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juyeonszn · 2 years ago

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NECTAR

PAIRING kim sunwoo x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.14k

GENRES smut ﹒ fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, umm age gap!! reader is like 10 or so years older than sunwoo (it’s never really specified what her exact age is), reader is also eric’s older sister, there’s a bit of spanish thrown in here lol they’re in mexico for vacation what did u expect, sun eric and hak are professional baseball players, there’s a scene where a waitress is kinda icky to reader bc she’s older, i think mentions of alcohol, sunwoo is down BAD down bad to the point of no return it’s crazy, he’s also a horny impatient little shit, soft dom!sunwoo ig idk, oral (m! & f! receiving), face fucking, handjob ish, a little bit of hair pulling, vaginal fingering, So Much Praise, UNPROTECTED SEX pls be safe!!, edging, delayed orgasm kinda, missionary position, creampie, aftercare :P, the last scene is so cute and disgusting i hate couples

SUMMARY despite being nearly a decade older than him, sunwoo’s always had his eyes on you. so when your younger brother invites you to join them on vacation, you fall right into his trap. you can’t really blame him for finally taking the bait after all these years.

MORE woah hey again 😋 this one isn’t as wild as the hyunjae fic, but it has its moments LOLL if u ever read my warnings about this when it was on my wip list, then u know that this was actually an old fic back from when i wrote for anime 😭 i changed a lot tbh but a good chunk of the original plot is still there 👍 i got inspo for the last scene from a tumblr quote my irl posted on instagram isn’t that crazy anyway….. enjoy!!

PLAYLIST nectar — wayv, tangerine love (favorite) — nct dream, delicious — the boyz, passion fruit — the boyz, horizon — jaehyun, moonlight sunrise — twice

When you agreed to go with your younger brother on a vacation in Mexico for a week with his friends, you weren’t sure what you were expecting.

You knew your brother’s friends well. They'd gone to high school together and after partly going their separate ways following graduation, decided to go on yearly trips to make up for any lost time. This year, the destinations were the gorgeous beaches of Mexico. Cozumel, Cancun, you name it. You were hitting all the spots.

Those were the luxuries of being the older sister of a professional baseball player.

From the start of your getaway, every single one of your movements felt like they were being watched. Your skin burned with the heat of mocha brown eyes staring at you. Half of you wanted to point it out to Eric, but figured you’d save yourself from the drama. Besides, you were a big girl and two could play at that game.

The first instance took place before you even left for the trip.

You lived about an hour away from Eric and since you were all taking the same flight, you thought it would be more convenient to just ride to the airport together. And because he was closer to the airport, he offered for you to stay at his and Sunwoo’s apartment. Haknyeon would be meeting you there due to prior engagements with his own team.

When you arrived at your brother’s place, you immediately regretted it. You hadn’t called before going over and Eric happened to be out, leaving you alone with Sunwoo. There was nothing wrong with him, you just hadn’t seen him in a couple years and you were afraid of it being awkward.

The younger male helped you bring your things inside, huffing when he dropped your suitcases in the guest bedroom. He wipes away imaginary sweat from his forehead, blowing out a raspberry as he turns to face you.

“Did you pack bricks in there? Why the fuck was that so heavy?”

You laugh. Sunwoo had always been quite the clown as long as you’d known him. “I’m a girl, what did you expect? We never pack lightly.”

“You can say that again,” he snorts, twisting his torso to pop his back. “Uh, are you hungry? We have some leftover takeout in the fridge ‘cause you know damn well neither of us know how to cook.”

Before you can respond, you’re distracted by the sight of him raising his arms to stretch, his t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of his abdomen. From the way his slender fingers lock above his head to the taut skin peeking behind the fabric, you’re entranced. Your brain finally comprehends the fact that Kim Sunwoo was no longer a teenage boy, but rather a grown man.

He clears his throat, breaking your trance and forcing you to stop staring. Your cheeks flush slightly as you attempt to hide the embarrassment flooding your features. His lips are pulled into a smug grin, making you aware that he caught you. He doesn’t say anything though, keeping the cocky smirk as he leaves the room. (Presumably to go to the kitchen.)

With hefty feet, you drag yourself to follow. He’s already warming up the leftovers for you as you take a seat at the island barstool, resting your chin on your palm and your elbows on the counter. Your moment from a few minutes ago is long forgotten as you become transfixed by him on the other side of the island.

It’s weird for you to think about how much Eric has matured, coming from an older sister’s point of view. But having that same realization for Sunwoo is a completely different can of worms. You watch as he extracts the container out of the microwave and opens a drawer beside him to grab a pair of chopsticks simultaneously, all without skipping a beat.

He spins on his heels to place the food in front of you, pausing when he notices that you’re staring at him again. The glint in your eyes was more wholesome than before and it made his heart stutter in his chest. He slides the container across the surface of the island, leaning closer to you.

It was almost like your gaze trapped him in a spell, taking over his actions and drawing him towards you like a magnet. He’s never wanted you as much as he did right now, seeing you in his home, sitting on the stool in his kitchen. Your eyes widen when you’ve snapped back to reality.

Before he can do anything, the sound of the front door unlocking stops him and he’s stepping away to tidy up his mess as if nothing happened. Eric comes in to greet you happily and life continues on just as it had prior to Sunwoo leaning into your personal space. He acts like it never occurred, laughing along at a stupid joke your brother made.

And for some reason, you thought he would keep pretending nothing happened. What a rude awakening you were in for.

It’s a couple days into your trip and you were sitting on a lounge chair poolside, while Eric and Haknyeon had gone to get drinks. Sunwoo placed himself in the seat next to you, his sculpted chest and torso gleaming in all their tanned glory.

He knew it was wrong of him to pine after his best friend’s sister, but how could he not? There was something about your maturity that drove him crazy. But even if you ignored that, anyone who could see would find you stunningly gorgeous. The sight of you scantily clad in a bikini was enough to make the strongest men weak.

Perhaps it was also the thrill that you were nearly a decade older than him.

At this point, you weren’t sure if the warmth engulfing your body was from the sun or the brunette’s intense gaze, but you want to push your luck, the incident at the apartment still fresh on your mind.

“Sunwoo? Do you mind putting some sunscreen on my back for me?” You ask innocently, grasping the base of the tube firmly. His tongue darts out and swipes across his lips.

She knows what she’s doing, he thinks to himself.

“Yeah, s’no problem,” he responds cooly, standing from his chair to sit behind you on yours.

You’re borderline on his lap, so close that you can feel his breath on your neck. Just to fuck with him some more, you reach behind yourself to untie your swim suit top.

You’ve been on this playing field long enough to know when a man wants you, but you’ve never been an easy target. It was like a game of cat and mouse for you. Right when they think they’ve got you, you always seem to be three steps ahead.

This little chase that you were leading Sunwoo on wasn’t any different.

His fingers dance dangerously low on your back, working the lotion into your skin wonderfully. As you’ve gotten older, your body has undoubtedly changed. The fat of your thighs was far more than it was when you were in your early twenties/late teens. Your stomach was lined with stretch marks, no two the same. But even so, you remained ever confident. You wouldn’t put up with anyone who wouldn’t agree that your so-called ‘imperfections’ were beautiful.

After a few minutes, once the trap had been set, you tied your bathing suit back. The ghost of his skilled fingers lingered as you stood from the lounge chair, spotting your brother and Haknyeon walking back.

The brunette had never been denied before. He got what he wanted without fail, and he’d be damned if this was the one outlier. He’d just have to prove to you that even though he was younger, he was more of a man than any you’d ever been with. And that was a promise.

Later that evening, the four of you had gone to your respective rooms to shower and get ready for dinner. Luckily, Eric had used his brain for something good and reserved separate hotel rooms for each of you. ‘Just in case,’ he’d said.

You did the finishing touches of your makeup and checked your phone, finding a text from your brother.

[8:07] eric: we’re all in the lobby

[8:07] eric: just waiting on u

[8:07] eric: but take ur time dear sister pls don’t rush on our account

[8:08] eric: it’s not like we have an uber waiting for us or anything

[8:08] eric: note the sarcasm btw

You roll your eyes as you grab your purse, tossing the device inside. Who was he to talk about how long it took you to get ready? You were in your thirties and you were not about to be bossed around by your little brother. Back when he was still in high school, you were the one telling him to speed up his morning process.

Your dad had gotten a job halfway across the country right before his second year and it crushed him. You remember how upset he was when they broke the news, the thought of packing up his entire life and leaving all of his friends stung. So instead, you got a well paying job and bought a two bedroom apartment for the both of you, that way he could stay and finish out the rest of high school. You made some sacrifices, sure, but you were practically done experimenting in your life. You were in your late twenties by this point, what more was there to do? You’d already graduated from university so helping out your brother was doing everyone a favor.

After living together for nearly three years, you and Eric had grown a lot closer. With such an age difference, it’d been difficult to relate to one another and bond over certain things. When he’d discovered a new phase to go through, you had moved past it years prior. You were always just out of reach from each other until then. It was like the universe itself was trying to bring you together.

Even now, both of you much older, he still calls and asks to come over to your place so he can hang out. You meant just as much to him as he did to you.

The elevator dings, opening so you can stroll towards the group of young men waiting for you. Right when they caught sight of you, you started making your way to the Uber parked under the carport outside of the hotel.

The drive to the restaurant was silent, but you could feel an intense gaze on your form. Purposefully, you’d worn your most revealing outfit. A nice tight dress to hug your matured body and some skinny heels to elongate your legs. You were thankful that your brother wasn’t the type to be overly protective, well aware that his older sister could carry her own by now. However, you think even Haknyeon had started to pick up on your actions and the unspoken tension between you and Sunwoo.

You arrived at your location for the evening, stepping out of the car gracefully. You received multiple stares from other patrons and even a few employees. You weren’t sure if it was because you were just that drop dead gorgeous, or if it was another reason entirely. Maybe they were wondering what three men who looked as young as they did, were doing with an older woman such as yourself.

You don’t have to dwell on it for too long, a host showing the four of you to a booth almost immediately. Shout out to Eric and Sunwoo for having connections.

The seating arrangement ends up with you and Sunwoo on one side, Haknyeon and Eric on the other. You had a feeling this was not a good idea. They’d dropped you right where he wanted.

When the waitress comes to take your drink order, you feel the toasty warmth of a hand on your thigh, nearly tripping you up as you point out a margarita on the rocks from the menu. After she jots everything down, she taps her pen against the tablet. She then gestures between your party.

“Are any of you dating?” she asks curiously, eyeing you with a quirk to her brow. To anyone else, it’s a normal question. Eric, Haknyeon, and Sunwoo were indeed good looking guys. (One of them was your brother, of course he was attractive— where do you think he got it from?) But you could see right through her fake act. She had to have recognized the three baseball players.

“Haha, no actually. She’s my sister.” Eric chuckles, pointing at you with his thumb. She narrows her eyes momentarily before covering it up with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Ah, tú hermana.” She tries to laugh off, but when the boys furrow their eyebrows, she realizes it fell upon deaf ears. You fight the urge to burst into laughter at how stupid they were.

“She said ‘your sister’ in Spanish. Idiots, I swear.” You explain to the still confused table. They let out a chorus of ‘ohhhh’s in response. Learning Spanish was something you’re glad you did, seeing as you sometimes needed to translate during your trip. You would definitely hold it over them when you got back.

The waitress seems to notice how close you and Sunwoo are sitting, but doesn’t call you out on it. While the other two are oblivious to her fixation, the brunette catches on quickly, squeezing the inside of your thigh as she continues her silly little version of twenty questions.

“Cuantos años tienes?” She asks you personally, realizing that you can understand her. What ever happened to girls supporting girls?

“How old are you?”

“En mis treinta.” You answer without hesitation, not exactly telling her for the sake of your own satisfaction. The press of Sunwoo’s fingers trails upward, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“In my thirties.”

You can sense that she wants to say something snarky to you, her opposition to your age clear as glass, but she chooses not to. Whether that’s because she wants to seem like a good person in front of the boys or otherwise, you couldn’t care less. As long as you hadn’t been disrespected. And you knew if you were, Eric and the guys would jump to defend you with all their beings.

After what feels like a millennium, she finally leaves you alone, even going to the extent of switching tables with another waitress. Was that even allowed? You’re not entirely sure, but at least you didn’t have to deal with someone rude.

The majority of the dinner goes smoothly, the drinks and the food tasting unlike anything you’d ever had. Haknyeon couldn’t stop raving about the different flavors he was experiencing. At some point you think he told the waitress to send his thanks to the chef, in true Haknyeon fashion. That was the majority. The rest of the dinner was spent in absolute agony.

A certain baseball player couldn’t keep his hands to himself, eating with one and teasing you with the other. How no one paid any attention to what was happening right in front of them was beyond you. You’d even accidentally whimpered, covering it up by pretending the food was just that good.

