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sh4wty18 · 3 months

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heyyyyy i was wondering if you could make a johnnie angst fic where he forgets your bday🫶🏼

you forgot my birthday.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: same as request with some bestie!jake moments

cw: angst, hurt no comfort, language

word count: 1.2k + edited

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12:00 am. A text from Jake immediately lights up your screen:

jakey: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! i hope you have the best day ever! im so glad ur dating my bsf so WE could become bsfs!! ilysm go slay queen 💅

You smile and type out a response:

y/n: THANK U SO MUCH JAKE I <3 U!!!!!

You put your phone on do not disturb for the night and roll over in bed, Johnnie hadn’t texted you for your birthday yet, but that was to be expected. He was a slow texter as it is, but he was usually busy streaming or playing music at this time anyway. There was still plenty of time for him to reach out.

10:36 am. You wake up and immediately check your texts. You’d received birthday messages from Carrington, Tara, your friends from home, been tagged in hundreds of posts on tiktok and instagram, even Matt texted you (and you’d only met him once!). But nothing from Johnnie. That’s okay. He was probably still asleep. Nothing to be worried about.

1:48 pm. Nothing. What the fuck? All you wanted for your birthday was to spend a quiet day with your boyfriend. Unlike the other friends you’d made since moving to LA, you were less likely to choose partying over spending quality time with your loved ones. Not that there was anything wrong with partying, you just happened to be more reserved. Johnnie was more quiet and anxious as well, it was something that drew you to him in the first place. You always had someone to ditch social events with. You’d figured by this point he would have texted or called and wished you a happy birthday, then you’d hang out, watch a couple movies, order food in, birthday sex– the whole nine. But no. He'd said not a single word. You tried not to bring up your birthday often in the weeks leading up to it, so as to not annoy anyone, but you know for sure you’d mentioned your birth date at least twice since you’d been dating. He had zero excuse not to know. All the other important people in your life seemed to remember, so where was he?

5:24 pm. Nothing.

7:58 pm. Nothing. You decide to call Jake and see if he has any insight into the situation. He picks up on the second ring.

“What’s up, birthday girl?” He asks sweetly.

“Johnnie still hasn’t told me happy birthday. I think he forgot,” you say. Speaking the words out loud suddenly makes the situation feel way more real, and you feel a familiar lump forming in your throat.

“There’s no way. He couldn’t have. He’s been out all day, I haven’t really seen him. I think he’s doing a shoot for his next music video or something. So maybe he’ll text you when he’s done? I’m sorry, y/n, I wish I could help. If you need to be with someone, you know I’m always here.”

“Thanks, Jake, you’re a great friend. Love you.”

“Love you too, I’ll text you when he gets back.”

“Thanks. And Jake… don’t remind him when he gets back. It won’t be real unless he does it himself.”

10:15 pm. Nothing.

12:00 am. You type out a text to Johnnie:

y/n: you forgot my birthday

johnnie <3: It’s literally next month isn’t it?

johnnie <3: Y/n…plz tell me its next month

y/n: i think i know my own birthday

johnnie <3: No no no no no

johnnie <3: Y/n im so sorry

johnnie <3: I know how u wanted to spend all day together on your birthday. I'm such an idiot. I promise it was an honest mistake. I really thought it was next month.

You don’t answer. At 12:43 am, you hear a knock at your door. He was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you knew he wouldn’t leave until you answered, so you reluctantly opened the door.

“Johnnie, I don’t want to see you–”

“Y/n, please. Please listen to me. I’m so so so sorry. I was busy with music video stuff and I spaced. I wasn’t on my phone all day so I swear, I didn’t see anyone’s birthday posts or anything until after you texted. You can ask Jake and Carrington, they were texting me all day and I never answered.”

“I believe you, Johnnie. And I get being busy, but… it’s just like… how do you forget your own girlfriend’s birthday? Do you know how embarrassing it is? To have all my friends, fans, and even acquaintances wish me a happy birthday, but the one person I really want to hear from doesn’t? It sucks. I felt like shit all day.”

“I know. And being busy isn’t an excuse. There isn’t an excuse. I don’t know what else to say other than I’m so fucking sorry. If I could take it all back I would. I love you so much, y/n. I- I’m so fucking sorry,” Johnnie pleads, and his eyes start to well.

You start to tear up as well, but you don’t want him to see you cry, don’t want to make him feel worse. You’re not angry with him, and you obviously still love him, you’re just sad. You can tell he means what he’s saying, it was definitely an honest mistake, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re hurt, and embarrassed, and had the worst birthday ever.

“I know you are. And I love you, too. I just… I think I need some space for tonight. I’m sorry, Johnnie,” you say.

“Don’t apologize, baby. I’ll call you in the morning. I love you.” He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and turns to leave.

You close the door behind him and sink to the floor. You pull your knees to your chest and bury your face in them, finally letting out your soft sobs after holding back tears all day. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and tap the call button under Jake’s name.

“What’s wrong?” He asks immediately, knowing you’d never call this late unless there was an emergency.

“I need you,” you say, choking on your words between tears.

“I’m coming over.” He hangs up.

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Fifteen minutes later, he’s at your apartment. You’re sitting on the couch together, with you leaning your head against his shoulder and crying softly as he rubs your back.

“I saw Johnnie on my way out… he didn’t look so hot. I’m assuming this is about him?”

You sniffle, “He forgot. I can’t believe he really forgot. Sorry I'm crying, this is so stupid, I’m just… really fucking sad about it. I know he didn’t mean to, and he’s super sorry and stuff but–”

“Y/n, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. Your emotions are completely valid. He’s your boyfriend, of course you’re gonna be upset that he forgot your birthday! It doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, we still love Johnnie! But… he made a mistake and unfortunately it made you sad.”

“I knew you’d understand,” you give him a weak smile, and he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into a tight side hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“Of course. I’m here for you, y/n. Always.”

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first hurt/no comfort fic in the books! (i'm sad)

#sh4wty18 #original fiction #original one shot #one shot #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #angst #hurt no comfort #angst with a sad ending #angst with no comfort #original fanfiction #fanfiction writer #angst one shot #johnnie guilbert oneshot

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midnightbears · 5 months

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✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok.

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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November 10, 2021

y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

⤷ starl6ighwnb, LIKE FR IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE THIS IS INSANE

user8392y3r927y, HELLO YOUR GRACE ANASTASIA

inakigo, Congrats!!!!!!!!

taz_skylar, 🔥🔥🔥

The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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yourusername missing my wig and my gang hours ☹️

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November 10, 2023

morganlogoff, love love love you💗💗💗

curlikaqy, NO ONE KNOWS I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

emilyrudd, GIRL I WANT TO SEE YOU COME BACK TO AMERICA

bookofjacob, missing your camera hours💔

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece la #opla #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece live action x reader #one piece live action x you #iñaki godoy #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #jacob romero #taz skylar #mackenyu #one piece x y/n #opla x reader #opla x you #midnightbears

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belltari · 11 months

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Happy (early) Halloween!!

I finished editing this today but I couldn't wait until Halloween to post it so here it is, an EXTREMELY self indulgent ghoap sex-in-the-closet Halloween fic.

If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading it.

warnings & tags: plot with porn (a halloween party, its what the boys deserve), terrible dad jokes, flirty banter, established relationship (I'm imagining that it's still new, like only Price knows and Gaz is putting the pieces together), some dom!ghost tones (nothing too dominant), pleasure dom!Simon (that man just wants Johnny to feel good), public sex (it's a blowjob in a closet), face rutting, cum eating, someone gets called a "good boy" a couple of times

it's about 3 thousand-ish words

This was my first time writing something this explicit, so please keep in mind that I have a lot to learn. The other writers in the cod fandom are excellent teachers and inspire me a great deal.

If you just want to read the porn, start reading after the ' -- '

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great rest of your spooky season!

Approaching the mess hall, Johnny chuckles at the purple and orange 'Happy Halloween!' banner hanging above the doorway, it's very clearly homemade with streaky paint and clumpy glitter making up the words and what looks like an old, tattered tarp as the banner. He wonders if it was a team-building exercise for the recruits, as this whole party was a mixer for them to get to know each other better.

Paper party streamers act as a curtain on the wide doorframe, blocking Johnny's view of the interior of the mess hall, he can feel the bass of the music thumping in his chest and hear cheerful laughter from the other side. Pushing the curtain aside, he steps through to see the short corridor has been decorated. Plastic bats with light-up red eyes hang on strings from the ceiling, jack-o'-lantern string lights flickering along the walls accompanied with signs with sayings like "enter if you dare" and "turn back" written on them. When he gets to the end, he surveys the now-repurposed dining hall, more streamers, banners, and cheap plastic decorations decorate the room. The lights have been turned off and the windows covered, floodlights and spotlights covered with coloured transparent pieces of plastic are the only lights illuminating the room creating a dramatic scene.

Several tables are being used as pumpkin carving stations, one of the recruits is ripping the guts out and complaining about the smell, and another is stabbing their pumpkin with a hunting knife. Gaz is there, dressed as a vampire with a long cape and plastic fangs in his mouth, to supervise. He's laughing with them telling them they need to work on their techniques a bit more when he catches Soap's eye giving him a smile and a quick wave, he returns the gesture and continues scanning the room.

He turns to where the music is coming from, tables cleared from the corner creating a makeshift dancefloor. Recruits dressed as ghouls, goblins, witches, and all sorts of different costumes grind and dance together to the music, drinks in hand, and smiles on their faces. 'No better team bonding than getting absolutely shit-faced together' Soap thinks to himself with a grin across his face. He notices Price standing with a group of other captains and lieutenants, he's got a glass of whiskey in one hand and is using the other to help animate whatever story he's got everyone laughing at. Price is dressed in a tri-corn hat with a tall feather sticking out of the side and a knee-length red coat with gold adornments on the sleeves and lapels. 'Gotta be Captain Morgan' Soap smiles, shaking his head. Price notices him, giving Soap a smile and a quick nod which Soap returns.

Finally, he spots the man he was looking for, his broad back facing away from him. Soap approaches walking up to grab a drink next to Ghost. He has his balaclava rolled up to his nose, a half-eaten cupcake in one hand, and a plate of other confections in the other. "Thought you'd put a little more effort in L.T.." Soap says as twists open the bottle of beer he's picked up and turns to smile at Ghost.

Ghost is wearing his normal skull balaclava and skeletal gloves, but his 'costume' has the addition of a hoodie with the skeletal system of a torso and arms.

"Didn’t put much effort in 'cause my heart just wasn’t in it." Ghost response points to his chest where his heart would be.

Soap snorts. "Bet you've been waiting to say that all night."

"Gotta 'nother one for ya."

"Go on then."

"Why are skeletons so calm?" He pauses. "Because nothing gets under their skin."

"Ugh please no more." Soap says in a playful tone shaking his head.

"What are you supposed to be then?" Ghost asks, pointing to Soap while eating the rest of his cupcake.

"Thought it was obvious? The fluffy tail and ears, the roguishly good looks?" Soap pauses, looking at Ghost with a wolfish grin. "C'mon Ghost, I thought you were good at this?"

Ghost eyes rake over Soap’s form. Starting at his furry-eared headband, then down to his bright red collar around his neck. He pauses there for a second, Soap can see his Adam’s apple bob under his balaclava, before continuing further down to his distressed dress shirt that he’s left open at the top exposing his chest, he’s half tucked in his shirt to his jeans that he often wears on ops, the ones that hug his hips and thighs just right. And between his legs, a dark furry tail hangs ending just above his knees.

"Oh, I see you're one of those yappy little lap dogs."

"Oh aye. I'm very territorial and I never shut up. Watch your ankles L.T., I always go for those." Soap says stepping closer to Ghost. He looks down at the collar he's wearing, lifting his eyes back up, over Johnny's chin, to his smirking lips then setting on his bright blue eyes.

"Hmm" Ghost hums. "And is he a good boy too?" He said as he bites into a ghost-shaped sugar cookie.

"Depends on who's giving the orders, sir." Soap looks up through his lashes at Ghost, taking a swig of his drink.

Ghost looks around to make sure no one is paying any mind to them. When he's sure no one is, he hooks a finger under the collar pulling Soap even closer. He then leans into Soap's ear and whispers "Be a good boy then and go to the utility closet, lock the door, and don't open it until you hear three knocks of a beating heart." He doesn't wait for Johnny to respond before pulling away and walking over to Price, where Gaz has now joined him at the other end of the room.

Soap takes a deep breath, downing the rest of his drink, and grabs another one before joining the rest of 141.

When he approaches, Gaz is in the middle of telling Price about the pumpkin carving recruits and their 'interesting' techniques. But Soap's not listening, he's watching Ghost eat another cookie, licking the crumbs from the corner of his lip, laughing at something Price had said.

Soap's face gets hot, he downs a couple mouthfuls of his beer to try and cool down. "You good, Soap?" Gaz asks smiling at him.

"Aye, but this beer isn't. Has to be the weakest thing I've ever drank."

"It's probably a lot better than at piss tequila you drink." Ghost jokes.

"Think I'll go find ya some then LT. Maybe I can get you to come round to it." Soap winks at Ghost and turns to leave, only to be stopped by another captain holding a camera. "Group shot for the books, boys?" She asks. Soap looks over his shoulder at Price as he answers "Alright, come on then," waving the boys closer.

Price throws his arms over Gaz and Ghost's shoulders, Ghost rolls his balaclava back down over his jaw and Soap takes his place on the end next to him, snaking an arm around his back placing his hand on Ghost's waist.

"Say 'Happy Halloween!" The captain says as she readies to take the picture. Soap throws up the peace sign and the boys say the words the captain wanted when the camera flashes.

She comes over to show them the picture, they all look happy, even Ghost looks like he's smiling under his mask. They deserve a break like this after their last op. They move apart and Soap tells them he is going to find that drink for Ghost and excuses himself.

"Ma'am, could I get a copy of that picture?" Soap taps the captain with the camera on her shoulder on his way out. "Of course, hun! I'll make sure to give Price a few extra copies once I get them printed."

"Cheers!" Soap says raising his bottle in response "Enjoy the rest of your night."

"You too!" She says, giving a short wave to Soap.

'Oh, I will.' Soap thinks as he makes his way out of the mess hall and into the corridor leading to the utility closet Ghost wants him to wait in. He walks as fast as he can without looking suspicious, a tightness growing in his stomach and a heart wanting to break free of his ribs in excited anticipation of what's to come.

Rounding a corner, he meets a group of recruits.

"Leaving the party already Sarg?"

