#old friend!reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

hi, I loved your old!friend reader & john drabble :)

could we get a second part where john is too late bc he stalls, unable to actually work up the courage ? </3

angstiest angst if you can, please!! ><

I don't usually write angst, I much prefer tooth-rotting fluff, but I'll do my best. Anon, you owe me a therapy session after this (/jk).

Too late. John Price was too late in confessing his feelings for you.

He had told himself he'd do it, told himself he wouldn't stall. But every time he tried to do so, the words never seemed enough to adequately describe his feelings towards you, so he never spoke them. And he had thought he'd have time to properly get the correct words, even when you had come back from a date gushing about the person you had gone on the date with.

He ignored all the glaring, obvious signs. The way you no longer went to his barracks to cuddle after a rough date, the way you no longer only smiled at him so brightly. The way you were always talking about your new partner. He had ignored it all, still foolishly thinking he had time to confess.

Until one day, when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you came over to his barracks and told him that you were shopping for engagement rings. You were planning on proposing to your partner.

It was then John knew he had messed up any chance he had of the future he had planned with you. He was too late, you were already in love with someone else. He was just... your best friend now. That was all he was, because you were in love.

Moments of the near future flashed in his mind, images of him having to attend your wedding as your best man, him having to give the best man speech at your reception. He would have to watch you dance with your spouse. He would have to watch you marry someone else, it was inevitable at this point.

No, no, no, no.

"Get out," he told you. His heart broke as he saw your smile fell away into confusion. "Get out!"

You scurried away from him, leaving his barracks. When he knew you were far away, he screamed into the nearest pillow. He screamed out all of his rage, all of it directed towards him.

Foolish.

He was foolish for stalling for so long. For not telling you his feelings sooner.

And now you had slipped out of his fingers.

Forever.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[ghostsforghosts]

Old Friend!Reader

This is the masterlist for all of the Old Friend!Reader Drabbles. This reader is gender-neutral and with John Price.

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

John Price's Feelings for You

Too Late (Angst)

Heartbreak & Healing (Hurt/Comfort)

Realizing Your Feelings for John Price

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[angelyuji]

SOME MOREEE YANDERE PINES TWINS THOUGHTS

stan pines thoughts and professor ford pines??? HOLD ON LET ME COOK

18+!!!!

tw // yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, power imbalance, pervy uncle lowkey, also lowkey bimboification, noncon (not explicit)

professor ford pines!!!!!!!! known to be the eccentric professor who goes on tangents about trans-dimensional physics and other science junk, but also superrr lenient grader like no possible way anyone could fail his class. you’re def teacher’s pet type and he’s definitely aiming to make you a TA. always getting you involved in weird experiments, but you’re always down cuz ur there to learn! ford invites you to his house, you guys hang out outside of class and research, you’ve met his brother!! like u knew it was getting weird, but at the same time…. you need a good rec letter. so one day you guys are in his office at his home, grading papers…

“(y/n).” ford calls your name, sternly. the lights were dim and quiet classical music played in the office. you hum and turn to him. before you know it, his chapped lips press against yours. you push him away, scared and surprised.

“professor, what the hell are you doing?” you try back away, but ford grabs your hand.

“i think you are one of the most brilliant minds i know and i want to be with you, (y/n).” ford stands, pulling you into a hug. you push back, stumbling away from him.

“no, i-i never thought that! i thought we were just friends!”

“but, i invited you to my home.” ford’s face saddens, “you met my family…”

“i never… i never realized…” you felt embarrassed for the old professor. you take a step back. you can’t see his face, but you watch his fists clench.

“i suppose that means you’re okay with losing your job, as well as any opportunities in this field.” his voice was low, words drenched in anger.

“no…. no, no, no, professor you can’t do this to me.” your heart feels like it was being ripped out of your chest.

“no, i can’t, but who will you tell? who will believe you? i am a respected scientist in our field, (y/n). think once more on your decision.” ford looks at you, a smug smirk laying on his face. you don’t respond, knowing that you had no other choice. you step back to him and he pulls you into a soft, loving kiss. his 5 o’clock shadow scratches your face. “now, please (y/n), call me ford.”

stan pines who had known your dad when he lived in texas and saw him again in gravity falls. stan pines who gets invited over to meet his friend’s family for dinner and sees you. a cute, little thing in their early 20s. stan’s instantlyyy enamored. you’re so cute and respectful, explaining how you’re living at home while you work and save money for a house, blushing when stan compliments you, serving him food first. you were acting like a perfect homemaker and stan was instantly obsessed. your dad’s gonna tell stan before he leaves that you’re all moving somewhere cheaper:

“yeah, pines, we’re moving some time soon. you know how it is with retirement and the market going down.” your dad sighs, wearily. stan nods, trying to listen to your voice in the house. “can’t move till (y/n) finds a job though. its gonna be tough on them especially with how hard it is to find jobs these days.” stan perks up at his words.

