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allthelittlecreepycrawlies · 2 years ago

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Originally another thread for @grtr3's little sangyaoFES, this one got even more heavily edited than the other, with a whole ending added and such. Could be read as a prequel to A Second Glance

Title: The Golden Cure

Ship: pre-SangYao

Tags: Sickfic, Mostly Fluff, Author Has Nothing Witty This Time

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His new sect leader had warned him that of all the sect territories, Qinghe Nie's was the coldest when winter hit.

Staring out at the heavy piles of snow as he shivered, Meng Yao thought that Nie Mingjue had still managed to undersell just how cold it could be this far north.

Well, there was nothing else to be done for it. He'd lit both of the censers that had come with the room, had worn the warmest of the clothing he'd taken from the disciple stores he’d been shown, and was wrapped in the heaviest of the blankets he'd been provided.

And still he shivered.

He turned his attention back to his desk, trying to concentrate on the day's unfinished records, but it was only a matter of moments before another set of harsh, chest rattling coughs escaped his mouth.

"Here."

Blinking through watering eyes, Meng Yao found a little golden bear on a stick being held in front of his face.

"What is it?" he asked, hating how rough and alien his voice sounded.

"It's made of salted jin ju paste and honey. It'll help with the pain in your throat," Nie Huaisang said as he laid down a tea tray with more of the bears sticking out of a jar and a pot of tea that had a strong smell of xiangcheng fruit.

Meng Yao took the stick, eyeing the golden bear a little warily, then popped it into his mouth.

The taste wasn't bad. He could see using these for flavoring tea on occasions.

He watched as Nie Huaisang poured them both full cups, and then took notice of the faint tremor in his hands and how pale he was.

Oh.

Now he remembered overhearing his sect leader discussing winter preparations with the head of the infirmary hall, and one of the topics had been supplies for when his younger brother’s health took a dive "like it does every winter."

Which meant Nie Huaisang probably knew about all kinds of remedies and treatments for bad weather illness from personal experience.

Reassured, he simply rested his too-heavy head on his hand, letting the honey bear slowly melt in his mouth.

"This is your first northern winter, isn't it?" Huaisang asked as he set a steaming cup in front of him.

"Mm-hmm."

"Ouch, and with this one predicted to be especially harsh, too. On the bright side, with how hard you've been working, you should have your core built up enough that next winter will hardly touch you."

Meng Yao took the bear out of his mouth to speak. "If that's the case, why are you so adamant about not improving yours?"

Huaisang rolled one shoulder in a little half-shrug. "Most of my health issues are things I was born with. And some of them a core just can't fix unless I were to break all the way through to immortality."

A fair point, though it made Meng Yao a little morose about his own training goals. He rather hoped that the pain from cold spearing into injuries that had never fully healed wouldn't be on the list of things a stronger core couldn't fix.

"Then I will defer to your medical knowledge,” he said instead of any of those thoughts, pushing his uncertain feelings down deep.

Nie Huaisang snorted, amused. "Medical knowledge, he says. All I know is the stuff healers do to make picky kids not complain about how bad medicine tastes."

Still, the honey bear was helping soothe the roughness all the coughing had left in his throat. "It's good advice all the same. Thank you."

Nie Huaisang grinned at the praise, then motioned to the tea cup he'd set out. "Once you finish a couple of bears and the tea, we're heading to storage to get you some proper fur blankets, okay? Then I'm going to order you some heavier robes. Though… actually…"

Meng Yao looked up, not liking the frown on Nie Huaisang's face as he tapped his cheek in thought. "Gongzi?" he asked hesitantly around the honey bear.

"You should have had winter clothing and blankets given to you already. Didn't one of the quartermasters talk to you?"

He could tell the truth; that when he’d picked up his first allotment of supplies on being brought to the Unclean Realms, the man who’d handed them over had snidely implied that it was all the generosity he’d be getting from the sect, and anything more would be coming out of his pay.

While no one had actually made good on that threat, they'd given him enough runaround that he'd learned to stop requesting anything months ago.

He could say so. Nie Huaisang would believe him.

He could-

No.

No, he wasn’t going to do that.

Bad enough that there were some who mockingly accused him of hiding behind the sect leader; he didn’t want to give them any ammunition to use against his tentative relationship with the young master as well.

He bit the last little part of the melted bear off the stick and laid it down. “Things have been busy. We probably just missed crossing paths,” he said.

“Hrm… If you say so,” Huaisang murmured, still looking dubious. “Alright, then. Next time you need something, come to me first, got it?”

“Your brother already disapproves of your spending, gongzi. Won’t he get angry?”

“He complains about inks or aviary supplies, he can’t complain when I’m making sure his best aide doesn’t spend the whole season sick because he’s not been equipped for the weather.”

A fair point.

He still probably shouldn't be allowing this. While it wasn't the same as Nie Huaisang pulling heir rank on his behalf, everyone in the sect knew he wouldn't personally go commissioning clothing and such for just anyone.

Ah, but that particular ship had already sailed, evidenced by the braids and guan in his hair.

(And the little custard cakes that appeared like magic in his desk drawer on occasion, but no one knew about those besides the two of them.)

And… honestly… a part of him enjoyed the fact that his young master saw him as someone he wanted to spoil. Someone his young master would make the effort for.

He smiled as he reached for the next bear on a stick Nie Huaisang held out to him.

"Very well. I accept your offer."

#mdzs #cql #mostly cql #sangyao #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #fanfic

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feralkwe · 1 year ago

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @veliseraptor - xoxo

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

a humble 34, but those are only the ones that made it to ao3. i've had several others strung across other platforms over the years, but these are the ones i care to keep track of.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

552,373. a little lower than i expected, but wordcount has never really been a thing i worry too much over. it's not a competition. a story takes as many words as it needs to be told.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i actually had to look this up. i thought i knew off the top of my head, and i was pretty lose. they are:

a champion's expectation (118)

dossiers and snapshots (89)

a hero's lamentations (78)

a queen's regrets (66)

food for thought (63)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! one of my favorite things about fandom is the back and forth about things you love. fic serves that up rather well. i absolutely love discussing stories with people who enjoyed them.

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hmm. a tough one, i think. i am probably suffering recency bias, but to the edge (and back again) may be the winner here. it's definitely up there. my current wip, thnks fr th mmrs may rival it, depending on how it goes. that one has the benefit of relationship angst, but isn't exclusively a canon character story where we all know the ending.

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i like a little bittersweet in all of my endings, and i think a majority of my fic reflects that. however, a herald's faith definitely has the happiest ending, in my opinion. everyone in the story is where they should be or want to be at the end of the inquisition, even if that isn't always with each other. hence, the bitter in my sweet endings. it's what they all want, and that has to count for something.

7. Do you write crossovers?

i used to, but i don't anymore. i don't really like them as much as i did when i was a young fic writer learning what appealed to me. it's just not my thing.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yup! it doesn't exist anymore because the platform where i first posted it no longer exists, but i got a fair bit (more than i'm used to for how little known my work is) for my handling of alistair in a queen's regrets. i still stand by my characterization and choices. he has a temper and breaking points, and i think his reactions in my story are very much in character. sorry not sorry to everyone who thinks he's made of cotton candy and smiles and nods. he's actually much more complex than that, and i think i write that very well.

9. Do you write smut?

absolutely i do. that's it. that's my answer.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! i'm not a very popular or well-known writer, and i would be surprised if anyone has actually cared enough to steal my work. that's not like, false humility or anything. i'm not well-known in any fandom, for better or for worse.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone did approach me to ask if they could translate a queen's regrets to russian, but i have no idea if that ever happened! i never heard back from them. if anyone runs across it, i'd love to see it!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. i'm not closed off to the idea, it's just never come up.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

oh my goodness, what an unfair question! i am very much a multishipper with a ship-and-let-ship mindset. i don't actively ship things outside of my own ships, but i'm pretty easy to convince that something could work and would be interesting. i love seeing it, and will happily engage in talk about it if asked because i genuinely enjoy seeing people have fun.

my official answer is possibly cheating, but it's anders/mage rights. it is my ride or die, absolutely non-negotiably canon ship. i love the idea that yes, even if he does love your character, he will never love anything or anyone as much as he loves freedom for mages. it will always matter to him more than anyone or anything else. perhaps he is willing to drown the world in blood to keep you safe, but he has and will obliterate himself for the cause no matter what you do or think. i find that so incredibly satisfying.

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

hmm. i have a few marvel fics that i would love to have the desire to finish. i would say specifically dossiers and snapshots, which is a clint barton &-/ natasha romanov series of connected one-shots that i would rework into a cohesive multi-chapter story. at this point they would need to be torn apart and rewritten, which is only part of why it will likely never happen. the other is that despite how much i love the characters i chose for my stories, that phase of my fandom life has likely passed, and i'm okay with that.

15. What are your writing strengths?

i am very good at characterization. i am. this is fact. even though i toil and fret over every new character and voice i tackle, i think i always come out on top of it. the number of people who have told me they could imagine my characterization choices happening in canon reinforces this, and it is maybe the only thing about my fic writing that i am confident to maybe just shy of arrogance about.

i'm also good at dialogue, i think.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably description. it's something i'm picky about in reading any type of fiction. i have no patience for when it gets too flowery or when an author/writer refuses to leave anything to the reader's imagination. i will skim over it for understanding, but there is a point where it's just lost on me.

that translates into my writing to a point where i have to actively work against my impulse to be as concise as possible. i want so much for readers to be able to imagine what they like that sometimes i forget to give them touchstones for my own vision. i'm also forever paranoid that i am dreadfully repetitive. there is a sweet spot for me, both reading and writing, and achieving it is likely to always feel like a white whale.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

you have to be very, very careful with it. don't just trust google translate or whatever your tool of choice is with it. use it sparingly for best effect. if you're a native english speaker, don't fall into the trap of mixing it with english ("chinglish" "spanglish" etc) without consulting a native speaker. depending on the language you run the risk of getting very problematic very fast, and it's always, always best to err on the side of caution. and by caution, i mean native speaker opinion.

now, if native speakers of that language are your target, that is another thing altogether, and i have more thoughts on that. i love when ojibwe authors use anishinaabemowin and don't translate it for non-speakers. it's like a little love letter from them to me. i assume there are instances in other languages where this applies.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

technically the babysitter's club. i wrote and illustrated my own little books of it when i was a kid. the first fandom i officially wrote and published for was dragon age.

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

mmm. i really, really would love to dip my toes into good omens. i think i understand the characters well enough to do it justice. but it's a big fandom full of so many incredible writers, and i have yet to come up with a viable premise that i think i could enact in a meaningful way. i'm not discounting it, but it's a fandom i'm active in, and i'd love to some day be a contributor.

also, i'd love to write some cute little bits for ryne/gaia in ffxiv. again, it's a matter of finding an idea that grabs me in a way that i think i could make magic happen. but they are so adorably sweet, and girl love is definitely something we need to see more of in any fandom, it's definitely on my bucket list.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

again, recency bias, but my recently finished ffxiv fic, to the edge (and back again), about the journey of elidibus through the zodiark summoning up to the sundering, may be my best work yet.

i'm gonna tag @yamisnuffles, @icescrabblerjerky, @leggywillow, @squeeful, @tehjai, and anyone else who wants to consider themselves tagged for a bit of fun.

#fic #fanfic #tag games #fic writing #my fic #b writes fic

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writingsofmax · 3 years ago

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Disarm pt. 8

Words: 3, 247

Story Summary: Edward and Y/N spend more time together as couple, fluff ensues. Edward gets angry at Y/N's apartment issues and comes up with ideas to help.

Tags: slowburn, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, canon-typical violence, obsessive thinking, kissing, biting, smut, domestic fluff

warnings: there is some mild smut at the end of this chapter SO if you're not into it don't read past the last breaklineeeee, kissing, biting, marking?? heavy making out...... welcome to my shame corner lol

Chapter 8- Despite All My Rage I'm Still Just A Rat In A Cage

Edward had been a loner before. In the orphanage it was easier to not connect with people at all, so he hadn’t. Once he was out and in college, it's not that he wanted to be alone––it was just that other people didn’t click well with him. He had conversations with others occasionally, tried to pursue some friendships but it had never worked out. Everyone was too stupid. None of them had understood him or his sense of humor. Everything about making friends was agitating and difficult. My coworkers especially, Edward thought with a sneer.

That didn’t stop Edward from feeling lonely though. It wasn’t until Y/N came into his life that he realized how lonely he had truly been. God, he had been so lonely. Edward thought while gently brushing his fingers up and down Y/N’s arm.

“I’ve never heard of a gyroscopic stabilizer until now,” Y/N mentioned, watching the TV.

“They’re used in ships so unless you’re involved in engineering large watercraft, it makes sense that you don’t know what it is,” Edward responded, adjusting the blankets over both of them on the couch.

“Hmm. But you know what they are,” Y/N mused. “You’re so smart Eddie.” She snuggled in closer under Edward’s arm with a little yawn.

Edward’s face felt hot, and he picked lint off the blanket with a shy smile.

“How It’s Made” was one of Edward’s favorite TV shows. Seeing how things were put together and taken apart was always so interesting to him. He didn’t watch TV very often, but this show could always hold his attention for the full 30 minutes it was on.

However, it didn’t seem that it was holding Y/N’s attention. During the commercial break, he picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels.

“Hey, weren’t you watching that, Eddie?” Y/N questioned.

“I’ve already seen this one before,” Edward responded, a small lie, before settling on Planet Earth. It was an episode about freshwater ecosystems so there was a good chance that it would feature otters.

Y/N gave a small gasp and squeezed his arm lightly. “I LOVE this show, it’s so cool!” she gushed. “They get such amazing footage of the animals too, it’s unbelievable.”

Edward gazed upon her fondly and tried not to think too much about how good it felt to have her in his arms. This was how their nights had been going for a little while now.

Either Y/N would come to his house or he would go to her house to watch TV or a movie together. She hadn’t been up for going on as many walks lately since the cold and damp of fall in Gotham made her illness flare. That was fine with Edward though, he was perfectly content to watch over her indoors and do more relaxing activities. Normally, Edward needed a lot of alone time, but lately it was like he couldn’t get enough of Y/N.

For the last two days, she had even been spending the night. It was all very new for Edward but it was so much better than how his life had been before. He had someone to protect, and someone that finally understood him. Those facts alone made it easier to get used to. It was a little unnerving having someone be so close to him after being alone for so long, and all of the physical touch after not having any for years was overwhelming sometimes.

