#i screamed my way throught this fic

[imnotsureiexist]

i finished definition of insanity today and you can't tell me regulus wouldn't scream cry foolish one by taylor swift into his chocolate cheerios after what happened with james

[madwomansapologist]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be up to writing an Older!Sidney Prescott x fem reader fic where reader woke up feeling really down and sort of bad mentally and maybe Sidney helps her get out of bed and cheers her up by caring for her and being a total sweetheart?💕

when earth stopped spinning for a day | sidney prescott

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synopsis: Sometimes, when you feel like shit, nothing is going to help you feel better. But sometimes, all you need is good company. And Sidney knows damn well how being alone feels.

warnings: female!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. domestic fluff. saphic relationship. no ghostface.

note: as i said, i'm on a hiatus. i planned on writing this just after my birthday, but guess what? my body decided it hate me. my nose is always wet, my throat is dry, my head hurts so bad that i can't get food because when i bend over to get something on the kitchen it starte spinning. i wanna watch my fat greek wedding, but i can't stand to look at things moving. i wanna die. my body wants me dead. my mind too. good for you dear anon who already waited long enough for your request to be done. i hope you enjoy my misery.

Sometimes you just know. It's a deep feeling your bones, a deep feeling you can't ignore. It feels like abandonment. Like falling in disgrace. No one can ignore a castle crumbling, no can ignore the certain of earth turning it's back on you.

It's been like that since you opened your eyes. You looked at the empty glass of water in front of you, noticed the loneliness on your bed, heard the trees moving with the wind outside your house. And as simple as that, as simple as understanding your senses, you knew you wouldn't get out of bed.

You didn't went back to sleep, but you also didn't remain awakened. It was like you mind wandered without your permission, moving throught all the places your body couldn't reach. You just stayed that, glaring at glass, suffocated by your sheets.

You felt haunted.

Seconds later (or minutes, maybe hours, probably centuries), something changed. You didn't noticed before, but now you did. Your glass turned into a cup, and its emptiness turned into thin smoke and the aroma of passion fruit.

That you didn't feel, but you just knew: she was right behind you. Not touching, not when she can see you may not want that. Not talking, as your loud silence took all the space on your shared home. Not doing anything besides being there.

"Hi", you weak voice surprised you. Its being a long time since you last heard it. A long, needed time not hearing anything but the tree leaves.

"Hi", Sidney whispered. You could feel, she was smilling. A small, kind, worried smile. You just knew. "Have you eat anything?" Your lack of response was enough. "You know, I'm almost a masterchef myself. And I'm taking requests."

You chuckle. "No. You're not."

"Is this a challenge?" Her hands found a way into your waist. Feeling Sidney's warm body, you closed your eyes and reached for her hand. You wanted to feel next to someone. Next to her. "I can make you a foie gras, then some cassoulet and finish the day with soupe a l'oignon."

"Do you even know what those are?" You murmured.

"Maybe...?" The silence that came after it was different. It was comfortable. And yet, you didn't feel alone. You mind stayed on your body, and it relaxed a bit against Sidney's body. "Now chose," her voice was profound. Filled with honesty. "You want to talk, for me to take care of you, or to stay like that?"

"Just... stay", you asked. "Don't let me feel lonely."

"I would never do that, baby", Sidney's hand found a place in your hair. "How could I let my muse all alone? Someone must protect her."

"You're such a dork."

"No, no, your dork."

"Idiot", you rolled your eyes. Then, quietly, you added: "My idiot."

When you know, you know. And when it comes about Sidney and her love for you, you just know.

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So because I'm in the mood for spooky stuff I'm once again here posting an idea for a supernatural fic but this time I'm making it Hetalia (YAY LETS GO BACK TO THE ROOTS)

I came up with this like months ago (in June) when I was barely getting back into hetalia(because of PRIDE) but left it there until I realized Hey this is perfect for the season and also who I am kidding this research paper isnt getting written anytim- ANYWAY HERES MY FIC IDEA JUST AS I TOLD IT TO MY BESTFRIEND!

For reasons Italy and Germany (it's important that Japan isn't with them) are playing with sobrenatural stuff and Veneziano ends up accidentally breaking something that triggers some kind of guilt curse and becomes haunted by the ghost of HRE seeing him sneaking around and of course freaking the hell out.

It's most probably Japan's old stuff they are fucking around so it makes sense its magic/spiritual and that they want to keep it a secret. (Also guilt onis are very in tone with japanese mythology).

Italy being Italy doesn't talk with anybody about it (HE WONT DARE TOUCH THAT THEME) and just gets scared outta nowhere and whimpers and cries and is miserable to the point he isolates himself in his house.

Nobody knows what's up with him.

Nobody except Germany.

Germany of course gets worried and suspects it has something to do with they thing they did as it was then when everything started but he's not surewjy or how so he tries to reach out and eventually goes to Italy's house to drag him out himself...except...

Except when he gets there he sees a child.

And not just any child. Lol nop

He sees a child version of himself.

Germany is rightly confused.

What is a child version of himself doing there???

He tries to chase the boy but he is unable to catch him and also Italy still doesn't answer to him so he decides to keep coming both to try to talk with Italy and to figure out what's up with the kid.

And finally on one of those days he goes he hears an interesting conversation...

Roderich (Austria) and Erzebeta(Hungary) being the closest thing Italy has to guardians strong arm their way into his room (obviously Hungary is the one who does most of the work) and force him to talk to them so Italy reveals he has been seeing HREs ghost

Hungary and Austria are like 'BUT THATS IMPOSSIBLE ITALY! YOU KNOW HES..." and yeah he knows he's dead. He knows France himself killed him (Austria and Hungary looking super uncomfortable during the whole conversation) but he's there, following him and everytime Italy sees him his heart constricts and he can't bear to look at him.

Austria and Hungary get outta there believing Italy's is having some kind of late response to repressed trauma. That he's having hallucinations.

And it makes sense!

Of course they know the boy has been developing feelings for the German and they also know how much he loved HRE... It can't be easy to fall in love again after going throught something like that

And OH GOD THIS WAS LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME THEY HAD EVER ACTUALLY TALKED ABOUT HRE WITH ITALY AFTER HIS DEATH* AND FUCK THEY DONT EVEN KNOW HOW HE KNOWS HE DIED....

Of course Italy would try to find out, of course he would do his research... canonically-sh it was France who told him but italy also has his own historians and he looked into it until he couldn't anymore and FUCK THEY CANT BELIEVE THEY REALLY FELL FOR ITALYS CHEERY FACADE AND HAPPILY LET HIM DEAL WITH THAT ON HIS OWN.

THEY WERE YOUNG YES BUT THATS NOT AN EXCUSE

No wonder Italy is having issues...

Especially when taken into account that Germany...

..they never were sure... and-

NO ERZEBETH

THE PAST IS IN THE PAST.

THERES NO POINT IN DIGGING UP OLD CORPES.

HRE IS DEAD. HE WASNT THERE TO HELP HIM AND THATS ALL THERES TO IT -Roderich argues, practically screams, the guilt still gnawing him in his insides

All they can do is help Italy go through his issues now.

Germany of course only hears the last part of Italy's conversation with Hungary and Austria before he has to hide so he only learns that yes its the kid, his child self, the one that's causing Italy to suffer so much and

FUCK

Fuck

He knows

(Kinda? )

He knows he had a troubled childhood but he really wasn't expecting just the sight of him could cause Italy so much grief...

In fact... why is his child self even haunting Italy in the first place? Shouldnt he be haunting himself?

Germany tries to confront the child, he chases and chases the child and it's not until he corners him and orders the child to get away from Italy that he gets a reaction

"ITALY IS HIS!" The child screams with all his might

"He won't ever leave Italy!" and "Who does he believes he is to try to separate him from Italy?!" are some of the things the child keeps screaming

And boy Germany might not remember much of his childhood but he's pretty sure Prussia had never told him he was such a brat

But at least this brings a little more of light on the issue.

Germany isn't dumb, he knows himself.

He's aware of his... complicated feelings towards the italian. The memories of a failed valentine date coming to haunt him...

BUT

He also knows he can be a little too selfish and ambitious.

A war mongering state fully capable of starting wars just to get what he believes is his.

A fact he isn't proud of himself

Fully capable of hurting others.

A fact that causes him a lot of guilt to this day.

So, he concludes, his child self somehow became aware of his own feelings for the Italian, latched onto them and is doing what he knows best.

Chasing after the Italian. Unwavering, unstoppable. Hurting him in the meantime

But what's he's supposed to do now?

The child won't leave Italy's side.

He doesn't know how to get rid of him.

He could try distancing himself from Italy.. see if the child somehow also senses this and gets away from the italian... but he isn't sure.

But he can't think on any other option

Now Germany believes he's the one being haunted and that Italy's suffering because of him.

In the meantime Japan as all the other countries is confused as to what the heck is happening.

Suddenly his friends started acting strange with Italy locking himself in his house and Germany looking more and more stressed every day

Of course he found the broken vase in his house, the one talking about a guilt oni.

But canonically Japan doesn't remember magic was an actual everyday thing in the ancient times.

To him is just another of his many relics.

The only thing that made special this case was how well preserved it was despite it being really old, back from his young days he barely remembers

From when he was still under china's care.

But Japan doesn't have any other clue.

All he knows is his friends started acting strange after they visited his house and that the vase is somehow related so he has no choice but suck it up and go ask China.

China whos ancient and remembers everything, even the times when magic was real, immeditaely recognizes the vase and goes OH NO.

"So... Who did you say was closest to the vase when it broke?" China nervously asks.

"I don't know. I wasn't there when it broke" Japan calmly responds, unsure why that would be important. "It could be either Germany or Italy. They both were there."

China who knows he's is in front the remnants of the broken guilt oni container yelps: "Germany?! FUUUUUUUCK"

China also isn't very willing to talk about what's happening with Japan.

Talking about the jar would mean talking about magic with Japan, and THAT would mean talking about old times they both would rather ignore ever happened.

China knows this is also part of the guilt oni doing but fuuuuck he really doesn't want to talk about this.

And because the guilt oni/curse spreads like an illness, infecting everybody that's gets close with guilt and feeding from it, growing and growing until there's no more...

There's another player in this.

Prussia

Prussia who doesn't regret what he did.

Prussia, who, if he were put under the same circumstances would do it again and again. 1000 times over if it was necessary.

Prussia whose only regret is knowing it would break his little brothers heart (and maybe even more) to learn the truth

Prussia who one day comes home to find his little brother clearly trying to hide how much he's freaking out and after hours and hours of pushing and poking finally manages to get him to spill the truth

And when Prussia hears from his brothers lips that Italy is being haunted by his child self he's running out the house as if being chased by the demon himself screaming about ghosts and how super scary that is.

And don't be mistaken.

Prussia isn't a bad brother.

He's an awesome brother who will support his brother in his time of need but first....

This is too risky.

WAY TOO RISKY

As much as he loathes the idea of poor little ita chan suffering he loathes more the idea of what could happen to his brother...

No way I'm hell he was going to take that chance.

He would rather never see Italy again than to lose his brother.

If he couldn't do anything back then when he was powerful much less now than he is barely more than a mere mortal/a shadow of his former self.

And here Gilbert/Prussia is exaggerating.

As much as it would break Germany to know he wouldn't disappear, he's too solid of a state for that...

But Prussia was there.

Prussia saw the last days of HRE. He watched him agonize and no way in hell he's going throught that again.

No way in hell he's abandoning his brother. (No way in hell My boy doesn't have trauma over this)

No, Prussia will deal with this on his own.

He will fix it, just like he has done before.

He will fix it before anything happens and he will be there for his brother once all this is over.

But first he needs information

So, knowing Erzebeta and Roderich had been able to speak to ita chan, he goes and sneaks in Austria's house and has his worst fears confirmed when he hears ita chan has been hallucinating with HREs ghost.

Except now he's the only one who knows that that isn't an hallucination and that both Italy and Germany can see him.

And if Hungary catches him sneaking around and demands to know what he's doing there he will only say that that he was there to execute a surprise attack on the uptight austrian.

And Hungary tries to bring up the card of long formed warrior bonds to get him to talk about that , that that shall not be talked about and he would divert the theme and laugh to her face

Because this is something he is planning to take to his grave.

And that's what I got so far.

*it's my head canon that HREs death became something of a taboo topic in the house. Everybody knew but nobody dared to speak about it. Hungary and Austria never found the way to sit down with Italy and talk with him and Italy while he was still in Roderich's house never asked them not wanting to hear it coming from their mouths, preferring to be in negation and pretend he's still waiting for him to come back even though he knew it wasnt going to happen

Eventually the truth will have to come if they want to get rid of HREs ghost but aint no way in hell Prussia will reveal it so Italy and Germany (and others) have no choice but to face the demons of their past and discover it themselves

The whole every country has a deep seated guilt and the guilt curse will spread like an infectious illness was a nice surprise for myself.

They way it touches on everyone ...

Italy and Germany dealing with the ghost (the lover Italy lost, the reminder that Germany really know who he is and what he is capable), Austria and Hungary's not being able to save HRE nor help Italy. Japan and China having to deal with their broken relationship...

PRUSSIAS EVERYTHING.

God just thinking about Prussia also facing HREs ghost, the failure to save him, to what could happen to Germany if the truth comes out... the ANGST IS SO GOOD in this one.

Even France and Romano (and therefore Spain) could enter into the game with Romano feeling guilty with not knowing how to help Italy despite being his brother and heck even the potato dumbas seemed to know more about what was going on with his brother, as always romano being the last to know his own brother... and Spain is just there watching romano suffer knowing he's partly responsable for the distance between the Italy brothers and once Hungary and Austria learn it was France who told Italy about HREs fate they will eat him alive.

Except France won't stand for that.

1 it was centuries ago when France told Italy that! It's not his fault what's happening to Italy now and 2 Italy deserved to know! He loved him! They loved each other! He wasn't going to stand there and keep quiet for centuries just like Austria and Hungary did.

He wouldn't stand for such disservice to love .

And Frances is obviously being dragged down by the guilt of causing HREs death. France might be Prussia's best friend but i highly doubt Prussia would let him know what really happened with HRE considering the circumstances... Then again even if it hadn't been Frances fault it really is the thing Prussia is the most secretive about.

He himself could have told France that HRE died. Specially because if HRE was super weak and had too many enemies that wanted him dead it would be convenient for him to spread the rumor of his death and who better than France, who both had struck the fatal blow and was connected to every part of the world and had such a stronghold on knowledge after his revolution, to do it.

Once the truth comes out i really need a scene of Germany approaching Prussia and asking him to tell him how was he before... when he was... How was he back then?

And Prussia who has never talked about this with anyone.

Prussia who for centuries kept all that happened to himself.

A burden to never share.

Who even now that the truth is out still doesn't want to talk about it relents.

Because it's his brother who asked. And he will always do whatever Germany asks him

"Truth be told he isn't that different now from how he used to be" he says his heart breaking a little when he sees the brief glimpse of desolation crossing Germany's features.