"Don't cha worry I'll be back, I'm only out looking for a little something stronger to drink." Soap responds with a wink as he walks backward down the hall coming to a corner. "You lads better get back there, don't want the captain to catch you out here." He turns the corner, hearing the recruits retreating footsteps as he approaches the utility closet door.

When he's standing in front of the door, he grips the handle, checking both ends of the hallway to make sure he won't be seen entering. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he opens the door and steps inside, reaching to his left to flick on the light and shutting the door behind him locking himself in.

He waits for what feels like ages. He finished the last of his drink a while ago and is now pacing around the small room.

"The things I do for this man." Soap signs. "This is ridiculous, what am I even doing in here?"

He checks his watch, 20 minutes have passed.

He's been waiting in a closet for Ghosts for twenty minutes.

"Oh, I'm so making you pay for this LT." He leans against the wall, readjusting his headband to distract him from the tightness in his pants that has been there for the last 15 minutes.

'Fuck it' he thinks, 'I'm not waiting any longer.' He reaches to palm himself through his jeans, moaning at the feeling of finally being touched. His briefs are wet with precum and creating a slick surface that his cock twitches against earning another sign from him. He reaches into his shirt to grab his nipple when a knock from the door startles him.

Knock-knock

Soap takes two long strides to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open. Ghost pushes his way in, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Jesus Simon, I thought you were going to make me wait here all night," Johnny says moving to stand chest to chest with Simon. He places one hand on Simon's waist and moves his other to take off Simon's mask.

Simon grabs his wrist and moves away. "Thought you were being a good boy? Think you need to learn some patience."

"My patience ran out 15 minutes ago." Johnny groans, freeing his wrist and ripping Simon’s mask off, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. His hair is an absolute mess, sticking up in all directions and a smirk is plaster across his face, he's looking down at Johnny hungerly.

Johnny smashes his lips onto Simon's in a desperate sloppy kiss, tongue and saliva pushing into Simon's mouth. A moan escapes Johnny. Simon reaches one of his hands up to the back of Johnny's head, caressing his nape first then gripping the back of his mohawk to deepen the kiss.

Johnny pulls away breathing hard when Simon's other hand touches his cock through his jeans. "Fuuuuck" he moans into Simon's neck, placing several open-mouthed kisses there and bringing his hands to wrap around Simon's broad back grabbing fist fulls of his hoodie.

Johnny ruts against Simon's hand earning a chuckle from Simon, "Desperation looks good on you, Johnny."

"Can think of a couple other things that might look even better."

Simon pulls away from Johnny, placing a hand on his chest pushing him away, "Stay." He says as looks down at him with half-lidded eyes. His gaze wanders down Johnny's face to the collar he wears on his neck, then to his chest that heaves in excitement, shirt half unbuttoned showing off his well-defined pecs that are covered in dark hair. Simon takes his hand and brushes Johnny's shirt where he knows his nipple sits underneath, drawing a shutter out of him. He smiles, looking up to Johnny's eyes that are already staring back at him. Simon looks down to see Johnny has clenched his fists that hang by his sides and sees that he's straining against his jeans, a wet spot has formed where the head of his cock has been twitching, wishing to be free from the confines of his jeans.

"You gonna me show how good you are?" He asks Johnny.

"Simon, please I-"

Simon walks Johnny backward until his back meets the shelf full of cleaning supplies behind them, shaking when they collide with it. Simon goes to plant a kiss on Johnny's mouth when Johnny tries to meet him halfway, "Ah-ah, I said stay" he scolds as he grabs Johnny's jaw with a firm grip. He places a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, then on the scar on his chin, and then one more on the pulse on his neck, he can feel it racing under his lips.

He suddenly pulls away and crouches down to settle on his knees in front of Johnny. Simon reaches for Johnny's belt unbuckling it, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them and his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs in one fluid motion, letting Johnny's cock spring free in front of his face.

A string of precum hangs from the half-covered head of his cock, creating a string that connects to the inside of his briefs. It twitches and another pearl forms under Simon's gaze. The pearl drops to the floor when Simon's gloved hand connects with his shaft, slowly moving his foreskin back to reveal his glistening, swollen head.

"Ahh, fuck" Johnny sighs, throwing his head back to smack against the self with a bang, knocking over a couple of the bottles.

"Careful, Johnny. Need to stay quiet, don't want anyone finding us do ya?" Simon teases as he starts lazily stroking his cock. He gets a hiss from Johnny, as he slides his gloved hand down his shaft to the base, creating a rough sensation for Johnny.

Simon's hand slides back up to his leaking head, thumb going to Johnny's frenulum drawing agonizingly slow circles on it. Simon looks up at Johnny to see his face contorted in pleasure with the overstimulation he's causing and that his headband has been knocked out of place. He brings his other hand to grip Johnny's balls, pulling them down gently. Johnny's chest heaves in when he releases a heavy breath, his hand shooting out to grip the edge of the shelf he's leaning on, his other hand hovering over Simon's head, hesitating to grip his hair. He looks down to Simon for permission, to which Simon responds by releasing his hand from Johnny's cock and catching it on his tongue.

"Yer gonna kill me." He breathes, getting a open-mouthed grin out of Simon. He wraps his lips around him before sucking on his head, flicking his tongue on the underside.

"Simon." Johnny warns.

Simon sinks his whole cock into his mouth, nose pushing into Johnny's pubic bone, a burning feeling in the back of his throat. He sticks his tongue out to caress his balls while he starts messaging them with his hand. Drool drops into his palm helping ease the rough feeling of his glove for Johnny. He slides Johnny's cock out of his mouth to take a deep breath.

"Think yer enjoying this more than me." Johnny chuckles at Simon looking down at the saliva dripping from his wet lips. Simon only looks up at him in response before pulling his cock back into his mouth, sucking and bobbing up and down his cock with a relentless pace this time. He never breaks eye contact with Johnny as he starts playing with his balls and moving his forefinger to brush against his taint. This makes Johnny buck forward deep into Simon's mouth and grip his own pec, wanting to place pressure on his nipple. Simon pulls Johnny's hand away, ripping his shirt open making a couple of the buttons fly free. He finds Johnny's nipple and pinches. Hard.

"I'm- I’m gunna-!" Johnny pants out. Bucking forward once again, pushing his cock farther down Simon’s throat, making his eyes water.

Simon can feel him twitching and pulsing inside his throat. He pulls his head away quickly just as Johnny starts to come, he tastes it briefly on his tongue before releasing his cock with a pop and feels Johnny's cum land on his face. One release squirts up his cheek stopping on his cheekbone and another across the bridge of his nose just missing his eye. More oozes out as Johnny grips the sides of Simon’s head to rut through his orgasm, rubbing and grinding his cock against Simon's face, his balls slapping against his jaw with a wet sticky sound. Simon closes one of his eyes as Johnny’s cock gets dangerously close to it, even more cum is leaking out of the tip as Johnny overstimulates himself. When he stops, he's breathing hard and hunching over, shaking from his orgasm, his cock jumps against the bridge of Simon’s nose. The cum pooled there drips down his face and over his chin, dripping onto his neck and disappearing under his shirt.

"Good boy." Simon says as he pats Johnny's thigh.

"Lemme be even better than,” he says, as he unsteadily crouches down in front of Simon, “and help clean you up." He sticks his tongue out, licking the cum off Simon’s neck, trailing up to his chin, then up and over his cheek. After he's collected it all in his mouth he kisses Simon, holding eye contact when he pushes it into his mouth with his tongue, smiling when he accepts it. Johnny pulls away, looking very impressed with himself, a string of saliva connects them and Simon swallows what he’s given him. Wiping his mouth with the back of this hand, Simon stands them both up, pulling Johnny's pants up, tucking him back in his briefs, and making his best attempt to fix his shirt.

Johnny places an arm around Simon's neck pulling him into a sweet tender kiss. "Let's get you sorted then." He smiles into Simon's lips, he reaches underneath his hoodie to brush along Simon’s abdomen, running his fingers through his happy trail, flattening his hand to slide into the top of his cargo pants.

Simon pulls away slightly, reaching up to fix Johnny’s fluffy-eared headband. "You know I don't need that."

"I know" he pauses "but I want too," Johnny whispers into his cheek. "I'll come to your room later. This time you'll have to wait for me." He smirks looking up at him.

"I'll be waiting." Simon kisses Johnny one last time, then steps out of his reach, picking up his discarded mask from the floor and slipping it over his head back into place. He grabs Soap's long-forgotten empty bottle and says, "Wait five minutes before leaving, yeah?"

"I know, Ghost. This isn't my first time." He smiles.

"And remember that piss tequila you were supposed to be findin'."

"You won't be callin' it that by the end of the night."

"Mmm, I doubt that." Ghost opens the door quietly to listen for anyone outside, when he hears nothing, he looks back at Soap over his shoulder and nods a 'see you' then steps out closing the door behind him.

Soap takes in a deep breath. 'Think I gotta start wearing a collar more often.' He thinks. 'Maybe I should start wearing the throat mic again?'

#ghost has a sweet tooth and i wont hear otherwise #price and gaz are here but they play a small part so imma not tag em #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod #bell writes

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⛵️OC Ship Song Tag ⛵️

tag from @the-golden-comet; dankes! *shuffles music* chosen tags are...@astroaficionado, @rumeysawrites, @woundlight, @helpmeimblorboing

Rules: list the ships of your wip (canon or otherwise!) and the song that "describes" your ship, or that would be used for a fan edit of the ship.

For Where the River Bends, there is in fact a whole playlist but I think this song sum up their fast budding romance. Elaine is someone who I could say is selective with who in invites into her sphere, and there's a lot about the world that she doesn't know and romance is one of them.

And while Warren hasn't really had a slew of girlfriends, he isnt one who's afraid take risk or be the one to make the first move. He speaks mind and does it with the intent of being truthful without fear of being questioned, even if others haven't shown him that same courtesy. Let him in and he'll make sure you won't regret it.

I've rejected affection For years and years Now I have it, and damn it It's kind of weird

He tells me I'm pretty Don't know how to respond I tell him that he's pretty too Can I say that? Don't have a clue

With every passing moment I surprise myself I'm scared of flies I'm scared of guys Someone please help

'Cause I think I've fallen In love this time I blinked and suddenly, I had a valentine (Valentine)

What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I'll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I'm only 21 I don't even know who I want to become

I've lost all control of my heartbeat now Got caught in a romance with him somehow I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an "I love you" 'Cause now I've got someone to lose

The first one to ever like me back I'm seconds away from a heart attack How the hell did I fall in love this time? And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine

I blinked and suddenly, I had a valentine(Valentine)

Bewitched by Laufey is a close second :)

#writeblr #dearunreliablenarrator #writer #female writers #tag games #tag game #wtrb #goddamnitsamson #warren's been stood up one too many times #and well elaine's dates are just...weird #Spotify #featured

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chevvy-yates · 9 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER

got tagged by @kdval thank you!

tagging: @gloryride, @elvenbeard, @pinkyjulien, @kittenchrissy, @dreamskug, @wraithsoutlaws, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @alphanight-vp, @morganlefaye79, @peaches-n-screem, @wanderingaldecaldo, @genocidalfetus, @jaymber, @humberg, @therealnightcity, @streetkid-named-desire, @sammysilverdyne, @aggravateddurian, and @breezypunk as always, no pressure – also feel free to ignore.

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GENERAL:

My gaming laptop is still on vacation sleeping since mid November '23 so I have still nothing new except the last remaining vp I want to post but hesitate for own reasons to click the 'post' button. It's a never ending fight I have to do with myself here …

Each weekend I tell myself I will update, but I do not 'feel' it – it's complicated. Guess something needs to happen that requires me to update first. Nontheless, I did not sit around doing nothing. Used the time for writing, thinking, graphic design and selecting songs.

I managed to post Ryder's two favorite radio stations last weekend:

I'll link the post here again in case you missed it and have interest to listen to it. A like/follow is appreciated, a.k.a. Ryder dankt! 🖤

I know not many like this genre he (and I) listens to but maybe at least the Technoise FM finds a way into someone's music heart. Music is very deeply connected to especially my boy Ryder but all of the boys as well (each their own style) and will show up even in the big story to support the written scenery/moments.

Speaking of the big story:

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FANFICTION:

The story has a name now and will simply go by:

Cyberpunk 2078 – Pandemonium

I'm close to finish chapter 01: The Golden Demon of Kabuki of our (@nervouswizardcycle's and me) story. It needs a few vp pics to be redone and me to make a few adjustments and prepare the first post. Hopefully I get it done by the end of January.

QUESTION:

I don't know how many people might be interested in reading it but if you are, please leave me a comment in this post or send me a DM or contact me on Discord so I take note of it and will tag you once I start releasing chapters. It won't be weekly, neither monthly. I'm slow in writing and editing plus I do not do it alone as this story is still at first a role play between @nervouswizardcycle and me, I convert into better reading flow afterwards which takes a lot of time. So you won't receive notifications that often. But in this way you hopefully won't miss out on it when I post them.

HOW DOES IT LOOK?/WHERE CAN I READ IT?

I will not make a long text post here, neither put it on ao3 or any other fanfic site. Gonna make a picture post instead that adds maybe a little teaser text and then link it to an uploaded pdf that will be stored on my personal google drive. You can read it online or download and read whenever you like/find time! :3

WHAT IS IT ABOUT?

For those who do not know: It is set after the events of Cyberpunk 2077 and starts in January 2078. Arki, the main character, recovered from the game events (so he's V). All that happened in 2077 only set the ball for his story rolling so he's on his way to find out about his missing past. My boys who work together as a merc team (Vijay, Ryder, Hizumi in the beginning; Jay and Thyjs join later), happen to help Arki on his journey, he becomes a part of the team as well and together they find out things they never could have imagined and everything is connected. It might have the one or other flashback with Johnny in it as well as Arki used to be deeply connected with him and my boys two might get some. None of my boys is a V - even though Vijay goes with the name 'V' – and none of them knows the official npcs Arki has met except for: Jackie, Misty and Vic. They've heard (and maybe seen) of some famous names tho (e.g. Rogue, Kerry). It can happen we integrate a few other ocs that belong to friends/mutuals of us – either by just mentioning them, or they even might get their own appearance if managable to integrate – this is stil a tbd, tho and I will reach out and ask first ofc! I can definitely say @gloryride's Vanessa and Enzo will be mentioned/appear. Vanessa is part of V's and Ry's friend circle and their local fixer. She's also Ryder's neighbor in the Glen. Enzo is Jay's bf, so their names will definitely fall for sure. But as said I'll reach out and ask first if allowed and nothing is set in stone yet either as we are still at the start but have rough ideas that could be integrated.

BUT I ALREADY KNOW CHAPTER ONE AND TWO?!