Another thing Edward had noticed fairly quickly was that having someone around him a lot of the time meant that he had to change his routines and his habits and that was… difficult. Hiding all of his Riddler things from her on a regular basis was tricky as well but it was worth it. Over his life, he had learned to do everything alone and also liked to do everything a certain way. His way. The right way. But Y/N understood. They were a perfect match, Edward thought.

“You look sleepy,” Edward murmured into Y/N’s hair after the episode was over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Yeah...” Y/N stretched. “Will you come lay down with me?”

“Of course,” Edward responded, immediately.

“Carry meee,” Y/N whined, slowly getting up off the couch.

Without a second thought Edward scooped her up, eliciting a yelp from Y/N.

“E-Eddie I was joking, you don’t actually have to carry me!” She blushed and Edward smirked.

“But I already have you, so there’s no point in putting you down. Besides, what’s the last thing you take off before bed anyway?” Edward giggled to himself while carrying her towards the bedroom. “You take your feet off the floor.”

Setting her down gently on the bed, Edward kissed the tip of her nose. “There.”

“Thank you for that Eddie,” Y/N laughed. “But I need to take my meds,” she said as she got up off the bed.

Edward watched her as she got up and took her overnight bag to the bathroom with her. She’s so beautiful. He was going to be with her no matter the growing pains.

Coming back from the bathroom, Y/N turned off the lights and laid on the bed next to Edward.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Eddie. I’ve been too freaked out to sleep in my own apartment lately.”

Edward tilted his head. “Freaked out?”

His eyes narrowed. Is someone harassing her? Is her apartment too dangerous? It’s probably one of those thugs that hang out in Robinson Park, looking through her windows, following her… If I went there at night, just out of the streetlights I could easily find them and––

“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Y/N exclaimed. “Two days ago I saw a rat in my kitchen.” She shook her head with a shiver, making a disgusted face.

“I thought that I had heard chewing a couple times before,” she continued, “but I wasn’t sure—but then I saw him.”

“Did you try to trap it?” Edward asked, carefully hiding his trembling hands in the blankets.

“I think there might be more than one so I called my landlord to hire an exterminator but he’s fighting me on it.” She gave an exasperated sigh. “I just haven’t been able to sleep as well there because I think about them crawling around.”

“Your landlord is fighting you about it? That’s his job is to keep your apartment livable. He can’t just not do it. Rats carry disease. And they multiply like crazy if you don’t take care of it immediately,” Edward ranted. “Do you want me to go over there? I can try to trap them. Or poison them.”

Rats had been a huge problem at the orphanage growing up. Disgusting. Always crawling on you at night, biting at your fingers. The unlucky kids had gotten terrible infections. Y/N reached out to Edward and took his hand, pulling him towards her on the bed. “It’s fine! We can get traps tomorrow, and I’m gonna keep on him about an exterminator. Don’t worry!” She flopped down on the bed. “Just being able to stay here with you for right now is enough.” “Yeah, we’ll go and get traps tomorrow,” Edward sighed while laying down next to her, thinking about how it wasn’t fine at all. With a slight shake of his head, he scooted closer to Y/N, carefully pulling the blankets around her, trying to put the rage out of his mind.

“Do you think you’ll be up for much longer?” Y/N asked.

“Probably… I have a hard time getting to sleep.” Edward played with her hair idly. “I also don’t need as much sleep as you do.”

“Hmm... Well, will you stay here with me until I fall asleep?” Y/N sleepily asked.

Y/N, I would kill for you if you asked me to. “Yes, of course,” Edward replied.

After about an hour, Edward quietly left the room, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him after Y/N had fallen asleep. Walking back out to the living room, he sat at his desk. Rats. He pulled a notebook from above his desk and flipped open to a blank page and began writing. Rats. Rats. Rats. Disgusting filthy creatures, crawling around Y/N’s apartment. Spreading their germs everywhere. Edward shuddered. And to hear from Y/N that her landlord wasn’t even taking care of it! Typical greedy scum… Collecting obscene amounts of rent for their apartments while doing nothing to maintain them. No better than rats themselves. An idea flitted across Edward’s mind. If her landlord was going to act like a rat, then he could be treated like one. Maybe have a little rat poison shoved down his throat. No. Edward shook his head. Y/N is too close to all of this already. Her landlord would be a direct link.

He had started to regret having Y/N help him compile information on the Renewal Fund, or even telling her about it. When his plan went into action he didn’t want her to be implicated. Killing her landlord would cause her to be even more suspicious to the police for sure. It was a conflicting feeling, hiding so much of himself from Y/N. He wanted so badly to tell her, but he also wanted to keep her safe. And right now he couldn’t even keep her safe from her scummy landlord. Edward was furious. He… No––The Riddler wanted to kill her landlord. Y/N needed to be protected, but that meant keeping the focus off of her. He gritted his teeth, pushing his pen harder into the paper, almost ripping it while continuing to write.

They all had it coming, and maybe in the carnage that was to come in the next few weeks, he could have one of his followers target her landlord in the chaos. Rats.

He could feel the ghosts of them crawling on him, chewing his fingers. He thought of all the nights he had spent in the orphanage after they had been forgotten about, listening to them scurry around in the dark. Y/N’s words echoed in his head, “You deserved better.” She was right––He had deserved better, they all had. The disgusting Gotham billionaires, the corrupt politicians, the liars and the sinners… They deserved to be chewed on by rats. Edward sat back in his chair. Chewed on… He pushed his glasses up, brow furrowed. By rats… Edward giggled. Now there’s an idea. He flipped to a new page and began drawing. —-------------------------------

Y/N wearily opened her eyes, looking around in confusion before remembering she was at Edward’s. She rolled over, and stretched, getting comfortable to try to go back to sleep. Stretching her arms out, she realized with a sinking feeling that the opposite side of the bed was still empty. With a glance she checked the glowing red alarm clock above the bed. 3:27 A.M? Where is Eddie?

Slowly getting out of bed and rubbing the sleep from her eyes she tried to push away her anxious thoughts to no avail. Did he accidentally get locked out of the apartment somehow? Did he fall and hit his head? Did he... Did he leave me here? She shook her head, padding down the hallway and feeling foolish when she saw a light still on at the end of the hall. Eddie would never leave you. Calm down. Y/N squinted at the light and saw that Edward was seated at his desk, still awake, working intensely on something. “Eddie?” Edward sat up suddenly, closing the notebook he had been writing in, turning around. “Hm? Y/N? What…” He seemed out of it, his green eyes glazed over, “What are you… Um.” He faltered, pushing his chair out from the desk. “What are you doing up?” He had ink smeared on his hands and forearms, and his hair was messy and wild. Y/N had noticed that Edward got like this sometimes. She had first noticed it early on when they would talk about the corruption in Gotham. His tone would become so vicious and frantic, and when she looked into his eyes it seemed that he was somewhere far away. That he wasn’t quite there with her completely.

It happened during other times too, when he would talk about the orphanage, or sometimes when he was writing in his work ledgers. It was like the real Edward retreated, and a more wild version of him would take his place. After these… episodes, it seemed like it usually took him awhile to come back. She had never felt the need to ask him about it or comment on it. She just tried to be there for him as best she could. After hearing about his childhood, she couldn’t imagine the horrors he had witnessed. It didn’t surprise her that he had some struggles with mental health. Y/N tenderly reached out to Edward, closing the distance between them in a hug. “I just woke up and realized that you weren’t in bed yet so I came to check on you.”

She felt Edward shaking slightly under her touch. “It’s 3 in the morning Eddie, you should come to bed,” she suggested cautiously. Edward shivered and let out a sigh, relaxing slightly. “Didn’t realize it was so early.” He reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, let’s go to bed.”

Y/N smiled, looking up at him. Even sleep deprived and messy, he was still so handsome, Y/N thought.

She gently led him back to the bedroom, “What were you working on?” She asked curiously. “Just work stuff,” Edward responded, pulling back the covers for her to get in. “They should pay you more for all the extra hours you put in Eddie,” Y/N commented, snuggling down back into the blankets. “They definitely should,” Edward responded sleepily, climbing into the bed after her. “Goodnight, Eddie,” Y/N sighed, kissing him on the cheek before turning away to sleep. Edward wrapped his arms around Y/N and with a strong tug, pulled her back over to him making Y/N giggle. “Good night, Y/N.”

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The sun was bright coming through the blinds of Edward’s room. He rubbed his eyes, slowly recognizing the sound of the traffic outside. The sunlight coming through the window and onto the bed was making him too warm under the covers. With a frustrated grunt, he kicked the covers off of him and––Oh.

Edward was definitely awake now.

Pulling the covers back over… himself, he glanced nervously over at Y/N who was just starting to wake up. “Hey, Eddie,” Y/N mumbled with a tired smile, pulling herself to him. Edward stiffened and could feel his face getting hot. “G-Good morning, Y/N!” Edward replied a bit too loudly, scratching his neck. “Did you sleep well?” “Mmmhmmm,” Y/N sighed, sitting up and kissing Edward softly. Edward internally groaned, feeling the heat rush to his cock. He started to pull away, planning to get up and hop in the shower before she could notice, but then Y/N pulled him back into the kiss, deepening it. Before Edward could fully react, Y/N straddled him, sitting on top of him as she kissed him.

He groaned, feeling his cock pressed against Y/N, the friction setting him on fire.

Oh no. Is this too far? He didn’t want to make Y/N uncomfortable and really wasn’t sure what to do, having never been in this situation before.

He was contemplating pushing her off and profusely apologizing when he heard Y/N moan. Y/N was actually moaning from the feeling of him against her. Edward cautiously shifted his hips under her, pushing himself up between her legs, watching her reaction closely. This action elicited another moan from Y/N.

Edward felt pride wash over him. He couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of power that Y/N’s moans gave him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on top of him, moving his attentions to her neck. Y/N is mine. Only I can make her feel like this. He bit down, gently at first, sucking and pulling at the skin with his teeth. He felt Y/N’s breath hitch before she let out a needy whine.

He smiled and in a quick movement, pulled her off him and then carefully adjusted his position so Y/N was underneath him now, her face hot and red. He loved the way she looked and loved even more that it was because of him. He grinded against her more roughly this time, the friction driving him insane. She clutched at his back tightly, moaning softly with each thrust, Edward kissing her deeply on the lips. God, I love her so much. He thought, before moving back to her neck, biting roughly this time, making sure to leave marks. Y/N is mine and only mine. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the back of his shirt tightly. “Ed-Eddie,” she gasped. Edward stopped, pushing himself up to look down at her properly, “Y-Yeah?” he asked, a little breathless himself. Oh no. I went too far, shit. Is she okay?

“Am––Am I being too loud?” Y/N blushed deeply, looking away from him. “I’m sorry if I’m being too loud.” Edward looked down at her for a beat, giving his brain a moment to catch up. “What? Too loud?” He giggled at the absurdity of her apologizing, “That’s ridiculous.” He loved her noises. “Are, um...” Edward started, suddenly feeling awkward. “Are you okay?” Y/N giggled. “Oh, I’m definitely okay,” she answered. Edward smirked. “You sounded okay,” he teased, leaning down and kissing her neck once more. This touching stuff was great. He desperately wanted to explore and investigate all of it more thoroughly, he thought, moving down her neck. He was interrupted by a loud growl from Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N gave an embarrassed laugh and held her face in her hands. “I am kind of hungry though…” She peeked at Edward through her fingers. “I’m so sorry!” she gushed. Edward giggled and rolled off of her, sitting up on the side of the bed. “Well, I guess I should go get you some breakfast then!” Yes, he had wanted to continue. Obviously. But Y/N came first––He was her protector after all.

“Is it okay if I shower quickly first?” Edward asked nonchalantly. “Before I head to the diner?”

Y/N slowly started getting up as well. “Of course!”

Okay, good. He could take care of… his needs before heading out. That was something he was used to doing.

“Okay, baby, think of what you want and I’ll get your order before I go.” Edward froze when he realized what he had said and winced internally. Baby? Where did that come from?

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled warmly. “I will.”

Edward just nodded, his face warm, and then headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stood there for a minute, just composing himself. Looking in the mirror he ruffled his hands through his hair, thinking about all that just transpired and had to bite back excited laughter.

He never knew that his life could be so perfect. Previous Next

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rogeriswater · 2 years ago

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Don't Leave Me Now

xxvi

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, roger being a little bit of a jerk, some smut

August, 1968

~m.r~

We had a few days to spend in Los Angeles before we did our last shows in America. Then it would be back to Europe for us. Steve had surprised us and rented out some private beach-front cabins for the whole week. We had a whole five days to relax and enjoy ourselves before our next show. Steve told us we could do whatever we wanted during those five days, so long as we don't get into too much trouble.

Ronnie and I got settled into our cabin. Again, we had a place to ourselves while the boys were all stuck sharing one. I don't know why Rourkie never put me with the boys. I always had my own sleeping arrangements and my own dressing room. Perhaps he was just doing that to respect my privacy. But I know those boys would never try anything with me. Not that Roger would let any of them anyways.

Ronnie put her bags down on the one bed that was in our cabin. "Guess we're sharing a bed then" I bit my lip, staring at the bed as I thought. "What's churning in that brain of yours?"

"Do you think you could ask the boys if it's alright if you stay with them so you and Roger can switch?" I asked. Ronnie gave me an 'are you joking?' sort of look. I sighed. "Never mind, forget it"

"If I ask them if Roger and I can switch, that'll look really suspicious, don't you think?" Ronnie asked me. I crossed my arms and pouted. Ronnie glared at me. "Stop acting like a child. You and Roger can go without sleeping in the same bed for a week" That didn't stop my pouting. "I'm doing this for your own good, pup. I know the boys probably wouldn't care much, but what would Rourkie think? You both would get in so much trouble"

Perhaps Ronnie had a point. I don't know what the repercussions would be if Rourkie found out. He would probably try to separate Roger and I, or worse, ask me to leave the band. Besides, how hard would it be to go without Roger sleeping by my side for a whole week. Shit, I was fucked. I decided I needed a smoke and walk along the beach. I grabbed my carton of cigarettes and left the cabin. It was slightly breezy this morning but I didn't mind. There also something comforting about the feel of the cool sand beneath my feet. I stopped to light a cigarette. I took a drag as I stared out at the waves.

I felt a presence behind me and I didn't even need to look to see who it was. "I'm utterly fucked, Roger"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. "Why's that, my darling?"

