#and I always get a bunch of asks telling me to take a break

[borderlinereminders]

Without fail, every time I post a positive post about it being okay to have feelings (anger, sadness, etc), someone always has to comment “yeah but it doesn’t give you the right to treat people poorly because of them.”

No one said it did. And I understand the sentiment but it just rubs me wrong for some reason and I’m not sure why.

I think that even with good intentions, it just rubs me wrong because I’m a BPD blog so maybe it feels like someone is making an assumption even if they’re not intending to?

I don’t know. I don’t want to add a disclaimer to every one of my posts and I’d like to just post positivity without the negativity added because it’s exhausting to read.

Also don’t get me wrong. People have a right to express opinions. I’m just needing to vent because I’m having feelings about it.

[classyrbf]

ELECTRICIAN!TOJI — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...some headcanons I have about electrician!toji hehe

INFO...electrician!toji x fem!reader, nsfw content, p in v, oral (m & f receiving), praise, toji is an ex prisoner, riding, mating press, cream pie, overstim, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

electrician!toji...who is also an ex prisoner and landed this job a few months after he got released. He was thankful his cousin was able to hook him up with a job and even more thankful they hired him

electrician!toji...whose body is littered with tattoos, he swears it makes him look more intimidating because the little old ladies on the street always steer clear from him

electrician!toji...who is tall and muscular, he was working out before going to prison but started working out more due to boredom. His muscles only grew bigger and he only grew stronger (he’s gotten into his fair share of fights)

electrician!toji...who ends up getting sent to your house for a job on his day off, he expects to be welcomed by some old man but is completely caught off guard to see a pretty thing like yourself open the door with a nervous smile

electrician!toji...who comes and diagnoses the problem, taking a look at your garage sensor, complaining that it wasn’t working properly. You’re profusely apologizing like it’s your fault, and he can’t help but chuckle and reassure you it’s okay

electrician!toji...who is taken aback by your kindness, asking him if he’d like something to drink or even eat as he works. He takes you up on your offer and has a little break while you make him a nice fulfilling sandwich

electrician!toji...who keeps stealing glances at those cute little shorts you have on. He knows you probably don’t mean it, but he can’t stop staring at the little part of your ass peaking out your shorts. It only reminds him of how long it’s been since he’s been with a woman

electrician!toji...whose conversation goes smooth with you, you’re asking him about his tattoos and how likes his job, telling little jokes and making him laugh

electrician!toji...who doesn’t expect you to put your hand on his muscles, asking him how much he can lift just out of pure curiosity. He flexes his arms under your touch just to hear you giggle. “Wanna find out?”

electrician!toji...who has you hoisted up in the air like you way nothing, his thick cock pumping in and out of your dripping pussy, his hands gripping your ass while you hold onto him for dear life

electrician!toji...who has you crying out his name and cumming on his cock in damn near every room of your house, his rough hand pressing your head into the couch as he pounds into you, fucking you dumb. “Look at how much this pussy is creaming around me, baby,” he cockily says.

electrician!toji...who has your entire body shaking, his hands guiding your hips while you slowly ride him, his thick cock stretching you inch by inch. “Just like that…ah—feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

electrician!toji...who has your legs pushed to your chest, his tongue messily lapping at your sensitive clit, fat tears streaming down your cheeks because it’s just too much. He laughs at your measly attempts to push his head away but all that fails when you’re cumming on his tongue again

electrician!toji...who doesn’t realize he has a whole bunch of missed calls from his boss, nevemind realize how much hours have gone by. The sun is already setting outside and you’re on your knees with his dick down your throat

electrician!toji...who has your legs over his shoulders, folding you into a mating press all while whispering the nastiest things in your ear. “Gonna take all this cum, huh? Yeah, good girl. This pussy is fucking perfect,” he groans, each snaps of his hips knocks the air out your chest, your eyes rolling back.

electrician!toji...who cums deep inside you, filling your pussy to the very brim, his sweaty body pressed against yours, breath hitting your skin as he tries to ground himself again

electrician!toji...who finally returns the missed calls from his boss while you’re passed out in bed literally minutes later. “I just thought I’d stay few extra hours to help her, she wanted me to look at some other stuff. It’s my day off anyway, right?” He smirks, looking over at your sleeping figure

electrician!toji...who leaves his phone number on your bedside table for “business reasons” before heading back home

electrician!toji...who’s back and biceps are still covered in scratches days later, reminding him of his time with you, the flashbacks making his dick grow hard

electrician!toji...who gets a random phone call and immediately recognizes your voice. “Heyyy, Toji, hate to ask, but..my bedroom light keeps flickering…think you can come check it out?” And he scoffs, already grabbing his keys and heading to his car. “On my way.”

electrician!toji...who pulls up to your house, not even getting a chance to knock on the door before you open it and drag him inside, feverishly kissing him. “Missed this dick that much, did you?”

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husband!nanami who is also the father of your 2 children. dated for 6 years and married for 3–you couldn’t ask for anything more.

husband!nanami who is visibly confused during a conversation he had with his colleagues.

nanami usually avoids the break room whilst it was crowded. unfortunately, on a rare day that he’s forgotten to pick up his coffee from his favourite café, he had to walk into a break room full of a bunch of his coworkers talking about their children’s birthdays. they immediately turn to nanami who was standing in the corner and involved him in the conversation.

“it’s my daughter’s birthday soon. yeah i’m probably getting her one of those dolls and shit—she’s turning 5.” the suited up man takes a sip out of his coffee.

nanami nods apprehensively, wishing to leave the room already. “that’s nice. what are you getting for your wife?” he asks.

“what?” all four of his coworkers turned to look at him, and suddenly it felt like an episode of The Voice.

“…don’t you get your wife a gift when it’s your children’s birthdays??” the only time nanami is ever confused is when he does crossword puzzles. this.. is a whole different level.

his coworkers laugh at the absurd statement, some scoff and one pats nanami on the back.

—

nanami drives back home from work but he was more quiet than usual. he would typically turn the radio on and tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. the car however was dead silent.

“who doesn’t give their wife a gift..? tch.”

“do these young men even love their wives anymore? eugh.”

“y/n always seems really happy when i give her gifts on the girls’ birthday.. i can’t imagine not giving her any.”

—

he arrives home and parks in the garage, sighing and cracking his back before bursting through the door.

“i’m h—” before he could finish his sentence, his 3-year-old twin girls came running to hug him.

“daddy! daddy! you’re home!” they giggle and cling onto his legs as nanami leans over to place his hand on your back and kiss your lips. “hello my darlings,” he smiles.

“you’re home early.”

“just missed my girls a lot.”

—

it’s 11pm. the kids are asleep and you’ve done your skincare, the night lamp on as you lay in bed with your husband.

as you snuggle under the sheets, you suddenly feel big arms snake around your torso. you giggle and pull them closer to you before deciding to turn around and face the man beside you. you lay your head on his chest and he immediately caresses your back.

“my love?” nanami speaks up.

“yeeeees?” you sing. he holds you tighter now, before uttering: “you know how i give you a gift for the girls’ birthday?”

you smile softly at the memory—how could you forget? every birthday for three years, he always manages to surprise you with a gift. he treasures the day dearly. it’s your daughters’ birthday but it’s your birth-day.

“i just found out that not every father does that. at least.. my coworkers don’t.” you look up at him now, seeing his scrunched eyebrows and solemn pout—you can already tell it bothers him. “it’s absurd, isn’t it? what do you think?”

you hum, your eyes never leaving his expression. “to be honest, i’ve never witnessed someone do what you do. it’s not exactly common practice,”

nanami sighs, “i guess you’re right. i just love you so much, you know? i’ll keep showing my appreciation on the day that means a lot to me, to us. it’s the day we became a family and i.. i want to make sure you know how important you are, too.” his voice is soft, as though he's been carrying this thought for a while. you blink, the weight of his words settling in your chest. he doesn't say it often, but when he does, it’s clear he means every syllable.

a small laugh escapes you, touched by his sincerity. “i know, baby. and i’m thankful for it, for you.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you as if he’s trying to hold on to the moment. “me too, darling. more than you’ll ever know.”

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[freyito]

ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ ꜝ ⨟ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: this is fun to think about

✧ a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

✎ wc: 3.3k

⎯ Aventurine

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, life’s too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You weren’t cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didn’t ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. “Awhhh, are you not happy to see me?”

He doesn’t give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You don’t get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. “I want a proper welcome home!” He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isn’t necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. He’s quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.

You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk ‘mh’, You are used to this reaction, and you don’t take it to heart. He tells you he’ll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him it’s alright and start to leave the room.

“I am sorry, my love,” He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.” He’s so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his student’s papers.

⎯ Boothill

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just can’t take it seriously. He’s always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.

Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and it’s quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.

Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. It’s the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.

⎯ Gallagher

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, he’s romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.

He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasn’t a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling ‘mmm’ as he does so, sharing no other words.

Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesn’t say much, whispering quiet ‘love yous’ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. He’s rarely ever clingy, he’s probably one of the most independent people you know. He’s only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isn’t exactly a far off thought…

⎯ Sunday

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, he’s the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. There’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.

Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away… somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. It’s not as if you two are doing something lewd, he’s nestled up against your chest, that’s about it. But, he’s been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadn’t got a moment alone with you.

“I missed you.” He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so… carefully. He needed this, but he didn’t want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.

⎯ Argenti

AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.

You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argenti’s armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.

“You’ve got it, I know you do.” Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.

⎯Sampo Koski

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but where’s the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his ‘sales’, splurge a little for you every now and then.

You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that you’ll have to remind him later that he’ll be cleaning it up.

For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that ‘it’s too much!’ he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, now…

⎯ Jing Yuan

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in one’s arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.

It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. He’s lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. It’s a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. It’s one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but it’s another to find home in someone’s arms.

He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft ‘hmph’, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You don’t react, which he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some good…

⎯ Blade

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.

He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elio’s script and whatever mission he’s been dispatched on. Yet, when he’s met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.

His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? He’s quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesn’t accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s a rare display, you can’t remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, he’s gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.

⎯ Luocha

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesn’t get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flames…

He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.

With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. He’s careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred ‘Luocha?’, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You don’t get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, he’d like to get settled back in, first.

⎯ Dan Heng

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesn’t exactly push you away, but his ‘time to think’ seems to overtake your guys’ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.

He wakes in the dead of night, his past life’s memories catching up to him once more. He doesn’t cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Heng’s sudden awakening.

His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You don’t even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

⎯ Gepard

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesn’t mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.

It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, he’d come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.

Tonight, however, he’s come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work… if he wasn’t the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why he’s home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.

⎯ Caelus

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesn’t take himself too seriously, even if there’s a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriously…? Not that he doesn’t love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesn’t get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.

He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.

“Our son.” He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him ‘our son needs a bath.’ And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son ‘dirty’, and “How could you say that to him!?” “He’s just a baby!”. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.

⎯ Welt

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. He’s vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.

He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.

He himself doesn’t know why he’s feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesn’t busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.

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[thehorrorgirlstyles]

Make you Scream

Billy Loomis x reader

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is Ghostface, which should scare you, instead it turns you on even more.

Warnings: Blood, Violence, sexual content, 18+ themes, swearing, foreplay, knife-play, mature themes, sex, reader is in denial

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"It's gotta be him right, I mean in a horror movie, it's always the person closet to you that turns out to be a fucking killer, I'm telling you man" Randy says to you as you both walk down the hallway of your school.

"Randy for the last time, Billy... who is my boyfriend as you know, is not a fucking killer.. trust me I know him better than anyone else... and besides if he was Ghostface I don't think he would be able to hide it from me" You reply, holding you books closer to your chest.

It's been a week since news of Casey and Steve's murders and Randy won't stop coming up with ideas on who the mystery killer is. First he pointed fingers at you because you never liked the girl, which he claims is a perfect motive. You don't like half the people at your school, but they're all still alive, so his reasoning is invalid. Now, he's claiming it's your boyfriend, which you think is ridiculous, I mean why is he naming all the people in your friend group for starters, you guys are friends for crying out loud.

"I don't know man Billy is pretty scary looking" He says opening the door to the library.

You walk in and drop the books off, "Well I think he looks sexy"

"Gross"

"Can we stop talking about Ghostface now, you know Stu is hosting a party tonight, you going?" You ask him.

"Yeah right, the killer will probably show up there, a bunch of drunk, not to mention high teens that probably won't notice if someone gets stabbed...but yeah I'll be there".

You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

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After you left Randy, you went to grab a book you forgot in your locker. You decided to go now since everyone was in class and the halls would be empty.

You turn the corner and run straight into a hard figure. You look up to quickly apologize, but see no other than Ghostface himself. You gasp in shock and back away quickly, your heart starting to race.

Ghostface stares at you, mocking your movements. You see him pull out a knife from behind him. He looks at it and runs his fingers along the blade, toying with you. Quickly, you run past him and reach the stairs towards the main entrance of the school, but he's quicker. He grabs your arm, halting you from going down and pulls you backwards, your back meeting his chest. You try to break free, but he slices at your arm, the knife cutting into your shoulder. You scream out and fight against him.

He brings the knife up to your throat and pushes against it, cutting just enough to draw blood. You close your eyes, thinking this is your final moments and you curse yourself for not putting up more of a fight, but it never comes. He stays still, holding the knife against your throat, but not going deeper. You open your eyes and look up at him, but he's looking off to the side. What is he distracted by? You don't stay to think as you use this as a time to escape, you push at his arms and he lets go without putting up a fight. You didn't realize how easily he would let you go, as you were close to the edge of the stairs. You trip out of his arms and your foot skips a step, making you tumble down the stairs.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, your vision goes black and you can faintly make out two voices arguing.

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When you wake up, you feel your head pounding. You take in your surroundings and try to make sense of where you are. You look around the room and see your boyfriend sitting in a sit next to you, his face in his hands.

"Billy?" You rasp out.

He immediately looks up at you and rushes over to your side.

"Y/n, how are you feeling, are you okay?" He grabs your hand and goes to touch your hair.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay, are we at a hospital?" You ask leaning into his touch.

