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earlysunshines · 10 months

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dreamer girl

hirai momo x fem!reader ; smut ; wc: 5.4k

synopsis: momo has a sex dream which has her rethinking her roles in bed, it even makes her realize she’s into a lot of things she thought she would never be intrigued with.

warnings: smut with no plot i just wanted her crying (^‿^) ; kink discovery!!! ; almost somnophilia?? ; reader being called “miss” and “ma’am” ; mommy kink ; overstimulation kinda ; bondage ; ummmmm did i miss anything ; momo is a bottom!!! ; whipped momo ; kinda filthy idk i got carried away ; cursing lolll

a/n: the first half of this was written right before i fell asleep i apologize, but it gets better (i think)

momo was always known to be the more dominant girlfriend, not that it was explicitly said or anything—she just had that rep.

to be fair, it was true. her hand would be on your waist when you were out together, ensuring that everyone knew you were hers. she’d drive you everywhere and you were content being her passenger princess, enjoying the occasional squeeze and caress of your thigh every now and then. typical pillow princeess, spoiled, and bottom girlfriend treatment—you loved it.

it was safe to say that momo wore the pants in the relationship, but she was a sucker for you behind closed doors. you’d pamper her endlessly and to your amusement; she’s incredibly easy to fluster.

now, what’s also behind closed doors is what happens in bed (and on the couch, the kitchen counter—pretty much any space in your house where you can be held against—basically anywhere, but bedroom can be used as an umbrella term in this case.) momo can be pretty versatile when it comes to sex; she can be the sweetest soul ever, whispering sweet nothings and endless praises while her fingers pound into you ruthlessly. there are also moments where she’ll be holding you by the throat and making you scream, teasing you endlessly and degrading the hell out of you while stripping your orgasm away, she loves the control she has over you in bed and she knows you like it. momo loves it.

most of the time—if not all the time—momo is in charge when in bed and sure, maybe you’ll finger her or eat her out here and there, but it’s usually her taking the lead, always pleasing you.

momo is content that you easily submit to her and you’re fine with letting her ruin you; after all, no one else can do it like her. momo’s pretty content with this dynamic, she’s never had to think twice about it.

not until recently.

momo does not know how she had gotten here, there’s no memory that had led up to this moment.

you’re sitting on the couch with the tank top that momo adores on you and it shows a bit of your stomach, your collarbones, and your toned arms; your girlfriend is all worked up just from the sight of you like this.

momo is on the ground—on her knees—and your gaze is lowered down on her. your eyes hold a strange allure, something lustful, and hungry; momo feels small in the position she’s in, she’s never seen you like this, but fuck does it make her all nervous seeing you in this new light. she ignores the discomfort building up on her knees as she kneels before you.

“you look so pathetic like this.” you say, voice low and dangerously sweet, opposing your words. momo whimpers unintentionally and you laugh at her. “i haven’t even touched you yet, don’t tell me you’re all riled up from this?”

“i— no,”

you grab her face so her cheeks are squeezed between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, her lips squish a bit and she lets out a small, nasally whine.

your jaw tightens and you correct her, “no miss.”

momo is not used to this side of you—not used to you being so stern—but holy shit she’s entranced. her body tenses up and she gulps lightly.

“s-sorry miss…”

you loosen your grip. “that’s more like it.”

momo’s breath quivers when you rub her bottom lip with your thumb, pushing it down slightly while looking at her with a lidded, lust-filled stare.

“i wanna have my way with you, you’ll let me do that, yeah?”

“yes miss, whatever you’d like.” momo responds almost immediately; it comes out rushed and breathless. you giggle at this adorable, needy version of momo.

“what a good girl…” you coo, “let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? rather i’d make a mess out of you there than here.” you say, and momo nods eagerly.

when the two of you make it to the bedroom, you quickly order her to take off the shirt she has on. your girlfriend is quick to follow your commands, and when you tell her to lie down on the bed she does as told.

you walk up towards her then situate yourself so you’re straddling her, your core just barely making contact with hers. leaning over, you press a kiss to her forehead and back away, bringing your hand up to her face to cup her chin.

“you look so adorable, baby.” you mumble, sliding your hand down her neck slowly. momo’s tummy hitches when you trace down to her collarbone and she moans softly. just before you trail down to the prominent line that separates the muscles at her core—

momo wakes up, a sharp breath slipping past her lips.

she blinks once, twice, then shifts in the bed. her eyes are squinty when she opens them despite the room being pretty dim.

there’s a weight on her shoulder and she turns to see you sleeping peacefully, feeling the soft breaths you let out on her neck and the way your chest heaves up and down against her. you shift closer to her in your slumber, lazily draping your arm across her torso and snuggling her like a teddy bear.

your girlfriend smiles softly and kisses you on the forehead groggily before closing her eyes again, she almost forgets about the thrilling dream before she falls asleep.

almost.

momo spends a minute or two replaying the scene in her head. she hates to admit it, but the thought of her submitting to you turns her on more than she’d figure it would and makes her ponder for a while before she actually falls asleep. she thinks about the way you looked at her, how you called her a “good girl,” and the tone of your voice. after a couple of minutes of her furrowing her brows, shifting her hips around, and trying to shake off the thought of you being all commanding; momo is finally drowsy enough to fall asleep again.

a week after momo has this enticing dream, you’re sat on the couch with her head on your lap. your fingers twirl her hair around subtly, every other minute they dig deeper and massage her scalp gently.

your pointer brushes along the curve of her jaw, then runs down her neck and onto her jawline. you rest your hand there, rubbing her soft skin lightly before going back to massaging her scalp. with this action, momo shifts in her place a bit, and a slow, pleased breath leaves her lips.

you giggle quietly. “damn, must be comfy huh?” you mumble, continuing to massage her head how she likes it.

momo shifts again, and this time you catch her thighs rub from the corner of your eye. your brows furrow just barely when momo sighs, mumbling something you can’t seem to catch. you take your hands out of her scalp and watch her squirm more, her lips part as her brows crease. she continues to rub her thighs together, even biting her lip in her sleep. you tilt your head, looking at her with curiosity, and then everything clicks:

she’s having a sex dream.

a small laugh leaves your lips and you rest your hand against her cheek while her features etch into a familiar expression of bliss while her breaths get shakier. you watch with interest, curious and honestly pretty very turned on by the way she’s squirming; it’s different than her usual riled-up self, a little more needy, almost—compliant?

“y/n— i, i mean— miss, sorry miss…” she says under her breath, but loud enough for you to hear. your brows raise and you look at her with surprise.

miss?

there’s a blatant moan that leaves her mouth and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “p-please, please miss, i’ll be a good girl for you… please…”

“holy shit,” you mutter, watching your girlfriend rut her hips up and lean her head back slightly. “oh my god?”

something about this momo makes your own hips move up involuntarily and your top teeth trap your bottom lip as they subtly bite down. your hand finds itself inching down to momo’s thigh, and your thumb rubs small circles against the skin below where her shorts end; momo groans at the contact.

your middle finger finds its way in between momo’s legs and lightly grazes against the cloth covering her heat—it’s damp, no, it’s soaked.

“fuck,” you sigh, “bet you feel good in that dream, yeah?”

“y/n, please…”

before you can touch her where she needs it—before you can touch her properly as she sleeps, not just a feathered touch—momo jerks and sits up, groaning then rubbing her eyes. she turns so that she’s sitting like you; legs dangling off the couch and back facing the cushion behind her. she sits up properly while she recovers from her quick nap; and her tremendously appealing dream.

her cheeks grow even warmer when she sees the hand that is still in between her legs. “w-what, what are you doing?” she stutters, flustered from the dream and how wet she is.

you chuckle and decide to tease her just a bit, “were you having a sex dream about me?”

momo pauses, eyes widening. she chokes out a response, “i um, well, yeah… was i—”

“you called me miss, what’s with that?” you ask, watching her whole body tense up and eyes dart away from yours.

momo shakes her head then rubs her eyes, shifting away from your spot on the couch. you’re not going to take that as a response.

you lean closer and place a chaste peck to her jawline, then mutter in her ear, “c’mon, you seemed like you were enjoying your dream, it was cute.”

“y/n i—” she starts, shivering when your lips graze her earlobe and your breath hits it suddenly. “it’s just a dream i mean, i just—”

“too scared to admit something babe?” you laugh, “it’s okay if you want to bottom, not judging ever. actually, i’d be more than happy to switch roles y’know. i wanna make you feel like that, can i?””

your hand snakes around her waist and slides under her shirt, the feel of your skin on hers makes her breath tremble. momo whines when your lips tease her jaw again.

“it’s stupid, y/n, really.” momo tries, “it was just a silly dream.” she argues. your girlfriend inches away from your touch and starts to stand, you catch her by the wrist and grip it firmly.

“not so fast momoring.” you say sternly, looking at her with a quirked brow. you stand up swiftly and push her down onto the couch, standing in front of her now and looking down, eager for an answer. “you’re going to tell me what you were dreaming about.”

momo looks up at you and something about how helpless she looks turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“words momo, use your words and tell me. you can do it, yeah?”

her hips subconsciously shift when you say that, and she continues to avoid your gaze, frantically looking around the room, the floor, and anything but you. her unusually timid self makes you laugh at the sight of her—sleepy and bashful, also pretty turned on from the way her thighs rub against one another—and then you use your hand to tilt her head up so she faces you.

“words, or i can stop what i’m doing, you want me to stop?”

“no, please no.” momo responds almost immediately and unintentionally—she said without thinking—almost as if she were out of breath. you laugh in response, tucking her hair behind her ear. “it’s just… embarrassing…” she adds.

“just tell me about it and we can make your dream a reality, yeah? seemed pretty good from the way you were moaning my name, baby.” you tease, “now, speak up.”

momo hesitates for a moment, looking at you and folding from the sultry voice you talk to her with, low and alluring. she darts her eyes away quickly and then returns to the burning eye contact. she gulps lightly, then starts to speak with a trembling voice,

“i um, you… i,” she clenches her jaw before starting again, surprised at how she’s obeying to you so easily. “first i was on my knees—for you—in the bedroom.” she looks down quickly, jaw tensing when she cringes at her words. her mind is a mess and her heart beats at an abnormal pace, but she’s way too turned on to turn back now.

you snicker, “were you now?”

“yeah.” she admits. your hand slides to her neck and your fingers play with her hair subtly, she continues, “and… you told me to call you miss and ma’am—which i did do—and, fuck this is really embarrassing y/n, it’s all stupid, really—”

“ah ah, keep going.” you say in amusement, breaking the eye contact so you can look at how her lip’s part and jaw tighten.

“you took care of me,” momo finally says, “really well.”