“y’know, (y/n) don’t have to quit…” your dad looks at the older man in confusion. “my grandkids have gone back to california, shermie’s grandkids technically, so my attic is open for them to stay in. they can stay at their job and you guys can move.” stan offers, fighting a giddy smile.

your dad clasps stan’s hands, “stan pines, you are the kindest man i know.”

stan for sure acts like a feeble old man around you to get you to take care of him. like cooking dinner, doing laundry, and more. he conditions you into acting like his stay at home partner. he starts making advances, subtle at first, to see what you would tolerate. soon he’s dictating what you wear and bending you over on the kitchen counter to make sure you stay full :) (dont get me started on somnophilia cuz i have thoughts on those but idk if u guys are ready for the things im gonna say)

here are those thoughts i was talking abt… :))))

[inkivaari]

hear me hear me

freaky beautiful old man conquest with his viltrumite stamina and old age, you just know he's lasting days if he feels like it, only stopping when the other has to catch her/their breath and he's just looking at them full of a strange fondness and just counting the seconds before they are ready for him again because we know it ain't never enough for this man🙏🙏

yes yes oh god YES this man, despite being (at the very least) 6000 years older than you and even considered old and potentially past suitability for mating in the eyes of his people, fucks that pussy UP every single time. over and over and over. he will not stop until one of you passes out. 98% of the time, that's you. it's okay, he knows your precious body gets overloaded, no matter how he cock-trains you. he loves it, being able to fry your mind like that, make you feel so much you stop feeling at all.

when it all gets too much for his little one, he knows the signs. not just going limp, but going quiet. your eyes glaze over or close, you're unresponsive to his teasing. he knows his darling has had enough. he slows it all right down to a stop, caressing your face, sitting up from you, letting you breathe.

you'll come back to it, even mewl out a soft, confused "why'd you stop?", but he'll chuckle softly, soothing your furrowed brow with a kiss. he can't stop touching you, that would be heresy. he gets you in the bath and lathers that body up in those flowery soaps you like, that make you smell like a little pixie. caresses your bruised skin, the bites, the hickeys, the swells. reverent and solemn. lets you fuss, lets you whine. he knows, he's a lot. but you're so good at taking him, so good at opening that little body up for him, that gorgeous flower between your legs always able to bloom for him now, if he so much as purrs at the right frequency it knows to prepare itself. ah, but he knows it's hard work, being so good. he takes good care of what little he does own, he wants his sweet little one to last. wants her to be happy and healthy and always associating his touch with all the good things in the world, not the bad. he wraps you up in a towel, bundles you in his arms, lays you back down in bed and massages your body with your lotions and oils, loves this part the most, when he gets to see your curves slick and shiny and glossy like a polished statue of some celestial goddess. he's always very good at bringing you back to yourself after you lose yourself so many times to his cock. and there you were, his little fighter, beaming up at him like the eager little kitten you were, mewling happily when his rough hand cups your pussy. that little happy sound tells him it's okay to press his fingers inside and get you stretched out again for the next round <3

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Childhood Friend x Reader

You’ve always admired how delicate and precise Kiel’s movements are. Anything he touches becomes a piece of art if he wills it, from clay to cooking ingredients to paint to fabric. Maybe that’s why it’s no surprise that he’s so good at taking photos, too.

“I’m so jealous of how good your photos are,” you tell him, admiring the beautiful polaroid he took of you at the beach. “It’s like you have magic or something.”

“I’ve just had a lot of practice,” he responds, a light smile on his face, pleased with your attention.

And he’s right, really. Sure, he’s an artistic genius, but more than that, he’s had a lot of practice. Ever since he got his hands on a camera, he’s been taking pictures of you. In fact, he’s amassed quite the collection by now, filling albums upon albums with your pictures. 

Some are taken with your knowledge, of course, but the vast majority are taken when you’re none the wiser. He just can’t help it – you’re so, so charming. 

Besides, he knows he has to maintain a careful distance so you don’t feel suffocated. The last thing he wants is for you to hate him. So of course he takes pictures of you. 

That’s the only way he can admire you every day, every hour, every minute, after all.

[archangeldyke-all]

Idea: Isha thinks Santa is real and is horrified of him because she thinks he doesn’t like her because she never celebrated before as well, she was a kid in the mines.