"You fell down the stairs, I found you and called the ambulance"

"Oh my God, I remember now..Billy the killer he was trying to kill me!.. He was at the school!"

He looks off to the side like he's angry at something, "I'm dealing with it, but uh- the doctor said you should be free to go tonight, your injuries where just minor, nothing serious, they think you weren't looking and tripped"

"That's goods, but the killer...wait what do you mean dealing with it?" You ask, confused by his response.

"Nothing, listen I have to go to Stu's party tonight, are you still up for it?" He ask, moving a stray hair behind your ear.

"Are you serious, I just told you I got attacked by the killer and you want to go to a party?" You look at him in disbelief.

"Trust me nothing's going to happen to you, I'll be by your side at all times... and you don't have to go, but the doctor said you'll be fine, I just really have to go Y/n"

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine, I'll go with you.. I need a drink anyways".

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After you got cleared from the hospital, you went home to change. Luckily you didn't break anything on the way down the stairs, getting away with the few marks left by Ghostface. Billy was adamant on going to this party, which makes no sense to you. Now that you think about it he didn't seem phased when you mentioned that a literal killer had you in his grasp ready to slice your throat. Weird.

"You look so hot Y/n... I heard what happened at school you okay?" Tatum says to you when she opens the door.

"Thanks, you too and yeah I'm okay it wasn't anything serious" You give her a hug and walk inside, your hands interlocked with Billy's.

"Hey I'm going to grab a drink, you want anything?" You shout to your boyfriend, over the loud music.

"No, I'm fine sweetheart, come straight to me after, don't want anyone slipping something into your drink".

"Ok, meet you by the front" You saying giving him a final kiss on the lips then leaving.

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After you grabbed your drink, you walked back, frowning when you realize that Billy wasn't by the front.

Instead you see Randy by the door, drinking a beer, "Hey Randy, have you seen Billy?"

"I saw him go upstairs" He nods towards the stairs, continuing to drink his beer.

You go to walk upstairs, but he stops you, "Hey what happened at school?"

"What do you mean?...everyone heard that I fell down the stairs".

"Yeah..but like did you fall, or were you pushed?" He asks you, looking dead into your eyes.

You sigh, "It was Ghostface, he tried to kill me at the school, but something distracted him... He let go of me and I missed the step, when I woke up in the hospital Billy was there and he said it was better if I didn't tell the cops anything, that way Ghostface won't come after me anymore".

Randy scoffs, "Don't you see, it is so clearly him.. "don't tell the cops", that's complete bullshit, in what world would you not tell the cops a literal killer came after you?... and your stupid enough to agree with him, HELLO?!"

"Randy, enough with this Ghostface shit, I know you think it's Billy, but its not and if I was pushed down the stairs, it wouldn't be by him.. I do think it's a little weird he didn't seen phased by it, but I trust him.. he probably just didn't want to scare me into thinking Ghostface was going to come after me again and besides I'm pretty fine, just a few scratches".

"Whatever, you're either in serious denial or your a complete fucking idiot, I'm leaving.. call me later, if you're still alive be then" He grabs the door handle and walks out, slamming it shut.

You think that maybe Randy's right, even though he could have worded it nicer. I mean you were just in a hospital a few hours ago and now you're at a party?!

You brush off Randy's words and start to head upstairs. You pause when you get to the top, hearing hushed voices.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!..Why the hell would you go after Y/n.. when was that part of the plan?"

"You're going to kill Tatum, why can't I kill Y/n?"

"Uhh- maybe because Y/n is my girlfriend dumbass".

"Tatum is my girlfriend!"

"Yeah, but Tatum is just a means to an end, we actually want Y/n alive because I love her!"

"Whatever I'm going to go talk to Tatum before you kill her!"

Just as he stops talking, your phone starts to ring. Shit! You hurry up and try to turn it off seeing that it's Randy. This man has perfect timing.

"What the fuck was that?" Stu asks.

Before you can leave, a tall figure appears from around the corner. Billy stares at you, his facial expression unreadable. Your heart drops.

"Well What is it?" Stu asks.

He continues to stare at you for a minute before answering, "It's nothing, someone was probably at the bottom of the stairs".

You don't wait to hear Stu's reply and hurry down the stairs. WHAT THE FUCK?! Randy was right this whole time, Billy is ghostace? Stu is ghostface? THERE ARE TWO GHOSTFACE?!

"Y/n!" Someone calls your name.

You look behind you and see Billy standing by the stairs, he nods his head, wanting you to follow him upstairs. This is dumb right? You shouldn't go upstairs BY YOURSLEF with someone you know is a killer. You should call the police and turn both of them in.

You follow Billy upstairs. He leads you to one of the guest bedrooms, opening the door for you. You walk in first and he closes the door behind you, locking it.

You face him, waiting for him to speak. He smiles at you, shaking his head, "Why were you on the stairs?"

"I was looking for you".

"Hmmm, and you found me" He chuckles. "What did you hear?" he asks, walking closer to you.

You back up, your legs hitting the side of the bed, "Nothing".

"Mmmh, okay... Do I scare you?" He closes the gap between you.

"No".

He nods at your answer and he reaches behind himself, pulling a knife out of his pocket. He holds it up and quickly grabs you, applying pressure to your neck. You gasp at his quick movements.

"And what about now?" He says adding pressure, but not enough to actually hurt you.

"No".

"No? I don't make you scare sweetheart, even after you know what I have done, the people I've killed?"

"No".

You don't know why, but you're finding this to be extremly hot. Billy threatening you with a knife, but knowing that he would never hurt you. Maybe you're just sick in the head, after all your boyfriend is a murder, you shouldn't feel this way, but you do. Maybe it's because of all the dark romance books you have been reading or maybe it's because you love him too much that you can cast away his flaws. You should probably call the cops, but instead you rub your legs together, the friction does nothing to ease your aching cunt.

Billy catches the movement without his eyes, and groans when he sees what you're doing, "You're enjoying this?".. "You're more sick than I am, what a dirty whore you are" He chuckles out.

You moan, "Billy pleasee, I-I just need you".

"You want it baby?" he guides the knife over the top of your chest.

"Please, Mr. Ghostface".

His eyes darkenen in response as he halts his movement, looking at you. He grabs at you quickly and slices your top open with the knife, exposing your breast. The cold meets your chest, your nipples hardening. He looks down at your breast and moves his mouth to meet your bud. He licks and flicks at it with his tongue. He moves up to your neck and laps at it, leaving marks. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, encouraging him to continue his bitting.

When he finishes attacking your neck, he picks you up and throws you on the bed. You gasp as your back meets the mattress. He gets on top of you and starts to undo his belt.

"Turn around and get on all fours" He tells you, slapping your cheek.

You listen to him and flip over on your stomach. After he gets his pants off, he flips your skirt over, exposing your bare cunt.

"You didn't wear anything underneath?" He asks in shock, but he quickly turns unfazed.

"Always prepared for me huh sweetheart" He pulls your legs closer to his hip and you can feel just how hard he is. He rubs his tip against your entrance, making you grow wetter by the second. Without warning he pushes his length past your folds. Making you scream out. You quickly adjust to his big size, the pain turning into pleasure.

He snaps his hips back and forth. Your whines egg him on as he continues to fuck into you ruthlessly not caring if you can take it. He doesn't let you gather your breath, each movement your face pushes more into the sheets. You cry out, but it's muffled by the sheets. He repeatedly hits your g-spot, making you cry out even more.

"Fuck, look at you making a mess on my cock, you're a fifthly little thing aren't you?" He pulls you up, your back meeting his chest, waiting for you to answer him.

"Only for you Billy~" You whine out, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure.

He pushes you back down into the sheets, his movements continuing, "That's right baby, you're mine, my dirty slut, my pussy to fuck, my cunt to cum in".

You feel his dick twitch inside of you, knowing that he is close. You moan out his name, begging for him to fuck into you faster. He listens, his pace picking up. Your wet pussy hugs his dick, clenching around it tightly.

"Fuck, Y/n..I'm gonna cum, you feel so good... so wet for me baby"

You moan in response, as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. With one final snap of his hips you clench down on his cock, causing him to reach his climax too.

"Fuckk~" He pulls your body closer to him, making sure that his dick is fully inside you as far as it can go. You feel his cum painting your walls as he comes undone. He collapses on top of you, his dick twitching inside of you. When you both calm down from your highs, he flips you over, pulling your naked body on top of his.

After you both finish, you lay on the bed together. He holds you to his chest and strokes your hair. You look up at him and he grins at you. You reach up to meet his lips. He kisses you back immediately, humming into the kiss. After a while, you pull back and look up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Please don't kill Tatum, I like her".

He chuckles, "Whatever you want baby".

[misstycloud]

What about a yandere playboy x revenge-driven reader?

Yandere! Playboy is the guy on campus. How can he not be? He has everything a person could ever want. He is wealthy, handsome and has many friends. Best of all qualities; he’s great in bed.

Yandere! Playboy has been hitting beds for years now. He is young and has a right to live life to the fullest, so why shouldn’t he enjoy himself while he still can? His parents doesn’t approve of this behaviour but what can they do to stop him? Besides, he’s already told his father that he’ll find someone to settle down with when he’s older and fit to take over the company. He doesn’t want to lose the privileged life he has so it’s in his best favour to just do what his dad tells him to and find someone to marry later.

It wouldn’t reflect well on the company if its leader is a scandalous, immature playboy after all.

Yandere! Playboy who has been with most of the people on campus. The only exception are the ones he and his friends consider ‘too ugly’ or ‘just not up to standards’- which can be due to anything. It’s basically become a game by this point; who in the friend group can be the college’s number one player.

Yandere! Playboy who almost let his friend surpass him in that department. It was a close call. Good luck he found a cute girl in time so he could drive up his score just above his friend’s. He noticed her at a party. He hadn’t seen her around before so he guessed she was new. The girl looked very out-of-place, standing in a corner while everyone else were letting loose. Did she come alone? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Quickly he snatched her up. She definitely wasn’t the best he’s had, nowhere near it in fact. She was an average fuck at best. It was only after he’d brought her home and fucked her until she cried, that he realised his mistake. After the deed was done she was awfully clingy. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to nuzzle his neck, much to his dismay.

Yandere! Playboy hastily pushed her off and asked her what she thought she was doing. Confused, she responded that she just wanted to cuddle since what they did was so special. Oh no, he thought. She was one of those girls who thought hooking up once meant ‘relationship’. How could he be so stupid? He knew better than to take ‘sweet’ girls with him, they always ended up deluding themselves they were a couple. Sternly, he told her to get out. This made her confused and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.

“Yes, you’ve done something wrong.”

“What was it? Please tell me.” She whispered in a small voice.

He sneered at her. “You think we’re a couple now or some shit. Sorry to burst your bubble but we’re not together.”

The girl bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. “We’re…not? Then why would you-“

“-don’t think you’re special. I just didn’t want my pal’s fuck-score to get higher than mine and you were the first decent thing I could find.”

Afterward he kicked her out. He didn’t give a shit that she was crying. Her feelings didn’t matter to him. No one’s feelings mattered to him besides his own. It was her own fault for getting her hopes up. She was cute, don’t get him wrong. But she seemed way too much of a goody two-shoes for him.

Yandere! Playboy who went about life normally after that. Occasionally he did see his latest lay around campus but she never approached him, instead she chose to send him a sad glance now and then. Pathetic.

Yandere! Playboy had been so caught up with a bunch of school work, he swore the professors had it out for him. After all that tediousness he deserved a break. He needed to relax and there was only one way to do that correctly. Unfortunately his regular ‘buddies’ were unavaliable, he’ll have to find someone else tonight.

Yandere! Playboy who searched the room filled with dancing, intoxicated people. The constantly colour-switching lights made him dizzy. No matter how much he searched he could not see anyone who’d caught his interest. He was about to give up when someone finally got his attention. It was you. Gosh you were just gorgeous. Wow, he thought. He hadn’t seen anyone like you before. Luckily you appeared to notice him too. He seductivle licked his lips while staring into your eyes and was happy when you showed equal interest.

Yandere! Playboy who didn’t waste a minute and went right up to you. You were been hotter up close. This was going to be fun, he thought as he led you upstairs.

Yandere! Playboy was in shock. What the hell just happened? The morning light shone directly in his face but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. After he’d brought you to his room for what he’d imagined to be a usual fun night, he’d been fully surprised. You were nothing short of amazing. He couldn’t recall a moment when he’d ever felt so good. Usually he was the one to lead but you took over as if for was the most natural thing in the world. Never in his life had he been so thoroughly explored. The bruises on his body still ached when he moved.

He needed more.

Yandere! Playboy became obsessed afterwards. He had to see you again. All those years of sleeping around could never amount to the pleasure he felt that night with you and he desperately wanted to feel it again. Sadly, it was like you vanished. Did you not go to the same college? He asked around but no one knew you. Strange, he thought. Weeks passed and there was still no sign of you. He was incredibly pent up now. He had been focused on finding you that he hadn’t taken anyone home since. His friends thought he was acting way to obsessed with his random person and needed to calm down. Perhaps if he spent time with someone he’d cool off. They see him up to meet one of his regular ‘buddies’ who was more than happy to see him again.

Yandere! Playboy tried to recreate the experience with them but it didn’t work. They were all clumsy and didn’t know how to make anything feel good. He couldn’t even finish that time. Frustrated, he threw them out and told them he wanted to be alone. Why wasn’t it working? What went wrong? And why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about you? It made him want to tear his hair out.

While he was deeply grumbling about his newfound problem, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. He shouted at the person to leave him alone but the knocking didn’t stop. He ripped the door open and was prepared to scream at the other person when his eyes widened in surprise. He was speechless.

There in the doorway stood you. You gave him a wicked smile, “Can I come in?”

