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goldentsum · 3 years

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━ thirst posts - idol! reader

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: finally, another bnha post-- my submissive and overstim fic on my bnha masterlist was lonely so i whipped up another bb HAHAHAHA UNEDITEDDDD

━ bakugou ♡

an angry boy that hides his feelings inside and in social media--.. he has multiple accounts that caters to different moods that he has, there’s the daddydom acct then theres the sweetbabyboi acct-- HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SOMEONE FINDING OUT HE HAS THE LATTER ACCOUNT

kacchan loves you because of the fact that you two were different but also similar, with him being angry and intimidating on the surface but a mess of feelings inside and with you being sweet and soft on the surface but a vixen inside

DUALITY-! TODOROKI DOESN’T EVEN COMPARE TO YOU WHEN IT COMES TO DUALITY-! bakugou would fight anyone for you if someone calls bullshit on you. he would 100% NO HESITATION would deck someone--

he def has thousands of pictures of you in his phone and laptop, the ratio of pics of him and other things to you is outstanding,, 1:8 def

HE ALSO SCREAMED ONE TIME WHEN YOU POSTED A VIDEO WITH YOU SHOWING YOUR DUALITY--! everyone in the dorm thought he was angry, in actuality he was hyperventilating because you’re so hot-- also this happens so frequently, class A doesn’t even address it

bakugou: [SCREAMING IN HIS ROOM]

class a: lol, yall hear something--

[(y/n)ssweetboi]: hOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SOFT THEN TURN SO SINFULLY PRETTY?? I’M SO ANGRY AND SO ATTACKED RN-!! mOMMY NEEDS TO CALM THE TF DOWN AND SHOULD JUST WRAP THE HOLY THIGHS AROUND MY FACE-!

━ todoroki ♡

he’s basically the epitome of head empty just (y/n) 24/7 pls--

people would look at him and think, “huh, i wonder what goes inside that pretty head of his?” then todoroki’s brain just goes: “rAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) “

if someone has a mind-reading quirk, press f for them because of how sinful his thoughts are--

HE DOESN’T EVEN CARE IF ANYONE KNOWS HE’S THINKING OF LEWD THINGS! HE’S SO BRAVE PLS-! SO BRAVELY STUPID AND THIRSTY

in his room, he has a wall and altar that is dedicated for you. all of your merch, the past concert tickets and bands, polaroid pics he got in your albums, and polaroid pics of when he bought the royalty ticket are all on that wall-- yall wondering how he has all that money to afford that? three words. endeavor’s credit card.

this boy goes all out when you have a concert-! HE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT TO WAIT IN YOUR WEBSITE WAITING FOR THE SECOND THE PRE-SELLING OF TICKETS. he refreshes the site every 1 second pls--

shouto: [refreshing the site for the nth time at 3 AM] [clearly sleepy]

site: PRE-SELLING

shouto: [SHOOKEDT] [awake af] i AM SPEED-! CLICK YOU FU-

he’s also so cocky and boast-y on his account pls-! he’s so different in his main and irl

[officially_(y/n)sbabydaddy]: i GOT THE ROYALTY TICKET-! AGAIN! you peasants can’t relate, huh. press f for all of you. i’m going to see my baby mama again <3 a little fact for yall, (y/n) smells really good <3 especially when she’s sweating 🥴 bet she tastes amazing as she smells <3

━ kirishima ♡

baby kiri is still a little shy about mentioning that he likes you and kpop but that doesn’t mean if someone ask him about kpop, he’ll act like he hates it or he doesn’t know.

A CLOSET HARD STAN THOUGH

hard stan kiri goes HARD FR like his quirk and his dicc AND HE CAN’T BE STOPPED IF HE STARTS

he has you being pretty as usual as his lockscreen and got all giddy and happy when his grandmother ask if you were his girlfriend,, bet your ass that kiri said that you are-!

inside his phone though, is a completely different matter-.. this boy has all sort of thirst pics of you! and he gets a little shy when he stares at your pictures for a little too long and makes eye contact with you in the pic LIKE HE WASN’T JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LEWD-!

he and kaminari binge watches you and your group’s web series and THEY ALWAYS WATCH YOUR COMEBACK TOGETHER AND SCREAM TOGETHER

kaminari thinks kiri is a soft stan and tries to get him to join the dark side aka the hard stan side of twitter-- what kaminari doesn’t know is that kiri is on there already and also creates contents here and there 👀

kaminari: bruhh-! look at this edit of (y/n) as a demon-!

kirishima: [looking at the video he edited all night] wow--

[rockhardfor(y/n)]: if you see something in my pants- PLEASE ITS NOT A WEAPON AND JUST MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! i don’t wanna go through that again as i try to explain that a video of a queen throwing it back is the cause of that-- </3

━ shinsou ♡

HIM AND TODOROKI ARE THE SAME WITH HOW THEIR THOUGHTS GET 0-100 REAL QUICK-! LEWD THOUGHTS ARE LIVING RENT FREE IN THEIR BRAIN PLS--

also that tired look on shinsou’s face is not showing what really goes on his head bUT unlike todoroki, he gets conscious of his thoughts when he gets to the real nasty parts when he’s daydreaming as he remembers there’s people with quirks around him

shinsou: [thinks about you getting your guts rearranged by him] hehe~ <3

also shinsou internally: [realizes that someone might know what he’s thinking about] 002223444212487537924 lah la la la laaa! i’m thinking of rabbits-... yeah rabbits lol fluffy rabbits that hops across the garden- nothing dirty here. just pure innocent thoughts

shinsou also creates and reads fanfiction-- as soon as that bell rings, he would zoom zoom out of that classroom and into his room to read smuts

then he gets inspired and he stays up all night to write THE DIRTIEST SMUT ANYONE HAS EVER READ-!! the piece gets A LOT of hearts and comments and he’s PROUD PROUD

now he also has commissions for fanfiction and shinsou is getting money because of how perverted his thoughts are-! he’s also so talented in writing! HE LEGIT GOES INTO DETAILS SO PEOPLE ARE LIKE: “WOAH-!! HOLY WATERRR”

it’s a win-win for shinsou, he can turn his fantasies into stories and GETS money for it? bruh, fap material AND GET CASH <3

[(y/n)as_akittycat]: so is anyone not gonna comment on what (y/n) was doing in the background? KITTY WAS ON H E R KNEESS-!! bruh, kitty is flexible- ya’ll know what this means, right? mORE POSITIONS-! <3

━ kaminari ♡

this boy has no filter THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO GET EMBARRASS BY IT-! LIKE AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID, “i want to fuck (y/n) so hard that her ancestors could feel it-”

so are you not gonna do it? bruh, talk about empty promises-

HE MAKES SHINSOU SHOOKEDT WITH THINGS HE SAYS AND THAT TIRED BOY MAKES SMUTS-! shinsou def uses kaminari’s lines in his fanfics pls whatta power duo

kaminari: i wanna shove my dick down in (y/n)’s throat and cum so deep, you could see it trailing down her throat--

shinsou: [SHOOKEDT] what the fuck dude?

also shinsou internally: wRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN-!

ONE TIME, he got too excited when you posted a video of your choreography wearing those tiny shorts and he short-circuited-- he really went: “wIEEE~”

he’s cautious now not too excited, especially when he’s outside and you post out of no where

it’s also a miracle that his twitter account is still running with how erotic and lewd he gets in his tweets-- HE ALSO RETWEETS EDITS OF YOUR MOANS IN HIS FEED-! IN HIS MAIN ACCOUNT! HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT

he’s either REALLY FUCKING brave or just plain stupid. maybe both idk

[(y/n)k.denki]: have you ever just look at someone and go, “wow, i would really wanna fuck you hard right now” because i do. everytime i see my queen-- LET ME HIT (Y/N)-! I’LL BE GOOD I SWEARRRRRR

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rdrhoe · 3 years

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daddy dutch x fem reader here we goo

my first ever fanfic for the red dead community i wrote this as complete self indulgent pwp whilst vv high

warnings: hella daddy dutch, spanking, dom/sub, angsty ish maybe

part 1 of 2 (2 is here)

& on ao3

Dutch is pissed that you stormed off after an argument. now you gotta face the consequences >:)

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You drew in a shaky breath as you made your way through the night, finally heading towards the swamps where Shady Belle lurked. Having spent the last couple of nights busying yourself on the streets and surrounding area of Saint Denis, you missed your bed and the gang, but most of all you missed Dutch. You were scared. Scared to go home, back to camp.

You'd had a disagreement with Dutch and decided there and then the best course of action was to simply leave. In part because you'd had enough of his shit, but also because you had an almost violent need to prove to yourself that you still could survive alone. You didn't need him, not like that. But your heart and soul needed him. He unlocked feelings within you that you had never known, only dreaming of, but god he did grate on you sometimes.

He had insisted you start staying behind on more jobs and it just irked you. Being inconspicuous and nimble was how you found yourself in the gang in the first place, sneaking through windows into people's homestead in the dead of night, quietly robbing them of everything and anything valuable they possessed.

That had sort of become your role in the gang. When Dutch and the boys would go out on a job, you would either join them in whatever scam or con they were cooking up - no one ever suspected you of a thing, you were too polite and innocent with folk to be a no good thief - or would scope out nearby towns and homesteads, sometimes alone, sometimes with Dutch, sometimes with a few of the others, but you were always free to do what you wanted; within Dutchs limitations of course.

But lately, things hadn't always been going to plan. You thought Dutch hadn't been acting quite himself, and you made sure to tell him as much. Ever since Blackwater, and that nasty business in Rhodes, you'd just lost all hope. You weren't seeing life through rose tinted glasses anymore. But you loved Dutch, loved the gang... most of them anyway. As you grew closer to camp, your mind was racing with your last conversation with Dutch.

"Can't you understand, sweet girl? I'm just trying to protect you, keep you safe-" Dutch had told you when you when you confronted him on being left behind for the hundredth time. You'd been repeating yourself a lot lately, as had he with his responses. There was always an amused glint in his eyes, a hint of a smirk daring to poke through on his lips. He found your 'tantrums' adorable and often told you as much.

"Oh don't give me that shit Dutch" you snapped at him "this isn't about keeping me safe, you know damn well I can protect myself! You just adore the idea of having your own personal whore...always waiting around for you an keeping your bed warm!"

You cringed at how you sounded, you knew you were coming off as shrill and your voice died you when you saw Dutch stand from his chair near the fire. The amusement that played on his face before was now replaced with one of annoyance.

"Watch your mouth, girl. I understand you're... upset," he grabbed your hair as he stalked closer to you, twisting it so you gasped as he forced your neck up to look at him. "Don't you dare be forgetting your place now, sweet thing"

"my place!? My place?? so I am just a whore to you-"

"Sweetheart, you know that's not true, but I'm growing increasingly tired of your attitude," he spoke harshly into your ear, before easing his grip on your hair, his voice becoming softer "I've lost too many already, I can't lose you too"

You stiffened as tears threatened to spring to yours eyes.

"I... that's not fair Dutch, if you had just listened-" you tried

"No. Enough. The answer is final. You're to stay here unless I say otherwise. There's nothing more to be said. This is for your own good, girl. I know what's best for you" he let go of your hair completely to tilt your chin up, looking at you with a fierce intensity. You knew, looking into his eyes then, you loved him, so very very much, and you knew he loved you too. But god you were angry. You had survived alone for years without his help, and when you tried to voice that to him, he had already turned away, muttering about wanting to finish off a chapter of his latest read, when something in you just snapped.

"Fuck you, Dutch" you turned and stormed off not awaiting his response. You heard him call your name as you had stomped off. Others had questioned you, asked what was wrong, where you were going...

You climbed onto your horse, ignoring the shouts and questions, and rode out into the night.

That had been two nights ago now, and you regretted your actions. You knew Dutch was trying to keep you safe, you could see that, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't mind not having to go out on jobs as much. The thrill you used to feel from robbing bad folk had been replaced by a constant gnawing anxiety that something would go wrong, because more often or not, something usually did go wrong. But rather, it was the way Dutch would talk to you. Belittle you. Insisting it was him and only him that knew what was best for you. If he just listened to you once in a while, actually take your advice on a job, things could go differently, but he was stubborn. You were too, and that was often how you found yourself in disagreements with him. But he'd been worse lately; ignoring your thoughts and feelings on everything, and you just couldn't take it anymore.

You tried to steady yourself as Shady Belle appeared in your eye line. You were doing your best not to think too hard about what Dutch was going to do to you, it was the principle of the thing! But the confidence you had tried to instil in yourself soon vanished once you saw Dutch's' silhouette atop of the balcony. His cigar smoke circling around, clouding his face. Not that you could see him clearly anyway, it was too dark.

You took several deep breaths as you climbed down off your horse. Most of the camp were asleep, but a few were sat talking quietly by the campfire. Their voices cut off as they saw you, rushing over to check on you. You hurriedly reassured them, you were fine, you had just needed space, time to think.

And that's what you done. You knew you had messed up, and honestly right now more than anything you just wanted to feel Dutchs arms around you, telling you what a good girl you were. You craved his praise and affection, but ferociously loved the darker side of him too. One that would come out when you disobeyed or angered him. He had punished you countless times since the start of your relationship, often because you had purposely pushed his buttons too hard, knowing the sort of response you'd get from him. You craved the feeling of being at his complete and utter mercy. Just as Dutch craved having you beneath him, begging for him. He didn't mind your bratty attitude most of the time, using it as a decent excuse to do all the wicked things he had always desired. But this wasn't just pushing his buttons, you knew he would view it as you putting yourself in danger, running off had been the last thing you would usually do, but you were so sick of trying to talk to him when he just never listens.

After assuring the awake gang members of your safety, you found your way into the old Manor house, eerily beautiful at times, even with it being lost past its glory. Slowly heading up the stairs toward your shared room with Dutch. You hesitated as you approached the door, before reaching up to knock. The second your knuckles graced the wood, the door flung open and you found yourself being hauled into the room by Dutch, slamming the door closed and pushing your back up against it, caging his arms against either side of your head. Eyes dark and burning, staring down at you.

"Where have you been, dear girl?" his voice gave you chills, he wasn't yelling, not yet. But there was a tone of malice, a sneer at your audacity. "I've been worried, I sent Arthur and Charles out looking for you, but seems you were too quick even for them. Clever girl" Dutch spoke slowly, and quietly.

You though it best not to mention you had indeed seen the both of them looking for you, but dashed off without a trace before anyone knew otherwise.

His eyes studied your face carefully. You couldn't match his gaze, choosing to stare at the floor. Dutch lifted your chin, encouraging you to look at him.

"Are you hurt, darling?" he asked softly.

You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your breathing steady.

He hummed. His grip on your chin becoming firmer.

"Well then sweet thing, I'm going to need you to explain to me.." Dutchs hand travelled from your chin down to your neck as he spoke, gripping it just hard enough you could feel his rings digging into your flesh, but not so hard that your breathing was fully cut off, "as to why you think running off on your own like that was an okay thing to do, hm?" the hand around your throat became impossibly tight, just for a moment, before easing off again, giving you a moment to respond.

"I... I..." you tried to steady yourself, trying to find the right words to say. ".. I'm sorry, Dutch...really I just, got sick of being spoken to like a damn child and-" Dutchs grip became like iron then, cutting off your planned excuse. A whimper caught in your throat as your hands flew to up grip his wrist, eyes widening. He gave you a dark glare before crashing his lips to yours. It wasn't soft and tender, it was hard and biting. Making sure you understood your place.

"So, my girl," Dutch began as he withdrew the kiss, relaxing his tight grip on your throat, "if I'm to understand you correctly, in response to being supposedly treated like a child, you decided to act none other than a child, a spoilt little brat who's not getting her way?"

Dutch was beginning to sound angrier by the second. You were trying to focus on his words, how much trouble you were in, but you couldn't ignore the tingling between your legs, you could feel yourself getting wetter the deeper his voice became. You were squirming already, trying to maintain a decorum of composure, opening your mouth to respond, he cut you off before you could get the words out.

"Oh sweet thing, you really do test my patience like no other," Dutch spoke, holding you close for a moment, before pushing you into the middle of the room.

"Strip." the order was barked out faster than you could blink. You stood there for a moment too long for Dutch, who practically started growling at you.

"you listening, girl? Strip, now"

You reached around shakily to start unlacing your dress and bodice, whilst Dutch slowly began making his way across the room, bringing a fresh cigar to his mouth to light it.

You were down to your chemise and bloomers, staring up at Dutch, aware of the way he was scowling at you. You weren't trying to annoy him, you were just in awe of him. He always looked so handsome, especially like this. Moonlight beaming in through the windows, giving his glare just enough light to look all the more menacing, yet still somehow so enticing.

You quickly stripped yourself of your remaining garments when he quirked a brow at you, fighting against the urge to cover yourself under Dutchs heavy gaze. He'd seen you naked plenty of times before of course, but the way he was staring at you was making you squirm.

Dutchs eyes raked over your nude form, taking in your beauty for his enjoyment. All the whilst continue to slowly circle around you, enjoying his cigar. Bastard.

"You do understand how much trouble you're in right now, girl?" Dutch said from behind you, his steady pace coming to a stop.

You shivered as he approached, with him being so close you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him.

"I was sick with worry, thinking the worst...and all because my little princess decided to be a brat. Were you trying to scare your Daddy, sweetheart?" Dutch sounded so menacing then, causing you to shiver with anticipation.

"N-no, Dutch-" you were interrupted when you felt a sharp smack on your backside, making you to squeal.

"What was that, girl?" Dutch snarled at you.

"Daddy!" you tried again, "I'm sorry daddy... I didn't mean to..." you started shaking, understanding how worried Dutch really had been.