"He isn't that different but he enough for it to matter. To be another person" Prussia ammends quickly. No way he isnt aware of Germanys identity crisis.

"He has always been serious. Too dutiful for his own good. But... he wasnt as guarded as he is now. It was easier to know what he was feeling.... Even the foot soldiers knew about his crush on little Italy" Prussia says snarking while recalling the last part

And yeah that.

Germany is really surprised to know it turns out he has loved italy his whole life... Then again if he thinks about it it isn't really that surprising. It makes sense

It makes sense even if he's now avoiding the Italian as much as he can since the truth got spilled.

Germany can't help it. He doesn't think he would be able to tolerate it if he sees disappointment in the italian eyes, yearning for a person who doesn't exist anymore.

"Try as he might he wore his heart on his sleeve... And that was part of the reason for his downfall." Prussia keeps saying, wondering not for the first time if Germany had unconciously developed the way he had as a defense mechanism. "More feisty, easily flustered."

"Unlike Germany who was a well behaved boy, HRE wouldn't listen to Prussia... Not in the sense that he would ignore him/dismiss whatever he said but rather than unlike Germany who did whatever Prussia asked him to do without question HRE would have to ponder it. HRE would have to consider all the options and act according to what he deemed best....He had to. He was the head of the empire. He was in charge of all of them... Highly capable and yet so weak. A fragile constitution" Prussia says with finality.

They were nearing on hard topics he really REALLY didn't want to talk about. The brief talk already taken it's toll on him and as much as he owe it to Germany he had already pushed himself too far in one day.

Germany understood it. They had time.

Despite Prussia's worst fears that have been proven wrong... they had time after all.

A huge relief washin over prussias entire being, the relief of putting down a burden he had carried for so long.

They could keep talking about it later

And here the mic drops.

So... how do you like it?

It's good to be back 😎

[fantasticenthusiasttale]

Tuesday night fic!

This fic happens a little after the ep: "The 87 cent solution!"

Sorry but I don't remember if LP was in the funeral, so he wasn't.

Warning: blood and angst

Enjoy :)

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Since he left St. Canard to visit his family in Duckburg for some days, it was the first time Drake went for a walk in the city. He woke up early in the morning and came out of the mansion he grew up to find an old friend from high school in the square. They talked all the morining, lunched together and spent all the afternoon fishing along in the lake.

When he arrived at home, he knew the things aren't that good. He knew that Scrooge have the gold fever, but he throught that Beakley and the children can take care of him while he's out and Donald is in his job. To be honest, Drake doesn't know how Scrooge never had the gold fever before like, he was in the Golden Rush! How he never caught this sickness before?

What he wasn't ready to see, is his brother. Donald was passed out in the floor, with swollen eyes and some blood dripping out of the back of his head, forming a little puddle. He desperately tried to wake him up calling his name, but it doesn't worked. He ran screaming for Scrooge until he found him in the kitchen, talking with Beakley.

Scrooge and Beakley stopped the talking when Drake entered in the kitchen, breathless "SCROOGE!"

Scrooge tried to calm his nephew down while Beakley was taking a water glass to him "Lad, calm down and tell me what happened."

"No time! Don is bad! He's-- *breathe* he's fainted in the living room and-- *breathe* and he have blood in his head!"

"Oh my!" Scrooge, Beakley and Drake ran to see Donald in the living room exactly how Drake described.

"We have to take him to an hospital! Now!" Drake said.

"He is right Mr. Scrooge, the hurt is bad. I think I can fix it here but he needs to see a doctor fast, or..."

"Or what?" Drake doesn't like it.

"Nothing, Drake. You'll stay here to take care of the children while me, Beakley and Launchpad takes Donald to an hospital."

"No way! I'm coming with you! He's my brother and I'm worried about him!"

"I can put Donald in the car and stay here with the kids, Mr. Scrooge." Beakley tried to calm them.

Scrooge sighed. "Alright, then. Drake, calls Launchpad. He'll be here in one minute."

"I can drive, it will be faster. Let's go to my car!" Drake said while Beakley was carrying Donald with Scrooge in his heels, everybody worried about the fainted sailor.

———

Donald hurted himself so many times in his life that someday it would be too bad, now it really happened. In the hospital, the doctor said that a vein ruptured when he hited the head in the floor while passing out was the motive that Donald had to have a surgery in a rush to fix it up. He really could die if Drake hadn't noticed it.

Now, Scrooge and Drake are together waiting the surgery finish to know how Donald is.

"Hey, I see that you're better. You looks healthy." Drake broke the silence.

"Thanks, I really feel better. I found out what happened, it was only an enemy trying to make me looks crazy traveling in the time to steal me. I wasn't crazy in the end." Scrooge said like it's this the most normal thing in the world.

To Drake, this would be the most craziness he ever heard if he didn't knew with who he's talking. "Wow. Just another normal day in McDuck Mansion" he joked.

Scrooge laughed, and Drake continued "How you discovered that?"

Suddenly, Scrooge lost his smile. "It was a genius plan the children helped me to came up, I rested all day yesterday to feel good enough to do it. I... I faked my own death."

Drake laughed "Wow, that was really genius!"

Scrooge continued "The children told everyone that I couldn't resist the complications of the illness and had made all the funeral arrangements. The only one who wasn't told was... your brother."

"WHAT?!"

"The kids forgotten it! He worked all the week, we forgot that he didn't knew anything! Today was his day off, we thought that he already knew!"

"You can't be serious. This can't be true, no way."

"But it is! Donald was crying hard all the time in the funeral! As he was an actor when he was younger, we thought he was just pretending!"

"So that's why his eyes were swollen. How you dares?!"

"He fainted when he returned at the funeral and saw me alive and fine. You know what happened next." Scrooge stated sadly.

Drake couldn't believe. So long after their adventuries with Scrooge, his uncle still doesn't care for his brother's health. Ten years after the Spear of Selene goes wrong and he still thinks that they are indestructibles, that nothing can stop them. Donald didn't had a good health when he was younger because of the adventuries, and it isn't better after these ten years, on the contrary, it's even worse.

"How you doesn't noticed anything? How could you let this happen? You wasn't the one who raised us? You doesn't care about your nephew???"

"Of course I do! I just think I doesn't know who's him anymore, he's so different now."

"Of course! We raised the triplets together, but alone! I changed too! But there was no other way! We were trying hard to overcome the Spear of Selene and scared about how to raise these boys for too much time! And maybe we still are! That changed us!"

"I know. You two did a great job."

"Donald Duck's family?" A doctor said when she arrived at the waiting room. Drake and Scrooge got up at the same time, worried with the relative.

"Good evening, misters. The surgery was a success. His life is no longer in danger." Both of them let out big sighs "But you'll only can see him tomorrow." They thanked to her before she left.

Left alone by the doctor, the feeling of the guilt was around them, whispering in their ears. Drake was feeling guilty for thinking he should have stayed with his brother instead of spending all day with his old friend, despite the fact that he didn't know about the plan either. Scrooge was feeling guilty for thinking that he should have taken better care of his nephew, he should have sensed that something was wrong with him in the way he was crying. Despite of all of that theories, in the depth down, they just wanted one thing: a healthy, smiling Donald.

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Past! Shane x Reader: Not The Same

Summary: You and Shane got close in the Greene farm but once it is overrun by walkers and you are all forced to leave you realize he never made it out.

Word Count: 870

A/N: This could be considered a part 2 to my first Shane fic so you could read that first if you want, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Also, I'm writing another part after this so stay tuned

Warnings: Shane is dead and this is your reaction to the news

As you made your way toward the group rendezvous point it was hard not to notice Shane’s absence. You scanned over your friends faces, hoping that someone would move to reveal the man you had grown to love, but nobody did.

“Where’s Shane?” You questioned, unable to accept the possibility that he hadn’t made it back. Nobody answered they all hung their heads except Lori whose eyes were darting between you and Rick. You immediately noticed her look of anxiety and walked up to her husband with a previously unknown pain in her eyes. “Rick please, he made it out right?”

Rick let his eyes meet yours as he shook his head once.

You felt sick. Your stomach turned like it used to when you had gone on roller coasters and your face had suddenly become freezing cold. You looked around trying hard to place yourself in this reality. The one where Shane hadn’t come back and with the mess you had left behind the chances of him ever being in your life again were very slim. You heard yourself whispering something repeatedly. Then suddenly the sound came to your ears all too quickly.

“No, no no no no no.” You couldn’t stop yourself. “We have to go back. He wouldn’t give up maybe he’s still fighting.” It was a dumb thing to say, you knew that, but you couldn’t help how much you cared about him. How badly you longed to see him one last time.

You searched the group again hoping for someone to understand where you were coming from, but then something became apparent. They were keeping something from you. They all knew what was going on and you were left in the dark. Your worry was replaced with anger as you looked back at Rick who seemed to be riddled with shame. “He’s already gone isn’t he.” You forced yourself to vocalize your thoughts.

Rick made himself look at you, taking in the wrinkles now evident on your face as you began to cry. He tried to speak but no words were able to pass through the lump in his throught. He swallowed hard and tried again. “Yeah, he didn’t make it back.”

The silence was deafening. You covered you open mouth in hopes that the truly heinous expression you were sporting wouldn’t make it to the eyes of your friends. You felt Rick’s arms wrap around you but something about it felt very far away. You let yourself sob into his chest, silently wishing that Shane was the one holding you. “Was anyone with him?” You sniffed snd the feeling of Rick’s body stiffening caused you to flinch.

You lightly pushed yourself away from him so that you could analyze his face. He was looking at something far away, forcing you to get in his line of sight once more. “What happened Rick?” You questioned. You watched as he turned his body completely away from yours, stealing a glance at Lori before dragging his hand down his face.

“What happened Rick?” You repeated. He remained silent, walking away from you so slowly that it had become invigorating. It took you five quick steps to catch up to him and when you did you grabbed his shoulder harshly and dragged him back in your direction. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?” You screamed.

“I did what I had to do to protect my family. Everyone here was at risk as long as he was here.” Rick believed what he was saying which sent daggers into you. You looked around at the group who seemed to be hiding their true reactions behind looks of submission. You would rather die with Shane than submit to a murderer.

“What are you talking about, he was our friend, your best friend.” You poked his chest viciously and he took it without hesitation.

“He was going to kill me.” Rick shouted. “It was me or him.”

“It should’ve been you.” The words came out before you could register them but you didn’t care. You looked over at Lori who was holding Carl close to her stomach.

“There’s no need for that.” Glen chimed in.

“Yes there is,” You turned toward the young man with tears streaming down your face. “I want him here, I-I loved him Glen, and you all knew that. He took him from me.” You could barely breath through the tightness in your chest and your words were spoken in strange sections, cut off by large gasps for air.

“You took him from me.” Your voiced cracked and suddenly there was nothing stopping you from openly sobbing once more. You felt yourself crumble into a ball and squeeze your knees in an attempt to push out every emotion you no longer wanted to feel. Through the pain you felt an arm wrap around you. It was comforting for a moment but when you looked up to see Rick you felt your heart break all over again. You pushed him away from you so hard you fell down to the ground.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You shouted. The group watched as you sobbed on the ground, hoping that you would wake up and realize this was all a dream.

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How could I (D.M x Reader)

Hey guys, so this is my first fic that I am posting, I really hope you enjoy this, also, requests open! feedback appreciated whether good or bad, and i apologize if some bit’s in the story are a wee bit cringy... and btw the angst will be much more in the next parts! (btw I don’t write smut AT ALL)

warnings: angst, reader almost get’s raped, mentions of self-harm, mentions of abuse

Word count: 1k+

summary: Pansy uses the unforgivable torture curse on y/n, and after that y/n changes turning into a total badass, catching draco’s eye even more than before...fluff if u squint

The leaves on the withering grass indicated that finally, most finally, Autumn had come once more on the beautiful castle.

Students rushed from classes to see the wonderful sight awaiting them at the meadow. The biting breeze didn’t change their stubborn minds, infact, it most probably encouraged them to sit around the black lake, watching the giant squid with far-away looks in their eyes and pumpkin juice in their hands. 

However, probably the only soul still inside of the towering castle walls was Y/N L/N. The crumpling, aching feeling inside of your chest was only growing and though you wished to let it all out, you weren't able to. Your burning tears were held inside of you too  scared to fall and be for once free. 

Staggering to the dungeons, y/n couldn’t breathe normally or walk properly because of the pain that wracked her body even until now.

And finally have you reached your dorm, you shut the door and made sure no one was there, only to fall on your knees and let all the tears you had been holding slip, slip onto your forest green carpet and dampen it.

It was a habit, a habit of yours to cry as silently as possible, because you were still haunted by your memories as a child being beaten up by your drunken father.

All the walls that you had built inside of you were now by this point fragile; cracking; falling apart...

y/n was not a foolish sensitive girl, oh you were much more. You were so strong to have gone through all of the trials and mishaps that would have destroyed most people. Even though, it still broke you...You were a human being too, in the end. These things you went through were the reason you made those thin scars on your arms and thighs with the silver knife you inherited...it soothes you, this act. It reminds you that you are a normal person who can still feel pain.

However, what happened to you this time must be the end of it all.

It all started when you entered your potions class which the Slytherins (such as yourself) shared with the Gryffindors. You were a bit late, which was unusual since you were one of the best students in your year. Always after Hermione Granger and before Draco Malfoy. Oh how you loathed him. He made your life hell and well...you didn’t need much of a reason to hate him.

you walked over to your seat next to Blaise Zabini, who was your best friend, since he was one of the only who didn’t mind you were a half-blood Slytherin. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley glared at you because they hate all Slytherins, albeit you never did anything to them...

you ignored them, half annoyed, half overlooking the whole situation. Professor Slughorn started explaining the properties of a well-made draught of living death as you took notes. Then Slughorn said something that caught everyone’s complete attention; he was giving away a small vial of liquid luck to whoever made the best living death potion.

Everyone started working, and you started working too, extra hard, because you reallyyyyyy needed that liquid luck. For a reason you would never admit to anyone but yourself. you wanted to give it to- yes, believe it or not- Malfoy. Not because you  liked him or something, no you hated him, it was just that he kept bragging to the Slytherins how the Dark Lord gave him a job and he was chosen for blah blah blah...And you couldn’t really let him kill himself, right?

You side glanced at Potter to see how he was doing, only to see that instead of cutting up his Sopophorous bean, he was crushing it, getting much more juice than you, you followed his lead and crushed your bean with the back of your silver knife watching the liquid ooze out of it’s shiny shell...

*after class*

 you put the golden liquid in your pocket feeling quite happy with yourself, you and Potter had made equivalently perfect draughts, earning the both of you felix felicis. 

Just as you were heading to your next class, you bumped into (rather unfortunately), no other than Pansy Parkinson, the pug-faced slut. Apperently, she made it her all time mission to annoy the fuck out of Y/N.