“yeah? want me to take care of you like in your dream?” you ask, and she nods eagerly.

you smile proudly at how brave it was to admit this to you, and you’re glad because holy shit did it sound intriguing and as her girlfriend, you have to make her dreams come true.

you bite your lip while tilting your head slightly, then simply say— no, you order: “bedroom, come.” and momo follows you when you start to walk towards the shared room, feelings of excitement flowing throughout her body. there’s no way her sex dream is about to come true.

the door closes behind you and you turn to see your girlfriend standing there nervously, looking at you eagerly with a lust-filled, yet anxious stare.

you take a step forward and her breath quivers, you smile at the sight. “down on the bed, sit.” you order, momo listens competently and does as she’s told. “good girl.”

now with that remark momo feels her tummy do a flip and her pussy throb, the way you say it with that low, seductive voice kills her. it makes her knees weak. you walk up and trace your finger up her neck, and with the way her muscles contract subtly when she tenses up, you can tell she’s already sensitive and on edge. it’s ironic seeing she’s the one who usually has you like this.

“now tell me more about your dream, give me the full details.”

“i told you, you made me feel good… y/n please, it’s embarrassing—” momo is cut off when you harshly hold her face up, her cheeks being squished by your fingers when you do so. a low whine escapes her lips and she grips the sheets, looking at you with puppy eyes that make almost make you laugh.

“god you’re pathetic, so shy it’s almost annoying. now, miss or ma’am from now on, since you’re being so incompetent.” you scoff. “when i tell you to do something you do it. got it?”

momo nods quickly.

“and now i’m telling you— no, this is an order: tell me about your dream, momo.” you say sternly, and momo gulps, looking at the desire and lust in your eyes.

she’s not used to this side of you, not used to this bossy type of y/n and it’s making her wetter than she had anticipated. momo hesitates and tries to maintain eye contact with you, but it’s hard.

“sorry miss,” she says in the cutest voice ever, so desperate, so obedient. you could get used to this.

for the most part, you’re being so stern with her because it’s really fucking hot seeing her like this, seeing her fold under you so easily when you’re the one who’s usually in this position. you also need to know more about her dream because one: how will you know what she really wants from you, how you can please her to the best of your ability. two: you want to know more of what’s going on in that dirty little brain of hers., what fantasies you’ve been unaware of.

momo cannot believe she’s submitting so easily to you, and there’s no escape from this confrontation of her little sex dream. so, she does what she has to, what you ordered her to do—all because she’s a good girl, your good girl.

“my wrists,” she begins, struggling to recollect the memories from her dream due to how flustered she is. momo can feel her cheeks literally burning, and the way your eyes drill into hers does not help her state right now. “they were tied with the black tie i wear to work and i was naked, you were touching me, ruining me.” momo locks her eyes with yours and her brows give in, relaxing as she fully gives herself to you with that helpless, needy expression. “i was being good and you said i was a good girl too, yours. you left me a mess, left me crying.” and after saying all of this, after recollecting the memories from her very enticing dream, she musters up the courage to ask, “can you take care of me like that? please?”

her pride and whatever embarrassment she had from earlier is out the window at this point; now the only thing she wants is you to ruin her, she doesn’t care how flustered she’ll be after this, the only thing taking over her is the hungry desire for your care and touch. just like that damn dream of hers.

you smile, satisfied with this more detailed answered. “of course baby, as long as you’re good for me.” you assure, cupping her cheek and letting her ease herself into your palm. “you can do that, yeah?”

“yes ma’am.”

“good.”

you take your hand off her cheek and she whines lowly, earning a small chuckle of amusement from you. turning around and taking a few steps, you reach for where momo hangs her work tie on the hook drilled into the door, then grab the fabric hung on it. you wrap it around so that it’s resting around your neck untied. momo watches you attentively, focusing on the way your hips sway subtly, eyes the way your fingers play with the fabric as you walk back to her.

“clothes off.”

“yes, ma’am,” momo responds, quickly taking off her t-shirt and shorts. you bite your lip when you see her nipple just barely poking at the thin bra she has on, leaving a small—yet noticeable—small bulge in the fabric that covers her breasts. your eyes run down her body, pleased to see the damp fabric that’s darkened by her arousal, which paints a smirk on your face.

“you’re so pretty baby, i’m gonna ruin you, ‘kay?

“yes, please, do whatever ma’am.” she says, hands gripping the sheets to contain her eagerness. “i’m all yours.”

“i’m glad you know your place.” you mutter before placing your hand on the center of her upper chest, just under her collarbones. you ease her into lying down onto the bed—making her shift over a bit so her shoulder blades press against the headboard—and straddle her. “my good girl.”

to be completely honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure where you’re going with this, and really, you’re using what momo does to you against her, she’s better at this dominance thing than you are. your first instinct is to close the distance and kiss her, locking your plump lips against her soft ones. your girlfriend whines into the kiss, hands desperately clawing at the exposed skin that isn’t hidden by the crop top you have on. she lets you take over and lead the kiss, following your lips when you decide to linger and then pull back half an inch or two. she’s desperate for your touch and whining each time you tease her, it’s amusing.

you start to suck at the skin on her neck, earning a choked-out groan from momo and a string of curses when your hands start to add stimulus by rubbing circles down on her inner thigh. you pull away from her skin and gaze at the artwork you’ve left on her neck. momo looks at you with the neediest look you’ve ever seen; it’s incredibly tempting and makes you want more.

“so cute.” you mumble. momo sighs, resting her head against the headboard before you press another kiss to her jaw. your hands slither to around her back and your fingers unclasp the navy bra she has on, it falls down around her, leaving the top of her body uncovered. “i’m gonna ruin you.” you say, almost as if it were a promise; a very dirty promise.

you kiss her deeply again, letting her chest squish into yours as you do so and she’s so sensitive that the small amount of contact makes her groan weakly.

“mommy, please… need you, please” her voice breaks slightly, so desperate for attention her sensitive tits that push against you. what she calls you catches you off guard, and it even takes momo by surprise, it just left her mouth on accident. she pauses in place after processing what had slipped past her lips, quickly backing down from embarrassment and her voice shakes when she catches herself, “i-i didn’t mean to say th—"

“shh, shh baby,” you assure, growing needy yourself from what slipped from her lips. “miss” and “ma’am” were already hot enough coming from momo, but “mommy?” holy shit that made your head spin, and it’s the last thing you would’ve thought you were into—but now you’re sure you’re into it after hearing her say it like that. undoubtedly, it’s undeniable that you’re into all of this.

“be patient baby, mommy knows what she’s doing, ‘kay? i’ve got you.”

momo lets herself relax again knowing that you don’t mind her slip-up—one that made your pussy pulse severely—and she lets you make your previous marks darker, you make sure it’ll take at least a week for them to fade away.

you’re pretty new to all of this, new to being in control, the new title you’re being given, this momo; everything is all so thrilling and you fucking love it.

finally, you decide to give momo what she wants, she’s been so obedient and patient, you might as well be generous.

“sit up for me princess, hands behind your back.” and momo does exactly what she’s told just like the good girl she is.

you pull the tie off of your neck and hold it with both hands, bringing it over momo’s head and behind her so you can wrap the tie around her wrists, restraining her hands with a secure knot when you finish tying. now momo’s completely under your control, and her hands are all tied up, meaning you can do whatever. it makes her cunt pulse so badly and she desperately needs you to ease that.

you start by pecking her lower neck sensually, then you start planting kisses down to her breast and eventually latching your mouth onto it. momo moans immediately—and very loudly—as soon as your lips make contact with her sensitive area. your tongue abuses her nipple, swirling around it while you suck and stimulate her; momo might cum just from this, and she’s baffled at how sensitive she is for you.

she shivers when your hand slides up her torso, twitching when your fingers graze along her abs. she continues to moan, it’s more of a whimper at this point from how fucking delicate she is, and she can’t do anything about the overwhelming sensation due to her hands being unable to grip at your skin or hair.

you pay attention to the other tit, giving it the same treatment as you did with the other: sucking on it, swirling your tongue around, leaving marks, and making her breath stutter. momo’s back arches as you leave a trail of kisses down her abs, whining strangled “mommy’s” and begging you to fuck her good.

she’s lightheaded when you press your fingers against her panties, and when you slip them off she whimpers pathetically; it’s adorable.

momo sighs desperately, pretty much begging every time she says something coherent. “a-ah, p-please mommy i’ve been good…”

without warning your lips clasp onto her pussy, and momo’s wrists strain against the tie wrapped tightly around them. she twitches when you eat her out, your nose pressing to her clit every now and then while your tongue fucks her into oblivion. momo tries to hold back her orgasm, i mean, you’ve only toyed with her tits so far and you’ve been eating her out for the past (what momo thinks, though her mind is really fucked right now) thirty seconds, and her breath is already erratic.

“m-miss, fuck, m-mommy p-please i-im—"

her attempt to hold back her climax fails when you suck on her clit and she feels herself shudder as she cums into your mouth. her thighs close around you and words twist at her throat; she practically sobs as you lap up all her arousal. you look up and catch the way her tummy quivers when she breathes, the way her head rests against the headboard while she collects herself.

when she looks down, she looks at your eyes peering back into her own, lust filled and lidded.

“you sound so pretty all riled up baby.”

a smirk finds its way to your lips and you trail back up her body with kisses, making your way back to your chest. before you indulge into her sensitive tits again, you decide to be a tease and brush your fingers over, they spring back into place from how hard they are and you smile. you flick them and momo lets out a choked-out moan. then, you make her scream by suddenly pinching the hardened bud between your fingers, you like this helpless momo. she’s unable to do anything about your teasing and touching. you place hand in between her thighs and two fingers run up and down her folds, teasing her entrance while you kiss her lips hungrily.

she struggles to kiss you back properly, distracted by the sensation down at her core. when you pull away she whimpers, then moans when you stick two fingers in. her head leans into you and she groans into your skin breathlessly, “m-mommy, agh keep going… so good miss, fuck,”

“mommy making you feel good?” you ask, and she nods against you, making you smile. “my pretty girl, so good for me just as she should be.”

you plunge into her harshly, fingers making contact with the sweet spots of her walls that make her bite into your shoulder. at this point, her wrists are going to have crimson marks from how much they’ve been pushing and struggling against the fabric that restrains her.

her breath grows heavier and tears start to form from how overwhelmed and sensitive she is, the word “please” is repeated at least ten times as you fuck her relentlessly. she’s quick to cum again after you thrust into her with your fingers again—this time pretty harshly, the top of your palm abusing her clit as you do so—which makes her back arch dangerously and tears roll down her cheeks, her flushed, hot cheeks.

holy shit. you think, looking at her state. her face is rosy, her pussy is already starting to swell, and tears form in her eyes again; she looks so goddamn pretty like this. you want her sobbing.

without warning, you shove two fingers back in and momo yelps, her body jerking from the sudden pleasure.

“w-wait, m-mommy— ‘s too much—”

“shh shh baby, i know you can take it. you’re a good girl right? gonna take it for mommy?”

momo closes her eyes tightly and catches her breath. she nods, then responds with a strained voice, “anything f-for you,”

“good girl.” you say, and you decide to push her limits a bit, adding a third finger to her battered, swelling pussy.

this is what has tears flowing down and despite the sobs, momo doesn’t want it to stop; she’d cry even more if you were to take your fingers out, if you were to stop abusing her core with those fingers of yours. her mind is so foggy, everything starts to get dizzy and you simply watch your girlfriend squirm and lose herself from your touch.