Dutch hummed behind you, walking around slowly til he was standing in front of you. You stared at the floorboards, fiddling with your fingers. You heard him sigh and walk away, and glanced up to see him disgarding his cigar in the ash tray and sitting on the bed.

"Come on, girl. You know what happens now" Dutch reached a hand out to you, which you took after a moments hesitation, but knew from expierence attempting to get out of a planned punishment usually didn't end too well for you.

Dutch took your hand gently, before hauling you over his knee, considerably less gentle. He only took a brief moment to palm and kneed at your backside before he brought his hand down. Hard. Right on the lower cheek, causing you to gasp out.

"Not going to be able to sit for a week after I'm through with you, brat" Dutch spoke as his hand came down again and again on your ass. You tried not to kick your legs or reach back, it would only egg Dutch on to spank harder. "Maybe I need to start spanking you daily, girl. Make sure you know your place. That you're mine, and you do as I say"

The spanks were quickly became harder and faster, going from cheek to cheek, never giving you a moment to rest, and making sure every inch of your poor butt was on fire.

You were squirming now, and didn't even realise before it was too late that you were reaching a hand back, only to have Dutchs' large hand grip your own, forcing it down to the small of your back. He positioned himself so he could haul you further over his knee, you were able to touch the floor with your free hand, but your feet were now dangling precariously off the other end, unable to touch the floor. You whimpered again.

"Naughty girl," Dutch chided, resuming his former sadistic pace of spanking, "You should know better than that by now, hm?"

"S-sorry Daddy! I... ow... M'sorry, I really really am.." you were really feeling it now, the stinging burn of his hand. Tears were now forming in your eyes. You knew this is what you wanted, no, needed... But it hurt so much, and you were starting to feel more sorry for yourself by the second, and yet, despite this, you still couldn't ignore the wetness that had become visible down your thighs. You knew Dutch could see it too, especially when he would ghost his hand ever so slightly above your glistening folds, growling and giving your pussy a sharp slap if you tried to push your thighs together.

"Quit squriming, brat. Or does Daddy need to teach you a lesson with his belt?" Dutchs sudden threat made you still, letting out a small whine of defeat. You most certainly did not want to expierence the belt tonight, he'd only used it on you a few times before, but the memories of the welts on your backside was enough to plead for mercy.

"I'll be good! Daddy! Please, I'm sorry-I'll be good... I promise.." you sniffled at him, trying to put on your sweetest voice, the one you knew went right to his dick. You could feel his hardness beneath you, doing your best not to grind yourself all over him, a challenge that was proving to become increasingly difficult.

You heard Dutch grumble, taking a moment to run his large hand all over your burning butt, before bringing his hand down over your heat, he suddenly pushed two fingers into your soaking wet core causing you to gasp out and clench up.

"My girl... what ever am I going to do with you, hm? Such a filthy little thing..." Dutchs voice was considerably softer now, but you knew he was still angry. Pumping his fingers in and out of you for a few seconds more, before removing them. You let out a moan, only to have Dutchs fingers shoved in your mouth, encouraging you to clean yourself off of him. He removed them once he felt you'd done a sufficient enough job.

"Gonna have to keep you locked in a damn cage at this rate, girl" Dutchs stern voice made you quiver. And it would be a lie to say the idea of being Dutchs personal play thing, kept locked away in a cage for his desire only, didn't arouse you.

You only had a brief moment more to fantasise on this idea however, before Dutch suddenly started spanking you again. Somehow, impossibly harder than before. You shrieked then, begging him to forgive you, promising complete obedience.

Dutch laughed at that, loud and mocking.

"Empty promises, my sweet girl. How many times have you promised those pretty words before, hm? You really are shameless aren't you? Naughty, naughty little thing..."

The smacks continued to rain down, Dutch would spank all over until he found a spot that made you whail, bringing his down on the exact same spot over and over again, chuckling at your futile attempts to avoid his wrath.

You wanted nothing more in that moment for Dutch to pull you into this arms and call you his good girl, tell you proud he was of you and all that you had done. But this wasn't one of those times, you deserved the punishment and you were starting to resent yourself for having such a strange desire to defy him, even his most simplist of requests you often found yourself snarling back at him, just so you could hear that tone of voice he used on you when you were pushing your luck a little too far.

You were sobbing now, giving up any and all attempts to get out of your current situation. Letting yourself go limp and weak over Dutchs knee. You heard him hum above you, the spanks ever so slowly becoming softer and softer, until they'd all but stopped. Dutchs hand being nothing more than a soothing grace.

"Beautiful..." you heard him whisper above you, relaxing into the soothing feel of his hand, a welcome change from the pain inflicted only moments before.

You started to apologise again, only to have Dutch hush you.

"No you're not girl, not yet anyway..." Dutch sounded horribly wicked as he spoke, and your stomach dropped with the realisation that your punishment wasn't over.

#Dutch van der linde #Dutch x reader #Nsft #P kinky this my dudes #also on ao3 but my high ass is not looking for that link rn #Rdr2 fanfic #Dutch van der linde x reader #Fic

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thatgirlwritingficsatnight · 3 years

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Odi et Amo I

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior

Catullus, 85

After a few years of working in the USA for Disney and playing the role of The White Fox in Marvel Cinematic Universe you came back to your motherland - Korea only to be greeted with hatred and contempt. To make things harder for you the universe sends you the most irritating neighbour ™. Will you be able to find your happiness and accomplish your dream of becoming loved actress in Korea without complying with standards of patriarchal society?

pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

genre: actor au

warnings: angst, foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 5582

A/N: Hi this is my first fanfic ever, and so there are few things I have to say before you hopefully enjoy reading it. 1. English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors. I’m sorry, perhaps in the future there will be someone to proofread my works. 2. I’m terribly sorry for my interpunction :( for some reason they don’t teach it here and so it may be terrible. I am reading about it more but it’s not easy for me as I haven’t practiced enough. I’m really sorry if it’s awkward. 3. This was supposed to be long oneshot, but I was told not all people enjoy long reads on tumblr like I do, so I decided to make a miniseries out of it. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want me to write some scenarios, or post more of my works (i have a lot of them in the depths of my drive lol). Love, thatgirlwritingficsatnight.

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You sat in spacious sofa in your old apartment in Korea. A sigh leaving your lips as you looked through the headlines.

"The black sheep of Korean show biz comes back after four years in USA"

"Whose heart will she eat now? National heartbreaker came back to Korea"

"Go back to USA you wh*re! - internet went wild over L/N Y/N"

"L/N Y/N comes back in outrageous style"

Most of them were a summary or perhaps a reminder for k-netizens why they should hate you; it's because you dated who you wanted to and for how long you wanted to, it's because this one time in the talk show you told off male host when he kept asking about your private life and because the other time you told another one to stop giving you all the questions about clothes and make up while your male co-star got to answer some deep questions about character development and that's to name the few reasons that came instantly to your mind. Of course some articles had to focus on your airport fashion too. The conservative Korean society had a problem with your bra, or rather a lack of thereof under your designer t-shirt. You left out an irritated groan as you scrolled to the comments. They were vicious and vulgar, you don't know what else did you expect honestly. You tossed the phone and buried your face in your hands fighting the urge to tweet something about the nasty people and how they should keep their antediluvian opinions to themselves. You sighed again perhaps if you were in a different country you'd do that, but here with systematic misogyny, where women were supposed to always smile and nod their heads, here where they got paid 60% of men's pay... you'd most likely be crucified. Then again who if not you would come to your defense? You knew the answer — no one, that realization was enough to anger you even more. The blood was boiling inside you as you snatched your phone back and went into Twitter silently mouthing apologies to your manager who'd be blowing your phone in just a few minutes.

"Yes, I don't wear bras. No, it's not a topic for your article nor your problem. I also know it may shock some people but my dating life is not a topic for your entertainment either."

"It baffles me how Korean society thinks its country is in the group of one of the most civilized ones but still treats women as if we were stuck in 50s."

Your phone was already blowing with notifications, you could see some new articles already popping and soon after that it buzzed as your manager tried to reach you. You silenced your phone and left it on the coffee table while you moved to the kitchen. You got yourself a lamp of wine and watched always busy streets of Seoul from a window. It was already dark and it looked like rivers of light with cars and street lights constantly illuminating them. You were deep in your thoughts as you pondered if you made a good decision. You had a good life in California. You had your best friend there, a house with a pool and many good opportunities for roles you declined. In those four years you became an international star after your role as Marvel's White Fox — a gumiho superhero. You knew in a year or two Disney would ask you to come back to make more movies and most likely you would but you couldn't stay in the USA any longer. Somehow, even though it seemed illogical considering the warm welcome you've got, you still missed your home. You missed Korea the country that loved to hate you. You weren't exaggerating when you said they loved to hate you, for instance you always played villains in Korean films and dramas and the Korean audience loved it. They loved to hate your characters and so every time you tried to audition for a role that would be first or second lead you'd always be cast as the villain. The very first time you played a good character was when you portrayed the White Fox for Marvel, they chose you because you were half American (on your father's side) and because you used to play femme fatales and that was kinda the character. You accepted the role secretly hoping that it would change the way Korea has seen you. It didn't. They said you were too Westernised and that you weren't true Korean and had their own perfect casting with actresses that weren't as scandalous as you. Well, at least the rest of the world loved you. Nonetheless, you came back. You still weren't sure if it was a good idea or for how long, or even if you'd work here or just relax; you were just happy you could eat unhealthy convenience store food whenever you felt like and that kimchi was a standard and not something you'd only find in specific shops. Speaking of, you craved some ramyun with cheese and perhaps some yakult as well. You changed your clothes into a pair of black sweats and a black hoodie and chose to wear a black cap and face mask as well. You checked yourself in a huge mirror in the corridor. Your outfit screamed two things: first was "I am a crazy murderer from drama" and and second "look at me I'm a celebrity". You sighed. Honestly what else could you wear? You decided not to change and went out to the nearest convenience store.

You walked slowly taking your time to get to the store while listening to Def Soul hoping lazy beats would calm your nerves. You bopped your head to the rhythm as you entered the store and went straight into ramyun section. You picked your favourite spicy one and grabbed some cheese, yakult and cherry coke. The girl working there seemed really young and you caught her yawning. She apologized and you smiled warmly although she probably couldn't see it through the mask.

"Don't worry about it I'm tired today as well." you said, and she smiled. You paid with a card and regretted not withdrawing any money so that you could tip her. You remember when you were just a bit younger than her, working in similar way but back in the USA; she’d appreciate extra cash. You took the ramyun to prepare it and hummed as you waited for the noodles to get soft. Food always got you to feel better. You were spreading cheese on your noodles when middle-aged men entered the shop. Soon you'd believe it's not your night or perhaps that you got some bad karma, or that you were just cursed. The men came up to the cashier and asked for a pack of cigarettes. You were about to slurp the first noodles when he spoke.

"When will you finish your shift cutie maybe I can pick you up?" He chuckled and the girl tried to smile politely although anyone with eyes could see how uncomfortable she felt. She tried to decline his advances with a small scared voice clearly she was too young to feel comfortable enough to just curse him out.

"You sluts are always the same. You smile at me flirt with me and then act all fucking.."

"Aish!" you didn't let him finish. And he turned your way surprised someone else was in the store. "I lost all appetite," you dropped the chopsticks next to the bowl and moved your gaze at the male: disgust was rolling off from you in waves, and he flinched upon meeting your eyes, "then again who wouldn't if they had to eat in the presence of trash?" You watched as his face got all red and furious, it seemed almost twisted now. "How dare you speak like that to me, you bi..." once again he couldn't finish his sentence this time you silenced him with your swift actions. You closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed his hand firmly. Then you put it behind his back and twisted it painfully enough for him to groan.

"Call me a bitch, I dare you." you said quietly, but he didn't respond, he just jerked trying to escape your hold. He smelled like tobacco, digested alcohol and grease. You scrunched your nose and took him out of the store. You pushed him lightly, and yet he still lost balance and fell. He shot you a glare full of hate and fury while you tried to remain calm. Truth to be told you were scared, yes you jumped in to help the girl, and successfully silenced him, but that was most likely only because he wasn't sober. You were silently asking universe to help you out as you mustered your courage and played your part of "fearless Y/N”.

"Leave or I'll call the police and tell them you harassed both me and the girl." He stood up and spit under your legs before he left. You sighed, a tight knot unravelling itself finally in your belly, adrenaline that was brought up with the surge of fury disappearing now, leaving you bit wobbly. You made mental note to thank the director of The White Fox for making you take those material arts classes, they came in handy. You came back to the store, you didn’t pay attention to the girl that watched you in awe. You just wanted to enjoy your noodles. Finally, able to take the bite you let out disgusted groan they got too soft. Letting out resigned sigh you opened the yakult.

"Miss Y/N.." small voice started next to you. The girl was blushing and smiling. She was cute, had long brown hair and a mole just under her left eye. You smiled back and it seemed to encourage her. "Thank you. You are like the coolest unnie ever. I will always support you and fight anyone that calls you names and.." You chuckled at her eagerness and sudden flood of words. "Thanks kid. What's your name? "Kim Seoyun." "Nice to meet you Kim Seoyun. I'm L/N Y/N." you said with a smile, and she blushed even more. You looked through the window and bit the inside of your cheek. What if he comes back when you're gone, you couldn’t risk it. "Tell me Seoyun when do you end your shift?" She took out a phone from her pocket. "Oh, in ten minutes." "Great I'll wait for you and order you a taxi." "Ah, unnie you don't have to… you already helped me enough and.." "Nonsense", you cut her off "he may come back and I'll sleep better knowing you are safe at home."

She nodded and came back to work. Leaving you with your soggy and lukewarm noodles. You thought about throwing it out but you hated wasting food and so you made yourself eat at least a bit although now it was cold and awfully soft. Ten minutes passed rather quickly and soon you found yourself standing next to the taxi with Seoyun. You gestured her to get in, but she stood in front of you and suddenly bowed deeply while extending her hands in front of you. Much to your surprise she was giving you a popsicle.

"Y/N-unnie I know it's not much but I wanted to thank you..."

You grinned at her while taking the gift. You quickly unwrapped it and tried it, it was strawberry flavoured.

"Thank you. It's the best popsicle I've ever had." You said honestly. Seoyun blushed and entered the car but before the taxi took off she lowered the car window and screamed.

"Y/N-unnie from today I'm your biggest fan! Unnie fighting!" You laughed.

"Mmm. Thank you!" After that car took off and you happily walked back home. Earphones in, phone in your hand as you decided to order some food since the ramyun sadly haven't been quite satisfying. You slurped at the popsicle even though it was the time of year when nights got colder. The taste of strawberries melted on your tongue. It was the first time someone in Korea told you they were your fan, it was also the first time a Korean fan gave you a gift. Despite the chilly air, and cold ice against your lips you felt warmth spreading from your chest. Grinning to yourself, you scrolled through different restaurants still thinking of what should you eat and then you bumped into someone or rather someone bumped into you. Popsicle fell to the ground and so did your phone with earphones brutally torn out from your ears. The man who bumped into you was in a very similar attire as your own he even wore a mask and a cap. You frowned upon realizing the gift from your first Korean fan was melting next to you. You were however about to apologize before he spoke in irritated tone while collecting some boxes scattered around you two.

"Next time watch where you're going." The blood inside you boiled the third time this evening and you snapped back at him before he could add anything else.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going." your tone was so aggressive it was clear all of the frustrations from today's evening build up in you. You gathered your things quickly.

"Excuse me..." he said straightening as he glared at you. His tone was promising a fight or a lecture at least. You didn't feel like any of that so once again today you didn't let someone finish their sentence, a habit of yours as it seems.

"Apologies accepted, asshole." you said fiercely and left him standing there with his stupid boxes in a state of shock. You got into the elevator and decided not to pay anyone any more of your thoughts tonight. You smiled at wooden popsicle stick and quickly forgot about the man downstairs.

Jinyoung was still shocked but also amused by your witty comeback. He knew he reacted upon his emotions when he was rude to you. He was just angry that he had to move the second time in the last two months. Sasaengs somehow found out about his last apartment in which he lived for only two weeks and just started feeling at home. Few days ago they found him, and he was harassed once again. Tired and angry he acted without thinking when you bumped into him and his belongings scattered. He wanted to apologize right away but you growled back at him, and he got irritated, so he wanted to lecture you or at least tell you not to interrupt other people when they are speaking, but you did just that and in very smart matter at that as well. Now Jinyoung was riding an elevator trying to pinpoint your face, he was sure he had seen you somewhere already. He entered his flat and sighed as he realized he had to unpack once again. He decided it could wait till morning.

You were woken up by both pounding and drilling in the wall behind your head. With long groan you pulled a pillow over your head but it didn't help much. You checked the time on your phone. It was seven thirty in the morning and you couldn't fall asleep till three - courtesy of your jet lag. You tried to ignore it hoping that you were sleepy and tired enough to fall asleep, unfortunately to no avail.

"Who the hell does the renovation on Saturday morning?" you asked your own walls with furious tone. You left the bed deciding to speak with the person next door. You didn't even bother to change from your PJ or brush your teeth, or hair, or even to throw something over yourself. You left your apartment in your bunny pyjama set, a gift from your best friend. Soon you were pounding angrily at the door. It took quite some time before the drilling inside stopped and someone opened the door. The man who opened seized you up and down with his eyes and coughed in his fist diverting his gaze somewhere else.

