Cuz I love you too.”

“Awww, Kitten, thank you.” he hugs you close, ”It will all be just fine. I haven’t seen any paparazzi around here lately anyway. The way I see it, it’s none of their business. If something happens, just follow my lead. They don’t get to control us.”

You take a big breath, “Alright, fuck it, let’s go have a great weekend.”

You manage to sneak Austin out like last time, although no one was there to see anyway, which goes a long way to soothe your fears. You just don’t want to end up not being able to go to the grocery store. You remind yourself that you aren’t dating a member of the royal family, so chill out.

The one and a half hour drive is easy in the afternoon. You spontaneously stop at a little hole in the wall place called Yatala Pie Shop. Mostly because, mmmm pie. They make homemade delicious gourmet pot pies and pastries. You share a chicken mushroom pie, a sausage roll and a caramel tart. You are feeling much more relaxed. You are just two normal, admittedly pretty, people out driving.

Austin has a roll of film to finish, so he periodically snaps a photo of you. Driving, eating, laughing.

You pull up to the swanky Emporium Hotel.

“Shit Austin, I don’t know if I’m this fancy… I’m not sure I’m gonna fit in,” you look at him slightly concerned.

“I get it, but Kitten, the key is to simply act like you do,” He winks as he gets out of the car. You nod to yourself as the valet opens your door and you hand your keys to her.

A bellhop grabs the bags. Austin is right there beside you, hand on your waist, sweeping you confidently into the lobby. A fantastic white sweeping staircase dominates the three story atrium in front of a wall of glass. A huge red sculptural wall abuts the lush living wall that provides the backdrop for the front desk.

Austin leads you up with a little of that Elvis swagger in his gait. It’s sexy as hell. He checks in under a pseudonym. Everyone immediately is treating you both with that deference you thought reserved for rich people. Maybe they know who he is?

Taking Austin’s advice, you just act like someone with money. ‘These old things? Yes, these are exclusive Chacos only for sexy people. This dress, yes it IS vintage, sustainability is so posh,’ you think to yourself, trying to act bored, as though you have seen all this before, even though you are ‘wowing’ on the inside.

“Ah, yes sir, and your tickets will be waiting at will-call tomorrow,” says the concierge with a smile.

Austin also asks for information on where the best shopping is. The concierge recommends a couple places and offers to call ahead for an appointment and an uber whenever you are ready.

The bellhop has your bags on a cart and takes you to your room. You get in the elevator and go up, up, up. He makes small talk, asking if you’d ever been here before and where you were planning on dinner. He recommends the hotel restaurant as well as a couple others near. The bell dings at the top floor and the elevator opens to a beautiful foyer.

“Welcome to the Exquisite Suite Sir,” the bellhop says as he makes a show of opening an elaborate set of double doors, flanked by Carrera Marble columns. You quickly realize why they were treating you and Austin that way. It’s not that they know who he is. It’s that he booked the best suite in the hotel

It is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows, balcony, a huge bed, well placed mirror walls, marble bathroom, a huge tub overlooking the city, a walk-in closet and a full on bar with chilled champagne in a bucket and chocolate dipped strawberries. The bellhop opens the champagne and pours two glasses.

Austin tips the bellhop and closes the door as you pull open the balcony doors and go stand at the clear railing, looking out at the amazing city view.

“Holy crap babe, this is splashy,” you tell him as he brings over the glasses and the strawberries, offering you one. You guys clink, drink and take a bite out of the strawberries. The chocolate, berry and champagne flavors mix in your mouth. It's decadent!

“I figure we have both been working hard and we deserve it.” He wraps his arm around you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what all do you have planned to do?” you ask.

“Apart from you?” he drains his glass and sets it down on the little table and pulls your shoulder strap down, kissing your skin.

“I hoped I would be on the list, yes” you smile, leaning your head to the side so he can kiss up your neck.

“Well,” *kiss* “ I want to take you to get a new dress for tomorrow night,” *kiss* “We have the darkroom tomorrow at one,” *kiss* “And theater tickets at 7,” *kiss* “Anything else is gravy.”*kiss* “We can do that wheel thing," he points out the window to what looks like a Ferris wheel, “ we can walk the gardens, do a museum, find a club, … whatever you want hun.” *kiss*

“Damn, I don’t know what I want to do first,” you say, “ strike that, yes I do.” You set down your champagne, turn around and hands to Austin’s face, press your lips to his. “Thank you Austin,” you whisper against his gorgeous, full lips.

He looks deep into your eyes and says with a straight face, “my pleasure.”

You fucking crack up. He does too.

“Ahhh,” he says on the tail end of his laughter, “no really, I’m so grateful you were willing to come with me.” He leans in and kisses you slowly, deeply.

Your hands are on his neck, playing in his hair. God you love kissing him. The breeze kicks up and your dress billows. Austin's hands land on your naked cheeks.

“Wait a minute, have you been bare under this all afternoon?” he asks, gliding his hands to see if you have on a thong or something.

“Yes,“ you shrug, ”I wanted to be ready, y’know, if we had a chance for a little quickie in the wild.” Your hand migrates to his covered crotch. You feel a growing bulge.

“Did you now,” he says, “Well I can’t decide if that’s naughty or nice.”

“Why not both?” You unzip his fly and pull out his half hard cock. You step back, turn around leaning forward on the railing and step your legs apart. You look over your shoulder at him, then lift up the back of your dress, revealing your naked bum.

“Oh hoh hoh, Kitten,” his hands are on you, one on your ass and one cupping your breast, his mouth kissing, sucking biting your neck. His growing cock rubbing on your bare cheek. His shorts and undies fall to the ground.

His hand slips down your front, between your legs, feeling your soft lips. He presses on either side, making your moist inner lips push out. He milks your lips, going wide and pressing deep, then pushing them together while he pulls away. It makes you suck in breath and breathe out shakily.

“How ready for me are you?” he asks, easily sliding a finger between your lips. ”Oh my, quite.”

He pulls away his finger glistening with moisture and brings it to his mouth. You watch him suck your juices off his finger from the corner of your eye. Twisting, you reach up and pull him down to your mouth. Your tongue flicking on his lip, tasting the slightly salty remnants of you there.

Both of his hands reach down to pull your cheeks apart. His now hard cock slides between your legs, along the line of wetness he created when he pinched your lips. His velvety soft tip feels exquisite along your smooth labia. Luckily you had just got waxed a couple days ago.

You seep more. He slides more. You moan softly. He quietly groans in the back of his throat. He slides his arms under yours, fingers playing with your stiffening nipples.

“Do you want me fuck you Kitten?” he growls in your ear, “out here in broad daylight, with your dress still on?”

“Oh gods yes,” you moan quietly.

You tip your hips just enough to slide him into you on the next thrust. From behind he feels even bigger than usual and the angle hits you just right inside.