The check couldn’t come fast enough, your body betraying you and anticipating getting back to the hotel. Your brother had different plans, claiming that the night was still young and he wanted to have drinks somewhere else. Your disappointment must’ve been obvious, because Sunwoo comes to your rescue.

“Eric, I think your sister’s ready to hit the hay.” He pats the brunette’s shoulder, one hand on his hip.

“Oh we can head back then—“ You interrupt him.

“No no, it’s fine, Eric, I'll be okay on my own. You guys have fun, don’t let me stop you.” You dismiss him. You could get rid of your problem yourself this way. No one to bother—

“I��ll go with you. Someone’s gotta make sure you get to your room safely, N/N. Besides, I'm beat. The sun’s starting to catch up to me.” Sunwoo grins, ruffling your hair. You glare at him, your irritation coming to light for the first time since you’d landed in the country. You’d done so well at acting like he wasn’t affecting you.

“Alright sick! Thanks, Sunwoo! Hak and I will see you tomorrow I guess,” Eric says. He turns to you, hugging your side. “I'll check to see if you’re still awake later.”

And that was that. You and your brother went your separate ways, ordering two Ubers for the pairs you were in.

It took all of about seconds following the ding of the elevator reaching your floor, for Sunwoo’s lips to meet yours. You jump, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, his large palms supporting you from your ass. It was so attractive that he could hold you like this— showing off the muscles he’s built from all his years of playing baseball, a far cry from that scrawny kid you knew when he was younger

He fumbles with his keycard, waving it frantically in front of the sensor. There’s a flash of green and he pushes the door open wide enough to fit the two of you through its threshold. Never once do your mouths disconnect, kissing each other so feverishly it raises the temperature of the room. He kicks the door closed behind him with his foot, pressing you up against the floor to ceiling mirror-wall beside the bathroom. The heat radiating off of your body fogs up the outline of your figure.

Sunwoo can’t seem to get enough of you, groping and grabbing any part of you that he can. You have to admit, you’ve never felt so needed— so wanted— in your life. In the messiness of teeth clashing and tongues tangling, your desperation begins to run rampant. You whine as he tugs at your bottom lip.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, N/N,” his voice is husky and breathy, his soft pants filling your ears. He pecks your bare shoulder affectionately, cupping your right breast in his hand. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to take me seriously… to let me treat you like a real man should.”

His knee nudges itself between your legs, creating some much appreciated friction momentarily, his erection prominent against your thigh.

“I know that you know what you're doing when you dress like this. All slutty and revealing, showing yourself off to everyone,” his mouth hovers over the skin of your neck, goosebumps littering the surface. “But really, you do it for me, huh? You do it on purpose ‘cause you know how crazy it makes me. You know exactly what I’ve been wanting since we got here. That’s my smart girl.”

You can’t help the small moan that erupts from the back of your throat, his words and the wet feeling of his tongue circling the area he had just been sucking on going straight to the excitement pooling in your belly. He smiles mischievously, thumb running over your clothed nipple.

You’d been so lost in pleasure that you hadn’t even realized he’d moved you to the bed, your back on the fluffy white comforter and your thighs spread apart for him. He takes a hold of the back of his collar and removes his shirt in one swift motion, pushing your dress upward afterwards to assist you in discarding it.

His eyes rake your now half-naked body, the fullness of your tits nearly spilling out from the lacy nude strapless bra you were wearing. He drags a finger along your lace covered slit, his lips curling when he watches you shudder underneath his touch.

“Sunwoo, please…”

You don’t even know what you’re begging for, just that you need it. And you need it badly.

“Please, what?” He tsks, now massaging your inner thighs, working you up just like he wants. You pout, hoping to convey the message without pleading. Embarrassment floods your body when you realize he’s not gonna make it easy for you. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

You shut your eyes, hoping to will away the sheer mortification flushing your entire being. “P-please touch me.”

This fuels his ego even further. As if it could get any bigger.

“Open your pretty eyes, baby,” he coos, leaning forward to kiss you. When you obey his request, he hooks his long fingers into the waistband of your panties. “There we go. See, good girls get what they ask for.”

He slides them off, parting your legs immediately. The cool air makes you flinch. The one article of clothing that kept you unexposed was gone now, along with the confident woman from earlier in the day.

He repeats his actions from minutes ago, his pointer finger collecting your slick as it slides through your folds with ease. The squelching sound it makes is horrifying, your shame settling back into place. He kisses the plane of your stomach gently, murmuring into the skin.

“Do you hear that, sweetheart? Do you hear how excited you are for me? There’s no point in trying to hide it anymore.”

Your eyes widen at his words, opening your mouth to say something in retaliation but he takes this opportunity to bury two fingers inside of you. A gasp leaves your throat consequently, your back arching on instinct. It had been a while since a man had set aside time for foreplay. He truly was making good on his word, treating you like a real man should.

He lowers himself, positioning his face in front of your pussy and darts his tongue across his lips before flattening it against your clit. The sensation makes you shiver, though that reaction is nothing compared to what happens next. He curls his fingers inside of you, brushing that certain spongy spot that drives you insane, then begins alternating between kitten licking and sucking on the engorged skin of your clit.

You cry out, hands flying down to tug at his hair and dig your nails into his scalp. He doesn’t appear to mind at all, more like he enjoys it, reveling in the way you’re losing yourself to him slowly but surely. It's a dream come true for him. He's finally getting the opportunity to completely ruin you after waiting for-what-felt-like-ever. Horny, teenage Sunwoo would be jumping for joy over this.

He remembers the first time he met you. Eric had invited him, Haknyeon, and other members of the team over to your shared apartment for a team bonding during their second year. The only thought in his mind upon seeing you was ‘damn, I love older women.’ You were just so sure of yourself, he couldn’t help the tightness in his pants and the thumping in his chest.

And those feelings never seemed to fade.

In fact, it appeared that they grew with time. He’d dated other girls since then, especially because he was so popular in high school and in university. Yet for some reason he could never quite pinpoint, things never worked out. They just didn’t feel like the one for him, so he’d end the relationship before anyone got hurt more than they had to. Then the yearly trip would happen and Eric would update him on your life and his crush on you would come rushing back to him.

Even when you’d gotten engaged a few years ago, nothing could stop the way his heart beat only for you and you alone. He didn’t really like the dude all that much, but expressed support for you anyway because he wanted you to be happy. After Eric told him that he broke off the engagement to pursue someone else, Sunwoo just about lost it. He wanted to hunt the guy down himself. He couldn’t fathom how one could just throw away the once in a lifetime opportunity of calling you his. You deserved the world and so much more.

Everything resurfaces and it’s evident in the way his fingers dive even deeper inside of you, his appendage lapping mercilessly at your aching clit. You don’t question him even if you wanted to, your entire body feeling like it’s on cloud 9. He takes a break from licking and sucks at the sweet spot harshly, ripping out a prolonged moan from your lips.

Your release is in your field of vision now, so close that you can nearly taste it. You attempt to buck your hips up into his mouth to chase what you’re yearning for. He senses exactly what’s happening, so he slows his assault, much to your aggravation. You can’t even help the pleas that tumble from the back of your throat.

“No no no no, please,” you sit up, your hands still intertwined with his messy brown locks. “Sun, please… why’d you stop?”

His smile is almost conniving, you swear you can see his canines peeking through. He hovers above you, caging you between his torso and the bed. “You've been having all the fun, so now I think it’s time I have some, too.”

You’re about to ask what he means, when he steps back to undo his belt and zipper, pushing down his pants in record speed. Even through the black material of his (expensive looking) briefs, you can tell he’s well endowed. You rub your legs together, still sensitive from being deprived of your orgasm, and your hunger for all of him increases immensely.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckles, switching places with you. He sits at the edge of the bed, his legs open enough for you to fit between them. You bite your bottom lip, gripping each of his muscular thighs. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing to get crushed by them. It sure would be a hell of a way to die.

He leans back onto his palms, bunching up the sheets in his fists. You move forward to press your mouths in a searing kiss, cupping his clothed erection in your hand. He groans as his teeth nearly gnash with yours. You seize the chance to discard his underwear and massage his cock. The warmth and length of it makes your mouth water, almost whimpering at how flushed it is. You can tell that he’s painfully hard in the way he’s extremely responsive to all of your touches. You swipe your thumb over his slit, collecting the pre cum that’s formed there.

After deciding that enough is enough, he parts from you in favor of ordering you to get on your knees. You maintain eye contact as you wrap your lips around him, the nerves you’d been feeling all night finally washing off. Your tongue swirls around the tip a few times before it licks a broad line from the base back up along the underside. You take him down your throat this time, massaging his balls as you do so. Your cheeks hollow out as you bob your head, your hands jerking what you can’t fit.

An erratic knock at the door startles both of you and you’re about to remove yourself from him, but he keeps you there with a large hand, urging you to continue. You listen reluctantly, assuming the person would just go away if you ignored them.

However, the knock comes again moments later. Sunwoo looks down at you. His eyes tell you all you need to know, so you don’t stop.

“Sunwoo! Hey, have you seen my sister? She’s not in her room.”

You practically choke on him at the sound of your brother’s voice, but he still doesn’t let you pause. His attention doesn’t leave you as he replies.

“Uh yeah, she’s borrowing my shower. Hers wasn’t working.” He lies. His eyes bore into yours intensely, the knowledge that he had Eric’s hot older sister right here in front of him on her knees shrouding his mind.

The brunette outside seems to find that answer sufficient enough and doesn’t interrogate further. “Okay, cool. Just tell her to text me when she gets back to her room.”

“You got it.”

His footsteps can be heard padding against the carpet of the hallway as he walks away.

Your nose brushes against the hair at the base of his cock before he cups your cheeks and lifts your mouth off of him. You take in a deep breath, keeping your hands on his dick firmly. As you regain your breathing, you leave kisses all over, starting at the tip and ending down the shaft. You feel him shudder beneath you, a satisfaction coming from knowing that you’re the one who has him so weak.

You had Kim Sunwoo wrapped around your pretty little finger.

Unbeknownst to you, that’d always been the case. Since day one. But it didn’t matter at the moment. All that either of you cared about right now was wrecking each other.

He slides his cock down your throat again, loving the sight of you getting face fucked by him. You moan around him, the vibrations causing him to grasp at your hair tightly, though you don’t mind the sting either.

“You look so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. Your lips look so pretty wrapped around me. Can’t wait until I’m inside you,” he hisses when your tongue runs over his slit. “You want me to fuck you into the mattress? Until you can’t even remember your own name?”

You release him from your lips once more, nodding frantically. It’s almost pathetic how needy you are for him, your brother’s best friend, someone nearly ten years younger than yourself. “Yes, please, Sunwoo. I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk properly.”

His smirk from your pleads is ungodly. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, pinching it between his fingers before he pulls you up to kiss you roughly. Even though he has this big dominant act up on display, you know he wants you just as much. And he conveys it in the desperate way he moves his mouth against yours with such fervor.

After a few minutes, both of you get sick of wasting time and he flips you around so you’re on your back. He nips at your neck, whispering dirtily as he pumps himself in his hands.

“The only thing I want on your mind is me, you got that?” He lines his dick up with your hole, nibbling on your earlobe while he does so. “The name Kim Sunwoo is gonna be engraved in your fucking brain after tonight.”

Without any semblance of a warning, he pushes himself in, giving you no time for adjustment. His cock fills you up nicely, better than you’ve ever been before, and the feeling alone rips a particularly loud moan out of you. “Oh my god, Sun. Y-you're so big and your cock f-feels so g-good. So s-so good.”

“You’re so tight, your pussy is squeezing me. You gonna cream on my dick?”

He gives you another one of those sly grins, where it’s almost like he’s baring his canines to you, and you swear you’ve never wanted to be ruined as much as you do now.

His pace is unrelenting, nothing but sheer power going into every thrust of his hips. His cock hits places deep inside that you didn’t know existed. It amazes you how much stamina he has and it doesn’t appear like he’s letting up any time soon.

“Sunwoo, just like that— f-fuck yes— right there,”

“Look at you, Y/N, so fucking messy and all because of me.”

He hooks one of your knees on his shoulder, plunging even further into your pussy. The mewl you release is voluminous, enough to wake up anyone in the rooms surrounding his. One of his hands holds your leg in place while the other travels south, gripping your side and using his thumb to vigorously circle your clit.

The added stimulation is just what you need to nudge you closer to your tipping point, what you were deprived of earlier. He, of course, notices that and stops his attack with his finger. You whine in protest, not wanting to deal with his teasing again right now.

You open your mouth to express your distaste at the same moment he rolls his hips experimentally. So instead of complaining about his edging, you let out a choked groan.

“Sunwoo, please, let me cum. Please, I'm begging. I need to.” You hate that you’re in this position, but you can’t hold out much longer. Fatigue is catching up to you and if you don’t cum soon, you might pass out.