"Can I help you?" he asked his voice was a bit distressed. "I sure hope you can. It's Saturday seven in the morning." you were fuming, and he finally looked at you although he kept his eyes stuck to your face. "Ah... thank you for informing me. Are you working as personal calendar and clock for all of your neighbours or am I on some special treatment?" he asked sarcastically and smirked which made you: first bewildered and second even more mad if that's possible. "Let me rephrase that for you: it's Saturday, early morning and you are drilling in a wall." "Well, technically it was Mr Ahn who was drilling, I was enjoying myself with a book." He clearly enjoyed teasing you, there was this gleam in his eyes. "Don't you think that's a bit too early for a renovation?" your voice was seething with venom although you tried to keep your cool. "Quite contrary. I checked with the building manager, and I am only supposed to keep quiet between ten p.m and seven a.m. as you can see I even waited thirty minutes." He smiled at you and in that second you hated him, his stupid brown hair, strangely symmetrical face, weirdly tight cardigan and the fact that you couldn't do much since he was in the right. You just turned on your heels ready to storm off back to your flat when he spoke again. "Ah, and might I add I just love your fashion sense." he raised one brow and his eyes once again travelled through your body. "Excuse me?"

"Apologies accepted." Your face went from frowned and angry to shocked in a second, and he laughed at your reaction before closing the doors and leaving you cursing yourself, your luck and your best friend who thought it would be cute to buy you pyjama set which contained of hoodie with ears and a bunny tail and some shorts.

You entered your apartment, deep red setted on your face from both anger and embarrassment. As soon as you closed the doors the drilling continued. You cursed under the breath and went to shower. You stood long under the stream letting the water wash away both dirt and emotions. Once you were clean and ready for the day you’ve decided to ditch your flat for now since it was too loud for you anyway. This time you went for less sporty look but still all black. It was a turtleneck, slacks, martens and a beret. Chic and comfortable. You did your makeup and hair and went out for breakfast. The car was already waiting for you when you got downstairs. You pulled a black mask over your face and greeted the driver who didn't talk much and so you didn't have to worry about the small talk. You scrolled through your phone checking the messages you got from your manager — there was about twenty of them and somehow each was written with different emotion: rage, irritation, sadness, hopelessness and so on. You sighed knowing that you should probably apologize for the troubles you caused him. Then again what were you supposed to do, not react when half of this country is calling you names? You signed back in your Twitter only to be greeted by thousands of notifications. Most of which were trolls and haters commenting on your tweets with occasional death threats in your DMs. You tried your very best not to read each and every comment knowing that even though you were strong it still affected you. You were; however, positively surprised when you found some supporting voices. There was your best friend (obviously) who fiercely defended you and called out everyone on their bull, he even threatened legal action and you smiled brightly at his tweets, but there were also few Korean celebrities who took your side and defended you as well. Most importantly there were few normal people, fans perhaps, who applauded you and thanked for speaking out. You smiled when you saw user "Y/NUnnieFandomPresidentSeoyun" somewhere in your notifications. Somehow traffic was still bad even on weekend and it took you forty minutes to get to the café you had in mind. Once you got there however you didn't regret time spend on travel. It was café in quiet part of town, it wasn't very popular since it wasn't in Gangnam but because of that it was one of your favourites. No paparazzi, no dispatch, no other celebrities.

The place itself wasn't very big but it had huge windows and was located in front of the park so you could easily grab a coffee and go for a walk or just stay inside and watch people and kids spending their time at the park. The interior wasn't anything special either, it wasn't one of those Instagram worthy cafés. It had simple modern style. You came in and ordered coffee and some toasts and sat in front of the window. There were few people inside so you sat without your mask freely and wondered if your friend was already sleeping. It was around nine here so in Los Angeles it was probably midnight. You texted him asking if he's sleeping, and he just responded by facetiming you right away. His black hair was still wet from shower, and he wasn't wearing any shirt.

"Yah! Y/N-ah!" he scolded you immediately. "How dare you not text or call your best friend for over a day. Do you know how worried I was?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"It's not like you contacted me either. And put some clothes on Tuan."

"Never. I know you secretly love watching my chest."

"Gross. Anyway.. I haven't called because I was tired yesterday, you know jet lag and all of that, so don't get mad at me."

"How are you now?" His playfulness was replaced by concern and it was clear he wasn't really asking about the quality of your sleep which was in fact terrible thanks to your lovely neighbour.

"I'm fine." He gave you the look. "Really. Honestly I didn't expect anything better from what I got, so I'm fine Mark."

"I shouldn't have let you go. You know what? Those people don't deserve you. Come back to the USA and let's live together again I'll even cook. Or I can come to you I'll fight them and keep you company. I'm can easily stream from there.." You giggled at him and he grinned. "You know I'm serious though you can come back I already miss you anyway. God, I should have married you maybe you wouldn't leave me Y/N-ah..." he was whiny again and you laughed. It was an inside joke between you. Both yours and his parents would always tell you to just marry already but neither of you felt anything romantic towards the other one. You'd known each other since you were two and both of you had treated each other like siblings ever since.

"You should have and now it's too late. I'll find myself new victim and feast on their heart like a true gumiho I am." you said in theatrical manner while munching on your toast.

"Honestly who the fuck writes those articles?"

"I don't know but I'm pretty sure... Oh my god. You've got to be kidding me." you said and tried to lower your face down so that the person passing in front of the window you've been sitting by couldn't see you.

"What? What? Is that paparazzi? Your ex? Is that paparazzi rented by your ex?" You frowned at your friend.

"What? No? It's my asshole neighbour." "Never heard of him. Why are we hiding anyway? You can just tell him to back off. Last time I checked you were great at that." He showed you two thumbs up and smiled broadly. "I'm hiding because I'm embarrassed and I don't want to talk to him." "Why?" he laughed. "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything it was that stupid PJ you got me..." you whispered at him while trying to make yourself as small as possible. "Oh my god. One day in Korea and you already got yourself a one-night stand. This is not how I raised you. What would your mother say?" he teased you and giggled. "For the love of... it's not like that." you said angrily a bit too loud perhaps since the men in question who was just ordering by the counter turned around and looked you dead in the eyes. His neutral expression changing to surprised before it transformed to smirk. You cursed yourself and Mark and bowed your head slightly and awkwardly before you turned around to face your now laughing friend.

"You should see your face."

"Shut up. I hate you."

"You love me."

"What a surprise." Third voice spoke up by your side and you cringed a little before you put on your cold mask on.

"A surprise indeed." You said, your neighbour moved his eyes from your face to the screen of your phone carefully placed against the glass. Mark was still there, still half naked and smirking at you.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No." you and Mark said at the same time and you send him death glare regretting that you couldn't kick him right now. "I was about to go to sleep anyway. Love you."

He disappeared without waiting for your response. You let out soft sigh and reach out for phone.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The man was already sitting next to you. He was smiling at you and perhaps any other person would say it was a warm type of smile but you felt like he was mocking you. Constantly. You straightened up in your seat and eyed him closely. He was wearing the same tight cardigan, it was accentuating his broad frame and muscles hidden underneath soft, brown cashmere and simple but well fitted blue jeans. You had to admit he was handsome and had somehow angelic face which only made you cringe once you compared it to his personality or at least to what he showed you already. "I don't think that's a good idea." You said after a pause, his expression didn't change for a second, and he sipped on coffee that blushing waitress brought a few seconds ago. "How so?" His voice was sweet and melodic, it irritated you even more. "I am a celebrity, there might be an article about me having coffee with you tomorrow." You kept your tone intentionally bored as you played with the spoon. He laughed and you changed your mind his speaking voice couldn't be called melodic when his laughter sounded so beautifully.

"That's funny. I'm celebrity as well I think I'll survive." It wasn't surprising at all, he was too good-looking to not be an idol, a model or an actor perhaps. You held back another sigh. You could already see the headlines "Y/N attacks again will this man keep up with her appetite" or perhaps "One day in Korea, and she already dates — check out Y/N and her new boy toy". "Yeah I doubt it." you said but quickly added. "Weren't you supposed to renovate your apartment anyway?" "I left it to Mr Ahn it got too loud for me to read in peace."

"I can imagine." Sarcasm was basically dripping from your tongue which only seemed to amuse him even more. His eyes were now twinkling and you thought that he must be a devil in disguise. "I must say it's very lucky that I met you here. What are the odds, right?" "Ah I wouldn't call it lucky, that's for sure." You were currently planning how to escape from this conversation. "So how about we get to know each other a bit better?" He proposed with a warm smile. "I don't think so. I don't even know you." "Oh. That's harsh you do know me. I'm your neighbour and this is our third meeting." He placed a hand over his heart and frowned in pain and you wondered how can one still look handsome while frowning before he continued. "Besides I can fix that. I'm Park Jinyoung nice to meet you. See now we know each other." You fought and urge to roll your eyes and you summoned the most polite looking smile you had in your arsenal. Your phone rang before you could say anything and you've never been more happy to see your manager's face appearing on your screen.

"I'm sorry I have to take it." you said politely, and he just nodded. "Oh I wasn't expecting you to pick up." "Ah manager-nim don't be like that I haven't been picking up only for one day." "Why are you so polite are you with someone?" "Yes." You glared at Jinyoung, he was watching you with a smile with coffee in his hand. "Ok, I can call later." "No!" you almost screamed and cleared your throat trying to remain composure. "No, it's fine." "O-ok. Do you have time today? We should meet and talk I just got something that may interest you. It's really nice drama. I know you said you don't want to play in any of those romantic stories but hear me out this one is..." you'd roll your eyes if not for your neighbour's curious eyes. "Of course when and where will we meet?" You decided to cut off his rumbling. "Really? Before departure, you said you won't play in any stupid drama again." "Ah, I see. I did say that. We should meet today, text me the address then." Hanging up on him, you hoped he got the brains to follow up with text. He thankfully did and your phone barked. Jinyoung laughed again and you gave him confused look. "Did your phone just bark at you?" You blushed against yourself. Was it so weird to have a dog's bark as your message sound? "Ah... yes. I like dogs." You cringed on yourself. Somehow today in front of this man you were constantly losing your cool. He either irritated you or made you flustered enough to forget any eloquent comebacks or eloquence at all. "Anyway it was nice meeting you Jinyoung-ssi but I have to meet up with my manager."

"Oh you're leaving without even properly introducing yourself?" He cocked a brow on you and smirked. You stood up and looked at him coldly. "I'm sorry I don't feel the need." You were about to leave before he spoke again. "Ah… running already... startled... like a true bunny. Come to think of it... it does have a nice ring into it, doesn't it? Bunny. It suits you and you even have a costume already." His voice was so extremely mocking that you felt the irritation buzzing in you like electricity. Not to mention he spoke so loudly the waitress that was blushing at him before now listened carefully. You groaned internally. What if she writes about it somewhere. Media won't let you live especially that he is your neighbour they'd say he is already in love with you. And "bunny" was such a couple pet name. You were in the midst of your internal crisis before he decided to speak again.

"Have nice day bun.." You reacted before you thought, your hand slapped against his mouth before he could say anything more. His eyes got bigger, he was clearly shocked that you were so close to him, that you touched him and that you didn't really care about your language. You on the other had were fuming. You've met your fair share of fuckboys, assholes and idiots but not one of them that had similar status to yours acted with such insolence in public where other people could see you. Well, almost none, perhaps your ex was the only one. You kept your voice quiet, loud enough only for him to hear.

"Shut up. And watch your tongue before I pull it out because the universe be my witness I will and I'll do it with pleasure. My name is not kitten, bunny or any other pet name your buffoon head comes up with. It's Y/N. My name is bloody Y/N." You hissed out and his hand reach out to yours. It was hot from coffee and soft even though his grasp was firm. He took your hand of his mouth and smiled.

"Nice to meet you."

You took a step back and send him the look that must have looked like you were trying to shoot daggers at him.

"I'm sure it is. Now if you excuse me. I don't want to be late."

You rushed to counter to pay only to find out it was already taken care of by Jinyoung. You furrowed your brows and wanted to give him his money back instantly but your phone buzzed and it was your cue to leave. The driver was here.

To Mark 🐰 💙 : One day Tuan... you'll pay for this betrayal

From Mark 🐰 💙 : ILY 2 good night. P.S. He seemed hot 👀

You rolled your eyes how hot was he didn't matter if his sole personality drove you crazy only after three brief meetings. You sighed. This was not how you wanted to spend this day: enraged twice and on your way to see your manager.

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I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

#ask #anon #not art #long post #sorry im just in a bad spot tonight I guess #like i started my day pretty okay but somewhere along the way it nose dived and I'm just trying to not cry in my room

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bittywitches · 4 years

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Change Your Ticket (Grayson Dolan Fanfic)

A/N: kinda embarassed to say that this is inspired by the 1d song 😬 but hey when you get inspo you just gotta write even if it’s not great lmao

basically Grayson and Y/N meet up every once and a while at conventions and sneak away to a hotel to get nasty (can I be more cringey) but Grayson’s starting to want something more~

Anyways thanks for reading ly <3

Grayson’s bed head spread messily across his pillow, one of his arms buried comfortably under it. It wasn’t the rustling of the bed that woke him up, or the slight opening of the curtains causing the light to dance across his forehead, but the sound of footsteps tiptoeing across the floor, then the thump of a cell phone dropping onto the floor. Suddenly he felt like there was an empty void right next to him.

Grayson groaned. He stretched his arm out, groping for the warmth of an arm, a waist, a face, and finally opened his eyes when he was met with the cold comforter.

“Y/N?” He said groggily, turning around under the covers, then bringing his hands up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“Shit.” She said quietly under her breath, bending down to pick up her phone and place it on the night table.

“Come back to bed...” he said.

There was no response. Grayson finally sat up, him resting his back against the headboard and stretching his arms. He finally took a look at her, noticing that she was in just a t-shirt and her underwear, holding a pair of jeans in her arms.

He blinked. “What... are you doing?”

She sighed, stepping into the jeans and pulling them up her legs. “I was trying to leave before you woke up.” She buttoned the clasp.

Grayson ran a hand through his tangled hair. “..oh?” He tilted his head at her, watching her run her fingers through her hair, trying to get the knots out best she could without having a brush on her. “Why’s that?”

She turned around, sighing as she did. “You know why.” She placed a few bobby pins between her teeth, then began pulling her strands of hair back up into a ponytail.

“That doesn’t mean I like it.” He threw the covers off of him, planting his bare feet on the cold hardwood floor. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and he could tell by the way that Y/N awkwardly avoided looking at him that he should feel self-conscious about that. But he didn’t, because it was her.

“That’s not my fault, Grayson.” She scanned the tables of the hotel room, then went to look at Grayson but froze, embarrassed.

“Is my hair tie on the bed?” She asked, not looking at him.

He hated that her eyes wouldn’t find him. He flipped the covers and pillows over and found the simple black elastic on the mattress. He thought about how she confidently slipped it off last night, throwing it away carelessly in the heat of the moment.

He handed it to her now, and she reached for it while keeping her eyes trained at the floor. She turned away from him, facing the mirror now, pulling the elastic over her hair and tying it up. She stood there, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, but really looking at Grayson sitting on the bed behind her through the reflection. He stared at her back, her day-old t-shirt and bare feet, only reminding him more of what he couldn’t have.

“Do you have to go?”

He watched her shoulders tense up, her fingers scrunching up into balls at his question. She took a deep breath, relaxing. She went to search the floor, grabbing her socks as well as Grayson’s t-shirt.

“You know I have to.”

She threw the shirt at him, it landing against his chest and fell safely into his lap. He didn’t touch it, not wanting to admit that she really had to go. She walked over to the edge of the bed, the farthest she could sit away from him, and pulled on her socks.

“Y/N...”

“Grayson, you should know how this works by now.” She huffed, finally looking at him. “We get one night. It’s suspicious enough that we did it the last day.”

“But why?” He shifted over on the bed, sitting closer to her. “Why only one night?”

“Grayson...”

“Come on,” he placed a tentative hand on her thigh. “Give me one good reason.”

“We can’t afford any more than that.”

“Why? Because you work with another YouTuber?”

“Grayson, don’t be dumbass.”

“Then why? Do you not like me?” He implored.

She laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean? We just spent the night together.”

“Not like that. Like...” he looked at her, the question burning through her. She really looked at him, his beautiful face waiting for an answer, his toned body rigid.

She sighed, then stood up. “I’ll see you later. Gray.”

He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t go.”

She turned around, exasperated. “Grayson, seriously.”

“Please, Y/N I can’t do this anymore.” He pleaded. “All this sneaking around, meeting up at conventions, leaving parties early, finding the nearest hotel— it’s not enough. I want more time with you.“

She stood silent, contemplating. What could she do? There was something about him that set her heart on fire, that sparked this dangerous need and want that couldn’t be extinguished by anybody else. But it was so risky. This was already bad enough-

“Grayson, I can’t-“

“Don’t leave me alone again, Y/N.” He was standing now, holding both of her hands in his. “It gets worse every time. I keep thinking, it’ll get better. Any time with you is good, right? But I can’t.” His hands traveled up her arms to cup her face. “I can’t handle watching you walk out that door every. Single. Time. It breaks me. So please...” he lowered his face down, his nose touching hers. “Don’t go.”

She breathed against his lips, her eyes searching his for what he wanted, what he needed. And she could see what they were saying:

I need you.

She leaned in, kissing his soft lips with a hunger she didn’t even realize she had. Grayson let out an unexpected moan, and that set her loose. She threw caution to the wind, letting her arms travel his bare chest and his broad back, tugging at the roots of his hair.

They finally pulled away, breathless.

“Stay with me for the weekend.” Grayson whispered against her lips.

Her eyes widened, and she almost laughed. “Are you serious?”

“More than I’ve ever been.” He held his arms strongly around her waist and lower back.

She then let that laugh escape. “And what am I supposed to tell the guys when I don’t show up for two days?”

“You tell them you were busy, doing something much more important.” He kissed her lips again, twice, three times until the smile on her face wouldn’t let him anymore.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t be an idiot.” She leaned away from him, letting herself take his face in. “You have to go home too.”