Yandere! Playboy practically became your dog after that. He knows your name now, (Y/n). He shudders just thinking about it. Turns out you do go to another college and you’re not the most social person which explains why no one had heard of you. Not only are you fantastic on the outside, he finds you to be a wonderful person too. The more you’ve hung out, the more he’s gotten to know about you. He currently knows these five things: you always have a way to make him laugh, you share many hobbies(some which he can’t talk about even with his closest friends), you value his opinion, never talk down to him, and he absolutely loves you.

Yandere! Playboy who immediately cuts off his previous hook ups. You’re the only one for him. There isn’t a soul out there who can be your match. All of his friends have become so annoying. All they say is about how much he’s changed and it’s crazy how he’s doing a complete 180 for one single person. He ignores them. If they can’t see how perfect you are then that’s their loss, and he can’t be friends with them anymore. The only ones happy about this change are his parents.

He recalls his father saying, “So you’ve finally decided to be a real man and stop with your foolishness.”

“Yes. I have found my one and only love, the person I’m going to marry.”

His father nodded. Yandere! Playboy smiled. He had all intention to follow up with his statement. He loved you and based of your reactions around him, he’d say you loved him too.

Yandere! Playboy who was all giddy as he waited for you at the restaurant you’d decided to meet in. You had been hanging out for months now and he thought it was time to ask you to be his official partner(future spouse). It was a perfect setting. He has brought a bouquet of flowers and put on nice clothes. The ambiance was just right.

He waited.

You weren’t there yet, but sometimes you ran a little late.

He waited some more.

You still weren’t there. That’s all right! He’ll sit there until you arrive.

He sat in his chair long enough to see the staff send him pitiful looks. Where were you? It had been far too long for you to simply be ‘running a little late’. Did you get into an accident? He prayed nothing had happened to you. Quickly he pulled out his phone and sent you a text. Or well, he tried to.

‘Unable to send message’

What? He didn’t understand. Why wasn’t his text getting through? Did you…block him? No that wasn’t possible. There was no reason you would do that. You loved him. He loved you. You wouldn’t block him. All of his attempts to contact you went into the garbage. When he called; direct to voicemail. He tried looking for you, although that proved to be a lot harder than he thought. It was then he realised he had no idea where you lived. You were always at his place and he never questioned it. He went to your college and asked if anyone had seen you but they all said they didn’t know anyone by the name of (Y/n) who went there. Did you lie about where you went to school?

Yandere! Playboy who became depressed. He couldn’t find you anywhere. You had vanished, just like before. Except this time you never came back. His head was filled with questions. Where were you? Are you safe? Why did you leave him? Didn’t you love him too? He fell into despair. His parents wanted to help him and so did the friends he abandoned for you (they came back, he couldn’t understand why), but nothing they did helped. They weren’t you.

Please come back to him, he needs you.

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A/n: for clarification, the girl in the beginning is reader’s friend.

[zlut4rina]

Passenger Princess

Storyline: Your girlfriend has been BEGGING to go to this new bar. After constantly shutting her down, you finally give in. But that's not the only thing you're giving tonight.

Pairings: G!pKarina x femreader

Warnings: smut w some plot, public sex, oral (K receiving), car sex (?), unprotected sex, a bunch more it's freaky 👅 ... I think ..

Note: I thought of this one night and wrote it the next day 😭 (that's a lie, it took a week💔)

Word Count: 4.5k

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It’s been a week since your girlfriend has been bringing up that new bar across the city. “Come on everyone’s going!” She pleaded “Imagine the service, the drinks, and oh my god, the music”. At this point, she was getting desperate. She’d bring it up all day and all night, from the moment you wake up to an hour before you sleep. You had to admit it got annoying really quick. She just wouldn’t take no for an answer. She hasn’t really changed, she was always really persistent, if she wanted something she’s was going to get it. That’s how she was when you two first met. No matter how many times you’ve turned her down, she never gave up. Surprising you with each appearance she made, at the time, you hated how you were falling for her stupid charm. How she was obviously blindly and stupidly in love with you, and how she wasn’t going to take no for an answer no matter how embarrassed she was after every rejection. That’s just who she was, and it’s safe to say she wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

Her pleads were always shut down, she would ask in the most obscene places. Once, you were dropping off your cousin at his daycare because you were babysitting that day. Before leaving the building, she asked if you could at least swing by and see what it’s like outside. You hit her arm, scanning the room, being met by questioning eyes, and raised brows. Let’s just say she got a really good talking to in the car, on the way home, at home, and even before bed. Even then, she was still determined to go. She needed to go like her life depended on it. Finally, one Friday night, you saw your friends posted on their story, clicking it. They were at the bar your girlfriend was so desperate to go to. Sending your friend a message asking about how it went and what it was like, she sent videos and pictures about the night. Looking over to your girlfriend who was busy in a bag of chips and her favorite TV show, not paying you any mind. “You still wanna go?” Breaking the silence you asked, Turing your attention back to your phone. Flipping through the pictures your friend sent. Your girlfriend turned her head to you, responding in a questioning, confused hum. “The bar, you still wanna go?” Finally looking up at her, she had the stupidest grin on her face. Closing the bag of chips and placing it on the nightstand, she turned to you. Holding you by the shoulders “Are you serious right now? Please tell me you're being serious.” She shook you slightly, staring at you, eyes wondering all over your face as if looking for something. You nodded, replying with a “mhm” and a small smile on your face.

She painted your face with kisses all night and small “thank you's”. Holding you in her arms tightly, she went to sleep feeling like a new woman. Waking up bright and early the next day, you were woken up from your sleep by the smell of food and being shaken awake by your lover. You could tell she was extremely happy about last night. All day, she was treating you like a queen. She did every other day, but you could tell today was different. And you knew exactly why, the way she held doors for you when you went shopping. Pulling your chair out for you during your meals, spending more than usual on you when you mentioned something you liked. You weren’t apposed to it either. You loved being spoiled by her just as much as she loved spoiling you. After finally making it back home after running errands, she insisted on running you a nice warm bubble bath. Agreeing to it, she took the groceries from your hands and led you to the couch, kissing you on the forehead before putting everything away. Making her way to the bathroom to start your bath, you called a few friends about how you're going to that new bar with your girlfriend. “No way you finally gave in to her?!” Your friend yunjin spoke, she sounded shocked. She knew about how annoying jimin was being about this bar. You had told her everything since she was your best friend. You laughed a bit “Yea, she’s running me a bath right now” you said in a cocky tone, smirking playfully at your phone. “She’s so obsessed with you, oh my gosh, me and who when?” You other friend minjeong spoke with a playfully sigh. You and yunjin couldn’t help but laugh at the girl, but that laughter soon stopped after your girlfriend called your name telling you your bath was ready. Saying bye to your friends, setting a meet-up time before hanging up and making your way to the bathroom.

Finally, after taking your sweet time in the tub, you came out in a two-piece set of pajamas your girlfriend bought you today. Checking your phone, seeing notifications of your friends sharing their excitement about tonight. But none was more excited about it than your girlfriend. She took everything out of your hands, cleaning it up and putting them back where they belonged. “You seem excited” you said, making your way to the bed, plopping down on it as you watched your girlfriend move around the room. She stopped with a smile on her face she moved towards you, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. Slowly, she smiled into it. “I’ve been waiting for so long, you Cleary don’t understand”. You chuckled at her, checking your phone once she left to finish cleaning up. Your friends said they were getting ready at 7:30 and will be there at the bar at 8:20-ish. “Hey once you're done, you think we should start getting ready?” You asked your girlfriend, putting your phone down on the nightstands. She turned to you and nodded. You got up, making your way to your wardrobe. “What should I wear” you asked, rummaging through your closet. “Who are you trying to impress?” your girlfriend asked, crossing her arms at you. You turned to face her, a playfully annoyed look on your face, “Who do you think” you asked in a stern voice. She smiled, going back to fixing the room. You turned away with a scoff and went back to looking through your wardrobe for something. “I like this one” you said, Turing around to face your girlfriend, dress in both hands over your body. She stared at you, mouth slightly open, “Soooo, what’d you think?” you asked nervously, putting the piece of clothing over your arm. She nodded as a smile grew on her face “I love it.” She walked up to your hands, went straight to your waist, pulled you close to her. “I can’t wait” she said in a low tone, leaning into your body, kissing your neck, trailing more up to your chin, then stopping at your lips. You let out a low whine at her sudden stop, opening your eyes slightly to look at her correctly. “Kind of rethinking going out and letting everyone else see you like that” you giggled, pushing her away, making your way to the bathroom to change, and taking your phone along with you.

Your friends called you after you finished changing into a black silky dress. It was short and tight on your body, fitting and complimenting your body perfectly. “GIRLL THAT’S WHAT YOUR GOING IN!!?” yunjin yelled in shock. Her smile was huge. You laughed, getting a bit shy as you showed your dress off. “I hope Jimin can fight” your friend minjeong spoke as she appeared next to yunjin. The two girls laughing at each other. “Do I look good is what I’m hearing” You placed the phone down to get a better view of yourself. “WAYYYYYY better than just good y/n” minjeong said eyes going wide as she spoke “If I was karina I’d change my mind so quick.” Yunjin laughed, getting back into the frame of the camera. “You guys are so gay, I’ll see you two there, okay? Gotta get going sooner or later” the other two nodded, waving goodbye to you. You took your phone into your hand and texted your girlfriend you were ready. Walking out the bathroom slowly, you met eyes with your girlfriend. She eyed you down, subtly licking her lips as she gulped. “You look … amazing” she stood up, going towards you, her hands reaching to cup your face. She pulled you into a kiss, her hands roaming down to your waist and neck. Trying your best to not lose balance since your legs were already starting to feel like jelly. You reached for her shoulders, deepening the kiss. She finally pulled away, a string of saliva left on her lip, licking it away she smiled. “You ready?” tilting her head at you with an innocent look on her face. You nodded, taking her hand as she led you both out the door.

Leading you out the door to her car, she held the door open for you as you got in. Closing the door behind her as she made her way to the drivers side. You texted your friends you’ll be there just a few minuets late. They followed up with a few teasing text like “🍆🍑💦?”, “👅👅”, “Yea u two take ur time … 🫣”. You scoffed and brushed their comments off, Turing off your phone and putting your seatbelt on. “You ready beautiful” your girlfriend asked, placing a hand on your thigh as she started up the car. You nodded, connecting your phone to the radio to clear the silence in the car on the way there. The bar was pretty far from where you two stayed, so the drive would be a bit longer than expected, but to Jimin, it would’ve been worth it once you got there. After sitting in silence as your playlist skimming through songs, your girlfriends hand went up and down on you soft and slowly. Getting really high and then retreating back to where she originally was. Her hand massaged your inner thigh, going up closer to your clothed heat. You tried your best to ignore her antics, but the higher and closer she got, the more difficult it became to act as if she didn’t have an effect on you. “You look really pretty in that y’know” she said, glancing at you from time to time. “Thank you…” you said quietly, avoiding her eyes. She licked her lips, lifting the hem of your dress up. Massaging your clothed clit slowly “Really, fucking pretty” her fingers toying with you rubbing up and down your slit. Running circles around your clit then back to your thigh. You bit your finger, leaning your elbow on the car to hold yourself up. Your other hand reaching for her shoulder, gripping her leather jacket tightly. Her fingers slowly went into your panties, your wetness coating her fingers entirely. She let out a breathy sigh as she played with your wet folds, rubbing your clit occasionally.

You threw your head back against your seat, letting go of her shoulder. You brought your hand down to hers and held her wrist in place as she toyed with you. Slowly, she entered three fingers into you, curling them inside you ever so slowly. You bit your lip, closing your eyes tightly. Her pace quickened as the GPS showed you’d be driving soon. The sloppy wet sounds of your pussy, and the smacking noises of her palm colliding with your body. No matter how hard you tried not to moan you couldn’t hold it in much longer, letting out sinful melodies. You came to a stop light with cars all around you, you tried to remove her hand but she wouldn’t budge. “Baby, please there’s people around.” Pulling your dress down with one hand while the other rested on your forehead, trying to hide your flushed face. This only made her to faster, curling her fingers into you hitting that spot just right. Your body just had to react, you flung your head back eyes closed shut, mouth wide open. You held the bar under the car door handle, spreading your legs wide. A green light came up, iimin scoffed, she was enjoying ruining you like this. But in just a few streets you’d be at your destination. Lifting your leg up, you set your foot on dashboard, curling your other leg in the seat.

Your girlfriend groaned, the GPS told you that you made it to your destination. She pulled her fingers out of you, causing you to whine. “Fix yourself” she spoke in a stern tone, bringing her fingers to her mouth tasting you. Her windows were tinted, yes, but people were still able to see inside if they got close enough. You pulled your dress down, fixing your underwear, checking yourself out in the mirror. While you were fixing your hair, she got out of the car, making her way to your side. She stood there a little, giving you some extra time to gather yourself before opening the door. Taking your hand in hers, she leads you inside, where your friends immediately notice you rushing over. Your friend yunjin hugged you tightly, letting go greeting your girlfriend by shaking her hand. The smaller girl minjeong only waved with a big smile on her face when she saw how red you were. She walked over to you, whispering in your ear: “You might wanna go fix your makeup” she said. Giggling to herself, she raised an eyebrow at you, handing you a pocket mirror. You gasped a bit after seeing some of your makeup was ruined. You turned to your girlfriend, “Were gonna go to the bathroom real quick, buy us drinks?”. She nodded, watching you three walk off she made her way to the bar. When you made it to the bathroom, your friends bombarded you with questions and concerns. “Did you two fuck or something!?” “You did NOT look like that before” “The d can’t be that fire” they spoke amongst themselves. Giggling at each other as they pulled out makeup from their purses. “I mean we sorta did, she didn’t let me .. uh you know” the two girls in front of you stopped, glancing at each other before bursting into laughter. You were a little irritated but your shyness took over, covering your face in your hands. “Someone’s definitely getting laid tonight” minjeong spoke, yunjin giving her a high five. “Hey if she can, so can we” they both giggled in agreement with each other. Finally done with your makeup you examine yourself in the mirror. You looked better than before, the two girls let that be know as well with the whistling and clapping from behind you. Smiling at them you all get your things gathered and make your way out the bathroom.