“so much, ah— m-mommy ‘m gonna cum, c-can i cum? please? please let me…” she begs.

“of course you can sweetheart, mommy is going to take care of you, always.” you assure, kissing her cheek and tasting the slight saltiness from her tears. “cum for mommy, yeah? you’ve been good.”

your fingers move in and out of her cunt with a sharp rhythm and curl at the spot that earns the loudest lewd noises. her breath hitches again and a knot forms in her stomach. she groans, cries, and whines—all at once, somehow—and you feel her walls tighten around all three fingers.

momo cums and a loud cry—practically a scream, one that might have your neighbors asking what’s going on—escapes her, the loudest of the night probably. her hips jerk up, she twitches, and tears fall onto her collarbone and chest. she falls limp against the headboard when you take your fingers out and her breath is still heavy, but she recollects herself.

with your thumb, you wipe away a few of her tears and kiss her incredibly swollen and red lips softly. she whines quietly into you as you do all of this, you caress her neck and help her relax after her overwhelming climax.

you pull away and admire your girlfriend: flushed cheeks, puffy lips, pink nose, and dampened cheeks from the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down.

you undo the knot of the tie tightened around her wrists and throw it somewhere to the right. momo brings her—now free—hand up to her face and wipes her tears away, sniffling lightly. you smile at how adorable she looks; she’s all ruined and littered with deep red marks all over her neck, body, and inner thighs.

“c’mere.” you mumble, settling yourself beside her. you put out your arms and momo weakly leans into you against your chest, you pull the (now slightly dampened at the bottom) blanket over yourselves.

“was i good?” momo asks genuinely. you smile and kiss her forehead, then push her hair out of her face.

“more than good, you did great.” you assure. momo moves her head so that it’s situated in the crook of your neck, and she kisses it softly; a small giggle leaves your lips. “did you always have dreams like this?” you ask.

“once,” momo mumbles, “i woke up in the middle of the night from it last week, but that’s it. only that dream and… earlier…”

“would you have told me about these dreams if i didn’t catch you sleep-moaning?” you say teasing her with the last part of your response.

momo thinks to herself for a brief moment, then says, “i don’t know, it’s embarrassing.”

“no, not at all.” you say, “i didn’t know you had a mommy kink—i didn’t know i had one.”

“me neither… it just, slipped out.” she says, “ugh, this is so embarrassing, stop.”

you laugh and kiss her head. “well, i liked it a lot. you clearly liked it too.”

“uggghh.” momo groans.

“c’mon, am i wrong?”

momo pauses for a bit.

“no.” she responds.

you decide to leave momo alone and give her a little breather after fucking her to tears and teasing her about her newfound kink. you massage her scalp and feel her fully relax into you, her eyes close and she kisses you one more time.

“momoring, before you sleep.” you mumble, she hums. “can we do this again?”

she responds quickly, “please.”

you giggle and smile again, pressing her naked body closer to you and closing your own eyes. momo is glad that her dreams came true, and she hopes there are more dreams like these that can be fulfilled in the future.

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opiumsturn · 7 months

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GHOSTBUSTERS!

M.STURNIOLO

IN WHICH- Y/n wants to go to a haunted hotel but ends up regretting her decision

WARNINGS- use of y/n,fluff,pet names (mama,ma,princess,baby,ect.) ,haunted things idk

A/N- This is kinda butt sorry guys also my bday tmmr chatttt!

I was scrolling through my phone on instagram looking at haunted areas for fun and to maybe see if Matt would be down to go together?

I was scrolling for not too long before one area in general catches my eye 'driskill hotel'. This was the one. I looked more in it to see what it was about. '98 spirits roam this hotel'. 'most active spir-' 'the story of-'.

Just as I go to save this, Matt walks in the room setting his keys down exhausted from fliming and mettings all day.

"Hey baby." he says walking up to the bed where i lay

"Hey My love!! oh my okay so look. just listen! okay i was scrolling on instagram looking at haunted places and i was thinking what if-" his eyes widening while smiling and giggling at my enthusiasm but cutting me off before i finish.

"Dont even ask me to go there." He chuckles sitting next to me.

"But Matt! pleaseeeeee" i beg sitting up to him grabbing my wrist leading his hands to my waist sitting me on his lap, my back against his chest.

"Baby are you out of your mind?" He laughs

"It would be so fun!! pleaseee" I plead looking at the pictures on my phone.

"Y/n no!" He says in a joking disbelief.

"Mattt!! please there will be a tour guide and everything just plea-"

"Okay! fine." He chuckles resting his head on my shoulder nuzzling in the crook of my neck.

"REALLY?!" I say turning around to face him

"Mhmm" He says smiling

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU" I basically shout hugging him now straddling him (not like that..)

"I love you too" he says hugging me back giggling.

I leap from excitement scheduling an appointment for our tour.

"Okay! tommorow at 7pm." i say proudly.

"You got a reservation already?" he says shocked chuckling.

"yup!" i smile widely.

"Your insane" He chuckles.

I giggle at his reply laying down on his chest as we both lay down getting ready for bed, the excitment for tommorow not leaving my body.

Matt scrolls through his phone for a few minutes before we both fall asleep with eachother. Matt puts his phone down pulling the covers over him and I kissing my forehead before whispering to me.

"Goodnight sweet girl, I love you" Knowing im fast asleep he still does the smallest but cutest things ever.

NEXT DAY

I wake up at around 1 p.m still on Matts chest to see he's awake on his phone making sure his volume was low enough for him to hear but also to not wake me up.

"Good Afternoon sleepy head" He says still in his morning voice.

"Hey baby" i say in a raspy tone rubbing my eyes while placing a kiss onto matts chest. "Hey dont forget we have that hotel to visit todayyy!!" I say fully waking up just by remebering what we will be doing.

As a young girl i always liked scary things and horror. I could handle horror. I mean certain things.. Maybe just through a screen. Never in real life..Shit.

The thought now made my excitment into nervousness.

"Im gonna go get ready." i say getting up off matts chest into my closet, grabbing a towel and walking into the bathroom. Its as if everything was starting to bother me now. I feel a cold sudden gust of wind as i walk into the bathroom and shut the door. Its nothing. I go to turn on the shower and hang my towel up, undressing infront of the mirror which im not looking at at the moment. I lift my shirt up and as soon as its off i look up into the mirror. A black shadow by me. I jump turning around but nothing.

Its just my imagination. Im just scared. and i was 100%.

I hop into the shower closing my eyes as the warm water hits my cold bare skin. The though of someone or something watching me suddenly coming to mind. I shoot my eyes open. Nothing as expected.

After i shower i dry off wrapping my towel around my freezing body walking back into my room where matt layed on my bed.

I hadn't noticed but my face was pale and i looked as if i had just seen a ghost.

"Woah.. hey ma are you okay?.." matt asks worridly getting up and coming toward my frozen still body.

"i-uh.. yeah? why?" I say as quick as i can

"you look like you just saw a ghost baby." He says worridley

Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Spirits. Haunted. Tour.

"Wha-oh yeah..no im fine!" I say clearing out of my thoughts.

"o..okay." he says suspiciously

I go to get ready wearing White jeans,my brown fresh love hoodie,and my brown dunks. I put on some jewlery,do my hair and my makeup before matt and i head to his house so he can get ready.

3:37 P.M

We arrive at the triplets house heading up to matts room while he steps in the bathroom to shower i go into chris' room since Nick was at madis house.

I get to Chris' door and knock three times before hearing chris say

"come in!"

I walk into his room, hes playing fortnite with one ear out of his headset looking at who just walked in his door.

"Oh wsg twinn" He says looking back at his P.c

"Nothing just waiting for matt to come out the shower" i say plopping down on his bed getting on my phone to maybe ease my nerves.

4:32

Matt walks into chris' room wearing an outfit that matches mine. A brown T-shirt,a white long sleeve under,and white jeans.

"Hey Chris." he says going up to dap up his brother before coming up to me

"Hey baby, you ready?" He asks standing at the side of the bed

"Y..Yeah" I say hesitantly.

"Where are you guys going?" Chris asks

"Some haunted hotel she wanted to visit." Matt replies

"What hotel dude I heard about this crazy haunted one called like the Driskill hotel or sumn. heard that shits scary" Chris says

My heart sunk and the color from my face probably disappeared.

"Oh yeah thats the one" Matt says

"Damn. Good luck" Chris chuckled.

"Shut the fuck up loser, C'mon ma" He says

5:00

We get into the car driving to the place which is an hour away from us.

Matts driving with one hand as his other hand holds mine. Im zoned out. Its quiet.My legs bouncing.

"Alright sweetheart theres clearly something bothering you. what is it?" Matt says bringing me back to reality.

"What? No..Im fine. Just.. a little nervous about this..you know." I say nervously chuckling

"Its okay ma. You'll be fine, I'll be with you the whole time okay?" He says reassuringly squeezing my hand.

"Okay.." I reply.

We arrive to the area at 6:00pm having an hour left before our tour starts.

"Hey baby wanna go get food? we still have an hour left." Matt says in a soft tone stopping at a red light.

"Yeah." i mumble.

we decided to get fast food considering we only had an hour left so we didnt have many options.

6:52pm

We had finished eating and talking which had calmed my nerves down a little but i was still scared. i had been in my thoughts so long that i didnt even realize we were here or matt calling my name.

"Y/nnn? hellooo?" matt says stretching out his words.

"Oh-uh Yeah? sorry" i reply quickly

"We're here mama" He says exiting the car going around to open my door

"c'mon princess" He says opening my door and grabbing my hand leading me out the car.

We walk into the hotel the chills run down my spine as if all warm air turned into frozen air. I could almost feel the color of my skin drop from how scared i was.

our tour guide walks up to us greeting us before showing me and matt around. I made sure to stay by matts side the whole time holding his hand,arm,shoulders touching, just anything. i didnt want to lose him from my sight nor did i want myself lost from his.

As we walk around to the 5th floor of the hotel i saw a figure run by the hall causing me to ghasp and let out a small shout.

"SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT?" I ghasp, my heart racing 50 miles a second.

"Woah woah baby what was what?" Matt says moving his arm to the small of my back making me turn into him going into his chest wrapping his arms around me.

"There was- I saw something!" I manage

"This is the most haunted floor honey so you might have." the tour guide says.

"c'mon baby its okay i got you okay?" Matt says wrapping his arm around my waist puling me close to him.

We had walked for about an hour now going around the whole hotel before the tour guide speaks up.

"These elevators are known to malfunction al the time but there is one thing we always do on tours and that is have our guest play the Elevator Game." she says

"Oh whats that?" matt says with ease

"its known that if you enter an elevator and say 'take me to another world' then press a series of buttons in a certain order then on the last floor before the lobby a spirit enters the elevator with you and instead of the elevator going back down to the lobby it will go up into another world." she explains.

"you want to sweetheart?" matt asks me.

"y-yeah" i said hesitant.

"alright then! so your gonna press the numbers in this order which is 2,6,8,2,5 then back to lobby okay?" our guide says.

"mhm" me an matt say in unision.