"Because I can't be without you in my bed for a week" I confessed to him. "Ronnie won't switch"

"We'll figure something out, yeah sunshine?" Roger assured me. He grabbed my hand that was holding the cigarette and brought it up to his lips. He took a drag of my cig. I leaned back against him, my head resting against his chest. His arm was still wrapped securely around my waist. I could also feel him nuzzling his face into my hair.

"We can't stay like this here" I said.

"Hmm, and why not?" He asked.

"Because someone could see us" I tried to leave his grasp, but his hold on me just became tighter.

"I don't want to hide it anymore" Roger exclaimed. He let me go and turned around, ready to walk back to the cabins. "We should just tell them"

I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Roger, no"

He frowned. "It would be so much easier if they knew, sunshine. Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"Of course I'm not. It's just we're both still in relationships and—"

"Well that's an easy fix. I can break up with Judy, and you can file for divorce"

I stopped Roger right there. "First of all, a divorce is not as easy as a breakup. You have to get lawyers involved and there's a lot of paperwork" I took Roger's hand in mine and gave it a gentle but reassuring squeeze. "I know you're eager to be with me, and believe me I am too, but it's gonna take some time. And you know what, it'll be worth the wait"

Roger smiled, seemingly content with my answer. "You're right, love. I just...." He hesitated, unsure if he should say what he wanted to say. "I know it hasn't even been a year yet for us, but I wanna marry you, y'know?" My stomach fluttered at his confession. We decided it was time to go back. Roger had his arm around my waist as we walked back. "Sunshine, you know what I realized?"

"What's that, my love?" I asked.

"We didn't properly celebrate your birthday, did we?" Oh, Roger was right. My birthday had been back in June but we were so busy with touring, it had completely slipped my mind. Not that I cared though, I didn't like to make a big deal about my birthday. "We should change that"

"Roger, it's not that big of a deal"

"I insist"

I've learned when Roger was set in his ways, there was no point in arguing with him as he usually got what he wanted. That sort of thing made him difficult to work with sometimes, but it never changed how I felt about him. "Fine" I gave in. He smiled triumphantly before kissing me on my forehead.

...

It was early in the afternoon when I laying in bed watching some television. Ronnie was sitting on the floor with a bunch of photos spread out in front of her. I had heard my stomach growling and realized that I've barely eaten anything today. "Ronnie, do you wanna come with me to get some lunch?" I asked. I didn't feel like dining alone.

"I'm a little busy right now, pup" She answered. "Why don't you ask Roger? You two can call it a date"

I sat up on the bed and slipped my boots on. I was careful not to step on any of Ronnie's photos. I stepped outside and walked over to the boys' cabin. I just let myself in, and right away I noticed that Roger was asleep in his bed. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I couldn't help but kiss him, and I swear I saw him smile. Looks like I was having lunch on my own. When I exited the cabin, I had come face to face with David. "Hello David" I greeted him.

"Hello Maggie. What are you up to?" He asked me.

"Oh, I was gonna go somewhere for lunch" I explained, putting my hand to my stomach as it growled again. "I'm starving"

"I could join you, if you'd like?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. I didn't see the harm in letting David join me for a lunch. It's not like it would've been a date anyways. Friends have lunch together all the time. "I would be honoured if you would join me" I told him.

David flashed a smile at me. "Wonderful" The two of us made our way to a place to eat nearby.

...

I was having a really fun time with David. The place we went to wasn't too busy, but there was enough people there to keep the staff on their toes. David and I were in a booth in the very back corner. "So, that girl you met back in New York. Have you talked to her since we left?" I asked David.

David shook his head. "She's wasn't really my type"

"What is your type then?" I pried.

David looked right at me, before smiling as he spoke. "Blonde hair with blue eyes who can sing like an angel and can hypnotize with her body when she dances"

I blushed fiercely, not missing the intention behind his words. "David, I'm flattered but—"

"I know. You're a married woman" David chuckled. "But a man can dream, can't he? Though I am curious"

I raised a brow. "Curious about what?"

"About you and Roger"

I froze. Did David know? Had he caught us in an illicit act? "What about me and Roger?"

"Well, I've just noticed that you two seem to be glued at the hips at all times, you're always sneaking off together, and anytime I'm standing too close to you, Rog always looks like he wants to murder me"

"Are you implying that Roger and I are together?" I asked.

"Are you?" David pressed.

"No" I lied through my teeth.

"Okay then" David said. He smirked at me. "So, if you and Billy divorce, you're saying I might have a chance?"

That made me laugh. "I'm sure you'll find someone before that happens" David started to laugh too. That's the day it clicked in my head that he had feelings for me as well. But the difference between his and Roger's feelings was that David's were merely a schoolboy crush.

Now, Roger, he was in love with me, deeply infatuated and dare I say obsessed to an extent. He was also quite possessive at times. I loved watching his jaw clench whenever another man looks at me. I loved seeing the way his stare would harden at any male reporter who tried to flirt with me. It was hot and always got me horny as hell.

"Maggie!" David knocked me out of my thoughts. "I was asking if you were ready to head back?"

"Yes, let's go" We paid for our food, leaving a gracious tip for the waitress. David and I slipped out of the booth. I walked ahead of him and I could feel his stare on my legs. I turned to look at him. "Staring are we?" I teased him.

He blushed like I had earlier. "M'sorry. You've just got the nicest pair of legs I've ever seen on a woman, that's all"

"Why thank you!" I winked at him. I was very comfortable with these boys. I knew they already stared at me when I danced, and I didn't care if they stared at my legs, tits or my ass.

~r.w~

As soon as I woke up, I felt a faint sensation on my lips, like I had been kissed by someone. I put my fingers to my lips and smiled. Maggie must have come in here and kissed me while I was asleep. I had to go see her now.

I went over to hers and Ronnie's cabin, just letting myself inside. It was empty, with neither Maggie or Ronnie to be found anywhere. However, the television was still on, but left on mute, there were a bunch of photographs spread about the floor, and a camera was left sitting on the bed.

The telephone began to ring. I answered it and sat down on the bed. "Hello?"

"Waters" Of course. Of all people calling, it had to be him. "What are you doing in my wife's room?"

"I'm not fucking her, if that's what you were thinking" Though that's what I'd rather be doing right now. And I'd have Billy listen too. Have him listen as I plunge my cock deep inside her warm cunt. Make him understand that no one can please her the way I can. "If you were looking to talk with Maggie, I have no idea where she is"

"When you see her, can you tell her to call me back?"

Ha. I don't think so. "Sure" I didn't even give him the chance to hang up first. I don't know what it was that I hate about Billy, hated since the day I first met him. Yes, he was Maggie's husband when I should be, perhaps it was that he was a cheat when he first married her, but there was more to it than that. But what it was, I don't know yet. The door opened and I expected it to be Maggie, but was disappointed when it was only Ronnie. "Oh, it's you"

Ronnie scoffed and put her hand on her hips. "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry, I just thought you were Maggie, but since you're here, why won't you switch with me?" Ronnie rolled her eyes and made her way to the bathroom. "Please, Ronnie?" I tried to follow her but she shut the door in my face. "I really can't sleep without her. She makes the nightmares stop"

The door opened and Ronnie's head popped out. "What nightmares?"

"About my dad" I admitted. "They used to be quite frequent but since I've started sleeping with her, I haven't had one. I need her."

"Roger, I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want you two to get in trouble"

It was my turn to scoff. "There's got to be more to it than that"

Ronnie sighed. "You know what, there is. This whole tour, I've barely had even five minutes of sister time with her because of shows, soundchecks, interviews and whatever else. But as soon as she has free time, I don't get to spend that with her either, because you keep wanting her all to yourself"

"Just because she's your sister, doesn't mean you're entitled to her"

"And you are?" Ronnie stared blankly at me. "You know what, Roger? I like you, I really do, but at times you can be a complete asshole" She started to cry and then ran out of the cabin.

I myself was about to leave, but then Maggie walked in. I noticed that she was frowning. "Roger, why is my sister crying?"

I ignored her question. "Where were you, sunshine?"

Maggie crossed her arms. "Don't ignore my question Rog. Why is she crying?"

"I may have said something that made her upset" I admitted. "Now, you answer my question. Where were you?"

"I just went out for lunch with David"

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"I would've but you were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you" She walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "Roger, it wasn't a date if that's what you were thinking. It was just two friends having lunch" I sat down beside her. "Now what did you say to my sister?"

I stiffened a little, not wanting to tell her out of fear that she'll be angry with me. "She mentioned something to me about how she never gets any time with you anymore because apparently I keep you to myself all the time. I may have said how she's not entitled to you just because she's your sister"

She sighed. "Roger, you can't say things like that to her. And she's right, y'know. I've barely had a moment to myself even, because you're so insistent on being with me all the time"

How ironic considering what she said to me that morning. "Aren't you the one who said you were "utterly fucked" because you can't sleep with me for the next week?"

"Shut up" She muttered as she looked down at her lap.

I placed my hand on her thigh. "It's alright, darling. I'm as you put it "utterly fucked" without you too" She turned her head to look at me. I cupped her jaw. "Speaking of being fucked..." I insinuated, running my thumb along her bottom lip.

"Not on the bed" Maggie said. "I have to sleep on it with my sister"

"The floor is an option" I suggested.

She giggled, standing up to go over and shut the door so that we wouldn't be disturbed. With her back still turned to me, I quickly undressed. I grabbed a few pillows off of the bed and I placed them on the floor. When I looked at Maggie again, her dress was gone as well as her knickers, both of which pooled by her feet on the floor.

She walked over to me and got on her knees. Maggie absolutely loved sucking me off. She always did so before and after a show. Had this been any other time, I would have let her, but I just wanted to get to fucking. "Not today, darling"

"But I want—"

I stopped her by gripping her jaw and making her look up at me. "I know you do, baby. You can have my cock in your mouth another time, yeah?" She nodded. I pressed a hard kiss to her lips. "Now get on your back. I love watching your face as I fuck you" She got on her back, spreading her legs for me so that her beautiful, glistening pussy was on full display for me. I kneeled in front of her. I held my cock and rubbed it between her folds. "Such a beautiful cunt. And it's all for me"

"It's all for you" She repeated. I pushed myself inside her, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of her warm and tight walls around me. I began to fuck her.

~r.f~

I can't believe Roger had the nerve to say what he did to me. I understand that he loves Maggie, but that doesn't give him the right to keep others that love her away from her. He better understand that I come before him in Maggie's life. Shit, I forgot my camera in the cabin. I really didn't want to go back there in case Roger was still there, but it was a really important possession for me.

When I got back to the cabin, I noticed that the door was closed. I opened the door and the sight I was greeted with nearly blinded me. Both Maggie and Roger were naked, with Roger on top of her and Maggie's legs wrapped around his waist. I was at least thankful their heads were towards me and it wasn't the other way around. "Oh dear God!" I shrieked, covering up my eyes..

"Ronnie!" Maggie gasped. I heard some rustling and shuffling. "Okay, you can uncover your eyes now" Hesitantly, I removed my hands from my eyes. Maggie was wrapped in a sheet and Roger had Maggie's dress draped over his lap. "What's wrong?" My sister asked me.

I refused to meet her eyes after what I just witnessed. "I need my camera" Maggie walked over to the bed to fetch my camera. "Having then were you?" I teased.

Maggie blushed as she grabbed my camera. I looked at Roger and the two of us made eye awkward eye contact. He cleared his throat and spoke to me. "Listen, Ronnie. I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier"

"Thanks, Rog" I said. I averted my attention elsewhere. I didn't exactly want to look at him while he was naked. Maggie handed me my camera. I looked at it. "You guys didn't use my camera, did you?"

"You mean did we take sexually explicit photos of ourselves?" Roger asked me with a laugh. "No, we didn't"

I grinned awkwardly. "Well, that's very good to know. I think I'll leave you two alone now, and you can go back to what it is you were doing" I left the cabin, closing the door behind me. I stood there, kind of stunned at the fact that I had walked in on my sister and her boyfriend fucking. I didn't realize I had been standing there until Nick approached me.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" He told me, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh, I uh.." I sputtered.

"You caught them in the act, didn't you?" Nick guessed.

"No, I didn't—" Wait, what did he just say? "How do you know about them?"

"Two people wouldn't sneak off together as much as Mags and Rog do if they weren't shagging" Nick explained. "The others may be a bit blind to it, but I'm not. That, and Roger doesn't bitch to Maggie as much as he does to the rest of us when he's in one of his moods. How do you know?"

"Remember that day when we did the photoshoot right before Syd left?"

"Ah, yes! Mags and Rog snuck off together, as per usual. I remember they were gone for an awfully long time"

"I caught them kissing" Nick laughed and snapped his fingers as if to say "I knew it". "Why don't you tell them that you know?"

Nick shrugged. "Frankly, it's not any of my business. Do I feel sorry for Billy and Judy? Yes, but if they find out, that will be Roger and Maggie's mess to deal with" Nick had a point there. There came a very high pitched moan from inside, coming from Maggie. Nick and I both stared at each other, a little stunned at what we heard, but we couldn't help but start laughing. "I honestly never believed Roger was ever able to satisfy a woman, but I guess I've been proven wrong" He said.

I snorted. "Shut up! They're gonna hear you!" We heard another noise, only this time it was a deep groan, obviously coming from Roger. The two of us began laughing even harder.

"Ronnie, are you still out there?" We heard Maggie asking.

"Oh, shit, run!" I said before Nick and I both bolted. Once we were plenty ways away, we both broke out in laughter again until our stomachs began to hurt.

...

Evening time came around. We all decided to have a fire and lounge around it while we all just drank and talked. The faint sound of music coming from the record playing in Steve's radio served as background noise. Maggie and I shared a lounge chair. She sat in between my legs and leaned back against me. I combed my fingers through her hair, massaging at her scalp.

Roger was sitting in the chair beside us. Every once in awhile, I would glance at him. He had been staring at Maggie and I for quite sometime. I could see the jealousy in his eyes, even in the dimness of the glow of the fire. He was probably jealous of the fact that Maggie could sit like this with me, but she couldn't with him.

"I have some news for you lot" Steve had announced. We all looked at him, giving him our undivided attention. "You've been asked to do a soundtrack for a film that is being made" While everyone else voiced their excitement at the thought, I could see Roger rolling his eyes. Seems like someone wasn't too fond of doing a soundtrack album.

"What's the film, then?" Maggie asked.

Steve proceeded to explain. "From what I've been told, it's about a young hitchhiker in Ibiza that meets an American girl. They fall in love and take drugs together"

"And when exactly would we be recording this album?" Roger asked.