“Watch where your going, Bitch” She retorted. You huffed. She continued, “I don’t think you can though, not with that ugly hair covering your filthy face!”

She cackled like the whole thing was so funny. You rolled your eyes, and then cleared your throught; “Bugger off, Parkinson, I don’t need you all in my face like spot cream or something, not that you would know of it, looks like you’ve never used it your entire life!” you smirked, not caring about the consequences this would bring.

Pansy’s eyes flared with anger, she said: “Think we’re so smart, don’t we? Forgot that your superiors (she said that while gesturing at herself) could handle you without much looking at your hideous face! You are sooo unbearable! First, you steal my Dracey from me (at these words you frowned, not knowing what she meant), and now you’re acting all snotty in my face, I think, it’s time for me to TEACH.YOU.A.LESSON! (she practically screeched those words) ughhhhhh I hate you so much, L/N, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, YOU KNOW SO, crucio!”  You gasped and before you could react an invisible force squeezed your bones and burned your skin, tugged on your flesh and stabbed you dozens of times at once; until you were screaming and wailing on the ground, writhing in agony, unable to do anything to that horrible skank, all until your vision went black and yout hit the floor, unconscious…

 *after you woke up*

 Unsure for how long you were out, you staggered up, and grimaced form the pain. All you knew that miss ruthless Pansy left you alone in the dark, cold empty hallway. All you knew was that the tears you were holding would burst soon if you don’t hurry to your dorm.

 *present*

 And now, after you had cried your heart out, you realized you didn’t just cry because of the physical pain, but from the mere thought of not being able to stand up to yourself and shoot back at the motherfucking bitch- Oh, how you promised yourself you would change that day. How you would be a new woman with a much bigger attitude, how you would take care of yourself.

 And that’s just what you did.

 *Two months later*

 You had died your hair black from the top, and silver from the bottom, keeping it long, and you always made sure your hair was always wavy, you kept worn down all the time, and it framed your face perfectly.

  Instead of the pants you used to wear, now you always wore a skirt underneath your robes, with black tights and short heels, not forgetting to add a dash of makeup. Not only have you changed your looks, but your attitude aswell. Anyone disrespects you, oh they will pay for it. Admittedly, you had to thank Parkinson for changing you like this, but you thought better than to.

You were top of your year and you helped people whenever they want. You were kind, but one hell of a badass.

However, you still thought about the day Parkinson cursed you, what had she said, I had stolen Draco from her? You didn’t understand that. You and Draco had no romantic relationship. Albeit, when you started to change, he found it better for him to be your friend. (Blaise couldn’t shut up about it, he was so relieved that both his best friends weren’t enemies anymore) After getting to know him better, you came to the conclusion that Draco wasn’t as bad as he seemed…not at all.

Yet, you still hadn’t given him the vial of liquid luck, afraid he might reject it from you.

*one day*

You took a bite from your green apple as you made your way to class, you would be 10 minutes early if you went now, but, since you had nothing else to do, you made your way into the empty hallway leading to the transfiguration classroom. you had this weird feeling that someone was watching you though...

As you were walking someone called “Hi honey”, you didn’t turn around, he was probably calling for someone else. “L/N, sweetie!” you froze. You turned around and looked at the boy behind you. “what did you just call me?” “You know what I said y/n. The boy got dangerously closer and you realized it was Theodore Nott, Slytherin. 

He came forward even closer, pushing you into a broom closet. your heart pace was by now going so fast you were sure it was about to jump out of your chest. “I know you check me out when you see me, darling. Why don’t I give you what you’ve been wanting for a long time?” “g-get off of me” was all you managed. He came closer and trailed kisses on your neck, and you yelped. And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn’t screamed, and then who knows what would have happened.

From outside, someone yelled “WHOEVER IS IN THAT CLOSET LEAVE Y/N RIGHT NOW BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!” You recognized the voice as Draco’s. you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when Nott let go of you in a hurry and you watched as he scrambled out. After he went and got hit with a couple of good spells,  Draco rushed to you and got you out of the closet. Once he touched you you felt all the stress leave you, and you thanked god he came to save you.

“Are you okay? did anything happen to you? did that motherfucker hurt you? answer me, y/n!” without realizing, you’ve been holding a shaky breath. and at his questions, you covered your face with your hands and burst into tears. “H-he almost r-raped m-me..” 

“It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m here for you” he cooed. And gently ever so gently, he pulled you into his grasp, tightly wrapping his hands around you. You stiffened, but then relaxed saying: “It’s been so long since someone hugged me...I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be held...”

(part 2 coming soon!)

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

A simple greeting

Where you find yourself trapped inside the world of what you thought was a fictional book and the only way you can leave is to say hi to your favourite character... Overhaul.

Overhaul x reader 

Warnings : swearing

Words : 872

Masterlist

Series masterlist 

A/N : I am the biggest chisaki simp and I have never even written a fic for him???? 

Chapter 1

One second you were getting off the train stop nearest to your home, surrounded by normal looking people and the next you were standing in a busy station full of people with extra limbs or bright skin colours. 

You felt your mind swim in confusion as you stayed still, feet frozen on the ground and eyes darting around the crowds. A familiar mop of green hair and freckles walked past and you quickly ran after. 

“Um hello?” you called out, reaching out a hand and grasping his wrist. 

“Hi?” he jumped, turning around and nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, letting go of his wrist and stepping back. “I thought you looked familiar, maybe not.”

“Ah,” he nodded, pausing slightly before reaching out a hand for a handshake. “Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya.”

Your eyes blinked repeatedly, “Like... Midoriya Izuku?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “I’m guessing you know me from UA’s sports festival?” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

You hurriedly nodded, not wanting to create unwanted suspicion. It was strange to see what had once been a 2d drawing stand before you, and gosh was the human version of him so much cuter. 

“I’ve got to go to school now, it was nice meeting you...”

“Y/N.” you smiled, bowing slightly before waving as he ran towards the train.

“Bye Y/N!”

Watching his figure disappear, you realised the reality you had suddenly been thrown into, a fustrated sigh leaving you mouth as you quickly ran towards the exit. Your eyes blurred with tears as the calls you made to people in your world  refused to go through. 

You were stranded.

~~~

Sitting down at the table of a small cafe, you took a sip from your favourite drink as a snowstorm of questions running through your mind. The worldmaster? Alternate dimensions?

You had never once considered that the people in this world were actually alive and not just animated characters. And the worldmasters quirk had accidentally brought you, who was from your dimension, into theirs?

“So...? How do I leave?” you finally asked, deciding that even though you didn’t fully believe this guy, he was the only person knowing of the fact that you were not from here. 

“Well it’s simple actually.”

“Really?” you piped up, a smile gracing your features for the first time since you had stepped foot here.

“Yeah.” the worldmaster, Haru nodded, “Since this is like a book to you, you just need to talk to your favourite character.”

“Favourite character?” you racked through your brain to see who was your favourite, your smile and hope instantly shattering as the image of a man with a plague doctor’s mask entered your brain. 

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.” you sulked, burrowing your face into hands as the worldmaster looked at you puzzled. 

“Why is that? UA doesn’t have the highest security and pro heros are always happy to talk to their fans.”

“That’s not it.” you groaned, shaking your head before taking another simp. 

“Is it a civillain?”

You shook your head once again.

He sucked his teeth in before continuing. “A villain?”

You looked at him and nodded with a sigh. 

“Well that’s not the biggest problem either. LOV is all over the kids these days.”

You srunched your nose at him. “Ew, don’t say it like that. And it’s not them either.”

“Are you seriously going to leave me hanging?”

You glared at him, before speaking quickly. “It’s the bloody yakuza.” 

He looked at you, mouth open. “Your favourite character, in the whole of our world, is in the Shie Hassaikai.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled, hiding your face as you heard his cackles ring out through the entire shop, red spreading through your face as everyone’s attention turned to you two. “Shut up you’re so obnoxious.” 

He eventually died down, before continuing. “Well, there’s no such thing as impossible, I’ll try my best to help you, after all I’m the reason your in this mess.” he sighed.

“You’d better.” you seethed, pouting from the embarrassment. “And how come you’re not helping the heros if you know everything about the past, present and future in this world?”

“I would end up like my ancestor.” he explained. “Our family, as the world masters must remain completely unbiased. In this world we are simply civilians who are socially neutral.”

“Gee, sounds kinda boring.” you snickered, placing the empty cup down on the table. “So where am I staying?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Please tell me you have an answer.”

“Well let’s get you closer to the world of heros and villains first.”

“Um, I don’t have a quirk.”

“No worries. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait no I don’t want a quirk, Overhaul doesn’t like them.”

“I can’t just manifest you a quirk.” he stated, rolling his eyes. “I mean I’ll get you to stay with one of them.” 

“What-”

~~~

You stood with your phone in hand, staring up at the dingy alleyway sign. “God I hate it here.” you muttered, wondering why the hell Haru had directed you to this musty highstreet bar. You knew you had to entually start earning money, as your mission at hand did not seem achievable in one day, but out of an entire city’s worth of jobs to apply for, the one he chose for you was... this?

You began to take a step forward before the door swung open suddenly, hitting you square in the face. Staggering a step back, your hands flew over your nose as blood slowly seeped out. 

“Shit.” someone yelled. You heard a thump to the ground and watched as he threw the trash bag onto the floor before grabbing your hands. “Hold on let me see.”

“It’s fine.” you grumbled, shaking his grip off before stepping to the side of the door to let him through. 

“Dabi.” someone screamed from inside the bar. “Hurry up and throw the trash away and get back in here.”

“Can’t you just wait a minute.” he shouted back. “Fuck um, I’ll be right back.”

He fumbled past, picking up the trash and running down the street as you walked inside, not bothering to wait for him. 

“Hi.” you greeted, everyone to turn to you perplexed as you pinced your nose, your blood messibly wiped on your chin.

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at you from behind his father’s hand as you stood there awkwardly. 

“Wow not even a greeting in return? Rude much.” you grumbled, before clearing your throught to hopefully get rid of some of your nerves. “Um, are you hiring?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have any vacancies in your staff so that little old me could possibly occupy?”

“I know what hiring means.”

“Yeah well iI’m sure it didn’t hurt to explain it to you again.” you muttered. 

“No, we are not hiring.” the purple mist behind the counter, whom you recognised to be Kurogiri, said. “Although miss are you alright there?”

“I don’t even know.” you rasped. “Why the fuck did Haru send me here if you guys aren’t even hiring?”

“Haru sent you here?” Shigarki perked up.

You nodded and he turned to look at Kurogiri, quietly exchanging words before looking back at you.

“You should’ve mentioned that to begin with. Alright you’re hired. ”

“Excuse me?”

“Little old you can occupy the vacancy in our staff.” he deadpanned.

You huffed out before grinning at him and throwing him a thumbs up. “Epic!”

You shuffled over to the counter, peering at Kurogiri eagerly. “So when do I start?”

“You can start by wiping the tables miss...”

“Y/N.”

“Right, miss Y/N.”

“Wipe your face before you start anything.” Shigaraki muttered, pointing over to a small door in the far corner of the room. 

“Will do.” 

Slipping into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, him picking up a few rings in. “Haru I thought you said you weren’t biased, why the hell does the league act like they’re best friends with you.”

“I’m not biased if I’m friends with both sides?” he offers. 

“Backstabber.” you quipped, washing your face.

“You know what? Enjoy your home because you’re staying with the league now.”

“You did not.” you screeched, grabbing your phone from the side as you watched him hang up. “You’re so petty you know that?” you muttered, glaring at your reflection in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. 

“Right, who’s gonna show me my room?”

[lennonsprincess]

I cant wait for all the fics to come out later, I'm going to read them and have a good night so thank u so much 🥺👉👈 Can I request a fic about john really loving Paul's ass? Paul has a really big ass and so john and him are watching tv and john starts to play with his ass, and lays his head on it as a pillow, and slaps it, and they have sex and john pulls out at the end so he can come all over Paul's ass Tysm !!🥰

*smut*

John/Paul

John and Paul were lying on the couch with the TV turned on. They weren’t exactly watching the TV, they were really just sitting quietly, enjoying each other's presence. They were both stripped down to their underwear, not seeing the point in putting any clothes on as they were alone. Paul was lying on his stomach with John sitting beside him. He was taking up most of the couch but John wasn’t going to complain because he had a wonderful view of Paul’s lovely ass. John loved Paul’s ass. It was one of his favourite things about Paul. It was big and perky, and John just loved the feeling of his dick buried deep inside it. John groaned quietly at the thought of fucking Paul and decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

John grabbed a handful of Paul’s ass, causing Paul to let out a surprised noise.

“Hey!” Paul yelled, looking back at John. “What are ya doing.”

“Just feelin’ ya up, kitten.” John said, giving it a squeeze and slowly pulling Paul’s underwear down. “God... I just love your arse, baby.” John groaned as he brought his face down to place a few kisses on Paul’s soft buttcheeks. Paul giggled and squirmed at the sensation of John’s soft kisses.

“Mmm J-Johnny…” Paul giggled.

John slowly pressed his face against Paul’s soft cheeks and turned his head to face the TV.

‘This is the softest pillow I’ve ever used.’ John throught.

They sat like that for a while until Paul started to squirm, causing John to lift his head off of Paul. John went right back to playing with Paul’s pretty ass, spreading his cheeks apart so he could get a good view of Paul’s tight hole. John brought a finger down to trace around Paul’s rim, watching as it clenched and unclenched. John groaned at the sight. Oh what he would give to sink his cock into that tightness. That’s when John remembered he could do just that.

John quickly got up off the couch and shuffled over to his bedroom.

“W-Where are you going?” Paul yelled, sad that John had stopped his fun with his ass.

John didn’t reply, but was back in no time with a small bottle in his hand. Paul felt his stomach start to tingle when he spotted the bottle of lube in John’s hand.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with your ass, Paulie” John mumbled as he got back on the couch, giving Paul’s ass a light smack.

“Oh… John.” Paul whimpered at the feeling of the hit.

John grinned at Paul’s moan, as he coated his finger in lube and brought it down to Paul’s hole. Paul shivered when he felt John’s wet finger circle his rim, dipping in every once in a while.

“Uhh… put it in Joh- aH” Before Paul could even finish, John had shoved two fingers inside Paul. He slowly curled them inside Paul, loving the moans and whimpers he pulled from Paul.

“Ooh… Johnny…” Paul moaned, grinding his ass back against John's fingers.

“You like that, princess? You like my fingers in your delicious ass?” John teased.

“Mm… yes.” Paul continued to push back against John’s fingers, needing them to be as deep inside him as they could.

“You’re so greedy, baby… is there anything else you want?” John asked, thrusting his fingers even deeper inside Paul.

“Ah! Y-Yes… I want more… mm!” Paul whimpered.

“What do you want, kitten?”

“Y-Your cock…”

John groaned at the confession and slowly pulled his fingers out of Paul. John quickly slid his own underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. He grabbed a hold of his dick and rubbed some lube on it.

“Babe... hurry up…” Paul mumbled, wiggling his ass to tempt John.