There might be a few of you who remember the first versions of them, as about 1 1/2 years or so ago I posted them here as simple text posts but it was way shorter, less detailed. We've gone over some parts and it's definitely worth a new read now!

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FURTHER PLANS/IDEAS?

too many to count, my list is neverending. I have not forgotten of my vp ideas but they are put on hold for a bit bc the story needs to be rolled out first or it will never happen.

I definitely want to redo the past looks of Ryder and Vijay (they will stay like they are, just a few details changed on them and their outfits) and add the ones of Jay and Thyjs as well.

And I want to focus on Jay's tattoos as they will change into the Japanese themed one done by Kala but I need to edit them a bit (thankfully it is allowed) with Glory's help so it fits to Jay. And hopefully we can solve the layer problem so his glowing tattoo still glows bc it is essential for the story xD

Alright, I'm done :)

#cyberpunk 2077 #wip wednesday #wip whenever #Cyberpunk 2078 – pandemonium #long post

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How well would your OCs do against a cockroach tag game

🚧Fear Factor Edition⚠️

Tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! Thanks! Do not mind me being extra!

Rules: rate your OCs by how well they'd do against a cockroach. Bonus: write an entire scene out of it if you want!

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I shall do this with my Crater City characters. It only makes Sense that cockroaches Survived the story's apocalypse, yeah?

📺

Imagine a world where your greatest fears become reality…….

WELCOME TO FEAR FACTOR!

INT - ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - MIDNIGHT

Camera pans around 6 contestants, who stand near the barricaded entrance. It's dimly lit except for an orange glow coming from above the tank. The warehouse is relatively vacant, save for heaps of folded cardboard stacked up against the walls, large empty boxes used as chairs, and a glass tank about 3 yay’s big at the center of the room covered with a tarp. You can hear scratching noises from within the tank.

A cardboard cutout of Joe Rogan explains the rules to our 6 contestants: Blair, Elijah, Rose, Darcy, Frasier, and Melony (more info on them here). Royalty free, super-cool action-packed music plays in the background as the names and close-ups of each participant displays on the screen.

Joe Rogan Cutout: You six people have been brought here from all over the city for one reason. Stare fear in the eye as you compete for $50,000. If you're too afraid to attempt this stunt, you're eliminated. If you succeed, you will move on to the next round.

Blair: Sounds like a good deal to me. (placing his hands on his hips) You guys up for the challenge?

Elijah: God, this is so crazy, Blair, you know that?

Blair: Dude, you agreed to this.

Elijah: But they promised to help pay my debt, I couldn't just say no…

Darcy: I'm not really sure how that thing is even talking. Must be a hidden mic. There's no telling what else they've hidden here to track us all…

(Joe Rogan Cutout continues to explain the directions in the background, as if pre-programmed. Our 6 contestants don't seem very interested.)

Rose: I think this guy’s voice is kinda “much.” Who's he trynta to impress?

Melony: Probably cardboard cut-outs of his fans.

Frasier: Listen, everyone! You’re all missing the part where he told us we have to pair off!

Darcy: So, we're really taking orders from a slab of cardboard? All of you are insane!

Blair: (Jabbing a thumb at Darcy) Yeah, let's all trust this guy's moral compass.

Rose: Drag ‘em Blair!

Darcy: I'm not sure why I expected Rose to be more reasonable than this imbecile.

Elijah: What was that?

Blair: (staring up at Darcy) Whatcha gonna do when you have to bathe in a pool of insects in that Versace suit of yours? Cry?

Darcy: (staring down at Blair) I could bathe in a vat of insects and still come out five times more sane than you.

Blair: Since when was prolonged bug-to-skin exposure an indicator of someone's sanity?

Darcy: Blair—

Melony: (pops up from between Blair and Darcy) You didn't hear? There's actually been a recent study—

Darcy: (rubs his temples) God, not again…

Frasier: Everyone, please! I'm guessing the sooner we comply, the sooner we can get the hell out of here. What do y’all suggest?

Rose: Yeah, that's probably wise. But I'm not pairing off with him. (Glaring at Darcy) I'm still onto you, pal.

(Darcy appears cross.)

Blair: (quickly) Dibs on Elijah! (they high-five)

Rose: (linking arms with her brother) Me and Frasier!

Melony: (Beaming) Well, that leaves you and me, Darcy! We do have a lot of catching up to do.

(Darcy wears an expression of “Look, you're my best friend, and I love you, but I'm not sure if I'm going to remain sane this entire game when I'm paired with you”)

Melony: I'll take that as a “yes!”

Blair: So whoever was listening, can you give a tl;dr?

Elijah: I think it involves that tank over there

(Above "that tank over there" hangs an orange spotlight, beckoning the contestants with its misty mystique. The tank, covered, rests on a platform, accessed by a ramp. A dank, musty scent hangs in the air, causing Blair to pinch his nose. This mist machine reeks.)

Melony: Any idea what could be inside? Ooh, I bet it's a bunch of nightcrawlers…or maybe something else with scratchy legs!

Rose: Doc, I don't think nightcrawlers have legs.

Darcy: Rose, have you been in a bunker for the past thousand years?

Elijah: I haven't, but I'm starting to wish I was in one…God, what if there's spiders in there…?

Blair: Whatever it is, just watch the pro show you how it's done.

Joe Rogan Cutout: …stick your hand in a tank of cockroaches to search for the key to the detonators I strapped around your necks while you were unconscious so you can pass onto the next level...

(The screen displays each of the 6 contestants’ shocked reactions at rapid fire, not unlike an anime. Everyone begins to tug at the collar around their necks, while Darcy paces around, trying to come up with an escape idea.)

Joe Rogan Cutout: Any questions? (pauses for a moment) Good, then the timer starts…now!

Elijah: (touching his neck) Holy—what, now? Since when—?

Blair: And I was about to compliment you on your new choker, man…

Frasier: We have to get moving. Alright, who wants to go first?

Darcy: (arms crossed) And just how the [CENSORED] will this Joe guy know we've done what he's asked after we take a chance to find this supposed key? Is there one key or multiple? How do we know they'll even work?

Frasier: (irritated) What other choice do we have, Darcy?

(Darcy and the rest grow silent. The sound of the ticking 5-minute timer above the tank and the scratching from the now unveiled tank of cockroaches can be heard. The super awesome action music continues, seemingly louder than before.)

Melony: Looks like we'll have to give it a shot! I'm sure after each round, the tank resets and we have to find a new key in a different location in the tank!

Rose: How are you so sure?

Melony: I'm not!

(Well, that was reassuring... But little does Melony know that she's right and that the Narrator did not think about the logistics before writing this! Oh, lucky day!)

Frasier: (turning to Blair) You said you wanted to go first?

Blair: Y-yeah, of course! Come on, Elijah. (Tugging him by the hand) Let's show these [CENSORED]!

Elijah: Couldn't you do this round and I'll do the next…? I-I promise!

Blair: What, you chicken?

(Elijah looks back at the others as they make their way to the tank. Rose & Frasier whisper and laugh to themselves, probably about how Darcy is a buffoon. Darcy and Melony chat about installing a similar security/lockdown system to the mayor's office. Elijah looks at Blair, whose fear he can sense even behind his false heroism. This doesn't make him feel any better.)

Elijah: (voice cracking) No, yeah, let's do it!

(The others shout encouragements from about 20 feet away)

Rose: The sooner, the better, guys!

Darcy: Yeah, don't mind us standing way over here in case you spontaneously combust or something!

(Frasier nudges Darcy in the ribs.)

Frasier: Don't listen to him!

Melony: Go team Blijah! Or is it…Elair?

(Blair and Elijah stand at the tank as if waiting for the bugs to disappear. Good luck with that, man.)

Blair: Ready? On the count of three—

Elijah: (puts his hands on his head) I dunno, man, I can't do this!

Blair: Aw, c’mon, don't back out on me now!

Elijah: I know our lives are on the line, but I'd rather die like this than shove my arms in a container of insects!

Blair: For real?

Elijah: Let me have my one selfish arc!

Blair: (sighing, grabbing Elijah's hand) Gimme your—

Elijah: Blair, I swear to God--

(Blair takes Elijah's arm and they both plunge shoulder-deep into the tank to feel around for the keys.)

(Not long after, You witness the travesty of our fallen heroes first hand. Tears stream down their faces, as they are overcome with abject horror. Their cries reverberate off the cold, stone walls of the warehouse: “Ew ew ew get it off of me!”, “I think one climbed in my ear!”, and “Can you get rabies from a roach bite?” A truly horrendous, yet laughable display, indeed.)

Blair: (amidst their cries) If I die this way, I just wanted to tell you that I think you really do pull off that choker pretty well!

Elijah: (with tears & snot running down his face) You do too!

Blair: You think so?

(Their hands meet in the shifting pool of cockroaches.)

(The camera zooms in on the two, who stare into each other’s eyes for a hot moment, enchanted at the sight of each other, despite the sight of cockroaches crawling into their orifices. Cue the romantic music.)

(Until...)

Elijah: I think I found a key!

Blair: Great! I found mine, like, 10 seconds ago.

Elijah: Why didn't you tell me?

Blair: Because you had to go and make me flustered!

Elijah: (arms extended) You idiot. Come here...

(They continue to snivel as they peel bugs off each other, promising each other to never agree to anything like this again.)

(Amidst their blubbering, Darcy silently appears right behind them, making them jump.)

Darcy: Are you two done? You've wasted 2 minutes!

(Blair and Elijah finally unlock their chokers, which clatter to the concrete floor.)

Blair: Yeah, but you can't try our keys.

Darcy: Why would I…? (face drops) Wait.

(Blair puts his hand over his mouth.)

Darcy: Don't you dare [CENSORED] swallow.

Elijah: (concerned) Blair…

Rose: Spit it out, Blair! Heel! Roll over!

Frasier: Blair, you're not thinking straight!

Melony: None of us think straight!

(Blair swallows both his and Elijah’s keys. Everyone sighs, irritated. Also that's kinda disgusting since it touched all those cockroaches. Ew.)

Rose: Well, this isn't the first time he's swallowed someone’s keys.

Elijah: How did they taste?

Blair: (spitting out an antenna) I dunno, cockroach-y…metallic…

Darcy: (face-palming) You are what’s wrong with our world.

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Tagging @angry-kid-with-no-money @elshells @hallwriteblr @wrenofthewords @enchanted-lightning-aes @oh-no-another-idea @faelanvance @moonluringfrost @comicgoblinart @rubywrite @jay-avian & anyone who wants to join :')

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🚗 Want to rot your brain with each sporadic Crater City post? Join the taglist! Maybe I'll finish this wip someday, who knows! (ask to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23

#thanks for the tag!#mention of bugs #i really only got down to blair + elijah's reactions #but perhaps I can continue this script later #i just didnt wanna hold off this tag for any longer #cockroach tag #writing tag game #crater city wip #fear factor #my ocs

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choicesbookclub · 7 months

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Welcome to the Choices Book Club! We are currently reading The Elementalists (book one). We are reading 2 chapters a week and new polls and questions will be posted every Saturday.

This Week’s Chapter: Chapter 14: Tower of Terror + Chapter 15: End Game

Question(s) of the Week:

Did you forgive Beckett? Which option did you choose? [Vote Here]

Who did you ask to help you blow out the candles? [Vote Here]

Did you play Never have I ever with Atlas? If so, which was your first choice? [Vote Here]

Did you spend a private moment with someone special? [Vote Here]

Did you get the mixed nuts gift for Atlas? [Vote Here]

How would you rate chapter 14? [Vote Here]

Did you learn the super speed air spell with Griffin? [Vote Here]

How did your MC feel about the Thief championship? Were they excited? Do they like Thief? Did they do any special prep? Any pregame rituals?

Did you purchase the new outfit Shreya offered? [Vote Here]

Who did you spend a private moment with someone? [Vote Here]

Who did you agree to go to the Gala with? [Vote Here]

How would you rate Chapter 15? [Vote Here]

Do you have any headcanons for your MC and how they've celebrated their birthday in the past?

*If you have a question or poll you'd like to see me add, just let me know

Catch up on previous MC related prompts:

What is your MC's name? [MC Name] If you have or create a profile for your MC let me know and I can add it to our MC directory.

What does your MC's dorm room look like? [Share Dorm Room]

Tell us more about your Familiar [Info Post]

How does your MC feel about Thief? [Info Post]

What is your MCs taste in music? [Info Post]

What does MC keep on their desk? [Info Post]

What is your MCs schedule like? In HS? At Penderghast? After graduation? [Info Post]

How else to Participate:

Please note that the mod is working full time and has real life responsibilities, so reblogs may be delayed

Post reactions, screenshots, videos, ramblings, theories,… whatever comes to you while playing

Create drawings, edits, moodboards, fics, headcanons, songs, poems, etc based on the chapters and/or characters

Create a profile page for your MC and submit it to our MC directory

Catch up on any of the previous week's questions/prompts

Posts that tag @choicesbookclub and use “#choices book club” will be reblogged here. Please note that tags “#choices book club” seem to be more reliable than mentioning the blog.

If your post is not reblogged within 48 hours, please dm me a link @lovealexhunt. Thank you!

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gible-love-nibles-archive · 1 year

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Kisses Under the K.onohana Branch

Safeshiptember Day 1: "Sharing your very first romantic kiss"

So I originally wasn't going to post this thing: leave this forever in my personal D.iscord server just to look at every now and again. Maybe share with some friends if they asked nicely.

But now I'm posting it here on the blog because it just so happened to be almost done when the prompt lists were coming out and it was basically Day One's prompt.

So. Yeah. Enjoy. Also I barely edited word choice here, I die like a man. (This is. So self-indulgent 🫡 AND it ran away from me at the end so. 🫡🫡🫡)

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @crickiss @heart-of-aspiration @halsdaisy @sosawl @homosexual-fast-dancer @jocelynships @imaginemyshipswithme [If you want to added or removed, tell me in a comment or tag!]

(Please reblog! I like reading tags :])

A quiet afternoon underneath a tree overlooking the Nipponese countryside, brush in hand and easel at my side. The temperature was perfect, no one else for miles. What could be better than this?

Well… maybe my brush skills.

I frowned a bit at my work. I kept telling myself that practice made perfect, and that I hadn't used ink much. I was still getting the hang of it. But still… it was hard not to be a little frustrated that my painting didn't seem to be shaping up.

"Maybe I need to stop looking at it so hard,” I muttered to myself. I put my brush down and went to lay my back against the tree trunk. I sighed deeply as I slid down, taking in the peace of my surroundings.

Maybe just a quick nap… that would be the rest I needed.