"After the tour ends and you go back to the studio in January. So that gives you about five months to come up with some songs" After Steve finished his spiel about the new album, Maggie had excused herself to go for a smoke. I noticed that when she walked past Roger, she discretely touched his arm, indicating for him to follow after her. He waited several minutes, before announcing that he himself was going for a smoke, and he followed after Maggie.

"What do you think those two are doing when they sneak off like that?" Rick wondered out loud. Nick and I glanced at each other, as we were the only ones who knew what they really did.

"Maybe they really are just going for a fag" Nick said.

"Do you think they're shagging?" David had suddenly asked.

"They better not be" Steve spoke sternly.

"What's really the harm if they decide they want to?" I decided to ask.

"Pushing the fact that they are both in relationships aside, you just don't sleep with your bandmates" Steve explained. "It can complicate things, especially if deep feelings get involved. If Roger and Maggie did get involved, who's to say they won't have a huge fight and end things on a sour note? It would make working together difficult. And I'm not saying anything, but there is the concern of jealousy as well. Maggie's quite an attractive woman and I know you would all jump at that chance if you could" I noticed that David shifted a bit in his seat after Steve said that. "So it's best that none of you do"

With all that being said, Steve had excused himself for the night, saying he had a bit of work to do. With him gone, I decided to ask my question. "Is it true what Steve said? Do all of you find my sister to be attractive?" They went silent as if they didn't want to answer my question. "Boys, it's alright if you do. It's not like you'd be saying anything I haven't heard before"

There was a collective yes that came from all of them. "Though I'm pretty sure David does want to shag her" Nick said.

"I do not!" David tried to deny.

Rick began to laugh. "Come on, we can all see that way that you look at her when she's dancing on stage"

David sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I can't help it, alright? She's just..." A smile grew on his lips. "She's just so incredible and beautiful. If she wasn't married, I think I would've made a move by now"

"Roger would strangle you if he heard you say that" Nick joked.

David scoffed. "Rog has no claim over her"

"No, but he would say that he does, considering he was the one that found her and brought her into the band" Rick said.

"No one has any claim over my sister" I made very clear. "Not even Billy does" Even though he apologized for it, I was still a little peeved over the fact that Roger thought he was entitled to my sister, just because he was in love with her.

Roger and Maggie had returned. Roger was looking mighty pleased with himself and Maggie's hair was a little bit of a mess. Maggie sat with me again and I noticed the fresh mark on her neck. That wasn't there before she left, so it was no doubt Roger's doing. "You two sure took your sweet time" Nick mentioned.

Roger shrugged. "We were just having a smoke while we chatted" Maggie was about to say something but that sound of a phone ringing interrupted her. It was coming from our cabin, meaning that it was most likely Billy calling her. She groaned in annoyance and excused herself to go answer it. "You think that's Billy calling her again?" Roger asked, sounding bitter about it.

"Who else would call her Rog?" Rick asked.

"Jude doesn't even call me as much as he calls her" Suddenly, we could hear yelling coming from the cabin. I don't know what Billy said to her but whatever it was, it really set her off.

"That doesn't sound good" Nick commented.

"It never does" David added. He was right. Every time Billy had called Maggie, she always ended up screaming at him. Their conversation had ended, with Maggie calling him "a selfish cunt" before we heard her slamming the phone on the receiver.

Maggie had ran out of the cabin, wiping off tears from her face. She ran past us, carton of cigarettes in hand. I was about to go check on her but Roger beat me to it, bolting out of his chair first and following after her. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. She's my sister. I'm supposed to be the one supporting her. I'm happy that Roger cares about her so much, but he has to realize that her world doesn't revolve around him all the time.

~m.r~

That prick. Where does he get off saying I'm the selfish one? He's the one who's selfish. He's a fucking selfish cunt. I sat down in the sand, placing my feet in the water. It was cold yet soothing. A presence came to stand beside me. I assumed it was my sister. "Ronnie, we can talk later, okay? I just want to be alone for now"

"If that's what you want, sunshine"

"No!" I protested, grabbing Roger's leg before he could leave. "Stay with me" He sat down with me.

"What did he say to you this time?" Roger asked me.

"He called me selfish because I don't call him enough and I'm never there when he calls me"

"You aren't the one being selfish, darling"

"You sure?"

"Of course" Roger pushed my hair behind my ear and then caressed my face. "Besides, how on Earth could you be selfish when you suck me off the way you do?"

I blushed at his dirty talk. "Roger" I turned my head to look at him. He stared back at me, his lips curling upwards into a lovesick grin. "I love when you look at me like that"

Roger hummed. "Like what, sunshine?"

"Like I'm the only woman in the world"

"That means I have to keep every other man away from you then" He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. "You're mine, darling. That idiotic husband of yours be damned"

"I'm gonna file for divorce when we go back" I spoke suddenly.

Roger pulled his hand from my face and stared at me in shock. "You mean that?"

I nodded. "I don't love him any more. Not in the way that I love you"

Roger grinned again. "Christ, love. You don't know how happy I am to hear that!" He grabbed my face again and kissed me hard. "I love you so fucking much"

"I love you too" I repeated to him. We didn't return to the others. We just stayed, kissing in the sand. I really was ready for that divorce. Roger is the one I want to be with and I was absolutely sure of that. I just wish I knew now how difficult it would be getting that divorce, because as you will soon learn, it wouldn't be easy for me.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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sinnaminsuga · 4 years ago

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Focus

Title: Focus

Summary: your husband Henry wants a quickie in the laundry room while the kids are asleep.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word Count: 1,095

Warnings: SMUT, light bondage, daddy kink, light degradation, dom!henry

A/N: hello! i'm trying to work on my writing skills and i'm not great at writing smut (i'm trying to get better!) so here we go! this is something i had originally started writing for a different fandom i was in a while ago but it just wasn't right so i reworked it and added some stuff and i think it's better now! let me know what you think and thank you for reading! ☺️

Tags: @inlovewithhisblueeyes @littlefreya @oddsnendsfanfics @its--fandom--darling

All three of your rowdy children were settled down for a nap in the middle of the day which in your home, almost never happened. And now that you had a moment of peace your brilliant husband Henry had suggested a quickie while you were loading the washer.

“Really? Right now Bear?” you questioned, blowing your hair out of your face. “Yeah why not? The kids are sleeping so no interruptions.” he said, his voice low and gravelly. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was sexy as all hell making those bedroom eyes at you. So you agreed and you two started to go at it right there in the laundry room.

About fifteen minutes in Henry realized, midstroke, that you weren’t as responsive to his actions as usual. “Darling, you okay?” he asked. “Hmm? Me? Oh yeah! Loving it! Having a great time! Keep goin’ sweetie!” you said, distracted. Henry stilled inside you and his brows furrowed together.

“What could you POSSIBLY be thinking about while I’m balls deep inside you?” he asked, clearly growing annoyed. You began to list the things on your mind. “Bear, I literally have so many things to do. I have to do the laundry, the dishes, meal prep for the kids, grocery shopping, and don’t get me started on this whole carpool thing with Karen- OH!” In the middle of your speech Henry had grown even more annoyed and had slammed his dick directly into your g-spot in an attempt to shut you up. “Jesus christ Hen, warn a girl next time!” you hissed.

Henry’s hand snaked up around your throat and he put his mouth against your ear. “See here is how this is gonna go. I’m gonna stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you from talking. Then I’m gonna flip you over and tie your hands together with this extension cord.” he pointed to the cord sitting on the shelf next to you. “And once you’re good and bound for me just how I like, I’m going to pound this pussy until you’re begging me to stop. And you my dear, are going to take everything I give you like the good little cockslut you are. Okay?” he growled through clenched teeth. At this point all your worries and tasks that were previously running through your brain, came to a complete stop. All you could do was nod and let out a quiet moan of approval as you waited for him to move.

Henry pulled out of you and reached down to the floor to grab your discarded panties. He tapped your lips before whispering “Open up love.” Your lower jaw dropped open and he gently shoved the wadded up fabric into your mouth. “Moan for me sweet thing.” He demanded while reaching down to rub your clit. You moaned and the sound was muffled. “Mmm so good. Sound so pretty when you’re gagged for me.” Henry said with a wicked grin.

He then grabbed your hips and flipped you over so you were bent over the washing machine. Reaching up he grabbed the cord from the shelf and tied a nice knot around your wrists, giving them a quick tug to make sure you couldn’t break free. “Perfect. You ready for me baby?” He asked. Since you couldn’t speak, you nodded excitedly. Satisfied with your answer, he lined up with your entrance and slammed home.

You attempted to cry out but the sound was blocked by the panties in your mouth. Henry was pistoning his hips so quickly that the washer began to rock a bit.

“Yeah? You like that huh? You like just being used don’t you? My pretty little fucktoy. God how’d I get so lucky to marry the sweetest little submissive?” Henry groaned, continuing his assault on your g-spot. Your eyes had rolled back in your head and you were whining as best you could.

“That’s right. Keep making those cute little sounds. You love Daddy’s cock don’t you?” He hissed from behind you. You tried to answer but it was a garbled mess. You were so close to your orgasm and Henry knew it from the almost painful way your walls clenched around him. “You need a little something to help you over the edge darling? Don’t worry. I got ya.” He said with a dark chuckle.

Henry slammed his hand down on the ‘start’ button of the washing machine and it began to rumble. Your clit was pressed to the cool metal and you could feel every vibration. The tears in your eyes spilled over at the immense pleasure and Henry could hear you sniffle. “Aww are you crying sweetheart? Is my dick that good? Yeah it is. Keep taking it. You don’t cum until I say. You know the rules.” He reminded you before delivering a harsh slap to your ass. The pleasure was overwhelming. He hadn’t fucked you this hard in a long time and it felt so good. You wanted to cum so bad but knew his punishment would be ruthless if you broke the rules.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight sweetheart. AGH! Yes yes yes yes. So close.” Henry moaned, still hammering away. “Alright baby we’re gonna come together. You ready? FUCK. Now! Cum now baby.” He commanded and you finally stopped holding your orgasm at bay. You exploded around him and fell limp against the washer as Henry painted your insides with his hot seed.

After you both came down from your highs, he untied your hands and removed the panties from your mouth. He turned you around and lifted you up to sit you on the washer. He brushed the stray tears off your cheeks and brought your lips to his for a slow passionate kiss. “So good for me yeah? Been a long time since we’ve done that huh?” Henry huffed with a laugh, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggled before responding with “Yeah. Felt good. Missed that. Thank you Daddy.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead. “Well now I have to be the other kind of Daddy and go wake the kids up for lunch. But first let me run you a bath okay angel?” He lifted you off the washer, preparing to carry you to the bathroom. “Mmm sounds nice baby. Maybe we can have your mom take the kids this weekend. I need more of what just happened.” You rested your head on his shoulder as Henry began the trek upstairs to the bathroom.

“Anything for you dear.”

THE END

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diamondstuddedflunkies · 2 years ago

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Ahhh! Thank you to @lil-melody for tagging me, this is fun!

Are you named after anyone? Not really, but my middle name is passed down through my family.

When was the last time you cried? Probably last week, or the week before? I feel like it's emotionally cleansing to just have a good cry sometimes.

Do you have kids? No! I don't want any, I would be a terrible parent anyway haha... But if I did have any I would probably have one of those generic Jim Morrison posters hanging up, and they would think it was Jesus lol

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I'm a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to this, I use sarcasm sometimes when it's a joke. But too much, especially when it's not as a joke, makes me genuinely annoyed.

What's the first thing you notice about people? This is a tough one... maybe their eyes, and how they carry themselves.

What's your eye colour? Just plain brown, maybe light brown? I'm not complaining lol

Scary movies or happy endings? I like a mix of both. Scary movies with dark endings are honestly pretty great, idk why. My theory is that it just feels like a good break from the usual, like having a bad main character. There are some really great scary movies, too, I love a good shock- Tales From The Crypt legitimately made me scream during the first sequence haha. But I also like happy endings.

Any special talents? Not really, but I can raise one eyebrow and alternate it between eyebrows really fast. I can also spin my foot clockwise and spin my hand counterclockwise at the same time.

Where were you born? 'MERICAAA! jk I swear I'm not a weirdo-

What are your hobbies? I like playing guitar and putting together puzzles, random stuff lol. Sometimes I play an album and look up the chords to the songs, then play through the album on guitar for like 10 minutes straight... pretty fun haha

Have you any pets? OMG yes! The cutest little cat ever, his name's Smokey, and I think he's part Russian Blue. He has the best cat personality I've ever seen.

What sports do you play/have played? I never played sports, I always found them pointless, boring, or frustrating lol. No offense to people who like sports.

How tall are you? 5 feet, it's sad lol.

Favourite subject in school? I always liked math because it seemed the most logical and straightforward. Like, there's only one answer, so I can't screw up too bad.

Dream job? Hmm... would love to be an actor or singer, or something in the arts.

Tag 15? Let's see... @magicmorrison , @keefsteef , @datclassicrockfan42 , @itryandfeelthesunshine , @classicsneverdie , @lyn-winston-curtis , @wildestdreamcatcher , @furiousbirdballoon , @wannaseewhatshangin , @lizzywinst0n , ya'll are just off the top of my head but whoever wants to play!

#tag game

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verobatto · 5 years ago

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It's Always been You.

I love you

Destiel Meta. 15x18 meta.

Keeping the fire burning in our hearts, i can't believe what we just saw last night, and i have to keep screaming about this historical scene.

I wrote this meta with my friend's huge help @mrsaquaman187 , because we needed to talk more about body language. Because the scene was perfectly played by Jensen and Misha.

And i want to say thank you to my dearest friend @spnsmile because she made amazing gifs for this analysis. Love you girl!

Before start this meta, i want you to read a meta i wrote two years ago, and i want to share it again with you today.

Break the jar and do it again. The slow construction of Destiel Canon

Okay, now, let's start this journey...

Castiel's honesty at his purest form

I will analyze word by word, because this is historical, as I said before. So, let's rewatch the scene together, the scene in which Castiel released himself, and allowed for the first time, to be happy. (I want my angel back 😭).

“I always wondered, ever since I took that that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be, what...what my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer. Because the one thing I want...it's something I know I can't have."

Well, my friends, as I yelled in my Destiel meta you can find here, is canon now that Castiel was wondering what would it be to have Dean not just as a friend, but as a lover, and I'm.... Okay. (Internally screaming).