John moaned and slapped Paul’s ass, causing him to squeak in surprise.

“Soon… you’ll be begging me to slow down, luv.” John chuckled as he lined up his dick with Paul’s hole. He could already feel Paul rocking against him desperately.

“You’re so naughty, Paulie.”

And with that John pushed in. He groaned at the sensation of Paul’s tightness wrapping around his eager cock.

“Oh… fuck Johnny~” Paul moaned when John bottomed out.

“You’re so tight baby.” John growled as he started to move inside Paul.

“Y-You’re so… mm big~”

John started to pick up the pace, watching as Paul’s ass jiggled with every thrust.

“Oh god, princess… the view from back here is amazing…” John moaned.

“Y-Yeah?” Paul whimpered out.

“Yeah… your pretty arse is fuckin’ jiggling for me… fuck I love it so much…” John rambled, picking up his speed.

John suddenly had the urge to spank Paul, just to see how much it would jiggle then. He reeled his hand back and let it down against Paul’s ass harshly, never letting up on his thrusts for a second.

“Oh fuck!” Paul screamed at the slap, bringing him closer to orgasm.

“You like that, kitten? You like it when I spank you?”

“I-I’m close Johnny…” Paul moaned. He felt as if one little movement would make him come. He was right.

As soon as John hit his ass for the second time, Paul came. He released all over the couch, screaming out John’s name.

“Mmm fuck… that’s it baby. Let it all out.” John picked up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Ah, ah, ah! J-John!” Paul’s voice trembled every time John hit his prostate.

John looked back down at Paul ass, a sudden thought crossing his mind. There’s only one way John could make Paul’s ass look even more delicious. As soon as John felt he was about to cum, he pulled out, releasing his hot jizz all over Paul’s soft, red ass.

“Mmfuck…” John groaned, as he stopped coming.

He immediately brought his hands down to massage Paul’s cum-covered ass.

“How was that, princess?” John asked, rubbing his cum all over Paul’s ass

“Mmm~” was all Paul could make out.

[riverteatime]

A School in Time chapter 3 (first part)

Hatika was walking in the forest. Her knee is less hurting her thanks to the cold water bag that the supervisor gave her at the break of the morning. But it’s still hurting her and walking in the forest don’t help her. Walking and avoiding roots, rocks and other obstacles is not easier. And also, for a person who don’t know the forest, it’s difficult to find the way. Trees looks like others. But Hatika is not this kind of person. Even she don’t know the whole forest, she can find her way to her home thanks to her intuition.

But this time, she is more tired than the normal. So tired that she almost miss to turn at the right at the third pine tree. Walking for ten good minutes, she let a big yawn when she arrive at her home, her camping tent. Yeah Hatika is a girl who live in the forest with a yellow tent for home, near what she call ‘her spaceship’. The first time she came here, Hatika discovered a sort of broken ship in this forest. Even she made research about this, she don’t know why and how this came here, in a middle of a forest. So she sent her tent in front of this old spaceship.

But she doesn’t actually care about this now, she doesn’t eventually care about diner. She just want to sleep. She sit down on the ground to take off her shoes. After that she walk to her makeshift bed, a combination of boards, leaves and others salvages materials like this old mattress. Then she lay down, trying to not think about something.

Trying is the key word. Suddenly she feels something on her hurting knee and then on her chest, something heavy. She open her eyes and she saw a small beast. Well… Wait? Suddenly she yell and the beast jump in surprise on the ground. Hatika curled up, hidding her head but not too much for sawing what is it. It is like a cat, but strange. The beast is black with yellow eyes and mounth. The strange thing is that he has like green fluff in all of this body. The strange cat meows.

“A-a kitty?” Ask Hatika to herself when she starts to relax. 

Then the cat climb again on the bed. Hatika yell a second time but the cat answer by giving a small stroke with his head on Hat Kid body. He doesn’t seem feral. So Hatika try to touch him.

Bad idea. In one movement the cat snatch Hatika’s hat and jump on the ground. The cat was already out when Hat Kid realize that the small beast have steal her favorite accessory. The little girl stand up, almost falling on the ground. She start to go out but she remember that she forget her shoes in her tent. 

With her shoes she go out. Where did he go? She look around her. And she saw ‘HIM’. The small shadowy cat is waiting her, holding her hat with his mounth, at the left of her tent. Suddenly, he ran in the bushes. The little girl let a small ‘Hey! Wait for me!’ and ran for following her thief.

———————-

Meanwhile, not very far in the forest…

“So what’s the plan?” Say a man with black hair

“Maybe we can go at a restaurant?” Ask his white haired friend

“Burger King!” Answer suddenly the black haired man.

Two man are walking throught the forest. It is Mister Moon with Mister Snatcher. The two teacher are walking, talking about the restaurant they would go for diner. 

“And why Burger King?” Ask Moonjumper with an annoyed voice. In fact he knows already what would answer his friend.

“Because bacon!” Answer Snatcher with a large smile on his face

Moonjumper facepalm himself and let a annoyed breath. His friend would made everything for bacon, even the worse. Snatcher laugh at his friend. 

“Burger King is not healthy!” Say Moonjumper, still his hand on his face.

“So where would you go-” Start Snatcher. But he is cut when Moonjumper hand land on his mounth, trying to pause him on his ask. Then Moon let a small ‘Shut up’ with his finger on in front of his mounth. 

At the right of the two man, something is moving in the bushes. So the two teacher  put themselves in a defensive position. A small black head go out of the bushes, then the body. 

“Roughpatch ?!” Say the two man. The cat go met them. But he seems to handle something with his mounth, something purple and almost as big as the small beast. Snatcher start to walk in direction of his cat. But the cat flee. 

“What was this ‘thing’ your cat was holding with his mounth?” Ask Moonjumper to his friend.

“Don’t kn- Whatch’out!” Yell Snatcher. Something is moving again in the bushes, something more big then the small creature. Hat Kid appear from the bushes and fall on the ground.

“Ouch” She says “Oh man! This thief is more fast than me-” She say while she try to stand up but she is cut when she see the two men just in front of her. She scream by surprise and fall again on the ground. And the two men answer by also screaming. But they stop when they realize it is just a girl. The cat, who was watching, seems to laugh but continue to flee when he see that Hatika is on her feets. 

“Gimme my hat back!” She scream, running for catching the little beast. 

Some minutes after she was gone, Moonjumper and Snatcher, when they see they have no more danger, dare to move. 

“What was THAT?” Ask Snatcher

“I don’t know but … it’s strange I think that I have see this girl before-” Answer Moonjumper. But he realize why, it is one of his student. 

“Wait… It’s the swamp at this direction?” Tell suddenly Snatcher

It caugh Moonjumper off of his guard, like a lightning stroke him. Does she know where she is running?! 

“Snatch! We have to stop this child!” Say Moonjumper while he grab the arm of his friend.

“It’s not our problem, Moon…” Start to say Snatcher. “Come on, I’m hungry…” Moonjumper cannot believe that. His friend prefer to let die a child? “Snatch, do you remember the last time someone attemps to pass in the Swamp ? Besides, it’s a child. Do you want to see a child drowning? Do you have a heart or none?” The white haired man is not wrong. The last time someone travels in the forest, the poor man lost his life. Then, the black haired man is not heartless, even if he doesn’t looks like, he likes children. At some point that he wanted to adopt some years ago. Snatcher lets an annoyed breathing. He will not win this time. “Come on, let’s go find her”

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Author note: heyyyyyyyyyyy... I know what you are thinking. I just want to say sorry to has been missing for a long time. But now I'm back. The third chapter have two parts just because I don't want to be too long for you. Besides I want to install again a normal publishing fics schedule. And because I've class for a good part of the week, I will not be able to write everyday like before. But don't worry! I will not forget you. Talking about fics, A Hat at Sea will appear in two or three weeks. Another fic will also appear but I have to find some stuff to write. Also, I want you to help me to find some things to write for my readerxSnatcher fic. If you have an idea, anything, go send me a message. And also thank you for reading this.

[klayr-de-gall]

Comment tag game!

Share (excerpts from) 5 of your favorite comments you got on your fics (etc) this year and tag some friends!

Tagged by @ihni​! Thank you!! This is a sweet way to put the spotlight to the wonderful people who comment on fics (and art and other things) <3

First of all, I’m imensely greatfull to everyone who took the time to commend on my works, or write sweet Tags for it. I feel supported and loved by you all! <3 And you can be sure that I have seen every single one! Going back and rereading comments is a great way to lift my mood!

I had a hard time choosing!

I got this super enthiusiatic comment on my Witch!Steve Art. It’s from @pleasedontfightmeoverharlos​ I feel really loved! They also mad a Fanart for my Punk AU. HOW AWeSoME is that??? 💙💙💙

ooooOOOH MY FLIPPING GOD THIS IS AMAZING JESUS CHRISTTTT! THE ANATOMY IS SO ON POINT AND THE POSE IS SIMPLE BUT I LOVE IT AND THE MONOCHROME COLOUR SCHEME APART FROM HIS EYES, THE JEWELLERY, THE FIRE AND THE CATS EYES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS LITERALLY SO GOOD I CANT

(It also had a screeming Opossum Picture at the end!)

I got this comment from @lymricks​ on my Autumn-Pic. I was just suer stunned by that much appriciation

THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ON THE INTERNET

The next comment I got from moonlightx on Ao3 on my fic “The Sevent Life”. It’s really lovely! And they also took the time to point out some mistakes and suggested some better tags!

i ADORE your art on tumblr, so i’m thrilled to see you writing!! and god—witch steve and cursed cat!billy is PERFECT for halloween. steve with tats is HOT.

i already love this universe. i love how steve uses herbs and comes from a family line of witches and thinks in such detail about the veil thinning and rituals (the rot of the other side, barb at the edges of his consciousness and screaming, clove and fire for samhain—WOW). billy is terrifying but also i love how he stands up for his beliefs and honestly? his badass-ness is kinda hot, whoops.

oh my god, i can’t wait for more. poor steve is gonna get his heart broken. and who cursed billy? and why? will robin show up? can she be a witch or something magical too? is there a big bad creature they’re gonna have to fight like the mind flayer but witchier? ILL SHUT UP NOW.

EXCITED!! thank you for this omg ❤️

This lovely commend was by @intricatecakes ! I had the honour to draw some Rowdy Three Art for her in an Axchange-event and it was amazing!

Immensely delighted to have had the chance to collaborate with the wonderful @klayr-de-gall who is an absolute blessing to work with and their art is sO STELLAR 😍😍😍 so happy we could work together, 100000/10, would do again

The last one is not on comment, but the whole package! A big HUG to @gideongrace who always leaves my tons of comments when reading throught my drafts and on everything else I do! Thanks you so much for your support! 💙💙❤💜

Everyone who wanna do this should!! It’s such a great game! Spread the öove and go read some comments! The people mentioned also have to do it!!  I also tag @letshargroovetonight @wrecked-fuse @plas-ti-cism @tea-otter @tracy7307

[hecohansen31]

(Just Ride) Part 3

A/N: Hello there lovelies!

I just wanted you to know that this will be the last piece of this series for at least a few weeks, since I have had two ideas for two new fics (one of which is the sequel of “A Little Loss of Innocence”), but I low key also had an idea for an epilogue for this series, so… THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU HEAR OF BABE PROFESSIONAL BIKER JIM!

Also this is my very first and complete smut, so please… don’t hate me, if you see anything that you actually don’t like please let me know and I shall try to take your advise and make my writing better!

So please don’t forget to tell mey your opinions on it, throught a comment, an ask or a message, I love y’all and I need validation, sorry guys… (but seriously help me and my writing so we can understand if I did something wrong!).

Let me know lovelies!

SUMMARY: Apparently time has come and Jimmy and Mechanic! Reader finds themselves in the most akward situation of all… their first time having sex (yeah I know I am bad with summaries…)

WORDS: 3,5 K

WARNINGS: Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Mommy Kink and Dom And Sub dynamics (I know that this is too soft to be BDSM, or anything related, also because Jimmy Boy makes fun of it in my fic, but I just wanted a nice and sweet first time between those two, as Reader said “there will be time for harder punishments”).

On the third date, thing started to get heated between her and Jimmy, which honestly surprised her.

The biker wasn’t one to wait, both on the circuit and with women, but strangely with her he cherished the sweetest and calmest of gestures, such as a forehead kiss meanwhile they worked on his bike.

He had gotten pretty good at it, enough that she rewarded him multiple times with kisses all over his face, meanwhile he giggled that they needed to be careful.

They needed to keep their relationship a secret, both for the fact that it wouldn’t have looked good on their stable, since she was supposed to work on two bikes, the other own belonging to the other biker of their race team, but she was basically Jimmy’s mechanic, since her and Russel had divided long ago the bikers they would be working on, she still had responsibilities towards the other biker.

(Although he wasn’t as sweet as Jimmy).

And it would have looked extremely unprofessional for her to share a relationship with the person, who drove the bike she fixed, not only because people could argue it wasn’t proper for her to work on his bike, but they could also argue she wasn’t in the right state of mind.

She indeed still felt her heart beat faster whenever a particular dangerous move brought Jimmy closer to the road, but she tried to keep it in behind her sunglasses, just to hug attack Jimmy in his trailer, making him swear not to try anything too dangerous just to impress people in the audience.

“You don’t get it?!” he had mumbled, meanwhile she cuddled to his chest in his bed in the trailer “I only have one person to impress, and that is you”.

“You are such an actor, Mason” she had mumbled, to hide the way that confession had taken, rubbing her in just the right way, ready to either cry or punch him or kiss him passionately, till the neighboring trailers wondered what those screams were for “… you have to impress me, not murder me with an heart attack, understood?”.

He had just kissed her lazily, as an answer, before cuddling with her for the rest of the free hour after the race and before the press conference.

And now they were at their third date, she had had to be the one to ask him to come inside, since Jimmy had actually just tried his best to invite himself implicitly but without saying it out loud, a generous blush on his cheeks and his eyes not meeting hers.

The same position he had assumed when she had told him to get settled on the sofa, meanwhile she poured him something in the kitchen, coming back to Jimmy, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, meanwhile he had his jacket on his pants, covering something she had felt during the make-out session outside her house, when her neighbor had caught them and coughed pointedly.

“Do you think she has recognized us?” had asked Jim, when she had turned around, searching for her keys in her bag “Should we…?”.

“She is convinced I work at the convenience store a few meters from here, and if she doesn’t think I am that, she gets me confused with Tina, the girl on the floor under mine… so you shouldn’t be worried, and even if you were… she is an old lady with a terrible sight”.

This had calmed him down, but he still seemed at unease so she kept her distance when she settled on the sofa, moving the glass of water towards him; she had asked if he had wanted something stronger, but he had just said he needed water to clear his throat.

Somebody could argue that three dates were a little too little for that, but she honestly had never been the conventional girl, alongside the fact that they had only three dates because of the respective troubling timetables.