I was terrified but im the one who wanted to do this and i didnt want to ruin the fun. Me and matt had stepped into the elevator before matt had spoken the words "please take me to another worls, i may regret saying that but whatever" he says before pressing the button 2.

I had been shaking and biting my nails and matt had clearly noticed.

"Okay princess whats up?" He asks me pulling me to a distance putting both his hand on my hips.

"Its embarrassing but im scared matt." i say to him shyly

"oh mama its okay" he says pulling me into his chest kissing my head "watch honey we're gonna go back to the lobby and go home after" he says comforting me.

"okay baby thank you..sorry too" i reply

"No y/n/n dont be its okay ma" he says holding us chest to chest.

After we had done all level we pressed the lobby button hoping that it would actually go to lobby which it did calming all my nerves knowing we were finally leaving.

Once we get back from the elevator we thank out tour guide and walk to the car getting in.

"You okay mama?" matt asks putting his hand on my thigh rubbing his thumb ever so lightyly on it.

"yeah love thank you" i smile at him as he turns the car on and drives home.

"i love you Matt" I say

"I love you too pretty girl."

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #ghostbusters #ghost #sam and colby #sturniolo fluff #fluff #comfort #cute #birthday

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spidey-bie · 10 months

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RANTING ABOUT HOBIE IN UR ASKS AGAIN

omg can you imagine mornings with him though

waking up either in his arms or with him in your arms

I feel like he'd love falling asleep in your arms cuz ur so warm and he'd just like cuddle up also he'd probably be a sucker for the smell of hot chocolate or cinnamon or something sweet so if you smell like that he'll just bury his face in your neck or something and fall asleep

and in the mornings you'd probably end up on the floor cuz bro's pushed you off the bed in his sleep

his 6'3 ass needs the entire bed to be comfortable like he'll just stretch himself out like a lanky cat and take up as much space as possible

he probably doesn't use a blanket though I mean I don't see him cuddling up in a blanket he seems like the type to start off by cuddling with someone and end up completely spread out like a starfish face flat in the pillow

he moves so much in his sleep his bonnet probably falls off (idk how bonnets work so if this doesnt make sense correct me) and he'll somehow find it on the floor or under the bed cuz it just flew off with how much he was tumbling around in the night

hes also not a heavy sleeper unless you're around. usually he'll sleep fairly lightly and only for a couple hours at a time but when you're around he feels safe enough to fall into the deepest sleep you've ever seen to the point where you check his pulse a couple times to make sure hes still alive

his voice would be hella deep and he'd have those sleepy eyes

definitely the type to hold you down even if you have work or something

mf would be like "just one more minute" and he'd just fall asleep for another hour with a death grip hold on you not letting you go

you simply succumb to his grasp

I find this first part incredibly funny because I have low iron so I'm always cold. So me and Hobie are just gon be cold together 💀

We got the best heating blankets on the market tho. Probably made some of those homemade heating packs out of old socks and rice too.

He most definitely can't sit still in his sleep for nothing and I stand by that (he just like me fr 😔)

Bonnets almost never stay on unfortunately. Unless you go those good ones that have the strings that you tie around your head or at least the ones with the thick elastic that are kinda like a headband (I miss her. I lost her. I need to go buy another bonnet like that 😭)

Hobie probably has a huge bonnet with the ties or at least some satin/silk pillowcases (Hold up actually let's discuss y'all think he wraps his head in a scarf and then a bonnet, just a bonnet, or just a scarf?)

Also matching bonnets 🥰

The sleep done took him so far that you think he dead 😭

Y'all are real nice because I'd be laying there kicking him and screaming for hime to get up or wiggling around looking for my spray bottle that I hid in his bed for this situation. Like I got things to do. You can stay in bed but I ain't staying with you. 😂

(I'd give him 5 minutes but after that I gotta go)

#it's one in the morning #but what am i doing #not sleeping #🥹#anyways #hobie x reader #jay webs words #I truly would not go wake that nigga up either #if he needs to be up at a certain time that's on him and his alarm clocks #hobie brown

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ifidiedinadream · 10 months

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Did you say Olli reader inserts?? 👀

I don't really have a specific request unfortunately... But maybe something that becomes unexpectedly sensual? Like idk. Maybe some sort of fwb or just a one time thing because they both need distraction and they aren't in love or anything but suddenly they are there on this bed/sofa (something comfortable 😌), caught in a deep, lingering kiss, holding onto each other and it's just...yeah. This little "cursive oh moment"™. So the focus kinda drifts away from just searching for pleasure to something...deeper? Idk

Do with this what you will, my mind was jsut suddenly spitting out thoughts and pictures 🥰✨

hello anon! hope you like it 🖤🖤

also on ao3

You spill the coffee onto Olli's living room rug.

The original plan was to sip on it while working on your project on your laptop (you don't work serenely at home and Olli is generous enough to let you stay at his place when the deadline's close), and now you're thankful it didn't land on the keyboard, but you're still fucking jittery. How fucking stupid can you be?

"Shit, sorry," you say when Olli's eyes flicker up from his bass to look at you. He puts his headphones away. The cup clicks on the table when you lay it on its surface with maybe a little too much force.

"It's fine, don't worry, I needed to wash that rug anyway."

Olli rests the bass by the couch and steps closer to you. You don't meet his gaze. Only when he gently grabs your hand do you notice they've been trembling.

"You're on edge," Olli remarks, "maybe coffee wasn't a great idea to begin with."

You chew at the inside of your cheeks. "I know. I need to finish this, though."

You turn to look at the laptop. On the screen is a project that's only halfway done and your heart clenches. You need to hurry the fuck up.

You slide your hand away from Olli's grip and sit in front of the computer. Olli's peaceful presence is still behind your back, though, closer now, and before you can even type a word, his hands are on your shoulders.

"I think you need to let go of some of that tension."

You're about to retort but Olli's slow touch, the way it's almost a massage on your stiff shoulders and back of your neck, forces you to take a deep breath and hesitate for a moment.

"You're full of pent up energy..." he continues in that low voice that always startles the butterflies in your stomach. "Maybe we could channel it elsewhere."

You don't answer immediately, focusing on his caresses instead; he's right, you're anxious and irritable, and you won't get much work done like this no matter how hard you try. And you're at your friend with benefits' place after all, so why not take advantage of it?

"You know what, Olli," you say, voice way softer than it was just moments ago, "I think I could use your help."

"That's right."

Olli's hands slide down, from your shoulders and neck to the front of your chest, until they find your breasts. He fondles and squeezes gently, making your eyes roll back. Your whole body awakens and you grab Olli's hands to push them harder into your tits, wordlessly asking him to be rougher. You know Olli likes taking his sweet time, and his sensuality is what drew you to him in the first place, but now you need to be fucked senseless.

"I need more."

Olli only snorts and stops touching you. He walks over to the couch and you follow him, hoping he'll be merciful tonight and give you what you need with little to no bullshit.

"Woah, baby, where does this desperation come from?" Olli asks when you promptly sit in his lap and grind into his crotch.

"Well, you suggested sex, turns out it's exactly what I need," you explain, "so now you're gonna give it to me."

Olli chuckles. He grabs your hips firmly.

"Kiss me first?"

"Fuck kisses, let me sit on your cock."

The look Olli responds with is so intense it takes you aback. You were expecting a laugh, a moan, a roll of his hips or something - definitely not big blue eyes with the slightest frown, staring up at you like you just broke his heart. The grip on your hips loosens. What is it about? He's not your boyfriend - it's just sex. Then why does he look hurt?

His face softens after a moment. "You know that's not how I fuck."

"I know," you say, "but it's how I need it."

"I wanna give you what you want." Olli moves closer to your chest, resting his head on it for a second as if to hear your heartbeat, then his lips find the skin of your neck and start teasing. "I'll give it to you. I just want a kiss first."

Okay, fine, you won't deny him a kiss. He's lucky he has such a sexy, kissable face, so you hardly mind. You smile, finally convinced, and his face lights up. It's a lovely sight and it makes you want to hold him close, card your hand through his curls and kiss his forehead.

No, the fuck. Why would I want to hold my fuck buddy like that?

Then you kiss Olli or Olli kisses you, you can't really tell, and you really want to shove your tongue down his throat because you need him oh so much, but you don't find the same kind of energy on Olli's part. His tongue is slow, gentle, just like his hands and voice have been, so you indulge his movements, caressing his mouth with a soft tongue. He's warm and tastes so good and the hands on your hips slide up under your hoodie, touching skin. Suddenly you find out you can't get enough of this kiss. Suddenly you find out sex can come later.

Well, shit.

When you part, Olli is looking at you with an earnest gaze. His eyes are stern, careful, like he's trying to understand something. You smooth out the lines in his forehead with two fingers and his features relax, and that's when you kiss him again, with the intent of savoring him right from the start this time.

Even though the kiss sends electricity down your body, turning on your gut and making you drip, the fuzzy feeling in your chest is prevalent and you're no longer in a hurry - all the anxiety and irritability from earlier have vanished, and the lust has turned into something... different. Having Olli so close to you is heaven, and maybe even sex couldn't make this moment feel any better. If you were to die now, in Olli's arms, kissing him deeply, it would be alright. Maybe.

Maybe.

"This is better than rough, wild sex, isn't it?"

"With you, yeah, it is."

Olli's cheeks and nose turn a lovely shade of pink. You lean in to kiss the blush right under his left eye.

"Maybe we should... make love?"

Your breath hitches. Make love? Is this what it is? Wasn't love the one thing you and Olli said you'd stay away from? How has it come to this?

You take a deep breath, because making love is exactly what you want now, what you need, and resisting it would be useless, stupid even - telling yourself lies never got you far. And why deny something that feels so damn good anyway?

"Yeah, maybe we should."

After another kiss and a kind smile from Olli, you take each other's clothes off, slowly and touching every new strip of skin you uncover like it was the first time.

Somehow, it does feel like the first time.

Olli ends up on top of you, your bodies flush together, his warmth so pleasant. You grab the back of his head to pull him closer to you, in the crook of your neck, and his breath is hot against your skin. His hair is soft when it curls around your fingers.

"You've never looked this beautiful," Olli whispers against your neck, and you kind of know what he's talking about. Olli's always been gorgeous, but tonight he shines of his own light.

"I need you," you say, wrapping your legs around the small of his back. Olli lifts his face and looks at you with the most profound stare. You feel naked, vulnerable, but it's wonderful and you look back into his eyes when he finally penetrates you, his expression faltering for a moment, the weakest sigh escaping your lips.

He starts off slowly. Your body relaxes completely, basking in the feeling of fullness, in his warmth all around you. You keep holding him close, your hand in his curls, the other between his shoulder blades where his skin is so soft. His throat emits the sweetest baritone grunts and your ankles slide higher on his back, changing the angle just a bit.

The pleasure intensifies. You moan and Olli gets the hint, pushing into you faster. Once again he raises his head to look at you, and this time you can't help but express your awe.

"Shit, baby, you're so -" a moan cuts you off, "you're handsome. This is so good."