Buried deep in you, he laughs low and grips tight to your shoulders from the front. His hips rock back, pulling his cock almost out of you, then thrusts forward, sheathing himself in you again. He hits that spot in you again, making you moan.

Suddenly you hear voices. You both freeze, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. It sounds like from below. You peek over and see a couple on the slightly larger balcony below you. You motion for Austin to look.

You both peer over, him still inside you. The couple start kissing, after a minute, she drops to her knees as he undoes his fly. Her head bobs forward and backward as she starts sucking his cock. It’s fucking hot. You are mesmerized.

“Do you want to go inside?” Austin whispers quietly in your ear.

You shake your head, no.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in your ear, you can hear the smile in his voice.

You just nod.

Slowly, he starts moving in you. Both of you are watching over the balcony.

The man has taken off his shirt, his pants puddled around his ankles. He is moderately muscular. She has added her hand to the stroking of him. He is moaning audibly, hands laced on the back of his neck. You hear “That’s it mama, take it deep, daddy likes your mouth on his cock.” She keeps sucking him, making choking sounds.

You swallow a moan, pressing your lips together.

He stands her up, spit has soaked the front of her blouse. He pulls it off and kneads her big natural breasts. She undoes the bra and he leans down to take her nipples in his mouth. She is beautifully curvy, with long brown hair that falls down her back as he leans her head back, eyes closed, moaning.

Austin’s thrusts become faster.

He is wiggling off her pants. She sits in the balcony chair, her legs over the arms.

“Yeah, you get down there and fuckin’ eat that muff,” she says.

He kneels in front of her and dives into her pussy. She is moaning loudly. “Yeah, get it daddy, tongue-fuck that fuck hole. YES!”

It is so hot watching them fuck with Austin inside you. He starts breathing a little harder in your ear.

You can hear her yelling, “I’m ‘bout to cum daddy, yes, finger me, yes, yes YES!”

You look back down and she has a hold of his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

“Look at her cumming on his face,” Austin whispers to you, fucking you harder now. Your fingers are rubbing around your clit, you hadn't even realized you were touching yourself.

The man is rising up from his knees, stroking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna fuck that sweet cunt now. You ready for me?”

You feel heat rising from your core

“Oh daddy, give me that big cock.” He does have a big cock, you notice. She is bouncing, slapping her pussy with light smacks as he leans over her. “You are so fucking hot baby,” he guides himself into her and starts fucking her hard, planking on the chair.

You are getting close. Your free hand is clutched in Austin’s hair behind you.

“Watch how he makes her tits bounce,” his low voice quiet in your ear. Austin starts fucking you in earnest, as you flicker across your clit with your fingertips.

“Fucking take it mama, take my cock like a champ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna paint your pussy like a Pollak,” you hear him say.

You hear squelching noises, you aren’t sure if they are yours or hers.

Your chin tilted up to the sky, eyes fluttering, you are so close.

“No baby, “ he gently tilts your head down, “watch them cum,” he whispers.

You open your mouth in a silent O just as you hear her screaming “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEAHHH!!” He pulls out of her and jizzes all over her tits and belly.

Your orgasm mushrooms from your clit and g-spot and ruptures into your chest. Screaming silently, your whole body shakes. Austin is gripping you tightly, trying to hold you up as he slams into you, then leans back and thrusts deep, shaking as he silently pumps his cum into you.

“Fuck mama,” the man says, “ that was good, my little exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, I would love it if someone was actually watching us.” She says as they go inside.

“Should we tell them?” you ask Austin as he is pulling out of you, cum dripping down your leg.

“UM no,” he says firmly, “remember, shy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that about you.” You kiss him.

“Let’s clean up and go get you a dress. Although you may want to wear some underthings.” He smiles at you and playfully slaps your ass. ….

You guys uber to a fancy French boutique suggested by the concierge, who made an appointment for you. It’s one of those places that they give you drinks and bring clothes for you to try on.

Austin sits down on the viewing couch with his bourbon. The lady running the shop is painfully thin, even for a French lady. She brings a handful of evening dresses. You tried on a couple, but none of them fit right and they made Austin frown and shake his head.

The lady is unzipping the dress for you in the dressing room. She makes a rude comment under her breath in French about how your muscles were too big for her evening wear, but smiles at you in the mirror.

You turn around, mouth open “Excusez-moi?” you say quietly, “oui, je parle francais,“ then louder and in English, “ My body is kick ass and strong. I’m not gonna let you or anyone else body shame me, especially in a language they don’t think I know. Plus that fucking HOT man out there loves this body.”

You grab your sundress off the satin hanger and shoes from the floor. Confidently you walk out of the dressing room in your bra and panties.

“Et peut-être manger quelque chose, dame grincheuse,” you say to her. She just stands there, mouth open in shock.

You stand in front of Austin, and step into your dress. He is frowning, not at your lack of dress, but at what he heard you say in the dressing room.

“Will you please zip me up babe.” You say calmly, although you are fuming inside.

“Of course Kitten,” he throws his drink back, and stands up and zips up your back. “We will go spend our money somewhere else," he says calmly.

You walk out the door, completely ignoring the shop lady as she stutters out half hearted apologies in French.

Down the street, he stops you and hugs you tight. “I’m sorry love, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just didn’t expect that, especially in this day and age," you blow out a big breath.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“That I was too big and muscle-y for her dresses but in French with a smile on her face, assuming I wouldn’t know what she was saying.” You say exasperated.

“What did you say to her before we left?”

“I told her to eat something, then called her a cranky lady,” he stares at you, you stare at him. You let out a puff of laughter and you both start laughing.

“You are right though,” he gathers you to him, “I do love your body.”

You try another shop, the man running it was amazing. He knew exactly what you needed and within a ½ hour you had a dress that made Austin’s eyes light up. It was deep sparkly blue, off the shoulder and curve hugging with a thigh slit that showed off your sexy leg. It fit you like a glove.

You told Austin he really didn’t have to pay for it.

“Oh no, I insist.” then in a lower voice, “so if I ruin it later, I won’t feel bad about it.”

He hands his credit card to the man, who pretends not to hear, but winks at you as he runs the card. Austin has the dress sent to the hotel. You decided not to look at the price tag, you didn’t want to know. You thanked him profusely.

“Oh you will thank me just fine later,” he says with a wink.

As you walk down the street you see a big sign that says CLUB X. You are intrigued. You walk right in and find a sex toy store. You are giddy! You love these places!

“I’ve never been brave enough to go to a place like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh babe, these places are fun! People aren’t embarrassed about sex and you can ask all the questions.” You are like a kid in a candy store.

You two wander around together at first, then you separate and end up at the other side of the store.

“Can I help you find anything?” you hear the clerk ask him.

“Yes,” says Austin, ”um, I am wondering about these,” he indicates the display in front of him.