Your girlfriend was waiting at the bar alone. She wasn’t for a while. A woman walked up to her, rubbing her hand across her back as she sat down next to her. You saw stopping in your tracks, the other two girls almost running into you, “Whats up y/n, you good” yunjin spoke before stepping out from behind you. Following your eyes, she saw exactly what you were looking at. Minjeong saw, too, glancing at you to see your reaction. The woman who accompanied your girlfriend seemed to be drunk, laying her hand on jimins thigh. The way she leaned back and forth when speaking to her. Your girlfriend swatted her hand away, looking around for you. Once she met your eyes, she smiled, waving for you to come over. “There’s no way you're going over there, right?” Your friend spoke. You scoffed and walked in the opposite direction, your friends falling close behind. You went to the lounging area, sitting down on a long leather couch. Yunjin said beside you as minjeong went to the cooler beside the couch. Bringing you three beers to drink as you watched the TV. “SO how long are we gonna be watching TV, I wanna dance~” minjeong spoke in a whine. Yunjin smiled at her before turning to you. You had an angry expression on your face. You nodded, getting up, leading them to the dance floor. Some upbeat RnB was playing, and people were dancing with partners having a good time. Minejong pulled yunjin onto the floor with her. They danced together, completely forgetting everyone around them. You laughed seeing the two, taking a sip from your drink. You stood there and watched as everyone else was enjoying themselves. That was until you felt a pair of hands around your waist pulling you close. Recognizing the perfume, you smiled a little, turning around to meet her face to face. She looked a bit upset. Her gaze was cold yet had a hint of sadness in her eyes. “What happened back there” she spoke in your ear. The music was too loud to have a normal conversation. “I could ask you the same” taking her hands off your waist and stepping back. You crossed your arms, tilting your head at her, waiting for her to answer.

“I don’t know who that woman was. She was clearly out of it babe” she spoke in desperation, giving you her puppy eyes. “I called you over because I told her my girlfriend was crazy, and you’d probably cut her head off” You smiled a bit as she continued to speak. Quickly dropping it as you came to your senses. “She said she had to see it to believe it, but you walked away” she moved closer to you, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. “What happened after I left” Your tone was stern, as if you were standing your ground. The ground soon felt like liquid the way she released your hands and caressed your face. Leaning in to whisper against your lips, “I went looking for you, of course”. She stared at your lips for a while before her gaze slowly rose to meet yours. A stupid smile formed on her face, pulling you away from the heated moment you heard your friends behind you. “Oooou look at the love birds” minjeong spoke, pointing at you two as yunjin shouldered her. “Maybe get a room, you know they have those” the other girl smirked before pointing in the direction to where the rooms would be found. Following her finger, you laid eyes on a bright neon sign that read “Quick Rooms” with dripping lips next to it. Your two friends laughed as they walked away to the bar for more drinks, leaving you and your girlfriend alone again. “Let’s go check it out” Jimin spoke, pulling you along with her. You both made it to the front desk for the rooms, asking for one the man gave you your key. “Don’t go too crazy, I don’t get paid enough” You all laughed as you and your girlfriend made your way down the long, dimly lit hallway to your room. “This is more than just a bar, huh?” she spoke, looking back at you with a smile. Dragging you to almost the end of the hall was your room, unlocking the door she let you in first.

Closing and locking it behind her, she leaned against the door with her arms folded. You turned around to face her, your hands playing w the hem of your dress nervously. “Are you still mad at me?” Your girlfriend spoke, eyeing you up and down. “What do you think” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms. She sighed, making her way towards you with her head hung down. Once you were finally close enough, she grabbed you by the waist, meeting your gaze with hers. “I already explained myself to you. What more do you want” she pulled you closer, your bodies were practically merging together. She stared at your lips for a moment, and she then whispered in your ear. “Or do you want me to prove my innocence to you…” it was hard trying to keep your composure, especially after she started leaving slow wet kisses on your jawline, slowly making her way to your neck. You tried to push her away, but she didn’t budge. She only held you tighter as she continued her assault on your body. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to turn your head away from her. She started leaving marks on your exposed neck, licking and biting at your skin. You whined a bit, biting your lip to conceal whatever noises dared to escape. “You can’t win this against me baby, you know that, just give in” her hand went down between your legs, her middle and ring fingers ghosting against her heat. She smiled, watching the way you shuddered under her touch. Picking you up, she took you to the door, where she out your back against. Still holding you in the air, she continued her attack on your neck. She later made her way to tour lips, you made out, it was sloppy and desperate. The way you moaned into her mouth, the noises you let out when she bit your lip. “Your so cute like this” she smiled against your lips before pulling away to look down at your soaked panties.

“As much as I wanna sit here and make a mess outta you, the bars gonna close soon, so I guess we’re gonna have to make this quick”. The unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pulling out her hard cock. Running the tip up and down your wetness, causing you to moan and toss your head back against the door. She pulled your panties to the side and slammed her cock deep inside you. You let out a loud gasp, her hand going to your throat, fighting her grips ever so slightly. The other keeping her hold on you, trying to keep you up in the air as she made a mess out of you. The sounds of your wet heat and her cock slamming into each other echoed through the room. Your moans and her grunts colliding with the sounds creating sweet melodies only the two of you can enjoy. She leaned in biting at your collarbone as her pace inside you quickened. Your moans grew louder and more lewd, the combination of her inside you and tasting your body was heavenly. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closers, deeper into you. “Fuck baby…I should get you mad all the time” she chuckled against your neck. You moaned in response, tears running down your cheeks, strands of hair sticking to your forehead. “I’m close .. fuck, I’m close” your voice was low and quiet, but just enough for your girlfriend to hear. “Yea? You gonna cum all over me? Huh baby” her pace went at an inhumane speed, fucking into you as if you weren’t even there, only focused on pleasure itself. Sinking her teeth into your neck as she came inside you, still pumping into you for your release. You finally came mixing her fluids with yours all over the floor and her pants.

Carrying you to the couch, she laid you down as she fixed herself. Grabbing a few tissues and whining her pants and the floor. You laid there half conscious, chest rising and falling as your mouth hung open. “C’mon baby, the place is about the close in like twenty minutes” she fixed your dress, whipping the sweat off your forehead with her hand, leaving a kiss behind. You sat up and checked your phone before getting up to leave. Your friends texted, saying they left and wished they could have said goodbye. “We would have said bye but, yk ur a freak” yunjin texted. You smiled. Your friends always teased you for any and everything. Taking your girlfriends hand, you stepped out of the room and into the dark hallway. You met the guy again, handing him the key. “You two had fun” he raised a brow at you two with a small smirk on his lips. Your girlfriend giggled as she walked away with you to the door. Leading you to your side of the car, she opened the door for you, waiting till you got seated and buckled she closed the door. You checked yourself out in the mirror as she made her way to the driver’s side. She got in and immediately started the car, buckling herself in she put a hand on your thigh. Rubbing circles on you with her thumb, also giving you small squeezes.

The drive home was going to be long, with gave you an idea. As the ride felt like it went on forever, you finally were hit by a red light. You smiled to yourself, glancing over to your frustrated girlfriend as she rubbed her nose bridge. “You okay, baby?” you questioned innocently as your hand slowly grazed over her pants. She nodded, eyes closed with her head in her hand. You unbuttoned her pants swiftly, unzipping them in a slow, teasing motion. You rubbed against her clothed cock, slowly, playing and squeezing her tip a little. Her legs twitched at the contact, biting the inside of her cheek. You pulled her boxers down slowly, her cock sprung out, hard and red. Stroking her heated body part slowly, she felt hot in your grasp. Each stroke you rubbed circles on her tip once you reached the top, causing her to jolt a little. “You know how risky this is baby” she spoke in between groans, biting her lip. You hummed, leaning over to her lap taking all of her in your throat. She gasped, her mouth hung open as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. Her hand went to grab a handful of your hair, moving your head up and down on her to a pace she liked. Causing you to gag on her length, you coated her base with spit that dripped from your mouth to your chin. You free hand went to massage her thigh, as you worked on her tip, licking and teasing it with your tongue. She forced your head to take her deeper, holding your hair tighter causing you to wince at the sting. “Baby we’re almost home…” She spoke in one short breath, her hips were thrusting into your mouth, somehow, she kept the car steady, safety first guys. You took all of her in the back of your throat, chocking a bit you went back to sucking her full length. Bobbing your head up and down faster using your other hand to stroke her at the same time. With a few more movements she came deep in your throat, pushing your head all the way down her length. You gagged, tears forming in your eyes as you swallowed it all. Finally sitting up, she parked the car, turning to face you. “We should do that more often” she spoke with a smile, kissing you on the lips. Fixing her pants she unlocked the car, doing her usual escorting her passenger princess out of her seat.

She picked you up bridal style, placing kisses all over your face. “Let’s go back tomorrow?” You asked, looking her in the eyes. She smiled and nodded her head, “Oh definitely”.

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Hi! I have a request if you are up for it!

Okay so how about reader and Drew are together and they have a fight before an interview with the obx cast. And reader is skipping her meals and didn’t sleep properly. During the interview she zoned out multiple times while fidgeting with her fingers. The others notice that she’s unusually quiet and are a little confused and concerned about what happened. Maddie pulls you aside when she notices that you’re hands are slightly shaking due to the lack of food and sleep and asks if everything is fine and maybe Drew hears it and is concerned. I just need some angst

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summary getting into a heated argument with your boyfriend, drew, before an interview with your co stars. you haven’t been taking care of yourself, you co stars notice and drew is concerned.

warning(s) angst, fighting, loss of sleep, not eating enough.

Today was gonna be scattered with interviews back to back⎯a long ass day. Been up since four in the morning to get ready then drive to the studio where the rest of your co stars await.

Drew and you had a fight. The fight had left both of you hurt and frayed. Words you couldn't take back echoed in your head, leaving a terrible taste in your lips. You both shedded a few tears.

When you arrived at the studio for the Outer Banks cast interview, you put on a faint smile, hoping it would be enough. The rest of the cast was already present—Maddie, Clarcia, Chase, Madison, Rudy, and JD—chatting and laughing as usual. You attempted to join in, but the pain in your chest made it difficult to concentrate.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Maddie asked softly, putting her right arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close, before sitting in the chair next to you.

"I'm good," you lie but making your voice promising to her⎯so she won't be suspicious.

The interviewer takes a seat across from you, introducing herself to everyone and preparing to ask questions. 

You, on the other hand, remained quiet. Drew was all you could think about, along with the fight. Fiddling with your hands on your lap and looking around your co stars. 

"Y/N, Scarlett, what do you like about your character?" the interviewer inquired passionately moving in her chair. 

You slowly move your head to the side, smiling as best you can. "I would say her compassion for friends and standing up for herself, even in difficult situations," you explain cautiously. 

The cast nods in unison, smiling at your response. Drew placed his right knee over his left, arms crossed over his chest, and intently listened to your words.

As the interview went on, your friends began to notice your typical laughter and outgoing self wasn't in the room. Out of everyone in the cast, you have a bunch of energy, always putting a smile on everyone's faces⎯making jokes, etc.

At the end of the interview, everyone said thank you and goodbye. Maddie's hand touched your bicep as you were getting out of the chair and guiding you to the corner.

Taking both hands, I said, "Baby, there's something going on in your thoughts. Tell me what's bothering you. We're all concerned.

"It's just⎯I haven't been eating lately, Drew and I had this fight this morning, I've been going through so much lately," you say, pausing in the middle of your sentence as you feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Maddie quickly hugs you, holding you tightly, rubbing your back in gentle circles, allowing you let everything out. Madison and Carlacia come over, giving you a warm hug. They tell you they're here for you and encourage you take good care of yourself.

"We love you so much, Y/N, it breaks our hearts you're feeling this way," Madison responds, "have you spoken to Drew?" Carlacia questions. 

In response to Carlacia's question, you shake your head.

All a sudden, Drew's voice appears, your head quickly looking up. Your eyes soften seeing him in front of you.

"Hey, could I please speak with her?" His voice was unusually quiet as he asked. 

After a moment of hesitation, Maddie nodded and gave your arm a comforting squeeze before leaving with Madison and Carlacia.

Drew's blue eyes searched yours as he stared at you. Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?

You said, without raising your voice above a whisper, "I didn't want to make things worse."

His face twisted. "I really regretted everything. What I said was not intended. I hate seeing you in this state."

His touch was warm and comforting as he reached for your shaking hands, causing tears to prickle your eyes. You muttered, "I didn't mean what I said either."

With one hand gently caressing gentle circles on your back and the other behind your head, Drew draws you close to his warm body. He apologized in a whisper and said, "I don't want you to treat yourself that way."

"I love you so much, baby." "To me, you are everything."

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A DARK TASTE ― a Boston QZ!Joel oneshot

series masterlist | ao3 | notifs blog pairing: Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader. summary: joel talks you through your first hand job and blow job. warnings: 18+, mdni. oral (m! receiving). joel guides you through the whole of it, such a good teacher. you are training to become a cock connoisseur. oral creampie. innocent/virgin!reader. small reference to fingering (f! receiving). humping. mind the hefty but legal age gap (reader is 19, joel is 55). an unhealthy use of “kiddo” and other petnames. sir kink. ddlg dynamics. a sprinkle of slut shaming. you are in the first few days of taking the contraceptive pill. reader is a blank slate with no backstory, has hair. only reader's pov. no use of y/n. w/c: ~2.9k.

“On your knees, kiddo,” Joel muttered softly, the pad of his thumb brushing over your mound, his other fingers possessively splayed across your pussy lips, cupping it gently.

You gazed at him like a baby deer blinded by sidelights in the middle of a road. Still out of breath after a sloppy make-out session, perched sideways on his lap with his right forearm wrapped around your waist and his hand buried in your panties, you dazedly gave him a shy nod.

Joel had done many indecencies to you but was yet to break your pussy open for the first time. “Not yet, sweet girl, need those pills you’re taking to work their magic first,” he’d tell you over and over again.