When decorating time rolls around she’s all pouty and sad until you and Sev confront the poor baby.

this is so fucking funny hahahaehhhaheahe

men and minors dni

it's christmas eve.

your family doesn't do the traditional christmas, especially since your family wasn't even a family this time last year.

you and sevika's usual christmas tradition is a nice homemade meal by the fire, maybe exchanging a few gifts, ending the night in your matching mr. and mrs. claus lingerie (just two santa hat and whatever red underwear you can find.)

but now you've got the girls, so you're trying to get a little more festive.

jinx and isha drug home a fallen pine tree branch a few days ago, decorating it with streamers and paper snowflakes they made themselves.

you and sevika splurged on christmas lights, hanging them on your front porch and lining the walls of your home with the multi-colored twinkles. of course, you've both been hoarding gifts for the girls-- anything and everything you could find that you thought they might enjoy you've piled up in the you and sevika's super secret hiding spot (under the bed) waiting to be wrapped tonight when the girls go to sleep.

it's been fun!

isha's been endlessly enchanted by the sparkly lights lining the streets, she squeals each time she sees a rudolph or snowman decoration, and she's obsessed with all the sweet treats that come around with this time of year. hot chocolate, christmas cookies, candy canes-- isha loves it all.

jinx has been having a wonderful time introducing isha to all the fun traditions that come around with the season. she custom made herself and isha matching stockings (she made you, vi, and sevika stockings too-- but none of them were quite as sparkly and fun as isha's.) she's been referring to the little girl as her 'elf'-- isha always bursts into giggles when she does. and when there's fresh snow-- jinx has been bundling the little girl up and dragging her outside to introduce her to the joys of snowballs and snowmen and snow angels.

so, overall, you've all been feeling pretty jolly.

but... you're starting to get a little worried tonight, because isha's been becoming increasingly restless.

you've got the fire going, christmas music playing on the radio, the four of you sharing a plate of cookies and sipping on eggnog in matching flannel jammies.

isha's frowning down at her feet, a worried furrow in her brow.

jinx is fighting off sleep on the couch, sevika's stoking the fire. you reach out and nudge the little girl's shoulder.

"you okay, baby?" you ask. sevika blinks over at the pair of you concern on her face as she looks at isha.

isha blinks up at you with anxious eyes. what is santa? she signs.

you look at your wife, the two of you having a panicked, telepathic conversation.

should we tell her he's not real? sevika's face reads.

you shrug. she's only five, she deserves at least one year of believing, don't you think? you ask with a quirk of your brow.

sevika sighs and gestures for you to speak. you giggle.

"santa's an old man who lives in the north pole, making toys all year with the help of his elves. on christmas eve, when we're all sleeping, he travels across the world using magic and flying reindeer, leaving presents for well-behaved kiddos just like you!" you explain happily.

only, isha looks horrified.

he comes in our house when we're sleeping!? she signs. sevika chuckles. what if he robs us?

"nah, kid, santa's a jolly old man. he's not a thief. he's been doin' this for hundreds of years and he's i've never heard of anyone getting robbed by santa." sevika says.

isha still looks skeptical. okay... but what about the song? he sees me when i'm sleeping and knows when i'm awake? how?

sevika snorts. "you're awfully smart for a five year old." she says, ruffling her hair. "santa's magic kid, 's how it all works." she explains.

isha hums, kicking her feet and digesting the new information. jinx snorts awake, blinking around and trying to pretend she's been awake the whole time.

what if he doesn't like me? isha signs.

your heart breaks a little, and you wrap your arm around her. "why wouldn't santa like you, kiddo? you're a great little girl. way better than jinx-- and jinx never got coal."

"hey!" jinx protests.

isha giggles a bit, then she frowns again, a tear trailing down her cheek. but... he never left me presents before.

your heart shatters. beside you, sevika lets out a heartbroken whimper.

"oh, isha baby..." you coo, pulling the girl into your lap.

"santa's not real, isha." jinx cuts in. you and sevika gasp and glare at her and she chuckles. "what?! it's true. he's made up, he's a fairy tale-- parents use him to trick little kids into behaving well."

isha sighs in relief. so, if i'm bad ms. baby and big mama will still give me presents? she asks.

you burst into giggles, and beside you sevika cackles.

"'course, kiddo. sevika gave me a holiday present the same year i blew her fuckin' arm off-- there's not much you can do that'll stop 'em from spoiling you from now on." jinx says.

well... shit. now you've got tears in your eyes. you didn't know that about sevika, and it only makes you love her more. you reach out and grab her hand, only to find it shaking a little. she must be just as affected by jinx's words as you are.

it takes you a few seconds to make sure your voice won't wobble before you speak. "alright, speaking of-- the two of you gotta go to your room so me and sev can put your gifts out. try to sleep, please." you say.

jinx giggles and pulls isha in her arms, both of them hugging and kissing you and sevika goodnight before wandering to their room.

the second their door clicks closed, you and sevika are in eachother's arms, crying with gratitude for your girls; the best gift you could've fucking asked for.

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[scoutswritingcorner]

*Black van pulls up next to limo and honks.*

Vox: *Huffs at the disrespect* Jerks.

Chauffeur!Reader: Chill, I know that guy.

*Reader honks backs, black van honks again."

Velvette: *Slightly jealous* Friends of yours?

Chauffeur!Reader: You can say that...