But I perked up upon hearing a song play on the wind. The song from a flute. And it was close. Which meant only one thing.

I couldn't help but let out an annoyed huff.

Waka.

Of course I knew he meant no harm (he was extremely helpful actually)… but I was a touch irritated by the guy. He was too… perfect, I guess. Pretty (objectively), talented with a flute and a sword, could tell prophecies (supposedly)… what couldn't the guy do?

I closed my eyes to pretend I was asleep, hoping that maybe he wanted to bother someone else.

The music stopped, and I heard a branch rustle slightly from above. No sound of a landing.

"What marvelous work here."

No such luck then. Darn.

After a moment—

"Not even a hello? Have you fallen asleep?" He sounded… close. Too close.

I opened one eye, but both widened in surprise right after. Waka was almost right in my face: close enough that I could see where his hair cover didn't quite get every strand and some blonde locks poked to frame his face, or his piercing blue eyes or—

He pulled back with a smile and a chuckle, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Good morning, ma cherie."

"Hello, Waka," I said flatly. He didn't seem to mind as he went to sit down next to me. He met my cool stare at him back with a cool, charming smile.

"Enjoying this wonderful day, are we?"

"Mhm."

"And you're the one who's painting that lovely landscape?"

"Yes. I don't think it's quite as marvelous as you say it is though. The painting, not the land."

"Whyever not?"

"It's..." I struggled to find the words. "It's... not up to where I think it should be, I guess. There's a disconnect between my perceived skill and my actual skill."

"Hmm... are you having fun with that piece?"

"I... suppose so. It's nice being out here, at the very least."

"Then you should be focusing on that instead of if you're good enough. Focus on the positive, not the negative."

"Yeah... I guess you're right."

Waka made a satisfied sound in his throat and leaned back on the tree, eyes closed like he was going to take his own nap.

"...Do you ever get tired of being perfect?" I joked.

He cracked one eye open. "Perfect?" He let out the start of a laugh. "Ma cherie, I am anything but perfect."

It was meant as a tease, but it sounded almost... hollow. Like there was more loaded in that phrase than he was letting on. A tiny chill went through me.

"Wh-What do you mean by that?"

He noticed my shift in tone and tried to shift the topic. "The festival is shaping up to be the loveliest it's ever been this year."

"Waka..."

"What, with no more eight-headed beasts making snacks out of fair maidens."

"Waka."

"I'll have to try some of Kushi's famous sake—"

"Waka." He finally paused, but he didn't look at me. "You know I don't think you have to be perfect, right? I like you just how you are."

"...Thank you. But it's not about that."

"Then what was that about?"

"It's rude to say this to a lady, so forgive me... but I envy you, ma cherie."

"M-Me? Why me?"

"Well... not quite you, specifically. I envy... mortals."

"Ah. I get it." Waka sat up in surprise. "Well—! I think I can grasp it at least."

"How could you—"

"You're a celestial being, right? Can live way longer than a mortal. When you live that long... you're just... on a different playing field than everything else here. You stay the same while everything else moves around you. Fast."

"...Very wise. Very wise indeed. Soon, all you're left with is you… and your mistakes."

I started reaching out my hand to cover his hand, but I chickened out and opted to place it next to his. "I'm... so sorry Waka."

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything."

"I know, it's just... I wish I could help—"

"It's long in the past now, and I'm trying to fix my messes. That's the best I can do now." Now he was covering my hand with his own hand. "Besides, you lending an ear is helping plenty."

"Just... focus on the positive, ok?"

Waka chuckled a bit. "That sounds familiar."

"I guess we're both hard on ourselves, huh?"

Waka didn't respond and looked down, losing the little smile he had.

"Hey…" He flicked his eyes to me. I started to open up my arms. "If you need anything, like an ear or a hug, just—“

Waka threw himself at me with so much force, it felt like Ammy tackling me. I landed with my back on the grass. Thankfully, it didn't hurt much.

Meanwhile, Waka held me in a bear-trap grip. He didn't say anything; I wasn't even sure if he knew he did it.

His hair cover was soft like bird feathers, and it was hard not to notice he smelled like stardust and peaches. I was really hoping he couldn't feel how hot my face felt.

Eventually (after me trying to give him some comfort by hesitantly rubbing his back), we were leaning back on the tree.

"…Apologies, ma cherie. I'm… not sure what came over me…"

“I-It's alright! All you really did was startle me. It's fine, really.”

He didn't look convinced. Silence.

I cleared my throat and stretched out my arms again. "Just… if you want to try again, without tackling me.”

It took him a few moments but he did hug me again. He was gentler this time, but there was still a noticeable grip. He rested his head on my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck. I felt myself getting warm again. Maybe to distract myself, I spoke up again.

"Listen… You don't— have to, be anyone for me. Wh-What I mean is… You don't have to be the Tao Master, or the great prophet, or the Moon Cave's protector, or whatever else people are calling you. You can just be… Waka. You don't have to impress me with any fancy title or power; I just like you how you are."

"…Really?"

"Really! Honest! That's the 100% truth."

Waka pulled himself up to look me in the face, and he just… stared. I couldn't read his expression.

Silence stretched on. I could feel each second passing slower and slower.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I cracked. "I— I'm sorry, I shouldn't've—“

I was stopped by Waka cupping my cheek with a hand.

"…Thank you, Clare. You don't know how much that means to me, ma lune."

He was smiling— a warm, genuine smile— as he leaned over and left a long, gentle kiss on my cheek. Time really did seem to freeze then.

His lips stayed on my cheek when he finished. "Ma lune…" He whispered.

I thought I felt my heart stop for a few seconds.

When he pulled back, Waka let out the start of a laugh and desperately tried not to follow it up. "I think I went a little too far." Despite his cool facade, his cheeks were dusted red.

"N-No!" I immediately retorted. "You didn't go too anything! I just…" My heart was still hammering, so I clasped a hand over it. Waka watched with amusement, but it was impossible not to see the affection in his gaze.

Quiet tried to settle in. Quiet for some reason, I didn't like.

"So… um…" The more I thought about the question I wanted to ask him, the more awkward it sounded. Still, I clearly had his attention by how his expression shifted to intrigue. Couldn't back down now. "Do girls… Er, are there… Other……"

Waka smiled and brought a hand up to my cheek again. "No. Just you." He stroked my cheek with his thumb as he cupped my other cheek and leaned in, only inches away from me now. "You have no need to worry about anything like that, ma cherie. You captured my heart the moment we met, and every second we spent together only snared me in more. There's nothing that'll change that."

I noticed that his eyes kept subtly darting to my lips. My heart thundered in my chest, and I felt myself holding my breath.

"…May I?" Waka finally whispered. "I promise I'll be gentle." I couldn't find my voice, so I nodded instead. "You're sure?" Another nod. "Alright. Just relax. No reason to be scared."

Hard to relax when you're so pretty and looking at me like that and—

Stop overthinking. That's why you're so nervous. Just... don't think so much. Breathe.

I let go of the breath I was holding. In, out. In, out.

"S-Sorry... Just... excited...? Anxious, b-but-! Excited."

Waka smiled, then took one of his hands from my face and cupped my chin with his index finger and thumb. If my face wasn't on fire before, it sure was now.

"I feel exactly the same, ma lune."

He tilted my head just enough to press his lips to mine in a soft sweet kiss. My heart felt like it exploded for a few seconds, but it calmed down as it went on and my eyes closed. It was pure bliss.

I was a little out of breath when Waka pulled away, just enough to stop the kiss but his lips were still next to mine.

"Do you know how long I've waited to do that? Far too long. But now... you have me completely. I'm going to stay by your side for the rest of time. I don't want to be without you again. I love you, Clare."

It took me a bit to really register what he said; my head was still swimming from the first kiss. But when it did hit me, I felt myself get all warm again.

Before I could think to try and hide my face, Waka captured my lips again, more excitedly than last time, more fervently. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and I melted in his arms.

I nuzzled my face into Waka's neck after that kiss, being very certain my face was on fire. Waka just chuckled and planted a little kiss on my head. "You're just adorable, baby~" He said, sweet as honey.

He then took one of my hands in his own, and started to kiss it. First each tip, then where each finger bent, then the back; then he turned it over and kissed the palm and the inside of my wrist.

I felt myself burning up all the while and a tiny shudder went through me from each little kiss. My throat would barely let me talk.

"W— W— Wa—"

I looked up enough to see that had gotten his attention, but my heart skipped from seeing how he looked at me. There was so much affection— raw, unfiltered love— in his gaze, my throat seized up.

"Yes, ma lune?" He asked, low and soft.

"Wh— What… are you— doing?"

His smile grew and he hummed a bit. "I suppose… I'm thanking you."

"Th-Thanking me? F-For what?"

"Oh… Too much to simply just say. There's so much you've done that you've never been properly thanked for."

"L… Like what?"

His eyes gained a small mischievous glint. He started to kiss up my arm; after each one, he'd have a thank-you and a reason at his lips.

I was hardly listening to any of them; I was too busy processing this affection.

Waka went up my arm, planted a few on my shoulder, a couple on my neck, then (with a little tilting of my head) went up to my jaw, my cheek, and then finally kissed the corner of my mouth before another quick kiss on the lips. Finally after that, he watched me for a bit before letting out the start of a laugh and touching my forehead with his.

"Oh ma lune… You make me the happiest man in Nippon."

It took a unbearably long time to find the words in my throat (though in real time, it was probably only a few seconds).

"W-Waka…"

"Hm?"

…I had to think long and hard on how I wanted to word this. "…Not that I… didn't enjoy that, but… could you, tone it down a bit for next time? Just a teeny tiny bit?" My voice became smaller with each word.

Waka was quiet, and I worried he didn't hear me. But then: "I really did go too far this time, didn't I?" His voice was caked in embarrassment.

"I-It's… it's alright. Really."

"I doubt that. I'm sorry, very sorry; it's just—"

"Been a long time?"

"…Yes. A very, very long time. …I'll tone it down from now on, or at least warn you beforehand. I promise." He was quiet again before adding a bit sheepishly: "It's fine to keep holding you, right?"

"It's fine Waka. You're very comfy."

He let out a sigh of relief and relaxation settled in. The wind blew through the field, bringing a pleasantly cool breeze.

"Clare?"

"Yeah?"

"…Thank you."

#🐉🎮.txt #safeshiptember #clare's writing #seen a lot of things; places you ain't ever been 🐉💫#half baked pretty boy 🎼🍃#i had to reformat this entire thing after t.umblr ate it i love this webbed site (sarcastic)#now if you'll excuse i'm not going to look at any notes this recieves at all (joke)

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keysandopenmind · 1 year

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Writeblr question tag... thing

I had no idea what to call this but I told @girlfromthecrypt I would do it and here I am! Here's some questions I answered.

1) What motivates you to write?

I always ideas knocking around in my head and I figure it's better to do something with them. Plus people seem to generally like what I read when they read it, and say nice things to me, and then I get warm fuzzies.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Okay, so I'm probably not going to pursue this WIP anymore, but I really loved this scene.

Context #1: if Ria holds a personal object belonging to someone while she plays music, she can see a bit of their future.

Context #2: there has been an "accident" during a performance of the circus, and Lucy has fallen a great distance to the ring floor. RIa, her best friend, tells May, her girlfriend, to go with her when they take her to the hospital. Ria foresaw this but couldn't convince anyone to do anything any differently that night.

“You should go with them,” I whispered. She looked down at me. “Do you think so?” “She’ll need you when she wakes up.” “She’ll wake up then? Can you promise me that?” “I…” I wanted to lie to her, to tell her that I had seen another vision where Lucy woke up the following morning, right as rain. But I couldn’t do that to her. May pulled one of her rings off her middle finger. “Take this,” she said, holding it out to me. “If I go with her, I’ll be there when she wakes up. So you’ll be able to see it. You come to the hospital tomorrow and you tell me.” I pressed the ring back into her hand. “May, what if… what if she doesn’t? Do you want to know that in advance? I don’t. There are some things I don’t use my power for.”

I don't know if it necessarily came across here but May loves Lucy so so much. Sometimes I think I was more invested in Lucy and May than I was in Ria and Alex (y'know, the main characters).

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Going for a twofer here, Max and Clara from my Drosselmeier Industries series. They're just really natural and easy with each other, and their banter is excellent (if I do say so myself).

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Revisions and edits! I actually really struggle to get the first draft out a lot of the time. #PantserProblems. But once I have a rough idea and I'm shining it up, I thrive.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Characters by a mile. I always get feedback that I need to flesh out my descriptions and worlds more. It's something that's led me to concentrating my stories mainly in the real world, though it's always the real world with some sort of twist.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I'm loving the vast creativity and also the raw talent! I read a WIP excerpt and I'm like "Wow, I must follow that person" and then I read their bio and they're 14? No way was I writing that well when I was 14! (I just turned 34; I feel like I am an old lady of writeblr xD)

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener is always good for longer works. I also recommend a text-to-speech program (I use a free one called Balabolka) for helping pick up typos or clunky passages.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the virtual reality system Max and Clara play. The Veritas is so realistic that if your character trips over something, you feel the pull in your stomach like you're falling.

I have no idea if it's realistic or not, as I have played surprisingly little VR for someone who writes about it. I did do a VR escape room once. That was fun!

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Having been through many a rough patch myself, I promise you will come out the other side!

At one point a couple of years ago, I was planning on entirely throwing in the towel. I couldn't see a way forward with the WIP I was working on, and I thought maybe it was better to ditch the whole thing.

You have to ride the wave. After that rough patch, I went on to recraft that story into one of my best pieces.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@hellisheavenwithyou @careful-fear @ryns-ramblings

#writeblr #tag game #my writing #wip: facing the music #wip: wonderland

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salubriousbean · 7 months

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the salubrious bean

salutations and bonvenon! thanks for dropping by, I am the salubrious bean. I suck at interacting with people so if I seem weird maybe that's why. Also yea I usually mostly type how I speak stuff irl. My lucky number is 5 :)

Sometimes I declare things Salubrious and sometimes I forget I do that

"Let our hearts and hands be stretched out in compassion toward others, for everyone is walking his or her own difficult path." - Dieter F. Uchtdorf

I want this blog to be a safe space for everyone and I'll do my best to keep it that way! If something makes you uncomfortable please tell me and I will do my best to rectify it.

some links:

my pinterest account: https://pin.it/1NNV9VU3T

star wars rp blog with a clone trooper oc, go check it out! : @ct-7045 🫡

The 495th Division!

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Fandoms I am in (in no particular order):

STAR WARS

EPIC: The Musical

LOTR

about every Brandon Sanderson book,

Urinetown (the musical)

Something Rotten!