“You wanna cum, baby? You want me to let you cum?” He all but growls in your ear. You moan wantonly in response, quickly becoming a babbling mess. “I think you can wait a bit longer. Take it like a big girl, yeah?”

Your other leg wraps around his waist, allowing his already buried cock to kiss at your cervix. The new angle is unhinged, short circuiting your brain. Discarding any thought behind your actions, moving on autopilot, you pull him down to press your mouths together.

The combination of passion and pure lust drives both of you wild, fueling your desires. His lips part from yours and he moans breathily as you clench down on him, the exhale fanning over the lower part of your face. The sound is unlike anything you’ve heard before and you’d do just about anything to hear it again. The brunette was completely unaware of the effects he had on you, something as simple as a noise kicking you into high gear.

But it seems even he’s reaching his limits, not able to hold himself back anymore. In an attempt to finish you both off quickly, he brutalizes each piston of his pelvis. Your nails sink into his shoulders.

“F-fuck— S-Sunwoo I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum— so fucking—“

His thumb finds its way back to your clit and resumes its previous attack, the other circling around a peaked nipple, cutting you off. You arch into him, trying to bring the two of you impossibly closer. His cock rams in and out of you almost inhumanely at the rate he was going. With one particularly harsh thrust, he commands,

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

The words send you overboard and you release around him, simultaneously gripping him like a vice and moaning so pornographically, you kind of feel bad for everyone else staying on this floor. Your whole body spasms with your orgasm, hushed moans falling from your swollen lips. Seconds later the twitch of his dick alerts you as he follows, filling you up with the warmth of his own cum. Had he not still been inside you, you were certain it’d flow right out, something akin to Niagara Falls. But you’re both too busy trying to catch your breaths to really pay attention to any of that extra stuff.

The ache was settling in your bones instantaneously, and you half-regretted encouraging him to ‘fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk properly’.

After what feels like an eternity, he slowly pulls out his softening cock, your pussy clenching at nothing and feeling empty as he presses a soft peck on the tip of your nose, his dominant personality dissipating along with it.

The moment feels strangely domestic, his coos of praise and the worry that he was too rough with you not flying over your head. Things like ‘you did so well, sweetheart’, ‘I’m so proud of you, baby’, and ‘your pussy was made for my cock’ floated around the air. He caressed your belly with one hand and your hair with the other before pulling himself away from you fully.

“Let me go get you a towel,” he smiles warmly, disappearing into the bathroom he told your brother you were borrowing. When he comes back, he has a fresh pair of briefs on and a damp washcloth on his forearm. “You know, I‘ve had the biggest crush on you since high school. The moment Eric introduced us, I practically fell in love.”

He carefully cleans up your cum covered thighs, weary of how sensitive you are. It dawns on him that you’re fighting back your sleep, but he also realizes that you can’t stay in his room, running the risk of being compromised and Eric finding out. He helps you into a sitting position and leads you to the bath.

He washes your hair and body for you, increasing the overwhelming amount of domesticity that you already started to feel. Even with his admission, you didn’t want to assume that this was something he really wanted. You’d made that mistake before, with your asshole of an ex fiancé, and you couldn’t stomach the thought of that happening with him. He was a young, hot professional baseball player. Why would he want to be tied down to you?

With a towel wrapped tightly around your body and your clothes draped over a shoulder, he aids you in your sneaky trip to your own hotel room. You fumble a bit with the key card, nervous under his gaze for some reason. When you finally get it open, you hurriedly enter, desperate to get away from him to avoid small talk. You were a grown ass woman and here you were, acting like a petulant child.

He reaches for your wrist and stops you prior to getting too far past the door frame. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter? Why won't you look at me? Did— did I do something wrong?”

“N-no! You didn’t. I just— I don't wanna misinterpret the situation...” You betray yourself and look him in the eyes, nearly melting at the soft chocolate color staring right back. He leans forward to kiss you on the lips. It isn’t rushed or forceful like any of the others from earlier in the night. It’s more like the loving one he placed on your nose. It conveys exactly what he wants to say, but can’t put into words, and rids of your doubts all at once. You instinctively shut your eyes, a smile working its way across your face.

“I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart. Goodnight,” is what he leaves you with, scampering off to his room.

You bring your fingers up to your lips, the stupid grin not disappearing. He wasn’t kidding when he said the name Kim Sunwoo would be engraved in your brain tonight.

The next day, the four of you visit one of the beaches. You chuckle to yourself as you observe Eric and Haknyeon attempting to skimboard, but failing miserably. Your brother flies forward when his board skids to a stop and he stumbles a bit before regaining his bearings. The older laughs at him, hunching over and clutching his stomach as he does so.

Your eyes stay on them for a bit, but your head turns at the sound of footsteps approaching you and the beach towel you were sitting on. You finally glance over when a grunt fills your ears over the crashing waves. Sunwoo leans back onto his palms, sunglasses perched on top of his head. The goods you wanted were set between you, a bag nearly full to the brim with mandarin oranges.

On your way to the beach, you passed a vendor on the street selling different fruits. Among said fruits were the mandarins that caught your attention. You pouted when you realized you left your purse at the hotel, only having your I.D. on you. Being absolutely smitten with you and having no self control, Sunwoo made a promise to himself to come back when you were least expecting to buy you as many as he physically could. (Gift giving was one of his love languages.)

He smiles as your eyes light up like a Christmas tree in August, instinctively reaching for one of the oranges. You bring it up to your nose to smell the faint citrusy scent of the rind, humming contentedly afterwards. With the summer breeze blowing through your hair, the humidity painting your cheeks rosy and the sun behind you giving you a halo-like glow, you look like a scene ripped straight from a movie. Sunwoo feels like the most fortunate guy in the world knowing that he’s the only person who gets to see you like this, committing the visual to memory so he can look back on it whenever he pleases.

He decides that he could die right here right now, and he’d be satisfied with his life. He can already see it, his headstone; Rest in Peace Kim Sunwoo, 2000-2023.

You slowly start to peel the mandarin, each corner of your lips curled upwards. You pop a piece into your mouth, closing your eyes and savoring the taste of its nectar. Without pausing to think about it, you scoot closer to Sunwoo, feeding him some of the orange. A small giggle escapes the back of your throat when he smiles again, this time at how much more comfortable you are with him. (And also how yummy the mandarin is.)

“It almost tastes as sweet as you.”

He meant for it to be an innocent insinuation, but completely forgot about the fact that it could be misconceived as an innuendo. You slap his shoulder with a gasp because that’s exactly how you took it, and he raises his hands in surrender.

“Woah, I was trying to be cute. You’re the one with the dirty mind.”

You roll your eyes, shoving a few more pieces of mandarin into his mouth to shut him up. “Kim Sunwoo, you’re lucky I like you.”

His cheeks are puffed up with the fruit and he tries to smile at you, his pouty lips making him look a little silly. You press a quick kiss to them, forgetting that you were very much in public. He turns to you with eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

“What if Eric sees?” He swallows thickly.

You shake your head. “Let him. I’m happy. That’s all he really cares about.”

It befuddles you that just a week ago, you never would’ve thought this could happen. A week ago, Sunwoo was still that high school boy who stuttered whenever he spoke to you and came over to yours and Eric’s apartment every day after school. A week ago, you were still apprehensive about putting yourself out there, out of fear that you’d just get hurt again. But somehow, Sunwoo managed to change your entire perspective. And sitting here on this beach towel, feeding him mandarins and giggling at his jokes solidifies that for you.

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #the boyz sunwoo #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #tbz sunwoo #kim sunwoo #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo smut #sunwoo #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo smut #juyeonszn

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Ruppel

Daryl Dixon x reader | current world AU(?)

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

🏁 💕 🏁

"Wha's tha?"

You were curled on the couch, blanket over your body and a stuffed animal in your arms as you watched the tv.

You hadn't even heard him when he came in and only noticed his presence when he plopped down next to you and stole your snacks.

"Huh? H.. hey!" You snatch a handful of snacks as you turn your attention back to the bright pink screen.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Daryl had only recently started living with you and was still getting used to your day-to-day routines, especially on your days off work.

"RuPaul. Never heard of it?" You didn't even turn to face him as you talked, not wanting to miss any of the drama.

Daryl scoffed beside you, laughing at your question as he reminded you of his household. "Yes, dear. But Merle's all nicely tucked away in jail and we're not bailing him out again, so ignore his mental assholery and just watch. Food's on the way."

An amused smile pulled at his lips as he settled properly next to you and tried to catch what this show was about.

As the first episode went on Daryl just ..stared.

"Who's tha?" The question came as the bald man in his crazy suit walked into the bright pink room.

"That's RuPaul. He's the show creator and host." An acknowledging hum was given before going back to trying to understand again.

On screen the contestants were doing their runway makeup after spending most of the time working on the sewing challenge.

"How can ya understand wha' they're sayin'? I aint' even know half of them words."

You let out a laugh, quickly trying to muffle it and apologize. Letting him know he'd learn eventually you turned your attention back to the tv as the runway intro sound started.

A large, gorgeously dressed woman appeared on screen, doing a theatrical entrance and welcoming the judges.

"Who's tha' then? Sounds jus’ like tha’ host guy.” Daryl's questions kept coming. Not that you minded, though. It meant he was actually watching and somewhat invested in one your interests.

"That's because it is RuPaul again."

"Tha's really the fancy suit guy from earlier?" His eyes were locked on the screen, deep in focus as he stared at the woman. ..man?

"Yeah, there's a good reason why she hosts the show." There was admiration in your tone and he couldn't place what aspect of this show earned that admiration just yet.

"Yer shittin' me righ' now." He looked from the screen back to you who stared at him and nodded. “There aint’ no way tha’s the same person.”

"An' why's it She now? Cuz there's a dress on?"

Your smile widened and you snuggled into his side. "Yeah! See, you'll learn."

Seeing Daryl so involved in something his entire environment as a child had shunned warmed your heart. And he was right when he mentioned his family earlier. You could also still hear Merle's voice yelling all kinds of homophobic, racist slurs at any little thing that didn't go like he wanted it.

You both watched all the queens do their runway routines with you spilling your opinions out loud and Daryl sometimes doing more than hun in acknowledgement to your comment. A "yer righ', looks weird." might have been the most he said, but it was something nonetheless. When the judging started you even got a "ya really gotta translate fer me sometime." A shrug and an okay gave him enough answer for now, as you watched the two bottom queens stand at the ready to start their lipsync. "Wait wha's up now? I missed sumthin'."

"They're the worst ones this week. They perform a song and the best one stays." The song was announced and with the one famous quote it started playing and the two started their performance. Daryl had seen girls dance around poles and whatnot at bars he used to go to but this was something else. As the song went on you'd let out an impressed 'woah!' or a gasp, and even Daryl let out a soft "damn." at an impressive twirl and an "oh shit." as one of them dropped into a split.

Right between the end of the song and the winner announcement you glanced over at your partner who nodded at the tv, impressed with the performance.

"I hope the one in yellow wins." You state as you nudge him. "You?"

"Yeah. Yellow's good." You both watched as they went through the elimination talk and you cheered as the one you wanted to stay did win.

As you continued on with the next episode your doorbell announced the food had arrived.

Daryl went to fetch it as you got plates and cutlery and set up the small table to eat on the couch.

When you both came back you both got your food plated and sat down to continue on with the show.

“So,” you swallowed your bite of food. “Do you want translations? Or pause the show to get explanations?”

He gave it a short thought before shrugging it off and letting you know he'd save the questions for after the episode.

So you watched. Comments were still happily given mostly by you but Daryl started giving some lovely critiques as well eventually. Ones like "Man, why's tha' one always bitchin'?" when one of them kept complaining about judges' calls and whatnot.

During one of the sad, emotional conversations Daryl let out a comment that compared the mentioned parents to his own and how they would have reacted maybe even worse if he’s ever had to go through such a talk. You cuddled into his side even more, practically laying in his lap now as you listened to his heartfelt talk while watching the last bits of runway prep.

As the runway intro started again and banter between Ru and Michelle went on you both genuinely laughed.

“I like ‘er, she’s feisty.” You looked up at him from your spot now all the way down in his lap.

You shook with laughter in his lap, complimenting in his taste in women and agreeing to like her a lot as well. The runway starts and Daryl points out one of the queens “tha’s the one tha’ had the backwards cap on earlier? The bitchin’ one?” It was so cute how he tried to tell which queen was which workroom guy but he did get it dead wrong. “Oh, no sweetie. The bitchy one was the second one, with the high ponytails and the belts.” You saw how he gave it a little thought and seemed to connect the dots, so to speak with an “aigh’ yeah, tha’ one.”

On the screen the queens kept coming down the catwalk and showing off their looks as yet another question arose. “So wha’ about those tits?” You burst out laughing at the directness of his question as you thought back and indeed not seeing any breastplates on screen in the workroom yet.