And damn @weird-dorky-little-deana and her post here in which I screamed again, this is it, my friends. Is perfect. Because is all along what I was suspecting... Remember 14x09, Pamela represented Dean's fem side, Dean's subconscious, so, in conclusion, Pamela was Dean talking to himself and saying :YOU WANT WHAT YOU CAN'T HAVE. Is because Dean thought CAS didn't love him back, and Cas saying he can't have Dean is a huge parallel because it shows the way it was constructed. Both men thinking they can't have each other. Is perfect and angsty and so romantic.

"But I think i know...I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having. It's in just being. It's in just saying it.”

This is such a deep thought and it talks about Castiel's maturity of character. He understood once for all, that loving Dean Winchester, feeling what he feels for him, and expressing that to Dean, is his true happiness. Because...

METATRON: "(...) You draped yourself in the flag of Heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human. Right?"

Dean didn't know it

Dean: “What are you talking about, man?”

Dean's question shows us he didn't know what Cas was trying to say, he didn't know Cas was about to confess his love for him, he didn't know Castiel loves him back the same way Dean loves him.

Cas: “I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken. You're...you're 'Daddy's Blunt Instrument.' And you think hate and anger, that's...that's what drives you. That's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it.

I just have to put everything in red because, OMG, people, this is Cas in the barn all over again but after 11 years of being with him and truly sees through him, and this is Cas in the golden room:

CASTIEL: What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion.

This time answering himself, this time, healing all the weight and the pain Dean could carry inside. Because Dean deserves to be saved. That's why Cas gave his life again for him.

Even now, with Billie outside saying IT AS ALWAYS BEEN YOU, and naming him like the rebel, Cas rewords all of that, and shows Dean why he is all of that, because he is GOOD.

Oh Lord, okay, everytime I see Cas smiling and saying those words i have to repress my tears, but...

"Since Castiel laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!"

No, sister, he was found.

Castiel is rewording each bad comment or mocking angels had done based on his romantic love for Dean, he is saying , yes since I met you in Hell, i was found, you changed me, I fell for you. Damn... Dean go get back this angel because I swear...

But now, i want to share with you my friend reading about their body language on this scene.

@mrsaquaman187 wrote:

"Here is interesting because usually with conversations like these Dean would get upset or strut around then disagree and blame himself for something. BUT he doesn’t do that this time. Which leads me to believe he knew what Cas was going to say... you can see his face stiffen, intense eye contact and he clenches his jaw. Which tells me he is MAKING himself listen. He knows what’s coming and he has made the decision to HEAR it."

@mrsaquaman187 wrote:

Gif 1:

"Here he’s trying to hold it together. He’s swallowing back tears because he wants to see this conversation through to the end."

Gif 2:

"Oh this one is fascinating because he’s not moving. This means he’s no longer trying to be sure of what Cas is saying. He definitely knows what he’s going to say. Also if you look at his eyes, his pupils are dialated. Fun fact: when you’re looking at someone you love, your pupils dialate."

If you are still alive, i just want to point how romantic is this, because he is saying that Dean changed him for good. And he is naming all their family, Sam, Jack, and humanity, the world. Dean. So practically, Cas is saying, Dean showed Cas how to take care of others. Damn...

But also....

ISHIM: The way you let those simians talk to you... Castiel, when did you get so gooey? You know why we're meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It's not because we're a danger to them. They're a danger to us. Case in point.

CAS: Well, my friendship with Sam and Dean has made me stronger.

Castiel rewording again, because he knows what Dean did on him, Dean changed him for good.

I Love You

@mrsaquaman187 wrote:

Gif 1:

"Hmmm this one is a mixture of disappointment and denile...he’s basically thinking “you can’t be leaving me again”. His slow blinking and calm appearance indicates that he’s sort of asking out of disbelief or denial."

Gif 2:

"My poor boy had so much to say! Here you can tell he realizes what Cas was saying...he gets the meaning but can’t get his response out. He starts with the head tilt which signifies endearment and fondness. He swallows hard which represents the nervousness he feels and the sadness he feels. And then you can see his lips twitch and turn into a light smile along with his eyes softening. So he understands that Cas is confessing to loving him. And he understands that Cas has been holding it in and hurting the whole time. Which is why he tilts his head. The hard swallow is because he’s being loved but wants to love back and has no idea how to express that. All he could manage was “don’t do this Cas” which along with the body language equals to “Cas don’t leave me”.

I'm crying again, damn...

Okay Dean is shocked, shocked because he just figured out Cas loves him, Cas had loved him this whole time!! Is a huge, huge revelation to him, because Dean didn't imagine his best friend would feel the same for him! That's why he always thought he couldn't have Castiel the way he wanted to.

"I can see the love inside of you, but is croaked in shame."

Shame because it was his best friend, a pure, beautiful angel, out of his league. But now... This angel is confessing he had been in love with him the whole time! And not just that but he dies after that!

Dean losing again the love of his life after knowing he loved him back, is a new level of shock and despair to him. So Dean's reaction is just accurate and perfect!

And the scene crying alone in silence, not answering Sammy's phone call is SO SO IMPORTANT! He forgot about Chuck, about the world ending, about everything, because he only could think about Cas, and how he just lost him, and how he loves him the way Dean loves him, this whole freaking time.

To Conclude:

This was the most beautiful Destiel scene until now, and i only hope for the second Destiel canon scene, in which Dean will said I LOVE YOU TOO to his angel, closing his ILY journey, and rescuing Castiel. Maybe with the reset button, maybe entering into the Empty. But this is not the end, my friends, is just their starting.

Hugs! Love you all!

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @emblue-sparks @magnificent-winged-beast @weird-dorky-little-deana @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976 @anarchiana @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @destielshipper221b @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @feathered-castiel @bre95611 @zoerayne2426 @justmeand-myinsight @that-one-fandom-chick @proccastinate @studio-hatter @pepevons @poorreputation @mrsaquaman187 @dizzypinwheel @jawnlockwinchester @dwstiel @thislunarkiss @ladygon @shippsblog @la-random-fangirl @lets-try-this-again-please @mychemicalobsession514 @destiel-shipper-11

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Buenos Aires November 6th 8:54 PM

#destiel #destiel meta #15x18 meta #spn spoiler #castiel meta #castiel #dean winchester #dean winchester meta #meta spec

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amazingorangedangantrash · 4 years ago

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Excuse me Orange. I have seen the posts of Makoto interacting with class 77 and as much as I would love to hear about it I'm really curious about how a relationship with class 79 and Makoto would be. More specifically Makoto and Kokichi.

Yes this is because I can't get the fic "Rosemary" out of my head. In summary, Makoto loses his memories and becomes a counsellor at a school in Germany after meeting Rantaro and adopts Kokichi. Besties Rantaro and Makoto with the disaster child that is Kokichi.

Hello anon! Thank you ever so much for being so polite and patient with me :). This post has been a long time coming, and people have requested it ever since I made those class 77 headcanons. I put it off partly because I was worried I wouldn't do the V3 characterisation justice. I based a lot of this off the wiki info, so I highly encourage anyone to add their thoughts or counter if they think of something different!

(Also since pre-game personalities are basically non-existent outside of headcanons, this is based off their killing game personas)

Makoto is excited to greet another school year, and some underclassmen along with it! With all the... interesting characters (turned friends) he's encountered in both his own and the above year, he can only wonder what the new students will be like...

Kaede- out of all the protagonists, I'd say Kaede shares the most similarities with Makoto, moreso than his own sister. These two would definitely get along and make a great tag team- watch out Hope's Peak, because these two will have befriended you before you know it! Makoto definitely admires Kaede's straightforwardness and her optimistic nature. They act as great support for each other if tag teaming another person/persons, as Kaede is bolder then Makoto, whilst Makoto acts well as a medium. They're both extremely loyal, arguably to a fault. Both Kaede and Makoto have lied in a class trial to protective their friend (a detective each time too, lmao). Apparently she also lied for his sake in the demo, which is sweet. I feel like they'd connect well over their mutual optimism and kind hearts. I think Makoto would convince Kaede to step out of her comfort zone- socially, she's very bold, but she strays away from activities that could affect her piano playing (by hurting her fingers) and can waste away a lot of time in the practice room. She misses out on a lot of potentially fun activities that way. On an outing with some others, she accidentally cuts her finger, and whilst Makoto apologises and tells her she was right to be cautious, she waves him aside. Despite being unable to play the piano for a few days, she fills her time with other activities and it actually... doesn't bother her so much. As an 'ordinary person', Makoto helps a lot of talented students by opening their eyes to seeing that their identity doesn't revolve around their talents. In return, Kaede offers to teach Makoto whilst he spends time with her in the practice room. Whilst piano is her favourite, she knows how to play other instruments, and teaches Makoto the violin (maybe you think he'd play a different instrument but violins are my favourite so I'm going with that-). They even practice together, and whilst Kaede still practices nearly every day, she finds that it can actually be even more fun with company.

Shuichi- ah yes, yet another detective. Makoto was initially surprised that they'd accepted another Ultimate Detective, since there's normally only one ultimate at a time in the school (aside from Luck, which is decided each year with a raffle or draw or whatever). It's revealed that Shuichi is actually undergoing part of a new tutoring programme, in order to increase the number of people with talents especially useful to society. He's to be tutored by his upperclassman... *drumroll* Kyoko! Being close with Kyoko and with Kaede, Makoto sees a lot of Shuichi and befriends him too. He helps out with Shuichi's lack of confidence and feelings of inadequacy. Unlike Makoto, Shuichi has an obvious role model that he both aspires to and compares himself against. Unlike Kyoko, Shuichi is much more connected to and feels responsible for the people his detective work condemns. Whereas Kyoko is confident in her goal to obtain the truth, in totally neutrality, Shuichi is hesitant about it, unable to feel unbiased and take a neutral stand. Makoto convinces him this is a good thing, that feeling guilt is normal and is a sign of being a passionate and sympathetic soul. Shuichi doesn't have to be the kind of detective Kyoko is- sometimes that kind of compassionate and caring person is exactly the mindset people want. He also reassures Shuichi that as painful as the truth is, uncovering it means being able to eventually move on, and embrace hope. (He also tells Kyoko to maybe be a bit more... /welcoming/ in their lessons, and eventually Kyoko grows quite fond of her student, discovering a fondess for teaching she didn't know she had).

They're both very humble and polite, and whilst Makoto isn't reserved, he can be very passive. I think the two would appreciate having more of a calm relationship, typical of a 'normal' friendship that is often er- 'lacking' at Hope's Peak. With Kaede's help, Shuichi would open up to Makoto and others over time. I personally headcanon Shuichi to have an anxiety disorder and depressive bouts, so I think someone like Makoto would be a great support friend, for him to go to when he needs company and comfort, someone to listen and to understand, and vice versa to an extent. I like to imagine Makoto, Shuichi and Kaede often spend time together (with Hajime too protag gang ftw). Shuichi likes to study in the music room with them. He's already good at research, but the music actually helps him... enjoy it more. (Maybe he takes up an instrument too, to give him a hobby to focus on, hmm).

Kokichi- Kokichi Ouma. Kokichi Ouma... what do I even say? Trying to wrap my head around his character is like trying to clear the death road of despair in your first try. Still, I'll try my best!

I've seen a headcanon before (i dont remember by who, if you know lmk and I'll credit them) that Makoto via his unpredictable luck would be immune to Kokichi's pranks, and I think that'd set up a pretty good basis for their introduction. I think if Kokichi and Makoto had to describe the other in one word, it would be... "frustrating". At first glance, they're practically opposites- someone like Kokichi, who seems to breathe lies instead of air, and a person like Makoto, who's so honest and open it's almost stupid. Makoto doesn't like how Kokichi lies so much, even if it means people hating him. He almost seems to WANT people to hate him (I think he said once that honest people scare him more than strangers). Makoto has a tendency to break down even the most difficult characters (coughcoguuh class 78 coughcofuh), and that both scares but intrigues Kokichi. Makoto couldn't hate him if he tried (literally the only person he ever even /disliked/ was Junko. Not /hate/, but just /dislike/? Really???), and it frustrates Kokichi that Makoto is so willing to trust him and put faith in him. Makoto isn't blindly optimistic either, he genuinely believes in people, and I think Kokichi would feel envious towards being able to trust so... freely. Part of Kokichi's childish and carefee personality and his perchance for lies is the manifestation of his desire for freedom. If no-one knows what he's thinking, if no one can guess his moves, if no one can use emotions or weaknesses against him, and he can do whatever he wants, isn't that freedom? Except it isn't. By not letting his guard down and being honest with people, in a way, Kokichi's lies have left him trapped, unable to open up out of a fear of vulnerability. Whilst Kokichi would be initially suspicious of Makoto, maybe even distrustful of or uncomfortable around his personality, I think having such a grounded, honest individual whom he can /rely/ on would be... comforting. Kokichi would warm up to him, and see that with Makoto, what you see is what you get. He's above all else, a /genuine/ person, though certainly not an ordinary one, and Kokichi learns to respect and even admire that. Kokichi intentionally pushes people away to avoid expressing vulnerability, by being intentionally unlikeable, but even so I think he's lonely. Pushing away others isn't out of a true desire to be alone (it never is), but a defense mechanism. That tactic wouldn't work on Makoto, and so Makoto could become someone who Kokichi not only considers a friend, but who wholeheartedly returns the sentiment.

Makoto isn't sure what to think of Kokichi at first. He's heard so much about this terrifying new student, an overlord of a secret underground organisation with roots all over the globe... and yet the first time they meet Kokichi is trying to drop a bucket of custard on him. I don't think Makoto would like how Kokichi lies so much- especially about things like killing people or sending them away to never be seen again. It upsets him how Kokichi can joke about it, and how he seems to enjoy toying with people's feelings. When Makoto has a goal, he'll follow it through to the end, so when he's determined to break through Kokichi's walls... well, it's not easy at first. He's also willing to keep Kokichi company and give him attention and hear him out, which Kokichi admittedly likes. Whilst Makoto isn't a pushover, he's also not going to threaten Kokichi or retaliate with mean words, he genuinely listens and entertains Kokichi even though he knows Kokichi is messing with him, which is.. really nice, actually. Even if he tries he can't really shake Makoto that much (pls after all the other -weirdos- people he's met?). Like oh-? They have to duel to the death with yu-gi-oh cards? It's lucky Makoto brought his stack with him! Kokichi orders him to play tea party with him? He loved playing it with Komaru when she was younger and was sad when she stopped! Kokichi tricks him into eating a really gross weird food? How did you know that was a family favourite! Kokichi is fond of Makoto, and is desperate to keep Makoto's attention on him, whilst at the same time not wanting to reveal his true feelings, leading to plenty of complicated situations. Eventually they reach a breaking point (i love drama ok) and whilst Makoto doesn't lash out at him, exactly, he admits that maybe it's best he leaves Kokichi alone, believing that maybe Kokichi truly is content to be the way he is. It's this event that causes Kokichi to realise that Makoto really is someone he'd rather not hurt- that he doesn't just 'like' him but truly cares for him. From then on he tries to dial it down a bit, and Makoto comes to understand how Kokichi's lying and 'cruelty' stems from a place of insecurity and fear of trust. He promises to be a person Kokichi can trust, to show him that vulnerability doesn't have to mean gettint hurt. Whenever the two are around each other all kind of wacky hijinks are bound to ensure, really. Kokichi loves having someone around to not only give him attention, but want to as well, and Makoto enjoys how Kokichi is willing to spend time with and entertain him, pushing him and supporting him in ways that he didn't realise initially. They both find the other extremely interesting, and their encounters usually lead to significant changes in their relationship and mindsets.