Invigorated by the praise, groaning, Olli picks up his pace, hand coming to cup the side of your face tenderly, a stark contrast to the movements of his hips. Soon he rests his lips on your other cheek, leaving dry kisses there, or trying to, anyway; by now the pleasure and the fluffy feeling in your chest from all the care and attention have grown, and it only takes you a few more thrusts to come undone, moaning loudly and pulling him even closer to you. Your body convulses, writhes, and Olli only holds you tighter, thrusting inside you, sweating.

When he comes some time later, your breathing is still ragged, and he kisses you on the cheek, then on the corner of your mouth, then on your lips.

"I think I like it better this way," you say after a moment. Olli smiles sweetly, looks down, and by the time he's looking at you again his smile has infected you. You kiss once more.

"Yeah," he says, "I like this better too."

#my writing #blind channel fanfiction #blind channel fanfic #rpf #blind channel rpf #blind channel imagines #olli matela x reader

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bojackandherb · 4 months

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Gina

Oh yeah this was from when I told people to ask about my opinions on bjhm characters, right?

Anyway, I liked her :)

The way her dream of singing/theater fell apart made me so sad. But also kinda frustrates me, like, girl, you had one bad audition. The problem I think is she kind of gave up on her dreams too quickly. I think she like. Had always longed to be in theater but didn’t think she could do it. So she went into a different type of acting but like. Sure she sang for fun but I don’t think she ever got voice lessons or anything. So like.

She wasn’t a terrible singer, she has potential, she just could have benefited from more vocal training and such. But the fact she never truly believed she could do it to begin with means she didn’t actually truly work towards it, and when she finally did get an actual opportunity due to Bojack she just. Gave up right away when things didn’t go well on her first try. So it’s very sad but also very frustrating because it’s like nooooo girl it doesn’t have to be this way! Honestly maybe she’s benefit from learning about the growth mindset…

But also like, her giving up so quickly makes sense because like. She had such bad luck in Hollywood for so long that she decided that like. Not caring about stuff and giving up up things quickly and having zero expectations was the way to go to avoid getting hurt. But while those mindsets potentially protected her, they’re also just like, not great mindsets to have overall.

Tbh her and Bojack like, never really seemed like much of a couple to me, it kinda seemed they were both lonely and mainly just needed a friend, and honestly they seemed more just like friends to me for most of their relationship. I like them way better as friends than as a couple, but they did have a few genuinely sweet moments together. Which just makes what happens at the end up of Showstopper all the nore heart wrenching.

Under her cynicism she has a sweet and dorky side that Bojack is surprisingly able to bring out… well, him and the success of the show.

Tbh they never really made sense as a couple to me. Like there’s not really any spark between them, and. The only time they act like an actual couple is the beginning of the showstopper, and like. A lot of the development for their relationship going from “casual friends who tease each other and also bang (but the banging is pretty much just because they’re both lonely and don’t have anything better to do)” to “actual couple” happens offscreen. Like, he accidentally gives Gina the idea that he really does want to date her when he and hollyhock sneak into her house to try to find drugs. And then after he crashes his car she apparently visits him a lot in the hospital and then their relationship actually blossoms into an actual romance I guess. Apparently. But we don’t really see any of it, there’s the time skip and then it’s like “oh they’ve been dating for months now.” Anyway idk how much the show actually wanted us to ship them anyways.

In the end Gina and Bojack’s relationship was just a plot point the writers used to get Bojack to a low enough point that he had no choice but to get help and go to rehab. Now that I think about it the way the show used her might’ve been kinda crappy. But idk

However it was pretty neat how the show explored “people who don’t want to come forward about the abuse/trauma they dealt with in Hollywood and how for some coming forward about it might actually do harm than good” through her.

Her season 6 scenes made me sad… glad she was able to get a part in Kelsey’s movie, though! (Based off of posters we see in the background)

Anyway.

There’s more I could talk about but asjkndkandkwnsman idk how to articulate my thoughts and I’ve already rambled a lot haha

Anyway. Gina is a sweetheart who deserved better

#bojack horseman #bjhm #gina cazador #thanks for the ask!

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 2 years

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If only we could spend more time together

Our beloved creator

Part 3 :D

(Little warning

I used characters who i have high/low Friendship bonds with. Also im pretty sure i made some spelling mistakes wich im srry for. English is NOT my first language)

You can barely open your eyes. When you do, you find yourself surrounded by aranara's and ofcourse, Nahida. "Hello creator" she says in her sweet child voice. "Please call me Y/n, i cant bare hearing that title". She looks a bit suprised but nods her head anyways. "But you said something about rivalry between the people?" You ask. She nods. "Yes. If i may ask you to follow me towards 2 people?"

Your mood changed within a second. She was already getting you to put an end on it. To make them fear you? No that couldnt be possible. Right? She must've read your mind bc she answered in a more calm tone "Y/n im talking about Tighnari and cyno. If there would be people absolutely not joining in this little thing it would be them, you dont need to fear them"

So you ended up following her towards them. I mean she was right, if there were people who wouldnt harm you it would be them. Now that you think about it there are more people who wouldnt but right now they are the most useful.

"So you actually got them here"? Cyno asked. "Im glad you trust us" Tighnari said. You were taken by suprise."Collei also seemed to enter the chaos" cyno said. This suprised Tighnari. Wait. Did that mean most of the characters you already had were doing the most damage?! "Most people who had the luck to get into the ritual called "coming home" seem to be the damage dealers" Nahida said. Oh god that sounded familiar. "Oh shit" you mumbled. "Luckily there are not many in sumeru who got into that ritual, so.. Y/n as far as i know you will be safe here" She hesitated when saying your name. You could understand that tho.

"If im not mistaken your here to stop this chaos and leave right?" Tighnari asked. At this moment you didn't know. Life in sumeru seemed nice. Or atleast how you could live in peace. At home you also didn't have that so. "I dont know, but i will think about it all" there was a small smile on Nahida's face. "If im right Mondstadt and Liyue seem to be the worst" She said. "Wait most people of the Knights of favonius and Qixing got into this ritual, so" you said. This could get alot harder then expected.

So you guys spend the next couple of days planning. Thats when it hit you though. THE FRIENDSHIP BONDS! The higher it was the more rebelious they were. Bleh kinda like yandere's. "Well it would be best to stay away from the Qixing for now" you said. There was a confused look on their faces. "Oh god how do i explain this.. ehm the people who got into this ritual and fighted alongside the traveler alot.. might be more of a challenge then people who didn't fight much alongside them, is that understandable??" You said in a nervous tone. They nodded. "So the Qixing fights alongside the traveler alot"? Cyno asked. You nod. "Oh and they might be stronger then normal.. hehe" thinking back to your lvl 90 Keqing and lvl 80 Ganyu.

"but then what would be the safest option? The Knights of favonius?" You shake your head at Tighnari's question. U ofcourse had most of the Knights so. If you thought about it Inazuma would seem safer. No Scratch that the shogun is there wich IS already a challenge herself so that would NOT work. "Maybe starting small in sumeru with the people who are like that would be the safest option, and then think about were we head next?" They all nodded their head in agreement.

"I have to go for a little while to take care of someone" Nahida said. And your love for the little man doin the fandango got the best of you. "THE WANDERER?!" you squeked out. Nahida gave a small nod. Oh wait im divine i dont think thats appropriate.. "i didn't mean it like that ehh.. since the Wanderer hates Gods (idk for sure) i dont think he would participate in this bs" You explained. In reality you'd be over the moon to meet the smal man. Nahida seemed to get your point.

So you guys went to scaramouche. Or atleast, you and Nahida. To your suprise, he was awake. And man you had to hold yourself back not to become the gremlin you are and hug him. "The divine creator?" He said in a confused tone. You nodded, a smile appeared on your face. "But please call me Y/n". He looked suprised. Why did it seem like such a crime for people to just call you by your name?? "What are they doing here" he asked. You knew that he wouldnt be very fond of you, and you cant really blame him for it.

"They are here to fix some things and-" oh she didn't know what to say next, oh well better say it yourself then. "And to see you ofcourse' you said with a smile. Why would the crea- Y/n want to see me. He thought. "And i know your not very fond of Gods and to be honest i can understand that. But at the moment it would be nice to have ur help" you explained. Wich only made scara more confused. Why would the creator, god of everything need his help?!

"Listen i can understand this is confusing, but- wait is this the first time your awake again after your fall??!" He nodded. Ohhh so thats why he didn't understand. Nahida explained the situation and all that has happened so far. "So let me get this straight, the archons did NOT see the difference between an imposter and the real god, killed an innocent person, allowed the imposter to Stab the crea- y/n and now they're fighting eachother over the fact that they didn't speak to those who hurt them?" You only nod.

And thats it for part 3

I hope you guys like this part :D

Idk when im starting on the next so this one is longer than expected.

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin tighnari #genshin cyno #genshin nahida #tighnari #cyno #nahida

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non-bee-knees · 8 months

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Alright Sinners,

My ranking of every Hazbin Season 1 Song, (purely based on how much I like them for whatever reason)

Starting With:

16. Welcome To Heaven:

St. Peter pisses me off. Idk if it's his voice or whatever, but he's annoying and unnerving and I hate it. :((((

15. It Starts With Sorry:

This was originally bottom of the list, before i remembered tht Welcome to Heaven exists. I think it's a cute song, sure, but it's just...meh. It's kinda lost when its surrounded by other bangers, and especially when it's preceeded by Stayed Gone - it had no chance. I love Pen, but this isn't it for me

14. Whatever It Takes:

If I had a nickel for every time a musical series had and wasted JAMES MONROE IGLEHART, I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice (the other time is Tangled the Series)

Seriously though, when it's just Carmilla singing, this song is great, it's powerful and passionate. Then Vaggie starts singing. And don't get me wrong, I think Stephanie is a great voice actress and singer, but from the start I just didn't like her as the voice of Vaggie. It seems off to me, and it feels even worse here. Great song, but I think this is a person preference sort of thing bringing it down :(

13. Happy Day In Hell:

Opening song, pretty good. I was planning on using this as a sort of middle ground for the rest of the songs, but once you get into it, it's clear that while it's good, so many other songs are better, sadly. It is such a fun song, and I love the background voices, they're fun. Plus the little tempo change is cute halfway through, I like it a lot. It just doesn't hold up in comparison to the rest of the soundtrack

12. More Than Anything Reprise

Cute little thing right before the end, it's sweet and I'm glad that Charlie and Vaggie are good again. It suffers the same issue as Happy Day in that while it's good, there are other greats. It wins over it because I like the vocals here, and the change in the music from the original More Than Anything is neat.

11. Hell Is Forever:

My friend is very very bummed that I put this one this low. I like this song, but again, there are others I like so much more. Adam is a dick, Alex does a fantastic job voice acting, and I do like the way he emphasises bits like 'pearly gates' its neato. Plus the whole 'guitar solo' bit is fun :))

10. Out for Love:

The first listen, I thought it was meh. As I relistened, it just got better and better. Idk who voices Carmilla but she is FANTASTIC, the mix of the guitar and the heavy beat, and her sining/speaking on beat is good. As well as the bit where the music stops for a second before the second chorus. Fabulous stuff honestly, if being an Overlord doesn't work out for Carmillia she could become a singer instead like holy shit.