“What about the tits, Dee?” Your breathy laughs were slowly calming down as you waited for him to elaborate. “Them skinny ones, there’s some real lookin’ racks on ‘em. An’ they aint’ got any fat to shove in a bra.”

“Well, Daryl. Them’s fake silicon tits.” You faked his accent before reverting back to your own to continue your answer to the question you thought he’d be saving for after the episode. “They’re like tank-tops, but stretchy silicon that are matched to your skin tone and stop right where the boob ends. The arm and neck holes are hidden with sleeve straps and necklaces.” You could see him stare and think again. He had been doing it a lot during the episode and maybe he was finally starting to understand it all. During the judging emotions were high again and you both watched as the queen poured her heart out on the stage. It might not have had anything to do with the challenge but it was a continuation of that earlier talk at the mirror that was still fresh.

"Mah dad would'a sent a huntin' party after me if I'd even look at a guy fer too long, let alone admit I was into 'em."

You had to go and pause the episode for a moment to let that sink in.

"Daryl?" You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. "Something you wanna share with your girlfriend now that you're in a safe place to talk about it?"

You got a look that was him clearly thinking about the conversation, before his eyebrows shot up and he looked down at you with an ‘oh shit’ kind of look. “Wha? No. I aint’ sayin’ I am.” He had to think first before phrasing this wrong again. “Wha’ I mean’ta say’s I can tell ya if a guy yer eyein’ at the store looks nice, ya know. Like ya girlies all do to each other. Bu’ if I ever let tha’ slip around my family I’d get beat fer bein’ a sissy.”

You reached your hands up to grab at his cheeks and get him close enough for a kiss, being helped up a bit as you couldn’t reach and gave him a loving kiss. “You know you can comment on pretty ladies too, right? If you spot one I’d love to get a peek too!” Daryl laughed before pressing his lips against yours again. “I know ya like them good racks an’ squishy butts too, sunshine.” He pulled his arms away from under you making you drop back into his lap with an ‘oomph’.

“Now unpause.” He pointed at the tv as he stuck his tongue out to you. “Wanna see if the bitchy one in the sparkly blue thing goes home. I’on like tha’ one.” Rolling your eyes and giggling you got comfortable again to finish the episode and see if Daryl’s wishes will be heard.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: A headcanon question in our yume ship discord got out of hand in my head so I had to write a fic about it.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #rupaul's drag race

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puffyducks · 8 months ago

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DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: Second Draft which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

#dcrc #dcrc week 16 #paperinik #puffy dcrc

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cottoncandyswirl828 · 7 months ago

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Zuma Appreciation Week: Day 2 - Favorite Friendship

I was super excited for this one because it gives me an excuse to talk about a friendship that is seriously underrated: Zuma and Coral! I get it, they don’t really have any scenes together, but come on, they’re the water pups! You cannot tell me these two aren’t besties. So, I’m going to take this opportunity to give these two the underwater adventure they deserve!

Zuma’s tail wagged in excitement as he looked over the railing of the Flounder into the deep blue waters of the bay, searching for any sign of his fish-tailed friend and teammate.

A splash in the water drew him to the other end of the boat, where he was met with a large splash that left him drenched in water.

“Hahaha, Coral!”

“What? I thought you liked getting wet.” The mer-pup giggled, kicking up more water with her tail.

“At least warn a pup next time.”

Zuma didn’t bother to shake off the water. Instead, he went ahead and jumped over the edge of the boat, diving into the water to join Coral.

“You ready for a nice mer-moon swim under the stars?” Coral asked.

“You know it!”

With a boop of their noses and a flash of light, Zuma was transformed into a mer-pup and dived beneath the waves to explore the underwater world Coral was lucky enough to call home.

Zuma laughed and cheered as he swam through the water, weaving around rocks and boulders like an impromptu obstacle course and admiring the colorful coral reefs and the sea life surrounding them.

“Ahh, there’s nothing better than spending a mer-moon night under the sea. There’s just so much to explore! I mean, the earth is 70% water, and only about 5% of it has been explored. It’s crazy how much we still don’t know about the ocean.”

“Only 5 percent?”

“Yeah, between the water pressure, extreme temperatures, and total darkness, it’s pretty difficult for the people on land to explore the deeper parts of the ocean. It’s no wonder most people thought mer-pups were just a legend.”

“Wow, I had no idea people on land knew so little about the ocean.” Coral looked to the surface of the water, where the Flounder was waiting to bring Zuma back to shore once he was finished with his underwater playdate.

“Wait here for a second.”

Coral quickly swam up to the surface and returned a moment later with two underwater cameras, handing one of them to Zuma.

“Come on! Let’s see for ourselves what’s out there in the deep sea. I bet the people on land would love to get some pictures of whatever is down there.”

Zuma’s face lit up with excitement, “That’s a great idea Coral! There’s a ravine not too far from here that Cap’n Turbot’s been trying to explore, but it’s too narrow for the diving bell. We can start there.”

Zuma led Coral further out to see where Cap’n Turbot had shown him the ravine. The dark crack in the ocean floor seemed to lead to an endless abyss of darkness, and as much as Zuma hated to admit it, it did scare him a little.

“Maybe we should’ve brought a flashlight.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.” Coral assured. She swam to the sea floor and used a long stick to pick up a large reddish starfish with eight long, spiny arms.

“Hey, that’s a Novodinia Americana!” Zuma exclaimed.

“A what?”

“That’s the name for that species of starfish. And they can glow in the dark! Great idea, Coral.”

“Oh. I always just called him Jeff.”

The two shared a hearty laugh before venturing into the ravine, with Jeff lighting the way.

The deep sea trench seemed to transport them to a whole other world. The animals within were unlike any that Zuma had ever seen, and even the ones he was able to recognize from his deep sea books still felt alien to him. Clearly his books had failed to do the marine life justice.

“Woah. This is incredible.” Zuma breathed, watching a small school of Lanternfish swim by, snapping a few pictures before they swam off.

Coral took a photo of herself with Jeff alongside some deep-sea coral, “I know. I had no idea coral could grow this deep.”

“Really? I figured you’d know all about coral, Coral.” Zuma had to swerve to dodge the playfully thrown stone Coral had used as a response to his joke, “Hey! Don’t disturb the ecosystem!”

“Last I checked, you weren’t a part of this ecosystem. If anything, you’re an invasive species.”

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

“Touché.”

Suddenly, a strange rumble began to vibrate through the ravine, scaring off the wildlife and causing a few loose rocks to break away from the walls.

“What’s that?” Coral asked, her fur standing on end as she felt the ripples in the water.

“I’m not sure, but it doesn’t sound good. I think we should get out of here.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

As they began to make their way out of the depths, the rumbling and shaking seemed to get stronger, with bigger rocks beginning to come down.

“We better hurry, Zuma. I’ve got a bad feeling whatever’s making that sound is- AAHH!”

A long tentacle reached out from the darkness below and grabbed Coral by her tail, dragging her down along with Jeff.

“CORAL!” Zuma cried, racing back down after her. The ravine was almost pitch black without Jeff’s light, but Zuma could still see the faint glow and followed it down to the very bottom.

Jeff and his stick were resting on the sandy floor of the dark pit, but Coral was nowhere in sight.

“Coral! Coral, where are you?” Zuma called. He tried to use his pup-tag to call her, but they were too deep underwater for any signal to reach.

“Oh no… Coral! Can you hear me?”

There was no answer. Just as Zuma was considering returning to the surface to call for backup, the rumbling started again. Maybe it was just the dark ravine and his fear-filled mind playing tricks on him, but Zuma thought he saw strange shapes moving around in the darkness.

A tremendous shake sent large boulders tumbling down around him, and a large, looming shape emerged from the shadows. Zuma had half a mind to run away, or swim away in this case, but a few tentacles emerged from the darkness, just like the one that grabbed Coral.

Whatever this thing was, it took Coral, and he wasn’t about to leave her with it.

“Get back! Get back and let Coral go!” Zuma shouted, swinging Jeff wildly to try and scare the creature away.

“It’s okay, Zuma.” Zuma froze. That was Coral’s voice.

Coral emerged calmly from the darkness with the creature behind her.

“Coral! You’re okay!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine. Sherman gave me quite the scare, though.”

The large creature came closer, close enough for Jeff’s light to reveal it as a giant squid.

“Zuma, this is Sherman. He lives here in the ravine. He only grabbed me because he was curious about us and Jeff’s light.”

“Oh. Uh, hi, Sherman.” Zuma waved his paw nervously, and Sherman gave a friendly tentacle wave in response. “I, uh, guess you’ve never seen light before since you live so deep underwater.”

Sherman nodded, moving closer to get a better look at Jeff.

“Well, next time you get curious, maybe just ask instead of grabbing my friend out of nowhere and dragging her into the darkness like some kind of horror movie monster.”

Coral laughed, “Hey, let’s take a picture with Sherman before we go. I’m sure Cap’n Turbot would love to see this.”

After taking a few shots of Sherman, and a group photo with Sherman and Jeff, the two mer-pups waved goodbye and made their way back up to the surface, emerging from the water near where the Flounder was stationed.

“I think we’ve done enough exploring for one night.” Zuma concluded, “But we should do that again some time; maybe we can find a shipwreck or an underwater cave to explore.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Coral handed Zuma her camera to give to Cap’n Turbot. “Guess I’ll see you next mer-moon. Tell Skye I said hi.”

“Will do. So long Coral, see you in the sea!”

“See you in the sea!”

#Zuma Week 2024 #ZumaWeek2024 #Zuma Appreciation Week #paw patrol #paw patrol zuma #zuma paw patrol #Justice For Zuma

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d0nks7 · 3 months ago

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nights that we needed

william whitelaw x mom!reader

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you got pregnant with aurora your senior year of highschool, to will, whom you met two weeks into the last quarter. it's definitely not how you imagined life would go, but you also wouldn't change it for the world.

you got into umich and met nick when he was trying to copy your notes. he wasn't the best at hiding it either, but if it wasn't for him being terrible at studying, you probably wouldn't have any friends here.

now it's your sophomore year, and the only downside is that none of the little friend group you created knows you have a kid still.

you've been dodging hangouts left and right, making up excuses to get out of them. aurora goes to daycare while you go to class, and so far, everything has been going smoothly.

or it was, anyway. you wake up to an animated call from the daycare, saying that it's canceled today, which means you have to take her to class, and nick is about to find out about her.

you get up, get both of you ready, and drive to class. nick isn't there when you walk in, but most days he comes right at the last minute.

you choose a seat further in the back so that if aurora gets fussy you can leave without disrupting anyone.

nick walks in and scans the room, realizing you aren't in your usual spot, but eventually, he finds you. he makes his way over, freezing when he sees aurora sitting next to you.

"woah..." is all he says, but you can already tell he's putting it together. "since when do you have a kid?"

"uhm.. a year and a half now."

nick blinks a few times, like he's trying to process the information but his brain is short-circuiting. he looks at you, then at aurora, then back at you.

"you- what?" he finally blurts out, dropping his bag onto the floor. "how did i not know?"

you shrug, bouncing aurora's car seat gently with your foot. "i mean, i wasn't exactly advertising it."

nick runs a hand through his hair as he sits down in the seat next to you. "no kidding." he whispers, “how did you manage to keep this a secret? like, yeah, you disappeared sometimes, but i thought you were just busy. not, y'know, being a mother."

"i don't know. it wasn't easy, but i didn't want people to treat me differently. i wanted to figure things out first before telling anyone."

"is the dad..."

you shake your head. "not in the picture."

"wait, so all the times you bailed on movie nights? the sudden 'family emergencies'? the 'really bad headaches'?"

"i was just home with her."

"unreal" he says, looking back down at her.

class goes on, and you're jotting down notes for both of you since nick is more focused on watching aurora than keeping up with the professor.

you hear aurora start to fuss and glance down at the car seat, seeing her little face scrunch up as she stirs.

she starts to cry and you quickly unbuckle her, lifting her into your arms.

you grab a bottle from the diaper bag and give it to her, and she immediately quiets.

nick's eyes widen as he watches you, clearly still processing the fact that he's now friends with an actual mom.

you try to continue taking notes with one hand, but your paper keeps sliding all over the place.

nick nudges you. "i'll hold her."

you nod, carefully transferring aurora into his arms.

nick looks down as he awkwardly cradles her. "this is crazy."

you go back to taking notes, and nick doesn't take his eyes off aurora. his expression softening as he watches her, now content with her bottle.

class ends, and you start packing up your bag. "you can put her in the car seat if you want."

nick shakes his head. "i don't trust myself. i'll let you do it."

"okay." you finish packing everything up, put the bottle in the diaper bag, and take aurora from nick, buckling her into the car seat and covering her with a blanket.

"do you want to hang out?" he asks, his voice way quieter than usual.

you hesitate, glancing at him. you aren't ready to face the whole friend group and their questions. “yeah… but at my apartment. i'm not ready to tell the others yet."