*Chauffeur!Reader climbs half out their window, grinning.*

Chauffeur!Reader: Don't forget to call me later!

Blitzø: *half hanging out the van window, grinning* Like Hell I'll forget, BITCH!

Moxxie: *Pulling Blitzø back inside* Sir! The light!

*Black van speed off*

Chauffeur!Reader: Ah~ I miss him already.

Vox: ...

Velvette: ...

Valentino: ... Uh, what the fuck just happened?

Chauffeur!Reader: Sorry..that was an old friend.

Valentino: And how do you know him, Amor?~

Chauffeur!Reader: We used to race around Pentagram City a lot.

[insane-arcane]

Yandere Jayce X Reader X Viktor

You'd just made a breakthrough in your work and Sky had taken you out to celebrate. After a few drinks too many and a couple fun appetizers you made your way home. She offered to walk you but you could hold your liquor and weren't worried about getting back to your apartment which was relatively close. Walking her back to the Academy making sure not to stumble so she wouldn't worry she pauses at her dorm buildings door. Her eyes glance to the left then the right as her hand stays latched around your wrist. She asks if she should call a carriage or security to escort you to your apartment but slipping your hand away you wave her off with a confident smile.

The walk home was pleasant. It was a warm night with a gentle breeze blowing and as you walked you took everything in with a happy glow. The drinks somehow make the world a much brighter place. You wished you were this optimistic all the time. We're the gardens always this beautiful? We're they always missing so many blooms?

Entering your home with a slight giggle you hum confused staring at your furniture. Had they been moved? Figuring it was the alcohol you shrug it off but then you hear something. Eyes narrowing you regret not taking Sky's offer as a heavy feeling of dread settles in your stomach. Creeping to your kitchen careful not to step on any loose boards you look for a weapon.

Eyes scanning the tools you grab a meat cleaver off your kitchen stand before you pause. You still had time, if there was an intruder they had no idea you were here. You could leave and get security downstairs but what if you were wrong? What if you hadn't heard anything? They'd think you were Crazy or a Drunk. You might get in trouble for nothing and you couldn't afford the rumors it might cause.

Deciding to bite the bullet and hope for once you were wrong you kick your bedroom door open. Holding out the knife you pause.

Your favorite smell wafts through the air and you suddenly feel calmer, your shoulders dropping almost instantly. Your pounding headache begins to fade and you wonder where it's coming from and if you left a candle on. Blinking you close your eyes before you put a hand to your head. Taking a deep breath you're finally able to focus on the disarray of your room and who was inside.

"Viktor! Jayce! What the fuck?" You demand as you stand in your doorway Meat Cleaver ready to be used. Viktor was leaning against Jayces shoulder tired but hearing your voice he slightly stirred.

"Ahhhh (Y/N) your here!" Jayce states getting up off the bed and walking away from Viktor. He claps his hands before gesturing to the well decorated room. Viktor makes an annoyed sound at being disturbed but simply grabs his cane and slowly stands up when he sees it's you.

"Yes. I live here. What are you doing here?" You demand pointing your knife at them. Your brain buzzed and you were a little to tired for all of this. How did they get into your apartment? Why were they in your apartment? A million questions buzzed through your brain.

"See I told you it was a bit much? Ja?" Viktor says as he pinches his nose before he uses his free hand to wipe at his face trying to wake up. He looked at you with a sleepy grin and you roll your eyes in disbelief.

"No it was romantic." Jayce defends as he turns to look at Viktor making you groan. Jayce would think that wouldn't he, delusional as he was?

"I admit we may have gone overboard." Viktor states as he sees your displeased look. "But only with the best intentions love, nothing sinister see?" He questions and you hum noticing the melted candles and rose petals.

"How... How did you get into my house?" You question staring at the romantic setup with a confused and slightly worried look.

"Technicalities don't matter. Do you like it?" Staring at all the romantic pros you take a deep breath and press your hand to your forehead as you felt another much stronger headache coming on.

"I... Yes it's nice. Viktor did you break into my house?" You question slowly. You didn't want to insinuate anything since he was from the Undercity but your door being unlocked and them being in your apartment told you they'd somehow snuck or otherwise broke in. You were very specific about your lock routine not wanting any research or valuables to be stolen from you since you spent a majority of your time in the lab.

"Do you really want to know lovley?" Viktor teases and you close your eyes again. You were too tired and too drunk, honestly you didn't. You really didn't. You just wanted to collapse on your bed and sleep.

"Did you pick my lock?" You question softly. It's not an accusation, more of a hypothesis but you already know the answer before either answer. Viktor gives you a sheepish smile and shrugs as if to say who knows. But you made your own assumptions and you knew exactly how they got in. Golden eyed cheeky bastard.

"Were getting off track." Jayce interjects as he steps in front of you and grabs your shoulders before he turns you towards the bed.