Also this is the second Carmilla/Vaggie song... the whole Carmilla was from Heaven theories are looking stronger by the minute

9. Poison:

Shit. Banging song. Blake does such an AMAZING JOB>?!?!?!?! Like holy fuck what a banger. I like this song, the way it's used in the show is brilliant, the ENDING?????? OMG. The bits around "Anyway you want me baby thats the way you got me baby" Are my faves, like those longer notes are so good ffrrrrrrr. I very like this song.

8. Respectless:

GIRLLLLLLL????? VELVETTE?????!!!??!?! OMG BABY GET IT. Vox is my fav V but shit Velvette is such that Bitch fr. This song is so fun, she's so right, and Unpopular Opinion- I think her voice is absolutely perfect for her charcter. Couldn't imagine her without her shitty little british accent. Also Velvette changes clothes every Ep; such a fun detail

7. More Than Anything:

Screaming, kicking my legs, giggling JEREMY JORDAN SBF HIBDBB:VHIBDHF I LOVE HIM HE PUTS HIS WHOLE SOUL INTO EVERYTHING HE DOES AND THIS IS NO DIFFERENT

such a sweet, genuine song, i love hearing them realise that they really love each other and learn about each other, I love the duet at the end, I love charlies solo bit, the fucking "Apple doesn't fall far" sbdfbhhb'bvofvj ADOREEEEEEE Such a cute song FR kisses

6. Finale:

So many elements here that are just *chefs kiss* JEREMY JORDAN I WANT TO KISS YOU. The gang all singing together is just so fucking cute, Vox and Val are Gay and Canon and theyre so cute thinking they're gonna rule Hell T-T - I need to see how Vox reacted to Al not being dead. AND SPEAKING OF: AL's VERSE???? SIRRRR?? ARE YOU OKAY??? mans was loosing it frrr (i also wanna kiss him on the forehead and put him to bed) (Some one pointed out that he doesn't have his staff in the last moments of the song) (also it's cute that he headed back to his radio shack to breakdown, babe really said 'safe space')

5. You Didn't Know:

We all knew this was gonna be this high up, WHAT A BANGER?????? I adore Sera's voice, it's so good, and Lute singing?? get it girl. And we all know the 'Hell is Forever' Reprise is absolute PEAK soooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking good. ANd the end??? ADAM YOURE A CUNT but also Drama ✨✨✨

4. Stayed Gone:

NFBHBH{B@OUFE@OF Alastor and Vox are two of my fav fiction men Types: Suave sassy cunts with way too much power (with fun voice effects for extra Style)

Seriously this song really outlines them so well??? Like Vox is desperate for control, hence the fucking new's cast, and he's erratic and insane, trying his best to make absolutely sure that his viewers stay his viewers, instead of pivoting to Radio. In contrast, Al is still and calm, staying in one place while Vox flicks all over the place through his screens. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE END PART He really went Sicko Mode to bully a man after 7 years of ignoring him, FUck i love Alastor

3. Loser, Baby:

Need more be said? It's Loser, Baby, it has it all. Smooth vocals, fun jazz, cute choreography, a dancable beat, a wonderfully approachable message (my bf got worred that i liked it so much because he thought it was concerning at first, but it's so comforting to be told, 'hey we're all fucked, let's be fucked together 😊'

Blank and Keith work so beautifully together vocally that if we don't get another duet in S.2 imma riot I swear.

also "They're fucking singing???" GOLD

This song put Husk right into my top 3, only for Ep 5 to push him righ to Number 1(*)

2. Hell's Greatest Dad:

JEREMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

JORDANNNNNNNNNN

IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE

'from the big boss of hell himself' FUCK ME (/hj)

Seriously tho, an electrojazz duet between Al and Lucifer was such a gorgeous idea whoever made this song needs a fucking RAISE the differences in their music while they're soloing, only for it to 'clash' when Lucifer brings out the fiddle (yes its a fiddle, not a violin)

(also violin and piano are complimentary intruments, so while its not a violin, it's still neat to know that they still work 'together' as they hate each other)

The end with Mimzy?? Funny, I liked it. I hate mimzy, she's annoying and she's bound to return, but yeah, I liked her interuption as her intro, it's fitting. Also Lucifer's little 'who' at the end makes me giggle.

Ready for This:

D ;bvb'obvrgo#rjhprb#o#RPGNR

I quite like this song. In case you couldn't tell by the way it's No.1. Its a mix of the vocals being FUCKING GORGEOUS, the changes in style as the song goes on 'come on boys hop in the saddle' IMMA KISS ERIKA. Also the way the Cannibals get on board so fast is so funny, their verse is so fun

And don't get me started on ROSIEjf bhfb'au#bf'h[bfb#ru "That's enthusiasm darling" I LOVE HERRRRRRRRR

Her and Al are so sweet, thier little verse at the end is lovely. I think in trying to convince Rosie to trust Charlie, Al accidentally realised how much he cares about her 🤭

You can tell how much I like each song as I slowly loose my sanity as the list goes down 😅

(*) My fave is Husk, the Rosie, then Al, then Vox, then Angel 😊

This is all just my opinons; Please let me know what you agree with, what you disagree with, where you would put each song and why - id love to hear it xxxx

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Heyyyy so idk if you write for male readers, but can you write a Kurama x Male!Reader(if not male then gender neutral at the very least) that takes place during the Dark Tournament Arc and Y/N sees Kurama in his demon form for the first time and is kinda like "OH NO HE'S HOT" and is just kinda panicking because they just KNOW that their face is about as red as a tomato right now and they don't know how to deal.

If you can't do this than feel free to ignore! Have a nice day!!! :D

Helloooo, thanks for the request! also yes I do write for male readers hehehehe~

This will be a oneshot and might be a little long(got carried away oop) but I hope u enjoy!

Also I had to rewatch the ep because I kinda forgot how it went, so I hope this was a little accurate~

Twisted the battle a little to fit the plot/request, hope thats fine :)

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me but belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. This is all fictional work so please try not to take this too seriously :)

WARNING: A little suggestive but its Yoko come on lol

~Yoko Kurama x Male Reader~

Currently it was Kurama vs Ura Urashima.

You were nervous of course, I mean you did have a huge crush on him so it'd be a shame if he died when you haven't confessed to him yet-

Yea...you definitely had a morbid way of thinking things.

''I'm sure Kurama's got this!'' Botan said smiling at you, an ''Huh?'' was all you responded and Botan spoke again ''I know you've got a BIG crush on him-'' Before you could let her finish her sentence you threw your hands on her mouth, shutting her up.

''Botann!'' You whisper-yell at her, glaring. ''Hehehehe~'' She just giggled and you just pulled your hands back focusing on the fight.

As soon as your gaze felt to the stadium you were shocked to see Kurama laying on the ground...in pain

Suddenly lots of smoke surrounded the stadium and you(and everyone else) couldn't see inside...

Now you were actually starting to worry.....

''K-Kurama....'' You whisper out his name and suddenly you felt a hug wave of powerful demon energy from the stadium....

'This energy...is it Kurama's or? No...it can't be...' You knew about Kurama's secret...

About him being a famous fox demon named 'Yoko'

But you haven't seen his demon form yet.

Until now

You heard a yell from the stadium and when the all the smoke subsided, you saw a low level demon dead.

Your eyes darted to the other side of the stadium and you swore that your heart skipped a beat...

There he stood in all his glory, beautiful sliver hair, ears and tail. Yea that guy was definitely the Shuichi you know, well his Yoko now-

''Beautiful...'' You couldn't help but whisper out, it seem like the demon fox heard you because he looked straight at you with a slight smirk present on his face.

You blush and excuse yourself to Botan and the other girls.

''Wait where you going!?'' Botan yelled through the crowd, ''J-Just gonna get some fresh air!'' You yell back at her pushing through the crowd, all the while trying to hide your red face.

Botan huffed and went back to Shizuru, Yukina and Keiko

''Hm...his probably flustered seeing Kurama's demon form'' Shizuru said smirking a bit.

''Oh I knew he loved Kurama!'' Botan yelled happily. All the while Keiko and Yukina were just a tad confused.

Back to you, you were now inside of your teams locker room, and you were hiding your face in your hands while thinking of ways to calm your beating heart down, when suddenly the door opened.

You looked by the door and widened your eyes with panic, there was Yoko standing there proudly and....smirking?

This man does things to you....

''Y-Yoko! Ah...are you injured?'' You ask the fox demon standing from the bench you were sitting on.

''Barely'' He responded, god his voice was as sweet as honey and deep as chocolate....he was so hot..his ams look so strong-

''Hm...do you like staring at me?'' You heard him say as you broke you gaze from his arms.

''S-Sorry....'' You mumbled out still looking away from him, ''You know...I don't know what Shuichi saw in you that he was smitten by you..'' Yoko said as he walked closer to you.

Your eyes widened in shocked at this and you looked at him with a blush, ''W-What...?'' You ask unsure of what to respond.

Yoko chuckled and rest his hand on the wall beside you, successfully trapping you in his gaze, looking at you with something present in his eyes you can't quite understand.

Yoko then chuckled and started to speak again ''Now I know why he was so smitten by you...'' He said with a smirk.

You at him confused yet flustered as he spoke again ''Your beautiful for a guy...'' He said grabbing your chin.

You were at a lost for words and very much red faced by now, you never expected your long time crush(Well now Yoko) likes you...

Oh the things this man makes you feel....

You were broken away from your thoughts as Yoko started leaning more closer at your face.....was he gonna kiss you??

You freeze at the spot as Yoko captured your lips....

Oh my god....

His lips is so soft...you felt like you were on cloud nine right now....

You soon closed your eyes and kissed Yoko back. After a few minutes of kissing, you both soon broke apart and Yoko looked at you with love...

Wait....

''Your gay?'' You suddenly ask with a curious face on, Yoko laughed at that and said ''Well...only Shuichi can answer that...but..I like you so isn't that enough?'' He said with a smile.

''I guess...'' You mumble out, Yoko smiled again and stepped away from you speaking once again ''I'll see you sometime again my treasure~'' He said and suddenly smoke filled the locket room.

You coughed out ad cleared the smoke away calling out Yoko's name multiple times. ''I'm afraid Yoko's time has expire'' You heard a familiar voice say.

Your Vision soon cleared out and you saw Shuichi in all his glory smiling at you. ''Y-Your back!'' You yell happily.

He chuckled and held your hands looking at you lovingly, ''I apologize for not confessing sooner...I wanted to wait for the right time until Yoko took control of course...'' He said with a sigh.

You just smile and held his hands tighter, ''Its fine...I'm just happy to know you like me ahahahaha...'' You say with a laugh.

''Then...would you accept me as your boyfriend, and you as my boyfriend?'' He asked the question you were waiting for.

You smiled happily and hugged him tightly while yelling lots yeses~

You soon let go of him and you both walked back to the arena, ''I promise after this tournament I'll take you on a proper date'' Shuichi said with a smile.

You smile back him and kissed him on the cheek.....