I like to imagine they'd spend time playing games and fanboying together- Kokichi adores video games, and it always poses a challenge going against Makoto's luck, which is great for someone competitive as he is. Kokichi also seems a fan of the shounen genre, and 'basic' Makoto is the only other person in the school aside from Hifumi and Tsumugi to even watch anime so you know those two nerds geek out constantly. Kokichi likes to play other kinds of games with Makoto too- and they really like word games- especially two truths one lie. Makoto is... suprisingly good at it. He's pretty poetic, and his genuineness makes it hard to disbelieve him. Which makes it all the more fun when going against Kokichi!

Rantaro- how would these two describe each other in 5 words? "A breath of fresh air". They're both some of the "normal-est" in the school tbh. It's really great for both of them to have someone to do normal teen stuff with. They love going shopping together, hanging out at cafes and arcades. They actually meet when looking for a birthday present for their sister(s). They both reach for the same one before apologising and insisting the other have it. Rantaro insists Makoto take it, since, well, it's not like /his/ sister would get it anytime soon... confused, Makoto asks why and somehow Rantaro ends up confessing the whole thing about his sisters' disappearances, and how he always buys a present for each of their birthdays, waiting for the day when he can give them to them in person. (Pls why does this always end up with makoto counselling the students akdhsjsj-). Makoto could definitely sympathise, having a younger sister of his own. I think they'd bond over that "older brother" role they share, and Makoto would definitely help alleviate some of Rantaro's guilt. I like to imagine that Makoto, whilst being a 'typical teenage boy', also has a lot of feminine interests that he might be a bit insecure about. I love the idea of Rantaro encouraging him to embrace that (guy has like 12 sisters, he gave up feeling shy about makeup, nail polish, jewellery and dressing up in tiaras years ago). Rantaro is the first person to paint Makoto's nails and he loves it so much-!!! They go out for boba together and wear matching green nail polish pls its awesome. Rantaro also tells Makoto stories from when he was travelling and its also amazing- Makoto loves hearing all about it, and Rantaro is actually an incredible storyteller. Though Rantaro initially adventured to find his sister(s), he remembers why he loved travelling in the first place, and he's able to look back fondly on those memories that used to be clouded with the despair of his sisters' disappearance. They even go on vacation together to a tropical island at some point (maybe with friends). I'd like to say Makoto's luck might even lead to them finding one of the sisters, but maybe that's a bit too coincidental ahaha.

Miu- hmm. I think Makoto would be a little put off at first by her vulgarity and very openly sexual and crude behaviour. It's not that he dislikes her, he just isn't really sure... how to react around her? Her and Kaede don't get along, and Makoto often finds himself playing peacemaker when he stumbles upon their arguments. To his surprise, though, she seems to actually... like it when they fight? In fact- she seems to like it when people give her the time of day at all, really. Maybe she's just... lonely? And well, she can be a bit... um- /obnoxious/, but she can't be that bad! Making him go to see her weird (weird) inventions, that must be her way of reaching out and trying to spend time with him, right?

And then she starts calling him "Ma-crap-to", "Naegidiot", "Makusoto", and "Na-unchi"

nevermind she sucks

Makoto, with his saintly patience, would probably end up getting closer to her similar how Shuichi does in his FTEs. (I'll be honest there's not much difference I can think of akdjsjjssksj-)

Kaito- Kaito! Who doesn't love Kaito. It's no secret Kaito thinks himself the centre of the Universe (insert space joke here haha)- he's the protagonist of his own life, and luckily for him, Makoto fits quite nicely into the sidekick role. Both of them are passionate, with big hearts and strong spirits. Kaito is really good at seeing through people too- (idk how accurate this is but apparently in the wiki it says he sees that Nagito isn't interested in his talent or him as a person so much as him as a symbol). Whilst Makoto obviously has a lot of respect and admiration for all the talented students, I feel like it's a lot more... genuine? In a way that he can appreciate the person behind the talent, more than the talent itself. Kaito is someone who likes to inspire people and I think this would resonate with him. I think the two could seriously get along! They're both hopeless (haha) romantics and stupidly optimistic lmao. Kaito can be a little hotheaded at times, so I also like the idea that Makoto could calm him down, or at least reel him in a bit. He's stubborn when it comes to... um.. certain types of people (kokichi) so maybe Makoto could open his mind a bit.

Maki: MAKI ROLLLL. Ok I'm sure she'd probably have to hide her talent until it all came out at some point. I think Makoto is someone who's very against killing (even Junko he believed there was a better way for), so whilst he wouldn't agree with her talent, I think he wouldn't hold it against Maki, especially because he's very good at separating person from talent. Makoto is very understanding, and I think that like with Kaito, he would try to befriend her and open her up. He'd probably feel bad for her, not knowing what a "normal" life was like, so he'd try his best to do that. I think Maki in turn would appreciate that, and slowly get to know him like she did with Kaito and Shuichi. (She also likes complaining to him about Kaito lmao).

(he also takes her out for sushi so she can see for herself what a harumaki is LOL)

I'm sorry anon, this is as far as I could go aksnjjssj. When I feel up to it I'll try and make a part 2 to this, but I hope this is good for now?

(Also that fic sounds awesome and I'll definitely have to read it at some point)

#makoto naegi #v3 #drv3 #makoto + class 79 #anon #my post

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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i loveeee your first write abt Jisung omgggg he is like one of my BIGGEST bias wrecker of all time so i was like WOAH THERE,,,, and i was so hooked on your writings i wanna see more 👀 if you have free time can i please ask for a Jeonghan smut where he is your rival in everything let's say at school and u didn't actually like him at first but he kinda flirts and idk I'm just so into Jeonghan's cocky behavior these daysss he's making me feel thiiiiiiingsssss 😩❤️

ahh thank you anon you are so so sweet! ♡ I’m so happy that you liked my Jisung stuff! I love writing for that boy hehe and thank you so much for requesting love!! this is my first seventeen ask I’m so so excited to write more of them in the future! my brain really took this one and rannnn with it, it ended up a bit harder than I intended, I hope that’s okay and I hope that you enjoy it!

what i want most |reader x jeonghan |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x yoon jeonghan

Genre: lil bit of smut, lil bit of angst

Tags: harddom!jeonghan, bratty!reader, enemies (competitors) to lovers, college au, jeonghan being our fave cocky boy, bestfriend!seungcheol, mentions of school work, slow-ish burn, masturbation (reader), use of degrading names, dumification, hook-up, choking, marking, spanking, facefucking, gagging, use of safe symbols, nipple play, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, sex in a study room

Word count: 4k

Someone told you once long ago that hate is a strong word. Apparently, they had never experienced loathing before. To you, hate always seemed to be something playful, something a little teasing. When your best friends would mock you for the most insignificant things, you would say “cut that shit out. You know that I hate you right?”

Loathing is much more fun. Loathing holds more of an edge. Loathing keeps you up at night, and lingers in your mind. Loathing digs into your skin like a papercut, coming back to sting later when you stretch your skin. Loathing made you feel all twisted up inside. This one super-massive emotion is one that clings to you and makes you jealous and irritable, and the best of all, competitive.

You don’t know what you would be without loathing...if not for him.

But as much as you loathed him, he was the perfect elixir of sugar-coated poison.

He kept you up at night. He lingered in your mind.

Everything about you, he had to do too. You didn’t know at this point if it was some kind of joke, or that the two of you had miraculously been crafted to be just that similar.

Since the day that you had met him three years ago in undergrad, there wasn’t one class that the two of you didn’t share. Every single job that you applied to, he would apply to as well. Each professor that you would introduce yourself to, the next day he would be cozied up next to them talking about some kind of bullshit and pretended to care about their personal lives. He even chose the exact same grad program as you.

When the two of you graduated, it was him who sucked in his lip, never breaking with your eyes when he received higher honors than you. He probably loathed you too.

That would keep you up at night too.

There were other things about him as well that would creep into the corners of your sleep deprived brain. You would stare into the darkness of your room, eyes glued to the ceiling with your mind exploring shameless answers.

During these dark nights, your hand would absentmindedly cascade down your body, snaking your fingers down the soft of your skin. Behind your eyes, it was him sending shivers down your body. It was his lithe fingers, not yours, that would reach down to your aching sex to pleasure you into all the fantasies that only remained within the confines of your own mind. Before you would climax, it was his name that you whispered out into the air, not even knowing that you did.

“Jeonghan.”

•·················•·················•

“Are you going to finish that, or what?”

Seungcheol rummaged around your bag of chips that were barely touched.

Your highlighter skimmed over your page, you twisted the writing utensils around in your hand to scratch down a note with your pen. Truthfully, you hadn’t heard him.

“...I mean, if you don’t, I will. Can’t let stuff like this go to waste.” He held the bag in his lap, happily crunching away and tapping his foot a little.

“--Can you chew quieter?”

“...Me?”

“Yes, you.” You bopped him softly on top of his wavy caramel hair with your marked up article.

Seungcheol cringed and rubbed the top of his head as if you had hit him with something much denser than a stack of paper.

“In my defense, there isn’t really a quiet way to eat chips.” He popped another one in. “Are you gonna be done soon? It’s too...still out here.”

“You’re the one that suggested coming here!”

His puppy-like face turned combative. “I did!...only because I think it’s pretty though.” Your friend shied away, trying to uphold his promise of “chewing quieter,” and subsequently failing.

He wasn’t wrong however, the courtyard in the middle of the library was very pretty, and you had been glad that he had suggested the two of you take lunch there. Inside the square shaped yard, a few trees had been planted with low swaying branches of little oval shaped leaves. There were hedges and a myriad of flowering plants with petals that were pink or yellow or purple. Somehow the little square was untouched by sound, save for a couple songbirds. Had you not a copious amount of work to take care of, you would have admired it all for hours.

“--And to answer your question, no, I will not be done soon. Sorry. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

Seungcheol cooly threw one of his arms over the silver outdoor chair next to him, shaking you off. “I don’t mind. I don’t have anything else that I really wanna be doing right now.”

“--Your thesis maybe?” You crashed your knee into his under the table and threw him a teasing smirk.

“I said, anything that I want to do.”

You nabbed one of your chips back. “Suit yourself then.”

The door to the courtyard clicked, followed by the creak of the old library door. Such a metallic sound stole the tranquility of the whole space.

“Y/n.”

Jeonghan came floating behind you, dressed in his usual attire: some type of glamorous pairing of dress pants and a button down as well as shoes that looked as if they had just been shined. He wore some kind of cologne that draped after him with a dizzying type of efflorescence. Everything about him was meticulously planned, down to the few purposefully unkempt strands of chocolate brown hair on his forehead.

He craned his neck a little to see your messy scribbles.

“You’re reading Nebasifu?”

Jeonghan leaned over you, tracing a finger over the neon orange highlights you had made. He shocked you with how close he had let himself get to you, practically encapsulating you in his arms. You found yourself staring into his neck, that floral scent forcibly permeating your air.

“Hmm.”

He hummed as he read over your notes. “Interesting conclusions right? The fact that in governance we create more problems when trying to solves the ones we have already made? It’s all so circular isn’t it?”

Your sweating palm crunched the paper out from under his fingertips.

“--Really interesting. I’d like to finish it...if you please.” While your words were polite, but they still bit.

“I can recommend more similar readings if you’re interested?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for the offer.”

“If it doesn’t make sense, you can always reach out, we can talk it through...I’ve found that discussing--”

“--I said that I’m fine. Nice talking to you Jeonghan.” You cast your eyes down to your paper and attempt to slow your viciously beating chest.

fucking leave. You pleaded, knuckles turning white around your pen.

“Alright then. See you later.” He straightened his glasses upon his nose bridge. “I look forward to hearing what you have to say about the topics later.”

He swept his hand lightly across your back. It was the most fleeting of gestures, but your entire body froze from it.

Jeonghan situated himself at one of the benches and drew out a book. He sat in the direct beams of the afternoon sun. The brown wisps of hair that hit the light looked nearly golden. You loathed that he was breathtaking without even really trying.

Seungcheol grinded his teeth, muttering out, “Fucking creep. He can’t talk to you like that.” Even quieter, “I’ll take him out for you if you want me to.”

You stifled a laugh. You couldn’t help your eyes which would flutter over to him like it was forbidden.

“No, don’t do that. But thank you ‘Cheol.”

“I’ll do it! I swear...”

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Jeonghan had a terrible habit. Not like it was particularly distracting, it was just something that you had taken notice of. From where you would sit nearly across the room from him, he would remove his glasses, then rest one of the temple tips between his lips. Sometimes, the click of his teeth would meet the plastic. It was a simple action, but the way that the little curve would rest on the pink of his lips made your mind wonder...the poison that would leave those same lips couldn’t have been real; not when they looked so sweet.

“--anyone want to share what they got out of the readings and case studies? What can we learn about our interference and the sovereignty of other states?”

You were only partially paying attention when Jeonghan silently rose his hand.

“I think that Y/n had a particularly interesting oponion on this. We were discussing this previously.” He curved his body around to meet your eyes which had already been inspecting him.

With an expectant crossing of his arms, your professor approached your desk. “Y/n?”

Everyone’s eyes were on you, but Jeonghan’s burned with the hottest flame.

You took your shaking hands into your lap, then gave your oponion as eloquently as you could, swallowing down your nerves. As usual, you were perfectly well spoken, as you knew you were. The professor nodded along with each point of your argument.

“--Very well articulated Y/n. And your counterpoints are provoking as well.” He finally turned to pace away. “Would anyone like to expand?”