He’d only given you the tip of his ring finger so far, didn’t want to stretch your cunt before you took his cock. Having Joel only shallowly finger you was a fucking torture, a penitence for which your patience was running out.

You’d been counting down the days since you first took the combined pill five days ago, eager to have him, to know how his dick felt like when he’d spread your cunt out for himself. He’d not even let you pleasure him yet in any way, because “darling, I always come inside, not gonna waste a load like that. If I can’t have your sweet tight cunt yet, neither can you have my cock.”

You were tired of hearing the same excuse, so when you offered him your mouth instead a minute ago, he’d reconsidered his boundaries.

Excited to finally meet him, you jumped to your feet, giddy and nervous at the same time. Joel parted his legs in invitation, and you knelt between them, his muscular thighs framing you.

“Have you done this before?”

You shook your head. “You know I haven’t, sir.”

Joel’s serious façade folded for a brief second, a sleazy grin curling the corners of his lips before his steadfast expression returned.

“Unused pussy, virgin mouth. You really are a gift,” he gritted out, his calloused palm cradling your chin.

Molten lava ran through your veins, your core tingling with anticipation, saliva pooling in your cheeks. Your clit throbbed in your seam, the idea of giving him head stimulating enough. Your fingers squeezed around your knees—you wanted to get started now.

“Gonna put your mouth to work, kiddo,” Joel husked out, his fingers working fast to unbuckle the belt.

You caught a glimpse of the unruly curls peeking through the open zipper—he was wearing no underwear at all below the worn jeans. Unconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, scooting closer to his groin, your fingers reaching for his knees to grasp him, afraid this vision was going to vanish the moment you blinked.

“Will you talk me through it, please?” you asked in a whisper, batting your eyelashes at him. “Wanna do good, want to make it worthwhile for you, sir.”

Joel’s brows bunched up, scowling. A deep-rooted groan rumbled through his chest at your request, sliding the belt off the loops of his jeans before he discarded it to the side.

“Of course, sugar. I’mma teach you how to suck me good. Look at ya, all eager to get started and do some learnin’, aren’tcha?” You nodded, his hand condescendingly patting the crown of your head. “Bet you were the teacher’s pet in the QZ school.”

You barely heard his words, zoned in on the pubic hairs greeting you. Nodding mindlessly, your hands stroked his clothed thighs, moving dangerously close to the focus of your desire. Glancing up at him, you silently asked for his permission.

“Alright, go ahead. Take my cock out,” Joel rasped, guiding one of your hands.

He let go of you when your hand dipped in his jeans, blindly patting inside until your fingers curled around his girth for the first time. You marvelled at how soft he felt under your touch—warm, hard velvet. Thick, so much you wondered if he’d ever fit inside your mouth, let alone your pussy. Just the thought flustered you, the doubt flickering in your blown pupils.

“It’ll be fine, kiddo,” he reassured you with a knowing grin. “Trust me. Now, careful there.”

Giving him a little, testing squeeze, you managed to take his dick out of the imprisonment of his trousers. His cock swayed in front of you—veiny, thick and long enough to make you question all the decisions that led you here. Under your gentle hand, he throbbed and then you noticed how flushed his cockhead was, weeping and a white, slimy substance beading on the slit.

Your querying eyes shot up to his, an unspoken question dancing in your irises.

“No, I haven’t come yet, kiddo. That’s precum,” he explained calmly, although his jaw was locked.

“Oh,” you mumbled, your attention returning to his cock.

Delicately—you didn’t want to hurt him—you curled your fingers around his base and gave him a soft tug. Your eyes darted up to his again when Joel groaned, his hips twitching slightly. Immediately you removed your hand, afraid you’d done something wrong.

“Nuh-uh,” Joel tutted at you, grabbing your wrist to usher your hand back to his growing erection. “You’re being too gentle, need to add more pressure.” He wrapped the back of your hand with his palm and curled your fingers around his girthy cock, hashly pressing your palm around him and leading you, moving your hand up and down his shaft with a tight grip. “Yeah, like that. Keep going’.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his cock as you pumped him with determination now, peeling the skin back and then covering his glans with it, pinching it slightly at the end. Joel growled, his head tilting back and a jaw tic palpitating on his mandible. His reaction spurred you on, getting more confident with every jerk.

It was fascinating to see how his reddened cockhead got wetter by the second, that pre-cum he’d told you about pearling and coating his sensitive skin. Would it taste good? Because from here, it looked fucking delicious.

“Stick your tongue out of me, kiddo,” Joel spoke, and you were certain he could read your mind.

Obediently you did as told, your fingers draped around the base of his manhood, keeping him still in front of your agape mouth. Then your tongue slid out timidly, your eyes searching for his reassurance—but he wasn’t looking at you. Joel’s sight was focused on your parted, waiting lips.

He tapped the crying mushroom tip on your tongue, pressing it down on your wet muscle where it rested heavily.

“Have a little lick,” he commended you, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You wasted no time and kitten-licked the slit in his leaking cockhead once. Your brows instantly knitted together, trying to decipher the taste—salty but musky at the same time, warm and thick, manly. It was not what you had expected, but it wasn’t disappointing either. Just… different. Very much so.

“Like it, kiddo?”

“Not sure,” you replied, your head tilted to one side as you tried to decide.

“Here, have another taste,” Joel gritted between clenched teeth, pressing the tip of his dick against your plump lips. “Open up for me, little girl.”

Again you obeyed, parting your lips for him as Joel slid the first inch of his length into your mouth. Still debating, your tongue tentatively swirled around his glans, your brows bunching up as you twirled it around his cockhead again for good measure. The taste was much better this time—more intense, sweetly masculine.

“Don’t worry, kid, it will grow on you. It’s like the first time you try beer—you ain’t sure if you like it at first, but will end up loving it, craving it,” Joel assured you condescendingly. “Now suckle on it, like a pacifier.”

Whimpering a little, you sucked in his cockhead, a sharp inhale filling your nose with his virile scent. Your cheeks hollowed as you suctioned, eyes fluttering while you got used to have him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The flavour was ardent now as your taste buds began to appreciate what you were savouring. He was candied like a lollypop.

“Attagirl,” Joel mumbled, caressing the crown of your hair. “You’re doing well so far. Now you gotta use your tongue more. When you kiss my tip, twirl it around, and pump me good at the same time. Then sink my cock in your mouth. Change the pace a little too. Go ahead.”

You dutifully followed his instructions. Sucked, pumped, stuffed your mouth with as many inches as your untrained mouth could take.

“Well done, just like that, kiddo. Alright, reckon you can take more inches in that little pretty mouth of yours?”

With his mushroom head slotted between your lips, you gave him an innocent nod—his cue to push your skull down his length a little, enough to feel the underside of his cock sliding down your tongue. Your top teeth grazed him, and Joel’s fingers grabbed a fist of your hair to stop you.

“No teeth,” he warned tugging at your hair, tone coarse but controlled. “Cover ‘em with your lips.”

“S-s-sowry,” you apologised, mumbling around his girth but unable to pronounce the word properly.

Joel released the purchase on your hair, letting you find your pace. You bobbed your head up and down on his lap, never taking more than three inches. The way his thickness stretched the walls of your throat was something very new, comforting in a way. Knowing that his muted moans were all due to you made you drunk with a power you didn’t know you held over him.

His cock throbbed in your mouth, the rushing surge of blood announcing a potent heartbeat coming from his shaft. It surprised you, your eyes quickly flying up to his, silently checking in in your progress.

“You’re doing great, kiddo. Sucking me so good,” Joel growled, his brows furrowed, lips fallen in a flat line, as if he was holding back. “You’re a fast learner.”

You beamed at his compliment, his cock popping out of your mouth with a loud squelch. Pausing for a breather, your hand pumped him steadily.

“It’s ‘cause you’re a good teacher,” you giggled, bowing down again to press a sloppy kiss to his red, almost purple tip.

“You see the slit?” You nodded. “Poke at it with your tongue, try wiggle your way through. Then aspirate as if you’re drinking with a straw.”

You did exactly as he’d indicated, a deep, throaty moan breaking free from his lips, his hips twitching in need under you. Sealing your lips around just the tip of him, you siphoned him again. The pulse that came from him was way more intense now.

“Fuck, kid. You’re good, so fucking good,” Joel almost whimpered, pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose.

Encouraged by his praise, you took him in your mouth again, and this time around, his weeping glans hit the back of your throat. A sudden need to retch overcame you, swallowing hard to keep the bile at bay, your oesophagus itching.

“Easy there, darling. Don’t choke,” his thumb brushed away some tears you had not felt falling down your face. “Look at’cha, tryna give head like a grownup.”

You wanted to retort back, “I am a grownup!” but his manhood was taking up all the room in your mouth, so you could only grumble a faint “Immhmmphaghhmrownhpmhup.”

Joel laughed at you, his cock gently vibrating in your mouth.

“Sure are, kiddo,” he replied, almost patronisingly.

If you could have pouted, you would have. Instead, you made a point of sucking him deeper. Tomorrow you’d have a stiff neck, but that didn’t stop you from bobbing up and down, his throbbing dick almost breaching past the resistance at the back of your throat. By that point you were loudly gagging, drunk with his taste and musky smell, drool cascading down the corners of your mouth and chin, making a mess of his jeans and the neckline of your t-shirt.

“Fuck, yes. You love it now, don’t you? Sucking me like a fucking whore.” It didn’t feel like an insult but quite the opposite—a compliment. “Can’t believe no one has ruined your mouth before, you’re such a dirty little girl.”

You mewled in response, your body awakening. Your nipples were perking up, tenting your shirt, and your pussy tingled and gushed, leaving a wet spot on your panties. The need to hump something was severe, your clit throbbing while you ate Joel’s cock as if it was the last meal you’d ever taste. Your hips rocked slightly on their own accord, and Joel noticed.

“Is your pussy wet, hm?” You were barely able to nod, mouth busy pleasuring him. “Poor kid, wanting to get off. Here.” Joel’s frame shifted as his torso tilted to one side, his arm reaching behind you to place a pillow between your thighs. “Hump that, will make you feel all better.”

The moment you began riding the pillow, the blow job became messier. Your boobs were bouncing between his knees, Joel’s throbbing cock furrowing his way down your throat easier now. The need to heave was still very much there, but you fought it back with all your might.

Grinding on the pillow felt too good, chasing a built-up release. That now familiar feeling of a coil tightening low in your belly started to form, to take shape—your bundle of nerves scraping the lining of your panties, intensifying the overwhelming sensation to pee. And then the coil snapped suddenly, and you wailed like a bitch in heat as you came, drenching your underwear and the pillow tucked away between your thighs.

“Such a good girl,” Joel grunted, his control slipping with every stroke of your mouth. “You’re gonna take a big, fresh load, kiddo. M’gonna fill up your sinful mouth to the fucking brim. Milk me fucking dry, won’tcha?” Joel almost heaved, his chest rising up and down as he neared climax. “It might startle you, feeling me cum, but just stay put f’me, sweetheart. It’ll be alright.”

Even with his forewarning, when the first ropes hit the back of your mouth, it shocked you a little. The strength with which his seed collided with your uvula almost made you falter and spring back, but in the last moment, you didn’t. Still hazed by your own orgasm, you let Joel stuff your mouth full of his white, tacky spent.

His seed had that salty, musky taste to it, but much more powerful than when it was just pre-cum. It coated your mouth, your taste buds flaring alive as you registered every subtle hint of his flavour—a metallic tang you hadn’t noticed before. Was there such a thing as a cock connoisseur? Because that was a career you’d like to pursue with him as your mentor.

Joel sighed heavily above you, your eyes meeting his while the hardness of his erection lost its turgidity, becoming soft in your mouth.

“What a pretty picture,” he lazily smiled at you, stroking your cheek again. “Shoud take a picture, frame it and have it on display. I’m gonna pull out now, I don’t wanna see any of my cum leaking out, okay, kid? You keep it in that mouth of yours.”

You nodded submissively, still cock drunk from the whole experience. Joel palmed your forehead and pushed you back a little, his half-hard dick slipping out. You kept your lips sealed as he’d indicated, his musky sperm pooling on your tongue.

“I want you to swallow, darling. Gulp it down, keep it safe in your tummy for me, will ya?” He asked, bowing down and pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Completely uninhibited and surrendered, you forced his cum down your throat—it skidded down your oesophagus with such ease, it was as easy as drinking water.

“Let me see?” Joel inspected your open mouth and gave you a gentle pat on the cheek when he found no white remnants. “Attagirl. Now run your lips down my cock, kiddo. Clean me up. Can’t leave me with such a mess, would be rude of you.”

“Of course, sir,” you rapidly agreed.

You lapped at his length on all four sides, his now limp cock sparkly clean. Sitting back on your heels, you admired him, impressed with yourself—you’d taken all of that in your mouth and didn’t throw up. You snickered, chancing a glance at him.

Joel was lazily smiling at you through heavy eyelids, a hint of pride glittering in his eyes. He really was proud of you for doing such a good job. You bit your bottom lip down as you stood up to sit on his lap again, draping an arm around his neck.

“So? What’s my grade, professor?” You joked, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

“A solid eight out of ten,” Joel conceded, his palm possessively rubbing the small of your back. “Not giving you the ten yet because there’s always room for improvement, sugar, but you’re a natural. Had I known how good you suck dick before, I would have let you have a taste sooner. And talking about taste, did you like it?”

“It’s sweet and salty at the same time, such a weird combination!” You sighed dreamily, resting your face on his shoulder. “At first I wasn’t sure, but I think you’re right—with practice, I just know I’m not gonna be able to live without it.”

Joel chuckled, his other hand squeezing your thigh. “Daily practices from now on, kiddo. Gonna have to train your throat so you don’t gag so much, you poor little thing.”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Coffee Crossfire: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You own a cafe in Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes’ territory. You occasionally let him hold meetings in the cafe after hours and things usually go well….but not this time.

Part 1

Your anger and frustration towards Bucky fizzled out after two days. You knew that it really wasn't his fault the cafe got shot up. He told you firsthand when you bought the property of the risks of having a business in his territory. But he always reassured you that whatever damage happens, he'd take care of it.