''I'll be waiting then''

Meanwhile the others:

''Whats taking Kurama so long? We have a tournament to win!'' Kuwabara yelled angrily, Botan heard this(Somehow) and yelled from the crowd.

''LET KURAMA AND Y/N TAKE THEIR TIME!'' She yelled making the girls(Expect Shizuru) sweat drop at this..

Lots of teasing from Botan is waiting for you Y/n~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Done!~

I am so sorry that this took so long, finals and personal life things has been pretty rough with me, but I hope that you enjoyed this and thank you for being patient with me and thanks for the wonderful request :)

Bye and see you at my next post!~

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

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lyopichiisai · 6 months

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As the Iron Heart

NOTES: I've been playing a DnD campaign for the last 3 years, this is my fica about my character backstory and situations that were left... for the imagination. Dnd usually is a way to cope with my stresses. So I had 2 options, develop maladaptive daydreaming, or imagining and writing fics, now we get this :D

[P.S sorry if english bad, me no english good sometimes]

Rated: Mature, maybe, idk, 16+ just to be sure

TW: trauma, loss, child death (kinda descriptive), grief, some descriptions of blood and wounds, be aware!

Ch 1. Wounded Friend

"Aida..?" A male voice calls. Its a deep voice, strangely sweet for how low it goes. Sunddenly a warm touch on the shoulder. "Aida, are you good?". It calls again.

It's a friendly touch, only the tips of large fingers, as if it was afraid of the proximity with her shoulder.

Only one of her eyes opens, a mossy green iris reflecting the cold sky, her left eye is covered by a thin piece of cloth wrapped around her head, the cotton fabric has been dazzled with medical oils. That's not the first time she senses these aromas. They were a common fragance through her lessons in herbology. Her Ma made sure to teach her every little detail about it. "Magic can heal, yes, but treating an infection or desease in traditional ways are necessary in such a small village. We don't have many healers, it takes one undead's bite to stop someone from recovering magically". Aida heard this lesson at thirteen years old.

She tries to sit up and Marshall got her back, her head still spins and the deep cuts on her face keep pulsating painfully.

"What.. where are the others?" She says, her voice is fragile. "Marshall, are they-"

"They are alright. Don't worry" he responds fast, then a quiet laugh. "You try acting all tough, but as soon as your patrol goes wrong, you ask for the others before looking at yourself. You should respect your limits more." He crosses his arms on hid chest.

"For real? You'll give me fucking life advises right now?" A sarcastic breath comes out. "You're unbelievable, Marsh."

He caress her back as she holds the bedsheets a little tighter. She knows she fucked up this time. She looks back at the male figure next to her. A human male with a full dark-brown beard, an earring on the right ear, shaved head. Dark circles around his eyes, probably from taking care of the village affairs.

"Joy was caring you back, you know?"

"I didn't asked to be brought back, did I?" Marshall looks at her, ready to ask if she feels better.

"Don't." Her tone is agressive, but he knows her too well to know why. "Just leave me here a while, with my sad ass and my regrets and.... fuck" tears are rolling down her cheeks, but she is inconsolable. Without Elryn and Brie, it was hard to do anything about her, really.

"You want to talk about-"

"I said don't" her tone is firm while interrupting him. She looks back at her hands, her vision blurried from the tears. "It was that bad..?" She holds the bedsheets once more, looking now through the window, seeing her reflection.

She also has dark circles, but for a different reasons. Living on a small village next to the montains can be dangerous, so everyone has a role in taking care of Ick Mak, but Aida took things a step too far. She lost control over her patrols, getting to the forest way more then it was recommended. Foul creatures lured on those woods, Crimson marked ones. One bite or scratch can turn you into a monster. Call it a curse, a disease, or a punishment, it was a death sentence. It was what took Brie from her. A small, crystal like wound that never heals. It gives an intoxicating fever and a rough pain throughout the body.

The crimson Mark.

Aida still remember the smell. Burned flesh mixed with a nausiating blood scent. "It" was not her daughter. Not her precious little Ladybug, not her moon and stars. It wasn't Brie, it couldn't. She was fine, she didn't get a scratch or a bite, how did it happened? How? She wasn't there when Brie was forced to stay in the house, well aware of jer fate. It's all her fault.

"Your mother did a fine job with the surture, if that's what you want to ask. Tho it will be a large scar." He knows she can take the news about her disfigured face.

"It came from the old mine, used to be a montain lion, large mark on its back, probably level 2 infection." Her tone is professional now, the analysis of a specialist that dedicated years of patrols to identify and kill these beasts. Her favorite prey, as if killing one by one would vengence her late daughter.

He sighs, there she is, this version that can only talk in ranger language. The one shifting her feeling for a hunt, for revange.

"We'll keep an eye out, it might be close still." He gives her shoulder a thigh squeeze. "You better get your ass better before even thinking about it"

"Even if I wanted to, you, Joy and Dhalia would probably stop me anyway, bunch of pebbles in my shoes" as snarky as she sounds, he knows its just a deflection.

If it was any one of them getting as badly hurt as she got, Aida would've been carrying them across the contient to save them. She made a promise after all.

Elryn was her promise, her late husband. Marshall was Brie's blessed guardian if, heavens forbid, something happened to her parents. Elryn's death was Aida's promise, Ick Mak would remain intact, it would grow and prosper as long as Aida could be responsible for it, sharing its tasks with her folks and friends alike.

She still takes care of her home, in a distant and self deprecating way, but deep down she couldn't stop carrying about Ick Mak.

As the silence settled between them, Aida looks back at Marshall, face still swollen from tears and the new wound she got. From how much she was hurt in body and soul, she kept a subtle smile, deep down, even if it looked like she wanted to die or didn't care for herself, she was glad to be breathing. Even if it stings her lungs to remember the pain of loosing, she wanted to be there.

"I'll get some sleep, can you give our little green guy a 'thank you' kiss?" Looking at her thay way, for a second, Marshall saw the old Aida. His best friend's wife, his partner in drink and games. The way she played with her words to make everyone unconfortably laugh with cheeks burning from her direct and even flirtatious tone.

"Maybe you could return the favor, with a beer at the Sleeping Oak"

"Sure, then I'll give him a kissy kissy from saving the damsel in distress" she laughs.

"Don't you mean rag in distress" he laughs back.

"Pardon my Elvish, but pukta nornye" She smiles faking being offended.

As he stands up from the chair next to the bed, he wraps his arm next to her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"We are glad you're here."

Her lips curls on a subtle smile, it's an akward one. She is and is not happy at the same time. To live in constant pain is a kind of hell on itself. Marshall waves her a quick goodbye before closing the door on the infermary room of Aida's house.

Her chest feels heavy again, being alone and quiet is an open invitation for her mind to linger deeper into her sorrow.

Voices call her out for her faults, the blame is umberable. A deep breath and her cold persona comes back.

She stands up, her head spins with the sudden motion. She gets a mirror next to the medical cabinet. Untying her bandages, Aida takes a close look at the looking glass. Her dark circles seems bigger and more tired than she remembered, her mossy green eye takes notice of its pair, closed and badly bruised. Her skin is colored with a sickned red from the bottom of her jaw, going on a diagonal, passing on her nose bridge to her forehead getting really close to her right eyebrow, spliting in an Y shape from the cheek to her left eyebrow. How lucky, her left eye is swollen shut, but she can see the light through her eyelids.

The other scar running through her lips is long, but it didn't got swollen or form a keloid. It's just a red line across her smile. a present gifted by the wild animal. Her eye was way worst in comparison.

A mess. A lost kid in the woods, trying to hunt when clearly she was the prey. She remembers bits and pieces, after getting the creature to backoff using a thorn growth spell, two of the other rangers in patrol saw her almost passing out near the south river. Joy quickly meet her and carried her, she was so small compared to him, a 6.8ft half-orc with dark green skin, large thusks going over his top lip, brown eyes, a full dark, almost black beard and pointy ears.

She can't figure out what he whispered to her, but she was sure it was a worried pray for the gods. He's embrace was strong and fearful, he didn't want to see her loose herself like that, not by this level of self destruction.

"I'm here" she whispers, recolecting the words of that big half-orc, remembering how sad Joy got seeing her, his friend, badly injuried.

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thanks if you read it!

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years

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please continue the algophobic villain one with the sadistic hero!! it was so good!!

Aw thank you Anon! I’m sorry it’s kinda short, motivation has been kinda low lately, and I’m trying not to force myself to write, but still maintain somewhat of a schedule lol. Also I’m not sure if this really fits the previous part, but when I started typing this is what happened so Meh

Cw: noncon/kinda con touching (not sexual), whipping, torture, knives, blood, partial nudity (non sexual), villain is just all sorts of broken rn idk what else to put. Not really descriptive, but kinda gore? Sadistic whumper

A soft smile played across Hero’s lips. Not a smirk, nor a grin, but a genuine smile, such as like one would bear upon the joy of receiving a small gift. They looked happy, the calm sort that brought along an air of tranquility. And despite the cold tension of the room, that is just what it seemed to do, settling like a blanket over the quiet whimpers and cries.

“Hush, sweet thing, you’re alright.” Hero’s voice was sickeningly sweet, thick as syrup, seeping through the haze of Villain’s mind. The only response they were given was a pained wheeze, they could hear the breath catch against the blood and the saliva that coated Villain’s throat. A single sound, so descriptive, painting a beautiful picture in Hero’s mind of fractured ribs and punctured lungs that for a moment all they could do was sigh longingly at the thought. Their fingers itched to return to a blade, a hammer, a crop, images of all the pain they could inflict in just a matter of moments flooding their conscious, but they held back. Gently raking their fingers through Villain’s sweat drenched, matted hair. The temptation to simply grab a fistful of those dirty, tangled locks and just tug begged for them to submit, but Hero only let them play for a moment, before pushing them to a far corner of their thoughts. They had already done enough for today, more than enough. Between the threat of bleeding out, and the growing risk of infection for every moment they neglected cleaning the wounds, hero knew well enough that any further damage inflicted, Villain’s chances of a quick recovery would be quite slim.

And they really didn’t want to break their toy on the first play. What use would that be? A faint twitch of regret told them that they should have stopped long before the point they did, that they should have controlled themself better, but once they had made the first true cut, they had been simply intoxicated by the screams. The way Villain sobbed, how they so quickly broke in to begging and whimpered pleads. Like a trance, it had captured their mind in a single moment, and they had been so lost within the beautiful splatters of red until they found themself standing over Villain’s utterly broken looking figure, the tail of a whip curled around their closed fist.

Now, Hero knew they ought to get up. To get Villain cleaned and taken care of. Pamper them for a day or two before they would be strong enough to withstand another session, where hero would certainly be able to control themself better. But when they had crouched to the ground, gathered Villain into their arms with the intention to carry them to a regular cell to get them patched up, the way Villain had simply melted into their touch had made them falter.

That’s how they found themself now, sitting on the cold tiled floor with their back against the wall, cradling Villain’s body against their own. Blood soaked through their uniform, smeared against their skin but Hero didn’t care. Their fingers worked through Villain’s hair with a sort of gentleness that the person they were half an hour before could never have mustered, combing tenderly through the sweat and the knots without a care. Many times had they tried to move, but for each Villain would tense up and whimper, and Hero broke once more, allowing for another few moments of comfort.