"Okay I'll bite. What is all of this?" You question not letting go of the meat cleaver as he walks you closer to your bed.

"A romantic gesture." You stared at all the flowers, rose petals, candles, and chocolate covered fruits in trays.

"... Romantic is not the word I'd use. Unnecessary perhaps." You respond making a face as Jayce urges you to sit.

"(Y/N) you wound me so." Jayce states pouting. Humming in acknowledgment you stare at your room, at what they'd done for you. At the mess you'd have to clean later.

"I'd offer you a glass of wine but it seems you've had your fill." Viktor suddenly says looking concerned, perhaps annoyed. You weren't entirely sure what laid behind his eyes in that moment but something you weren't used to. Rolling your eyes in turn for what feels like the hundredth time you place the knife down.

"Oh I'm going to need a glass after all this." You state as you bring your hands up to your face.

“As long as you share.” Jayce responds nuzzling into your neck. Giggling scooting away from the affectionate gesture you whine as Jayces soft lips touch your neck, so different from his calloused hands that wrap around your waist. The inventors crafty hands slip under your shirt and graze across your ticklish stomach. As gooseflesh rises on your arms your eyes flutter and Jayce hums clearly enjoying himself.

Viktor chuckles watching you get flustered. “Where were you?” He questions as he sits on the other side of you tilting your face towards him. As you smile leaning into his warm hand he smirks slightly, enjoying the contact. “(Y/N)...?” He hums lips hovering over yours as he waits for an answer.

“Celebrating with Sky. I wanted you both to come but couldn't find you.” You respond and he nods satisfied before leaning in to close the gap. As Viktors lips touch yours Jayces hands begin to fiddle with your clothes.

“You found us.” Jayce teases and you shiver as Viktor deepens the kiss and Jayce continues to gently grope you. Their hands only getting more desperate as they squish you in-between them.

You did indeed. You found something you didn't even know you were looking for. A fact they seemed to be forgetting. As their lips crash against yours and their hands feel your body you whine. They shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be doing this. But the more they kissed you and the more you sunk into your sheets with their sweet words whispered in your ear the less you cared. Slightly hazy from the alcohol but enjoying the feeling none the less you wonder if life has always been this colorful. If it was the alcohol or the thrill of it all. And when you woke up would it still be this colorful entwined in their arms?

Or would the harsh truth of their breaking in ruin the morning mood? You're not sure and as they continue to kiss and hold you, only getting more desperate for you after waiting for so long, you realize that's a problem for tomorrow. For now it's colorful.

[sweetverine]

eyes ahead | logan howlett.

warnings : dbf!logan, no use of y/n, pet name (princess), sexual tension but nothing else happens.

a/n: HELLOO i really wanted to write something about dbf!lo lately.. i saw an artist's work and couldn't stop thinking about it, if you want to see it, it's here!! and this came out yay, (i'm also working on purrfect family, i promise) english isn't my first language so if anything's weird or wrong please let me know, Enjoy! ♡⁠

The sun pierced through the window as you played with the fabric of your dress. The soft but present music from the radio made the situation less awkward, your father had decided that you should learn how to shoot, And who better to teach you than his best friend Logan?

Your father had gotten a last-minute call –something about a busted pipe back at the workshop– and left with nothing but a “Logan will take care of ya, kid” tossed over his shoulder. You nodded, unsure if you were more annoyed at being treated like a child or at being left with the man who made you feel anything but one.

They used to go to the countryside to break some bottles and cans, just to practice when they were young. Some hunting in the forest was a common hobby between them too. Now, Logan was driving his old truck, heading to the desolate camp where he and your father used to go from time to time.

Your eyes wander out the window, admiring the whole landscape and the warmth of the environment, yet the feeling of his presence was even heavier. Men like Logan weren't everywhere, Or rather, there's no other man like Logan. That intensity in his eyes you couldn't find anywhere else, that look that made your pulse flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Logan steered the wheel with ease, his expression neutral. Your gaze shifted to his hands, large and calloused with veins that decorated their appearance. You swallowed before you looked away, That's rude, your mother would say.

without realizing the truck rattled to a stop, You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Logan's door close and decided to head down as well.

Your dress wasn't one of the best options to wear when learning how to handle a gun, you were afraid that your outfit choice would make you look a little ridiculous in front of him. you waited for him while he grabbed the gun, easily, as if it belonged in his hands.

“Help me with something.” He huffed, while watching that everything was okay with the rifle. “Go position the bottles on that fence.” He nodded at some bottles in the back of his truck.

You obeyed almost immediately, not wanting to cause him any more trouble, carefully taking as many as you could in your arms, walking to where he indicated, leaving the bottles there, returning to his side.

“come here.” His gruff voice demanded, Holding the gun close to his body. You looked at it slowly, and approached him.

“What do I have to do?” Your eyes stray to look at him, His deep gaze never leaves yours, as he carefully hands you the gun.