The clerk talks to him as you check out rainbow butt plugs and new clit suction toys. You decide to buy a fully submersible vibe, thinking of the huge tub in the hotel room. The clerk talks you into some water play lube and some toy cleaner, which you needed anyway.

“Just don’t use the silicone waterplay lube directly on the silicone toy, do you need some regular lube for it?” they ask, putting your purchases into a black paper bag.

“I definitely do not,” you look over your shoulder at Austin, who is walking towards you. “He keeps me wet enough pretty much all the time. Now if you have an electrolyte drink for sex….”

You both crack up as Austin comes up behind you and puts his arm around your waist. “Oh, wow, yes I can see why, lucky girl.” the clerk says to you quietly.

“You ready to go? I’m hungry,” he says.

“You two enjoy your purchases!” they say, knowingly, as you walk out hand in hand.

“Did you get something babe” you ask.

Austin just winks at you and walks on in search of food. You shake your head and hurry after him. Boys.

You come across an Argentinian grill called La Bocca Bar and decide to have dinner there. You head to the bathroom as you are waiting for a table.

As you step out the bathroom door, you notice a man do a double take and ask Austin if he is, well, himself. He shyly affirms. You keep back and let him do his thing. You are amazed at how kind he is, taking a picture with the guy and chatting. Shaking his hand as he departs.

Once you are seated and have a drink order in, he says, “See, that wasn’t so bad, He was a really nice guy, recognized me from Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s a Quinten Tarantino fan too.”

You sneakily pay for dinner, you couldn't let Austin pay for EVERYTHING. He gives you a squinty-eyed, pursed-lip look and shakes his head. You just smile big and cute.

Walking hand in hand, you wander through the city’s botanical gardens as the sun sets. The gardens are gorgeous. He is gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous too! As it gets darker, he pulls you into a dark little alcove behind a tree and plants a long deep kiss on you. His hand slipping down between your legs.

“Oh Kitten, if I were braver I would lift this dress right here and slip inside you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Fuck, be brave baby,” you whisper back, bunching up the fabric in your fist. His fingers, expecting to find the soft material of your panties, finds only your bare skin.

“Oh hohoh,” he breathes out with a curled lip, “you are so dirty, I love it.” He pushes his fingers inside you, “how are you always so damn wet.”

“You.” Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pressing your body close to his to hide this devious act from any wayward eyes.

He captures your mouth with his. Your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers, the knuckle of his thumb sparking against your clit..

“Fuck that feels good baby” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t stop.”

“You gotta be quiet again.” He lets you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers, kissing your mouth.

You can feel the sparks start to catch fire. Your breath comes short and sharp through your nose. His kiss fanning the flames. He pulls his fingers out and just starts flicking your clit with his fingers. It’s just enough to set you off, flames dancing across your nub and into your core. You quietly moan, muted by his mouth. Your hands grip his arms tight, fingers digging into his flesh. Your stomach tightens and shivers run up and down your spine.

He pulls away, both hand and mouth. Your dress drops, hiding your wet thighs. You lean your head on his chest. Recovering your breath.

You hear the crunching of feet on the pathway. You both freeze until the crunching fades. He lets out the breath he was holding.

“Fuck, that was close’ he says.

“Yeah, but thanks for being brave baby.” You lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

“Lets go back to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Yes please, I need a bath,” you declare, remembering your new toy.

“Yes you do, dirty girl” he says low, “and I need more of you.”

You decide to walk back to the hotel across the Good Will Bridge and along the river front walk. He buys ice cream from a street vendor. It is a perfect night.

Back in the room, Austin draws a hot bath. You put your hair up and sink into the freestanding, oversized oval tub. He turns off the lights and slides in behind you, the water rising to cover your tits. You watch the city lights creating contrasting highlights and shadows across your bodies. You cuddle in the hot water as he runs his fingers over your skin.

Once again, it strikes you how blissful this moment is: the feel of him behind you, the lines he is tracing on your arm and shoulder, the eddies of his breath on your neck; the warm water cocooning you both.

Fucking paradise.

You take in an enormous breath, burrow into him, and exhale the most rapturous sigh.

He hugs you tight to him, kissing your temple.

Bliss.

After a few minutes his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Would you be willing to play a little game with me tomorrow?”

“What are you thinking?” you nuzzle your ear against his lips.

“Well, I am wondering if you’ll let me edge you all day,” he is cupping your breasts in the water.

Immediately you are intrigued, “Oh?”

“Y'know, play with you, get you all hot and bothered but not let you cum. At least not until I say so. I’m curious how you will respond to that,” his hand migrates to your labia, stroking you lightly under the water.

“Well, my demon may eat you alive… but I am game to try.”

“Your demon?” he asks.

“Oh, you have met her,” you smile, “remember that morning when you made me cum and cum and cum?”

Austin nods his head, “Mmm hmm, that was fun .”

“Well, right after I was squatting on your cock and came on your face,“ Austin growls appreciatively behind you pressing his palm into your vulva, “when you told me I needed to be tamed and knocked me down on the bed and I still demanded that you fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he remembers, “ you had this wild look like I was prey or something.”

“Yeah,” you say a little self-consciously, “ you were. Prey. That was my sex demon. She can get out of hand sometimes. I usually keep her on a short leash, although you tend to bring her out.”

“I seemed to be able to handle her then, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he seems confident, ”and if it comes to that, I will just tie her down on my own short leash.“ He rubs his hand back and forth.

“Oh my, “ the idea and pressure start another warm fire behind your clit. “Ok, on one condition.”

“What’s that Kitten,” he rubs a thumb across your nipple.

“That we don’t start until tomorrow morning,” you sit up, reach behind the tub and grab your new vibrator, “cuz I gotta play in this tub!”

“Alright,” he says, pulling you around for a kiss to seal the deal.

His lips are unfathomably soft, the tip of his tongue tickling your bottom lip. You melt into his chest, momentarily forgetting about the vibrator in your hand. Your lips open, pressing together, creating a seal to one another, tongues rolling across one another before pulling back with slight suction forming into two mouths once again with the tiniest of ingressive clicks.

“God I love kissing you,” you say looking into his eyes, “please don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“As long as it’s within my power Kitten,” he agrees, “That’s one of the first things I loved about you, that first night when you kissed me back. I knew that any woman who could kiss like that…” he shakes his head in memory, “well I knew we would fit well together.”

You acknowledge with a soft “yeah” and nod, kissing him again, longer this time. While kissing you, he takes the vibrator from your hand, and starts rubbing it against your pussy lips under the water. It’s off, but the soft silicone covering and the friction feels good.

Your kiss becomes more passionate, leveraging against the side of the tub with your foot to twist and reach up farther to him.

You can feel his hardening cock trapped in an awkward position between your bodies. You lift away from him a little, allowing space for him to rise behind you. You nestle back down against him, reaching for the vibrator with him. You turn it on to the lowest setting and help him press it to your pubis.