"okay, that's fine," nick replies, standing up too. "do you want me to carry her?"

"if you want to, just be careful."

"i will." he tells you, picking up the car seat, and the two of you walk out.

#william whitelaw #william whitelaw x reader #william whitelaw x mom!reader #umich hockey #umich boys #whitey 💙#hockey #nights that we needed au

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losergirlfaye · 4 months ago

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Thinking about you - Faye Webster

I NEED TO TELL THIS TO SOMEONE OMG,

lately, well it was around the second week of December to be exact, my close friend sent a 'heyyy Faye : smirk:' and that was so sus and sent another one later but now with a screenshot of a photo of me and someone responding to that photo with 'omg crushie'. obviously wth???? In what day and age would any of her friends like me??? She's the type to be with really cool, smart, and popular people. omg, which one of her friends like me??? I could think of two people, the first being someone taken, and the latter a really cool guy with a past relationship with a goddess. AND LIKE woah, no way cool guy would like me...

THE FOLLOWING DAY HE FOLLOWS ME ON INSTAGRAM. which in all honesty raises my suspicion of him to the highest suspect, because??? why now of all time omg. Days go by with no thought about it because who needs to think about that when you're praying animal crossing!!!

Then I and my friends went out for coffee since it was December and we hadn't hung out in a yearrrrr, we went out and chatted, and then the topic of my admirer came up, omg this was so nerve-racking because I felt like I know who it is, but I don't want to come as too excited!!!!! My other friend, who had no clue who it was started guessing people like crazyyyy, he even mentioned cool guy but said something about being gay or smth idk, and brushed him off! We hadn't hung out after that time because I kept flaking on them huhu/

The second semester started on the first day, I greeted my friend and her classmates one of my friends and cool guy's friend said 'Hey, greet him too' AND POINTED AND HIM OMG. At that point it was so obvious. ofc I consulted another friend of mine in my class and the first thing they asked me was 'Would you accept their confession' woah! crazy! idk if he actually likes me or not!!!

THEN BOOM another hang-out with friends, I actually made a point to show up since really, I've been flaking on them and I wanted to see them ofc. When me and my friend were alone together she came out to me and said, 'apperently he doesn't like you anymore, so I'm going to say who it is' AND REVEALED WHO IT WAS and the reason he didn't like me was because his grandparents didn't like my dad?? my dads well know, but like?? why would he grandparents know about me??? wth!!

thought about it long and hard, still thinking about it, like the hangout literally happened 3 weeks ago AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

recently we had lunch together - my friends, and he was there to drive us!! omg he sat in front of me and like honestly idk. He also chatted to me about how our parents know each other since his dad and my dad went to the same school, like woah such a small world, but like wth!!! didn't you allegedly say your grandparents don't like my dad, BUT ALSO his father made a point to meet with my dad during his first year in my school!! woah.... okayyyy....

still thinking about it :/// honestly I should give background, I first saw cool guy during our department acquaintance party, he sat with my friend since they were close and honesty to God my first thoughts about him were "Woah he's so cool, I wonder if I could make him like me" Like I was crazyyyy my gosh and he's been at the back of my mind since then, I don't mind him, I think I mind myself more, Hes really cool and really normal, a good student, christ-loving and a decent person. which!!! like I'm not any of those wth! at least I know I'm pretty but with a rotten personality and crazy interest... sometimes I wish I was normal so that maybe I would be right for him...

butttt, I should honestly let go, its been like weeks, and nothing really has happened, but I don't think I can stop thinking about it lol, it would be at the back of my mind as a 'what if' moment, even as a friend I think I would be content haha!!!

thats like, is the reason I made this blog here, its nice to write and reflect on shit.

#LoserFaye #Help #HowDoICope

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crowhyun · 6 months ago

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Hi crow!! Just saw ur replies and im really glad things are going well in ur life! Cant imagine the stress youd hv to go through in the medical field and premed 😵‍💫😵‍💫, mad respect for that. But i do hope youll be able to enjoy it! Hope everything goes smoothly!

Now... OMG SJSJSJKDKSKSNKDKEKKEKSES absolutely cannot wait for u to post AKAHAHHAJJSHSJAKHJDK i will be counting the seconds to tmr. I so glad i came back on tumblr just in time for this, cant imagine missing it. Its deffo been awhile since ive read ffs or anyt in general so im rly rly rly looking forward to it!

Also im rly rly happy to hear that u want to continue AI taehyun and that u hv ideas in ur mind for it. I do rly love angst so im looking forward to it even more!!! Ill be waiting patiently for u to post it and i will savour it sweetly when u do 😁😁

I like how u used the word fated in ur reply bc i rly do believe in fate most times. Theres j wayyy too many crazy things in life that happens "coincidentally" and its rly hard to believe sometimes. Like how??? Sometimes life does some crazy things that throws u off ur tracks but it ultimately shows u another path. So i like to call it fate. I rly love the idea of fate and destiny bc life is rly uncontrollable and unpredictable and sometimes only fate is the answer behind it.

Im glad that we're fated in some kind of way. It rly is fate. From discovering ur works, to creating a new acc and now getting back to being more active on tumblr again. There j isnt an answer behind how this could've happened. So i would just like to say, its fate.

Also sort of a tmi, but the reason i love the idea of fate so much is actually bc of an anime movie "your name" i loveddd this movie so so much and it sorta revolves around fate, and the red string of fate that kept the 2 main characters intertwined and connected. Dk if u rmb but txt once released a jpnese song called "Ito", which means string/ thread. It talks about how we'll always be connected by fate and we'll forever be intertwined. I loved it so so much because it made me think of that movie and it rly just felt like fate that txt, a grp i loved released a song that resonates with a movie i loved greatly. Also 0x1's jpnese mv used comets in it which plays a key role in "your name". Theres j so many things that just seems like fate.

Woah yapped alot here, but again rly looking forward to ur work! I hope ull be able to work on it freely and smoothly, that everything goes well and u enjoy the process of writing it and the end product! Rly rly happy to hear ull try to be more active again, and I'll definitely drop by more often knowing that! Also, i think its been awhile since uve had a new anon and i hv no idea if ure still taking them, but if u are, dym if i be ☄️ anon 🥹🥹. I think the comet means so so much to me and the fact that u brought up fate made me rly think it is fate that we're able to meet despite always being inactive. Another crazy long msg i hope u like them 🥹🥹🥹, but again lots of love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

☄️ anon (if u dont mind :))

HIIIIII i'm so sorry for answering this late, I haven't been on tumblr bcs these last two weeks of the semester are kicking my ass and my anxiety has been skyrocketing :( though, I'm getting through it

and YES, I really believe in fate, too! Whether it be god, the universe, or something else, fate is one of the things I full heartedly believe in. I'm not exactly religious, but I am a bit spiritual, and I also do tarot readings. Tarot has a lot of mixed reactions and beliefs as a divination source, but I think that rather than there being a spirit talking to me through the cards, it's fate. I do a lot of readings for my mom, and even though I forget what the cards say after doing the readings, she remembers and it's insane how the cards are always right T.T the cards fall out of the deck due to fate. Sometimes, it has be wondering if the future is already set in stone.

I've also finished watching Attack on Titan, and the future being set in stone is kinda the premise of the show if you haven't watched it. The ending also made me super depressed, and I know that I should stop watching depressing anime, but it's so good and I think a toxic trait of mine is that I like the feeling it gives me. Like, I like being sad. Idk lol.

Also, with writing, I think I found out the reason why I stopped. For one, I've kind of lost interest in TXT and kpop as a whole. I still listen to the music often, but I don't keep up with the news as much as I used to. Another thing is that watching certain things like AOT, I always wonder if I'll ever be able to create something as powerful and heart wrenching as something like that. Something to move people and have them thinking about it for years after. And due to my insecurities, I don't believe I can do that. So, every time I write, I feel like I've lost my touch, or that what I'm writing isn't meaningful enough. Tbh, I don't think it's that serious, because at the end of the day, I should enjoy what I write, even if it's not some huge hit that inspires people. I just have to fully convince myself of that.

but OMG, I haven't gotten a new anon in a really long time! I don't know what ever happened to my old anons, but I hope they're still out there lolol. You can def be ☄️ anon, and I'm so glad you asked!!!

#crowhyun answers #☄️ anon

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months ago

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NO BECAUSE WHERE IS THE REBOOT??? My devastation when I heard that the anime wouldn’t continue because it was just manga promo…please….i need MORE

Wait a mint green would actually be so nice…lowk id love to see a sea foam green too or a light red…(this sounds odd but i do mean a light red and not pink LMAOO kinda like a slightly salmon leaning color? But not sendous LOL) also Aryus color being champagne gold always cracks me up because it really just looks like light brown

Bro fr has the entire App Store downloaded I just know it….like literally any game to kill time im sure he’s tried at least once

LMAOO I’ll be hyped up either way those two are also my favs…I love misadventures LMFAO sprinkling in a little crack with the story

SHSHS YEAH like just look at Raichi on BM he’s lucky he even got an offer…I think generally defenders just don’t stand out esp given the premise of bllk existing to create the best striker…having aiku on Ubers definitely helped spotlight the defensive characters though, probably since he’s already got an established rep as defender!

I’m very excited to see who hehe…also WOAH LMAOO Wait that is tiny by Mira standards (this is a crazy thing to say because usually I see 1k and go omfg that’s so long) your “shorter” fics slap too though I remember reading your Isagi work too and thinking it was so cute like I don’t even like Isagi but that was a good read

LMAOOO I wonder what inspo will strike you for those vague prompts…let’s see what tiktok throws you this time

I love being updated on your requests/inbox but OMG GAGAMARU??? You’ve truly become the side character safe haven omg watch just watch you’re gonna get another crazy side character next (imagine Nanase or kurona req next)

Ok pause wait 1) WHOS THE CENSORED NAME?? *** ****** the only thing I could think of was itoshi sae/rin but there’s no way right….unless I counted wrong or misread and this isn’t BLLK related 2) ok hear me out imagine Oliver aiku 5th wingman….maybe he along w yuki are the ones who finally make it work because aiku pushes y/n to do the boldest shit LMAO

- Karasu anon

I NEED MORE SHINAH omg in the early days of this blog it was ALWAYS shinah themed LMAOAAO it was so cute too!! i like the nagi theme more plus bllk is life but one day i’ll probably go back to the shinah theme just because he’s one of my og bfs HAHAH been in love w him for years 😩

YES it’s hilarious that aryu is supposedly to be all flashy and glam but he just looks beige which is such a typically boring color 😭 and yes like a peachy salmony color would be really fun!! and ooh seafoam that would be GORG i’m hoping the rest of the ng11 have cool color auras because so far sae and lorenzo have been cool (kaiser is boring but the blue aura + gold hair kinda eats so he gets a pass) okay wait also i just checked the wiki and LORENZO has black hair plus purple eyes?? so my prayers have been answered but not necessarily in the form of a character i actually want 😰

nagi’s just like me fr (downloads random puzzle games that come up in adds while he’s on different puzzle games, is obsessed with them for a week, and then never plays them again unless his wifi is out or something)

no like between chigiri and barou you cannot go wrong both are so good in opposite ways LMAOAO it’ll be fun regardless!! i’m excited although i have a couple of other things to clear out before i get to those

POOR RAICHI even like hiori and karasu are honestly pretty low!! given how much they’ve been contributing 😰 and yeah aiku having an established rep as a defender + lorenzo literally being a defensive ng11 definitely means ubers defense has way more of a chance to shine than on other teams imo!!

i participate in fic inflation 😩 like after you write a 41k word one shot everything is going to seem short compared to that (although this one is a bit of a special case hehe you’ll see i’m almost done with it!!) and YESS the isagi fics 🥹 pls i can’t even lie though i think my fav part of the isagi fics is the nagi chigiri bachira cameo at the end where they’re bribing nagi LMAOO

oh TRUST i will be scrolling tik tok before writing those two hehe saving them until the end because they have the highest likelihood of getting extensive 😭 nah but imagine i write a MASSIVE kiyora fic and literally nobody even knows who bro is i think that’ll be like a bllk fandom hall of fame moment or smth

YESS GAGAMARU basically i had posted before starting my rewatch that i wondered what character i’d end up liking this time (spoiler alert nagi) and someone commented hoping it was gagamaru because they wanted more content for him…so i was like well it wasn’t gagamaru BUT please req for him because i am happy to provide content!! LMAOAO omg kurona req idek what i’d write for it he gives me such little sibling vibes…trust i’d make it work though

unfortunately…it was in fact…rin itoshi…EEK i also saw a rlly good sae one and for a moment i was sososo scared i was going to become an itoshi lover but then like a savior my fyp blessed me with the most glorious scrumptious AMAZING barou edit followed by a magnificent nagi edit and THEN an otoya + aiku edit (to womanizer hehe i was lowkey giggling at it but out of humor as much as like “omg otoya 🤭”) so i think we are safe…at least i hope we are…

LMAOOO omg aiku and yukimiya team up??? i was thinking that for aiku to work as a problematic but funny bestie the only love interests that would make sense are barou, yukimiya, karasu, and sae because those are the only ones in his relative age group (shidou and kaiser too but kaiser is so far removed from aiku it wouldn’t make sense and shidou + aiku just doesn’t feel right in my mind)…wait actually okay you know what would be SO funny is like a shy reader who ends up working with otoya on a project or something and develops a fat crush on him so she goes to aiku for help in matching otoya’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 and it’s just him giving her the WORST advice meanwhile otoya also has a crush on her so he goes to karasu and yukimiya for help transforming into a lover boy 😭 so we end up with the reader being like a massive bitch and playing hard to get meanwhile otoya is bringing her flowers and curating playlists for her FJKSDNSKAK craziest possible dynamic

#answered asks

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absolutepokemontrash · 4 years ago

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ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me fankids #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC

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rothjuje · 3 years ago

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Less than 16 days left in Texas.