“Come on, I'll show you, that's what your old man wants, right?” He said, looking away, Logan crossed his arms, his knuckles drawn and tense. It was a stance of his, one of those he used when he tried not to say what he was thinking.

“open the lever,” he nodded towards your hands, the gun cold against your dress. You followed his instructions, listening carefully. The metal groaned softly as the barrel bent down, revealing the two empty chambers. His large hand precisely fitted the shells into place.

“Now close it.” he muttered, and you did. Feeling the weight settle in your arms. “That 's it..” He whispered, what looked like a smile appeared on his lips.

You smiled softly too, Carrying out such an easy action like that lifts your spirits a little. Now comes the difficult part, shoot correctly and not die trying. You didn't know where to start, you turned around, looking for his guidance.

“Need help?” He raised an eyebrow, getting closer to you.

“Kind of.” you said, gulping, feeling your pulse racing as he stood behind you His chest pressed lightly against your back, the warmth of him radiating through the fabric of your dress.

“put shotgun stock on your shoulder.” He whispered in your ear, as his hands rested on yours, guiding you into the correct position.

“Am I doing it right?” you ask, internally seeking his approval. Logan improved your grip on the shotgun.

“you're doing pretty well.” His deep voice echoes in your ears, making your skin crawl. With your heart in your mouth, you gripped the gun tighter, pointing towards a bottle.

“pull the trigger, don't be afraid.” one of his hands goes to your waist, holding you in place, You can't help but lose focus, his casual grip was magical, making your cheeks blush and create a heat between your legs. You tense up a little, trying to look at him.

“Eyes ahead, Angel.” He warns, looking ahead. You took a deep breath, mimicking him. Your eyes focused on your target, your finger settled on the trigger, squeezing it without much further ado. The sound of the shot rang out quickly, your arms moving a little thanks to the strength but Logan kept you still.

Your first bullet doesn't really hit anything. You sighed.

“Not bad, princess.” He whispered, letting go of you, your waist already missing his hand, and your body his warmth.

you lower the shotgun with a small huff, trying not to show your disappointment.

“Didn’t hit shit,” you murmur.

Logan chuckles under his breath, the sound gravelly and quiet. “Takes time.” He approaches the car to grab more shells from the box, His movements are effortless. You can’t help but watch the way his back flexes beneath the fabric of his flannel.

He offers two shells on his big open palm, You smile, grabbing the two of them quickly.

“Try again.” He says, looking at you.

You nodded, putting the shells in their place like he taught you, closing the shotgun with a satisfying click. He moves behind you again, not touching you yet.

“raise your elbow a little higher.” He whispered in your ear, you do as he says, your finger is about to shoot, you concentrate on the bottle, You sigh as you calculate where the bullet will go.

You fired again, hitting the bottle. Your hands put the gun down again, smiling with pride.

“Very good, Princess.” He looked at you, squeezing your shoulder. your stomach fills with butterflies as he mutters those words. You wanted to keep doing this even more. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

The sun was setting as you practiced and practiced, night was beginning to arrive. Logan and you were having enough fun to forget about the world around both. The casual touches that crossed the thin line of what was right between you were present all afternoon. You couldn't help but wonder if Logan had noticed it too.

“We should go, your father would kill me if you caught a cold in that dress.” He says, with a cigar between his teeth. You chuckle, handling him the shotgun.

“Okay, maybe my dad is waiting for us.” You said without much, calmly. You helped pick up the things and then got into the truck with him.

The return was silent, yet not as awkward as the first time, It was slowly getting dark. You looked out the window at the road, letting the air blow through your hair until you recognized your house. You got out of the truck with Logan. At a calm pace they entered your house, where your father greeted both enthusiastically.

“How did it go? She didn't cause you much trouble, did she?” Your father chuckled, talking to Logan, who did not take his heavy gaze off you.

“No. She behaved herself.” He paused, his eyes still on you.

“She's a fast learner.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, you looked away, swallowing hard.

“Yes, Logan is good at it.. taught me to aim well” You say, remembering how his large hands remained on your waist, how his voice echoed in your ears and how his chest pressed against your back. It made you remember other matters to resolve.

like the pulsating and wet situation between your legs.

[moondvncer]

something something boyfriend! simon riley sitting somewhere in the bathroom and watching as you do your make up and enjoying that moment of normality after deployment and most importantly chuckling under his breath because you complain about your eyeliner being uneven bonus points if he almost got shot on the field

[toxintouch]

Started out as an elaborate “draw me like one of your French girls” joke and spiraled outta control from there... @lu-dao-writes posted the same scenario in their Kinktober 2024 and they were kind enough to give me their blessing to post my take! Please check out their fics as well!  If this scenario in particular interests you, I rec you this post! :3

Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || VERE x AIS x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Vere, Dacryphilia (Tears)* + Cockwarming + Size Difference + Consensual Voyeurism. Power Play. (Some feral monsterfucking spice sprinkled v lightly on top.) [*original challenge prompt, randomizer used.]