Moon Knight

Bluey!

Curious George? (one of my fave childhood shows)

Gravity Falls

Ranger's Apprentice/Brotherband Chronicles

Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Wild Kratts

Octonauts

Amphibia

ATLA

Kim Possible

Roald Dahl books

other assorted fandoms

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If you're ever bored or need someone to talk to please feel free to send an ask (or several) or dm me! You can fr spam me with asks 'cause i love them, just keep 'em appropriate. Feel free to tag me in reblog/picrew/etc chains! I find those really fun <3

Do not follow me if you are a NSFW/porn blog. If you have mature content like that but also other stuff you can follow me, but please please tag that stuff.

A post/reblog chain I found if you're having a bad day: https://www.tumblr.com/fiddlepickdouglas/644601820180840448/in-case-anyone-is-having-a-bad-night?source=share

Other stuff under the cut so this post isn't too kriffing long:

Other information about me: music nerd, I play piano and double bass. I also dance but that doesn't mean I have balance lol. I'm in my second year of pointe. also I like hoarding the cardboard tab thingies you rip off of tissue boxes (i have so many help /j). I also like trying to balance those Cadbury chocolate eggs so they're standing up.

Languages I am currently learning: ASL (American Sign Language), Esperanto (on Duolingo), and Italian (also on Duolingo)

✨MY PERSONAL TAGS✨ (I added colors bc I was bored) (they're all at the bottom of this post so you can click on them) (yea they are kinda redundant) (i just wanted tags that were uniquely mine) :

art: #salubriousbean art

writing: #salubriousbean writes

answering asks: #salubriousbean answers

posts I had in my queue: #salubriousbean queue (my queue is very random and extremely backed up oops)

polls: #salubriousbean poll

POSTS WITH MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WOOO: #salubriousbean oc

tags I might use again?:

music rambling: #salubriousbean talks about music

rambling posts about other stuff: #salubriousbean rambles

things I declare Salubrious (which in this case means I really really really love it): #IT HAS BEEN DECLARED SALUBRIOUS

25 followers: #salubriousbean 25 follower celebration

50 followers: #salubriousbean 50 follower celebration

talking about the Star Wars series The Acolyte: #salubriousbean talks about the Acolyte

What's In A Name? series (where I talk about why I gave my original characters their names)(yeah sorta pointless but idc): #what's in a name

posts I really relate to: #tis me

posts that aren't mine that I approve of: #salubriousbean approves 👍

other/random: #salubriousbean random

Huh, pretty self-explanatory tags I guess, I'll try an tag all of the posts I make

I use star wars swears but not actual real life ones 👍 those might be in reblogs tho so sorry bout that

I'll edit this masterpost as needed.

God is good. May the Force be with you. Always.

#salubriousbean random #salubriousbean art #salubriousbean writes #salubriousbean answers #salubriousbean queue #salubriousbean talks about music #salubriousbean oc #salubriousbean poll #salubriousbean rambles #IT HAS BEEN DECLARED SALUBRIOUS #salubriousbean masterpost #salubriousbean 25 follower celebration #salubriousbean talks about the Acolyte #what's in a name #salubriousbean approves 👍#salubriousbean 50 follower celebration

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salvadoerena · 1 year

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hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. what websites or resources do you use while you write or develop a character/story? what do you think of them and would you recommend them?

OOOOO GOOD QUESTION!!

Funnily enough, tumblr is one of the main ones. My characters tend to develop from ye olde tumblr oc ask/rp blogs, so I got in the habit of reblogging a lot of funny posts tagging my characters. It still happens even if I'm not tagging them. For example if there's a post like "every friend group has the chihuahua, the yorkie, and the borzoi" or like, a picture of someone holding a giant mouse or something, in my head I go "haha, yeah Andy is tooootally a yorkie. Too much energy and slight diva tendencies" or "oh man giant versions of little things would be rad. is there a way I can worldbuild on that? more oxygen in grounded islands means bigger bugs?"

Sometimes, if I'm looking for inspiration regarding character designs/fashion references, I might go on picrew or pinterest and just look and see different styles people might have or mess around with doll makers. Usually picrew doesn't have what I'm looking for exactly, but it'll be something like "oh there's a fishnet top in this one. i think Mareilli would absolutely wear this" or "oh this is a fun hairstyle. i should give more of my characters long hair so they can do more updo's," you know? So if you're looking for character design/inspo, highly recommend!!

If you wanted my biggest website inspiration though, it's probably youtube. I spend a lot of time on there watching speedpaints/character designs/costume builds/etc and it's a HUUUUGE inspiration. A lot of dichotomies I make between Grounded/Aerin islands comes from listening to people like Bernadette Banner regarding like...okay so like she made a video re: the costuming choices in Game of Thrones and that REALLY sent me on a spiral into looking at what differences in fashion and textiles you would find in islands that...float...and have windstorms haha;;;

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would so the rest is under the cut! (Please read under the cut there's some writing programs and editing services I recommended under there).

And I know everyone says this but seriously: consume as much media as possible. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much television, music, film, books, anime, manga, comics, podcasts, and video games have either driven me to better my writing or have inspired me to make certain creative choices.

A lot of things from Seraetia were heavily inspired by Black Sails, from things like costume design to obfuscating certain characters' motives to me deciding to go whole hog on including polyamory as an end-game relationship status for some characters. Reading The Locked Tomb series and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians (plus literally everything else in that series haha) really pushed me into forcing myself to work on my imagery and prose, while also forcing me to think about pacing and how/if I should write it as a saga or how arcs should work. Nonfiction stories and documentaries also help!! Though, I'm pretty biased as I'm more into animals and psychological research, but I have definitely referred to those things when thinking up like, units of measurement and cuisine and things.

Also do NOT underestimate the power of infodumping and word vomiting with friends. When I write out my acknowledgements, @okiedoki and @miscbeary are going to be front and center "Thank you guys so much for letting me speak nonsense for hours on end and just nodding along." Roleplay with friends!! Even silly little inconsequential things or alternate universes or iterations upon iterations will help you to flesh out your characters! I've come up with so much about James and he's gone through so much development because I would go "Haha what if he was in the modern world he'd probably own an iguana that would be funny. Why an iguana...? You know, it's probably because he likes to be seen as different, but also because he just thinks they're cool. They're dinosaur-like and he enjoys the fact that something so unconventional and kind of scary can love and be loved--OH MY GOD JAMES SEES HIMSELF AS A MONSTER AND USES THE IGUANA TO PROJECT AND TEACH HIMSELF HE'S WORTHY OF LOVE."

*cracks knuckles*

Now in terms of actual programs you can use to write stories!!

Google Docs tends to be my go-to, but ever since I discovered StimuWrite 2, I tend to switch between both. Since I do most of my writing at night, Gdocs is really harsh on my eyes (even with f.lux, blue light glasses, and darkreader), so I like that you can set a gentler background on StimuWrite. Even better, it makes my ADHD brain happy and actually stay on task bc there's so much stimulation in there lol The only downside is that it doesn't really save your work (there's an emergency back-up it creates, but it's only for the last couple of writing sessions I believe), so I'll use it to write out a bulk portion and then transfer it to Gdocs.

If you're planning on writing a serious novel and want something with a little bit more organizational prowess, I would go with Scrivener. It has a lot of bells and whistles that are actually pretty neat, like being able to save reference documents/photos and putting it in the same "container" as the actual writing passage. Honestly? It's a lot. But!! It includes a built-in tutorial that does a REALLY good job of going through everything, so highly highly HIGHLY recommend following it because it explains the features very well and I do quite like them! Unfortunately, it does cost $60, but it's a one-time purchase and genuinely very useful.

If you're more into screenwriting that novels and the like, cannot recommend FadeIn enough. We had to use that in my Creative Screenwriting class and it was SO easy to use and made exporting scripts SUCH a breeze. In fact, Welcome to Irth was entirely developed in FadeIn, haha.

If you're looking for more like, art resources I would go with things like Clip Studio Paint/Paint Tool SAI. I used to use FireAlpaca like a decade ago, and I really enjoyed it! Can't say how well it's held up, though. PureRef is great too!! It helps you keep track of your reference images, and you can set it to "float" on top of other programs.

FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!

If you're looking for an editing service, please please PLEASE look into RoseLark Publishing. I had the privilege of working with them this past summer getting a Manuscript Assessment and I'm so glad I did. They're very professional and are great at communicating their timelines and everything! They might still be accepting editing assessment applications at this time, but you can shoot them an e-mail on their contact page!

Anyways, I am going to stop myself here or I will literally not shut up. Thank you for asking!! I looooooove love talking about my writing and apparently about the writing process as well, lol.

#digital-chance #ask #long post #writing #writing ref

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bunnearies-wonderland · 2 years

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📌Introduction or something like that 📌

Hi! ✨

I guess this is my pinned introduction so that people know who the heck the person is that seems to binge like/reblog their posts (because that can happen and I don't want anyone to feel weirded out or anything)

// TLDR: my ADHD brain wants accountability to be able to do the stuff I need done for losing weight, I post/reblog random stuff, if you're uncomfortable with me sharing your post lmk I'll delete it

My name's Marin and I am a 23 years old non-binary person. I stream as a Vtuber on Twitch (currently on Hiatus because of moving) and am also an Artist. I am diagnosed with ADHD and adjustment/adaption disorder (sorry if this is the wrong term, English is not my first language, so I had to translate it).

🪐 My messages and asks are open so feel free to send or ask me anything, even if it’s just a „Hi“, I like making new friends! Please no contents that violate my DNI

🪐 Speaking of DNI:

🪐 I created this blog because my ADHD brain can't do shit without someone being there and making sure I do the stuff I am supposed to do. And for some reason, my fiancé doesn't count as a person no more when it comes to this. I guess he is a little *too* understanding when it comes to me forgetting or not being able to finish/start tasks...

🪐 Things I love/obsess about are poetry, cute animals, anime, musicals, fairycore, cottagecore, pastel colours, sparkles, Animal Crossing, Pokémon, drawing, writing stories, chocolate, and astronomy or outer space in general

🪐 I repost things that I feel are educational and important to be spread or just pique my interest and I want them to be on my blog, can be short texts that feel relatable or just edits, mood boards, or drawings or whatever which fall into the aesthetic that I love ~ (If I reblog/like something from you and you don't want me to because of whatever reason, let me know, and I'll redo/delete it! You don't need to tell me why (even though it would very much help to not make the same mistake again)

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sableseb · 3 years

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A Well Respected Man

Steve Kemp x nurse!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut, consensual to non con, slight misogynistic tones, slight dumbification, biting, innocence kink, corruption kink, praise kink, loss of virginity, fingering, blood play, dirty talk, dacryphilia, age gap, rough sex, NO SPOILERS

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a/n: @buckysboobs this one’s dedicated to you. A big thank you to @rainbowkisses31 for letting me use her beautiful photo for this story! Check out her blog for more amazing edits. This fic is little plot and lot of porn. I hope you guys enjoy this darkish treat! Please don’t read if you don’t like dark tones!.x Read part 2 here!

“Pass me the rasps.”

Steven loves his job. Cosmetic surgery called to him at a young age. He enjoys helping people be the best versions of themselves. Enjoys taking bodies apart and putting them back together meticulously. Loves the incisions and how effortlessly the blade passes through the flesh. This is his calling and he’s damn good at what he does.

As the music plays in the background of the surgical room, he looks down at the woman he’s working on. She was attacked by a dog which resulted in some nasty face wounds. He continues to mold the prosthetic bone exactly how he sees fit, focusing solely on her nose until he looks up towards another woman who isn’t under sedation.

y/n is very much awake. Alive with a beautiful glow that exudes innocence. She’s been under his wing for awhile now. Having her watch his craft so intently with big curious eyes causes pride to swirl in his chest. Yes. Be proud of me, my lamb.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to complete his patient’s wishes. Everything went successfully as perusal. It’s been a long day. He’s ready to go home and sleep the evening away. Ready for his mini vacation the hospital granted him. He’s walking down the hallway, bag slung over one shoulder as he heads for the double doors.

“Steve!”

At the sound of her sweet voice, he immediately turns. She’s jogging a little to catch up to his awaiting figure in the middle of the hallway. He watches the way her chest sways behind her scrubs, how her thighs touch and stretch out the seams of the pants. His cock hardens. A gorgeous body and face he wouldn’t dare critique with his scalpel.

She’s slightly out of breath when she meets him at his spot. “I just wanted to tell you what an amazing job you did. She woke up in tears with how happy she is to have a nose again.”

He knows what a great job he did. Nobody fully understands how deep his talents run. Yet, the praise goes straight to his heart that seems to expand every time he hears her words of appreciation. The only person’s opinion that seems to matter anymore is hers.

“It’s all part of the job, y/n.”

He smiles down at her and she shies away. It’s like she tries to escape his eyes. She’ll never escape him, he won’t allow it. He has waited patiently with her. Letting her get comfortable around him with each passing day, throwing her winks and grins so she’ll want more.

Younger women are so easy to manipulate. They want to be loved and cherished. They want someone to make all their fantasies a reality. She makes it difficult for him to keep his head on straight. She beckons to him like no woman ever has. Steve will make sure she’ll want no one but him, make her completely reliant on him. Make her his pretty, brain dead baby.

The silence that hangs between them is awkward. He can’t play this mind game anymore with her. He needs her now. Wants those pretty lips parted with tiny mewls slipping past them as he tastes every inch of her skin. He needs to sink inside her. Have her begging him to stop, that he’s too big. But, he’d reassure that everything’s fine, that she’s taking his cock so fucking well. Fuck it.

“How’d you like to spend the evening together? Maybe grab a drink?”

Her smile reaches her eyes before it abruptly drops. “I’d love to, but-”

“But, what?” He interjects a little more assertively than he intended. Control yourself.

She doesn’t seem to notice as she continues. “But, you’re my mentor.”

“It won’t hurt to go out after work.” He steps up to her, closing in on her space as he reaches for a strand of her hair. A gasp gets lodged in her throat as she lets him twirl the soft strand. “Will it?”

Steve’s making sure to show the intensity in his eyes as he watches her make a decision. He can practically see her weighing the pros and cons in her mind. “No,” she says as she clears her throat. “It won’t hurt. Is it okay if I get changed?”

He lets the loose strand free and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. “Of course.”

She gives him one final grin as she turns away and makes her way back down the hall. His stare never wavers from her, watching her ass sway until she rounds the corner. He leans his back against the wall and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Closing his eyes, he thinks of how far they’ve come throughout their time together in the hospital. He can’t wait to show the soft spoken girl how far his love for her runs.