There are so many parts to moving (going through and getting rid of stuff, selling this house, market research, finding the next house, buying the next house, saying goodbyes) that the 3.5 in between weeks from leaving TX and arriving in Georgetown have been overlooked. But to be fair we didn’t know they wanted a rent back until they had already accepted our offer.

We priced out air bnbs but there are a few issues. First we still need to be within 90 minutes from Justin’s job for him to commute. Second, it’s summer, so a lot of places are already booked for certain days or weeks and we want a continuous stay for George and the cat. Third, service fees for 3.5 weeks are woah. It’d be cheaper/easier at this point to stay in a hotel. Not quite sure how that will work but it’s temporary so we’ll figure it out.

In positive news, helping my friend house hunt has made me appreciate Georgetown even more. It’s so close to his work, it’s (much) closer to the water and Maine than Groton was and it’s almost as pretty. It feels more remote than most other places we looked at (a positive) but is still close to everything. I think Georgetown is a perfect landing spot. I’m not as worried about the house, talked to a few people and apparently it’s not that weird to not have a master bathroom out there. And apparently it doesn’t affect the septic tank to add a bathroom, so adding one wouldn’t be as challenging as previously thought. But I also don’t think we’d need one, the kids’ bathroom is right outside the master bedroom. Had a lot of people confirm that the lack of AC isn’t a huge deal, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was 97 on a day we were there in May. Justin cannot be soothed on the AC front because climate change freaks him out. But he runs cold so he’ll probably be fine. We could always put a window unit in the master or install ceiling fans.

I am a little sad about chickens not being allowed. I wanted to make an incubator and hatch chicks with the kids in the spring. Sigh. We could get a pig or two. Or a tortoise. Perhaps goats? I don’t know. Their laws are written so weirdly. It says no grazing animals but per the internet a goat is a browsing animal, not a grazing one. I don’t even like goats, but I do like options. It says something about 2 swine allowed on less than 5 acres, but why on earth would they allow pigs and goats but not chickens??? Goats are destructive and pigs stink. Sigh.

I’m not ready for any new pets anyway. Honestly, it’s been so crazy since the twins were born. I’d like to focus this next year on getting everyone adjusted and thriving. I want to explore the area and make memories. Maybe in a few months we can rip out the carpet downstairs (living room, guest room/playroom, hallway) and replace with wood floors.

I also want to focus more on growing our own food. I want each kid to have their own garden bed, I want to start composting and researching the best method, and I would like to get a greenhouse. And thinking of the yard, I would like to build a tree house for the kids. We had a couple growing up and there is just something magical about them.

I really like the layout of the new house. Office and library will be in the finished basement. 4th bedroom is downstairs and will be the playroom/guest room. We will probably get another pull out sofa for the basement. Living room, kitchen and dining are also downstairs. Upstairs has two massive rooms and a third good sized one. And the fun blue bathroom. I am excited that our bedroom will be relatively close to the kids’ rooms. Here they are on the other side of the house and I hate how far they are.

So. Lots to look forward to. Now to survive the next few weeks...

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oliverleefanfics · 3 years ago

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Tommy Wants to Fight

This is a Triple Frontier fic heavily inspired by the Badflower song Johnny Wants to Fight

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Plus Size Reader - Reader described as she/her with female anatomy

Warnings: Abusive Boyfriend, Cheating, Mentions of a Possible Rape

AO3 Link - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2644687

Hey, Tommy, it's Benny. I heard some shit's been going down with your girl. I'm really sorry to hear that man, that sucks. But hey, look, if you're not doing anything tonight, we’re all going out, the usual place. We'll have some drinks, meet some girls, start some fucking trouble maybe, fuck, I don't know. Should be a good time though, man. Might help you forget about your situation. Well, hit me back if you wanna come out, peace brother.

Santiago pulls his phone from his pocket and types something out before returning the phone to his pocket. When Pope looks up Frankie is looking at him with an eyebrow raised. The dark haired man subtly shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer.

“So what happened with your girl, man?” Benny’s beer sloshes as he clumsily gestures in Tom’s direction. The five men have been at the bar awhile, a decent crowd has formed since they first arrived. Will and Ben have gotten pleasantly buzzed, while Santi and Frankie, being the dd’s for the night, have only had a couple of beers. Where Tom has gotten very drunk and shows no signs of slowing down. No one’s surprised, it’s far from an unusual occurrence, and given the circumstances it’s to be expected.

Tom had been slouched in the old rickety bar chair but he had sat straight up at the question, his anger reignited. Everybody at the table quietly regrets the question being asked, even Benny himself.

“Man, fuck that bitch. She had it so good with me and she has the nerve to cheat! On me!” Redfly drunkenly stabs his finger into his chest, gesturing to himself.

“Damn, she cheated?” Will asks, honest shock in his voice. Earlier attempts to broach the subject had been met with, “Who cares, fuck that bitch”.

Tom scoffs and takes a big chug of his whiskey. “Crazy right?” It is a surprise, everybody had loved you when they met you a couple weeks ago at Pope’s house. You didn’t seem like the type, nor did they see any sign you were unhappy.

Pope is relaxed back in his chair, legs spread wide. Sat across from him is Ironhead holding a similar relaxed position, while Redfly is sat to the blonde's right and Benny is at the head of the table between his brother and Santiago.

Frankie, who is sitting on Pope’s left, gives the dark haired man the same raised eyebrow when Pope asks, “Do you know with who?”

“No, but when I find out I’m gonna kill that motherfucker!” It’s not just the alcohol turning Tom’s normally pale face red anymore. The two generally more ‘level headed’ of the bunch, William and Frankie, share a look of concern. “You know, I thought I’d try something different, play it safe and date beneath me for once.”

“Woah, she seemed great, man”, Benny argues.

“Well, yeah she’s fine but I mean, she’s fat. But that’s why I went for her, more likely to be faithful and shit.”

Frankie, Will, and Benny shift uncomfortably in their seats, while Santi retains his relaxed posture. The only change in his position is the clenched fists restring on his thighs.

“I wanted the opposite of the last girl. Damn, she was hot as fuck. But this one ended in the same way! God, I put up with her whiny bitching for a month, for what?! For her to just go and cheat! I still don't understand how she could do that! I mean who the hell is even fucking her, she fucking sucks in bed too!”

Pope shrugs and says, “Well, somebody obviously disagrees with you, man. How’d you find out, anyways?”

“Santiago.” Frankie sternly whispers only loud enough for Pope to hear.

“She came by apparently to break up with me but her neck looked like she’d been mauled by a freaking animal there were so many marks!” Santiago chokes on his beer and starts coughing.

Frankie starts smacking his back and asks, “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, went down the wrong pipe”, Pope replies, his voice horse.

Once his coughing fit is over he looks up and watches three very distinct looks cross Redfly's face. The first is a look of contemplation, the second is realization, and the third finale one, a look of pure unadulterated rage.

Something must’ve gave me away.

Tom jumps up, the veins on his neck popping out. “You son of bitch!”

Pope, already on the defensive, stands with him. Frankie is up and around the table in an instant, grabbing a hold of Tom. Will and Benny are quick to help Fish, even though they have no clue what’s happening.

“Tom-“ Pope tries but Tom is quick to cut him off.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Spit flies out of Tom’s mouth, spraying across the table, some drops landing on Pope’s forearms.

Santiago, never one to back down and looking for something to assuage his guilt, spreads his arms out and says, “Let’s go outside then, right now. Let’s give everyone a show.”

Tom tries to lunge across the table but fortunately the grip the three men have on him holds.

“Santiago, irte ahora(leave now).” Francisco’s stern tone leaves no room for arguing. Pope takes a breath, gives a slight nod to Frankie, grabs his coat from the back of his chair and leaves the bar.

He’s calling you as soon as he’s pulling out of the parking lot.

“Santi-“

“He knows.”

“Shit.”

Three Days Prior

Thunderstorms just aren’t the same after being in combat. Santiago is trying to distract himself with a book when he thinks he hears a knock. He pauses to listen, and he hears it again. Pope gets up and looks out his front window. He’s shocked to see Tom's girlfriend standing on his porch. Pope quickly goes to his door, unlocking it before opening it. You’re standing there soaked from the rain and from the light on his porch he can tell you’re crying. It's a stark difference from when he met you a couple of weeks ago in this same spot. You had come over to his house with Tom for a barbecue.

“Pope, I’m sorry, I know we don’t really know each other and Tom’s your friend but I didn’t know where to go and-.” Your words rush out and blur together.

“Hey, hey, come in. You’re fine, come in.” Santiago gently grabs your arm and pulls you into the entry. Pope closes the door behind you and re locks it. He turns around and you’re standing awkwardly in his entry way shivering. You look miserable and Santi is frozen.

He’s not sure what to do, he’s never been good at the comforting thing and you seem to be in shock. It sounds like it might have to do with Tom but he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries by asking. He’ll let you tell him if you want. Well, his first priority should be getting you warm and dry. He slowly reaches out his hand and makes sure to talk softly. He wants to get your attention, not startle you.

“Hey, why don’t you hop in the shower to warm up? Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll throw them in the dryer?” You just nod as you take off your shoes and then let him lead you to his bathroom.

“Towels are right there. I’ll be back when I hear the shower on and grab your clothes from outside, ok?” Santi talks quietly again, you just nod again and close the door.

You go through the motions and strip down, opening the door just enough to set your wet clothes down, everything but your underwear. Then you turn on the shower, high heat, and let steam fill the bathroom before stepping into the shower. You stand there for a minute or two before you start to sob. Everything is catching up to you and you need a release. Eventually, you calm down and debate getting out but it feels weird not cleaning yourself in the shower. It also wouldn’t hurt to wash this awful day away, so you grab Popes shower gel. You’re not surprised it smells amazing, you remember him hugging you the first time you met and thinking he smelled great.

You finish washing and get out of the shower. You grab one of Pope’s surprisingly soft towels and start to dry off. You pause to wipe the mirror and look at your reflection. God, you look awful. It’s very obvious you’ve been crying and you just look so sad.

That’s it, you’re going to go back over to Tom’s in the morning and break up with him. He should be sober by then, you can grab what little you have at his place and tell him you’re done. A knock startles you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, I’m going to leave a shirt out here for you while your clothes dry. I’m sorry I have nothing else for you to wear but…” You can’t help but laugh as Santi trails off awkwardly.

“It’s fine. You’re so small, Pope, are sure the shirt will even fit.”

“I am not small, I’m fun sized!” Santi jokes through the door and you laugh. “ But yeah, the shirt is actually Will’s so you should be fine.”

“Okay, thank you, Pope. For, um, everything.” You tell him sincerely.

“Hey, of course. I’ll be in the living room, I got a blanket waiting for you.” You hear him walk away and open the door a smidge to grab the shirt.

You throw the black band tee on and laugh. Pope said it was Will’s but it definitely smells like him. You bet he sleeps in the t-shirt cause it’s baggy on him, the thought is surprisingly adorable. You throw your underwear on and exit the bathroom.

Popes sat down on his couch leaned forward, elbows on his knees while his hands rub his face. “What the hell am I doing? ‘Hey just come out here with just a shirt on. You can cover up with a blanket, it’ll be totally fine.’ It’s fine, this is Tom’s girlfriend, I’m just being a good friend. Just don’t be your normal flirty self, Pope. Even though you wanted her the second you met her. God, get yourself together. It’s Tom’s girlfriend.”

The bathroom door opening stops Santi’s self ranting. He quickly sits back and picks up his long abandoned book, trying to appear casual. He clears his throat when you approach the back of the couch, “I’ll close my eyes, you can sit down and cover up. No peeping, scouts honor”.

He saluts and you snort. You walk around the couch, grabbing the soft grey knit blanket before settling down on the opposite side of the couch as Pope.