“I found something more important to do.”

“Oh my god, Grayson.” She released herself from his grasp. The fact that he was wearing almost nothing wasn’t helping. “Look, even if I would agree to this, I’m going back home tomorrow morning. I have a flight to get on.”

“Then you delay your flight.” He said, crossing his broad arms.

“Do you think I’m made of money?” She laughed.

“I’ll do it for you.” He placed his right arm on her waist and his left on her cheek, tilting her head so he could peck her lips again.

She smiled. “Well now, you're just showing off.”

He rolled his eyes at her “I’m being serious. Stay here with me.” He peppered her cheek and jaw lines with kisses.

She moaned a little, letting her hands rest gently on his chest. “Grayson, we can’t.”

“If it’s the hotel you’re worried about, I don’t think they’ll mind. I plan on tipping very generously.”

She laughed.

“Stop thinking about what happens next.” He kissed her neck. “Just two days. You and me.” He straightened up to look at her. “Who knows when I’ll get to see you again?”

She didn’t respond, she couldn’t respond. Even if she really did want to stay, which she would never admit, she couldn’t, right? All she could do was look down at her tense arms against his chest, unable to meet his eyes.

His eyes fell and his shoulders slumped all at once. He released her, stepping back to run two hands through his hair.

“God, why do you have to do this to me?” He held his face in his hands for a moment, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t keep doing this Y/N, it’s just too hard. You can’t keep leaving me like this.”

She rubbed her arm. “I don’t...”

It’s not even like it’s me, yknow?” He turned to her. “You’re always the one who comes and finds me. I thought that would mean something. That you might want more.” He sank back into the mattress cushion. “But I guess that’s my fault for over analyzing, right?”

She coughed. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“But you do, Y/N.” he pleaded.

She had nothing to say.

He groaned. “Is this all its every going to be? Our relationship? You find me every three months or so, we have sex, and then you’re gone? That’s it?”

Now she was getting pissed. He was painting her to be the bad guy. “I didn’t realize this was bothering you so much.”

He laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. “Are you for real? You’ve always thought I was cool with this?”

“Well, you’ve never mentioned otherwise!” She threw her arms in the air. “I thought you were into it. We’re passionate and intimate and the longing makes it worth it, doesn’t it?”

“You know that’s bullshit.”

She gaped at him. “So you’re saying you haven’t enjoyed yourself at all? This was just some sort of chore for you all this time?”

“No, of course not. Jesus, no.” He got up and walked over to her, holding her elbows. “I love seeing you. You’re amazing. This is always the best part of any trip, and it’s not even part of the conventions!” He was finally able to get a laugh out of her, easing the conversation once more.

“But you have to have known all this time, right?” He searched her eyes for an answer. “We go out to fancy diners, we get breakfast, I take you to movies and carnivals and- you think I’m gonna do all of that for a sex buddy?”

She tensed at those words. Is that what I think? “I don’t know...”

His arms fell to his side, but her hands lingered a little bit before leaving his chest. She crossed her arms, looking at the cold floor between her feet. “I’m sorry, Gray.”

He exhaled. “Damn it, Y/N.” he left her side, walking back over to the bed and picking up his shirt. He turned it inside out then pulled it on, facing away from her.

Her heart fell in her chest. “Grayson, please...”

“Please what?” He didn’t turn to her, just picked up his jeans off the floor and pulled them on.

Look at me, She thought. just look at me. I don’t know how to say I’m sorry. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

He turned around rapidly “I’m not-“ he said with a sharp tone, but then breathed out in frustration. “I’m not angry.” He buttoned up his jeans. “I could never be angry with you.”

“No, don’t say that.” She walked up to him, gently shoving his chest. “You’re not allowed to say that. that’s not fair.”

“What?”

“Be angry with me. I don’t want it to be weird the next time.”

Grayson sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t think there’s gonna be a next time.”

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. “What?”

“...I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

She stood there motionless, her heart now shattered, the pieces poking into her stomach. It hurt. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He tilted his head at her, watching, but not responding.

“What the fuck, Grayson?” She shoved his chest again, but this time with more force. “You can’t just do that!”

“What? I can’t make sure that I don’t get myself hurt again?” He stumbled back, a bit stunned by her response.

“Gray...” her voice cracked ever so slightly.

“How many times do I have to say it, Y/N? I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore.”

“You can’t do that to me, Gray.”

“Then why do you keep doing it to me?” He shouted. Y/N flinched. Tears began to trickle through her eyes. He had scared her.

His eyes widened. “Oh god, no...” he stepped towards her, enveloping her in his arms. “Y/N, please...”

They stood there like that for a while. In silence. Y/N, staring at the wall over Grayson’s shoulder, trying not to let that tear fall. Because if it did, that meant this was real, and she had accepted it.

Grayson’s arms were firmly wrapped around her back. He knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, but what could he do? This was Y/N.

Her dormant arms finally made their way to his chest, clutching the thin fabric of his T-shirt in her fists. She needed to hold him somewhere, and it was the most she could muster.

But then he started rubbing her back gently, and she broke down. She buried her face into his shoulder, letting a sob escape her throat.

Grayson’s heart climbed up into his throat. “Oh, angel...” he stroked the hairs on the back of her head, trying to soothe her.

He sighed. “I didn’t mean it.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t think I could ever leave you if I tried.” He laughed dryly.

She breathed in sharply. “You’re such an asshole.”

She obviously didn’t mean that, but she was embarrassed. This was never something important enough to cry about. She made sure of it, always keeping Grayson as arms length. But what did she know? She was young, and stupid, and thought she was doing right by him, not getting too involved. With their work and what they do, it couldn’t work.

But it’s not like she could help herself. Every time her team went to any sort of event or social gathering, she found herself always searching, waiting for him. She’d fooled herself into thinking she didn’t need it to be anymore. But she couldn’t keep lying to herself.

She groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“No, Y/N.” Grayson buried his nose in her hair. “I’m sorry.”

How did she not realize it sooner?

“God, I’m so stupid.” She let go of his shirt to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“No, you’re not.” He leaned back so he could look at her face. He brought a hand up to wipe a tear off of her cheek.

Y/N looked at his eyes, really looked, for what seemed like the first time. She could see all the anger and disappointment was gone; they were soft. They were the colour of the sky. And they cared, so much.

“God, I’m so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes tightly.

Grayson was, to put it lightly, speechless. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen Y/N like this before. All he knew was that he wanted her to feel better, because seeing her like this hurt. He tightened his arms around her back and buried his nose into her shoulder, inhaling her scent.

“I can’t lose you, Gray.” She pulled away from him finally, looking at him directly in the eyes. His eyes widened at those words. “I just never realized how badly I can’t. I’ve always felt like you’d be here. I need you to be here.”

He was about to respond but was cut off when Y/N kissed his lips, letting herself melt into it. She scrunched her eyes closed, but finally relaxed when she felt him kiss her back just as strongly.

She pulled away, more exhilarated than ever. “I want to stay with you. For the weekend.”

Grayson’s mouth fell open. “I.. really?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

”you’re sure.”

“Yes!” She laughed.

He grinned, picking her up from her waist and spinning her around, laughing in return.

He set her down and kissed her again, flushed with relief and just an overwhelming feeling of love for this girl. “What are you going to tell the others?” He asked finally after pulling away from her.

She smiled. “That I have something more important to do.”

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dramaphan · 3 years

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i hate those "xyz ship proofs" coz like fuck off and let people live their lives??? like unless someone tells you, their sexuality and and private relationships arent your business and once they tell you you still dont go fishing for more info, just take what theyre willing to give you and dont dig for more.

also the thing with dnp is that fans werent the only ones fueling that madness. whenever i remember that sh🤢ne dawson went on some podcast and talked about "one bedroom theory" and had read an explicit fanfic to his very young audience (when dan was like what, 19?) i just feel the need to punch someone. probably shane (not to mention all the other things he did that should land him a nice place in jail, but lets not get into that coz its a whole mess that was already unpacked by many people sO)

Oh for sure it wasn’t just the phandom. Other creators hopped on that bandwagon too and shane was a big one. He talked about them a little too much, and beyond that, he said some really nasty and vile things about Dan. And I think that kind of thing, when other creators would talk about them or make Phan jokes, that made the phandom believe that these people Knew Something and were Hinting about it and it’s safe to say now that that’s not true, but even if it was, it’s absolutely not okay to hint and poke fun at someone’s sexuality/relationship if you know they’re closeted.

#ask

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Sex, Spongebob and sweaty hands: Inside the wild world of Waterparks fanfiction

By Marianne Eloise

Waterparks have a devout and imaginative fanbase – so asking them for fanfiction might seem like a recipe for chaos. But that's exactly what vocalist Awsten Knight has done with his podcast, Slumber Party

(May 1, 2020)

When I call Waterparks frontman Awsten Knight at 1pm, he hasn’t been awake for long. Since we spoke in February, the pandemic has changed things for everyone. Unsurprisingly, he’s a little less busy than usual.

Despite a familiar-sounding “descent into madness”, Knight’s getting through quarantine the same way as all of us: jigsaw puzzles, Animal Crossing and weighing up subscribing to streaming services. “It feels so wasteful. I was like, man, am I buying a fourth streaming thing? Per month? That seems irresponsible. Eh, fuck it. I’m home,” he laughs.

He’s also been doing DIY – namely deciding where to put his vision boards: “My place is very spacious and clean and the walls are white. I get nervous about putting too many things on the wall.”

Meanwhile, many of Waterparks' fans have been keeping themselves occupied with the latest season of Awsten’s podcast, Slumber Party. The premise is as ingenious as it is cringeworthy: Awsten and his friend Travis Riddle read out Waterparks fanfiction and rate it.

Travis, who Awsten calls a “grammar dude”, is a writer and editor with the credentials to give thorough feedback. Now in its third season, the podcast’s submissions are often erotic, making for awkward reading for its star. Even the PG ones make him shudder: “It’s literally Waterparks fanfiction. That is so gross and weird!” he laughs.

Awsten was innocent to the concept entirely until 2015, when he naively tweeted, 'I hope someday someone writes weird sexual fanfic about me and SpongeBob. That's what I want. These are my goals.'

“Someone wrote the most graphic thing about Spongebob in half an hour, and I was like – ‘never mind!’ That was my intro into fanfic,” he says.

Awsten’s fans often struggle with boundaries, and it seems counterintuitive for him to dip his toe into the murky pool of fanfic. But the idea originally came from him and Travis wanting to do something together: “The very first idea was to read the fanfiction and then talk about it and the validity of it and whether or not it could happen – which usually it couldn’t,” he laughs.

The current season was recorded last year, which Awsten is grateful for: “It’s already a struggle to keep your head right at home, he says. "If I had to read fanfiction all day, I wouldn’t be good!”

For season three, they’ve moved up in the world from Awsten’s bedroom to a set-up in a suite with a fireplace in Beverly Hills. He’s proud of the show’s quality, but ever the perfectionist, he’s looking to ramp it up: “I want to be like, on a horse in the next one,” he suggests – before adding that there’s the matter of financing a fleet of horses to think about. We brainstorm ways to get his Patreon subscribers to pay for it: “We will say your name while we’re on the horse and send you a video!”

He’s laughing, but there’s every chance he might go for it.

I ask Awsten whether he has a favourite submission. “No. Fanfic sucks, I hate it all, it’s all bad, I have no favourites,” he jokes, adding that what he does have is a handful of very least things he's received.

“There’s one where it was me but from every era with all these different colours of hair and then we all fuck each other," he says. "It was really weird. I hated that. I hate all the gross ones where they go over the top."

But his least favourite genre is slash, wherein he and his bandmates hook up: “There’s a lot of weird ones where Geoff and I are banging. I don’t like the ones where Geoff and I are banging, because he has sweaty hands in real life. If I’m getting hurt or Geoff is getting sweaty with his hands on me, then I don’t like those.”

There is something he can stand, though, which is stories with a paranormal twist. “They’ve had demonic stuff happen, there have been fairies, there have been magical horses. There have been a few possessions. They definitely get weird with it.” He adds that this season, they’re leaning into the paranormal with a spooky episode. “The ones that stick with me, the ones I like the most, are the paranormal ones. The haunted ones. There’s an episode in this season that’s not out yet where it’s all the scary ones and we turn out the lights and make it spooky”.

While some of his dedicated fans can be aggressive, many of them are creative in their adoration. Opening the floodgates to reams of fanfiction seems like a recipe for chaos. At first, Awsten and Travis sourced the stories themselves, but after creating an inbox for the podcast, they noticed a shift in the content. “In the next season when they knew they could submit stories, it was a skyrocket of insane, nasty stuff. They were just trying to be shocking so they could get on. We let a few of them go, but not all, because we didn’t want it all to be like: ‘and THEN he put his dick in a pencil sharpener!’”

In recent months, Awsten has been trying to stay offline, both to mitigate the negativity and avoid internalising too much input on his music: “If you tweeted or made songs or art or whatever for your most sensitive followers, you would have the most shitty, bland work ever,” he says. "That’s another reason to just stay away and focus on the reason they’re supposed to be there in the first place – which is what you make.

"Some people say they’ll like it either way, and I’m like, on the off chance they hate it, I want it to at least be something I really love, so I can be like, well, I like it.”

There’s one band in particular whose approach to focusing on their own goals Awsten admires: “Sometimes I wonder if certain things will get liked more in the future. Like the way when Folie à Deux, the Fall Out Boy album, came out, everyone just fucking hated it, but it’s so good,” he says. “But they don’t look back on their past like it’s their glory days, they’re moving forward and I love that. It would be so easy for them to spoon feed people Cork Tree over and over, but if they had done that, where would they be right now? It doesn’t feel trend-chasing, and I really appreciate that.”

He’s quick, however, to not draw too many comparisons: “We’re definitely not Fall Out Boy level so we’re not big enough to be hated that much,” he laughs.

Even when he’s not reading their fanfiction, Awsten has to manage his band’s relationship with a passionate fandom who often express their obsession inappropriately. When he’s so often on the receiving end of adoration, it’s easy to forget that he’s a fan himself. One upcoming episode of Slumber Party, which Awsten calls his “most difficult” to film, will feature Joel Madden of Good Charlotte.

“It’s not cute, because we always have fanfiction of the guests," he says. "It was the weirdest thing ever. I respect him so much. Trying to get him to read that, I was like...uhh.” His discomfort is genuine, and he jokes that whenever someone he admires follows him, he gets “self-conscious” and posts less dumb stuff.

It’s a gentle reminder that no matter how many fans someone has, they’re likely also a fan of someone they admire in a way that makes them feel awkward – it’s just a matter of whether they choose to log off or write fanfiction about it.

Stream Awsten and Travis’s Slumber Party podcast on Patreon

#awsten knight #awsten waterparks #awsten interview #awsten and travis slumber party #slumber podcast

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eliza-writes-stuff · 5 years

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Our Sweet Guardian Demon: Pilot Episode

Hey, guys! I have been working on this pilot for a few weeks now.

Now, for the fanfic, it will take me a few months. Our Sweet Guardian Demon will be released somewhere in the fall or early winter.

It’s strange that this idea came from “Imagine Your OT3″ XD

And as always, I hope ye enjoy!

Dogs barking, cats meowing, and parakeets tweeting their away. The pet store can be busy either way with people or animals in general. The phone vibrates in a man's pocket. His hand reaches for it and accepts the call. His other hand is scratching the dog's fur.

“Brian, do you need something?” The man in green apron asked. “I'm at work right now.”

“Yes, I know Brock, but can you stay over for the night?”

Brock hummed, “Why?”

“I know yer scared of this shit and don't want to get involved because my magick can hurt ye.” Brian ramble. There was some rustling in the background. “So, do ye, I don't focking know summon a demon with me?"

A demon? That is dangerous even for Brian's standard of black magick. Does he need to curse Evan again for coming over at his place without permission, but Brian isn't really angry at him. Did he got dared again on his group chat again? Brock thought he told him not to interact with them.

"Why do you need me?" Brock questioned. The dog barked next to him with curious puppy eyes. It laid down its head on Brock's lap.

"Yer the only one I can trust. Evan might touch me things without my goddamn permission and Nogla's a bit of a dumb-ass figure this shit out." Brian sighed. "I'm sorry ye don't want to do this and-"

"I'll join." Brock giggled at the stutters and 'whats' Brian said. "Just buy me lunch after this okay? Also, we better get out of this alive or I'll be stuck with you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Maybe."

Brian chuckled on the line, "I'll see you tonight Brocky."

When Brock's shift is over and he told Maxi watch over the shop tomorrow because he might be dead. Well, he left out the dead part. He says he has personal reasons. Maxi didn't pressure him and they were nice about it. They say that their sister and his two dogs, Oli and Nico is coming over. Brock took an uber and tell the driver for the locations to the apartment.

The urban life is always bustling and chattering among the citizens. If he rolled down his window, there could be the smell of cooked processed fast food or baked chocolate chip cookies. At least the shops has a nice smell.

The uber driver came to an abrupt stop. There's the apartment building. Brock gave some money to the driver and gave him 5 stars since he didn't care about the rating. He got out of the car and hoisted up his backpack. This is it. His stomach sink, but his heart lighten up at the thought of Brian. He could protect him, right? Only one way to find out is to go in.

Brock pushed the glass door opened. The manager with pink hair is sitting down with his eyes seem to be always closed. The manager's expression light up and eyes slightly opened. When the glass door light out a creak. He gave a small wave to him and continue writing down. How can he see without his eyes opened? Never mind that. Brock has a date-hangout with Brian.

Both of them has to come out alive.

He stepped into the elevator and took a shaky breath. Maybe the ritual is a fluke. His trembling fingers pressed the buttons to go up on the fourth floor. The lobby was his view before it closes on him. Don’t chicken out now.