Your professor’s body mass moved, revealing Jeonghan’s nearly sinful prideful smile. It was like he had given you a test, and you had passed magnificently. With the cock of his head, he mouthed,

“that was lovely.”

“I’d like to expand.” He piped, removing his glasses. Just as he always would, he tapped them between his lips, letting the skin fall a little by them. You had noticed it before, but they were smooth and plump. “I think that Y/n is correct...in many ways, but some points are a bit misguided, I would argue....”

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[09:23 pm]

cheol: you coming back anytime soon? i can’t believe you’re doing this to me on a friday. is it really that serious?

[09:26 pm]

me: need I remind you that you should probably be here with me? thesis papers don’t write themselves.

cheol: and I should remind YOU that we literally just got off break? they aren’t due for months.

i know what you’re trying to prove.

it’s not worth it.

what does that asshole have over you?

“--Shouldn’t you be back at home with that golden retriever of yours?”

Jeonghan’s pen tapped at your table, white sleeves rolled up. The day had taken it’s toll on him. The bags under his eyes proved that even someone as picturesque as him could still be effected by your long days. Nevertheless disheveled, he was just as alluring.

“And shouldn’t you be flirting with one of your students?” You clicked your phone off.

“Cute. Luckily I’m not one of the desperate ones starving for the attention of the little undergrads. That's a different kind of pathetic.”

“Hmmm. I just thought that it was the attention that you were after.” Heat rose to your ears while you breathed your beating heart down.

"Who doesn’t like attention? Especially if it’s from the right people...speaking of undergrads...”

Jeonghan’s slender neck twisted to eye the obnoxious group of students huddled up on a table, giggling and making a mess of their snacks.

“You’re studying out here? I can’t even--”

“--I appreciate the concern, but you’re not helping my focus either.”

“Am I...distracting you?” Jeonghan swept his warm brown hair to the side with the cock of his eyebrow.

You shook out a sigh. “Yes.”

“You don’t have an office?”

“Department didn’t have any more.”

“I’ve got a study room that I host study sessions in. You want to use it?”

“You’re offering to help me?”

“Listen, I know how hard our program can be, and I appreciate how hard you work. You deserve a quiet place to work.”

“Are you complimenting me?”

“Don’t make me change my mind...and what would I do if the competition suddenly dropped out?” He tapped the table with his fingertips. “That wouldn’t be very much fun.”

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Jeonghan’s study room was simple, just like all the others in the library. It was stark, white, the tables were a bit banged up and the white board was riddled with little ink remnants. There were glass windows nearly everywhere so you could overlook both the outdoors and the rest of the library on the opposite wall. As the two of you entered, he calmly closed all the blinds.

“No distractions right?” He looked back to you.

“...do you have something that you need to get done too?”

“Not really. I’ve submitted a good chunk of my thesis for review.”

Of course he had.

“I’m just waiting to hear back.”

He crossed the room to sit directly next to you, slinging his legs up on the table and taking out that same book from earlier: it had some pretentious title that you had never heard of before.

“Don’t mind me.” He chided your straying eyes. “I’m only staying to lock the door after you.”

“I-I’m not...” Your eyes feel back to your computer and you typed at your keyboard just to fill the sound of the quiet room.

Sitting this close to you, you could smell that dizzyingly sweet smell of his again.

You loathed him for the way that he could be doing nothing and you could be enthralled in merely that.

Jeonghan’s eyes didn’t leave his page. “The more that you look at me, the less you’re working.”

You hadn’t even noticed.

“I guess I’m more distracting than I thought.”

Furious heat rose from the pit of your stomach to the tips of your ears.

“What the hell do you get off on?” You spat.

He calmly placed his book on the table. “What are you referring to?”

“For the past three years, you haven’t left me alone for a single second, you-you always do everything that I do like you’re on some kind of sick quest to prove that you’re better than me, better than anyone else--”

“--You think that I’m copying you?”

“Wha-what else would you be doing?”

“--Getting an education? God, you think that I’m the attention whore, aren’t you hearing yourself?? You must think that I’m obsessed with you.”

“What is it then? A superiority complex so fucking huge--”

“--You’re asking what it is that I want?”

You nodded back with heaving breaths.

“What I get off on? Well...” Jeonghan chuckled a little and raked his hands through his brown strands. “You don’t deserve to know. But there is one thing that I’ve wanted for a while that I haven’t been able to get my hands on. I suppose that’s what I want most.”

“And that is?”

Tentatively, he rose his hand nearer to you, saying nothing, his aura shifting from cocky to intrigued. At first, his fingers traced over the skin of your hand as if he was drawing little pictures into it. After he brushed his hand up your arm to weave a little strand of your hair around his fingers.

“I said you don’t deserve to know.”

You must have been in a daze; some kind of waking intoxication before your thoughts could catch up with your actions. It was almost as if you weren’t thinking anything at all, but where acting on prime instinct. Your whole body screamed with utter frustration: every word that he spoke to you make you loathe him even more, you wouldn’t ever let him get away with it.

There was something that you too wanted most, no matter how abhorrent it was.

Your thighs squeezed into his sides where you had straddled him in his chair, holding on to him so tightly it hurt your muscles. The haste on your lips on his was messy and hot, a smearing of skin and teeth crashing together with fury, tongues rolling off eachother with an undeniable hunger. His arms didn’t wrap around you but rather clawed in your hair, pulling slightly at the roots while he pulled you in impossibly close. The mixing of your gasping breaths together where whiny and yearning. As he kissed into you, his lips curled into a devilish smile.

In your arousal, you shoved your hips into his lap, grinding down into your excitement and seeking some from him. To your surprise, you could feel his hardening dick which only made you weaker. All the hundreds of little fantasies that you had held so secret started to dance in your mind; your darkest thoughts pleaded for him to destroy you, to ravage you, just as you had imagined.

Jeonghan’s lips tore from your own which he had worked until they were swollen. He mouthed down your jaw to your neck, sucking at the skin with no chance of mercy, he pulled and sucked until you could only pathetically beg for him to slow down for fear of him breaking the skin.

He stopped immediately to pull your shirt over your head and pick up his work there. The wet of his gorgeously plump lips on your skin was as perfect as you had imagined and it sent shivers echoing through all your limbs.

“Jeong-Jeonghan--”

This time you perfectly aware that it was indeed his name that would escaping off your tongue.

“You dumb slut, you thought I didn’t know that you wanted me?”

“You-you want me too?”

Jeonghan worked at the buttons on your pants.

“Wanting implies that I like you. What I want most is to make you my toy. There’s a difference.”

You mumbled out the words knowing exactly how he would take them. “I’m not a fucking toy.”

Jeonghan tsked and unbuttoned his own shirt. “You don’t get to decide that.”

You drew your fingers down his model-like toned chest, marveling in the pink lines. Jeonghan grunted in response, taking you by the underside of your thighs to throw you down on your back against the hard plastic. Once he had the chance, he ridded you of your bottoms, running his hands up your inner legs to send you reeling. For a couple seconds, you could have sworn that he had stopped to admire your body, but he wouldn’t let you tell too easily.

“That door isn’t locked.”

“What? Are you scared that someone could walk in? Scared to for someone to see you all splayed out like this?” He rose to kiss up your stomach and up to your nipples. He flicked them between his fingers. “To have someone see me making a wreck of you?”

“N-no.”

With saliva drying on your sensitive buds, they turned hard in seconds when they met the air. Jeonghan wasn’t hesitant to pull at them with his teeth slightly, making you whine for him even more.

“What should I do to you first?”

One of his hands trickled down your body to palm at your quivering sex, slick with your excitement for him and aching for the smallest of touches.

“You want it that bad? Stupid whore.”

Your hand ventured down to tease at his own dick over the fabric of his slacks.

“You want it that bad?”

“Get off.” He growled at you, then took you by the arms to jerk you off of the table and onto your knees at the floor. Under your knees, the burn of the carpet stung. His belt buckle jingled a little as he hooked a finger in to remove it. Afterword, he shook his pants off followed by his briefs, springing loose his twitching member with the tip pink. He combed his fingers through your hair while he tapped his dick against your lips.

“Fucking take it.”

You would have fought him on it, but you succumbed out of your pure curiosity over his girth.

At first, you coaxed him into your mouth, not going in too deep as you were fearful about his length. Regardless, you took him in as best as you could, hollowing out your cheeks and throat, sucking with your lips and grabbing at his legs.

Jeonghan hissed out a sigh, letting himself fall further into the warmth of your mouth. He pushed at your head slightly, bringing you in just deep enough to trigger your gag reflex.

“Mmm there you go.” He cooed.

You kept going as he liked it, gradually working up in pace while it got a bit harder and harder for you to catch your breath.

“That’s as deep as you can go? Can’t even take a dick into your throat?”

His grip on your head tightened.

Jeonghan whispered, “Squeeze my leg if you want me to stop.” before helping your head all the way down, causing you to gag even harder and for tears to well in your eyes. “That’s more like it.”

He continued guiding your head, and slobber started to form around your mouth You felt so weak and pliable around him, he was thankless aside from the tiny moans he would let escape past his lips for you.

Usable as you felt, it was still a deliciously addictive feeling.

All at once, he tore out of your mouth to bring you back up to your feet. In seconds he had turned you around to bend over the plastic tabletop, elbows digging into the cool surface. By now, you were practically dripping for him with knees and legs weak from kneeling. He kicked your legs open farther, gifting your ass a piercing slap that stung, then another followed after.

“Hungry for my cock, hmm?”

He teased your entrance without warning, sending your body crumbling over the table into a mess of whimpers and curses clenched behind your teeth. His lithe fingers were your fantasy come to life.

“I-I can’t wait any longer...” You urged him on.

Jeonghan pushed your face into the table then slid his fingers above to curl around your neck. He encircled around the skin slowly, then dug in to close your airway. You choked out desperate little sounds, then he entered you carefully, making sure that you felt every part of him.

“Hmm. Pretty...” He allowed you. Even though it was just one word of praise, you reveled in it.

His pale fingers choked you harder for a few more seconds until he properly got his pace inside of you, letting go to hold you by your waist. Once again, he clapped his hand into your skin as he fucked into you. All you could manage to do with your hands was claw helplessly at the smooth tabletop seeking some kind of balance that was nowhere to be found. He grazed the deepest and most sensitive spot within you and you felt yourself nearly reaching your climax.

“I-is that all that you can do?” You turned his confidence back against him, spurring him on just as you had wanted. He snapped his hips even faster, groaning out as he neared his release.

“My pretty little fucktoy. You’re all mine? Got it?”

Jeonghan leaned over your back to pant the words into your ear.

“Fucking say it.”

“I-I’m...” Your focus was scrambled as your orgasm pooled within.

“I’m yours...your...pretty-mm-fucktoy.”

Jeonghan came inside of you with white heat, pulsating forcefully, with you following soon after while he milked himself with your walls. Even as you still came down, he rolled his hips into you over and over until your whole body was shaking helplessly.

“That’s right.” He pulled out, then pulled your legs apart to watch his cum fall out of your hole.

Jeonghan laughed to himself, “Thank you for giving me what I wanted.”

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rayshippouuchiha · 4 years ago

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Can I be honest?

Ao3 actually kept me from harm BECAUSE it hosted darker content that is well tagged.

Let me explain. I started my fanfiction days pretty young and in ff.net no less. I loved reading and I was curious. First thing I learned before going on the internet was from my father (the internet is not for kids, stay sharp, you going into an adult place, act like it). I was very careful but I was still curious.

So, I started small, but because of the ff.net tag mess I did get burned. A few times. Sudden violence, amputations, sex scenes (god i remember the lemon scale bs, as if i understood it in the first place) (this was before the purge). This was because all the well written fics were mostly in the M rating but had no specific tags so I had no idea if the M was for torture, cursing, or god knows what, I couldn't filter out anything.

Some of those things I still remember, they left a mark in a way, but that wasn't the writer's fault because they couldn't tag and I ignored the author note sections because most of the time it was just rambles of the author talking with the characters self-insert style or about their real life problems, how was I supposed to find a warning in that kind of mess? And that's on me.

In that period I kinda got introduced to sex, a thing that wasn't talked about around me in real life. I was already a bit older, so I read it no problem. Then got introduced to kinks and found them interesting.

That's where Ao3 comes in. I found it when looking at fic recs and saw a new internet address instead of ff.net. For me, it was the holy grail. I was still a young curious teen girl but suddenly had access to a whole library of cool shit. I read a lot of mainstream fics and switched between fandoms like a deck of cards. Then, I saw the E rating. I was interested and clicked. Clicked through the adult content warnings like a true kid lying about their age on the internet.

I saw tags galore! Now, for the first time I was, in a way, safe while exploring dark stuff. Because one fic on the same page was tagged underage (the characters were my age at the time) and was E, while a whole other E fic on the same page was graphic torture case fic and worse. And it was all tagged.

So there I went, looking at fic, going hmmm and deciding: oh that's interesting, ew no, oh that's gross, huh i wonder what that is, this sounds good, oh i love this, uhhhhh hmm should I risk it, OH HELL NO.

And that's the thing! I knew what I was reading! I could experiment with kinks and dark things in a completely safe environment of the fantasy world!

Ao3 in a way saved me from talking about these things with others and accidentaly falling into an actual predator's hands (think student/teacher dynamic, grooming), because my curiosity wasn't going away, I still would have looked sooner or later, and if it wasn't for the no-interaction interface of Ao3 (a story can't kidnap or molest you), I could have been hurt.

Like yeah, no shit, I know I'm lucky that my brain didn't get actual trauma from textual depictions of dark stuff I stumbled on in my early days, but what I did get was more valuable than the risk of trauma (also, you can't get trauma from a tag, but you could from the text that has the tag, so the reader is still the one responsible, they were warned what was inside the box and still opened it).

I got boundaries, squicks, hard no's, absolute limits, whatever people call them these days. I now know what I can deal with and what I can't. I know myself better and could now fight against a person trying to bend or break them. I read dark shit so I know what kind of emotions I get from them and in what circumstances (what I like in text pretty much never carries into real life (even the mild things like biting), surprise).

But purity police would look at my Ao3 history and scream their head off about how I'm a deviant roaming free to attack people like a rabid dog, because obviously I must secretly wish to do that in real life!

And then if they met me they would get the confusion of a lifetime! They would have this image of a sexual deviant/old as fuck creeper/freak and then see me, a 21 year old woman, a well adjusted and social individual who has NEVER and will NEVER hurt a fly, eating chips in bed and reading fucked up shit about fictional characters for entertainment.