“You were in the scouts? You can look now.” Pope chuckles.

“No, but the army’s close enough, right?.” Pope looks over at you and, fuck if his heart doesn’t skip. It’s still obvious you’ve been crying and you’re definitely not happy looking. Though, he thinks you don’t look quite as miserable as when you first showed up at his door, you look more resigned now. But god, if you aren’t still gorgeous as ever, his lamp casting you in a soft golden light.

You’re leaning back against the arm of the couch, curled up as much as you can, facing Pope. He’s framed by the lamp light behind him, his hair is all messed up like he’s been running his hands through it. It’s longer than you remember it being, his curls more prominent, a stubborn strand falling across his forehead. It’s a good look, goes well with his five o’clock shadow. Probably, not something you should notice when you’re here hiding from your boyfriend. It’s hard not to notice Santiago’s handsomeness, you realized that when you met him last week.

Silence falls between you and there’s a little bit of awkwardness now. More so because Santi really wants to ask what’s wrong, and you want to tell him but you don't know how to start, not because it’s awkward being here together. No, you both feel comfortable in each other’s presence, probably too comfortable since one of you is not single and dating his close friend.

“Tom’s a dick.” Pope sputters at your blunt statement. You didn’t mean that to be the first thing you blurted out but well, it’s the first thought you had.

“Yeah, he really can be.” Sant sighs out and you’re shocked. You thought he’d immediately come to his friend's defense. “He didn’t use to be so bad, the army really fucked with him. What did he do?”

“He got drunk, and told me to come over. I didn’t realize he was drunk till I got there and…” You hesitate, and Pope’s even more concerned now. He leans toward you and rests his hand on your knee, catching your eyes with his.

“Did he hurt you?” The low, threatening seriousness in Santi’s tone surprises you. It also does something else to you, you’re not ready to admit. You quickly shake your head to assuage his concern. He leans back, relaxing again.

“Not physically, no… but I was worried he would, that’s why I ended up fleeing his place. He’s been an asshole a lot but something was different tonight. Something that really scared me, Pope.” Santi quietly cusses.

“He needs help. He’s the only one of us still refusing to get help. I don't think he’s hit his rock bottom yet, like we have. I’m really sorry you’ve ended up with his shit, cariño.” The endearment slips out and Pope looks down, hiding his blush. Your face warms and you stop a small smile from appearing.

“You don’t need to apologize for him. He’s a grown ass man that needs to get his shit together.” You let out a long weary sigh before continuing.

“You know, I think he just got with me because he thought I wouldn’t leave him. Like, he could do whatever and I’d just deal with it. And, fuck, he ended up being right. I have so much confidence and I never give a shit what any man says.”

“Tom just started out so fucking nice. He took me on these sweet dates and got me little gifts. I’ve never felt the way I did those first couple of weeks. Then he started to change, he would make little comments here and there. I’d tell him they upset me, and he’d tell me that’s not what he meant. That I was being too sensitive, and if I took everything he said wrong how could he talk to me. I see now he was fucking gaslighting me like crazy. God, what he did really got under my skin and had me starting to believe his bullshit.

“At first, he was so sweet and he’d compliment me all the time. But that stopped and then he started getting drunk around. That’s when he really got nasty. His favorite thing to tell me is how fat I am and how lucky I should be he’s with me. How he can’t believe any would find me attractive. Tonight he told me he doesn’t even find me attractive and that’s why he always fucks me with the lights off.”

You let out a fake laugh as tears run down your face. Santi was sitting back letting you talk, while his fists clenched in anger. How could Tom treat you so badly? Say such bullshit to you? Tom always talks as if he thought the world of you. Pope leans towards you, using his thumbs to gently brush away your tears.

“You don’t deserve that, hermosa.” You lightly grab one of Santiago’s wrist.

“I know, Pope, I think I just got caught up in this whirlwind. He was the perfect boyfriend at first But then his true colors sstarted to show and he turned into this fucking monster. I still can’t believe I didn’t realize how miserable I am with him.” Pope leans back a bit and grabs your hands, resting them in your lap. You take a deep breath and look down before continuing. You talk so quietly, that he holds his breath to listen to you.

“And then yesterday I found out he's been cheating on me. I confronted him but he just kept denying it. Then tonight he asked me to come over to explain. I got there and he was drunk, said he wanted to ‘make it up to me’. I thought he was going to hurt me. He didn’t want to listen to me when I said no and… I had to leave, go some place I felt safe.” Pope’s furious yet extremely pleased you thought of him and his place as being safe.

“Shit, hermosa, I’m so fucking glad you did come here. I didn’t realize he had gotten so bad, that he would even think of-“. Santi can’t even voice the thought, just as you couldn’t before. “We’ll talk to him, me and the boys.” You nod and meet his eyes again.

“Thank you, Santi.” Damn, that’s the first time you’ve called him anything but Pope and it does things to him. “I think you should, but I’m still going to break up with him. I don't love him and even if he changed, got better, I couldn’t go back to him.” Pope nods.

“Of course, and I’ll be here for you, the rest of the guys too, you’re our friend now too.” You start crying again and tackle Pope into a fierce hug that takes his breath away. He’s quick to return the hug, and his hands rub your back comfortingly.

“Thank you.” You whisper breathily in his ear and he shivers. He knows there’s no way you didn’t feel that.

You pull back and realize in your haste to hug him the blanket has fallen onto the floor. Pope doesn’t even think before he’s looking down at the strip of belly peeking out the bottom of your shirt, down to your underwear and continuing down your bare thighs. Pope's hand slowly reaches out and caresses your thigh. Fuck, you’re so soft under his touch, and his soft but calleused hands feel amazing on your skin.

You cup his cheek, running your thumbs across his scratchy stubble. Santi grips your thick thigh and shifts his whole body closer until your legs are pressed against each other’s. His other hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, and your hand splays against his chest.

“Santi, we shouldn’t.” You whisper as you lean your head towards his.

“I know, but you know what, I don't care. He treated you so bad, baby. Let me show you how you deserve to be treated. Let me worship you, carino.” Santiago whispers back.

All the reasons not to do this disappear as you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his. All of the consequences this is going to have should be present in Pope’s mind but all he can think about is how soft yet slightly chapped your lips are, and how perfectly they fit with his. Then you open your mouth more, your tongue caressing his, and now all he can think is how amazing you taste. He moans deep in his throat and your fervor increases. You think you could get addicted to his mouth, his taste.

You break the kiss, but rest your forehead on his. The both of you are panting and Santi huskily says, “let’s take this to bed, baby.” You nod against his head and he stands up. Pope grabs your hand and pulls you up so your front is pressed against his. He gives you a quick but deep kiss before leading you by hand to his bedroom.

#triple frontier #santiago x reader #santiago x plus size reader #plus size reader #reader insert #no use of y/n #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope Garcia x reader

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puffyducks · 9 months ago

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DCRC Week #12

This week we're taking a slight detour from the main chapters of PKNA to read the very first PKNA Special Issue: Missing! (Which came out in 1997 alongside the release of Silicon). This chapter is basically the equivalent of an anime OVA where we get to see the various characters just kinda hangin out and doin stuff outside the main plot, which I think is fun!!

Oh boy haha can't wait to see which of the colorful cast of characters we'll be focusing on fi-

OH NO

No cause like she fuckin got his ass here. I think if PKNA took place in 2024 then Angus Fangus would have a verified account on twitter and every time he posts about PK there would be people in his replies like "oh rent must be due" just roasting the shit out of him. And they would be right too.

Bro AI generated a photo of PK stealing ice cream from a child 😭

Woah dude that's crazy. Could you imagine like, an evil toy manufacturer? Like some sort of toy-based villain. Maybe one that hates video games and dresses like a clo-

DID HE JUST KILL HIMSE

oh nvm there was a balcony. dammit

THEY WHITEWASHED ZIGGY?!??!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO

See I TOLD you it was the anime OVA, they're at the beach and everything! Just look at that FANSERVICE!

I'm talking about Camera 9 in his little beach outfit btw. What did you think I meant? Lyla? What does this have to do with Lyla

So PK is missing and her first instinct is to go and check the jail 💀 I mean I can't say that he WOULDN'T get arrested by the time police I just think it's really funny

Screaming wait I love overly-confident Lyla

he's died

So Camera 9 won't talk to her and she PULLS A FUCKING GUN ON HIM. Cop moment.

...wait wasn't Camera 9 wearing shorts earlier? Where did his shorts go???

UNOOOOOOO HI UNO

"biological associate" is a really fancy way of saying your boyfrie

No cause like I'm obsessed with the resolution to this story. Dude kept his grudge for 250 years, get fucking owned Raider.

Bro shows up for two whole panels just so he can manspread and make a cheeky time reference. I'm exploding him with my mind.

AAAAAH EW OLD MAN JUMPSCARE shoutout to the picture of HDL though

WOW how lucky for Xadhoom to have found an entire thriving colony of her people!!! So happy for her :)

Also PK is there too for some reason

SHE'S SO HAPPY IT'S MAKING ME DEPRESSED

Yeahhhh they really didn't think this one through did they

WAIT THE NEPHEWS ARE HERE?? WHEN DID THEY GET BACK FROM AFRICA

WH- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS COMIC YET??

You gotta love them dedicating a story to two random Evronian goons and then having it end with both of them just being murdered by Xadhoom. Like they never EXPLICITLY say that Xadhoom is killing the Evronians when she fights them but we all know that's what she's doing right.

Gotta love Donald vanishing off the face of the Earth so he could fuck off to Tibet with Everett Ducklair 💀 Levitating would be a useful skill to have if he didn't like immediately forget how to do it after this oops

Anyways that's all for today. I really like the PKNA special issues they're all really fun and silly and nothing bad happens in them ever!! So look forward to reading the next one in uuuh idk like 10 more issues or something?

#dcrc #dcrc week 12 #paperinik #puffy dcrc

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retroellie · 4 years ago

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Ellie Williams as a mom

Summary: Ellie and Joel daughter!reader as moms <3

A/N: I’m not done with requests but this was in my head so i had to do it :) Also sorry i haven’t been active, i have literally had no motivation at all lmao.

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, mentions of miscarriage (not really but just incase)

Word count: 1.5K

- When you found out you were pregnant, oh my lord she was so excited. (Lets just say y’all were planning it so it’s not like the dina situation)

-You guys keep in on the down low for a minute just so you know your pregnant and your not gonna lose the baby

-It literally eats her up inside cause she wants to show you off

-Once you get past like 3 months, you can’t really hide it anymore so the first person you tell is your dad (Joel)

-Joel is so happy oml he could cry

-Than slowly everyone finds out, everyone loved you and ellie so this baby wasn’t just yours it was the community’s

-Everyone was happy for the two of you

-Ellie was the most excited though, she loved every single thing about you being pregnant

-She would caress your belly, giving it soft kisses while you tried to take a nap

-She would talk to your little belly too<3

-”Hey kiddo, it’s your mom. Well your other mom, hey i wonder how that would work?? Will they call us both mom.”

-”You know, you're gonna have the coolest family. You got your Granddaddy Joel, the coolest man ever. You have your momma, just like her daddy the coolest most badass woman you’ll ever meet.”

-”One day, when you get older. I’m gonna take you to the moon with me and of course your momma’s gonna come with us.”

-Everything you need she gets you, she wants to spoil both of her babies

-She loves seeing you pregnant but she hates the effects it has on you

-Your really tired all the time, your feet swell up sometimes, and the stomach aches you get

-Around 4 or 5 months you decide to get the farmhouse, y’all want your own space with each other and the baby

-Joel’s not really happy about it, he doesn’t want his babygirl to get hurt ya know

-”You guys can build a little farmhouse here in jackson, you know where there’s protection and your families here.”

-”Dad, I love it here but we need our own space. I want this kid to grow up independent, you never know what’s going to happen to me and ellie.”