But in reality, they had spent each moment on the circuit together, when she wasn’t fixing his bike and he wasn’t on the mentioned bike, so they knew so much about themselves and they were pretty confident on the fact that they liked each other.

-Is everything alright, Jimmy? – she mumbled, putting a hand on his shoulder to caress it, calmly and Jim immediately melted under her touch, immediately shifting closer.

-I am just nervous-.

-I promise that if it will make you feel better, I will talk with the old lady…- she promised, but before she could reply anything, Jim had shifted away.

-…it is not about the lady! – he rambled and avoided eye-contact, which got her to be the one to come closer, although she kept her hands to herself (pretty difficult) -… I am just nervous to be with you-.

-You do realize the only different thing from our usual time together is that we don’t have a bike between us…? – she tried to calm him down, totally understanding his nervousness but wanting to make him feel better.

-… it’s just… it’s your house and… - he raised his head to meet her eyes and smiled at her -… I am overthinking everything, right? -.

-No, it’s totally ok to be nervous, and just so you know… we are not going to anything you don’t want to do- and she kissed his forehead, meanwhile he hugged her with an arm, bringing her closer.

-I got very lucky, didn’t I? – he whispered, meanwhile she chuckled and nodded.

-Indeed, Mason, you got very lucky! – this prompted a joking-offended expression from Jim, who kissed her swiftly, a teasing way to get back at her words.

-You know you should have gone with “I got lucky too”.

-No, I shouldn’t, you are a nuisance Jim Mason- she giggled, diving for another little kiss, clearly feeling the nervousness and unease fade away, slowly -… but you are my very cute nuisance-.

-I am not cute- he protested, but she booped his nose to make him aware of the cuteness.

-Yes, you are, my very very cute boy- and she moved to his lap, straddling him, meanwhile she laid a few kisses on his face, getting him to brighten under her ministrations -… my pretty boy-.

-…my very hot mechanic- he shot back, before giggling under her, recaching up to kiss her and he dragged the entire thing out, pushing his tongue in her mouth, ranking it against her teeth, meanwhile she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

They were so into it that she started to rock her hips against his hard-on, getting a loud moan from him, whispered right in her mouth, the vibrations caressing her lips, gently.

When they separated from each other, it was her time to be nervous and she stopped Jim, from removing the first item of clothes.

-I have something I need to tell you before we move further- and she stood back, meanwhile he reached out for her arms, keeping her steady and giving her his undivided attention -… I know this might sound strange and you are very free to even tell me that you are uncomfortable, it won’t change nothing going on between us…-

She was straight up babbling and he reached up to kiss her, as she had done a few weeks before, catching her by surprise, before kissing her nose gently.

-No need to be nervous, I trust you with all my heart- he told her to go on with a gentle look.

-I am a very dominant person, not only in the stables but also … in bed- she had discovered this as soon as she had gone out with a boy, finding herself attracted to the possibility to see him crumble behind her, but everybody had just looked at her crazy, so she didn’t expect Jim to throb, practically, under her at the mention of that -… and I would like to…-.

-Wait… are you rehearsing Mr Grey’s discourse to Anastasia from “Fifty Shades of Bullshit”…- she straight up slapped his shoulder hard enough he actually let out a very pained mumble -… THAT HURT! -.

-It was meant to hurt, idiot- she mumbled, but still she moved down his ear and then to his shoulder to kiss the small hurt -… I was trying to be serious-.

-I know, babe- he mumbled, kissing her forehead -… but I had to-.

-That is what I am going to tell you later, when I don’t make you cum- she replied, at his ear level, getting the little moan he let out right into her ear at the mention of what was to come and that gave her the strength to go on, feeling under her how much Jimmy was enjoying the entire thing, grabbing his face between her hands, framing his face -… but I might just let you cum because you are so pretty-.

This got him to hold out a breath.

-… or maybe it will be even a prettier sight to see you roll around asking for mercy, I can’t decide…- she pulled away to tap her chin with a finger, contemplating the proper punishment for the small infraction, holding him tight under her hot core, feeling every inch of him.

She knew it was already a form of torture because he was so close to being in her and still so far away from the warmth.

-Please mommy don’t be too mean- the “mommy” took her extremely by surprise.

The “mommy” joke was an inside thing between her and Jim, and nobody else (she remembered perfectly when a fellow mechanic had tried to use the nickname and Jimmy almost snapped his head off) but she had never believed it would be much more, hiding something… like that… but at least, for her, it was a nice surprise.

-Ehm… maybe I shall go easy on your because it is your first time…- she thought about it, seeing something shine in Jim’s eyes hope, and as soon as she saw it, she retreated from his lap, getting up and away from him, getting him to try to catch her, meanwhile he silently protested with his eyes -… but you are also a tough boy who destroys my bikes each chance he gets, so I shall treat you as one-.

And she turned around, moving to her bedroom.

She might not let him out nicely after what he had just done, but she didn’t want their first time to be only a quick fuck on her sofa, and she turned around to check if he was following her, but he was on the couch still, waiting for her to order him around.

Which she did gladly did.

-Want to stay on the couch and get yourself off, or are you coming with mommy to her room?- this immediately got a rise out of him, who jumped up faster, following her and even entering the room before her as if he was again on the circuit, racing past her with confidence and setting down on her bed, comfortably, which got her to roll her eyes at his childish behavior, although she smiled sweetly, amused by the entire thing.

She joined him pretty quickly, her hand moving to his elegantly crisp shirt, or better to its buttons, opening it for her hand to move just through his skin, which she caressed elegantly, looking at him in the eyes, meanwhile checking his reactions not knowing if what she was doing was right or wrong.

And from the full-blown pupils he got just from her frail touches, he liked it.

When she got him out of the shirt, quickly discarded off the bed, she pushed him down, getting a boyish laugh from him, meanwhile she straddled him, a hand going to his chest to keep him down, before bringing her lips centimeters away from his.

Jim wanted to get up but she quickly held him down:

-Baby boy, don’t move so quickly and without my approval, and maybe I will be nice- and she moved to kiss his neck, pushing marks into his skin, mindful of where his race-suit covered, and where it didn’t, leaving a few marks just to make sure that the umbrella-girls would know he was taken, whenever they puffed his chest out at him.

And then she made her way to the pleasurable treasure trail of little blonde hair, till it brought her where Jimmy wanted her the most, standing at full attention for her and for her welcoming hand, which wrapped tightly around him, using the slick on the head of it, around the hot skin there, before her mouth tasted him, making Jimmy arch on the bed, which prompted a smirk from her.

She laid her head down on his tummy, feeling the muscle under it clench instinctively, looking down at him, who just stared at her between his lashes, annoyed with this treatment, but also attentive at her next gesture.

-You look so cute, Jimmy Boy and taste so good- she mumbled, licking her lips slowly, meanwhile Jimmy just rolled back his eyes, arching again, although she hadn’t touched him-…what do you say? -.

-Thank you…- he mumbled, although he still smirked, a bit too brattily for her, who gave his thigh a pinch -… mommy-.

-Oh, that’s better! – she smiled, jumping up, and moving around, turning her back -… still you are a bit too cocky, so maybe I should leave you like this-.

This got Jim to drop the smirking and he immediately crawled where she was standing, his hands didn’t dare touch her, but he moved closer.

-Please, pretty please don’t leave me like this, mommy- and then he hugged her, placing a kiss on her neck, sweetly and tryingly -…I need you so bad-.

-Just because you have a very big problem between your legs – she mumbled, turning around to meet his blue eyes, big mistake since he actually looked so needy and sweet and she just wanted to kiss him, throwing away all the plans she had made to make him pay for any bike he had ruined…

-… at least you are admitting it’s big- he mumbled, getting a grin from her.

-Keep on talking like this, and I will leave you high and dry-.

-Please don’t, it would be horrible to walk out of this with my tail between my legs, pretty literally-.

After that she threw him down, pushing him against the bed and this time she allowed a kiss, just to stop him from talking, eating up his giggle at her sudden move, and this time when she went down, she stayed there, till the very edge.

She left him unsatisfied when she got up, hair messy because of Jim’s wandering hands (she hadn’t had the heart to tell him not to, there would be more time when it would be far harder) and her cheeks emptying and filling with air, whereas they had held Jim’s manhood, and lips slick with split and precum.

Although he was unsatisfied he didn’t protest, for which he got rewarded with a slick kiss, right on his lips, her tongue swiftly entering his mouth, to let him taste himself, before smearing slick on his lips, in a very messy kiss, almost as much as her hair had become, but he breathed happily into her, thrusting up instinctively into the kiss, making his manhood sweep over her clothed core, the jeans creating a pleasurable friction that he moaned through the touch, till she held his hips down.

-Baby, if you want for this to happen, you better behave- and he nodded quickly, and she separated getting a pained moan from him, but she calmed him down with a  caress his cheeks, before getting his hand to join hers, meanwhile she unbuttoned her blouse, leading it in circles, meeting her skin, tasting the supple one of her breasts, and then moving down to her elegant pants, unbuttoning them, to reveal black underwear matching the bralette she was wearing.

And finally meeting his eyes, she dared to see what he thought of her, naked in front of him and in them  there was an intensity she had never found in anybody else, as if not only he liked what he saw but he gave himself up to her entirely.

She discarded the pants in an angle of the bed, too hot and bothered to care, because if Jim was a mess on edge, she felt so emotional that when she let him enter her as soon as she was on top of him, her hands on his chest, after she had slipped a condom on him, she let out a few tears, not believing she had found someone who loved her so completely and desperately.

And when she started rocking her hips, holding Jim tight under her, but with care not to bruise the skin, immediately their rhythm immediately mixed, with her slow one and his desperate one, fighting her grip till she started to match it, and she spit out a “brat” at the smile she got from allowing his demand (absolutely not because she wanted to speed up, the thing, nooo…).

The need and the tension, immediately building up and she felt herself closer, enough that she almost closed her eyes to ease the feeling, meanwhile Jimmy tried to grasp her, getting himself up, and the movement got her to crack open an eye to reprimand him from trying anything…

But he just got up and kissed a nipple, before, taking it into his mouth, more gently than she had expected and kept this up, meeting her gaze.

And she was gone.

Just a swift touch of her clit, friction and excitement ran through her body and she was gone, gripping at his shoulder with enough force she knew there would be moon-shaped signs on it soon, but most of all, she brought him with her.

He bit straight down on her nipple, hard enough she would have a mark, meanwhile he spilled into the condom, but she felt every throb and twitch.

She didn’t mind it.

And then they held each other for what seemed eternity till the tiredness dropped on both of them and she fell down on him, getting a giggle from him.

She tried to make him exit her, more for his comfort than hers, but he just protested, holding her tightly, meanwhile she calmed him down with a few caresses to his back, meeting his eyes, smiling as brightly as she had never done, getting another tired but happy smile, before he nuzzled her nose, caressing it gently, before plopping down it a kiss, and then another and then another again…

They stayed in that embraced position till it got uncomfortable and then Jimmy allowed her to leave.

She rose up, feeling her release on her thighs, meanwhile she threw the condom in the nearest bin, getting a pained noise from an oversensitive Jim.

She calmed him down telling him what a good boy he was, and he had been, getting up only when she felt him react better, and moving to the bathroom, still feeling his protests but shushing them with the promise that it would take just a minute.

She retrieved a rag, knowing they had to clean up, but also realizing they were both too tired for a shower, so she simply rubbed the towel on him, attentive of his oversensitive skin and Jim thanked her for the coldness of it, which brought him relief.

He then tried to do the same for her, for which she thanked him, kissing his nose, but he was also too tired to do anything, and she just said:

“don’t worry, baby boy, this is a mommy thing, just enjoy it”.

They then moved the party under the covers, where she had moved both of them, hugging him gently, but loosely enough not to make him feel constricted, but he was the one who tightened the grip, facing her, and moving to the crook of her neck, nestling there.

-You are so much better than Mr Grey- he mumbled, making her laugh, in the blackness of the room.

-You have such a way with words, Jimmy Boy- she replied, cuddling him closer, and again drawing circles on his back.

-… what I was trying to say is that, it was beautiful and I wanted to thank you for that- he phrased it better.

-You never have to say “thank you” for that, Jimmy Boy, but it is nice to know that you have some manners- she sweetly linked their hands under the covers.

-…I only reserve the best for you, mommy-.

-And mommy loves her pretty boy- she replied, knowing perfectly she had just said the “l-word” but maybe Jim was already gone to sleep, since he had closed his eyes, tired.

-Love you too, my very hot mechanic-.

She smirked meanwhile she closed her eyes too…

Apparently this had got much better than just a ride.

Hey guys, 

(I had to upload it again because I wasn’t happy with it, so sorry).

As always feedback is welcome, leave an heart a comment, reblog it and you will for ever have my heart!

@sojournmichael @littledemondani @blakewaterxx @desertsunflower00 @uinen-ulmiel (if you want to be tagged in my next fic let me know!).

Love you, lovelies!

[asstheticous]

in secret [m]

Request: Hi, can I request a Mingyu smut scenario please where the reader has been teasing Mingyu all day and they have rough-ish sex but they have to be quiet because they have kids. Your writings are amazing btw. Thanks! aww thanks anonie

Pairing: Kim Mingyu / Reader

Genre: sin, sin, and MORE SIN. I tried to keep this fairly pg in the beginning stages of writing this fic but I wasn’t exactly successful in that heh heh. Beware of mild cursing.

Summary:  Basically, you tease Mingyu throught the entire day and he can’t wait to get his hands on you when you arrive home.

Word Count: 1, 308

Mingyu merely stared at your appearance, etching the absolutely mouth-watering image into his mind. There you sat before him, your knees coming in contact with the carpeted living room floor, looking up at him with bright, innocent looking eyes.

Your face bore a curious expression, making it look as if you didn’t know what would happen next; or what would occur if you didn’t comply with his wishes. But you knew all too well what was to come.

Mingyu caught your chin with his index finger and thumb and chuckled, sending brief shivers down your spine.

“So,” he whispered quietly, “you though you could get away with teasing me like that, hm?”

Keeping up your innocent act, you blinked at him and widened your eyes in false shock.

“Teasing you like what, daddy?“

His eye twitched as you called him by his title, and you swore you heard a small moan after you said it, but whatever it was quickly faded as you could see an expression of anger and frustration form on his face.

Mingyu grabbed your fore arm and postioned your ear to his mouth.

“I think you know exactly what you did, baby girl.” he purred into your ear. “I knew it was a bad idea to let you walk around in that f*cking skirt; and when you bent down pick up that pen—” he growled lowly into your ear,

“-you knew I was watching didn’t you?”

You could feel your body began to heat up, the wetness in your lower region becoming more prominent as you bit down on your lip hard. Usually, during times like this, Mingyu’s tone was anything but serious: it was more playful than anything; but you could not find even a hint of playfulness here.