Like a true mob boss, he kept his word.

Even with his busy schedule, he came in every day to help oversee the work that was being done. He wasn't much help though. You'd tell his men what to do, what goes where, how things should look, etc. He just pays for everything.

However, when some of the new tables and chairs came in, you put Bucky to work.

While everyone was working in the front, you and Bucky assembled the furniture towards the back of the cafe. Bucky looked at the instructions and let out a breath of relief, "Thank god these have written out instructions. Not like other instructions where it's all pictures. Shit gets confusing."

You snicker as you lay out the pieces by their labelled sticker, "Honestly, these shouldn't be too hard to do. They're similar to the ones I had before."

"Ready when you are, boss," Bucky says with a smile.

You snort, "Never thought I'd hear you call anyone else 'boss'."

He shrugs, "You're the only one I'll listen to, sugar," he gives you a wink and you look away as your cheeks start to heat up.

You can't deny that Bucky is attractive, funny, and charming. He's also sweet and intimidating, but also caring. Sure what he does isn't lawful in any means, however, he cares for everyone in his family's territory. He knows everyone by name, helps them when they ask, and make sure everyone's protected and safe.

You told yourself when you first met him not get close to him, but years later, you know you're more than close to Bucky. You two are attached to the hip. At first, you considered him as a friend, but in the most recent years, you've started to see him as more. That scares you a little.

You moved to Brooklyn to get away from those feelings and here you are, right back to where you were. All because of Bucky Barnes.

You love him. You know you truly do, you're just not sure if he feels the same. Sure he flirts with you, but he doesn't mean it. You've seen him flirt with a bunch of other people too, so it definitely doesn't mean anything when he flirts with you.

"Sugar, gimme a hand?" he breaks you from your thoughts.

"Sure," you move closer to him, "What do you need?"

"Just hold these two pieces together while I screw this in."

"M'kay," you hold to pieces of a chair together, and Bucky twists the screwdriver to secure them in place. Your face is close to his, you smell the coffee on his breath and his expensive cologne. You see the bags under his eyes and it makes you frown.

"There. Than-what's with the frown?"

"You haven't been sleeping well," when he looks at you confused, you point to his face, "the bags under your eyes. Bucky, you should be at home resting, not spending early mornings with me here."

"It's fine, sugar."

"No, it's not. You should be well rested because you have a lot of work to do-"

"And they're getting done, just not all by me. Things are getting handled, Y/N, don't worry. I wanna be here."

"Why? Nothing much for you to do here. Your guys have it covered."

He shrugs, "Just in case you need me or," he gestures to the furniture pieces, "need someone to help you build furniture." He smiles when you giggle. His heart flutters, "I'll be here every day until you tell me to fuck off."

"But why?" you genuinely ask him in curiosity.

He looks away from you and at the half-assembled chair in front of him, "Because I do what I can for the people I love." He then clears his throat and goes back to assembling the chair.

You stare at him in disbelief. He loves you. Bucky Barnes just said he loves you. He-

Bucky's phone starts ringing and he answers it. He hugs it between his ear and his shoulder as he screws in another piece of the chair, "Yeah?" He listens to the caller and lets out a long sigh, "Alright. I'll be over in a bit. Keep 'em awake. Bye."

You look at him with concern, "Everything okay?"

"Got more info on the guys who shot us up. Need to meet with Romanoff." Bucky grunts as he stands, pocketing his phone. His runs a hand through his brunette locks, "If you're still here when I'm done, I'll come back. Maybe I can get you some food since I know you don't eat when you get too busy."

You stand, meeting his gaze, a soft smile on your lips. Bucky knows you so well and you can't believe its taken you this long to see how he truly feels.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He's frozen in place and by the time he registers what's happening, you pull away, "I love you. Thank you for always taking care of me and being there for me."

"I, uh-" his face starts turning pink, "Ye-Yeah. Of course, sugar. I-shit." He hides his face in his hands and you can't help but laugh. You've turned The White Wolf of Brooklyn into blubbering, blushing mess.

He drops his hands from his face and he's smiling wide, "You love me? Really?"

"I do. I've loved you for a long time. I-I always hoped you felt the same. I thought you did with the flirting and how you were always there for me. But I'd see you do the same with others so I figured-"

He shakes his head, "No, sugar. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so confusing. I-shit, Y/N, everything I do and say is because I love you. I love you so fucking much. I'd burn the world for you," he steps closer, placing his hands on your hips, nose grazing yours.

"For a big scary mobster, you're quite the softie, aren't you?"

"Don't let the guys know. It'd ruin my reputation," he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.

"It's fine. We already know," Steve says as he stands there with his arms across his chest and a smirk on his face.

Bucky frowns, "Way to ruin the mood, Rogers."

Steve shrugs, "Sorry, but we have some important stuff to attend to."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bucky steps away with a pout, "Sugar-"

You pull him back in for a kiss and he's quick to kiss you back this time. You then break the kiss with a grin, "Go take care of business, boss."

Bucky is a little dizzy and has a goofy grin on his face, "You got it, boss." He pecks your lips one last time and then steps away, "Got another reason to call you sugar now."

"Yeah?"

He nods, "'Cause your lips taste so sweet," he says with a wink and follows Steve out of the cafe.

You're not sure how you can get back to work after that kiss and confession. But you'll have to do your best!

[eraserbread]

God forbid a girl asks for some ex-husband kento (pls 🥺)

kento really should leave. it's obvious -- this is not his home anymore.

no, it's his daughters and ex-wife's. he handed it over like stone once the divorce went final, wanting his girl to grow up in spacious security. he'll sign on a lackluster one-bedroom in the city just so all of his money can flow into keeping you afloat.

though you're perpetually trapped by him, using a bank account he monitors and living in a home you don't pay for, he still gives you grace. it's because he's guilty. kento knows he fucked you over, it's why he's pacing your bedroom door where he knows you're asleep.

he's a good dad, carving out time between missions to run and take his daughter to school. it's the one constant his little girl has, and in first grade, she's old enough to understand that he's never really around.

it's why he has her hello kitty lunch box tight in his grip that she left in his car today. he knows you need to pack it for tomorrow and would likely freak out if you lost it, so he needed to hand it to you personally.

or, that's what he tells himself to justify the anxious pacing. he needs to swallow that familiar need for you that brews in his bones and leaves him tossing and turning through his sleepless nights. It's only been a year without you; surely he can handle a lifetime, right?

all he was going to do was drop the box on your nightstand, send a quick text, and be on his way. but, you had other ideas.

it was his stupid pacing; it woke you up, and now you were staring at the windowless wall, scowling into nothingness. blankets are bunched neatly at your lace-covered waist, wrapped in a honeymoon artifact you used to show off for your husband, now your insecure ex who doesn't speak more than two sentences at a time.

unless, it's to tell you to be obedient, or stop talking.

this time, it's you who initiates the talking. "what are you doing?"

you can't see the tense in his shoulders when he realizes you're awake. he thought he could get lucky, sneaking around like a criminal. you wouldn't give him luck -- he doesn't deserve peace.

"just dropping off rin's bento box." the hard plastic hits your side table, and you shudder. his voice is deep like he's tired. "she ran out of my car like she was mad this evening... all to see you. she's a mother's girl, not like I can blame her much."

"she has like eight bentos, you could've left it."

kento sighs, letting your words overtake and shove his efforts right back in his face. "it's her favorite."

"she has eight favorites."

"okay." he deadpans. "anything else i'm doing wrong? or that I don't know?"

"nanami, we'd be here all night if I told you the truth." with every sentence, it's becoming increasingly obvious that you won't be getting much sleep. you sit up, pulling your blankets around your half-decent body. "say it. whatever it is that brought you here with the excuse of a bento."

you know better than to expect kento to listen, but you don't expect him to round the expanse of the bed, dropping to his knees right next to you. he attempts to reach for your tangled hand, but you swat him away, gaze full of indignant fires.

"forgive me... please." he's muttering, head dipped in embarrassment. since he gave you up, he's realized it as his biggest mistake. he can't calm the burning within him at night, he can't stand going back to his old ways - convenience store dinners and storefront sandwiches. but, he also can't let you be dragged into his work again. He could see the effect it pulled you into, the worry that ate you alive every time you saw him. but, there must be an answer, some alternative to cold-turkey. you are an addiction.

"forgive you? forgive you for what? breaking apart our family? giving up? giving in to your cowardice? i don't think you understand -- you leaving me doesn't just affect you and I, it affects rin in ways we won't see until it's eating us alive. that's on you. it's your fault." always level-headed, always the voice of reason even if it's painful. kento nods, but can't look at you.

"forgive... me..." he pleads, emotionless and unblinking at the rugged floor. "...please."

you scoff, pushing away from him on the bed. you crawl to the other side, the side nanami left the bento, and take it as an excuse to run from this situation.

"you're just going to walk away?"

"yes! because i'm not dealing with your bullshit." he follows you out into the hallway, past your sleeping daughters room and into the kitchen. you can feel his shadowed eyes staring at the jutting expose of your ass through the nightgown, but for some reason it doesn't bother you. emotionally, you're as disconnected as possible, but your body still likes him. i mean, it's undeniable, kento will always be the most attractive man you've ever, ever seen.

it was not you who cut those ties. never you.

and he's crowding you as you turn on the faucet, opening rin's box and putting it under. kento is on you the entire time, but he actually corners you against the sink, huge body caging you in, hands planted at your either side. his breathing is nasally and pathetic. you're scowling.

"...ignore that."

you're squinting, trying to gauge what you're ignoring. then, you can feel it. anger rises your body temperature. an erection, pressing right between the swells of your loosely covered ass. "you're genuinely so unbelievable."

you've begun washing the dish, spinning soapy water in the painted pink plastic as he breathes on your neck. you wish you can push him away and lessen him to a lifetime of sexual pining and angst, but you're stoic.

the dish is washed, you're turning around, breathless. and just as you go to close your hand over his cheek and give in, a tiny voice from the hallway catches you.

"mama?" your little girl whines, one eye cracked open in the harshness of the lights. she's all messy-haired, red-faced and sleepy. in her left hand hangs a tattered kuromi doll. "I heard... dad..."

you've never pushed kento away like this, but he's being pushed, taking it like it's nothing, too. he understands that whatever rin needs comes first - he's okay not being at your attention.

and he loves seeing you two interact as you sweep her up in your safe arms. rin settles on your hip, long legs kicking into the air as she rests on your shoulder. "sleepy."

"i know, my baby." you coo, running a hand through her hair. "want me to put you back to sleep?"

staring at her twin, her dad, rin nods her sleepy head, using a fist to tug at her right eye. "dad... bye, daddy."

"bye, my princess." kento stands from his lean on the counter, closing in to kiss rin on the cheek. he lingers for a moment, peeking up to your unreadable gaze. you make him feel so little, now. like he hardly exists as a human, let alone the father of your child and the man you loved for over a decade. "sleep well. be nice to your mama, too. I'll be here to take you to school tomorrow."

as you tuck your girl back into bed, she's peaceful. "mama? are you and dad happy again? will he live here again?"

kneeling at her bedside, you smooth the blankets over her figure, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "probably not."

she whines close-eyed, turning her face away from you. "I didn't do anything to make you mad, so why is it my fault?"

"what? rin, dad and i not being together is entirely our fault." you're mindful to the core when speaking to her, deciding it better not to pin blame on you or kento, just for the respect of her mentality.

she whines again, shoving away from your touch defiantly. she's holding kuromi like she's stressed, and it kills you.

"please, mama. please fix it."

[ghast1yghosts]

Eddie’s back hits the wall and Steve crowds into his space, never breaking their feverish kiss. Steve’s hand gently comes to cup his cheek while the other presses on the small of his back, arching Eddie’s spine to touch up against the hard line of his body.

Barely parting, Eddie’s shallow intake of air gets cut off again by the sinfully plush and slick lips, quickly passing his own to lick into his his mouth.

He doesn’t know where to put his hands—they end up bunched in Steve’s hair.

Gripping tighter on the short strands as the thumb on his face ghosts down to push his chin up. A lewd pop sounds when those lips leave and start trailing down the curve of his jaw, teasing their way down his neck only stopping when its found its mark.

Eddie drops his head back to the wall with a soft groan, basking in the overwhelming presence and feeling of SteveSteveSteve that will always feel all too consuming.

“Steve…” He can’t help the small whimper escaping.

Lips leave their place and hands cup the sides of his face.

“Hey. Hey, Eds. You okay?” Bleary and confused as to why Steve stopped, Eddie blinks his eyes open to look at the concerned expression on his face.

“W- Yeah—“ He clears his throat a little, “Yeah, I’m fine, Steve.” The man just looks at him, reading his expression carefully and quietly searching for any signs of discomfort.

Then what just happened it hits him dead on.

Eddie closes his eyes and drops his head slightly.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick that up,” he winces.

He’s met with silence and risks peeking at Steve, and then watches as realization dawns on his face followed by a snarky grin that splits his face, a laugh on the edge of it.

“Yep. You bet we fuckin got that Munson,” the camera operator calls from the side of the set. They send Steve into a fit of hysterics and Eddie shoves him back a step.

God damnit, it was the second take at least and not the first.

“Fucking Chri— We’re deleting that and forgetting this ever happened.” Steve’s laughter rings throughout the 3 sided room, “I swear to go this does leave this set.”

“Hey, at least you were convincing.” It’s the goddamn *director* this time. This is mortifying.

“Can it. You try kissin this guy and see if you remember your fuckin name.”

They raise their hands, “Sounds like a good deal to me—don’t have to ask me twice.” Eddie just shakes his head at the antics.

This wasn’t exactly how he thought the 6th day of filming for his “big acting debut” would go, but given the circumstances, he can’t necessarily be disappointed either.

His fellow cast and crew haven’t been anything less than amazing and accommodating. They’re all so passionate about the film, it’s indescribably enthralling to be apart of.

He smiles when Steve finally catches his breath, raising his hands to cup his face again, and gives him a chaste kiss—more smile than lips.