The candles are set up, the sigil is draw on the floor, and his other magic items are there. His hand wiped off the remaining sweat on his forehead. Thank god, Brian read the instructions. It has to work or it will be not worth it. He got out of the side room of his bedroom, which you should never have. Brian pulled out his phone and checks the text again.

Teh Terroriser: are u sure this would work?

Sarah: yes

Sarah: he’ll give you a special item that will reveal brock’s s/o

Sarah: but it’s for a price

Sarah: good luck :)

Brian knows he shouldn’t do this to reveal his friend’s secrets, but his friends tells him that Brock likes him back. No matter what they say, his brain denies, but his heart yearns. For years, he has considered practicing black magick as a hobby and finds it especially when it comes to pranking Nogla.

His hands gripped around his phone. Brian sighed and put his back in his pocket. A loud two time thud from his front door. It must be Brock. He ran from the bedroom to the front door and opened to see a small smile from a man.

“I thought you weren’t gonna join.” Brian said in disbelief.

Brock’s erupt into small, cute giggles, “Can’t let my friend die.” Brian lets him and hangs up his coat. “So, when we are summoning?”

“Either 2 or 3 in the morning.” He nervously laughed as Brock crossed his arms. “But in the meantime, wanna play Mario Kart 8?”

You had plenty of money in 1922.

A song from the jukebox softly plays throughout the tavern. Fairy lights almost covering the ceiling. A few folks chatting among themselves, either about rumors or sweet-talk. People had strange taste when it comes to alcohol. Vodka with orange juice? Now, you’re a true drunk toddler. At least there’s mineral water. A distinct smell came through the noses. Smoke. People aren’t allowed to smoke in the bar, so they had to take it outside. Strange.

You let other women make a fool of you.

Luke Patterson is the owner of Mystic Drinks. With his charming nature and sultry voice, it pleases the women and men. He’ll throw a smile, it swoons the ladies in the back. However, despite his seductive personality, you don’t want to leash the beast out of him. Well, he did in bed, but if someone ticked his long beard off. They’re either kick out or never be seen again. When Luke found the source of the smoking problem, he grabbed them by the collar. Kicking and yelling, people stared at the two. Finally, the door slams shut as the person got kicked. Luke’s eyes order to ignore it.

Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?

“That’s the third time you kicked out someone.” The man in glasses giggled.

Luke sighed and ruffled the man’s tied up bun. “Look I want to make a safe place for y’all and this is the thanks I get? People treat this like a dumpster fire Ohm.” Luke’s shoulders tensed, but calm when another bartender put his hands on it.

Get out of here and get me some money too?

“Don’t let that asshole get to you. He can take that nasty cigar and shove it up his ass.” The jiggly man retorted.

“Thanks Anthony.”

Ohm enjoy his friends. Hearing Anthony laughed every time he makes a dumb, somewhat sexualised jokes. He knows Luke longer than Anthony. Some say they were friends with benefits, which it is true, but it’s over when Luke found a special someone, or two. They all became a couple, and they own a bar called Mystic Drinks. It’s a safe place for humans and creatures as well. Creatures, such as demons, wendigos, avains, lizard-folk, and dragons. Luke is a Lust demon, he and Anthony are Wrath demons, and Mini is an Envy demon.

“Hey, where’s Mini?”

“He got summoned.” Luke explained. “He said there’s this bitch who got jealous of this other bitch.” He let a breathy laugh, “Humans are so dumb.”

“Yep. I got summoned one time by this guy. He said ‘hey uh I want you to kill this asshole’ and I thought ‘you kill himself!” Anthony complained as he grabbed the mixer and shakes it. “Does it look like I’m your bitch?”

Ohm and Luke laughed at his story, “Sorry, but you and Mini are my bitches.” Luke put his arms around Anthony, but he shoved him off.

“Treat me first, you bottom bitch.” Then he pours the drinks in the blonde woman’s glass. Ohm laughed and takes a sip from his mineral water.

Humans meant nothing to demons. Just an object to toy around and maybe take souls from. At least a few souls because there’s an overpopulation going in the Nine Circles of Hell and they can’t handle more new souls coming to hell. What about humans who are satanist? They’re wannabes who thinks they know their emotions and what they’re going through. Some demons think it’s funny and plays along or can be their friend.

Why would Ohm be friends with a disgusting human? He gets a tug on his wrists, and he rolled down to see his sigil flashing.

“I have to go,” He sighed as he got up from his chair. “It was chatting with you guys.” Ohm walks away from the two and went outside. The guy who got kicked out because he was smoking. The man grumbled, but Ohm quickly snaps his fingers and the man is now in the trash can. He struggled while Ohm chuckles silently. He disappears from sight.

The red candles lit up and surrounds the circle. Inside of the circle is a sigil. The room faintly smells of raspberries. Brock and Brian sit crossed legged. The room doesn’t have any windows or one of those air vents. Not to mention it’s quite small. The phone glowed out the locked screen with the time of 3 in the morning.

“We got this set up, now what?” Brock asked. His eyes darting around the room.

“Now, we get to say the magic words.” Brian wiggled his fingers out, his friend giggle at the actions. He gives him a piece of paper. “This is what I’ll be saying and it’s not focking Latin. Thank god.”

“Wait, you’re doing this alone?”

“Well, yeah.” As much he wants Brock around, but he can’t join in because the demon might want something from him as well. He can’t risk it. “But ye get to drag me out in case shit backfires.”

“So basically I’m dragging your ass out of hell.”

“Yep.” He laughed. Then stares at the circle. It’s time. Brian took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire Ohmwrecker to manifest before me that she may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to his/her office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father.”

A few minutes and still is in the air. Brian took a shaky breath and opened his eyes. This has to work because all that black magick he learn has gone to waste in the dirt.

Within the circle, the sigil glows bright red. Little red candles fire up more and sways. Then spreads in the circle. Brock gasped while Brian is shocked in disbelief. It’s supposed to glow pink, not red. Did he mess up the sigil? Oh god, what kind of demon would it be?

Fire and smoke rose from the ground, causing the two to scoot back. Brian wrapped his arm around Brock. Smoke fades when a man wearing a white t-shirt. Red marks on his arms when he crossed. His eyes are covered by a blindfold with an omega symbol on it. The demon scowled on the cowering men. If you look at another angle, you could see a small bun near his neck.

“Jeez, you humans are so irresponsible. Don’t you know I can end you?” Despite his tense aura and vexation, his appearance alone is heating up the room. Literally, Brian cheeks rushed with flushed and it appears that Brock’s cheeks has become too. “Just tell me what is the problem?”

Be respectful and welcoming, “Ye see, I accidentally summoned ye-”

“Accidentally?” His voice booms and the room almost shakes. A small desk in the corner almost felled.

“I wasn’t supposed to summon ye! I was trying to summon another demon. I must’ve got the sigil wrong or said the name wrong.” Brian explained. His sweat soaked his forehead and armpits. Surprised, it didn’t stink.

The demon clenched his nose before pointing fingers at Brian, “At least I know you waste my precious time and pissed me off even more.” He gives a low chuckle. “I supposed you deserve to be perish.” He raised his hand as Brian stands up to floating above his toes. Before the demon could grab his collar, Brock stands between them. “Mortal human get away or you’ll end up like your pathetic friend.”

“I could do that, but aren’t we supposed to make a deal?” Brian could almost hear his friend’s heart beat getting louder. “How about we find something you greatly desire: money, food, or heck even animals. Just don’t kill Brian please.” Brock begged, his voice wavering. Before you know it, Brian dropped onto the ground. He scrambled up to his feet and quickly hold his hand.

“Anything?” The demon rubbed his imaginary beard. “Fine. In order to save your soul, you must find a certain group of people and when you do. Kill them.” a shiver ran through their spine. “No matter depending on your morals or alignment, you still have to kill them. Including you cutie.” he points at Brock.

“You can’t do that! Don’t involve Brock into this bullshit. This is between me and you, ye cu-”

“Brian.” Brock gave a soft smile, “Please, you created this mess and I’m always the one who has to clean it up. You did promise to buy me lunch.”

“Enough with the sappy talk. I have to make sure the both of you won’t try and escape.” With the snap of his fingers, visible chains on Brian’s right wrist and Brock’s left wrist. It’s connected to the demon’s wrist. “It’s better that way.”

“Sorry, but can you please tell us your name?”

“I’m quite sure ‘Brian’ knows who I am, but I let it pass since you do have a good soul.” Before he could introduce himself, he kinda stop. He seems to be his thoughts while glancing at two, but shake his head. “I am known as Ohmwrecker, but my companions call me Ohm.”

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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bUst...

[Gabe ? x Reader]

[Us (2019) Fanfic]

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I said I was writing an Us fic, so here is my shot at it! It’s inspired by an iconic kill from the film Halloween, so hopefully this is entertaining!

You sit up in bed looking through your phone for some quick celebrity updates on Instagram, but the reception is crap. The old cabin Gabe insists on staying in every year for vacation smells of mildew, has more cobwebs than granny coochie, and is so far out in the boonies that your phone provider is forced to strip your phone down to its bare components to save data. This is gonna be a long weekend.

Your bedroom door opens and your husband walks in. Business up top and a party at the bottom, your husband loves his Howard paraphernalia and shows no shame in keeping those thighs on display with his booty short boxers, smirking like a kid playing hide and seek.

You set your phone down, rubbing your face and yawning. “Are the kids down for the night?”

Gabe rubs his hands together walking towards you with a slight hop in his step. “Oh yeah. Quiet and safely tucked away.”

You sigh laying on your side and turning off your bedside lamp. “Good and at a decent hour at that, I can finally get some shut eye.”

You close your eyes and begin to relax, pulling the blanket over you as Gabe’s weight moves the rickety bed further down toward the floor to join you.

“Can you move over a little more?” Gabe asks, poking your back between your shoulder blades.

You groan as you move closer to the edge of your side.

“That’s not enough.” Gabe complains.

You kiss your teeth, looking over your shoulder. “Well I can’t scoot over anymore Gabe. I told you to update this bedding situation before our trip, but noooo. You’d rather share a twin size like usual.”

Gabe chuckles, shaking the bed. “You have a lot of energy with that mouth tonight, huh?”

You mutter under your breath. “I can give you more if you keep playing with my sleep…Did you lock the doors?”

Gabe sighs. “Yes, even though no one, not even Snow White’s helpful friends, would be coming to bother us in the woods.”

“Good. That’s all I ask when I agreed to this trip. Safety, plumbing and electricity, and some peace and quiet.”

Silence falls over the both of you for a couple minutes, but you were still riled up. Gabe plays so much, you can’t tell when he is being a crazy person or pulling a fast one on you. Gabe keeps wiggling his legs back and forth restlessly, yawning out loud and smacking his lips demonstratively.

“Gabe?”

“Yes, my dearest wife?” Gabe says, rolling over behind you, pulling you close to him with one arm around your waist.

“I want to sleep in peace.” You say through your teeth.

“You don’t sound very peaceful.” Gabe’s voice drops deeply, pulling the blanket down and rubbing his hand across your belly while kissing your earlobe.

“That’s because of you!” You hiss.

“That’s cuz you are driving me crazy too.” Gabe’s fingers find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up slightly to trace the top of your panties.

You’re still riled up, ignoring his advances. “How! How am I the one driving you crazy? I didn’t even want to be here, I’m not having fun at all!”

“Oh?” Gabe’s says in a condescending manner, easing his fingers into your underwear.

You grip his arm, looking back at him. “I’m being serious!”

“I am too. You’re not having fun, so what’s more fun than sex in a different place?” Gabe insists, kissing your shoulder while running his middle and ring finger along your folds, spreading your wetness along your clit with small circular motions.

You feel a dip in the bottom of your stomach, widening your thighs slightly. “You don’t take me seriously at all.” You say softly, closing your eyes as your defenses being to slowly fall away.

Gabe nuzzles your neck, continuing his deed. “See, you’re already more relaxed. It’s been a minute since we got together, trying to plan this trip and all. You’re tense, I get it.”

Your hips work in rhythm with his hand as your grip on his arm turns from protest to persistence. “You don’t, but that’s ok for now.”

You turn your head back to face him, kissing him deeply. Gabe’s fingers dive into you easily, pumping in and out, making you moan into his mouth. You reach between the two of you, sliding your hand over the opening of his boxers until you reach his hardened pleasure. Gabe parts from your mouth to groan in precious agony as you wrap your hands around his dick, running your thumb around his head while your read his veins with your fingers like erotic braille. His fingers pleasure your more vigorously as you wet yourself around his hand almost approaching your climax before he pulls away from you.

“Wait, why…” You ask, missing it already. Gabe answers you when he licks your sweetness off his fingers, long and slow, locking your attention in place.

You knew what you had to do; when Gabe starts getting nasty like this, you don’t miss an opportunity to give into him. You push him back, almost losing him over the side of the bed. After a slight adjustment, you’re straddling him, rubbing your pussy along his dick in need of stimulation.

Gabe grabs your hips, eyes already starting to roll back. “Ugh, work your magic for me, baby.”

You intended to. You reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees and he pulls his shirt above his stomach. Just as you begin to pull down your draws, you freeze.

Gabe grabs at his member, pulling on it but looking at you with slight concern. “Is something wrong?”

You put your hands on your hips, thinking. “No, nothing is wrong, but...Gabe, I wanna try something different.”

Gabe tugs himself slower, sitting up a little. “What do you mean?”

“Well, just piggybacking off of what you said. We are somewhere different. And I want to make memories in this place that are lasting, right?”

“Sure…”

“So! Why not make this really last. Start things off with a bang! Why don’t we...roleplay?”

Gabe squints at you suspiciously, taking his time to pull his boxers back up. “Who do you wanna be?”

You crawl up beside him. “Well, it doesn’t really matter WHO we are, just kind of...how you treat me…”

Gabe scoffs. “I treat you just fine. How many pillows have you torn open trying to bite back on your moans and everything, I’m doing great as the receipts show.”

“I know-”

“Like ‘Thank you, Cum Again’ good. I can go more innings than a baseball game, ask about me.” Gabe says clapping his chest.

“Babe! I know! I’m just saying, remember around New Years when the kids stayed at your parent’s place? We got a little drunk and things got a little crazy.”

Gabe crosses his arms, looking off into space. “Oh yeah. The kitchen and living room was such a mess, we didn’t have time to clean up all the way because we slept so late. Had to say a bird got in the house and we were trying to trap it.”

“Yeah! But what really happened was you were all rough and tough, pulling my hair and telling me what to do and how you want it. Baby, that was really sexy.”

Gabe licks his lips smiling at you with heavy lidded eyes. “So you want that guy again?”

You nod excitedly. “Definitely. The kids are on the other side of the cabin, it shouldn’t be too crazy for us to try that tonight.”

Gabe leans over closer to you. “So I could some woodsy guy who lives along until some wayward woman runs up looking for shelter.”

“Ooooh, yeah, go on.”

Gabe runs the back of his hand along your cheek. “And you’re from the city, so you have a lot of opinions because you Google stuff on how to live rural but you really don’t know, so I show you…No! Make you...”

You fake snarl and bite at his hand. “That’s nice, let’s go with something like that.”

You kiss his face, rubbing his chest but he holds your hands away.

“Before we start, I have something I can get to set the mood.” Gabe gets off the bed going to the door.

You look back at him confused. “What? We don’t need props.”

Gabe shrugs. “No, but I think it will set things off. It’s a surprise, so just hold tight. Keep yourself warm for me until I get back.” He winks before leaving the bedroom.

You sigh, plopping back on the bed in frustration. Gabe likes to go above and beyond the call of duty. You feel like shouldn’t have said anything at all, otherwise you’d be busting all kinds of nuts on him.

A minute passes before you pick your knees up, lifting your ass to take down your draws. Gabe will be taking them off soon anyway, so you just make the access easier for him. You’re wearing one of his shirts, and it fits like parachute around you. Anxiously playing with your fingers you let your legs part, feeling some tension in your core. Once you got started, you had to finish things off, with or without him. He should be back soon though, so like he said, gotta keep things warm for him until he gets back.

You let your knees fall apart and pull you shirt above your navel. You slowly reach your hand underneath you, breathing deeply when you feel how wet you are from before. First touch on your clit makes you shiver; homegirl is definitely hungry for a meal.

You work yourself slowly, closing your eyes in the darkness of the room, illuminated by the bright moon shining outside the window. You imagine your hands are Gabe’s touching your lips, massaging your g-spot firmly.

Biting your lips you open your eyes and catch something in your peripheral.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim, taking your hand away and covering your face. You laugh to yourself when you peek between your fingers and see your man’s silhouette standing at the door.

“Gatdamn, you scared me! Ugh, thank God it’s just you.”

He continues to stand there, covered in the shadows of the doorway.

You sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did you see me? You’re usually more vocal when I’m doing some sexy shit, so maybe not.”

He stands there, silent.

“You know what I was doing before you got here?” You ask seductively, getting up and walking over to him slowly. “I was...touching myself...thinking of you...touching me…”

You stand right in front of him, reaching to rub his chest. “Oh, what’s this you’re wearing? Is this the surprise you have for me? You actually put on a costume.”

You feel along the tough synthetic fabric. It appears to be a all one piece, coveralls in the color red.

You giggle softly. “So you’re playing the strong silent type, huh? I guess a man of the woods all alone wouldn’t be social. That’s fine, I can play along. You just tell me where you want me...and I’ll be there.”

Gabe doesn’t say a word, staying in character.

You sigh, already growing weary of the scenario. “Well, I wish you would’ve chosen something more easy to remove. That’s why I said no props. Let me help you take this off, Mr. Woodsman.”