She’ll be easy to keep by his side. Easy to keep under him. Her nature has always been to roll over and submit. He’s witnessed it when other trainees spit at her, when her superiors boss her around in ways that aren’t professional. He’ll show her how wonderful she truly is. He’ll give her the love she deserves and craves. She’ll never have to lift a finger. She just has to be his pretty, obedient lamb.

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Steve insisted she ride with him. The whole time he drove, they never stopped talking. Medical questions were asked. Questions about home life and what each of them liked to do outside of work. He found that y/n has more of a speaking streak than he initially thought. She’s so easy to indulge in. Talks to him as if she’s known him his whole life, looks at him with longing intent. She wants something forbidden. He can give her all that.

“You’re funny, Steve,” she giggles as she sips her drink.

“Who said I wasn’t?”

His tone is teasing. It throws her into a fit of laughter as she gets out, “I just assumed you were all work and no play. I’ve never seen you outside of Doctor Kemp.”

He bumps his thigh against hers, meeting her leaning face half way. He can feel her tiny puffs of air ghost across his lips. “Do you prefer Doctor Kemp rather than Steve?”

Noses bump, lips graze, eyes dilate. The little booth becomes too much. Too hot and stuffy as Steve continues this sensual dance with his pretty nurse. “I want both,” she whispers.

This girl has him wrapped around her dainty finger. Has his dick begging for her caress. He huffs out a chuckle that has hurt flashing across her features. But, before she can dwell on whatever scenario her mind has conjured up, he eases her worries. “Spend the week with me.” He knows that his time off means her time off too. She couldn’t have fallen more perfectly into his lap.

She doesn’t hesitate with her response. Which makes Steve all the more excited for their days and nights together. “Take me home, Steve.”

It’s a plea. As the ache inside him grows and heat over takes every piece of his skin, he knows that she carries a similar ache between her legs that can only be cured by him. He can tell by the way she shifts in the leather booth, how those delicious thighs are wrapped around one another tightly. He can practically smell her arousal.

Not another word is spoken as he pays the bill. They don’t speak as he takes her to his home. All that’s shared is a simple touch of his palm placed upon her thigh, rubbing ever so often. When he pulls into his driveway, she no longer pays him any mind. She’s too busy gaping at his luxurious home.

“It’s so pretty.”

He takes a moment to admire her. The lights of the house cast her in a low hue of white. He can see each frizzy strand of hair as the light breaks through. The shadows of the night dance over her neck, accentuating each dip. He wants to break her fair skin, mark her up with his teeth so she’s covered in nothing but him.

He’s in a haze that’s all her as he whispers, “I’ve seen prettier.”

Before she can look his way to decipher what he meant, he’s out of the car and making his way to open her door. She clings to his sweater as he escorts her up the steps and through the threshold of his home. He doesn’t give her time to look around as he steps up behind her, pressing himself into the slope of her back.

“I want you y/n. All of you.”

He pulls her hair to the side, kissing the expanse of her neck with tiny pecks. She melts into his hold. Her scent attacks his nose in waves of honey and something floral that he can’t quite place. She smells divine and he can’t help himself when he presses his tongue against her rapid pulse, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. He moans as he drags his tongue along her neck, nipping at her ever so often.

She’s breathing hard now, letting him have his fun and basking in his torturous touches when suddenly, she pulls away. He’s confused as she tries to steady her breathing. “I- I want you too. But, I’ve never done anything before.” She’s ashamed, his silly girl. Steve couldn’t be harder. He gets to be her first and certainly her last. She’s his to taint, his to take a piece of something from.

He brings both hands to her cheeks, cradling her face as he asks her, “Are you sure you want me to be your first?” She wraps her fingers loosely around his wrist and gently shakes her head. “I’ll take it slow.” His smile is wide, genuine as he lowers his face to place a lingering kiss to her nose.

He locks his hand with hers and leads the way to his master bedroom. For the first time, he kisses her. She falls into him, her hands winding through his thick hair and pulling every time he nips at her lower lip. He peels off her shirt, admiring those heavy breasts he’s been dreaming of since she got assigned to him.

He palms her through her bra, causing her to throw her head back. Red spots already begin to appear on the once flawless skin of her neck. Steve kneels in front of her, sliding his hands down her body as he goes. Deft fingers slide into the waistband of her pants as he pushes them down her thighs. He comes face to face with her covered mound.

He’s beckoned by the outline of her lips as he dips his head between her legs. He places his mouth over her covered clit, licking and sucking until she’s riding his face. Her panties become wet with arousal and saliva. He reluctantly pulls away to take her underwear off. Placing on last kiss to her now bare pussy, he stands and discovers she’s already taken her bra off. He’s met with hard peaks and tender skin.

“On the bed.” She listens so perfectly. She lays herself down upon his blankets and sheets, her hair sprawls across his pillows. He vows to never strip his bed. He wants her scent to permeate everything he owns.

He takes his time taking each piece of clothing off until he’s in nothing but his tight black boxers. Then, he stalks toward her stock still form. Apprehension is very apparent in her body. Not for long though. He’s about to bring her pleasure she’s never known. Relieve her of her shyness, her tension, her ache that’s a constant in that tight pussy.

Steve crawls on top of her, resting his weight on one arm as he places the fingers of the other on her pussy. Up and down her slit he goes, taking her wetness and spreading it all over her cunt. His eyes never leave hers as he slowly makes her fall apart for him.

Finally, he focuses on her bundle of nerves. She cries out, her legs spreading wider as the pleasure keeps building. Her clit is hot to the touch. Each roll of his finger has it growing tighter and tighter. She’s about to cum. He can tell by the way her breath stutters and her back begins to bow. He stops his movements causing her to huff out a whine as her body drops back down onto the mattress.

“Shhh,” he coos. “I’m going to let you cum, lamb.”

He inserts his index finger inside her. She lets out a tiny wail and tries to scoot farther up the bed. Steve doesn’t let her stray far as he keeps her grounded with his body. He takes his time as he lets her grow accustomed to a single digit. She’s clenching around him tightly. His need to have his dick strangled by her tight walls is overwhelming. Precum seeps out of his tip, darkening his underwear.

He ruts against her thigh to try and ease some of the pressure of his aching cock. The thrust of his hips match the thrust of his finger, soft and firm. Tenderly, he inserts his middle finger along with the other. She winces as he prepares her. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know. Doing so good for me.” She keens at the praise. Her pussy starts to flutter as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “I want you to cum for me.” As he pushes his fingers deeper into her channel, he feels that thin piece of skin that holds her virginity intact. Firmly, he presses into it until it breaks away.

“I- I’m cumming.”

Sweat breaks out along her skin and her legs begin to pull taut. Faster he works his wrist, making sure to twist and spread his fingers to loosen her for his cock. Her moans get caught in her throat as her climax takes her over. He leaves his digits snugly inside her so he doesn’t miss the rapid pulses she produces.

When she's sated, he pulls his hand from her soaked cunt. He notices the blood tinting his fingers as soon as she does. She stares in horror. He doesn’t say anything. Just brings both fingers to his mouth and sucks.

She looks on in disbelief as he cleans himself of her virgin blood. Her taste bursts along his tongue. The iron is sickly sweet. He almost cums as he gets off on the crimson that spreads along his teeth. Removing his fingers from between his lips, he lowers himself to her ear. “Exquisite.”

She captures his mouth with her own. His pretty girl may be dirtier than he expected. He lets her push her tongue in. His muscle moves in rhythm with hers, drawing moans from her throat that vibrate his entire being. Blood and spit mingle as he kisses her with a ferocity he barely has in control.

He pushes his boxers down, kicking them off once they hit his ankles and lines himself up with her entrance. Steve coats his member with the wetness that has spilled from her center. He makes sure to bump her clit so she emits those tiny mewls he can’t get enough of hearing.

Leisurely, he sinks his thick head into her clenching hole. In an instant, he sees stars. He feels the heat that’s been lying dormant at the base of his spine flare throughout every nerve. Already he’s fucking addicted and he isn’t even all the way in yet.

Tears spring to life around her eyes, making them sparkle in the moonlight pouring through the window. His dick jumps at the sight of her tears falling down her temples. He’s sure that she could do nothing but sit on his cock and cry and he’d cum. He presses his broad chest to her supple breasts that are rapidly moving up and down from her quick pants.

He kisses her face. No piece of her perfect structure goes unloved as he pours his heart into his affection. He laps up the trail of tears. Saltiness replaced the metallic taste and he can’t decide which tastes sweeter. “You were made for me.” He pushes in an inch, her walls sucking him in greedily.

“See how well you take me?” He grabs her hair, forcing her to look down at where they’re connected as he slides in further.

She's whimpering as she tries to adjust to his size. “Feel how well you take me?” He’s all the way in her now. She’s gasping with the fullness she inevitably feels in her pulsing cunt.

Her eyes go cross as Steve starts his shallow thrusts, making sure she feels him in her guts, making sure he kisses every spot inside her channel. “Dumb for my cock already?” She can’t think, can’t speak as he reaches places her little fingers have never been able to quite touch.

He’s grunting above her as he works them both over effortlessly. As he buries his face into her neck, her lips meet his ear. Steve, oh God, Steve, Steve, Steve. She’s mindless in her pleasure and suddenly, he is too. He starts to push hard, slipping from her wet walls with ease after each retraction.

His grunts and groans start to grow in volume. He bites into her flesh harder than intended to silence himself, to taste her. She squeals at the harsh pressure of his teeth. But, her cunt tightens nonetheless from the pain. Each bite, each pointed thrust throws them deeper into mind numbing pleasure.

But, as his hips start to beat against hers relentlessly and his teeth sink deeper into her neck, she cries out to him. “Steve, stop. You’re hurting me!”

Her detest falls to deaf ears filled with ringing as he chases his high. Her fists pound against his back when he doesn’t let her up. He has her body completely immobile underneath his. He pulls her hands from him and holds them in place by her head. She’s crying from fear now.

“Baby, if you lay there and be good, I’ll make sure you cum. Now. Be good.”

“But-”

His hand lashes out to grab her cheeks, squeezing them roughly as her eyes widen. “What is it with you and fucking ‘buts,’ huh?” He’s seething. She thinks she can deny him of his pussy? “You’re going to lay here and take my fucking cock.”

Steve removes his hand and places it back on her wrist, keeping her pinned as he uses her cunt. She feels too good. So wet and tight. Every time he tries to pull out, he barely can without a harsh suction that makes his stomach tighten. It’s like she wants to keep him there. “Steve, stop,” she whispers through her sobs.

“My pretty baby, your pussy says otherwise.” Once he knows she’s not going to fight him, he places his hand back over her mouth to silence her cries. He’s so close, but he wants her to cum first. He’s not a monster.

With his other hand, he reaches down and spreads her lips apart, finding the perfect access to her clit. His wrist swirls in time with his deep thrusts. As she tightens around him, his balls pull up and his legs start to tremble. “Cum around me, baby. Need to feel how tight you get when you cum,” he rushes out.

Her body goes stiff as her pussy thrums in time with her orgasm. Steve can’t hold back as he pushes himself as deep as he physically can go inside her, spilling his seed all along her walls. He’s never cum so hard in his life. He tries to regain his breathing as he puts all his weight on top of her shaking form.

The only sounds are her cries and his ragged breaths. Lifting up, he rubs his thumb along the apple of her cheek. “Don’t cry. You did so good. So good for me, lamb,” he tells her gently.

“Why?”

That’s a loaded question he doesn’t quite have the answer to. He places his forehead against hers, inhaling her sobs as if he can somehow take them away. “Because you’re mine.”

She cries harder as she tries to convince to let her go. But, he doesn’t move. He just soothes her with his chaste kisses and soft words. She calms down after a while. Almost as if she’s processing her fate. The only sounds now are her tiny hiccups and sniffles. “I’m sore,” she tells him.

Steve knows. He knows he hurt her, but he’s selfish. He’s waited for her all his life and now that he has her, he doesn’t plan on letting her go. As he looks down into her pleading eyes his heart beats along with the pulse of his hardening cock. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

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fang-wife · 3 years

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loft music | tamaki amajiki

➳ tags ;; mean!reader, sub!tamaki, teasing, mild humilation, degradation, unprotected sex, the petname bunny n fucktoy, sweet lil ending, there’s only one bed, oh no!

➳ wc ;; 2.4k

➳ a/n ;; speed wrote this shit at 6am and it’s currently 9am. i haven’t slept...

edit: reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags </3

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He thinks you’re joking most of the time.

It’s to be expected of someone like Tamaki - all nerves, fear, anxiety. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to believe someone like you actually means all the flirty things you say. Certain you’re making fun of him, he tries his hardest to let the commentary slide off his shoulders like he needs it too.

But it’s hard. You make him feel so frazzled. It’s so hard to pretend he isn’t bothered by your too close touches, the warmth of your breath, the feeling of your body pressed against his when you hold his arm on patrols. It’s like he knows - deep down, that you’re doing it to mess with him. He knows that you’re doing it to see him frustrated because you make that face when he squirms. It’s so evil and so mean and humiliating -

and so unbelievably arousing. It makes his breath catch in his lungs - his stomach twist and turn. It makes his entire body burn with desire and he hates it. He feels uneasy when he sees you - not knowing what thing you’ll do to string him along like before. There’s a restless that you’ve grown inside him - planted in his heart and lungs that he finds inescapable. He’s more afraid of it when you’re not there, on the days you don’t bother him at all.

He can’t understand himself. Why he’s so disappointed when you’re partnered with someone else on patrol. Why he goes home feeling extra miserable when you haven’t said something to push his buttons. It makes him feel like a puppy waiting for it’s master - downtrodden and depressed without your attention.

There’s the jealousy too. That bitterness in his mouth when that new rookie clings to your side with doe-eyes. It made him sick to see you pinch the newbies cheek with any kind of affection - ruffling his hair and throwing your arm around his shoulder.

It’s all unreasonable. And confusing. He doesn’t know how to feel about you and can’t determine how you feel about him. There’s not even anyone he can tell because how was he supposed to explain himself?

But he has to rid himself of this frustration somehow - manage it before he really breaks down.

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He knows for certain that being on this mission with you, alone - in this room with one bed, will not help him at all.

He cannot remember a time he felt this miserable. His heart damn near fell out of his ass when the receptionist told him about the mix-up. It didn’t help that he saw that little whimsical look in your eyes when you registered it. The faux disappointment and shrug. Tamaki doesn’t trust you at all, not one bit.

He figures he must’ve done something truly evil in a past life to deserve this. He’s expecting some kind of commentary from you given the whole situation when you enter the room. There’s a couch, and a desk. A singular lamp and a TV - and the bed is big but not big enough for two. Not big enough for you to sleep truly separate.