—

This is a possible sequel scenario from my Unwritten Fame AU: starting Rockstar Eddie and Actor Steve, whom have been dating for years, but only recently came out as a couple to the public.

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Dating/ Relationship headcannons for eyeless jack? For female reader, please! Thank you!

Haha so like believe it or not I’ve started writing dating headcanons shortly after posting my general NSFW headcanons…. And then I got distracted

Also um so like me when I said I was gonna answer a bunch of requests over spring break and then proceeded to not answer a single one after that…. SO YEAH IM WORKING ON IT

Anyways…

𓆩♡𓆪 Creepypasta boys dating headcanons 𓆩♡𓆪

+love languages as a bonus

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, BEN drowned, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff the Killer

☠︎︎ physical touch, he’s very used to touch being used in a negative way, towards him or by him so soft touches would make him melt

☠︎︎ likes to have you in his lap

☠︎︎ like wdym you need a chair he’s right here???

☠︎︎ he flirts with you by being sarcastic and snarky ☠︎︎ so like you might think he hates you at first before you realize he has a crush on you

☠︎︎ not great with his words/expressing his feelings

☠︎︎ you’d need to have thick skin to be with him, because he will definitely say things he doesn’t mean during an argument

☠︎︎ and he LIKES to argue, so if you hate conflict he’s probably not for you

☠︎︎ jealous and a bit possessive too, so you’d have to be careful about how you talk to other people and how often you do so

☠︎︎ he needs a LOT of reassurance and attention but he won’t ask for it directly, he’ll just get snappy and mean without an explanation

☠︎︎ it’s not always obvious why he’s upset so he’d need to be with someone who is both perceptive and patient

☠︎︎ he’s not the best at figuring out why you’re upset, so direct communication is best for him

☠︎︎ ride or die tbh, he doesn’t like very many people so if you’ve somehow wooed him you ain’t ever getting away

Ticci Toby

✘ touchtouchtouch

✘ he can’t feel pain or temperature so he values the things he can feel

✘ his hands are always on you in some capacity

✘ he’ll have his arm around you, he’ll hold your hand, and he LOVES it when you hold his arm

✘ he’ll also bear hug you and pick you up whenever he sees you (and he expects you to run into his arms)

✘ kinda OBNOXIOUS lol, like he’s the type of bf who does shit to annoy you just because he likes to see you get all riled up

✘ pokes your nose, licks your face, bites you, anything to get your attention

✘ no press is bad press

✘ the way he expresses love and affection is… unconventional

✘ like will sometimes just be so over the top and cannot read the situation

✘ he’d be very blunt in how he feels about you and generally is uninhibited when speaking about his feelings

✘ This can sometimes lead to issues so would need thick skin if you’re gonna date him

✘ he’s spontaneous and super energetic so you either need to be someone who can match that energy or super go with the flow

✘ has trouble seeing things from your perspective sometimes, but in an argument he doesn’t get all heated he just shuts down

✘ so he’d definitely do better with someone who’s not very temperamental

✘He’s a wild ride but if you can be down with all he’s got going on, he’ll stay in a long term relationship

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 gifts! He would definitely be bringing you back little trinkets

𖤐 it could be fun and pretty things he’s found while he’s out or little snacks/your favorite drink, etc

𖤐 just anything he can bring you to show you he was thinking of you

𖤐 treats you like you are dainty because he’s scared of breaking you

𖤐 he loves so gently

𖤐 makes sure you know you are valued by him

𖤐 regularly tells you he loves you, that you’re beautiful, he appreciates you

𖤐 plans the cutest dates and really likes to take you out

𖤐 the dates would be super tailored to what you’re into

𖤐 arguments are more like open discussions and he genuinely wants to help you change and grow as a person

𖤐 he’s a bit protective and only slightly jealous, no more than anyone else really

𖤐 he doesn’t want to hold you back in anyway really so he doesn’t often tell you what to do

𖤐 he would do best with someone who’s softer and less judgmental, he has a lot of shame around his eating habits and feeling like a monster

𖤐 he tends to give more than he takes so he’d do better with someone who’s also very generous that way there’d be equal dynamics between you two

BEN drowned

⚠︎ quality time, but not so much in the way of just liking to be around, he likes if you actually make plans to see him, even if it’s just to hang out

⚠︎ loves to play video games with you and he gets competitive

⚠︎ somewhat like Toby he is a little shit!

⚠︎ like he just LOVES to annoy the fuck out of you

⚠︎ he just thinks you’re wayyyy too cute when you’re angry

⚠︎ really likes to show off who he’s with

⚠︎ will buy you clothes, makeup, etc really anything to doll you up and show you off

⚠︎ once you are official he will be telling everyone in the existence of ever

⚠︎ especially because…

⚠︎ he’s SUPER POSSESSIVE like oh god HE’S SICK

⚠︎ like if someone LOOKS at you a little too long he’s got a problem

⚠︎ god forbid someone hits on you

⚠︎ but rather than taking it up with you, he just secretly ruins their life

⚠︎ he may not always be the best partner, he can lack empathy at times and arguments with him are a nightmare because he will twist your words and may manipulate you lightly

⚠︎ will randomly come through when it really matters

⚠︎ would do better with someone who’s (and forgive me here for my choice of word) a bit tsundere-like

⚠︎ he likes someone who takes effort to win over because he loves the chase

⚠︎ he also likes if you’re easy to embarrass or get a reaction out of

⚠︎ your relationship will feel like constant push and pull

X Virus

☣︎ acts of service

☣︎ Cody is a problem solver and will do what he can to make you happy and help you when there’s things troubling you

☣︎ at the same time, he has periods where he gets really invested into what he’s studying and may not pay attention to you for days

☣︎ so if you’re caring and will support him while he gets like that >>>>

☣︎ like bringing him food, helping with his laundry, etc (daily tasks he would need to do but he’s too hyper focused to take care of himself)

☣︎ you may have to convince him to shower during these periods

☣︎ would likely be pretty inexperienced in romance

☣︎ would defo be one of those guys that gets exponentially hotter after getting a girlfriend because she teaches him how to dress and be presentable

☣︎ rambles on about his experiments so you would ideally be a good listener and someone who will engage with him even if you have no idea what he’s talking about

☣︎ not super jealous but has CRAZY accurate senses when it comes to someone actually liking you and subtly flirting with you

☣︎ it’s like a siren goes off in his brain and then he’s like “not that person”

☣︎ pussy whippedddddd like once he’s into you you’ve got him on his KNEES

☣︎ got him opening doors and carrying heavy stuff like shittttttt

Tim/Masky

꩜ acts of service

꩜ Tim is not always the best with his words and can be kind of awkward so he’d rather just do things to show he cares

꩜ protective almost in like a dad way, like would make sure your car had all the fluids and maintenance it needs (can u tell I know nothing about cars)

꩜ or you’d randomly mention something you want and it’ll magically appear

꩜ he’s very practical, so dates and anniversaries are not too over the top, he keeps it simple

꩜ he’d do best with someone who’s more chill and laid back

꩜ he’s slow to open up and not the best at discussing his feelings so someone who is patient & perceptive is better for him

꩜ if it’s cold he always wants you to take his jacket (also loves to see you in it)

꩜Chivalry ain’t dead while he’s around

꩜ doesn’t get jealous often, he’s pretty mature

꩜ he’s very closed off and secretive about the parts of his life that he’s not proud of, so he’d need to be with someone who’s comfortable with not knowing everything

꩜ this also means it would take you a while to meet Masky

☆ Masky isn’t around all that often so you won’t get a ton of attention from him

☆ he views you as more of a pet than a girlfriend

☆ will give you the occasional head pat or say something flirtatious which often borders on sexual harassment

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 words of affirmation

𖣐 he likes to be told that he is valued!

𖣐 but also loves to compliment you, and he is quite charming

𖣐 LOVES to tease

𖣐 he’s constantly taking pictures of you or recording you

𖣐has a picture of you in his wallet

𖣐 writes you little love notes and hides them in places you’ll find them easily

𖣐 he’s really perceptive so you can’t easily hide your feelings around him

𖣐 he will call bullshit if you try to say “no, I’m not mad” because he KNOWS

𖣐 not really jealous at all tbh

𖣐 if someone hits on you he takes it as a compliment

𖣐 like yeah he knows you’re hot

☹ You don’t see Hoodie for a while

☹ because lowkey he acts like a stalker at first even though you’re dating Brian and therefore also him

☹ he wouldn’t just come up and approach you, he has to be a weirdo and watch you from the shadows

☹ like just come talk to me you freak

☹ he will also leave you letters but they’re a little more sinister than Brian’s and in places that are off putting

☹ eventually he’d approach you, but like Masky he more so sees you as something to toy with rather than a girlfriend (even though his affection for you is definitely deep in there somewhere)

Hope you enjoyed :3

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless

Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing!

Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufffff

Summary: You and Jisung are colleagues, and he's in love with you. But he's so nervous and clueless about how to win you over. And in come his brothers, to help out.

Clueless Masterlist

It all began with Jisung staring at you for what feels like the 397th time that week. The way your soft smile lights up his world whenever you greet him, the way you tap your pen against your lip during team meetings, and the way you always manage to help him without a second thought - Jisung is completely, utterly gone.

And yet, he is clueless. Clueless as to how to make you notice him as more than the guy who fumbled through presentations and ogles at you like you're his favorite cheesecake.

So naturally, he turns to the only people he can think of for help. His brothers.

Jisung: I NEED HER.

I.N: Umm who?

Minho: Oh my god. It’s that girl again.

Hyunjin: A girl, I see. Is she cute?

Felix: Guys, let him speak.

Chan: Okay, Jisung. What’s the problem?

Seungmin: Jisung has a crush.

Jisung: I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH.

Seungmin: Sure you don't. You're totally not unhinged rn.

Jisung: I'M NOT UNHINGED.

Seungmin: What's with the yelling then?

Jisung: I have… feelings. Serious ones.

Minho: So you’re down bad.

Hyunjin: Tragic. Who’s the victim?

Jisung: Y/N Y/L/N

Complete silence.

I.N: She’s out of your league, bro.

Jisung: THAT’S NOT HELPFUL.

Hyunjin: No, but seriously. She’s so sweet. Like so so sweet. Sweet sweet.

Chan: HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin: Sorry.

Felix: That’s why we’re here! To help him not ruin it. Right, guys?

Minho: um, sure.

Jisung stares at the chat, already regretting his decision. These are a bunch of maniacs for heaven's sake! He waits, holding his breath, while Felix breaks the silence.

Felix: Ok, let's brainstorm.

Minho: Easy. Corner her in the supply closet and say, “I need you. Now.”

Jisung: Excuse me, WHAT.

Hyunjin: No, wait. That’s brilliant. Push her against the wall for added effect. Women love tension.

Changbin: Are you sure about that?

Felix: Guys. Wtf.

Chan: Jisung, please don’t do that.

Jisung: I wasn’t GOING TO.

I.N: You sure?

Chan: Just start small. Be genuine. Compliment her work.

Felix: Yeah, that's a good plan.

Jisung groans, burying his face in his hands. Of course this is a bad idea. How's he going to compliment you when just the sight of you has him falling apart like a house of cards.

The next morning, Jisung walks into the office with a mission. Chan's advice sounds promising, so that's what he's going to follow.

At least that's what he thought he'd do. But the moment you walk into the room in that cute cardigan, his brain turns into mashed potatoes.

“Good morning, Jisung!” You say, smiling at him as usual.

“Good morning.” Jisung clears his throat, his hands turning ice cold.

“Everything ok?” You ask as you see him glitching.

“Yeah, of course, perfect… you know, just thinking about.. um.. work.. it's good, you do good work…Work.” Jisung stares at you wide eyed, feeling faint.

Your brows furrow a little, but you still smile as you say, “Thank you?”

Jisung barely makes it through the rest of the day without combusting. He just wants the earth to split open and swallow him whole because there's absolutely no point in trying to be alive after that.

Jisung: GUYS. I MESSED UP.

Minho: Shocking.

Jisung: I tried to compliment her, but I think I said “work” five times in a row.

Hyunjin: Should've cornered her in the supply closet.

Chan: Relax, Jisung. Everyone gets nervous.

Changbin: Nah, screw the soft play. You gotta go BIG.

Jisung: What does “BIG” mean?

Changbin: Like a grand gesture. Buy her flowers or something.

Hyunjin: Or serenade her in the breakroom.

Felix: No. Don't do that.

Seungmin: What about showing off your strengths? You’re funny. Make her laugh.

Minho: Yeah, tell her a joke about how bad you are at flirting. Maybe it’ll cancel itself out.

Jisung decides to take Seungmin’s advice. Because, even if he's a nervous mess, he is a funny guy. So the next day, during lunch, he manages to sit next to you.

“Mind if I join you? ” he asks, pretending his heart wasn’t about to leap out of his throat.

Your smile and say, “Of course not.”

But then, he doesn't give it a minute before he executes his plan.

“I’m not great at this whole… flirting thing,” Jisung blurts out as soon as he sits. “But I think I’d like to learn. You. I mean, not learn you. I mean, yes, but not in the creepy way. Unless you’re - WAIT.”

He stops talking and breathing as he looks down at his food, trying to pull himself together.

You blink, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

“You’re doing fine, Jisung.” you say with a giggle and the warmth in your voice makes his cheeks burn.

“Yeah?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Yeah,” you say, tilting your head. “Maybe we can grab coffee sometime, and you can practice on me.”

Jisung didn’t respond because he's too busy screaming internally.

Jisung: SHE SAID YES. OH MY GOD. SHE SAID YES.

I.N: TO WHAT?!

Jisung: COFFEE.

I.N: AHHH!

Hyunjin: Oh wow. Okay, don’t screw this up.

Minho: Bring her flowers.

Changbin: And chocolate.

Felix: Just show up and be yourself.

Minho: Ew. Get out of here with that wholesome nonsense.

Chan: You'll do just fine.

Jisung puts his phone down, already plotting how to make the coffee date perfect. For once, he feels confident.