The fingers on his other hand drift down to your opening. There is something about the warm water and the vibrations that just hits different, while his fingers swirling in little circle motions just inside you make it all the more.

Guiding the vibe side to side, you snuggle the end down between your labia up against your clit. A moan slips from your lips as your head falls back against Austin’s shoulder as a spike of pleasure arcs up from the vibe.

Your thumb clicks the vibe up a level. Your hips shimmy against the vibrator and his fingers.

“Oh yeah.” he breathes into your ear, pushing his cock against your shaking body. His fingers start moving faster.

Another spike of pleasure shoots through you, then another. Your pussy clenches and you jolt forward, curling around your core.

“Ohhohohoh” you moan, not exactly an orgasm, but close.

Austin extracts his hand from your crotch and lifts your hips. You grab the edge of the tub, dropping the vibe to stand up. You reach for the water play lube and decide to make a show of it, stand up in the tub and bend over really far, Austin’s hands automatically go to your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, Kitten,” he says.

Before you can put lube on it, Austin’s tongue is slurping at the water dripping from your labia, reaching forward, teasing your clit.

“God I love licking you,” he says, lips against your labia and mimicking you from earlier, “please don’t ever stop letting me eat your pussy.”

“As long as it is in my power, Mon Roi.” You mimic back.

He pulls your hips towards him and delves into you, licking and sucking. He. Is. So. Talented. You mentally thank any and all previous lovers who taught him and/or provided opportunity for practice. Your ass shakes on his tongue.

He pulls away, rubbing your saliva soaked lips and utters the best five words of the day: “I want to fuck you.”

You spread some of the waterplay lube onto just your opening, in case you want to play with the toy more on your clit.

“Can you get your cock out of the water?” He pushes his hips up and since the water is lower for you not being in it, you can slather his cock in the silicone based lube. You put your feet on the outside of his legs and flip your legs underneath you, pushing your ass back towards him on your knees.

“Oh yeah Kitten, slide down on me, “ he holds his cock as he guides you down, “oh my god that feels good.”

On your knees, facing away from him, you are impaled on his cock. His hands are pushing and pulling on your hips as much as you are bobbing back and forth on him. The lube is a game changer and doesn’t wash away. Water begins to splash back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, you decide you feel too detached from him. You rise off him and turn around in the tub.

Lowering down onto his cock again, you take his face in your hands and hungrily kiss him. Squatting on your feet this time, you glide up and down the length of him, taking him deep.

Fuck, it feels phenomenal be kissing him and to have him so deep inside you, to be so joined, connected together as one being in the watery chrysalis that is this tub. The beast with two backs, moving together in the ancient rhythm. Water sloshes up and over the thick side of the cauldron. Whatever magic you are making, it is intense.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily, forehead to yours, hands on your face. Your hips stop moving on him.

“My god Kitten, I feel so good when I’m with you,” he says, “not just fucking, but anytime I am with you. ”

“I’m so damn lucky to get to be with you baby, you are….. beyond words, “ you say, leaning in to kiss him hard. His ass flexes and thrusts into you. Your hips start up again.

Suddenly the water is rippling as Austin turns on the wand and pushes it towards your clit. You break away from kissing him and lean back to give him space. One hand around your waist, the other holding the vibe hard to your pussy, he kicks it up one, two levels.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan out, head back.

“Keep going Kitten,” he commands. ”I want to watch you go to pieces on my cock.”

His words fan your flames. You are riding him like a galloping stallion, hard and fast, holding to the side of the tub. His hand keeps the vibe tight against you. Water is splashing everywhere.

Deep below and behind your belly the quickening rises. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth is open, the tip of your tongue flipping back and forth. Suddenly Austin’s wet finger is in your mouth. You suck it, rubbing your tongue vigorously along its length. Your strokes become short and sharp but he is still deep inside you.

“Do it baby, do it,” he says through clenched teeth. He clicks the vibrator up one more level.

The rising erupts over you like lava from your belly. Steam escapes in a full on scream around this finger as you cum. Your back is alternately arching and rounding on his cock. Water swirls, turbulent, around you both.

You are breathing heavily through your nose, humped over him, still sucking his finger.

“I need you out of this tub,” his voice is low and weighty.

You rise off him and he slips out from under you. You collapse into the tub. Getting out, he almost slips on the wet floor. He throws the towel down and turns to help you out. His cock dripping with water and lube in front of you. You look up, it’s gorgeous. Maybe it's the demon in you, but god you love his cock.

He hauls you up onto your feet and helps you get out, reaching down to grab the vibe. He walks you slowly, carefully backwards off the hard, wet floor, wrapping your wet hair around his loose fist.

“Oh Kitten, you got me so fired up,” he is looking you dead in the eye, lust painted all over his face, “making me finger you in public, sloshing up and down on my cock in the tub, the taste of your pussy on my lips.”

Once you hit the carpet, his hand tightens, pulling your head back. Your pussy drenches again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” his lips against your exposed neck, “and when you cum again, cuz you will, I’m not gonna stop, no matter how much you beg me to.”

You shudder in delight at the thought, your demon glinting in your eye. Fuck, you want him. Now.

He pushes you down on the foot of the bed, Your wet hair splays out behind you. The cool night air from the open balcony door turns your skin into gooseflesh.

“Come get me baby, make me beg,” your demon coaxes him on.

Then he is on you with a growl, hands again in your hair. His delicious mouth is on yours, his tongue flicking and playing with yours as he finds his way inside you again.

Your swollen pussy and clit are so sensitive already that you almost cum when he thrusts inside you. You know you are in for it now.

He’s nothing if not honorable and true to his word, starts slamming into you, but with a slow rhythm.

Gripping your hair tight, he stops after each thrust, savoring your moan and your body arching, before slamming in again.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Each stroke is deep and hard.

Each one just a little faster than the last.

Soon he is driving in and out of you with no pause, holding you down by your hair.

You are on the brink of cumming again when he sits back onto his heels and pulls your hips on to his lap. He thrusts the vibe into your hand. You click the button several times and shove it onto your clit. He pushes himself into you and holding on to your hips he continues, dauntless in his quest of ravishing your pussy.

You can feel the heat in your face, rising red. The pulsations on your pussy expand deep into you then explode into particles of pleasure that liquefy in your veins, every cell alight.

Austin keeps fucking you.

You are thrashing on his cock now, handfuls of sheets bunched in your fists.

And he keeps going.

Wordless screams roll from you in time to his thrusts.

He keeps going.

Tears stream out your eyes as your screams turn to sobs of “I can't, no, no, no”.

“Yes yes yes!” he snarls, and he keeps going.

It’s too much, you are flooding him, flooding yourself.

He keeps going.

You are swept away, lost in the erotic pain and pleasure that is the torrent of his pounding dick.