OTHER INFO: “You” pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia for both POV Character and Vere but Ais has a dick. Reader is the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“Hmm, hold that pose,” Vere purrs.

Ais huffs a hot breath into your face as he freezes above you.  His brows furrow, mouth twisting into a determined grimace as he grits his teeth.  His forearms tense hard where they are resting on either side of you, fingers flexing against the silken sheets.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you.  A hot, insistent ache.

You try to relax, try to breathe through it but the lack of movement makes you hyper aware of every inch, the raw feeling of him stretching you open, the way your body twitches so sickly-sweet with the effort.  You inhale a slow, shaking breath, chest trembling, and shut your eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sensations—the clawing need gnawing at your core.

“Eyes open, darling,” Vere corrects you, tone somewhere firmly between scolding and teasing.  “And turn your face back towards Ais.  I’m trying to capture the moment .”  Your heart is pounding in your ears but you can hear Vere’s smooth, sly voice with perfect clarity.  Ais is an overwhelming force but Vere is a magnetic presence; no matter how caught up in each other you and Ais can get, Vere will always command attention without effort.

You turn your chin as requested, only to be caught in Ais’ gaze

(Caught and breathless–the same way you were when he was bullying his thick length into your hole, thrusting sharply and sighing in satisfaction, his fingers still at work massaging and pressing and stroking as he sunk into you inch by inch; he'd prepared you until your entrance was puffy and swollen, sopping with thick, medicinal smelling lube and he still had to take his time.  Fucking you slowly until you could take all of him.  And then, the moment you finally could...)

“Hmm, that's better.  Stay just like that.  Let me see those pretty expressions.”  You hear Vere adjusting his heavy vellum paper.  The glide of quick, clever lines being drawn.

You maintain eye contact with Ais, drunk off his breath, his body, the very essence of him, hovering so close above you, and are utterly unprepared to meet his intensity.  The way he looks at you like he’s seconds from devouring you, barely held in check by the challenge that Vere has laid before him.  Before both of you.

You bite into your lower lip as you shift involuntarily, oversensitive nerves still riding the throbbing of Ais’ dick.  He’s so fucking thick and girthy that he presses at the soft spot inside you without even trying. The angry pulse of him is a gratifying thrum, stoking your aching heat by way of mere burgeoning contact.

His cock gives another strong twitch and your insides clench around him.  He feels so fucking good–you almost think you might be able to come like this, if you can get your body to keep on clenching like that. 

—Almost.

Your next breath comes out as a sob.  There’s a high pitched whine building at the base of your throat and your lashes are wet when you blink.

A monstrous snarl escapes Ais’ lips, one that you can feel even more than you can hear, the vibration of it echoing through your body everywhere you're pressed against him.  The pinnacle between your thighs pulses with it, and your toes curl involuntarily as an errant tear runs down your cheek.  Ais is shaking, sweat dampening his face, his pupils expanding and contracting rapidly, his eyes locked on you as he barely holds himself back.  “Sparrow,” he says, gravel in his tone. 

You say his name in return, your head tipping involuntarily, bearing the softness of your throat, faded marks from both your lovers decorating your skin.  You hear the sheets rip below you, torn into shreds where Ais’ nails have dug into them.

Vere sighs pointedly.  You hear him stop his work, tap his charcoal against the paper as if he’s not entirely satisfied with the scene in front of him.  He pauses for a long time, leaving you both in limbo.

When he moves, it’s to stand.  To saunter over to you both.  You’re pinned beneath Ais, unable to look away, but you can feel Vere’s shadow fall over you just before his hand touches your face, forcing your eyes to his as he catches a crystalline tear with his index finger.

“Shame,” he says, dipping his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the taste of your tears, lavishing the digits with his tongue.  You whine out a desperate, quiet note just from watching his tongue at work and he basks knowingly in the attention.  “I really thought I could get you both crying.”  He smiles dangerously once his fingers have left his mouth. 

He uses them to drag a wet path down Ais' spine.  “Oh, but the night is still young.  Perhaps I may still think of something that will do the trick...”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦"Kinktober Speedrun & Other Gratuitous (TOUCHSTARVED) Smut" on Ao3

[the-whispers-of-death]

Old Friend!Reader

This is the masterlist for all of the Old Friend!Reader Drabbles. This reader is gender-neutral and with John Price.

John Price's Feelings for You

Too Late

Heartbreak & Healing

Realizing Your Feelings for John Price

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[kissmeizuku]

"...What was that for?!" Bakugo x Reader

Y/N was sitting on the kitchen counter, humming softly to themselves as they peacefully chewed a gum. Their brother, Kirishima, had brought over his best friend Katsuki Bakugo to have a sleepover tonight. Y/N didn't mind that much, at least. He was loud and annoying, sure. But he was at least... tolerable.