It had been your master plan all along, to tease your dear partner to the point of fustration; and judging by the way he was acting during the car ride home, you could tell that your actions: rubbing your hands against his upper thigh, or leaning against the table just enough for him to catch a glipse of your lacy underwear, had definetely worked (and the obvious bulge in his tight work pants further proved your theory).

He threaded his hand into your hair and tugged, causing you to gasp slightly as he made you stare into his eyes.

‘I’ve been waiting so long for that damn meeting to end, just so I could wreck that pretty little pussy of yours. ” he confessed, licking his lips and staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Now, I want you on that couch, spreading legs for me. Got that, princess?”

You immediately obeyed his wishes, crawling on all fours to the very couch you and your kids had watched TV together this morning; and just as you had been instructed, you hesitantly split your legs apart, removing any sort of warmth and friction you felt with them clamped together as they were earlier.

Mingyu groaned inwardly at the sight; the intensity of his want for you increasing as he stared hungrily at your dripping cunt, your sticky arousal gleaming in the light of the cealing fan.

But as much as he wanted to ravage you right then and there, he knew needed some way to punish you for your naughty behavior today. And after a bit of thinking, he got a bright idea.

With a visible smirk, your lover brushed his lips against yours, giving you a few  kisses before whispering,

“I hope you didn’t think i’d forget to punish my baby girl for that inexcusable behavior…“ he cooed sweetly, his hands ghosting over your abdomen. You felt his finger run along your folds, making you to hiss at the sensation. Mingyu continued.

“I don’t want to hear one peep out of you while we do this, understand?” he commanded, looking towards you for confirmation. It was odd for him to ask you to be quiet during sex, as he often told you how much he loved to hear you scream for him. You looked up at him curiously and you opened your mouth to ask why he would request such a thing, but you quickly reconsidered when you saw the stern look on his face.

“If you don’t want to get smacked on the ass and feel sore later, I suggest you do what I say and keep quiet.” he said through gritted teeth.

You gulped in fear as you wondered how you were going to get through this ordeal. And the fact that your two children, Jinsoo and Sungmin were in their bedroom across the hall playing didn’t help the situation either. If you were too loud, they would think something is wrong and rush in there, and you certainly didn’t think that they were the right age to have the sex talk yet

So you both had to keep quiet for the sake of their innocence.

Mingyu sat up to undo his belt, still keeping eye contact with you as he slid off his pants, his boxers coming off soon after.

His erection stood up tall and proud, and your eyes traced over the prominent veins that ran along it. You were practically drooling when he brought his hand over to it, and began touching himself in front of you.

A small but sharp moan tumbled from his lips, his mouth agape. It was obvious that he was beginning to loose himself in the moment, but he bit his keep himself quiet.

You watched him , your eyes never leaving him as your hand travles down to play with your aching clit.

Just the thought of Mingyu f*cking you senseless was enough to put you on edge; you long to have him inside of you, pulling your hair and whispering dirty things into your ear. If you didn’t have him right now, you were positively sure you would go insane.

“Daddy…” you whispered out to him, being cautious of the volume of your voice.

He hummed back to you and opened his eyes, panting.

“What is it, princess? ”

Biting your lip, you slowly crawled onto Mingyu’s lap, staring at him dead in the eye as you wrapped your arms around his head.

“F*ck me.” you mewled into his ear.

It was like a switch was suddenly turned on inside his head when you said those fateful words, and in three seconds you found yourself laying flat with your hands pinned down by the wrist.

He didn’t even hesitate to start, thrusting into you without warning, and it took every ounce of strength you had to not let out a scream. The way his face controted as he ripped through you, his desperate pants as he chased his own climax would be enough to make anyone c*m on the spot, and the potential of getting caught by someone added fuel to the fire, in a weird way.

Harder and faster he went, leaving out of breath and limp, and you soon began to feel your own orgasm approaching.

“I’m so close, baby girl - ” he moaned quietly into your ear, giving his last thrusts before releasing his thick, hot c*m into you. And with a deep gasp, you came as well.

For a few minutes, you and Mingyu rested on each other, basking in the warmness of each other, until he picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he turned and swiftly pinned you down on the mattress.

“What you doing … Mingyu?” you asked, utterly confused.“

The black haired man only chuckled , looking at you deep in the eyes with a smirk.

“Did you think we were done sweetheart?” he asked, breathing heavily. He let go of your arms and moved back, positioning his head in-between your legs, kissiing the inside of your thighs before licking a long stripe along your folds.

“The fun has only just begun - ” he whispered.

[cryptthecryptid]

Ao3 Year in Review But I’m like 3 months late

Homie @mexicancat-girl posted her review and reminded me that I never got around to making one myself soooo, yea here ya go

I’m just gonna assume that these questions are just of 2021 until someone tells me otherwise so yea,,,

Top Fandom: Video Blogging RPF, with 28 fics posted

Date of First Fic Posted: First fic of 2021 was Replacement on January 31st 

Top Multi-Chapter Fic:

By Hits/Kudos: Fly Back Home Little Bumblebee at a insane 7k hits By Comment Threads: (unfourtunately the top 2 for this got taken down because prompt fics arent allowed anymore, so the 3rd runner up is gonna do this instead) Eat His Heart Out at 22 comment threads

Top One-Shot: u/DiskMaster420 This is actually a part of my r/AITA series and I like laughing at the difference in hits from this one compared to the others

Fic You’re Most Proud Of: What If You Were Mine for the wiiiiiin, this was my first non-jokey DSMP fic and I really enjoyed describing the wedding dress :D

Fic You Wish Got More Attention: Thank You For The Happiest Year of My Life was really fun to write and I was kinda bummed that it didn’t pass the 1k hit milestone but I wrote it for me so I try not to let it bug me :>

Fic that Challenged You the Most: Writing Sink or Swim mentally broke me bro, I think at one point I had maybe 3 different endings planned out that I either couldn't find a way to make happen or I just couldn’t cohesively describe properly 

Favorite Quote/Passage: From one of the more unknown ones but one that I still love very much, Its Going to Hurt for a While, but You’ll be Fine (really long title I know)

“I know you miss him, and that it sucks. You're gonna hurt for a while, but that’ll be fine. There will be days you want to scream and hit the walls, and there will be days you just want to lay in bed and cry for the rest of your life. There will be times you doubt yourself, there will be times you feel as if you didn’t spend enough time together, and there will be times you can't feel anything at all. It can last for days, weeks, months, or years. But there will also be days you wake up and think about all the time you spent together and you're happy it went that way, there will be days you remember something they did that made you laugh and you’ll laugh at it again, hell there might even be days you don't think about them at all. And that's perfectly fine, there are always going to be good days and bad days, there always have, and there always will be and no one can change that. The only thing you can change is how you respond to it.”

I wrote this fic when I was coping throught my Grandpa’s death so I decided to use advice that I wished someone gave me, in hopes that it would find someone who needed it

Total Words Posted:

From Just 2021 i had exactly 38,294 words!!!

BUT from all 3 years I’ve been writing on Ao3 I’ve had about 80,835 words total!

(Unfourtunately due to the two Prompt fics getting taken down about 25k words got removed from my total count :( that was kind of a shot to the ego but I’m coping lmao)

[soap-brain]

*thumbs up* the fic sounds GREAT we always need more space Gays

hmm decide for yourself maybe

(under the cut: discussions /  mentions of sex, some kissing, and yeah. stuff.)

i still don’t know how to really feel about this fic and whether it even fits with my headcanons but. yea. also it’s ooc af in some places i think?????????

they’re relatively new here too.

Hugh eventually manages to pull a tiny moan from Paul, truly a feat of grand proportions, given how quiet Paul is. His lover snaps his mouth shut immediately though, and Hugh can’t help but feel a little bit let down. Paul has made it very clear that he considers a lot of acts more or less a waste of time, sex only being there for reproduction or scratching an annoying biological itch, and yet he eventually climbed on Hugh’s lap for more kisses and is now clawing at his back.

Hugh bites down on his neck a little, then flicks his tongue over the spot again, sucking a proper hickey into Paul’s skin. They’re both off tomorrow, so while it should glow brightly red, it should also vanish eventually.

The only sign that this is affecting Paul at all is his elevated respiratory frequency, and the tiny moan he just made, trying desperately (and failing) to pretend this isn’t affecting him at all. He does that with a lot of things, and so every time Hugh gets him to relent a little is a victory on its own.

But right now he’s being especially difficult. Hugh knows what he’s doing, and he knows that this specific point he got on Paul’s neck is especially sensitive due to a ton of nerves just so happening to be there, and he knows that Paul should be moaning a little more by now. But he isn’t, and that makes it Hugh’s personal challenge, to make sure he does start moaning.

So he pulls away just a bit to fan breath over the hickey, runs a hand over the back of Paul’s neck, squeezing just a little, and then he attacks again.

Paul only breathes. It’s a bit disappointing, really.

Hugh nuzzles further up, to just below Paul’s ear, and worries at the thin skin there. That gets a little choked sound out of Paul, so Hugh tries again.

A while later Hugh is nibbling at the ridge of Paul’s shoulder, making the sixth red mark, a couple of delicious sounds from Paul richer, but he really wants to make Paul shivery with pleasure. He loves kissing Paul - his skin is soft and feels good and smells good and every little sound his love gives up is a blessing, but Paul’s spine is rigid and while he’s pressing against Hugh he’s not as insistent as Hugh would like. Ideally, Paul would be begging by now, but he seems so oddly detached and composed.

So Hugh pulls away and pecks Paul’s jaw for a moment before looking at him, carding a hand into his hair. Paul’s eyes are squeezed shut and he looks a little like he’s in pain.

    “Paul? Are you alright?”

Paul lets out a shuddering breath and nods, but he doesn’t open his eyes.

Unease floods Hugh’s stomach.

    “Look at me, baby, please.”

Paul’s eyes flutter open.

    “Are you okay with this? Do you need me to stop?”

Paul inhales harshly and then shakes his head, eyes dropping to somewhere around Hugh’s chest.

    “No. Please. Keep - keep doing that.” His voice is hoarse.

    “Are you enjoying it? Paul, it’s okay if you don’t. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. Please be honest.”

    “I am honest, and I’m telling you to go on,” he snaps.

    “Are you sure?”

Paul’s head whips up and he glares.

    “Yes, I am sure.”

Hugh pulls him in for a kiss to mitigate the sting. Paul kisses back almost animatedly.

    “Okay,” Hugh whispers between them, licking first his lips then swiping his tongue over Paul’s lower lip before pulling him in for another kiss. Paul sighs a little against his lips again, the barest hint of relaxation creeping into his shoulders and Hugh uses that to slip his tongue inside Paul’s mouth, gently nudging his. This is definitely something they’ve done before (and a lot), so Paul responds with vigor, holding Hugh closer and sliding their tongues together, suddenly almost forceful.

Hugh moans happily. He likes this Paul who takes what he wants. He’s a good kisser, probably because he’s always mentally catalogueing everything and by now knows exactly how Hugh likes to be kissed.

They end up with Paul on top of him and Hugh against the couch eventually, Paul’s hands now supporting his weight instead of holding onto Hugh, which isn’t exactly ideal. Hugh’s hands have free roam though, and he can’t seem to stop running them along Paul’s sides. He’s a little desperate to let them slip under Paul’s shirt, but that’s more than just a bit sexual, and he’d like to talk about that with Paul first.

Paul moves away a little, looking at Hugh, and there’s a crease between his brows that usually doesn’t mean anything good.

    “Hugh?”

Hugh strokes down Paul’s back in a manner that he hopes is reassuring and smiles at him.

    “What is it?”

    “Where are we going with this?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Why are you kissing me?”

Hugh frowns. “Paul, you were the one who climbed into my lap and started kissing me.”

    “I - yes, I know, but where are you going with this? What do you want?”

    “I’d like to keep kissing you, cuddle, enjoy my time with you. But … not if you don’t want to.”

Paul sighs, clearly annoyed. “That’s not what I mean.”

    “Then what do you mean?”

    “What’s your endgoal?”

    “For our relationship, or for … right now?”

    “I meant right now, but … both?”

    “Okay.” Hugh moves to cup Paul’s jaw. “For our relationship - I want to be happy with you, and I want you to be happy. That’s all. And … for right now, I want to kiss you and hold you, for as long as that’s what you want too.”

The frown on Paul’s face is getting deeper. “But I don’t understand. That doesn’t get you anywhere.”

    “What? I - I don’t want to get anyhwere, Paul.”

    “So you don’t want to have sex with me?” Paul asks completely matter of fact. He’s still looming over Hugh, but something is clearly happening here that Hugh doesn’t understand yet.

    “I, uh, Paul, look. I - yes, I do want to have sex with you, because I think you’re attractive and I love you and I enjoy sex, but … I don’t know, not right now? I thought we’d - talk about that first or, I don’t know, something. I didn’t know that, well, that you wanted. I mean if - look, if you want to, and … right now, I’m fine with that, I’m definitely fine with it, a little suprised, but it’s not like I don’t want to, um.” He’s rambling. Oh, god, he’s definitely rambling, but his mouth isn’t stopping. “Again, you’re attractive, I like you a lot, I like having sex, but I didn’t know you wanted it, I just … thought you’d want to talk about it first. Maybe, I don’t know.”

There are a lot of emotions happening in Paul’s face.

    “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine too, I don’t want to pressure you to do anything, we don’t have to do anything, it’s - we’ve got time, it’s fine.”

    “So … if … if I only wanted to keep kissing you, that’d be okay with you?”

    “Of course!” Hugh runs a hand throught Paul’s hair. “Of course, darling. Don’t worry about it.”

Paul nods, not looking Hugh in the eye.

    “Sorry for ruining the mood and all,” he mutters, the hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks.

Hugh smiles and pushes himself upwards, capturing Paul’s lips again and tugging him down with him.

    “It’s fine. Don’t worry, just kiss me.”

And Paul does, getting comfortable on Hugh’s chest again. He’s decidedly more enthusiastic now, and Hugh spares a moment to wonder whether he was afraid of Hugh making a move on him. Then he wraps both arms against Paul and holds him closer and kisses him some more and that becomes his whole world.

When they get ready for bed hours later, the hickeys on Paul’s skin have turned a lovely dark shade of red and Hugh can’t help but stare a little bit, something like pride swelling in his chest.

    “These better fade before my next shift,” Paul says, tracing them with his fingers.

Hugh wraps himself around Paul from the back and kisses his fingers.

    “I wish they didn’t have to, but I’ve got a dermal regen here to help along. Do you want me to -“

    “No. Tomorrow.”

Hugh grins against Paul’s shoulder and bites him again, just a little bit.

    “Hugh?”

    “Yes?”

    “You said you want to have sex with me.”

Hugh meets Paul’s eyes in the mirror. There’s something in them that Hugh doesn’t recognize. Paul is honestly giving every encryption program a run for its money because goddamn is he difficult to read sometimes, and Hugh’s already gotten so much better at it.

    “I said that, yes. But only if you want to.”

Paul nods, obviously thinking about something.

    “What do you mean by that? What - what do you think about when you think about having sex with me?”