Suddenly, he falls forward on top of you, roaring into your shoulder, thrusting hard, harder, harder into you. You rattle your own teeth with the strength of your shaking under him, clenching down so hard onto his cock.

He lets out a string of profanity, as your pussy milks the cum out of him as you clench and unclench. He is laying on you exhausted, shivering and moaning.

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tags: kinktober 2023, loss of virginity, handjobs, biting, body image, friends with benefits, kenny "its not gay if its with homies" mccormick

synopsis: Kenny might be a little bit of a slut, he might even be trying to quit- but who is he to give up a chance of taking Cartmans virginity?

note: written for kinktober 2023, back when i was full swing into SP, good times, good times. kenman makes me feel all sorts of crazy things and i could go on for hours, but I hope ya'll enjoy and if ya do consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50260609

"She dumped me Kenny," Cartman whined as he slumped back on his mattress.

"Sucks for you bro," Kenny answered with, "How long did this one last?"

"Four dates, and she called me up to a pizza place, let me order and pay, and once we were done, she dumped me! The absolute bitch!" Cartman exclaimed, agitation heavy on his voice, "And that's not even the worst part."

"What's the worst part?" Kenny asked, stretching his arms over his head as he spoke.

"She was going to suck my balls tonight Kenny, I waited all week long for us to get it on," Cartman explained, "And it never happened and to this day, I've still never fucked."

"Skill issue," Was Kennys unfiltered response.

"Fuck you Kenny! It's not like you've gotten anything other than Jew ass!" Cartman spat venomously.

Kenny gave a warm chuckle, "Believe me, I've gotten more ass than humanly possible."

"But you've been in a relationship with Kyle since grade twelve," Cartman said.

"It's an open deal. We just gotta let each other know the day before or after, it's nice really," Kenny said, "Not much he can do to stop me from fucking Damien when I'm dead anyways."

"You've fucked the son of Satan?" Cartman asked incredulously.

Kenny nodded, "Worst bottom ever."

"I still doubt you've gotten that much ass," Cartman said with an annoyed huff.

"I've fucked Kyle. I've fucked Damien. Me 'n Butters were a side deal during my rough patch with Kyle. I've fucked with Tweek. I've been fucked by Wendy, insane strap game," Kenny said, sounding more proud than anything else about his conquests. He raised a finger for each one and wore a cocky smirk, "Me and Craig 'experimented' before I was with Kyle. Bebe as well. Can't forget about Clyde, he actually bottoms. I've fucked Pip. And I'd say that's about it."

"What about Stan?" Cartman asked boldly.

Kenny gave a hum, "That's Kyles business, but I usually play bottom if I'm invited in. It happens a lot when he gets dumped by Wendy."

Cartman could only stare in shock.

"And that leaves you as the only one whose immune to the McCormick charm," Kenny said, wearing a smirk as he pressed a finger to Cartmans chest. He trailed his fingers to the top button of his friends shirt, "And I would say your girlfriend is missing out, but I don't have enough to go off of."

Cartman swatted away Kennys hand, "Dude, unlike you, I'm not a queer."

"Who said fucking your best friend would make you gay?" Kenny said, dutifully tacking on, "No homo bro."

"You wouldn't be interested in what I want," Cartman got out, almost shamefully. He's usually willing to push his friendships, push them to the breaking point.

But Kenny?

He refuses to lose Kenny.

"What is it then?" Kenny asked, raising a brow, "Piss play? Bondage? Asphyxiation? Pet play? Docking? Daddy kink? Electrocution? Force fem? Got any fucked up toys under your bed?"

Cartman had to refrain from just staring in silence, "Kenny what the fuck?"

"I'll try anything once," Kenny said, rearing back from Cartman, hands raised in surrender. He waited for an answer, "What is it then?"

"I just, I would want you to do the work," Cartman got out quietly, "Which is stupid, believe me, I know. But, that's what I'd want."

"Ah, so you're a pillow princess," Kenny accused accurately. With the visceral red on Cartmans face and his instant stutter reaction Kenny knew he hit the nail on the head.

"A-Am not!" Cartman spat defensively.

"Are too," Kenny said calmly, "Is there anything else that you want? At all?"

Cartman stayed silent, before choking out a quiet and extremely shameful, "I bought a collar."

"A collar huh?" Kenny questioned.

Cartman nodded.

"That's pretty pedestrian. I thought you'd wanna role play as Hitler or some shit like that," Kenny said nonchalantly, "Now what do you want me to do with this collar? Want me to wear it? Is it yours to wear? Is a leash involved?"

"It's my fucking collar, and I'm not buying a leash," Cartman explained. The stuff was second nature to Kenny, but it was really getting to Cartman, "Why are you so invested in my sexual interests?"

"So we both have fun," Kenny said nonchalantly, "That's it?"

Cartman nodded hesitantly, "That's it."

"So you wanna wear a collar and have me pamper you?" Kenny asked, touching on as many bases as they covered.

"I, I don't wanna wear the collar yet, maybe next time," Cartman answered with cautiously.

Kenny nodded, "Cool, then sit back, strip down, and let Kenny McCormick work his magic."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're doing this now?" Cartman asked.

Kenny nodded, inching a little closer to his friend, "I mean, if you want to."

Cartmans hands were at the edge of his shirt in a second, "I do! I just, wow you're eager," His tone is teasing despite the nervousness bubbling under his skin. His shirt slides off his form with ease and he's tactfully undoing the first button on his pants.

Kennys practically vibrating as he watches, "Nice," Was what he said as he stared at his friend, circling him atop the bed on all fours. The springs creaked as he came up behind Cartman, pillow atop bent knees for a buffer of cushioning.

Cartman leaned back into him a bit, "Now what?"

"Well, you just tell me what feels nice," Kenny said with a sly smirk as he tugged off his gloves.

He slid his hands over Cartmans waist and he froze up entirely at the softness of the touch. Kenny didn't stop, sliding callused hands across Cartmans front. He wasn't as fat as he was back in the day, but he was still soft, and the only difference now is that he's a bit self conscious. The more important question is if Kenny actually cares about that- and he really doesn't. He's made it a point to give everyone else a good time so why stop his efforts at Cartman?

He digs his nails, shockingly well kept, into the plush expanse of Cartmans thighs. It draws a whimper from him along with a slight squirm. He pushes himself further back into Kenny as nails draw higher up his thighs.

"Feel good?" Kenny asked softly, resting his chin on Cartmans shoulder.

His friend nodded and gave a choked, "Yeah."

Kenny gave a warm hum, "Glad to hear it," He teased his teeth along Cartmans shoulder, purposefully avoiding where it would be visible. He bit down and sucked bruises into flesh, repeatedly pressing down his teeth as he did so. It drew shaky moans from Cartman, arms falling limp at his sides.