You reach his collar feeling for a zipper, tugging it downward along the length of his torso. The sound of the metal parting fills the room as you pull it along his chest, belly, until you reach his groin.

Suddenly, Gabe’s hands grab your wrists tightly.

“Whoa, wha-” You exclaim. You’re speechless as Gabe picks you up by the biceps, your toes dangling above the floor. He grunts as he takes you toward the bed, tossing you across it.

You bounce, steadying yourself on the springs. “Gabe, wow! You haven’t picked me up in forever. I forgot how strong you are.”

Gabe’s expression is hard, looking at you like a menace in his life more than a lover. And you weren’t too sure, but his beard even looked fuller and more wild.

Your heart begins to race, thinking of what he was going to do next. You look down at his groin area and see he is excited too.

You get your bearings and sit up, reaching for his dick, looking up at him with a smile on your face. “I think I know what you need. I can make that nice and wet for you.”

You stroke him a couple of times, seeing his belly rise and fell more deeply from your touch.

“Wow, just look at you. I don’t know how you were able to keep that all in under your clothes. Even your dick seems in character, all serious business down here.” With both hands around the base of his dick you lick your lips, salivating at the thought of running your tongue along his shaft. But just before you were about to, he grabs you by the jaw and pushes you back.

You’re taken back from the roughness, feeling your face as you crawl backward. Gabe’s expression is still gruff as he leans over you, grabbing your foot to pull it up and back towards your head.

Your jaw drops from his action, spreading you across the spread eagle style, your pussy his show. You pull his shirt up to expose your breasts to him, rubbing them.

“Yes, this is all yours. I’m ready for you Gabe.” You moan, feeling yourself throbbing in anticipation.

Gabe finally breaks his focus from your eyes to your core. Gabe’s expression doesn’t falter however, and you feel confused, touching the very spot he is concentrated on.

“It’s begging for you, can’t you see? Don’t make me beg, I need your help with this. Make me feel better, baby.” You whine, running your fingers over yourself, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Gabe looks back you, letting out a low grunt before hovering over your body, legs still in his grasp as he lines himself up against you. You reach for him once more, helping to him inside of you.

You gasp as his head breaks through you, spreading your walls out as he slides in deep within you gradually. You can’t put your finger on it, but something about it seems different. You’re having trouble taking it more than usual. Gabe was right, it had been a while.

You grab his hands on your legs, breathing deeply. “Be easy, you’re stretching it daddy.”

Gabe snarls, curling his lip up as he pulls back, popping his hips into you with a sharp thrust. You squeal at his static strokes, slowly pulling out and popping right back into you. You weren’t used to this rhythm, but you loved it. The surprise of all that dick filling you quickly made you laugh, with the sensual release of his length threatening an orgasm hovering nearby.

But soon his stroke quickens, no longer giving you the ease of a slow pump, but back to back penetrations juicing your pussy just right.

“Ohhh, Gabe...:” You moan, gripping his shoulders as he works his ass off on top of you. This red jumpsuit staying on as he fucks a nearly naked you turns on the pleasure sensors of your brain. Gabe takes your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs as he angles himself above you to dig you out properly. His grunts are unrecognizable, making animalistic noises every other stroke like a wild beast, almost barking.

“Fuck...me...ugh!” You cry out, just before Gabe pulls out of you. He drags you by your legs halfway off the bed before grabbing your arm to turn you around on your face. His palms feel rougher than normal as they rub your ass and hips, giving you a firm smack.

Your head pops up in surprise. “Oh! Hahaha! Yes, do it again, daddy, please!”

He does just that; you feel the heat on your cheek as it tingles from the sharpness of his hit. You feel him poking around your entrance again until he makes his way in, roaring loudly.

His pelvis slams into you as he keeps a firm grasp on your hips, holding you firmly in place for himself as he gets every ounce of what he needs from you.

You sit up slightly in your arch. “Please, pull my hair.” You gasp desperately. Without hesitation his fingers find your roots and tug just right. Your neck cranes as he hits you from the back, reigning you in like a bucking bronco at the rodeo. You imagine your ass bouncing against his clothed lower half, how wrong it was but how right it feels. Your edge is coming closer.

“Oh shit, oh shit, you feel that Gabe? Baby, that dick is wrecking me, fuuuuck.” You whine when he takes his hand off your hair, grabbing your arms to put them behind you.

You have no support, no control when he takes you there. You squeeze around him tightly as you strain wanting so bad to fight it but it was too late. You feel your wetness run down your legs as you curse his name into the mattress. Gabe does something you never heard him do, letting out a guttural howl of his own, so loud that if it wasn’t for you losing your breath in climax, you would’ve told him to be more quiet. You barely wanted to complain though if he was having as good of a time as you were.

At his third howl, you hear a loud bang that sounded very wrong. Your arms drop as his hands leave your body, followed by a thud to the floor. You turn around as quickly as you can, covering yourself as you see Gabe standing with a baseball bat looking at the floor.

“Gabe! What is going on??” You shout as your body’s arousal and adrenaline hormones fight each other.

He bounds toward you, bringing you into a hug. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

You push away, not knowing what he means. “What are you talking about, you were with me!”

He shakes his head, taking off his glasses to rub the sweat out of his eyes. “I was looking for my axe and some old cowboy boots I found in the basement when I heard howling. It got louder as I got here, and then I saw…” His voice trailed off as he looked behind him.

Your heart races as you look in the direction behind him. A body in red knocked out cold.

“Gabe….I thought he was you….”

Gabe looks at you flabbergasted. “What!? How could you confuse me with another man!”

You begin to tremble. “He looks...just like you. He never said a word, but I….thought it was you playing….”

Gabe shakes his head, coming to standing. “I was downstairs. I wasn’t here.” He goes over to the body, turning him on his back. And lo and behold, it looked like Gabe was lying on the floor too.

“You....really couldn’t tell it was me?” Gabe questions further.

You shrug. “I mean, he did a good job of-”

Gabe scoffs. “Of fucking you??”

You roll your eyes. “Is that the hill you wanna die on right now! A fucking CLONE just came into our home!”

Gabe’s hands go around the back of his head as his anxiety picks up. “How can this be?”

Just then, the window glass shatters.

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erintoknow · 5 years

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Jamais Vu: follow the thread

fallen hero: rebirth fanfic, chargestep / puppet/ortega ~1.9k words

dialogue adapted from the actual, canon, scene - so... apologies to malin

previously: put salt in your wound

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Jane tries to smile, but it feels wrong– fake. “Well, you seem a bit more distracted than usual.” She flashes her eyes to the Castrofiend display and grimaces, not the reassuring sight she was looking for. Then, she says: “Actually, well– I saw you with someone else a while back. In the park?” She tilts her head, inquisitive, suspicious. “It looked– she looked pretty intense.”

What are you doing? You idiot. You moron. You fool.

“The park? Oh. Ariadne…” Jane’s heart sinks hearing her say ‘Ariadne’ in that tone of voice. Ortega sighs, shaking her head. It’s hard to get a read on her expression. “That’s…”

“Your ex?” Jane asks, slipping the word in like a sharpened knife. Her heart is pounding in her throat, but she does a good job of hiding it, keeping her face only just south of neutral.

Stay focused. Don’t get distracted, damn it.

Ortega shrugs, is… is she embarrassed? “Not exactly.” She reaches an arm up to scratch at the back of her head, not meeting Jane’s gaze. “We were friends…? Years ago. I had thought she died.”

She did die, you want to correct her.

Jane narrows her eyes. “And she can tell that you’re just, ‘being friendly’?”

Her response is a single sharp ‘hah’. “Honestly? I think she’d rather I leave her alone.”

“So why don’t you?” Jane frowns. God. Why doesn’t she? “Like you said–it was years ago.” Jane crosses her arms, leans in towards Ortega.

“I’m worried about her,” Ortega’s response comes a little too fast. She won’t look at Jane, resumes walking down the hallway. You know that tell. That’s your tell.

Jane has to pick up the pace to keep up with her, gritting her teeth. “You’re worried? So. Should I be worried as well then?” Power-walking in heels? Your own body would be wobbling all over, but Jane has no issues keeping up.

“Why? Oh.” Ortega stops and you almost step right into her. “Oh, Jane,” She turns to face her, shaking her head. “No, you don’t have to be worried about anything, it’s not like that. We’re just…” There’s a strange expression on Ortega’s face, one you can’t read. “We’re just old friends, there’s nothing there.”

Of course there’s nothing there. In fact, why are you having this conversation? What are you trying to do here? Jane can have a relationship with Ortega. You can’t. That’s basic inescapable reality.

Jane softens her expression, lowers her voice. “What did she use to be like?”

What does she really know or care about you anyway?

Ortega starts walking again, slow enough for Jane to keep pace now. There’s a suggestion of a smile on her face. “Difficult. I mean, it was difficult to get close to her at all. And… it’s not like were were an official item back then.” It’s lucky Ortega isn’t looking at your face– Jane’s face when she says that. Ortega hesitates, “I just… really cared about her.”

“So…” Jane drags out the ‘o’, looking around. There’s nobody else this far into the museum yet it looks like. Probably all too busy drinking their tits off. God. You could use a drink yourself.

This would be excellent chance to change the subject, get back on track. Ask her about how things are as hero, transition to the rest of the Rangers. Easy-peasy.

Instead of doing any of that, Jane asks, curious, “why didn’t it work out, then? What, didn’t she like women?”

Oh God damnit. But of course you have to pursue this now. Jane doesn’t let things go. Her woman might have divided loyalties? Gotta follow that thread.

“You know what?” Ortega looks thoughtful for a brief moment, “I’m… not sure? I thought she did, but it’s hard to tell. She’s a very private woman. And well, I was… scared, I suppose.”

Jane covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. “You? Scared?”

Scared?

Scared??

Ortega raises her hands, defensive. “I wasn’t exactly out then. And I was dating men at the time.” She tilts her head. “I felt like I had a role to live up to, I was told I needed a boyfriend for the newspapers.”

“Oh?” Jane frowns at that, raises an eyebrow. “You always do what people tell you to do?”

“I’m not the woman I used to be.” Ortega laughs, bitter, or are you projecting? Wishing? “I don’t let other people run my life. …Anymore.”

“So… what? What’s your goal there?” Jane crosses her arms, leans to the side. “You planning on fixing what you screwed up back then? Is that what this is about?”

Ortega gives Jane a look, equal parts hurt and shocked. “I…” Ortega flinches, shakes her head. “I’m here with you, the past is the past.” She sounds uncomfortable as she says it. Uncertain?

Wait.

Are… are you sabotaging… yourself here?

You can feel a need to scream from deep within Jane’s body. You’ve wanted to scream throughout this entire conversation in second-hand embarrassment for yourself. Why are you doing this!?

Ortega abandoned you, threw you away.

You don’t want anything from her anymore.

You don’t.

Absolutely not.

Whatever the two of you might have had died with Ariadne, thrown out a window.

She means nothing.

She’s been nothing but a pain.

She thought she could just walk her way back in your life, and what?

Does she really feel guilty? For what? Failing you? Turning you in?

You don’t know.

You can’t know.

Years ago not knowing Ortega’s thoughts was a comfort. She was someone you could pretend to have a normal ‘human’ relationship with. Someone who’s thoughts wouldn’t immediately betray every nasty little observation about you. Now it’s another log in the fuel for your nightmares.

You might want to scream, but Jane doesn’t– can’t. Jane just purses her lips in a tight slash, not buying Ortega’s assurances. “If you say so.”

Jane turns away from Ortega, and whatever she might have said next goes out the window at the sight of it: Sidestep’s display.

Your display?

You steal a quick glance at Ortega, did she bring you here on purpose? No. No, it’s just a coincidence. It has to be.

There’s a little plaque and then a much larger board on the wall next to the mannequin listing out your– no, her greatest ‘accomplishments.’ There’s a whole cut-out section talking about the Nanosurge. Guess there’s no need to protect the secret of her telepathy now that she’s dead (Doesn’t stop the LDPD from still claiming partial-credit). Assholes. It calls her early death a ‘tragedy.’

You feel sick and for once Jane feels it too, and you have to grip the guard rail to steady herself. Why aren’t you dead? Why haven’t you been chopped up for spare parts in a hospital somewhere? Why are you still here? Sidestep shouldn’t be up there, she’s no hero. She couldn’t even save herself. All that’s left is echoes; a ghost, a faint hope for revenge to keep you putting one foot in front of the other.

A revenge that starts tonight if you have anything to say about it. If Sidestep was still alive, she’d be the first in line to punch you in the face. It’s hard to argue you wouldn’t deserve it.

There’s a hand on your arm and Jane looks up to see Ortega watching her with concern. “Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing.” Jane shakes her head hard, whipping her hair out of place. An hour’s work taming this hair into curls undone in seconds. Clear the thoughts from your mind. Focus. Don’t get distracted. She chews her lip. “It’s this whole place, I guess. It makes me feel…” Jane frowns, “Insignificant?”

“Insignificant?” Ortega mirrors back, tilting her head as she looks at Jane.

“I mean…” Jane gestures a limp hand towards the curve of the exhibits against the wall. Ghosts you might have known once. “All this weird world.” She frowns, grips the railing tighter with her other hand. “I’m just nobody.”

“That’s not true.” Ortega raises her voice, matching your own. “You are very far from being a nobody.”

Jane wants to laugh, smile in charmed embarrassment, but you suppress it. “Sorry, sorry.” She sighs. “I didn’t mean for things to get this weird. I just wanted to have a bit of fun.”

“I know what you mean,” Ortega scratches the back of her head. Embarrassed?

Well, Jane did just finish implying Ortega might be having a thing with another woman. Ortega herself is kind of your only real-world model here but that does seem like a mood killer.

“Maybe it wasn’t the best of choices to go looking around in here. I know you said you’re okay with what I do for a living, but actually seeing it is a bit disconcerting.” Ortega offers as a concession, she’s too nice for her own good.

“It’s just mannequins,” Jane flashes a smile, waving a hand dismissively, “with bad fashion sense at that.”

“That's true.” Ortega laughs, relaxes. “You have no idea how true that is.” You brace yourself for Ortega to launch into one of her favorite stories about Steel. It doesn’t come.

Weird.

Jane lets go of the guard rail, feeling a little more steady on her feat now. “You have a much more interesting life than I do.” She sweeps a hand at the exhibits for emphasis. You might know better than to glorify hero life, but Jane wouldn’t. “I mean, you get to be a part of all this.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t feel that interesting to me. It’s just work. Granted,” Ortega raises a hand in concession, “the uniform is a bit weird than most. But once you live this, it really loses its glamor.”

“Hmmm. I find that hard to believe.”

“Honestly, I’m a lot more curious about you.”

Jane’s face quirks into a smile. “Oh? I find that even harder to believe.”

“Really?” Ortega returns the smile, lets it go wider. “I mean, that’s partly why I invited you here? To get to know you better.”

“Only partly?”

“Well,” Ortega gives Jane a look. “That is traditionally the part that comes first.” You know that look, if only as a kind of second-hand smoke from always being in Ortega’s orbit. The look in her eyes, the twitch of her lips, the way she carries herself, how her full attention shifts…

Now it’s aimed straight at Jane. Her heart is pounding. She tucks her hair away behind her ear, smiles back with a nervous energy.

Flirting was one thing, going out on like this was one thing. It was all part of the game. Why not have a little fun if you were going to be keeping tabs on Ortega anyway, right? It was harmless. Was supposed to be harmless.

Now it’s suddenly become way too real. The way she leans in toward Jane. Jane, doesn’t look away. She wants to lean in, wants to step forward. For a moment you can see yourself doing that; stepping forward, and it's your reflection, not Jane’s, in the mirrored walls, grabbing Ortega by shoulders, head tilted slightly up to kiss her on the lips.

You don’t do that. Can’t do that. Could never do that. You want to run. But Jane’s not that kind of girl. She’s everything you're not. She doesn’t run. Doesn’t break eye contact. Stands her ground. Dare the other party to blink away first.

Jane isn’t the type to back down.

No one blinks

No one stops.

It’s not fair:

Your first kiss; it’s not even yours.

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next: fire, never consuming

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fhr #fanfiction #wlw fanfic #fhr/Ariadne #jealousy #self-sabatoge #a serious case of denial #poor ortega #mc #ortega #the puppet #trans character #disaster lesbians

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hoxtilicioustf2 · 4 years

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Antis make me, a minor csa and abuse survivor with pure ocd, feel threatened and scared at every turn

I’m sorry you are forced to feel this way by them.

I really just hope you are not part of their circles, and if so, find a way to escape.

That’s the thing - I know there are people out there with pure ocd, and its subset pedophile ocd, just like you, and I know antis can really harm these types of people. (Click for info on Pedophile OCD - intended for others to be kept in the picture)

This is why I would love to find a way to prove them, what they are doing is wrong, incorrect, pointless, and just hurts people, and I keep winning arguments, but they just don’t listen, and instead block me! So I just gave up and started blocking them.