But then, as the date nears he's a mess again.

“Do I go casual? Or formal? What's even a business-casual?!” he mutters to himself before grabbing his phone and typing furiously into the group chat.

Jisung: What do I wear to a coffee date??

Felix: Something comfy. Think effortlessly cute.

Chan: yep, don’t overdress.

Minho: Wear black. It’s sexy.

Changbin: Yeah, nothing too tight. You’ll sweat like a pig.

Seungmin: Avoid your Pikachu hoodie. Please.

Jisung: I wasn’t going to wear that (but thanks for the heads up)

Hyunjin: 🤣🤣

I.N: 🤣🤣

His confidence wavers a little as he stands in front of the mirror dressed in a nice fitted charcoal grey sweatshirt, and a pair of black jeans. Whatever, this has to do. But now, the flowers.

Jisung: What flowers do I get?

Hyunjin: Roses. Red ones. Lots of them. Nothing says, “I want to rip your clothes off” like red roses.

Minho: Oh yeah roses.

Changbin: Nah, go for orchids. They’re rare and exotic. It shows taste.

I.N: Sunflowers. They’re happy. Go for the whole cheerful and sweet vibe.

Felix: Yeah, sunflowers! They’re cute, like her.

Chan: Go with whatever feels right, you got this👍

Seungmin: Yeah. Go for your favorite?

Jisung’s head spins as he tries to process this. And as he finally stands in a flower shop, staring at the riot of colors, his eyes move to one particular bunch. He leaves the store clutching the bouquet like it is his lifeline.

The moment he sees you in front of the café, Jisung forgets how to breathe. You look so pretty in your simple yellow dress. It's a beautiful mustard yellow - plain, flowing. And you have left your hair down, just how he likes it.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, as he approaches you.

“Hi,” he manages, handing you the bouquet of sunflowers with shaky hands. “These are for you.”

Your face lights up as you take the flowers, holding them close.

“Oh my gosh, sunflowers are my favorites! How did you know?” you say, grinning happily at him.

And you look like sunshine personified in your yellow dress and sunflowers. Jisung’s cheeks turn crimson as he tries not to drool at you.

“Lucky guess?” he says, and his heart almost springs out of his chest when you take his hand and lead him into the cafe.

The date starts off with a nervous energy, but to Jisung’s surprise, your warmth is contagious. You laugh at his jokes (even the dumb ones) and you are just so…interested in him, that he finds himself relaxing in your company. Jisung knows he's completely in love with you. He can't control the happiness that's taking over him. This is just perfect.

And you? You are smitten.

“Okay, serious question,” you say as you stir your cup of mocha. “What made you choose suflowers? I mean, I love them, but I’m curious.”

Jisung freezes for a second, but he tells you the truth. Well half truth.

“They… remind me of you,” he says. “Bright and beautiful.”

Your heart melts and you blush as you say, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I - uh - thanks?”

Jisung walks you home, hours later, and it's like he doesn't even know why he was so nervous before. When you stop at your door and turn to him, there's a shy smile on your face.

“Thank you for today, Jisung,” you say. “I had a great time.”

Jisung feels like his heart might just burst.

“Me too.” he says. “Um…so, I'll be…um-”

You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Your lips linger for a second too long before you whisper, “Goodnight, Jisung.”

As you disappear inside, Jisung takes time to unfreeze, his hand pressed to his cheek where your lips had been.

Jisung: SHE KISSED ME.

Hyunjin: SHE WHAT?! LIPS OR CHEEK?

Jisung: CHEEK.

I.N: Oh my GOD 🤩

Changbin: Good work 👍

Felix: That’s huge 😍

Minho: I give it three dates.

Seungmin: Two, if he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Chan: That's amazing, Jisung!

Jisung: Oh my God, today was great.

Jisung: I could die happy.

Jisung: I'm gonna go plan our next date.

Hyunjin: He's definitely planning their wedding.

Felix: Hehe, goodnight, Ji.

Jisung puts his phone down, smiling to himself. For the first time, he feels great about this. You're even more perfect than he thought. You made him feel great about himself. And he couldn't wait to do this again.

a/n: Trying new things! I love reading all the fake text scenarios here and they're so good, so I wanted to try too!

[nobodysnowhere]

The Prefect can kick some NPC ass

A How-Too Guide to threatening people you don’t like

Summary: You see some idiot pick on Grim and you put him back in his place.

Cast: Riddle, Grim, gn reader

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

“I didn’t expect that you need to keep so much in mind while taking care of a hedgehog. Those little guys are quite demanding aren’t they?”

“Well of course. Every animal has their own needs that need to be met so that they can live comfortably. Of course, it would take some effort to replicate the way they would live outside of captivity.” Riddle explains as he continues walking down the filled hallway towards the cafeteria.

During the breaks, the halls of the building are always lined with rude students who don’t care if they run you over, but since you’re with a Housewarden right now, the same students avoid you like the plague.

The conversation between the two of you flows easily until you hear a commotion from the courtyard.

You look outside of a window and find Grim angrily stomping and pointing at some student who has his magic pen ready for combat.

“Could you hold this for a second?” You ask Riddle hurriedly, before -without really thinking about it- shoving your bag into his hands, opening the second-floor window, and jumping out of it.

You only hear Riddle yell with worried confusion before you land on a tree branch and swing yourself onto the ground floor.

After safely landing on the floor you skillfully ignore Riddle’s frantic yells and the weird looks the surrounding students give you, to casually -or as casually as you can be- jogging up to where Grim and the student are.

“Have I missed anything?” You ask as you arrive at the scene of the fight.

“Henchman! That guy attacked me for no good reason! Tell him off!” Grim commands as he hops over to your side.

“Has he now?” you ask, giving the guy a chance to explain himself.

“So what if I did? That rat stood in my way so of course I would make the thing move.” he scoffs at you, giving you a once over and rolling his eyes as he recognizes you.

“You’re that Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? The one without any magic? What are you going to do? I’m practically quacking in my boots.”

You smile at him. Cautiously taking a step towards him before putting a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly, letting the fabric of his uniform bunch up from the force.

“I don’t need to do anything. All we need to do is wait for the very enraged Housewarden of Heartslabyul to show up.” you smile innocently at him.

“W-what?” he asks, uncertainty slipping into his tone. He tries to take a step back, but you don’t let him.

“Oh, have I forgotten to mention? Silly me, Riddle saw you casting a spell from right over there, and you and I both know that’s against the rules.” you gesture towards the window you just jumped out of, while talking down on him as if he were a small child.

“But I’m no Riddle. You’re free to go as long as you apologize to Grim.” you say as you point toward where Grim is standing, still gripping the guy's shoulder in a vice grip.

“Shit alright, just let me go already. I’m sorry for attacking your stupid rat!” he says as he continues to try and free himself.

You sigh knowing that this is probably the best you will get out of him. “Fine. You’re free to leave. But do remember. Next time I won’t be this lenient.” you let him go, even shoving him a little just because you can.

As he scampers away, figurative tail tucked between his legs, you make him trip over his own feet.

“Myah hah hah hah! And stay away from us next time. Great job Hench Human, I totally had everything under control, but I knew you could handle that swiftly as well.” Grim boastfully claims, as he jumps up onto your shoulder, giving it a praising pat.

“I’m impressed with how quickly you came up with that lie, you tricked him well.”

“Oh, I didn’t lie. Riddle probably is on his way down here after the stunt I pulled. Don’t worry though, I have everything under control.”

Grim looks at you appalled, he seems about to ask what kind of stunt you pulled, before said Housewarden shows up.

He angrily stomps up to you, still carrying your book bag, before stopping right in front of you.

“Prefect! What were you thinking?!? Jumping out of the second floor like that. You could have seriously injured yourself!” he huffs, scanning you for any injuries you might have given yourself with that stunt.

You realize that he seems more worried than mad, how sweet.

“Alright. First of all, we both know that isn’t the worst thing that, one has happened to me and two this wasn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened in this school, that probably belongs to either Rook or Jade.” you state in a matter of fact way, while taking you bag back with an appreciative nod.

“And also I saw Grim down here so it was only logical for me to do that.”

Riddle shakes his head in exasperation, he sighs once before deciding to let this topic rest, knowing full well this conversation would lead nowhere if he tried pursuing more answers.

“Just don’t get reckless with it. I don’t want to visit you in the nurses' office because of some broken bones and a concussion.”

“Will do Housewarden Riddle.” you smile and nod in agreement, knowing full well that nothing is going to change.

“Now… where did we stop? Oh right, so hedgehogs actually need to exercise daily to not go overweight? I know a certain someone that could learn a thing or two from them.”

“Hey!” you at Grim who’s still sitting on your shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about you? I meant the ghosts. They really need to watch their diets, but if you think I was talking about you then there might be something true about that statement.”

Grim grumbles on top of your shoulder as you continue to chat with Riddle, walking to the cafeteria uninterrupted.

[clairewritesfanfics]

do you like those fics where the premise is "all the variants are here for y/n but main mark hasnt even dated her"

i like them the most when its a right person wrong time situation on main marks part because im mean

like since highschool theyve never managed to be single at the same time and then he finds out the evil versions of him destroying shit have had her when hes never even got to try asking her out

nobody has written this specific type of thing i want to read yet, but like, the variants getting stuck in main marks dimension and he and y/n keep finding out things about the variants loves with their version of y/n thats excruciating to hear for two people whove been in love their whole lives but have never been in a place to act on it

the only variant who hasnt done anything with her is maskless who was in a very similar situation with his william. like three of the older marks were actually married to her, at least one out of those 3 had been about to have a kid with her before losing her. literally none of them have ever broken up with her of their own free will. at least one of the younger marks had only just managed to start a relationship with her before he lost her.

main mark watching these versions of himself practically swarming someone he also loves and has probably loved before he even understood it but with no right to do anything about it because hes with eve. who he does like. but he asked out after a version of her from the future told him she loved him apparently her entire life and he was her biggest regret.

main mark experiencing never before seen types of emotional pain wondering if he should have read into the eve thing as the universe telling him you were about to break up with your at the time partner just as he was getting into things with eve, or if waiting to see if youd leave them would have prolonged your relationship with them because the universe fucking hates him for reasons beyond his understanding

i would write this myself but im already stuck trying to write like 3 other long projects already. but if i did write it id probably end it as happy as possible because even though i like angst i can only stand so much.

It is truly the writer's blurse to be struck with so many fascinating concepts while juggling already existing WIPs.

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

It's an amazing idea with a lot of angst potential. I have encountered a similar but not exact premise a few times, maybe not as fully realized fics but as propositional posts.

I've always loved the idea of the Marks being so obsessed and devoted that they will stop the violence in order to reminisce about their respective Readers aka Y/Ns. (Oh, and this is more of my personal preference as an Invincible fanfic writer: the Reader-sexual crew includes Maskless because, as I have once discussed in gruesome detail, when it comes to Mark it is all or nothing for me. I can't tolerate him being in love with Eve or Amber in my verses, so I can't handle him being in love with William either. I am an equal opportunity "homewrecker." VCS readers, please don't ask me more about this because I might end up spoiling some things about my future plans.)

Honestly, if you have the energy to spare, you should give it a go, it doesn't have to be multi-chaptered. It can just be a short story or a bunch of "reactions" strung together. Heck, just write dialogue for it. Pure dialogue. Maybe you can use this idea as a writing exercise, like trying a different style or POV. Something to come back to and appreciate when you want to take a breather from your long fics.

Tbh, you've given me an excuse to stop delaying and start practicing first person POV again, and I was reminded why it's so hard penning reader insert stories:

I was surrounded. I could take on one or two of them, but twelve of these murderous assholes? My best bet would be to retreat while they were distracted, but there’s one problem: you.

You were the ball in this screwed up game of catch. All eyes were on you and I doubt there was anything that would take everyone's attention off of you at the same time. Even if I did manage to steal you away in a split second of distraction, I wouldn’t be able to go very far, not with that girl version of me here.

I watched as she pulled the pink scrunchie from her hair, black Rapunzel braid falling apart as she placed the hair tie gingerly on your hands. 

You gave her a shaky smile but she didn’t seem to care.

I clenched my fists.

She was fast, faster than the rest, and faster than me. 

“Cute, aren’t they?” The me dressed in my father’s colors watched you with arms crossed. “Don’t even think about trying to take her away, Marcy will rip you apart before you get the chance to take off.”

“Marcy?”

“Long story.”

It was hilarious. Not too long ago, this guy sent my girlfriend to the ER and here we were, talking like old pals. I wanted to punch him in the face but–

“You want to kill me,” he said, not bothering to look at me. “But we both know you won’t do that in front of her.”

“You don’t know anything about me or her.”

“I know that every version of you that came here is because of her.” He finally turned to me. “We all wanted a reunion.”

“I won’t let you take her.”

He scoffed. “We’re not interested in ‘taking’ her anywhere, we just wanted a chance to see her. To talk to her again.”

My fingers twitched. I already had my suspicions but I needed to know. 

“What exactly is she to you?” I asked.

The faintest smile melted all the coldness from his face as he answered, “She was my dove.”

Time slowed to a snail’s pace as my voice betrayed me, “What?”

He met my gaze. “She was my wife.”

“Was?”

The ice returned as he turned away. “She died.” That was all. He continued staring at you, his longing obvious under that veil of composure.

I watched as more versions of me crowded you. Each one had something to show or say to you, each one looking like they have waited a thousand years for this.

The fear seemed to have dissipated from you somewhat, because you were now laughing at the words of my maskless self. He was smiling softly at you, but I could see the cracks in his expression. He looked at you like you were the world, but it was clear to me that he was searching for something.

I didn’t know what it was but I couldn’t help but release my fists, wondering if Eve ever caught me wearing the same expression.

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I kept accidentally bouncing from third person to first to second. 😭

But it was a fun exercise!

I hope you do write about this someday because it is a great concept. Thank you for sharing it with me and our fellow fans.

PS

I must ask for clarification what you mean by "the Eve thing." Is this a reference to a specific plot point? Or just his relationship with Eve in general?