Kenny smirks against skin, reveling in the way hands grasp at his thighs for an anchor to stay grounded in reality. He easily slides a hand along Cartmans length, the full body shudder it elicits is perfection in itself. He keeps his other hand pressed firmly atop a thigh, fingers pushing against skin until he reaches the point where it turns to pain. He releases in an instant and the undeniably hand shaped mark it leaves is just a bit more erotic than it should be.He swipes his thumb over the tip and waits for the words he knows are trapped in his friends throat.

"Kenny," Cartman keened, head falling back on Kennys shoulder.

"Yeah man?" Kenny asked, not stopping his ministrations for even a second. He brought his free hand to rest comfortably at Cartmans waist, sliding fingers up until he could feel the firmness of ribs. He pressed down on the barely cushioned bones, it made his friend squirm as blunted nails pushed where there was gaps between bones.

There's a gasp before he can get enough oxygen in his lungs to speak, "Fuck you."

Kenny gives a warm chuckle, deep and reverberating in his chest, he knows the vibrations hit Cartman with their forms pressed flush against each other. He draws his hands higher up until he swiftly slides the back of his nails across Cartmans throat, it draws an amazing sound from him.

Kenny smirks, "I'd like to see you fucking try," It's a challenge and with the way climax is creeping up on Cartman he can't muster a snarky response. It amuses Kenny, "You're putty in my hands bro, you couldn't fuck someone even if you wanted too."

Cartman doesn't even bother denying, he leans further back into Kenny and tightens his grip on the smallers thighs. A squeak claws it's way from Kennys throat and he regrets letting it escape with the devious smirk on Cartmans face. He simply counters by just letting go which draws an absolutely pitiful whine from his friend, a weak little call of his name.

"Think twice before touching my thighs then," Kenny warns and Cartman releases his grip entirely, "Good boy."

There's a moan of some sort at the praise, hidden under a horrible attempt to silence it.

"Praise? Knew it," There's a laugh on Kennys voice as he speaks before he presses more bites to Cartmans shoulders and it's just enough to push him over the edge. Before he can cry out Kenny catches him in a kiss, a brief one, just long enough to shut him up and drink up every sound.

Cartman is frozen, his brain feels a bit spotty.

"How was that for you?" Kenny asked tauntingly as he let go of Cartman and pushed himself away.

"I think I'm gay," Cartman groaned out in annoyance.

The laugh it sparks in Kenny is simply angelic.

"Really gay," Cartman tacked on.

#south park #kenman #keneric #kenny x cartman #smutfic #smut fanfiction #lemon #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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cosmicdreamgrl · 7 months

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Hi Steph!!! How are you? I hope everything's okay 🤍🤍 i just want to ask you howww you manage to organize your blog by color? omg that's so beautiful and awesome!!! sending hugs 🤗🤗🤗

hi karen, thank you for checking in; i'm doing good, just relaxing and enjoying my sabbatical, oh & mulling over the news of jungkook's solo album dropping soon. i hope you're doing well too. oh that? honestly, i like things to look cohesive & organized, reblogging posts randomly makes me feel some type of way so i figured i should do it by colour. all i do is go through my likes and reblog things in sets of 10 but just make sure they're all in the same colour spectrum, there's no specific science to it. i'm surprised that people noticed let alone like how it looks? it's nice in a way, that's how ya'll know i'm online too since no one else does that lol. anyway, i hope you have a good day & a good weekend in general 😊

#asks #karen 💚

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squeaky-boots-blog · 2 years

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JUST IN CASE IF PEOPLE ARE NEW HERE AND OR, HAVE MISSED THIS.

Hi, my name is Squeakybootsblog! But, you may call me Squeaky or Squeaks for short. (Not my real name but, they will do!)

I am a 22-year-old having a birthday in December who lives in Australia and I love cartoons, video games and fandoms alike!

I don't usually do pronouns but if you want to know, it's she/her but, I wholeheartedly support the LGBT community as well as the furry fandom. Both are neat. I don't get the hate for either.

My main interests at the moment are;

🧽 Spongebob Squarepants 🌊 (my main hyper fixation at the moment hence the theme of the blog. The name of it was named after him)

⏩ Sonic the hedgehog 🦔

🐎 Mlp 🐎

🦆 Ducktales 🦆 (though, I am not as active but, it'll pop up every now and then)

🐻 Fnaf (all games up to Security Breach though, I maybe rusty in knowledge. ) 🎤

And many others. Just ask me! OwO

Also, racists, homophonics, transphobics, , whitewashers, proshippers, pornbots, pornaccounts, fetishizers, ableists dni.

My oc's;

You may ask them anything, just be sure to send an ask through my ask box!

My Spongebob Oc, Goldie.

She is featured many times on this profile.

This list will grow as time goes on but, for now, it's kind of small. Lol. But, interactions with my characters are great! Feel free to send an ask relating to the character, you can also ask some fo the canon characters too! Headcanons are accepted as long as they're not too NSFW.

Anywho, I hope ya'll enjoy visiting my profile! Have a nice day/night/evening! 👋

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Officially using Insta from here on out so, If you still want to see my art or posts. You can follow me over at Squeakyboots99 or Starcrossed99 (that's my main) but, I suggest to follow the first since I logged out of the main one so, that's my back up account.

#introduction #spongebob squarepants

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abrushwithdeath · 1 year

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((Hi, ya'll! It's almost 10:30pm here so I'm gonna be headed to bed soon (because I have work tomorrow).

Tomorrow night is game night with the family (as most Saturdays are) so it's unlikely I'll get anything done tomorrow night. I do, however, have Sunday off, so I'll try to at least catch up on some asks and maybe a reply or two on the multi! After that, I work until Friday. So I'll be around a little on Friday, hopefully.

I'm also aiming to get an 8 day vacation in June (cross your fingers for me that it gets approved oTL) and I plan on using most of that for just relaxing and such because work has pretty consistently been a nightmare since, like, last July ^^;

Anyway-!!! I hope ya'll are doing well! Have a nice night and I'll see ya Sunday <3))

#ooc.#((I mean I might also hop on for a bit tomorrow but no promises ^^;))#((Goodnight!))#((In the mean time- don't hesitate to send asks and such even if they're totally out of the blue!#I like having options of things to answer <3))

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galacticexevt · 3 months

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OC Prompt/Ask

Hi guys! I know it has been a while since I have uploaded any works and it’s due to a few reasons: One of them being my college classes for the spring semester have startred up and I need to get my GPA up so I need to stay on top of my classes. The second reason simply being writers burn out, lmao. That being said, I haven’t stopped coming up with writing ideas and prompts, ya boy just needs to find that motivation again.

This prompt was given to me by an IRL friend of mine back in fall of last year- and while it is a bit different from what I normally write and share; considering I am on the aro/ace spectrum it was quite a challenge to think outside the box. While this short story is meant for kicks and giggles, there is a bit of truth to my IRL seld slipped into it as well. I had put this peice on the back burner for a while and it wasn’t until a rather….unpleasant interaction with a veiwer of mine that gave me the inspo to continue it, lmao.