Hugh thinks of the fantasies he’s had, of spreading his legs for Paul and having him moan into his skin, press inside his body and watch the look on his face as he’s being penetrated, of being on his knees in front of Paul, of the way his skin would taste, of the sounds he might be able to get out of Paul, of burying his face between Paul’s cheeks and making him scream, of the two of them pressing each other against walls or couches or the shower, hands flying, choking moans into the other’s skin, of the way Paul would look when he’s overcome with pleasure. Yeah, Hugh has thought about sleeping with Paul a lot.

    “Um,” he says intelligently. “I, um, Paul, I want to do anything and everything you want to do. Or, heh, at least try it.”

Paul glares at him in the mirror.

    “But what do you want?”

    “I, I -“ The mental image of Paul’s face contorted in pleasure comes to his mind again, unbidden. “I want to see you come.”

Paul twists around in Hugh’s grip until he can look at him.

    “What? No, I mean what you want.”

Hugh shrugs. “I want to see you so mindless with pleasure that you scream.”

Paul’s facial expression is approaching comical, as if he were a computer and Hugh had done something to induce a critical system error.

    “But - that doesn’t make any sense! What do you want?”

    “Like I said. I want you to enjoy yourself so much that you scream. That’s what I’d like, so I’d like to try out everything to make you do that.”

    “Well - I don’t scream. I don’t do that.”

Hugh grins. “Sure you don’t.”

    “I really don’t.”

    “Sure. One day I’m going to prove you wrong.”

    “No.” Paul doesn’t look too upset though.

    “Paul, I’m going to lay you out, kiss you until you cry, touch you until you beg, and I promise you that when you come, you’ll scream.”

    “No, you won’t. I don’t scream.”

    “Oh, after I’m done with you, you will.”

There’s a hint of a smirk playing with Paul’s lips and Hugh knows Paul is doing his best to keep that hidden. For once, he’s not good at all at something, and Hugh leans in to steal a gentle kiss.

    “You’ve got no idea what’s coming for you, sweetheart.”

Paul suddenly can’t contain his grin anymore.

    “You, hopefully.”

Hugh laughs in delight and crowds Paul against the bathroom counter.

    “Is that how it is?”

Paul smiles a small, secret little smile.

    “Well, I mean …”

And he’s blushing. Oh, that’s adorable.

    “Um.” He’s lowering his eyes again, staring at the safety of Hugh’s chest. “If you - since you want to, and, um, we could, maybe.”

Paul is one of the smartest people Hugh ever met, with a vocabulary that would put most language professors to shame, able to talk at lightspeed without stumbling over his words once. But now he’s obviously out of his depth and that, too, is adorable.

    “I mean, we could, um. Maybe just - a little, because it’s not like I, uh, don’t, you know, want, or anything, but, like, um, yeah. You know.” Paul finishes his little speech directed at Hugh’s collarbone with a nod, cheeks clearly burning.

Hugh’s heart is beating heavily in his chest.

    “Paul,” he says gently. “What do you want to do? What are you comfortable with?”

Paul’s hands come up to curl into Hugh’s shirt.

    “Well. As you … probably guessed, I’m … not the most experienced person in the world.” He glances up and there’s so much painful honestly in his eyes that it hurts Hugh a little. “So … I don’t exactly know.”

There’s a question that needs to be asked here before they can go any further.

    “Paul. I’ve got to know, um, are you -“

    “A virgin?”

    “Yeah,” Hugh breathes, watching Paul. There’s so much that could go wrong here, and no matter what, he doesn’t want to scare Paul off, especially not now when he’s so open and vulnerable.

    “No. Not really. Um. I’ve - done stuff with other people.”

Hugh raises his eyebrows. “Okay. That’s … specific.”

Paul sighs, and now he’s starting to really look uncomfortable.

    “I’ve - I’ve had, sex, so to speak, not, um, penetrative or anything, uh, but. I’ve had sex.”

    “Okay. Paul, what do you want to do with me? What are you comfortable with?”

Paul contemplates the question, looking off somewhere to the left.

    “I want to touch you, and … I want you to touch me.”

    “Yep, that’s what generally happens during sex,” Hugh quips, immediately flinching a little because maybe that was too harsh.

Paul grins though, and suddenly he moves forward to bury himself in Hugh’s chest.

    “I don’t really know,” he admits. “But I know that, uh, that I like you, and that I trust you. A lot.”

    “What do you think about when you think about having sex with me?” Hugh prompts.

    “I think about …” Paul stares at his thumb rubbing circles into Hugh’s upper arm. “Well, usually you’re naked.”

Hugh snorts. “Well, it’s a good start. And then?”

    “Um. Well, generally I’m naked too.”

    “Sounds marvelous.”

Paul punches him in the ribs a little. “Shut up. Um, and then you’d - or I’d, or … we, we’d touch each other.”

    “Is there anything specific you’d like?” Hugh prompts.

    “I don’t know. I - I don’t know. Sorry.”

    “No, it’s fine. We’ll figure it out. So let’s say - just hypothetically - we both lose the shirts and go cuddle in bed. Lights on or off is your choice. And then we just … get used to that, maybe touch each other a little. Does that sound like something you’d like?”

    “Oh fuck yes.” Paul laughs a little. “Yes, no, uh, it sounds … it sounds great. I’d love that.” His fingers move to curl at the hem of Hugh’s shirt.

    “Hugh?”

    “Yeah?”

    “I know you said hypothetically, but - uh. Can I? We? Do that? Now?”

Hugh’s heart misses a beat. Oh. Well, hell yeah.

    “Sure. But - Paul. Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like what I’m doing, okay? Promise me.”

    “Okay.” He tugs a little at Hugh’s shirt. “Lose the shirt?”

Hugh chuckles and kisses him quickly. He has half a mind to sit Paul on the counter and make out with him for three hours, but Paul is very much an impatient person. Hugh doesn’t want him to lose his courage, and Paul’s fingers are already slipping under his shirt and brushing against his skin. And if Hugh is honest - he’s been hoping to get Paul somewhat undressed for a while now, so he too is a little impatient.

So he takes a step back and pulls his shirt off, chucking it in the general direction of the hooks where they hang their pajamas and towels. Paul flushes a little, staring quite obviously. Neither of them have really seen each other naked before, because Hugh had been terrified of overstepping and sending Paul running, and Paul obviously has some issues of his own.

Paul’s eyes flicker up to Hugh’s. His pupils are slightly dilated. Hugh has to fight a grin because damn, it’s nice to know that Paul likes what he sees.

    “Can I, um.” He gestures in the general direction of Hugh, dippiing his head down again and blushing so lovely.

Hugh takes Paul’s hand into both of his and sets the palm against his chest, and suddenly he’s got all of Paul on him, hands running over his torso. Hugh can’t help but laugh a little and pull his love closer, running a teasing hand under Paul’s shirt and along his spine.

    “So I lost my shirt,” he says, unable to keep himself from smiling at Paul’s enthusiasm. “And I think step two was you losing yours.”

Paul looks up and matches Hugh’s smile. There’s some insecurity there, but then he lets go of Hugh and tugs his own shirt off. His body is even paler than Hugh imagined, veins showing starkly. The contrast to Hugh’s skin is marvelous.

Paul flushes a lovely crimson, and Hugh can observe how the flush travels all the way to about mid-pectorals. Hugh runs a few teasing fingers along the edge.

    “You know, you’re really cute when you blush,” he says, grinning when that deepens the red.

He pulls Paul flush with him and kisses him, running his hands along Paul’s soft sides and up his chest and his neck and to cup his jaw and then down to his sides and back again, Paul holding onto him and making the tiniest and softest sounds. There’s nothing quite like pressing yourself flush against another person, so much skin on skin and damn, it feels nice to do that again.

    “Want to move this to the bed?” he breathes, feeling Paul smile.

    “Why not?”

And oh, Paul looks happy and careless, and he’s so lovely like that.

     “Wrap your legs around me.”

Paul’s attempted reply turns into a squeak as Hugh suddenly picks him up, Paul’s legs securing him by reflex. Hugh laughs and squeezes his love’s sides.

    “Surprise.”

Paul has to bend down a little to kiss Hugh, who luckily knows the way to the bedroom exactly, because this is a lovely position to kiss Paul in.

They make it to the bed, and Paul moans a little when Hugh pushes him down on it, blanketing his body with his, trying not to break away for breathing but eventually he has no other chance. Paul laughs breathlessly and surges up to press himself against Hugh.

They fall over sideways eventually, getting a little more space between them, and Hugh can’t help but smile. He’s holding Paul loosely at the waist, rubbing his thumb over the soft milky skin. Paul’s still running his hand over Hugh’s arm and has the other one just above Hugh’s heart, which makes his stomach do happy flips.

    “Can I ask you something?” Paul’s voice is low and it feels - oh, it feels really intimate.

    “Sure.”

    “Don’t - take it the wrong way, okay? I’m just curious.”

    “Okay.”

    “Why do people have sex?”

Hugh stares at him for a moment, a bit befuddled.

    “Well, um, it … feels good? It’s fun? Um, it’s just - it’s nice to be intimate with a person, and enjoy yourself with them and … touch them and just be close to each other, and get each other to orgasm … you know, being with someone else and it’s imtimate and it … makes you feel good. Or if you want to, well, have children with someone of the other sex.”

    “So it’s supposed to feel good?”

It takes a moment, and then the words settle uneasily between them. Hugh feels a little sick.

    “Paul …” He’s got no idea what to say. “Paul, were you …”

Paul’s smiling a little. “So it’s actually supposed to feel good? I thought - I thought it’s all a lie and that everyone was just pretending it’s awesome but was in reality just … scratching an itch. And kinda… always mediocre.”

    “You - Paul, I - what are you talking about? Are you - because if you don’t want to, or don’t need to, or think it’s disgusting, or -“

    “No! No, I just - look, I kind of - I thought it was just generally … ’meh’, and everyone was just blowing it way out of proportion and pretending it was amazing while it’s really just kind of mediocre. I’m not asexual, Hugh, I do feel, uh, you know, arousal, and I do - I want - I always wanted the concept of sex, you know, the way you just described it, but it never was that way, and so I just thought - you know, that it’s a global - or galaxy-wide - experience that it’s not amazing but everyone just pretends it’s amazing.” He looks at Hugh expectantly.

    “So … you’re saying that since I say it’s good too it’s just the fact that you never had good sex?”

    “Maybe? It certainly didn’t feel groundbreaking, but, well, the itch needed scratching.”

    “You can’t never have had good sex though!” Hugh is still somewhere near incredulous, because he’s had sex, and while it hasn’t always been great, it’s often enough been at least good, if not better.

Paul snuggles into Hugh’s chest, humming a little.

    “This already feels better than most sex I’ve had, so … I don’t suppose I’ve ever had good sex then.”

    “Why? What makes this so much better?”

Paul doesn’t answer immediately.

    “I think … you make me feel good. I trust you and you … you listen to me. It’s like you actually care about my, my opinion and my wants, and that’s - that feels good.”

    “Of course I care about what you want, love. Of course I do.”

    “’s nice.”

    “Are you falling asleep on me here, Paul?”

Paul yawns against Hugh’s chest.

    “Sorry,” he mumbles.

    “Sleep tight.”

[mel0dylane]

Into the Catacombs Papa Zero x Reader Fic NSFW

NOTE: So I wrote this based on a discord server chat and i blame @ghoulstars this was disgusting to write and is meant to be a horribly written fanfic. Also Tobias and anyone involved in the band, I am so fucking sorry but someone had to do it.

Bon Apetit.

I had heard rumors that a series of passageways were built under the church during the dark ages when i was a young Sister of Sin. The sisters whispered tales that told of something had been kept in the catacombs waiting and abiding its time to rise when God would supposedly wreak his wrath upon the earth and civilization would fall once more into the dark ages. It was rumored that few of the higher ups in the clergy knew where the entrance to the catacombs were but we could never guess which ones. Many sisters had tried to find the catacombs and had failed except sister Agnes. Sister Agnes appeared in a daze one cloudy day and spoke of ecstasy and fire, and of a forked tongue that made her eyes glaze over with lust when she told her story. She told us it was the rumored Being lurking underneath the church that we had whispered about was what had given her so much pleasure. We tried getting her to tell us where the entrance was but she wouldn't say. After the sermon we would theorize what the Being looked like. Did it have claws? Hooves? A leathery tail? Horns? How big was its cock if it had one? What was this unholy Being? We lusted and salivated over what we thought it looked like. A few days later Sister Imperator had announced that Sister Agnes had been left the clergy due to an accident. We didn't say anything but deep down we all knew it was because of her ramblings about the catacombs.

A few weeks after Sister Agnes left, I was tending to the church after Papa Emeritus III's sermon I noticed 2 men in black suits out of the corner of my eye. What struck me as odd was that they were carrying oxygen tanks. "Why do they need oxygen tanks?" I asked myself as I quietly followed the men. I followed them through the church and finally arrived at the vestry. They moved a shelf to reveal a door to what I thought were the catacombs. "Could this be it?!" I thought excitedly to myself. Finally, I could have the chance to feel that forked tongue run down my body. They unlocked the door and hurriedly entered. I caught the door as they closed it and waited a few minutes to make sure they far away. When I stepped through the door my breath caught. Hundreds if not, thousands of human bones of dead devotees and the clergy along with torches lined the walls. As I walked I passed closed doors and more passageways. As I made my way throught the catacombs I saw shadows coming my way. I hurriedly tried to find an unlocked door and once I did I hid. Once the men had passed, I went back to exploring. After a while I found a door at the end of the passageway. I could see bright fire underneath. Nothing could prepare me for what was on the other side of the door. The being was not what I had imagined. No hooves. No leathery tail. No claws. No horns. Definitely no forked tongue. Instead there was a frail old man who looked like he could turn to dust at any given moment. He wore gold and ivory robes and a mitre and sat in a chair as old as the church above. Who was this man? "Come here child," he said after taking a few huffs from his oxygen mask. My body was strangely drawn to him like a magnet despite being repulsed by his withered body. As I kneeled I could hear the sound of the oxygen tank working. "This can't be the Being that Sister Agnis was talking about," I thought. He stared at me even though he was blind due to his cateracts.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am the beginning, child. I was there when Lucifer himself fel-" He took a few huffs of oxygen. "fell from heaven. I am Papa Emeritus Zero. My time is coming child. Soon I will ri-" A few more huffs of oxygen. "rise and this world will fall dark once more. He took a few more huffs of oxygen.

"But first you must make me rise."

I was horrified but turned on. "Would you do anything for me? Would you devote yourself to me and me alone?" he asked between huffs of oxygen. I nodded, my body working against me. "I SHOULDN'T BE ATTRACTED TO HIM" I screamed in my head. But I was. I met him only a few minutes ago and I would already do anything for him. "Lick my feet" he rasped. I lowered my head and started a lickin away.

"Remove...my...slippers" he said.