-Joel can’t fight with you, he just gives in because it’s what you want and he wants you to be happy

-Plus he will most definitely do country boy things there because he’s a whore for a good farm house

-Moving out was hard for you, you had to say goodbye to your friends even if you do live literally 5 minutes from Jackson plus girl your pregnant; hormones are going crazy

-The whole town help you guys get situated, imaging that is so cute idc

-The pregnant sex in the farmhouse hits differently because your horny all the time and ellie just loves how sensitive you are because of the hormones

-I swear y’all have sex at least 3 times a day

-Morning sex, after breakfast sex, lunch sex, ‘this painting is tiring’ sex, before and after dinner sex, shower sex, before bed sex

-Maria is definitely planned a baby shower for y’all and she went full on out

-Obviously babies are born in Jackson often but it’s not every day when the town leader’s niece is having a baby, so it’s huge

-Joel gave you a crib he made, LORD IMMA CRY WAIT A MINUTE

-Everyone pitches in to give y’all something

-You and ellie decorate the nursery together, it’s definitely space themed idc

-Joel and tommy help too :) Joel helps paint the crib he made with stars and rocket ships

-It takes 5 days to complete but it’s so worth it

-The walls are painted dark blue with white little stars and your dad helped you make a little planet mobile

-By the time your 7-8 months you guys are mostly comfortable and happy, the house is almost done and the farm is growing little by little

-There’s still stuff to do around the house and it bothers you so you're always doing stuff

-Ellie hates it because mama you are literally about to pop and you still out here carrying pieces of wood upstairs

-”Baby, you gotta be careful or your gonna end up giving birth on the stairs” She jokes

-”I’m not incapable of doing things baby, i’ll be fine; plus it’ll build her muscles up, she’ll be okay.” You joke back

-Joel always told you that you were like your mom, never stopping even if your carrying another human in your stomach

-Around the end of 8 months you had decided to stay back at Jackson because you could go into labor at any time

-When you finally give birth it is the hardest thing you have ever done

-Your family is in the room with you and ellie is holding your hand, even throughout the pain you're still cracking jokes with ellie

-”Woah! Okay your hand is all the way inside”

-”Womb tour *sobs*”

-”If i go through all this pain for my baby to not like David bowie, i swear it’s going back in.”

-Ellie is literally dying of laughter

-She holds you hand the entire time and she gives you soft kisses

-When the baby finally get here, there is a wave of relief that comes over you

-You stay in Jackson for a little bit for a week or 2 until you guys can go back home

-Ellie does literally everything you need her to do because your still healing

-She will gladly stay in bed with you all day if you need her too

-She willingly gets up in the middle of the night with the baby just to let you sleep and it hurts her heart when she has to wake you up to breastfeed

-Speaking of breastfeeding, it makes her blush a little when your breastfeeding

-She finds it so hot when you parent, idk how to explain it but it just gets her going

-She also loves your mom bod, like your boobs got a lil more bigger and your hips got wider

-She just loves you as a mom, like she thinks you are so hot

-Ellie loves holding the baby, She’s so soft and small. She will never get over how pure she is

-Ellie will show her around the farm, showing her all the animals and making her giggle

-She’ll love to spend time with the baby, she’s such a good mommy i swear

-She will definitely make time for you of course

-You guys don’t even have to smash to feel satisfied, just 20 minutes alone with each other would be good enough for the both of you

-She loves when you call her mommy throughout the day

-”Well good morning mommy”

-”Does mommy wanna watch too.”

-It’s so soft and cute, ugh she’s just a big ole softy now

-Grandpa joel....that’s all

-He’d be such a good grandpa, he would spoil that child rotten

-He would tell you how to parent, as annoying as it could be sometimes you appreciate the help because you honestly have no idea what you're doing sometimes

-”You're patting her too softly, you have to do it a bit harder.”

-”Dad... I know what i’m doing.”

-”I know, i know. I just want her to get a good burp in, don’t we?” He said to the baby, smiling down at her

-Joel definitely babysits all the time, like he will straight up ask you if he could take your kid in for the night

-you and ellie let him, obviously y’all need a decent night of sleep and a night full of... you know ;)

-Ellie does yoga with you to help you get back in shape, ellie doesn’t think you need too because she loves your belly <3 (your beautiful babe :))

-But you just want to regulate your body back a little bit

-You guys and the baby would have little pinics together, they are so cute

-You have pictures upon pictures of the baby on the wall, like literally your baby has taken over the house

- Dancing with the baby obviously

-Ellie would read to the baby a lot, there has been countless times when she had fallen asleep in the rocking chair with the baby

-Ellie massages your boobies when they get sore from breastfeeding, she feels so bad :(

-Joel and Tommy make wooden toys for the baby, they get so excited to give them to the baby

-Her room is filled with toys from them and she is literally still an infant lmao

-OH AND TOMMY AS AN UNCLE(??) luckiest kid ever

-You both do farm work with the baby or one of you does farm work while the other keeps the baby from crying

-You guys won’t force your baby to play with barbies if she doesn’t want to

-but when she gets old enough ellie plans on taking her out in the city for practice of killing infected

-That scares you but your award you both have to prepare her for anything that happens

-But besides that y’all are the cutest parents and ellie deserves to be happy with her daughter :)

(Credits to gif owner)

#Ellie Williams #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #the last of us pt II #mom!ellie

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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Ignorant | Steve Rogers

Wow I was really going through it with this one, huh? I think I listened to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence for the entire two hours it took to write this. I never write this fast-- I'm really going through it LOL! I hope you enjoy lovelies! It's the first Steve fic for Dinner at DIzzy's!

Appetizers (Tags): Angst

Entres (Pairing): Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 3: “Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Notes: This has a ton of swearing, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 1.8k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean you have the right to be an asshole, Steve!” Y/n hisses at the man, fists balled at her side.

She’s not going to swing. She would never swing on him— at least she doesn’t think she would— but right now she’s so damn close. All day he’s been pushing her around, yelling at her for the slightest trip ups. Yelling at all of them. She understands that being fugitives isn’t easy but holy shit can the man chill out for five minutes? She fell asleep in the backseat of the car for five fucking minutes! Certainly that doesn’t warrant the hour tongue lashing she just got. It does, however, warrant her retaliation.

He takes a step towards her, face twisted in a snarl unlike anything she’s ever seen before. “Watch your language!”

She doesn’t back down— she’s not scared of him. “Don’t fucking yell at me then! Stop being a dick!”

She doesn’t feel bad for the insult or the way he flinches, his eyes darkening immensely. She had tried to politely ask him for space thirty minutes ago and he didn’t give her any. If he gets to blow off steam or whatever the fuck he’s doing than so will she.

“I’ll stop being a dick when you get some common sense!”

Steve’s raising his own voice now, getting right in her face, and she only pushes forward, her cheeks filling with heat and her stomach clenching painfully. The audacity of this man is incredible. His usual light eyes are a deep navy color now, almost black from his blown pupils. He looks crazy— she doesn’t doubt that she does as well. She would bet money that she looks insane.

“I fell asleep for five fucking minutes and Sam was right fucking next to me! What the fuck is your problem?” She’s doing it on purpose now— if he doesn’t want her to swear then that’s all she’s going to do.

Maybe it’s the triple F-bomb that has the sound of feet pounding against concrete echoing through their shoddy apartment. Maybe it’s just the yelling in general. Either way it’s a good thing that Natsaha and Sam come sprinting in from the other room of the two room complex because if they hadn’t then she’s sure her fist would be cracking against the jaw of Captain Douchebag right now.

“Woah, woah, woah— what the hell’s going on in here?” Sam is quick to get in the middle of them, pushing the super soldier to one end of the room while Nat yanks on y/n’s hoodie. “We could hear you idiots from the stairwell.”

Y/n struggles against Nat for a moment, vision tinted red at the edges. From across the room Steve glares at her, seething. She can practically feel the hatred pouring off of him. It stings at her chest, biting into her veins. He would have kept yelling at her if they hadn’t stopped him, she just knows it. She wishes he would so she could scream back— her stomach and muscles are still tight and she’s aching to lay into him some more. She barely even started and now she feels like she’s about to bubble over.

“Seriously—” Nat tugs again and y/n stops fighting, opting instead to glower at the blonde from across the room— “What’s gotten into you two? You’re supposed to be the responsible ones!”

Steve tears his arm from Sam’s hold but doesn’t clear the space between them. “Why don’t you ask y/n—” he tilts his head, sneering again— “What was it you said ten minutes ago? Oh yeah— apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Why that little fucking— “Don’t put fucking words in my mouth!”

She storms past Natasha, dodging her arm as it flies out— you’re not the only trained markswoman here Nat. Steve does the same, bowling past Sam easily to meet her in the middle of the room.

“Why not? It’s what you meant right?” He’s in her face again, breath hot on her face, and she only retaliates by fuming right back.

She feels like a dragon facing down her enemy— she’s ready to burn the entire building down if it means lowering him a peg or five.

“Actually it wasn’t but now it is you narcissistic dick.”

She can feel Natasha start to pull on her hoodie again but she’s not done— not now. Not when she’s just gotten started.

“You just can’t handle hearing the truth y/n— you can’t handle it when I tell you what you did was wrong. That you could have gotten us fucking killed with your ignorance—”

Her veins flood with fire, her lips curling into a painful scowl. In that moment everything turns slow, her heartbeat a dull thump, thump, thump in her ears, drowning out the rest of his sentence. The only thing that gives away that he’s still speaking is his mouth moving, his teeth bared and ready to be knocked out.

Oh so she’s ignorant now is she? Yeah well fuck you Rogers!

This time the only thing that stops her fist from slamming into Steve’s jaw is Sam catching it mid air, her knuckles slapping off his palm and bringing the sounds in the room rushing back to her at full force. She stumbles back with the impact but the soldier catches her, steadying her on her feet with a worried look in his soft brown eyes. It feels like she’s been underwater for days, her ears popping painfully as she gasps for breath.

“—s enough Steve!” When y/n blinks Nat is shoving her palm against the super soldier’s chest. “You need to back the hell off!”

She doesn’t realize until her eyelashes stick to her cheeks that they’re wet. That she’s crying. The sobs catch up to her when it registers, wracking through her with a force strong enough to have her whole body shaking. Sam is the first to notice, reaching out for her but she backs away, shaking her head. The room falls silent, three pairs of eyes now trained on her but she’s only looking at one pair of wide blue ones. Steve’s chest is heaving up and down, a cross between a feral and a confused look slathered across his features.

The look ignites the last of the dying spark inside her, her hand landing against her chest, wrapping around the dog tags hanging off her neck and yanking until she hears a snap. She waits for the chain to pool in her hands before she whips the metal across the room, hitting him square in the chest with a roar that’s more animal than human tearing from her throat— you wanted flames and now you’re going to get them.

“I’m ignorant? Me? Did you ever stop to ask yourself why the fuck I fell asleep today?” She slips her hands into her hair, tugging so hard on the roots that her scalp feels like it’s burning. “How about because last night you came back from scouting three hours late and looking like you got mauled by a fucking bear? And I asked you what happened and you wouldn't tell me a goddamn thing! You— Mister fucking super serum whatever the fuck! You just went to bed and I spent the rest of the night listening to you gasp for air! Not knowing if the shit was even working or if I was going to wake up to you gone! I—”

Her voice cracks and she curses, scraping her wrist across her face to wipe away some of the hot tears pooling down her cheeks. They feel like trails of lava melting her skin as they rush over her jaw and drip onto the floor. Steve’s face has morphed completely during the span of her rant, his mouth falling open, lips no longer busted open like they had been last night but still horrifying to look at right now. She knows he wants to say something— maybe he even wants to apologize— but there’s no fucking way she’s letting him. She’s not finished yet.

“I spent all night wondering if I was going to lose you! That I would wake up and have nothing! You’re my everything and I thought you were going to die and you wouldn’t tell me anything. So yeah, I guess I’m ignorant! Fuck you too.”

Her throat is raw by the time she’s done spitting the words at him, her head fuzzy from a lack of oxygen and her waning rage. It’s giving way too quickly to sadness— to the agonizing kind of heartbreak that has all her organs seemingly shutting down. Her face is sticky and itchy and she needs to get away from him right now.

She turns to meet the stunned faces of Sam and Nat, swallowing hard and wincing at the way her esophagus stings. She’s not going to have a voice at all tomorrow— or for the next week at this rate. Sam’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head from how wide they are, his mouth open but— like Steve— no words are coming out. She flicks her eyes to Nat who, thankfully, springs into action, nodding her head to the door, the question clear in her eyes— want to get the fuck out of here? Y/n doesn’t answer, she just starts walking.

It’s in that moment that Steve snaps out of his stupor, racing to catch her at the door, warm hand curling gently around her wrist. She doesn’t even give herself a second to enjoy it— to fall into his touch and forget the agony in her chest— before she’s ripping her arm away from him, cradling it against her chest and backing away from him.

“Baby I—” His face is tight, his light brows creasing the middle of his forehead.

She can see it— the regret. It carves across his face, tugging his lips into a frown and making his eyes glass over. Her chest squeezes at the sight, her own eyes coating with a fresh sheen of tears. She wants to wrap her arms around him— to tell him that she forgives him and that she loves him and that she’s scared— but he did this not her and before she knows it she’s taking another step back, shoulder bumping into Nat’s as she shakes her head.

“I’m sleeping with Nat tonight. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Night, Steve.”

Steve’s face falls, the first of his tears pooling down his now angelic face, and as she hesitates. Maybe she should— she feels a tug on her hand, glancing down to where Natasha’s slender fingers wrap around her forearm. She doesn’t have the strength to fight her comrade as she pulls her past the door frame.

As the super soldier falls from her line of sight all she can hear is Sam’s exhausted voice—

“Let her go, man.”

—and she breaks.

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