I hope to finish up some other WIPS in the coming weeks, so please enjoy this story for now!

(PSA: Respect your fellow aces please and thank you.)

Prompt: What is your type?

My type? Whadda mean, My type? Like- blood type or somethin'? Why...exactly do you need to know that? Do you work for those weirdo Maelstrom scientists? Look, man, I don't even think I have a blood type- do you guys forget that I am not human or some shit? I thought the ears and the light show on my face would be a dead giveaway.

Wait, wait, you mean my type in other people? Wha-what kinda fucking question is that?! Why are ya'll so keen on learnin' about my personal life!? Huh?! First, it was that one guy askin' me about my dick size, and now this! Why are ya'll steady tryin' to get into my pants?!

Look, to be real with you, I ain't got the time to be thinkin' about that kinda stuff. I mean- between being a wanted fuckin' convict, a vengeful Maelstrom Captain hunting me down, and trying to keep up business at Kohren's shop, I don't really get a moment to sit down and ponder what gets my dick up, ya know?

Besides, have you seen the folks that live in The Slums? They...ain't my cup of tea to put it nicely. Trust me, this place is called The Slums for a reason, and the people here are no exception. If you ask me, I don't think having a 'type' exists here. The folks around here just go for whatever gets their rocks off and call it a day. Also, I wouldn't touch most people here with a ten-foot pole; unfortunately, basic hygiene is not the everyday standard.

Level with me here: is this somethin' you humans sit up and talk about in your spare time? Do you guys not believe in keepin' certain things to yourselves? Why would you want people to know that kinda shit about you anyways? That would just invite weirdos trying to be your type, and that sounds like a fucking shit show waiting to happen.

I don't know how to answer this one for ya, and I feel like I will let someone down regardless of how I respond or if I simply choose not to. But whatever! I will come clean. I am a little different than other folks; while you guys sit up and think about this stuff all day, this shit simply doesn't compute in my brain. It's never a pressin' thought for me- dontcha humans have a word for that? It's ace, right? Yeah, romance and intimacy ain't really my thing. I mean yeah, I have wants and needs like most folks do, but they... aren't that important- and I was born with two hands for a reason other than craftin' shit at Kohren's shop.

Now, answer me this, how the fuck do you have a type if you have never been with anyone? How does that shit make sense? How do you actually know what you like before you go out and experience it? Is it an exposure thing? I dunno how you human folk mingle with each other but all of this sounds complicated as fuck.

Ughh...fuck...why is this so hard to fucking answer? If I find people unappealing, you'd think it would be easy to pinpoint what I do find appealing.

Does it count if the type is human? Maybe this would be a hell of a lot easier if we took my birthplace out of the equation. Does that count? You know what? We are making it fucking count.

I guess, to keep it short and simple, I like masculine girls and feminine guys. Wha-what do you mean explain further?! What difference does it make if I explain?! It won't increase anyone's chances with me, even if they fit my descriptions! Aight, aight I'm dragin' this on too long.

I like girls with an unbreakable character- ones that don't take any shit, ya know? Someone with an unpredictable personality, one that keeps you on your toes- one that isn't afraid to test your limits and push your buttons.

If...I could be honest...I find it rather...uhm...attractive when girls are taller and have nice muscles- o-of course, it takes a lot of training a-and a proper diet to achieve a physique like that! D-don't mistake that for anything else!

And guys? I prefer when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side. Ones who aren't afraid to be emotionally vulnerable can express themselves however they please. Oh- and he has to be clean; there are no exceptions what-so-fucking-ever. I have heard too many horror stories of male hygiene habits from Earth.

Aight, does that answer your question? Honestly, I don't get paid enough to care whether it does. It doesn't matter if someone fits these descriptions either; these are just superficial preferences, and like my old man tells me: "The heart wants what it wants." Or somethin' like that.

#vtuber #character design #galacticlore #oc #original character #original writing #writeblr #vtuberlore #lore #writing #oc asks #oc ask #ocask

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kobochasketch · 6 years

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Ichimatsu is precious, and I adore him. (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

#osomatsu-san #mr.osomatsu #ichimatsu #ichimatsu matsuno #artists on tumblr #kobocha #ok so I don't think I've mentioned it here but like...Ichimatsu is MY SON ok???#he's so precious I just....jhgdrjhgerjhhjhjh #anywaaaaayyyyy I wanted to draw him and ended up with the version from that beach skit #though I guess we're a bit out of season for it huh? haha #and feel free to thank or blame my mom for the bg- she insisted I draw something beachy instead of the flat color bg I was going to use...#I need to practice drawing him some more! He's so cute but I havne't really got a hold of his subtle and cute expressions #anyway! I hope ya'll are doing well and have a nice day~

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6-v-6 · 6 years

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#i've read 13 books in less than a month all I've been doing all day is reading #its nice #the other day i actually went out and did stuff like a social person #now im back to reading all day #its nice 2 read abt gay characters for once #if anyone has any good lgbt book recs lemme know #or if u wanna talk abt books with me hit me up on my book blog linked in my desc #anyways hope ya'll have been well #🦊#ns #mine

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shortyisweird9 · 4 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

An interesting night- part II

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse stretched as he set up his work station, Pewds was starting another live stream and invited him on and since sleep won't show up anytime soon, he hopped on without much thinking.

He smiled when his friends started to greet each other and him.

"Guys, you saw the video I send you ,right?" Lily asked.

"Yeah but I couldn't get in touch with ghost ,her friend was kind to let me know she might not feel comfortable doing a livestream with complete strangers. "Jack said as the others puffed in disappointment.

"That sucks. I wanted to see if she could have kill us all." Grease spoke as he opens a can of soda.

"You wanted to be killed by her?!"

They laughed as Grease quickly defended himself.

"Hey-Hey, to be killed by someone with that skill is a privilege."

"Simp." Jason concluded.

Their laughter ran wilde as Grease again began to shout.

"Hey,Lily?"

"Yes, Rae?"

"You been quiet. Something's wrong?"

"Whenever you are ready." She simply said, confusing them.

"W-What? Lily are you okay-"

"Hello,gents!"

It was her.

"GHOST?"

"Oh my god..."

"HOW but Jack said-"

"Guys ,guys ,please don't overwhelm." Lily again said, calming the both parties.

"Right ,sorry. Anyway, top of morning to yah ,ghost."

He could hear her swallowing her nerves before she cleared her voice, tingles ran down his back when the Reaper like tune hit his headphones.

"Hello!...This is awkward. Sorry."

They giggled with her as she moved in her chair.

"Ghost? "

"Yeah?"

"Your friend said you will not feel comfortable enough to join us today."

"Well, it's raining so that puts me at ease and your friend, Lily, was very convincing on bring me here."