I removed them and was repulsed. His feet were hairy and covered in bunions and cysts. He also had a few ingrown toenails. But I still licked. He moaned with much effort as I sucked his little piggies.

"Stop..." he groaned.

"Get up from the ground" he wheezed.

When I stood up and looked at him I noticed he had grown an erection.

"Suck" he commanded.

I kneeled and lifted up his robes and gasped. He was huge. Ginormous. He didn't have the cock of a withered old man but of a man in his prime. I looked up and he was smirking. I began stroking his cock before licking from his balls all the way to the tip, tasting his precum. As soon as I started sucking, slowly working my way down, he lifted his shaking hands and pushed my mouth down his cock. I gagged but still continued my work. Soon I could tell he was getting to his end when he started moaning.

"Stop" he wheezed.

I stopped and looked up questioningly. He started to stand and I backed up into a table. He slowly walked to me and with a surprising amount of strength he pulled me up by the veil of my habit and then ripped it off. He pushed me into the table my ass pressed against his errection.

"You have been good and obedient so far but if you get out of line you will be punished accordingly" he whispered and then he licked my ear. I whimpered feeling his forked tongue slither down my neck. "I guess Sister Agnes was right" I thought as he fondled my breasts. He ripped the dress and flipped me over onto the table. I could feel his forked tongue lick my breasts and sucking my nipples and I moaned in pleasure. His mouth moved further down my body and my back arched up to reach his mouth. He finally reached my cunt and moaned loudly when he started sucking my clit I grabbed his head pushing him closer, grinding against his tongue. He suddenly stopped and frowned.

"Oh god did i piss him off?" I wondered

"I warned you if you get out of line you would..." he took a few huffs from his oxygen mask, "be punished accordingly."

He took his cane and popped off the tennis ball that was at the end.

He chuckled when he heard me whimper

"please don't..." I begged.

"please don't..." he said in a mocking tone. "You must be punished accordingly."

He spread my legs and inserted the end of the cane into my cunt. I gasped as I felt the cold metal inside me. He started thrusting it and I gasped. He started stroking his cock getting off to my somewhat discomfort of having a fucking walking cane being thrust into my pussy. He stopped after a few minutes and said in a stern voice "have you learned your lesson?" I nodded furiously hoping for my punishment to end. He slid the cane out of my cunt and started to put the tennis ball back. I slowly tried to remove myself from the table but Papa Emeritus Zero noticed and grabbed me by the hips and and slammed me into his dick. He felt so good now that he was finally inside and soon he started pounding into me, his balls slapping my ass. The sounds of moaning and flesh pounding flesh echoed, my senses overloading. My eyes started to roll back from the sheer intensity of it all but he slapped me and forced me to look into his eyes. He licked my lips and I opened my mouth and and he forced his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of applesauce and oatmeal, the only food he could eat without using his dentures. He grabbed my leg and forced it up so he could get a better angle. As he pounded senselessly into my cunt. I could feel a sensation forming in my lower abdomen and knew i was getting close and he could tell as well. After a few more half-assed trusts he stoped and made his way back to his chair.

"WHY DID YOU STOP?!" I asked him angrily.

"I'm tired" he responded. He smirked obviously entertained that I was getting worked up over me not getting my release.

I walked back to him standing over him sitting in his chair. I straddled his hips making sure not break them.

"I will get my release" I hissed into his ear.

"Then get it" He said wheezed before taking another huff of his oxygen mask.

I positioned myself over his cocked and lowered myself. As I rode him, bouncing on his strangely young dick, eyes locked, He fished out a piece of chocolate from the side table beside him.

"Here have a kiss" he said as he forcefully opened my mouth and put the candy in there. I chewed and swallowed it. Soon I felt my release and moaned as I could feel his cock squirt in me. After we had both cum something was wrong. I checked his pulse and let out a choked scream.

I had fucked papa emeritus zero to death.

[artificialqueens]

Nobody tells me what to do. (Sashea) - billciphereyes

I’m back with another Sashea fanfic that took me much longer than expected to write!

My attempt at Sashea smut based on a heckler telling Shea “No Ma'am” during War on the Catwalk when Shea was asked who she would hook up with and she proceeded to hit on Sasha. In this, Shea is still pissed at the guy by the time they get back to the hotel and Sasha has to try to calm her down. It (kinda) works but Shea takes out all of her pent up anger on totally dominating Sasha. In this story, both of them are single and don’t have boyfriends. As in my last fic, Sasha goes by She/her in and out of drag and will be referred to as such. Don’t get used to me posting this often, because college and I will have a crazy schedule for the first few weeks. Until I figure out how to time manage, my writing time/ ideas will be limited. Postive/constructive comments are welcome!

After the show was over for the night and all the fans had left, the Queens were allowed to go back to their hotel rooms. After showering the rest of her makeup off, Sasha practically collapsed onto the bed. She loved touring and meeting her fans, but was frequently left exhausted at the end of every show. She got on her phone and started scrolling through social media. It was a ritual for her, something relaxing to calm her down and help her get ready to go to bed. As she was looking at her Twitter, her phone buzzed.

Shea: “Hey, can you come to my room? I need a Sasha hug.”

Sasha was slightly confused. Shea would normally come knocking at her hotel room at all hours for whatever reason, most recently at 3 in the morning to show Sasha a ridiculous meme that apparently couldn’t wait until a more decent time. Never had he asked her to come to his room. Nonetheless Sasha got up, grabbed her room key, found a pair of flip-flops, and walked across the hallway to what she knew to be Shea’s room. He opened the door as soon as she knocked, pulled her in the room, and embraced her, shutting the door with his hand. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, wrapping her arms around him as well. He didn’t answer her at first, but continued to hold her in the small hallway of the room. After a moment or two, he spoke up. “I’m just so mad about what happened tonight.” He whispered. At first, Sasha was confused, then she remembered. During the Q and A part of the show, Shea had been asked if she would ever hook up with another Drag Queen, to which she proceeded to ask Sasha about her evening plans in a very sexual way. The fans ate it up, except for one heckler who screamed “No Ma'am!” at her. Shea then tried to take her jacket off to fight whoever said it, failing miserably, and then sat back down. To the fans who were watching, it would look like another adorable “Sashea” moment like the ones that happened frequently over social media. But Sasha could tell that Shea was genuinely annoyed just from her eyes when they caught hers on stage. But now, as Sasha watched angry tears run down Shea’s face, she realized just how much the comment affected her sweet friend.  "I know we haven’t been famous that long, but you should know by now not to let those kind of people affect you.“ She told him, moving one of her hands to wipe away some of his tears. Shea sighed. "I know, and had it been just directed at me, I would have been ok. But since it was directed at you as well, I’m not ok with it.” Sasha stared at him. She couldn’t explain it, but when he said that, butterflies started flying in her stomach. He must have interpreted her face as confusion, because he continued. “ I mean, the statement could be interpreted In anyway you want, but I see it in one of two ways, either I’m not good enough for you, or you’re not good enough for me, neither of which I’m ok with. "He said. "Because you mean so much to me Sasha, so, so, much to me, and the fact that someone has the nerve to suggest in anyway that you’re less than amazing makes me so mad.” Shea said, visibly shaking. Sasha felt tears running down her own face, in shock about what she had just heard. She knew she should say something, but she didn’t know what to say. “ For what it’s worth, I think the world of you too”. She heard herself say. “And I hate seeing you cry just because of a hater”. “ Oh, it’s not JUST him Sasha, It’s every single "fan” that thinks they can bully other Queens just because their favorite went home. Every single person that hides behind a computer screen and talks trash. It’s not right!“ He sobbed. "I know Boo, but those people don’t know the real you, and the real you is so beautiful and caring, and if they can’t see that, then it’s their loss.” She said, stroking his cheek. “ people are mean, and you’ve got to rise above the pettiness and continue to shine like the star you are.” “I know.” He said. “It’s just just hard to remain calm when a hater appears in person and yells at you. Even more so when you’re talking about some one you love.” Sasha felt her heart skip a beat at his words. “He loves me. Shea loves me.” She replayed in her head. She and Shea had told each other that they loved each other before, but this felt different, It felt like it expanded beyond just friends, and God did that sound good to Sasha. But right now, she realized she needed to calm him down in some way. “It’s a good thing there was something separating you two, otherwise you would have killed the guy.” She said in a lame attempt at a joke. He smiled. “Gurl you know it!” They laughed until Sasha’s stomach hurt. When they caught their breath, their eyes met. The tenderness in which he looked at her made her knees feel weak. His hand reached out to cup her cheek and used his thumb to stroke her. As if by instinct, her lips puckered. She blushed, but silently begged Shea to kiss her. He smiled, then leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Sasha gasped, giving Shea room to explore her mouth with his tongue. Arms pulled each other closer, allowing Sasha to feel Shea’s erection against her own. She moaned into his mouth, leaning into him, barely able to support herself. Shea pulled back, and Sasha saw a spark in his eyes before she felt her feet leave the ground, gravity pulling her flip-flops back down. She shreaked as Shea walked deeper into the room, stopping at the side of the bed before unceremoniously dumping Sasha onto it. Shea stood by the side of the bed, staring into Sasha’s eyes with a deep intensity, a look that she had never seen in anyones eyes before. As she watched, Shea reached out and took off her glasses, making things a little blurrier. He placed them on the night stand, then walked over to what Sasha assumed was his suitcase. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had a pretty good idea. Sure enough, when he walked back over, He had a box of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands. The meer sight of the objects made Sasha moan again. He placed them next to her glasses, then got on the bed himself, strattling Sasha’s hips. He leaned down so that He could kiss her again. “Are you ok with this?” he asked aginst her lips. “Yes.” She breathed. “Take me. I’m all yours.” Shea smiled into the kiss, then left her mouth to plant soft kisses on her cheeks, her chin, under her jawline, and on her neck. Every single time his lips touched her skin, shivers went through her and goosebumps appered. She didn’t think she could feel more beautiful, then another kiss was planted. Shea began to bite at her neck, hard. Sasha let out a strangled cry, pleasure mostly overriding the pain. She imagined hickies all up and down her neck in the morning and the other Queens not having to work very hard to put two and two together, but she didn’t care. The animalistic idea of marking something as ones own, of Shea marking Sasha as his own was such a turn on. Shea began taking their shirts off, first his, then Sasha’s. The kisses contuned, trailing down her boy chest. Sasha tangled her fingers in Shea’s hair, only to have him remove them and place them back at her sides, the look in his eyes begging her not to move. He went back to kissing her, progressively getting closer to the part that made her male, which she was very much aware of at the the moment. She watched as Shea paused, his fingers tucked underneath the waistband of Sasha’s pants. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he must have seen the desperation in her eyes, because he promptly yanked her pants down, leaving her completely naked. Sasha couldnt help but blush, but Shea didnt notice, he was too busy staring. He kissed the very tip of her member, licking up the drops that had aready leaked out. Sasha let out a soft moan as his tongue moved all around the tip, screwing up the bedsheets in her hands. Shea looked up at her, smirked, then took all of her in his mouth. Sasha gasped, which made Shea chuckle, causing more vibrations to go up her spine. He licked, sucked, and hummed until Sasha was a shaking mess under him. She wanted to stroke his cheek, tangle her fingers in his hair, reciprocate his touch in some way, but she knew that he would just move her hands again. “Damm his stubbornness.” She thought to herself. Suddenly, he released her, sitting up. He looked her straight in her eyes as he took off his own pants, giving Sasha a brief glance at his own erection before flipping her over on her stomach. She heard the distinctive sound of a cap opening before a lube-covered finger entered her. She gasped loudly, feeling that pleasure/pain combo that she loved. Shea began thrusting his finger in and out of her, trying to open her up while pressing kisses against her back. A second finger soon entered her, followed up by a third. Sasha was moaning into the pillow, trembling as each thrust sent shockwaves through her body.  She felt his fingers leave her, then heard a lot of indistinguishable noises before the clear sound of a wrapper  opening rang throught the room. A moan of anticipation left her lips, knowing what was coming next. Shea helped Sasha to her hands and knees before kneeling behind her, the tip of him pressed up against her entrance. His hands grabbed her sides before slowly pushing himself in. Sasha and Shea gasped in unison, and Sasha felt tears well up in her eyes. Unable to find any words, she motioned for him to wait. He did, stroking her back gently until she thought she was ready, so she motioned for him to go ahead. The first few thrusts hurt, they usually did, but the pleasure soon overtook her, especially when he found the sensitive bundle of nerves that caused her to moan even deeper. And him, the noises he was making were so beautiful, it turned her on even more. As he picked up the pace, Sasha could feel his sweat drip onto her back, she knew most people would find it gross, but she loved it, loved the rawness of it. She felt a hand wrap around her member and start stroking it, causing Sasha to become almost overwelmed with not only pleasure, but love. Love for Shea, for the man who got so upset at the very notion of her being subpar to anyone else, who loved her for who she was, and who she loved back with such ferocity it hurt. It was just so freaking beautiful, the way two people could find each other and want to be close. It was even more beautiful when those two people decided that they were more than friends. She came hard, letting out a half scream half cry, and just barely avoided collapsing. Shea came moments after, Shaking like crazy. After he pulled out and got rid of the condom, they laid next to each other, Shea stroking Sasha’s arm and Sasha playing with Shea’s hair. “Hey Sasha?” Shea asked after a few moments.  " Yeah Babe? “ She replied, feeling a little sleepy. ” I love you. “ Sasha’s eyes shot open, her heart was pounding again. ” I mean, I’m not just saying that because we just had amazing sex, I actually love you, I’ve loved you for a while now And I guess it just now came to the surface. I…“ "Shea , it’s ok.” She told him, grabbing his free hand. “ I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. ” He smiled at her, then pulled her closer and kissed her.  They jumped apart when a phone went off several times in a row. Sasha crawled over to where her pants had been dumped and pulled out her phone before going back over to Shea. She had three text messages.

Trinity: “ You know the walls here are paper-thin, right?”

Farrah: “ It’s about damm time you and Shea hooked up, good for you gurl! ”

Eureka: “Gurl what is Shea doing to you in there?”

“Oh no!” Groaned Sasha, showing Shea her phone. Shea laughed as Sasha covered her face with her hands. “Why? Why couldn’t they leave it alone?” “ Because they’re Drag Queens and they’re obsessed with gossip and our sex lifes.” Shea said, rubbing her side. “We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?” “ No way, Babe. The moment we step outside we’ll be bombarded with "I told you so’s”  Shea said, pulling her hands away from her face and gently kissing her. Sasha gave herself over to the kiss, every single inch of her loving his touch. It seemed like only seconds had passed before Sasha’s phone went off again. She groaned into his lips before breaking apart and grabbing her phone.

Alexis: “You sure showed that one guy from tonight!”

Sasha and Shea burst into laughter at the same time. “ We did show him who’s boss tonight, didn’t we?” Sasha asked with a giant smile on her face. “ Damm right we did!” Shea said, pulling Sasha closer and stroking her face. “Nobody tells Shea Coulee what to do.”