He awaits your commentary anxiously, as your eyes drink in the surroundings. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but he knows it’s not you opening the curtains and staring out into the city.

“It’s really a beautiful. Shame we’re only here for a mission,” ― you sigh, stretching your arms and yawning ― “I’ll take the couch tonight, by the way. We should sleep soon,”

His eyes widen. Did he hear you correctly?

“Sorry, what?”

You turn your head and blink at him, head cocked to one side. You blink a few times before knitting your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’ll be using your quirk a lot tomorrow, so at least for tonight - I’ll take the couch”

Tamaki isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel about it. He knows it shouldn’t be disappointment. He nods dumbly.

“Oh.. okay”

“Cool. I’m gonna get washed up and head to bed - I’m beat”

He watches you slink off to the bathroom, dumbfounded.

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You’re putting on skin cream as Tamaki contemplates your proposal. The only thing in the background is some TV drama - but the words are blurring. His head is racing with a million thoughts. You’re not even fazed - seemingly off somewhere in your own world as Tamaki sorts his own emotions out by weight.

Everything else, reason, shame, anxiety - is drowned by the most unpleasant feeling of disappointment he’s ever experienced. He’s trying his hardest to understand it but every time he tries - his brain fires off into question marks. Why the hell is he so disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved?

But he isn’t. He feels so uneasy he wants to throw some kind of tantrum but he can’t. He’s changed into pajama pants and a loose white shirt - his legs crossed on the bed. He chews his lip nervously. Why does he feel like this?

“Uhm, y-you know you should.. sleep on t-the bed with me. Uhm, since - we’re both gonna be.. uhm, busy”

What is he saying? What is he doing?

You pause, turning over your shoulders with your brow quirked. You mask your amusement, straightening your face.

“Oh.. uh - you sure? Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?,”

Obviously.

“No!”

You smile at him.

“Then.. sure. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable”

And with that you turn away to face the mirror - finishing the rest of your skincare and putting it away as Tamaki anxiously sets alarms on his phone and adjusts his side of the bed. He tucks himself in before you do - with his eyes closed, listening to the rustling of your movement. He waits and waits for what feels like an eternity until your body weight dips on the other side of the bed.

He can feel you. Your body radiating a pleasant warmth - the smell of hotel soap and your skin cream and whatever detergent you always use. He buries his face into his pillow to try and mask his burning humiliations but his mind feels so blank. If he moves an inch your bodies would be touching - the lights are off but the city is bright enough that it doesn’t matter. Tamaki shuts his eyes and prays for something. Not entirely sure what, but something.

You move around and bristle against him - and he flinches.

“Tamaki, you okay? Sorry about that -”

Your voice has gone low in the night, soft and gentle. He squirms. Unsure what to do with this leftover frustration, he hugs his pillow to his body and buries his face in it.

“‘m fine,”

“.. You sure? You seem kinda off. You can talk to me,”

Your assurance is gentle. It makes Tamaki feel strange. You’re lucky he can’t see you because your smile would give you away. He’s so obvious it hurts you, but you play nice. You can be mean later, soon so for now - you play nice.

He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants and he freezes. His body runs cold with a shiver. You turn to face his back.

Tamaki feels like prey more than ever. Like most predators, you know when to sink your teeth in. He’s not exception not really. You scoot closer to him, voice just a whisper.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Tamaki?”

He can’t answer, but he shakes his head.

“No? Then what is it?”

You’re close. Too close. He trembles as your body presses against his back - let’s out a noise.

“Use your words, Tama - I won’t bite. Why do you feel like this, hm?”

Your hands hover above him. His body shudders. His voice hiccups, a sob deep within his ribcage pouring out of him. It becomes clearer than ever that he needs you to touch him. Shame blooms in his belly.

“I won’t touch you till you say yes” ― you sound amused, the kind he’s learned to recognize ― “If you want to go to sleep, just say the word”

He breaks. Shatters into pieces as a tremor tears through him.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, touch me please - can’t,”

Your hands come up under his shirt, pinching his nipples as you place a kiss to his shoulder. His back arches, whimpering as his eyes shoot open. Your breath ghosts along the nape of his neck, your hands settled at his chest.

“Okay” ― you soothe ― “Turn around for me, baby”

Baby. Tamaki shudders as he flips over to face you. You reach over to flip the lights on - only a gap between you two. His brain feels like it’s melting - your face is so close to his own. You give him a small smile - eyes brimming with tears and expression burning red. You reach your hand to wrap around his neck and bring him towards, kissing him feverishly. He moans when he feels your tongue in his mouth.

He kisses you eagerly, hands frozen at his side as your tongue explores his mouth. Outlines his teeth, brushes against his own - he melts into the touch. He whines disappointedly when you stop.

Your hand cups his face.

“You’re such a pervert, Tamaki” ― you grin, brushing your thumb against his lower lip befores ticking it in his mouth ― “Got so antsy without me. You like being teased so much?”

Not in a spot to deny it, he merely shuts his eyes.

“...why did you stop t-teasing me?”

You chuckle, kissing the shell of his ear as your hands slide up his waist, around his body.

“I thought you didn’t like it baby,”

He muffles himself, mumbling about how he didn’t think he did either. Your hand travels down, squeezes his hard cock from his pajama pants. Gasping for air, he moans and ruts into your palm.

“You like when I’m mean to you, Tama? Like when I make fun of you ‘n tease you?”

“Hnggh”

You hold a hand up to his mouth with a warm smile.

“Spit”

His eyes go wide as you blink at him curiously. A pang of shame hits as he spits into your palm weakly, watching through lidded eyes as your hand travels to his cock - just underneath his sweats. His hands fist the sheets as you pump him lazily.

“You’re cock is so red ‘n pretty, Tamaki”

“You’re ― hic ― you’re m-making fun of me”

“’s that why you’re so hard? It’s drooling all over my hand. You’re so wet - they’re gonna have to change our sheets in the morning” ― you tease ― “They’re gonna know how lewd you are bunny, so much keeps coming out when I touch you”

He shakes his head, grits his teeth. He can feel himself creaming into your fist, overwhelmed by your touch. His eyes are screwed so tight it aches. So lost in pleasure and the sound of your voice humiliating him.

“You like being my little fucktoy, bunny? Like when I treat you like a pet and play with you whenever I like?,”

“Aaah, aah - pl-please” ― he shakes his head furiously ― “can’t t-take it, please”

“Bet you’re gonna make the cutest face when I let you fuck my pussy,”

His eyes shoot open as he feels you scoot closer to him. You pull his pants down swiftly - your hand covered in pre-cum. He watches with wide eyes as you pull your own shorts down, a string of arousal trailing down your thigh. Tamaki watches it with hearts in his eyes, making you laugh deeply. It’s an affirmation that you meant everything you said - that he was making you like that too. It’s enough to make him sniffle.

He watches as you lift your leg up - tugging his cock towards you. It’s pretty - thin and long and so red it’s almost purple. Your cunt envelops it . Clit throbbing against the tip, Tamaki’s sure he’ll cum if he moves. You grind against him so slowly, bringing his face towards you.

His mouth drops open as you kiss him. His dick is twitching relentlessly at the way you gasp.

“Feel how wet you make me when you look all pathetic?”

“Can I please, nghh - can you please let me,”

“Wanna cream inside me, bunny? Wanna fuck me so bad you’d do anything?”

He nods rapidly. A silent scream leaves his mouth as you adjust - slide yourself right down onto his cock. You feel so much better then he could ever picture. Soft and tight and warm and wet - like pure fucking velvet. His hands dip into your hips for support. Through lidded eyes, he watches your hand come down between your thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t - ‘m gonna,”

You feel him spurt his hot cum into you with a loud, broken cry. His throat, sored from exhaustion, doesn’t serve him any better when you start moving. Fucking yourself on his overstimulated, half-hard cock with face paced rhythm. Your fuckin his cum right back into you and he’s sobbing through the overstimulation. His mind feels so broken - so pliant and obedient.

“’s too much ― ! p-please, can’t”

“Shh, ‘sokay baby,” ― you groan, meeting him in a kiss that manages to overwhelm him even more ― “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck”

The tension in your gut snaps like a rubber band and your whole body spams. Clenching down so tightly on Tamaki, he sobs. You’re whispering good-boy and other praises until you’re down and sobered from your high.

When you open your eyes - Tamaki is staring at you in amazement. His cock has gone soft inside you but you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

“You did so good baby,” ― you kiss the crown of his head ― “good job”

He feels small and warm under your touch. A blush forms on his cheeks, words completely failing him to express himself. You don’t make him. Brushing your thumb against his cheeks, you smile.

“I know I tease you a lot, Tama - but I really do like you,’

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He shrinks when he hears you giggle, flushing.

“I.. I l-like you too”

You chuckle, petting his hair and burying his face in your chest. You let your chin rest atop his head and nod.

“Then we’ll have to talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He blushes, embarrassed but content..

“O-okay..”

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Sex on Fire

Co-written with @radaofrivia

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 4.522

Warnings: NSFW! Smut, so smutty. Gamahuche. Licking. Bodily liquids. Fingering. Sucking. Hair pulling. Begging. And I’m out of whatever else there is, but I’m sure there’s more - let me know and I’ll add them XD

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the always gorgeous and incredible @radaofrivia! She is the Brain to my Pinky! The Barney Rubble to my Fred Flinstone! My goddess Saga and my muse Erato! My drinking buddy and who will stay up till 4am with me to finish this story.

Please go enjoy her stories here:

Rada’s Masterlist

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

*Edit: The title was decided before I realised that it is a song by Kings of Leon. These two have nothing in common except for the title.

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Sex on Fire Masterlist

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The grey concrete building stood tall in front of you. You leaned your head back to see the top, but it was nearly impossible. All you could see were windows leading into the sky. A doorman in a black uniform stood by the entrance, watching whoever went in and out. He nodded his head with a stoic look in a greeting.

The lobby looked more welcoming than the outside building. There was a fireplace with three sofas surrounding it and a coffee table stacked with magazines. A few women were already sitting there, gossiping about the new dapper doctor that had rented the entire top floor.

You rolled your eyes and went over to the reception. A man stood to greet you with a smile, but he was talking to someone in his headset, which only took a few seconds before he hung up.

“I am sorry about that, how may I help you, miss?” he asked.

“I’m here for an appointment with dr. Syverson,” you said a little nervously.

“Ah, yes. I have a form you need to fill out,” he handed you a piece of paper and a pen, “The elevators are just right over there. Take it all the way to the 52nd floor. Another receptionist will be there to guide you further.”

You accepted the paper and went for the elevators. A chill went down your spine as the cold air from the air condition hit you. You pressed the button for dr. Syverson’s floor. An orchestral song started playing over the speakers. It wasn’t until you listened closely to the lyrics that you noticed it was ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica.

You closed your eyes, swaying to the beat of the soft drums. Lars Ulrich had been your celebrity crush as a teen, and you still listened to their older songs when you had a bad day.

The elevator doors opened with a loud ‘ding!’, pulling you out of your trance. Another receptionist stood at the opposite side. She looked up from the computer and smiled.

“Welcome to dr. Syverson’s clinic. Do you need help filling out the paper?” she asked nicely. You quickly scanned what you needed to scribble down. It was mostly your personal information and history of health.

“No, I think I can manage, thank you,” you smiled back.

“You can take a seat in the sofas, and when you’re done just fold it and put it in the mailbox, dr. Syverson will call you in, shortly,” she motioned to a black mailbox by the elevators that you had missed when walking past it.

You nodded and went for the sofas. The room was warm and comfortable with green plants everywhere. The sand-coloured leather sofas were softer than you expected as you sank down. You filled out the form and put it in the box.

Instead of sitting back down, you decided to walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a look at the impressive view of the city. Your eyes widened at how far you could see, all the way to the ocean, and if you squinted your eyes, you might have been able to see your apartment building, even the bar you had often been frequenting lately.

Dr. Syverson walked out of his office. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling a bit sore from having sat down reading his patients’ charts all afternoon. Now he just needed to check on his last appointment, before he could go home and enjoy an ice-cold beer.

His receptionist was packing her stuff, sending him a kind smile. The perks of working with his sister were that she didn’t try to seduce him, or leave her underwear in his white coat pocket like some of his patients tended to do.

He smiled back and looked around the room. His gaze landing on you. His first thoughts were not ‘oh there’s my patient’, no, his mind went straight to ‘YOWZA!’.

“Last patient for today, Luc. I’ll be leaving now, see you tomorrow,” he heard his sister say to him. She smacked his arm to get his attention. He was pulled back to reality, saying goodbye to her before walking towards you, changing his mindset from dirty to professional.

You gasped when a flock of seagulls flew by, making you take a step back and hit a wall. Except the wall had arms that grabbed your shoulders before you hit the floor.

“Whoah, careful there, miss,” a deep rough voice said. You looked up and saw a man with a trimmed beard, a soft smile on his lips, and a mischievous look in his cerulean eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out. You quickly remove yourself from his arms, first now noticing that he was wearing the white coat signalling he was dr. Syverson. And if that didn’t kick your brain in gear, then the name tag on his chest should do it. Dr. Lucas P. Syverson.

“It’s all good. This way, please,” he made sure you followed him to his office. The wall colour changed to a more soothing beige colour and was adorned with colourful paintings. You didn’t notice what they depicted before you stepped closer to one. It was of naked human bodies in various forms and shapes, very fitting for a gynaecologist’s office.

He had various books about his profession, but a few stood out to you. One had a peach on the cover and was written by dr. Syverson himself. You were impressed but wondered about the peach until you saw the title that made you blush deeply.

“How to eat a peach for dummies.”

He motioned for you to sit in the armchair, while he plopped down on the opposite one. He grabbed a chart from his desk and a pen.

“I’ve had a look at your medical history, and the…” Dr. Syverson looked down on the chart, “three gynaecologists that you have been referred to have written that you are in a state of good health. Well, we’ll see about that, I’m not too keen on some of these doctors you’ve had appointments with. They’re as old as Methuselah.”

You let out a peal of laughter. The joke having put you at ease with the doctor, who was smiling as you calmed down from your fit of giggles.

You were a little bit shocked by this doctor. Dr. Syverson was nothing like how you had imagined him. He couldn’t be over 40, with the extended educational schooling he would have had to go through. You remembered having read somewhere that it took at least 12 years to become a gynaecologist.

“Oh my gosh, they were. Another thing they had in common was that they would take a “quick” peek, not caring that I was screaming in pain, and then tell me that I’m healthy as a horse.”