"*giggle* I just showed you picture of my friends' pets."

"...As I said before, very convincing."

They always laughed especially when the stranger proved to be funny enough to bring that chuckle out of them.

"So ready to rock?"

"Let's roll."

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The match was entertaining with couple of close calls, too close for your liking. Corpse was on you the entire time so to pay him for his diligence, you killed him first as he struggled to swipe that damn key card.

Then Jason, then Jack, Rae proved to be a bit harder to kill but you got her in O2, Lily was easy, Sykkuno was all confuse as he watched the crewmates die with him doing nothing, Pewds and Mark were a game of venting and killing swiftly. Speed was the key of your success of killing them all.

You could see they have their microphones on but no one said a thing.

The mischievous smirk that was plastered on your face grew when sounds of confusion came from Jack. Always the loud ones reveal the most.

"Whaaaat?"

"What the fuck?"

"I literally didn't have time to even kill any of you. Ghost came in like: slash ,slash, kill,kill."

You finally cracked at the ridiculous sounds Sykkuno made, a poor imitation of the sabers from Star wars.

"Hahaha"

He heard your laugh, he like the sound of it , the easiness and the innocence it held even though you killed all of them without mercy. What he didn't know if he liked was the stirring in his stomach cause by it. The tightness in his breath, the long smile and the bouncing of his legs as a result of hearing it.

He just shook his curls before paying attention to the group again, you were being put in the spotlight, something he cringed at as he recalled the painful experiences he had while being put under light.

"So, ghost?"

"Yes ,Jason?"

A whine came from the man known now as a simp for deep voices. You giggled, shaking your head and screaming when the black pair of headphones fell down your lap. Luckily you had the mic muted. That will be embarrassing...

You fixed your long hair, putting it behind your ears careful to not tug on your fresh piercings , your headphones back on the top ,you dived right back.

"Can you tell us about yourself?"

"Hmm..what do you want to know?"

You heard him sucking in a breath and to be honest you couldn't blame him, the voice was hot.

"Um ...anything. "

You giggled half embarrassed, half amusement by the pitch his voice turned to ,excited to hear whatever you may answer.

"Oh,okay. Um...My piercings hurt. My right leg is bouncing like crazy and um...I crave jelly candy."

"Piercings?"

"Yeah, my pal just did on my right three helix piercings: forward, mid and low. Plus the industrial on my left ear iches a bit."

"Oh, I am sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Jas. Thanks for asking by the way."

"Oh, don't worry. Do you have any others?"

"Um..yeah. On the right ear ,I have..um. helix , flat, rook and upper. Left ahh..industrial,helix and orbital."

"Wow, th-that's a lot."

"Hah, I just told you about my ears."

A choke cane from him ,probably he was drinking something. It had ice though, you could hear the ice hitting the metal of the glass.

The man started to choke and cough ,making you and the others who listened patiently on your convo worried.

"Easy there ,mate."

"Jay, you good?"

"Easy there ,buddy."

"I-I'm *cough* I am fine. You have MORE?!"

"Yeah ,three on the upper part of my right eyebrow and a ring on the left one."

"Jesus. " He said, calming himself at last.

"Yeah,*giggle*. I also plan to slit my tongue in two."

"Oh, yeah cool.WHAT?!"

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The next game you were imposter again but this time Corpse was your sidekick. Or were you his?

Anyway, you decided to let him do more of the killing,believe it or not , you weren't the blood thirsty monster the chat thought of you, all in a joking manner of course. Sabotage and let Corpse do his Kiss of death. Seeing couple of his streams ,you hoped he wasn't too nervous.

"Alright guys, ghost is imposter with us so this time I have to be more careful. They will probably suspect her to be imposter again . Sorry I can't see your message, I need to concentrate on this."

Proving his theory , ghost just sabotaged as she did fake tasks, being a guardian of Lily as he killed so far Mark and Toast.

"W-Where was the body?" His voice came of a bit more nervous then usual.

"In the nav." Dave answered.

"You good ,Corpse?"

He heard you ask ,you were more observant than the others who either lost themselves in the safety feeling of the match or the euphoria of the game, you always pointed suspicious behaviours of the others when they accused him of being imposter. He liked that, gave him time to calm his raging heart.

"Y-Yeah..*cough* I mean yeah, I am good. H-How about you?"

Fuck...

He didn't even want to catch a glimpse of the chat ,having a hunch of what they may be inferring.

"You seem shaky, Corpse. Something happened?"

He didn't needed to see Sean's face to know it will matched a lenny one. Finding an excuse so he is spared of the teasing and/or the allegations he is imposter, is a must.

"Yeah, I am just...ah...freezing. It's cold here. Brr. Brr."

They laughed at his poor attempt to sound like a freezing popsicle, your laugh put him more at ease. He knew however that his attempt of shifting the suspension failed, too bad he wanted to play more with you. I guess the roles are switching.

"He sound sus ,guys. Should we vote him out?"

"Wow, Lily. Thanks."

The girl giggling only stopped when you started speaking.

"He's not sus, guys. He's just a dork ,a stick with crippling anxiety and honestly same."

God, he wished he could fist bump you right now.

"More like a branch but who we voting then?" Sean asked.

" SPEEDRUN!"

Felix sealed his faith however. Your work only left him flustered and with a derpy smile , his honour lost in the vacuum space.

...............CORPSE was ejected.............

"Well shit. Anyway ,guys. Let me see what you been talking about? And I better not see any 'SIMP' comments. "

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"How?! How the fuck?! You tricked me!" Lily screamed at you for your betrayal.

"Wow, so now I have big trust issues with ghost." Grease announced.

"Deep mommy, no." Jason said ,bringing a laugh out of you for the thousand of time.

You started to like this guy, he and Corpse will be spared next time you are imposter.

"Sorry ,guys-"

"Who told you,you are allowed to do that?" Pewds shouted at you in a heated but not menacing tone.

"You didn't let me finish."

You took a sip out of your ice tea.

"RIP to ya'll but I am different. Not my fault the only guy I take advices from is Doomguy. And as the legend would say: Rip and tear."

"OH MY FUCK-"

You lowered your mic as they screamed in disbelief ,Corpse didn't said anything however. You were curious as to why?

"Corpse?"

"Yeah ,baby?"

Woah. That caught you out of guard. Like the warmth in your olive cheeks and the deliciously painful and frightening feeling of twisting in your stomach.

"Um..."

You blinked, no words head's empty.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, ghost. I didn't meant to make you feel weird."

"No,no. I am good. Ey, Jas?"

"Yes ,hun?"

"Do you take applications for your Corpse fan club?"

Jesus, what is this night even?

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the second part of the serie.

Anyway have a nice day/night!🌙🌌

Tagged 💖💖: @moolujk

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #babies #hopefully not cringy #thank you for the support #lonely ghost serie

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