Because that's the difference. It's not the average people reading fucked up shit that are dangerous to the public, it's the people who already were fucked in the head before reading anything. No story on this Earth can force you to commit a crime unless you already wanted to do it and were just looking for an excuse.

Case in point, the Dexter inspired murders ("it wasn't me it was the book, I am innocent, it was the evil book, as such I am not to blame, blame the author!") and the NUMEROUS video game related murders (oh no it's not the parent's fault they bought their unstable child a 18+ rated game, it's the game's/creator's fault!"

Fiction and Reality coexist and influence each other in various ways (propaganda, misinformation, stereotypes, false data), but not like this.

And do you guys know why? Because we have an instinctive moral compass, we know right from wrong, and anyone fooling themselves thinking "I would have never done that if this [media] didn't tell/force me to do it" are in fact lying. Again, they would have done it eventually or even wanted to do it already, they just found a viable excuse now, all free to use as a "get out of jail free" card.

Sorry for the long ask and for my English (non-native speaker), you can ignore this, I won't mind. Just got a bit ticked off at people blaming writers for shit they didn't do. So here is my perspective from a long time reader's point of view.

If all these works didn't make me into a monster after all this time reading, then maybe, just maybe, it's not the works' fault.

You bring up absolutely wonderful and important points darling. Thank you for sharing.

And your English is fantastic so don’t worry about it.

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takuyakistall · 5 years ago

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a break | floyd leech

anon asked: OH WOW this is some amazing writing! I love it! Can I get an one-shot order of Floyd and his s/o or crush (whichever you feel best for the story) going on a date to a carnival? I think it would be SO CUTE

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, maybe, floyd is cute

author's note: Hi, I finished this at like 3AM after having a Jade brainrot so this is unedited but I hope this is ok. Also, I decided to put an extra ending there since tweel supremacy. yes. thank you for reading.

You let out a huge sigh, packing up all your books and important papers inside your bag. It was already the end of classes for today and usually you'd be ecstatic, running around the halls to head to your dorm, desperate to get a feel of that soft mattress and fall asleep. Somehow, today was different from usual. You were tired. Your body felt heavy as you walked towards the door, feeling dizzy and light-headed. You weren't looking ahead when you felt like you bumped into someone. Stumbling back, you made no effort to regain your balance. You waited for the impact but it never came, instead, you felt someone wrap their fingers around your wrist and pull you up towards them. You bump into their chest and feel their breathing down your neck. "Koebi-chan~"

You looked up to see Floyd, the more infamous twin of the Leech twins. Usually, you would be ecstatic to see him since you developed a tiny crush on the said eel. Today, however, you weren't in the mood to deal with Floyd's unexpected antics so you stayed in the position you were in. His arms were around your waist, was it hugging or squeezing to Floyd? You didn't know. Floyd wasn't used to you showing such passive behaviour in front of him, and with him holding you tight in his arms no less! He expected you to push him away quickly but when you didn't, a spark of hope appeared in his eyes. He squeezed you a bit tighter before whispering, "Koebi-chan what's wrong with you today? Your reactions today are bo~ring! I want to see you run away." It was a lie. It was absolutely amusing to see you become so passive to the point that he was about to shake with excitement.

"Not today Floyd, I feel… tired." You said. Floyd showed you a face filled with concern before letting out a giggle, an idea popping into his mind. Your eyes were about to close but then you suddenly felt Floyd crouch down and carry you, bridal style. You let out a shriek as you wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid that he might suddenly drop you. You were wide awake, afraid of where Floyd might take you. You gave him a panicked expression that screams 'What are you doing!?'. Floyd needn't hear your voice to know what you were asking, he gave you a cheeky grin before dashing out the door and ran out in the hallway. "Comin' through!" He announced, with you in his arms. The crowd parted in a hurry as to not get hit by the running eel and to incur his wrath. Everyone knew that Floyd's temper was terrible and they would meet their doom if they were ever the cause of it.

Floyd took you near to your dorm building, The Ramshackle Dorm. He finally set you down, your legs felt like noodles and you stumbled a bit but Floyd quickly supported you. This was a bizarre turn of events, your headache worsened just trying to figure out what exactly happened. Floyd still had a huge grin on his face as he hid his hands behind his back, you were curious. "What are you hiding?" Your curious tone accidentally sounded accusatory and you couldn't help but wince at your own tone. Floyd was unbothered by your tone though. He took out his arms and it revealed two tickets he was holding, wait- this couldn't possibly mean-? "Koebi-chan~ You look tired lately, so I decided to give you a reward. Go on a date with me~?"

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Maybe going out on a date to the carnival with Floyd wasn't the brightest idea. You knew that there was going to be an abundance of kids there and yet you decided it was a good idea to bring Floyd there. Long story short, he looked intimidating enough to make a lot of kids cry. Mothers glared at him a lot and as someone who was accompanying him, it was a tad embarrassing to be walking around with him. Though those glares didn't stop you from enjoying your time with him. The both of you took a break from riding the rides the carnival had to offer and settled down on a bench near an ice cream stall. You stood up to buy ice cream for the two of you, you asked Floyd what flavor he preferred but only responded with a "I'll get whatever you get~". It made you blush a bit, you didn't know why but it sounded romantic somehow. Before your face gets red and Floyd notices, you decide to quickly run away. Leaving him in a confused daze.

You walked up to the man behind the ice cream stall, calling out to gain his attention and gave him your order. Two cones of your favourite ice cream flavor, you wondered if Floyd would like your selection. That single thought made you nervous as you made your way back to him. His expression brightened when his gaze fell on you, you smiled back. You sat next to him and handed him his cone, "Hmm? Oh~ Is this koebi-chan's favourite flavor?" He asked in a sing-song voice. You wondered if he was going to say that he didn't like it all- he's an unexpected man after all. You could never know what to expect when you're with him.

You licked your ice cream in peace, admiring the view your seat provided. It showed the thrilling rides the carnival has to offer and somehow, it made you a bit nervous. The rides you rode with Floyd were still a bit tame compared to all the roller coasters that looped around and made you want to vomit. Absentmindedly, you continued to eat your ice cream, occasionally cringing at the thought of riding the roller coasters. "Koebi-chan~" You snapped out of your daze when you heard Floyd call out to you. You turned your head towards him only to feel his tongue lick the corner of your lips, you couldn't react quickly. The people passing by stared at the both of you, scrunching their faces as they witnessed the event. "You had some ice cream over there~" Floyd knew that his actions had a serious effect on you, he giggled a little when he saw you bury your red face into your hands. Maybe this date was a mistake…? It was bad for your poor heart. Either way, you couldn't help but look forward as to what the rest of the day had in store for you. Perhaps, you even might be able to confess this time around?

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"I said I like you." Floyd repeated himself, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks as he leaned over to the window of your ferris wheel ride. He tried to avoid your gaze but you kept on staring at him, a shocked expression decorating your face. Your hand went up to cover your gaping mouth, tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes. "Please don't tell me this is a joke." You pleaded, Floyd looked at you in the eye. His usual bubbly expression was gone and is replaced by a more serious one, "Tell me, do you think I'm joking?"

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hood-ex · 5 years ago

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Can you give any pointers for fanfiction writing? It's something I've considered trying, but I've never done creative writing and it's a bit intimidating. I'm mostly interested in writing Nightwing, and maybe having other characters (Batfam and Titans) but still always having Dick as the center.

Welcome to Fanfiction 101! I’m here to keep you from making the same mistakes I’ve made in the past.

Pre-Writing Process

There are some people who enjoy outlining the shit out of their story, and then there are people like me who just kinda make the story up as they go. Whatever you decide to do, try to at least have an ending planned out. That way while you’re writing, you can start to craft the pieces you need to get to the ending you have imagined. You can even work backward and plan your story out from end to beginning.

For example, let’s say I want my ending to be Dick and Damian hugging in a hospital. Okay, what pieces do I need to get to that point? Well, if they’re in a hospital then one of them needs to be hurt. Who do I want to hurt? Let’s go with Dick because I want this story to show how much Damian cares about Dick.

Great. Now how does Damian find out that Dick is hurt/how does he save Dick? Let’s say Damian is in the cave when the batcomputer gets an alert from Nightwing’s suit. The alert shows that Dick’s vitals have gone haywire. Damian panics, tracks down Dick’s location, and then both him and Alfie take the flying batmobile to save Dick. They find Dick and take him to the hospital.

Cool but how does Dick get hurt in the first place? Hmm, well, Dick usually always rides a motorcycle, right? So let’s say Dick gets into a motorcycle accident. How does he crash his bike? Maybe it’s because of the weather or because a baddie crashes into him. I don’t want to write a huge action scene so let’s say Dick accidentally drives over black ice, spins out, and crashes in a ditch.

And there you have it. A whole story right there from end to beginning. You can plan things out in a more detailed way before you jump in and write if you want. A basic outline like that ^ is usually enough for me to go off of. The details just come to me while I’m in the process of writing. Try and see what works best for you.

One-Shots vs. Multi-Chapter Stories

If you haven’t done a lot of creative writing, I would suggest you start off by practicing with one-shots. Now, one-shots can be shorter content, but on the flip side, there’s also one-shots that are like 50k words. Totally depends on what the author is willing to put into it in terms of plot, description, character development, etc.

I personally have a hard time finding the motivation to finish multi-chapter stories, which is why I usually stick to one-shots. Short one-shots can be easier because they don’t have to be super fleshed out. The action is quick, the dialogue is impactful, and the scene is memorable.

You can also just jump into the action when it comes to one-shots. You don’t have to do as much build-up. For example, I could jump right into a scene of Dick having trouble breathing like this:

Dick’s having a hard time making sense of things. Vaguely, he can hear Bruce shouting for Alfred. He can feel hands on him. His vision is going in and out. Then, suddenly, there’s silence. Dick wakes up, confused. Tim is sitting at his bedside, holding his hand. Bruce is close by, and when he realizes Dick is awake, he immediately goes over to him. Bruce explains that Dick had a bad reaction to a drug he was injected with. Bruce cards his hand through Dick’s hair to comfort him, and Dick reflects on when Bruce used to do the same thing when Dick was a kid.

End scene.

Okay, so, obviously a real story would have way more description than that, but you get what I’m saying, yeah? That whole scene could be the entire story and it would be enough. But if you have the motivation to do way more than that with a ton of character development and what not, you totally could prolong that one-shot into 50k words. Or just break everything up into a multi-chapter fic.

The problem with writing one chapter at a time for a multi-chapter fic is that it’s hard to keep the motivation to keep writing each chapter. You write one chapter and then put the story to the side for a few days, and suddenly, you keep making excuses about why you don’t want to write the next chapter. To be fair, this can also happen with a basic one-shot, but yeah, tis the life of a writer. Don’t be discouraged if it happens to you. Trust me, it will at some point.

Character POV

Listen, I love writing in first person. In other fandoms, I used to write a lot of my stories in first person POV. I’ve got some bad news for you, though. Generally, people don’t like to read fanfics that are in first person POV. They just don’t. Nowadays, even I tend to skip over stories that are written in first person POV.

Third person POV is going to be your best friend. Get comfortable writing it.

Admittedly, sometimes it’s easier for me to grasp a character’s voice if I first write the story in first person POV. I then go back and change all the “I’s” and “me’s” to he, his, her, hers, etc. That’s just a little trick I do sometimes if I’m having a hard time getting a story started.

Characterization

If you’re not 100% sure how to write a specific character, try and figure out a few facts about them. Like if you want to write Dick then think about some key qualities of his. Sprinkle those traits throughout the story to make the character sound more authentic.

For example, I know Dick doesn’t like cucumber sandwiches. Sometimes I’ll have him or other characters mention this in the story. I also know Dick can struggle with perfectionism. I can make that something he has to struggle with in the story. It doesn’t have to be what the whole story revolves around, but if I just throw in some things here and there about how Dick is mad at himself for failing about something then that makes him feel more in character.

Character Interactions

At first, writing multiple characters interacting at once can be really difficult. It can fuck up the pacing of your story, it can be hard to insert each character enough to make sure they aren’t ignored, and it can be hard to make sure each character is getting a chance to speak.

If you find yourself struggling with this, try and just stick to two characters at first. Once you’re comfortable writing a conversation between them, try adding in another character. And another. And another.

The more you practice, the more you’ll be able to write multiple characters interacting in a scene in a way that feels more natural and realistic.

Genres and Tropes

When it comes to figuring out what you want to write about, you need to know what kind of content your audience wants. For example, fantasy niches (fairies, vampires, etc.) can be harder to “sell” in this particular fandom. There are people like myself who enjoy those niches, but just know that they may not be the most popular niches within this specific fandom.

What are some niches that the majority of fandoms do like? Hurt/comfort, sick fics, whump, fluff. Those kinds of fics are always in demand. People love it when their favs get hurt. People love it when other characters worry about their favs. People love it when their favs get hurt while protecting others. People love it when their favs are getting along and being affectionate with one another.

Go on AO3 and sort the fics in this fandom by “most comments” or “most kudos.” Now look at the most popular fics that come up and look at the tags they use. See what kinds of things those authors are writing about. Read their summaries and try to get an idea of what the stories are about.

Once you get an idea of which kind of genres and tropes are most popular, try and write a story that includes those genres/tropes. People will be more likely to read stories that have tropes they usually like to read about.

Now, of course, you can also just write whatever the hell you want without trying to appeal to your audience. This is what I do a lot of the time. Turns out that the things I like to write about tend to fall more in line with the tropes that are already popular in this fandom.

Spelling and Grammar

People really hate to read stories that have tons and tons of spelling and grammar mistakes. Make sure before you post anything, you put your story in Word or Grammarly (I use the free version) to check for spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes. Trust me, your readers will thank you for it.

Practice, Practice, Practice

I’ve been writing creative stories since I was 11 years old. The stories I wrote back then are absolutely shit compared to the stories I write now. So please don’t get discouraged if you write a story and you don’t feel like it’s very good.

Keep trying! Just like with anything else, the more you do it, the better you’ll be at it. There are so many things you’ll learn as you continue to write. Seriously, just recently, I realized I wasn’t always putting a comma in my compound sentences to break up the independent clauses. But hey, hey, now I know.

Pacing, characterization, and plot are also things that will improve the more you write. Writing drabbles (stories with maybe just a few hundred words) will help with this. It will help you learn to choose the most important scene or dialogue and write it in an impactful, emotional, and compelling way.

Okay, class is dismissed! If you have any other questions then feel free to send me another ask!

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