I have very high standards on what pedophilia entails. But I work with realistic things, not fictional. Though, I suppose I should say this - friendly reminder, I’m an adult. If you have POCD, other type of Pure-OCD, have dated a minor in the past and regret it, you can follow me. The only reason why I put that up is because I’ve met a pedophile before and I’ve developed these standards to protect others. And if you are unsure - shoot an ask off-anon. I don’t slander folk and I will answer privately. Fiction does not directly correlate to reality is the thing. I know I sometimes say “doesn’t affect at all” but that was me being pissed and salty, it has some effect, but in a completely different manner.In my opinion, thinking ‘if you watch/ship x you turn into a nasty pedophile’ is either a symptom of a type of Pure-O, or just foolish to think. It is not correct, and exposing yourself to small doses of that can actually help with healing, I’ve seen antis believe that fictional character feelings are equal to real life people feelings, which is a horribly delusional thing to think. Fictional characters are fictional characters. They are not real. They were one day created by a artist, or a team of producers, just like a OC. They weren’t suddenly born, in some far away world, that day. They are generally fragments of an artist’s mind. They can represent their personality, their friend’s personality, a mixture, they can represent intrusive thoughts, some are just personified plot elements, their fantasies, etc. You as a writer or artist work with your extension of that. You add your ideas, your plot, your fun. And then you write/draw something wonderful, it might be dark, it might be rough, but maybe deep down, it helps you free some of the intrusive thoughts. It helps you alleviate fears. It helps you become a better person.So what about the cases where “fiction DOES affect reality” ? One word: “Romanticization”. This generally only applies to fiction targetted at masses, such as Hollywood movies, bestseller books, etc. If rape/abuse/pedophilia is romanticized, aka made appear as good while it really isn’t, a small portion of the audience, generally younger audience, can now think “huh, maybe something like this is ok” And someone can abuse that.* But what is the best course of action? “Don’t watch said movie” is actually not. Giving critique toward the movie, saying it romanticizes elements it shouldn’t, is good, it also lowers the movie/book’s rating. Informing people who have watched that movie that this isn’t actually a good thing but a bad thing to do in real life can help. There are many ways. I will return to this later.But what if you enjoy a wicked fetish, want to write for adult audience but some of them might just be dumb bitches? Add a disclaimer on start! And that’s that. You know, on dangerous videos it’s that “don’t try this at home”. Exactly that. Generally I only see romanticization of bad things done in fanfiction by younger writers, like 13yos who should have no business in NSFW areas by US law. Everyone older generally understood what they were writing about, sadly still got backlash for it by people who only read the tags. Their work was always good, and they were great people, they just quickly jumped to conclusions.*Now let me return to the starred area.Fanfiction is a thing. An item. It’s a tool used to express the writer. It harms no one as a stand alone. Imagine a knife. Good utility, can cut vegetables, can help you with survival in wild areas. As a stand alone, a great asset.Now imagine a malicious person coming along and using said knife to murder someone, hurt someone.Now you have 1 case in a billion where a knife has been used to harm. And Antis want to ban knifes, and say everyone manufacturing and using knives is a bad person. Even if they used it to cut vegetables for chicken noodle soup for their loved ones.Even if they used it to not freeze in the forest overnight. Even if they used it harmlessly.This is exactly what fanfiction is. And this applies to ALL fanfiction, regardless if morally “good” or “bad”. If a teenage girl dreams of a tall muscular 20yo hot boyfriend, as a stand alone, nothing wrong. If someone 20yo comes along, and knows how to twist words very well, starts dating said teenage girl because she’s “easy to get” and then starts abusing her, is it really the teenage girl’s fault for dreaming? Is it really the fiction’s fault for grooming her? No! It’s the man’s fault. And we should never forget that, otherwise we engage in victim blaming, or blaming-a-person-that-has-nothing-to-do-with-this instead of the perpetrator, who should by all means be blamed.Another sample, a 25yo on forums. He can take the safest fanfiction out there, of a 16 and 17 yo, send it to a 13yo, equate the characters to their personality (the characters being general enough to match) and then saying yeah, we would make a nice couple.There was nothing wrong with this fanfiction, but still we have a poor 13yo groomed to a gross bastard? Really makes you think.Now, actually, if a groomer like this just were to read the tags like antis do, and sends fanfic to a young’un and it’s not romanticized, like really not romanticized, and the young’un can understand this is bad, this can actually soil his plans. Which is why a lot of this “bad fanfiction” could turn out actually excellent, although this is theory as I don’t know of any case to confirm of deny this. Sorry I just wanted to say what was on my mind. I really just wanted to clarify to you that you’re never wrong for liking anything “fucked up” and if you have POCD, I know you might have intrusive thoughts so I just wanted to help you a bit. Again I’m an adult, you can write to me off-anon, say you want this private, I won’t publish. I’ll try my best to help you, as much as my time allows me to.I hope none of this was triggering to you. Apologies if it was. I too have some trauma, not csa per-se but there were some nasty elements to it, so I kinda understand.

#ask hoxy #discourse #rant #i hope i helped #Anonymous

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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 years

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Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Look, I love reverse morality AUs, and I mean I love them, so here’s my own take on it for the Septic boys. This was really fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it! ^-^ It is kinda long though, but honestly at this point I’ve just accepted that I write long things.

Edit: There is a part two out now!

Hey uhhh @huffle-dork @evyptids remember how one time not too long ago in the Discord I went on a long rave about an AU I was working on and you guys were like “yeah I’d read that!” This is the that

Even though The Dish and Glass was a twenty-four hour diner, it almost never got visitors in the wee hours of the morning. This was something that Stacy knew, having been stuck at that job for nearly three years. When she worked the night shift, she expected that she’d be alone with the chef, spending the whole time worrying about the sitter she’d hired to watch the kids. Not like she expected them to be awake from the hours of midnight to six in the morning, but it was better safe to be sorry, and the sitters she got usually gave her ugly looks for making them stay up so late for nothing.

Of course, after tonight, she would wish the only problem she had was nasty babysitters.

It was two o’clock. Stacy was behind the counter, taking stock of the coffee mugs. She didn’t really have a reason to, but nobody was around to talk to except Richard, the chef, and he was busy in the kitchen doing who knows what. She was bored. The bright lamps overhead shone a monotonous white light down onto the red and white booths and tables. The plate glass window showed the blue-black night outside. The city was dark.

The easy listening music that always played in the diner was broken by the pleasant ding! of the door opening. Stacy was pretty sure her shock was showing on her face. Luckily she was facing away from the entrance, or the customer might’ve noticed it. Then they might’ve told the manager, who might’ve fired her for unprofessional behavior, then she’d be alone and jobless with two kids who absolutely needed the best in life—she shook her head. The manager wasn’t even here, he’d gone out for who knows what; nobody ever told her. And looking shocked wasn’t worth reporting, let alone being fired over. She tried to ease the knot of anxiety as she turned around to face the customer.

“Hello, welcome to the Dish and—” Stacy froze. It couldn’t be no it couldn’t not here no no no—

“Lady, you alright? Didja have a stroke or something?”

Stacy shook herself internally, then plastered a smile on her face. “Of course I’m alright, sir! Welcome to the Dish and Glass, can I get you anything?”

The man shrugged. “Coffee. I can seat myself.”

“Sir, that’s not really our...policy...” Stacy trailed off. He’d already walked away and sat at one of the window booths. Honestly, there was no reason to stop him, what with him being the only one in the entire diner. It wasn’t like she’d lose track of him.

As she busied herself with the coffeepot, Stacy tried her best to stare at the customer without him noticing. The resemblance...it was more than uncanny. If it wasn’t for a few key differences, she could’ve sworn she was staring right at her ex-husband. Same brown hair, same build, same blue eyes—actually, eye. This stranger had only one. Where his right eye should have been, there was an eye-patch, one of those white square ones with four strings instead of two.

Something was...off about him, Stacy decided. She wasn’t sure what it was. He looked ordinary enough. He wore a black t-shirt, blue jeans with holes in the knees, and black tennis shoes. A green scarf was wrapped securely around his throat. He’d worn a ragged black backpack into the diner, but he’d taken it off and put it on the table, where he was now rummaging around inside. Still, despite how utterly normal all of this was...he gave Stacy an uneasy feeling. Maybe it was just the resemblance to him that was bothering her.

But she had a job to do. The coffee was ready, piping hot and poured in one of the mugs she’d been counting earlier. She set it on a plate and walked over to the booth where the customer was sitting. Upon catching sight of her, he immediately froze in place like someone had pressed the pause button. Stacy set the coffee on the table, trying to ignore his stare, and asked, “Would you like any cream? Or sugar?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I mean, we have those available—”

“I don’t ńeed̴. anything.”

Stacy flinched at his sharp tone. “Alright, sir. If you do, just call for me.” She forced herself to calmly turn around and walk at a normal pace back to her spot behind the counter. She could still feel the man staring at her. Had he blinked at all during that entire exchange?

She started fiddling with the cash register. It wasn’t her job to count the change, it was the manager’s. But she pretended to be busy. There was no doubt about it, this guy was giving off a vibe that she wasn’t fond of. She could almost feel it, like static electricity. Or maybe that was just the electric humming from the overhead lights. It was usually there, but Stacy noticed it kicked up. Maybe something was wrong with the wiring? If it broke, would they take the replacement costs from her paycheck?

He was still watching her. She glanced over and saw him sitting unnaturally still, eyes on her. Nope, there was no blinking there at all. Seriously unnerved, Stacy closed up the cash register, double checked that the drawer was secure, then swung open the kitchen door and hurriedly walked through. Richard, the chef, looked up when she entered. He was on his phone. “What’s up? ‘S there a customer?”

“I mean, yeah...he just wanted coffee, though. Now he’s just...sitting there...” Stacy shuddered. “He creeps me out.”

“Really?” Richard strolled over and looked through the tiny round window in the kitchen door. Stacy pushed her head next to his. The man was now rummaging in his backpack again. He pulled something out. “Please tell me that’s not a gun...” Stacy muttered.

“Nah.” Richard squinted. “Looks like a tennis ball or something. Green, round...it’s kinda glowy. Maybe it’s, like, a novelty bouncy ball?”

“He doesn’t seem the type...” Stacy muttered.

“People can be wrong, Stace. Maybe you’re just expecting a creep to walk in at two in the morning, so your brain is tricking you.”

“Maybe...” She was pretty sure her instincts were correct here. The man had stared at her for way too long to be innocent.

“What’s goin’ on here?”

Richard and Stacy jumped, then simultaneously turned around to see Rosa, the manager. She’d just entered through the back door. Now she was staring at her two employees with a combined expression of annoyance and curiosity.

“There’s a, uh, customer here,” Stacy explained. “I was getting a weird feeling from him. Rich says it’s nothing.”

“Let me see.” Rosa pushed her way past them to peer through the porthole. She frowned. “He seems normal enough. That eye-patch is a bit suspicious, but we shouldn’t judge. He order anything?”

“Just coffee.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye on him. In the mean time Stacy, d’you mind taking out the garbage in the kitchen? It’s overflowing.”

“I, uh, yeah, sure.” Stacy awkwardly backed away from the door, heading out. Picking up the garbage on the way, she couldn’t help but think that it was nowhere near overflowing. But Rosa probably had good reason. She just had to...had to remember that.

She threw the bag from the can into the dumpster in the alley, the dim light from a flickering bulb over the diner’s back door barely allowing her to see. For a split second, she allowed herself to slump. This job...she needed it, but god did it suck. Creepy guy comes in the diner? Let’s keep an eye on him, forget that he makes you uncomfortable. By the way, you still have to serve him.

A small sound came from the ground near her feet. An animal sound...? Stacy looked down and saw a cat curling around her ankles. Mostly black, with a few white spots, including four arranged in an almost perfect diamond on its forehead. It wasn’t a small cat, actually it was fairly big height- and length-wise, but it was so thin. Stacy felt a pang of sympathy for it. “Hey little guy,” she cooed.

The cat gazed up at her with big green eyes. It meowed again. Stacy bent over to pet it, and it leaned against her and purred. A faint smile curled around her lips. Animals weren’t allowed in the diner, nor in the apartment building where she lived with her kids. She missed them. “I wish you could come with me,” she sighed. But already she was worried about Rosa noticing she was taking too long. If she came back into the diner with a cat when that was explicitly against the rules, she’d get another warning. And too many warnings meant losing her job.

Oh well. Sadly, she turned around and looked at the cat again..only for it to turn into a streak of dark fur and zoom past her into the diner. “What the hell!” she cried, darting inside.

“What? What happened?” Rosa asked. She and Richard were cleaning the kitchen counters, probably under the assumption that nobody else was coming.

“There was a stray cat, it-it ran inside,” Stacy explained.

“Oh shit!” Rosa’s eyes widened. “We can’t have dirty strays in here. Richard and I will look for it. You go back out there and attend the customer.”

Stacy almost asked to switch places with one of them, but she didn’t want to push her luck with letting the cat inside. She swallowed her words and pushed through the kitchen door back into the main body of the diner.

“—to do next. I’m thinking we get you to safety. I know a place.”

She froze. In a split second, she took in two things and made two conclusions: 1) the diner was still empty except for that one guy, 2) that one guy was talking to somebody, 3) if there was no one else in the diner then the guy was talking to himself, 4) if the guy was talking to himself then he was crazy and possibly dangerous, though that wasn’t a guarantee, but with the feeling she got from him it probably was. Instinctively, Stacy ducked down so that she was hidden behind the counter. She immediately felt stupid.

“Don’t l͠o͝o̵k̶ at me that way, I can protect it!”

She immediately stopped feeling stupid. That voice. That wasn’t...there was something...

Stacy’s attention was caught by the kitchen door easing its way open. The black cat poked its head through. It looked at her and narrowed its eyes in an...almost human way. Then it slipped through the door and headed around the counter and out into the dining area.

The man continued. “You don’t need that toxic shit, do ya? Cause I don’t want to turn right back around and scoop up a bucketful. That a no? Alright, we should probably—” Suddenly, he fell silent.

Time seemed frozen. The electric humming in the lights was definitely getting louder. It grew in intensity. Stacy shrank back.

A series of events happened in quick succession. Richard and Rosa burst through the kitchen door, cried out “Where’d the cat—?!” “Who the hell is—?” The overhead lights burst with an electric fritz and glass sprayed everywhere. It was dark for less than a second, then a flash of violet light lit everything up in startling intensity. The light was accompanied by a shock wave, and somehow Stacy was thrown from her hiding spot. She hit her head hard against the edge of a shelf on the other wall, and everything went black.

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was the sticky, throbbing pain coming from her forehead. She almost groaned, but then she heard the laughing and thought better of it. Her head and limbs were twisted at awkward angles, but she was filled with a weakness and simply couldn’t move them. She opened her eyes. The diner was dark, except for a pulsing green light and a steady purple glow. She couldn’t see much from her spot on the floor, but the kitchen door was ajar and an arm was sticking out. It was surrounded by a puddle of dark liquid.

“ I̴ş ̛̕ţ̨h̸̕a̢҉t͝͡ ̨͞àl͏͝l̵̢ ̀͠҉y͢o̶̶͠u̧͢͠ ҉g̡͠oţ̷͟,̢ ̧̕k̴̨i͡t҉t͞y̛͞ ̶c̨̕a̢̨t?̴”

It sounded like the words were being spoken through a buffering voice call made using a broken app. But the voice itself—the mocking, arrogant voice—was familiar. Stacy finally found the energy to push herself into a kneeling position. Her head was filled with a thick syrup, but the few thoughts that penetrated that syrup were those of curiosity. She crawled over to the counter and peeked over the top.

Someone was standing on one of the tables. Dully, Stacy recognized the scarf a moment before she saw his face. It was the man from before, but... this was impossible. The air around him was fizzing and breaking with distortion, creating shadowy duplicates and an almost glitchy effect. It seemed like the green light was coming from him. He was looking down at the source of the purple light. Another man. He had his back turned to Stacy, so she couldn’t see much... was he wearing a cape? The purple glow was coming from his hands. Stacy thought he must’ve been holding a flashlight or something, but there was no sign of anything like that.

“I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve,” spat another voice. Similar to the glitching man’s but not quite the same. It must’ve been the other one.

“W̛e̕l̸l, ̴Í'̴m ͝sur͢e͝ ͞you͠ d̶o͠,” said the one on the table. The distortion increased for a moment as his head cracked to the side, then glitched back into place. He pointed something toward the caped man, and Stacy held back a gasp. Where did he get a knife?! “W̨hy ͠d͟on̶'҉t ͝yo͏u u͢s͏e th̴e͟m? ̕I͞'́ḿ sur͝e̵ yo̕u're j͞u̷s҉t̸ it́chin̢ǵ ͏to.̨” A twisted grin. “G͡o ah́ȩa̶ḑ.͡ I͝ ẃa҉̧n̵͟͝nà͠͠ s҉̶̥̖e̛̦̳̯e̘̹͍̤̠̞̕͞.”

“I—” Stacy could hear the hesitation in the other man’s voice. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, more like he did want to but knew he shouldn’t. “N-no-not yet. You’re gonna tell me where you hid it. Do you have it? You’re trying to taunt me into blasting it, huh?!”

“Oh̢ ҉ye̵s,͡ th̴at ́makes p̶̴̡e̢͟r̷̵f́͞é̛ct ҉͡ se̸ns͞e̛.” The words were harsh, biting. “C͝o͠ngŕátul̷at̡i̧ons̛, yo̵u̶'͡v́e҉ ̵f̡i͟g̨ure͟d òut́ ̡m̡y ́p̨lo͞t͡.҉ P͠retend͟ to ̨get̴ ͝t͞ḩem away, only t̶o͝ t͠r̨i҉ck̛ ̸ýou ͟i̴nt̸ò k̶įl̨ling͡ t̷hem̡ ҉yours͞elf. ̵Al͝l ͝t͏h̨is̵ ̡t͞im̀e͡,̢ ̷I've̢ ̷be̕en̡ a ̢ca͞rto͠on ͢vi͝llai̷n w̧it̵h ̢a͢n ̨el̷ab̢o͞ra̡t̀e ҉s̛che̕m̕e̛.͞ O͡h wái͠t̢,̛ ́t́ha͞t's ҉yo͝u ͟a͏nd̕ y̕ou̕r li̧t̀t̨l͝è ̀ g͡ro҉u҉p͡ of̷ fr̛i͞end̸s.”

A hiss. An honest to god hiss, like a threatened cat. “Oh, we’re the bad guys here, aren’t we?”