Dr. Syverson sat back; his brow pushed together. You could practically hear the gears turning behind his forehead. He ran a hand through his beard, which made you notice that he wasn’t wearing a ring. If he wasn’t your doctor, you might have asked him on a date. Had you only met him at a bar instead of his office, and not being his patient. Damn it.

“There is definitely an issue we need to figure out here. I want you to know, miss that I plan on solving this mystery. Please, tell me in your own words what you think is wrong?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but all the sentences you thought of were too embarrassing to say out loud.

“Miss, you can say anything here. Nothing leaves these four walls, I promise you,” dr. Syverson tried to make you feel more comfortable with him with his gorgeous smile. His presence alone was putting you at ease. How did he do it?

“It burns when I’m penetrated,” you confessed.

“Penetrated how? During intercourse or masturbation?”

“I haven’t had sex since this happened. I can barely stuff two fingers in there,” you blurted, turning tomato red, confessing something so private to a total stranger, but it felt great to finally say it out loud, like a heavy stone being lifted from your shoulders.

“How about I take a look? Let me see with my own eyes that you’re ‘healthy as a horse’,” he quoted the old men, making you giggle. “You can leave your trousers and underwear on the bench, and have a seat on the table. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The dashing doctor left the room while you removed your clothing. Feeling a little self-conscious, as you walked over to the gynaecologist table with the stirrups and sat between them, trying to cover your private parts with your shirt.

Dr. Syverson came back soon with a variety of scented candles in his arms.

“The smell of something nice usually helps my patients to relax a little,” he explained. He held them up for you to choose.

“This one,” you smiled and handed him the one called Ocean Mist.

“Nice choice, that one is my favourite,” the doctor grinned. He set the lit candle on his desk. The scent of a sandy beach and salty ocean soon filled the room. The doctor pulled the ultrasound machine towards you. You leaned back on the table inhaling deeply, willing your abdominal muscles to relax. The sounds of a guitar reached your ears. You watched as he set a portable speaker on the small table next to you.

“I hope you don’t mind a little music,” he said, smiling, while he put on a pair of bright orange gloves.

“I love Metallica, so please keep it flowing.”

“Can you guess the song I’m playing? Put your legs up here for me,” he patted the stirrups.

You lifted your legs, intensely listening to the instrumental version of the song.

“Is it ‘The Unforgiven’?” you asked.

“Correct, you’re good. This is going to be a little bit cold,” he squirted a large amount of gel on the ultrasound wand. He slowly inserted the rod inside you, pushing ever so gently. “How long have you listened to Metallica?”

You winced at the invasion but tried to keep your muscles from tightening around the smooth object. You didn’t see the set jaw on the gorgeous looking doctor. Your sweet scent was tickling his nose and making his mouth salivate by the thought of tasting you.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve been to at least one concert per tour they’ve done,” you groaned in pain.

“I’m sorry, your right ovary is a little difficult to find. You’re doing great. Your left ovary is the epitome of health. Are you on any kind of birth control?” he asked casually, trying his best to make you feel safe around him.

“N… no… I…” your voice broke, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. Doctor Lucas quickly removed the wand, cleaned it and sat down next to you.

“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he told you softly. Concern for your well being was painted on his chiselled face.

“It’s just that… I haven’t had sex for years, YEARS doc. No man wants a broken woman, especially not a woman that cannot be penetrated without her screaming in pain.”

You babbled so much you forgot that you were in a gynaecologist’s office and not at a psychologist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt all that out,” you started to blush a crimson red.

Lucas fought hard not to pull you into his arms. His protective instincts were on high alert; he wanted to make you feel safe, make you feel loved. He was cursing the bastards who had hurt you. To him, women were the stronger sex, had to endure more pain than men. Women are precious, made to birth life, made to give love and be loved.

“It’s quite alright. You’ve had a rough time,” he patted your arm, the safest place to touch you and went to get up. “I’m going to feel around to see if there’s something I’ve missed with the ultrasound. What other bands do you listen to?”

You watched as doctor Syverson slapped on another pair of gloves and squirted a smaller amount of gel on his finger, on his long thick finger. You were practically drooling by watching him prepare to examine you.

“Eh… I listen to a little bit of everything,” you said. You laid back down and draped an arm over your eyes. Watching the handsome doctor working was becoming too much for you. He was stirring feelings inside you that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and not in this form or quantity. You had taken a look at his well-proportioned ass when he walked out earlier, and his black trousers did very little to hide his hefty package.

“I’m sorry, but, again, this is going to be a little cold. What was the last song you listened to?” he warned.

It was an erotic scene, watching him standing between your legs, one hand on your belly, while the other was about to enter your most sacred place. You felt him enter. A soft moan escaped your lips.

Lucas’ ears perked. He hadn’t expected to hear that sound coming from your full lips. Had he heard correctly? The little vibration from you sent a jolt straight to the beast he was trying to keep dormant. This wasn’t the first time a woman had moaned while he examined them, but you were different. Another sweet sound reached his ears. You were so responsive to his touch, so open, so reactive. His mind was racing, but one word kept popping up, more.

You had forgotten how to speak, how to form sentences, how to communicate. You could only feel.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“The last song? You listened to,” he didn’t mean to sound so tense, but he had to distract himself, his treacherous mind, he needed to keep the small-talk going, to break the silence. He wanted to kick himself in the balls for thinking about you, while he was fingers deep inside you. His compassionate instinct was winning over his lust.

Stop it, Lucas! You’re a professional. You cannot mess up! You CAN NOT fuck this up! She needs your help. Lord, give me strength.

“Oh...” you murmured, coming back from whatever universe he had sent you to with his finger technique, “Ehm, before the Metallica song in the elevator, I listened to ‘What’s Your Country Song’ by Thomas Rhett.”

“That’s a great song. I like country music.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed you as a country kinda g… GOD!!!” you gasped as he curled his finger, touching the spot.

You released a louder sinful sound, a sound that hadn’t left your lips in a very long time. Lucas watched as your chest was heaving, gasping for air. The room was suddenly suffocating him. He felt like he was burning up from the inside. His breath was hitched, and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Why did you have to sound like desire itself?

“Does it hurt when I do this?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave and reduced to a velvety whisper. He hooked his finger once more, listening intensely to the sounds escaping you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You lifted your hips, moving your pelvis closer, needing more friction, needing to feel him deeper inside you.

Fuck!

He was watching you, vehemently. A fire was burning deep in his groin, heck even his eyes were flaming. His shoulders moved fastly up and down as he was heaving in the air through his parted lips, he needed oxygen, he needed to control himself. He was scolding himself for feeling like a horny teenager.

“This is… wrong,” he said in a panic. He moved his hand away from you. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist in a fierce grip.

“Please…” you begged, “please don’t stop. I… I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Please, Lucas… I need you… I need you to finish this.”

He could hear the need in your voice. He could smell your arousal. You were clawing your nails into his skin. The look in your eyes was clear that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. The same eyes were shining with unshed tears, begging him for release, and the sound of his name from your lips was making him so close to breaking his resolve.

“I… can’t… you’re my patient,” he groaned, his forehead showing the concerned lines of wrinkles, which made him look even more desirable.

“Can’t you make an exception? Just this once? Please...”

Lucas ran a gloved hand through his short-cropped hair. He turned away from you, needing support for his shaky legs he leaned against the back of his office chair. He was thinking about it, really thinking about it.

“Please, doll. Don’t test me. I’m standing on the edge, and I’m this close to jumping in with both feet. I can lose my career, and I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

You watched as his shoulders sank. You moved off the examination table, pulling the hem of your shirt down to try to cover your nakedness.

“I’m sorry, dr. Syverson. I… I didn’t mean to put you in such a precarious situation,” your voice was small. Your gaze firmly on the wooden floor beneath your feet, you felt so ashamed to have tried to seduce your gynaecologist, who was only trying to help you. Lucas turned around to the sound of your voice breaking, and a little saddened that you started calling him his title again. Your cheeks flushed, your arms wrapped around yourself. You gathered the courage to move towards your clothes.

“Damn it!” he cursed. He moved towards you with the speed of lightning before you could take a single step. His large muscular frame wrapped around you, your head was laying on his chest, listening to the racing of his heartbeat.

“Say ‘you’re fired’,” he ordered, his voice husky and commanding like some kind of army captain, but it was also desperate. Desperate for you not to leave him. Craving your touch. Desiring, longing, yearning, lusting for you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you processed his words. He heard you gasp as you realised what he was saying.

“Dr. Syverson… you’re fired,” you whispered seductively, although a little shaky too. You watched as the sweet and calm doctor changed before your very eyes.

He clashed his lips with yours in a hungry kiss. He was starving; his only thought was to taste you that was his only goal. Your scent had been making him insane; famished was more correctly described.

While holding you in his arms, he made you move backwards until your bum found the end of the exam table.

His kisses were desperate, and so were you. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest. Your breathing was shallow. It was going to happen; it was really going to happen.

He lifted you up and made you sit on the exam table. He parted your legs and went to stand between them. He cupped your face between his warm palms, leaning down to kiss you again. He kissed your jaw and all the way to the shell of your ear.

“Please, don’t regret this,” he whispered and went to touch his forehead against yours.

“I want it, even more than you do,” you answered breathlessly.

With your consent, there was no turning back now.

He devoured your mouth while his hands roamed all over your body. He unbuttoned your blouse while you shoved his white coat to the floor. You pulled at his button-up, buttons were flying everywhere. He shoved your shirt down your shoulders and off your arms before he threw it somewhere behind him. You ran your hands up and down his hairy chest, wanting to feel all of him, not the doctor, but the fine specimen of a man that he was.

He removed your bra with a flick of his fingers. Slowly revealing your breast to him. Your nipples two hard buds, waiting for his mouth to suck, lick, bite, whatever he wanted to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was desperate, so filled with lust, but also something oh so sweet.

Lucas moved his lips down your collar bone. Feasting on your breast, nibbling at your skin, before he finally went to town with your nipples. With the first touch of his tongue on your left breast, while he pinched the right, you let out a loud guttural sound. Just him playing with your bosom was about to send you over the edge. The coil in your belly was so close to snapping.

“More… Please, Lucas, more,” you whimpered, pushing his head to the place where you needed his mouth the most, right between your thighs.

You heard him chuckle. He gently pushed you down, making sure you were comfortable before he hooked your legs over his shoulders for better access to your glistening desire.

“Fuck…” you mewled. The sight of the mountain man between your legs, the growing bulge in his dark trousers was so erotic you were about to combust. Your sex was on fire.

“Your body is divine, bug. It was made to be worshipped. I want to make the pain go away,” he said softly.

You didn’t get to say a word as his tongue ran along the seam of your wetness, making you shutter from the first contact. His tongue was wide and long, his mouth blowing hot air as he sucked your lower lips gently.

That tongue of his was everywhere, inside you, lavishing you, adoring every centimetre of your flushed skin. You lifted your head to watch him working you into a frenzy, right as he sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating the digit with his saliva.

The pleasure that he was giving you was overwhelming. The moment he pushed his finger inside your womanhood, was like nothing you had felt before. His finger was warm, and it was a whole different feeling than when he was gloved. His tongue darted out to play with the glistening pearl hiding between your lips, sucking in his finger. Your wetness allowed his movements to be smooth and easy, in and out, and he found that spot that made you howl in ecstasy.

“Luc… I’m… I’m so close… FUCK!”

The coil broke, snatched, ripped apart. You weren’t pushed over the edge, you were shoved, hard, and the pleasuring waves kept coming and coming. It felt as if your orgasm was never-ending. You never wanted to come down from that high. It was addictive.

You released your hold of Sy’s head from your thighs, not having noticed you had trapped him. You were panting hard, trying to catch your breath after the tsunami of an orgasm the doctor had given you.

Lucas’ palm covered your cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“Did I hurt you, doll?” his face scrunched in concern.

You shook your head, no.

“No… that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

The smile on Lucas’ face was breathtaking. He was beaming with pride. You watched as he leaned back, noticing he was still wearing his trousers. The apparent bulge in his abdominal area looked painful.

You moved to sit up, motioning for him to stand.

“I want to return the favour,” you told him, unzipping his trousers. You were gentle, as the tent grew more extensive, the more you released his manhood from its confinement. You helped him out of his black boxer briefs and came face to face with the finest cock you had ever laid eyes on. You were drooling, licking your lips, dying to taste him.

“You don’t have to, angel,” he groaned as your tongue darted out to taste the precum leaking from the tip, hearing him growl, a sound coming from deep inside him.

“Please let me, Sy,” you pleaded, taking his length in your hand. You looked up to see Lucas nodding slowly. He groaned in acceptance.

You ran your tongue over your palm to lubricate it. Lucas’ eyes widened to the size of teacups. His cock jolting in excitement, his heart skipping a beat at the erotic scene happening right before him.

One hand touched his hips, moving to the small of his back, to have a grip on his ass, pushing him closer to your face. He filled your hand beautifully with his hardness, yet he was still soft to the touch of your palm. You started moving your hand up, slowly, hearing his gasp was turning you on even more than you already were. You smeared the clear precum around the glans with your thumb. Delicately wrapping your mouth around him. Your lips were stretched to max capacity, a voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to be careful not to lock your jaws, but then again you had a doctor right in front of you if the situation should happen.

You languidly moved his member further into your warm mouth, coating him with your saliva. Your tongue gliding over the tip. Lucas released a low moan that sent vibrations through his body. He lifted his face towards the ceiling. Your hand left his ass, moving down his thighs, tickling the backside of his knee, before travelling up the inside of his thigh and gently cupping his balls.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he guttered. You sucked the part that could fit in your mouth in synchronicity with your hand’s movement. He felt the tightening deep within his testicles. The hitching in his breath notified you of his coming release. You led his hands to your scalp, letting his fingers fisting your hair, before giving him a sultry look with his cock in your mouth.

He was grunting hard as he set the pace, while you did your best to keep up with him. Moving his hips, chasing his release inside your mouth. You relaxed your throat, letting him take over. You wanted so much to please him.

“Fuck, sunshine… I’m so close,” he growled.

“Come in my mouth,” you uttered. It was like something within him snapped the minute you voiced the words. He moved faster, harder, rougher. Until you felt the first spurts of his seed hitting your palate. You swallowed everything he spilt and then licked him clean.

Sy fumbled with his office chair as he sat down with a satisfied hum and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“That was amazing,” he smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth and lastly a lingering kiss on your reddened lips.

“Glad you approve,” you grinned back, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“About those books,” you pointed towards the books you had peeked at earlier.

“Theses I had to write for med school.”

“Tell me about them while you rest for round two.”

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