A thread of guilt pricked Hero’s chest as they looked down at Villain. They had spent so long taking in every one of their injuries, had summoned every last bit of self control they possessed to keep every cut perfect, intentional. Hero had known they were fragile, weak, yet they hd still let themself get carried away.

Looking across Villain’s back, however, those regrets quickly faded. Deep gashes crossed their back in a neat grid, Hero had spent so many hours, days practicing to get their strikes just right. A whip could be wild, difficult for an inexperienced hand to control. Hero, however, they were far from inexperienced. With a flick of their wrist, they sent the braided leather tail splitting a perfect line through their skin.

The backs of their thighs, knees, calves decorated with similar markings, though slightly more disorganized. Villain had been moving more, then, the fabric of their pants getting in the way of the perfect strokes Hero was notorious for. They were merciful enough to let Villain keep their remaining decency in that area, quickly moving on to their much easier to access back. After a while, they had stopped trying to squirm away, which made things much easier on Hero’s behalf.

“Come on, pet, we must get going. I have other things to do today, and we still need to get you patched up-”

Villain’s fists tightened against Hero’s shirt, voice catching in some mix between a whimper and a protest. Hero wasn’t sure if Villain was aware at this point, they were certain they would not be consciously acting this way, but it was too adorable for Hero to disrupt. They stroked Villain’s hair, their breath releasing in a sigh despite the way their eyes crinkled.

Their meetings could wait for now, hero told themself, shifting slightly to try and get comfortable against the hard floor. They could at the very least hold off on moving until Villain fell asleep. Call it an amend for the unplanned damage they inflicted.

After all, they weren’t sure they would ever be able to reduce Villain to this state of vulnerability, to this sensitivity and desperate affection. They should enjoy it while it was there.

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black-mambaaaa · 1 year

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Rating the Songs of the Big Time Rush 'Another Life's Album.

Can't Get Enough

Chef's kiss

It's got like this funky kinda retro sound to it that I absolutely adore.

Has big og Big Time Rush vibes

I'm love, the 'ahs' give me chills every time.

9/10

Waves

This first time I heard this song I was blown away

This new sound they have going is so good

I adore their voices

No notes

10/10

I Just Want To (Party All the Time)

Has a very good beat and fun chorus.

They definitely sound like they partying, but not sure they're partying as hard as Party Rock 🤔

It's very catchy

The saxophone part gives me old tv show theme song vibes (maybe I'm thinking full house) and it makes me feel good so I like it.

8/10

Weekends

Okay so I'm biased cause I'm a slit for songs that are bumping but sad

Casually obsessed with this one, but only casually.

The lyrics are really clever and I'm still feeling over 'every word I ate made my stomach ache' well played

The chorus is so good

I feel this song on a deep level because too many similar experiences (platonically of course)

11/10

Work For It

I don't hate it

It's not my favorite though

The beat is very good, but I'm not gonna lie the chorus reminds me of a lot of Maroon 5 songs (not that that's a bad thing I like Maroon 5, fight me)

I could absolutely get down to this song on the dance floor (not the bedroom you weirdo I'm ace 🙄)

7/10

Forget You Now

I love Big Time Rush so much it's hard for me to give them a low ranking.

That being said the beginning of this song reminds me of the beginning of that one song about the body shop (I think it's called unholy or something like that)

The chorus is what grabbed my attention.

You spin my head right round baby right round

It's definitely not my favorite, but they really know how to get vibes going

The part where you hear them kinda echoing 'i can't forget you' is very haunting in the best kind of way

I wish Logan would've gone a little higher on that note he held out, but also idk his range

7/10

Brand New

No words.

This song has put me on the verge of tears (can't actually show weakness and cry 🥲)

It hit me on such a personal level that you could literally hate this song and I'd just 🤷‍♀️

If you hate this one you have no heart.

Holy shit they somehow took their normal love songs and made it HURT.

Their harmonies alone in this song killed me dead

Carlos, Logan, James, and Kendall's voices all blend together so well

I have not stopped listening to this song on repeat and self inflicting that good hurty

14/10

Ask You Tonight

This song is furthest from my liking not gonna lie, but I absolutely will still listen to it

This song is one you'd hear in a Hallmark movie

As a wedding photographer, this is a song people are going to dance to at their weddings

It's still very good

I literally cannot score these bois low

James hitting them notes always sucks me in help

I love that they can go from bumpin to soft and sweet

7/10

Superstitious

Help me

I keep getting a mixture of this one and Weekends stuck in my head

At first I wasn't sure I liked it, but it grew on me and is now in my top 4

The chorus is cute and fun

I too am not superstitious but I could be for those four 😘

It's another soft bop

I'm a slut for that soft electronic pop sound so this song automatically Ranks

They really did pour their magic on me with this one

10/10

Another Life

These boys have really really captured the hurty vibes with this album

The echoing sound it's got echoes in my soul, can you hear it?

Again, this one hit kind of close to home for me

I love how much we hear their individual voices, because they all sing like angels.

No notes

No thoughts head empty (except for this song)

The heart beat at the end was a little jarring at first but it's grown on me

12/10

Sorry if you disagree with my rankings, but if you don't like them, rank them yourself you don't need someone else to tell you how things rank for yourself. Anyways I adore Big Time Rush and have not stopped listening to this album, it has hardcore invaded my brain.

#big time rush #james maslow #carlos penavega #kendall schmidt #logan henderson #btr #another life album #another life

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Thank you so much for posting these chapters. I have no idea what you were talking about when you said we should keep our expectations low. This was absolute perfection and surpassed any expectations I ever had. Rhaena and Beala’s Picknick was so beautifully written, you wrote Beala perfectly and I loved her spontaneous haircut moment which will explain whatever that was that she had on her hair in the last dinner episode. You created such chemistry between them and really brought across the feel of how they have grown estranged yet are still familiar with each other. I loved everything they said about Deamon, that was such an accurate portrayal of his motivations. My favorite part of their dialogue was Rheana roasting the Strong boys like grilled chickpeas like Jesus Christ that was so satisfying to read thank you for including that. On another note their conversation made me cry when they talked about Leana and again, you really understood the assignment. Her letters were so heartbreaking to read and everything the twins went through because of the blacks made me so angry. Them plotting together was awesome and the plans they came up with seemed very logical and plausible. I officially became a Beala fan the moment she said she planned on killing Daemon. I would pay so much money to see that.

Maegora the cat was so cool and Rheana’s take on how the blacks younger dragons are stunted was so good.

And oh my god AEMOND!!! Adult Aemond is so amazing and I loved how you showed how different he is from Daemon through Beala’s eyes ( I hate it when people compare them ). I swear, your take on Aemonds character is better than any other I have ever seen. Your Aemond is canon now. I love him. He seems to human and I just love him and Rheana together. He’s such a sweetie and you actually give him a personality unlike most fanfic writers. Him telling Beala what helps Helaena with her moonblood was so sweet I love love love him. He would be such a good husband to Rhaena, please let them marry and band together with Beala, Veamond and Leanor and the greens against Deamon and the blacks.

Honestly, I will probably reread these chapters a dozen times over, if this were a book these chapters would be the ones I’d annotate with with five different colors because they’re brilliant in so many different ways. There were so many phrases that made me giggle or want to cry and they were all so wonderful.

You absolutely DESTROYED team black in these chapters. My brain is now filled with Aemond and Rhaena and all I want is to see them talk and be happy together. Thank you so much 💚💚💚

Thank you!!!

Idk, I kinda hate it still, but it's there. Lol thank you (and everyone) for reading! It is zero fun to just have chapters in draft mode that no one's read. Idk, it's like, I get ambitious sometimes and start things on impulse, and then I have Editor Me who's just like "This is shit!!! Delete!!!" so yeah, the feedback is really nice. Thanks for staying with it after a 3-month wait and for reading a 20k conversation with no complaints 😹

Team Black is fine! I have destroyed no one. Lololol. 😅 I didn't want to make Rhaena a "hater," but they went out of their way to have Rhaena voice that she felt neglected. Are we assuming that her relationship with Daemon improved with the addition of a stepmother and five boys? They went out of their way to have Laena say out loud that she was a placeholder wife, that she was unhappy in Pentos, and they sat down and agreed that "kill this bitch with fire and have celebratory funeral sex on her grave while the ashes are warm" was how they were going to treat Laena. It's too in-your-face to ignore, and in light of that, I just couldn't write Baela as "Yay, lemme go risk my life fighting for my stepmother. Marrying Jace is peak goals." I was literally unable to write that. I want to do happy shipping, but it's also a fix-it fic.

Daenerys, Sansa, Arya, Brienne, Asha, Cersei, Catelyn, Margaery and Olenna didn't exist and do schemes and burn shit down just for Rhaena and Baela to stand in the background like invisible elevator bellboy people saying “Wine, my queen," while being married off to randos. Nope.

I just want them to be on the same page when it comes to destroying their enemies. If their in-canon enemies happen to be the bulk of the characters on Team Black then 🤷🏾‍♀️ 😂 Rhaena's just sort of giving Baela the hard sales pitch to join a side that's not Team Black or Team Green but a third, secret two-woman operation like

Thank you for liking my version of Aemond!😊 He's a ton of fun to write.

To be fair, he doesn't have a ton of personality in the show. He and Aegon have a little bit more meat on them than the other kids, but they're mostly just there. Like 90% of these hotd characters are just 1-d stick figures with wigs on imo. It took me three months to figure out a personality for Baela that made sense. 😭 Like, on one hand, you're doing a fanfic and anything goes, but on the other hand, like I'm always worrying about what's ooc?

I'm going with "Teenage boy who was raised by a knight templar and his sister-mother. Used to be a nerd. Had a glow-up but is still a nerd. Wants to be a jock but doesn't really like sports. Is considering his career options."

I have no idea why the Daemon comparisons are so popular. All the Targaryen men have the same "Draco in leather pants" look. Daemon's been living his life one 10-year exile at a time and Aemond's a post time-skip baby. The first time he's even meeting his uncle is during his eye-gouging incident.

I mean, is this the face of someone looking for a role model to emulate or someone making a kill list?

Daemon actually did very little during that scene. He's really just standing there spectating for the most part. And then he and Rhaenyra exile themselves to Dragonstone for 6+ more years. Why would Aemond care about Daemon?

I honestly just think Martin and the writers (and half of the fandom, I guess) believe that Daemon is so cool that all the young kids in Westeros have Morally Grey Rogue Prince™ collectible action figures, (dead wives sold separately).

I sort of assume it's just a thing from F&B where Daemon wasn't banished from King's Landing and was around doing a ton of cool shit while Aemond was growing up???

In swhhw, Aemond's only interest in Daemon is killing him.

I wanted Rhaena to sort of just have a hypersensitive "I'm allergic to Targ bullshit" reaction to Aemond because she's been on Dragonstone for years and needs time to decompress, while Baela has the more objective stance, while Aemond's mostly just sort of offended that she's comparing him to her deadbeat hobo dad.

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