“H̀m̸m,̸ ͝I do̧n't̴ know. ͡Havę you͏ not́i̡ce҉d̨ t́h͠ȩ ̸w̶a̵l̕ķing̨, ́tálk̷ing͠ èvi͠l d͏octǫr̴ ͡tr͝o͠p͝è ҉y̕ou̷ ̵h͢a͏ņg ̡o͠u͏t wi͠t̸h?”

“And how are you any better?”

“I͢͏͖̖͕̯̩̙ ̴̴̨̢̛̝̰̼̥̜ a͡t̸ l̷eas̨t̀ k̨̛͢n͞ó̢w͏̧́ t̷ha͞t I'̷m fucked̷ ̕i͟n̕ th̢e ͠he͟a̴d.” The caped man let out a horrible screech. A dark violet energy beam blasted from his hands toward the one on the table. The air crackled, and he was gone. Stacy thought for a second that he was gone, only for him to materialize on a different table on the other side of the diner. He laughed, the same one from before. “W̨ow̴,͞ ̶that̴ ̢di̴d ́n̕o͠҉t̛h̨̛in̴̨̧g͞!͠”

The caped man turned towards him, and Stacy could just make out his face. Or rather, the mask hiding his face. It was shaped like a cat, and colored black. Four shapes, two red and two white, were in the middle of the mask’s forehead. Creeping out from underneath the mask were lines on the man’s cheeks—scars, Stacy realized. What the hell...?

Another blast of purple energy. Once again, the glitcher dissolved and reappeared on another table. And again, the same result. And again. This time, the man popped into existence standing on the counter, inches away from the spot where Stacy was watching. She exhaled sharply. The man turned his head slightly and looked down. His one visible eye had changed color; its sclera was black and the iris was acid, electric green. Stacy couldn’t help but stare at it. The distortion, the energy blasts, the creepy voice...that kind of shit was only supposed to be in movies and YouTube videos. Yet here it was, impossibly, in real life.

The man’s eye widened slightly, then he looked back to the masked man. “Y̨o͠u g҉on͟na do ̴th̛is̛ ҉fòrev̧e̡r̴,̡ ̕mag̷ic bo͟y?̷” he jeered. ”P͢lay ͝c̛at an̶d ̧mo͝use̸?́”

“Shut up!” Another blast, and Stacy flinched as it passed so close to her. Just as before, the man glitched away. But now he appeared behind the masked man. Before he could react, the glitcher plunged the knife into his backside, quickly withdrawing it. The masked man roared and let out a spray of purple liquid that burned the walls of the diner like acid. It had no effect, as the other one disappeared once more.

“H̢e̛y͏ lady,” a voice whispered in Stacy’s ear. She let out a small squeak, then spun around. The man was crouching right next to her. His eye had gone back to normal, and the distortion seemed to have lessened somehow. “ Y͡òu need to get the f̴u̴ck̡ out of here.”

“Who—how—what—” Stacy stuttered.

“That’s not important. Come on.”

“Wh-wh-what about Rich and Rosa?” she asked.

“Dead. Ripped apart by the shockforce spell.” Then, as an afterthought, “Sorry.”

“I...” Stacy trailed off. They couldn’t be...this couldn’t be real. It was probably just a bad dream. A very realistic bad dream...

“Oh for—there’s no time for shock!” He grabbed her arm. Before she could protest or pull away, he was running around the counter and toward the exit, dragging her behind him. She cried out.

The masked man’s head whipped toward them. “Hey! You aren’t leaving yet!” Stacy looked toward him, only to see a long whip of violet fire snapping toward her. A lashing agony spread through her arm. She screamed and fell. The glitcher instinctively dissolved to avoid the fire, but he reappeared in the same spot as he realized he’d let go of her. He stopped in his tracks and made to grab her again. A shield of purple fire appeared between him and her.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna make me do this.” The masked man rolled his eyes. “Tell me where the eye is, and the waitress can live to tell the police about this disaster. Not that they’ll believe her.”

Stacy’s heart stopped. She looked up at the glitcher with pleading eyes. He stared back at her, considering. “W͞h̀at'͡s yo̸ur g͞ame҉,M͡arv͟in͏?̛” he asked. “Íf ̸I'm ͠t̢he͠ ͠b̷ád ̸g͡uy,͏ ̶w̢h̷y ͟d̵o͏ ҉y̢o̵u th̶in͢k̨ I’d care?̶”

“Fair point.” The masked man—Marvin—shrugged. “Or, it would be if you hadn’t just fucking stabbed me to get her out. If I believe Jackie, you like to play the long game usually.”

The glitcher nodded, slightly. “A̡lri̕gh̀t̵,̷ I̶'l͡l̸ g͝iv̛e̡ you̧ ͠a ch̷an͝c͠e̢.” He turned to Marvin. “Y͢ou can ha͏v͟e͏ them.̧..ìf y̕o͝u͝ ͡can̡ ͡ca̢tćh t͟h̸em͢!” He threw something. A round, green object sailed through the air, over the counter and through the ajar kitchen door. Marvin cried out, then dashed to follow it. With the loss of his focus, the purple fire wall disappeared. “Come on!” the glitcher hissed to Stacy, then turned and bolted out the door. She scrambled to her feet and ran after him.

The city was still dark. Stacy glanced at her watch: 2:18 a.m. Only a little over ten minutes ago, she’d been idly sorting through the coffee cups, and now she was running from an insane fire-thrower wearing a cat mask, following a guy who could seemingly break the world at will. Her arm was burning. Rosa and Richard were dead. Her world was crashing around her.

She looked up to see the glitcher staring at her. The distortions had entirely disappeared. “Yeah?” he sounded impatient.

“Yeah—yeah what?” she stammered.

“He hit you, didn’t he? With the fire?”

“Um...” Stacy touched her arm. A bit of her uniform was burned away, and the wound was letting out a bit of smoke. “...yeah.”

“Well that sucks,” he said casually. “That’s a black magic burn. It’ll keep burning until either you eventually die somehow or a cure is administered. And that means I gotta take you to my place and fix it.” He sighed. “Okay, come on.” He turned on his heel.

“W-wait! I have questions!” Stacy hurried to catch up until she was matching his quick pace. “Who—what are you?”

“I see you corrected that one. Good.” He continued walking. Every so often they’d pass under a street light, and she’d see that she was on his blind side. Still, despite that, Stacy felt like he was staring at her. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? That’s impossible.”

“Is it? Is it really? Well, maybe it is and I’m just not telling you.” He giggled to himself.

Even though he’d just saved her life, that laugh was still really creepy. “And-and that other guy? Marvin?”

“Black magic magician that gives black cats the bad name they have. I stole something away from him and his friends, and they want it back.”

“What? Was it that green thing you threw?”

He grinned evilly. “No.” Still walking, he pulled at his scarf. For a moment, Stacy could see that underneath the scarf there were bloodied bandages wrapped around his neck. And then something glowing, green, and round shot out from where it had been hidden within the cloth of the scarf. It hovered in the air, easily keeping up with them. Stacy gasped. It was an eye. A green-scleraed, blue-irised eyeball with an optic nerve like a tail. The main body of the thing was about the size of a tennis ball. As she stared at it, its iris deformed slightly, curving upward. She got the impression that it was happy. “This little guy is Sam,” the man explained. “I broke into the guys’ main hideout and found them in a tank of green toxic fluid. They were curled up at the bottom and looked scared, so I broke the fucker and lettem out.”

“And...these guys...they want this Sam back?” Stacy hesitantly reached out toward the eyeball. It nudged her hand, then started nestling it like a pet would. It was actually kind of adorable. “Why?”

“Hell if I know. Some of them have major control freak problems, so maybe that’s it. But they sent Mr. Goodbye Kitty after me, so they're serious about getting them back. The thing you saw me throw, that was a ‘copy,’ to distract him. He’ll grab it, take it back to their little lair, and then it’ll disappear. Thought it would buy me time to get you fixed.”

“Why didn’t you just-just teleport me?” Stacy asked.

“It’s not t̢ęl͟e̸ṕort̷ing. It’s...well, you can call it glitching, that’s close enough. And it can’t affect most living things. Sam is somehow an exception.”

“It affects you.”

“Oh? Who told you I͡ w͏a̧s l̷̢͡į̷v̵i̴n̶g̸?” He smiled.

Stacy shuddered. She almost stopped in her tracks and ran the other way, but if he was right about the burn never healing, then she needed all the help she could get. “Okay,” she said quietly. They walked in silence for a moment through the empty city streets. But there was one more question bugging Stacy. “Wh-what-what’s your name?”

“Antisepticeye.”

“Oh.” Weird name...

“People call me Anti, if that’s too long for you. And you?”

“I’m Stacy. Stacy Bro—Davidson.”

He—Anti—faltered, turning to fully look at her for the first time. “Say that again.”

“Stacy Davidson,” she repeated, softer.

Anti stared at her for a moment longer, then turned away. “We’re almost there,” he said, and sped up.

Stacy sped up as well. Why had he been so interested in her name? Did he know something about her? Or about...? She shook her head. Don’t dwell on the past. Dwell on the present. However strange it may be.

And maybe the future too. She had the feeling it was about to get a whole lot stranger.

#jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #antisepticeye #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #septics inverted au #brigid writes fanfiction #invertedau

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Aperitif

Title: Aperitif

Pairing: MC (Vivian) x James

Rating: NSFW.

Word count: 1,715

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. My stories are all SEX. There is usually enough “before “to lead up to sex, and rarely much “after.” If you’re not interested in reading about sex, these are the wrong stories for ya. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series.

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: use of Daddy

More of a tech geek than he lets on, James becomes ecstatic when Vivian shows interest in dining at the new restaurant in town. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looks at James who is driving, staring at the road wearing a Cheshire-cat grin.

"Somebody's excited for lunch."

"They use iPads to order. iPads! You don't even need to talk to anyone. iPad!"

He continues looking at the road, but he's smiling so hard that she can see the smile in his eyes as well.

"No need to talk to anyone, huh? You do remember that we have a conversation to have?"

"Of course, I remember. I'm assuming we'll have it at lunch."

"My boyfriend is so smart." He smiles knowing she's sarcastic, regardless it feels good to be acknowledged for something you take so much pride in, and he's certainly proud of being so smart.

Once inside the restaurant, the couple is seated immediately.

"Have you been here before?"

James reaches for the iPad to look through the menu, feeling extremely confident he holds his neck high as he answers, "No, but we use these iPads for everything, right?"

"Absolutely. Well if you don't mind me saying, you seem pretty tech savvy. Would you like me to show you how to use the iPad?"

"We've got it. Thanks, though." Vivian flashes the waiter a smile as James pulls the iPad to center.

"Okay. But do you want me to show you?"

"It's okay honey, I can figure it out, I'm sure." He pushes the iPad toward her, "Ladies first." And she proceeds to order.

"Okay, sweetheart – listen" she pushes the iPad his way

"Okay, all these different endearing nicknames has me concerned." He doesn't go straight to order; he peruses every section of the menu even when he knows what he wants.

"Why, baby? Everything is fine. I'm just ready to talk, lover."

"You have only ever called me babe. Maybe baby, love and ya know…" he shifts his eyes to look at her while his face remains pointed at the iPad "Daddy…"

Her face doesn't match her body language. Her eyes soften as she smiles at his realization while she sits with a slight but noticeable slouch, hunched over like an optimist who has met defeat and is trying their hardest to remain optimistic. And finally, James has sent in their order. Within minutes a waiter brings a strawberry lemonade and water.

"Great. Drinks. Okay, babe, listen."

"Listening…" anxious what she may say, he decides its best to look her in the eye to reassure her. He's definitely listening.

"We stay at home too much."

Relieved and shocked all at once, he wonders why did he get so nervous and why is she saying this.

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"We're a couple of loners."

"No, we're not. We have a plethora of things to do at home and outstanding company. It's the best place to be. That's not being a loner. It's living." Before Vivian can respond, the waiter places a Lobster Mac and a Shrimp mac on the table.

"Thank you." Vivian smiles as the waiter leaves their table, taking a bag of Old Bay seasoning out of her purse to add to her mac.

"Babe, do you need some? You've got shrimp."

"I'm okay, thanks."

"Okay. So. Back to our conversation. You're incredible, you make it sound so perfect. But hun, you gotta face it. We're homebodies."

"Maybe. But what's the problem?"

"That we've become anti-social. James, I can live happily in my life with only you. But we do have friends – remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"But hey, let's not think about them right now. Let's just get out of the house a little more. Just us."

"Okay, Viv. I'm all in. Let's get out more and start genuinely seeing our friends."

"James, you're the best" she reaches to caress his hand when she notices he's busy at work on his phone.

"Are you playing a game or something? You don't usually do that at the table with me…" he can sense her anger.

"A game? No Viv, of course not" he slides his phone over to her "Look." After looking at the screen, her eyes go wide, "Baby!" she thought she could contain her excitement, but she jumps out of her seat, rushing to hold him.

"We're going to St. Marten!? You spoil me, Ashton!" she kisses him all over his face. "This is so awesome. Let's go" grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the exit.

"Slow down Viv, I gotta pay before we go. Don't you want a lemonade to go?" he laughs while admiring the joy he's bought the love of his life.

Sitting back down in her seat while laughing at herself, "Yup. I do," she presses the iPad to call the waiter and get her drink to go. James pays on the iPad, impressed at technology.

"Okay Vivian, now we can go," he smiles and reaches for her hand to hold as they walk to the car. Vivian can hardly wait until James pulls out of the parking lot before she finds her hand caressing the lower part of his stomach, sneakily undoing his pants

"What are you doing, love?" he knows exactly what she's doing.

"Do you know how happy you make me...Daddy?" her hand is beneath his boxer briefs fondling his member, feeling it become stiffer at her touches.

"Do you know how happy you make me, - O, Oh shit, baby..." the pleasure of feeling his dick in her mouth dominates. He's forgotten his train of thought. "Fuck, Viv. I can't even drive." Luckily there's a large empty parking lot that he pulls into, reclining his seat all the way back and immersing himself in Vivian's joy.

Their usual jazz mp3's are not playing from the last time James drove alone and felt more adventurous with his music choice. "Hey, Daddy (Daddy’s Home) by Usher plays in the background as she fills her mouth, humming the melody to the chorus until he's in her throat.s

Lying back with his hand on his forehead, "Baby I need to fuck you. Sit on my dick." The vibration of her vocal cords while she sucks his dick is marvelous, making him question why he doesn't have this playing every time she sucks his dick. When coming back up for air, her tongue glides lengthwise up his shaft until he's no longer in her mouth. She licks the circumference of the head of his dick before pulling her face away.

"I need that pussy." He thrust upward, humping the air. She kisses the tip of his dick again before she takes position to sit on top of it. They both sigh in relief at how good it feels for his dick to enter her pussy. He immediately starts thrusting.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Fuck this pussy; you feel so good," she lies on his chest and grinds. Feeling her shirt against his is an awful reminder that they're still in clothes, though feeling the heat of her sex on his is indulgent enough to ignore the presence of clothes.

"Is Daddy's dick good to you?"

"James…," she whispers breathlessly, amazed at how a shift in movement could lead to such a fantastic feeling. She wants to tell him "Don't Stop" but…. she's controlling the flow.

The songs change in his playlist as they change positions.

"Wait, baby," he tells her and reclines the seat back up, causing her to straddle him.

"Daddy...feel you deeper in me this way...Yes,yess" bouncing with every breath.

"I wanna lay you on the hood of this fuckin car and wreck that pussy."

"Yeah keep talkin like that Daddy "

She starts grinding back and forth, feeling his dick hit her clit each time she makes a full movement.

"I want you in the back seat spread eagle while I devour that delicious pussy."

She cries out, "please, please don't stop Daddy."

"I wanna bend you over the trunk and murder that pussy from the back."

"SHIT. Daddy YES," she captures his mouth in a kiss full of desire, both of them knowing that this car sex is only an appetizer. He holds on to her waist, gently thrusting into her as continues to grind on him.

"Daddy...Daddy I'm gonna..." she stops grinding, but he doesn't stop thrusting. Kissing her body down until he reaches her breasts. He pushes up her shirt and bra to focus on licking her nipple.

"FUCK" he reaches to grab her hair, and she knows he's finished. Leaving no idle time, he wraps his arms around her waist and hers are around his neck; they share a kiss that seems endlessly fueled with hunger. Neither of them has had enough of the other. Vivian grinds a little as they kiss. Movements large enough to feel so, so good but small enough not to irritate anyone's sensitivity. After a while, James finally pulls away from the kiss. "Baby," he starts kissing her neck, "We gotta..." he puts her tit in his mouth, letting his eyes roll back at the feel or her nipple in his mouth. "Mmm baby, we gotta get home" he sucks on her other nipple, "So I can really fuck you." He meets her lips for another desirous kiss.

Maneuvering back into her seat and repositioning her clothes correctly, she pushes her hair behind her ear and smiles as he zips his pants.

"Let's talk about why you have Warren G, Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg playing in the car. I've never heard you play stuff like this."

"Let's talk about how you know exactly who's in 213."

"Nope. I'm asking the questions here, James. Let's talk about how YOU know who's in 213."

"I listen to everything."

"Every time I'm in the car, you're playing jazz."

"That's because you like jazz."

"I like everything" she reaches for my mp3 player to search his playlists, he looks at her and smiles,

"Did we just learn something new about one another?"

"I think we did, babe." He sets his hand atop of hers, caressing it in his grasp,

"I love that."

When she looks up at him, his eyes already back on the road. Still, she says, "I love you!" to which he unsurprisingly responds,

"I love you too!" and they continue their conversation as though they didn't just stop to have sex…

#Daddy #NS*W #JamesAshton #TheFreshman #Choices #Freakyfics

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