Anyways, they were kicking their feet back and forth while they scrolled on their phone, chewing the gum.

Katsuki was walking by, and he saw Y/N. He smirked to himself and stepped over, pressing his palm against the cold kitchen counter.

"Hey, give me one, extra." He said gruffly.

Y/N nodded and turned their head to grab the box of gum and give it to Katsuki.

But?

Katsuki had grabbed their chin, pulled their face to look at him again, and crashed his lips against theirs. Either hungry for the gum, or most likely for them .

Katsuki slipped his tongue inside their mouth, grabbing the gum from the side of their inside cheek, then finally broke the kiss with the gum now in his own mouth instead.

Y/N blinked rapidly, watching Katsuki smirk smugly as he finally released his grip on their shoulders and pulled back, walking away while Y/N sputtered like an old sink, trying to form words.

Yet, he had already walked away, casually talking to Kirishima and acting like nothing happened between the poor, unsuspecting red-head's sibling and best friend.

Y/N wanted to just call out and shriek Katsuki's name, yelling at him and telling their brother, to flick his forehead. And maybe kiss his cheek.

They rather huffed and crossed their arms, grumbling something under their breath. "Stupid blondie. Always purposely flustering the fuck out of me... Dumbass. Don't know how Kirishima puts up with him."

Katsuki snickered slightly, able to hear their muttering from the living room where he was talking to Kirishima.

It's been a few hours, and everyone went to sleep. Of course, it being summer, it was pretty hot. The air conditioning in the house was just... Kinda overall shitty.

Y/N, dealing with this problem, normally take their shirt off before going to bed during summer. A very normal and common thing to do, probably done at least once by everyone in life.

They had fallen asleep at 12 AM, and woke up at 4 AM to get a drink from a random thirst attack. They walked over to the kitchen, not bothering to put their shirt back on. Nobody would be awake at the time anyways.

... Right?

They leaned against the freezer, sipping a glass of water. Until they heard footsteps behind them.

Oh god.

It was Katsuki.

He took in the sight before him, looking them up and down appreciatively. He chuckled lowly and walked over, sliding his arms around their waist, holding them from behind.

Oh, that little fucker.

"And why are you up so late, hm?" He whispered in your ear, voice rough and gravelly from sleep, and just from his usual vocal chords being broken everyday with his yelling.

Y/N shivered, feeling their face grow heated.

"...I was thirsty." They managed to choke out, looking away, eyes darting everywhere BUT Katsuki, just over their shoulder.

"Oh, thirsty, hm? I was pretty thirsty too." He said, smirking. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against their jawline.

"Pretty thirsty for you." He finished, the side of his mouth grinning just enough to show his slightly sharp teeth.

That was all it took for Y/N to be a flustered, whining, kicking mess.

"Katsuki!! Shut uppp!! You're such an asssss!" They whined, turning around to face Katsuki in his arms, punching at his chest rather gently and weakly.

He just laughed, ruffling their hair and leaning in closer.

"Don't you like it, teddy bear? I thought you would love being claimed by me. All, all mine... and of course, I'd be yours. Completely yours, and nobody else's..." He whispered, grinning.

Y/N's eye twitched, and they couldn't take it anymore. They grabbed Katsuki's chin. "Jerk." They mumbled before kissing him.

[halfway-happyyy]

Hi! Have been thinking about Frank and scars. And the reader who has some and loves them. (I have 11, 9 under 1 cm on my head under hair and on the forehead, 1 about 5 cm on my right hand, and 1 big from neck to bottom, from planned spinal surgery, nothing traumatic breaking) So when the reader is tracing his scars and he's being all sulky "looks bad" mood, she's like, "Would you say that my scars make me look bad, huh??? 😠 thought so, now let me kiss them all 😌 "

ooooh, yes. i've dabbled a bit with this subject here, but it just never gets old, does it?

and part of the reason it's so good, is that frank truly never gets tired of tracing her scars. like he's seen them hundreds of times; has been privy to their stories hundreds of times, but they never fail to take his breath away.

like all he has to do is whisper, "tell me again how you got this one?" he could truly listen to her speak for hours. her body - and really, everything about her - is an exquisite work of art. something to be revered, and worshipped at all times.

it's a different story when the tables are turned. when they're nose-no-nose between the sheets, or in the humid comfort of their morning shower, she has a front-row seat to the world's most wondrous man, except he rarely (if ever) sees it that way.

this morning, they're spending a little extra time together before frank leaves for a while. she's working hard on being present, and in the moment, but the dread of having him gone for a while still lingers like a spectre in the back of her mind.

"I love these," she confesses, while brushing her fingertips over the myriad of scars that decorate his torso. "tangible evidence of a life well-lived."

frank huffs before murmuring, "yeah? you like your man lookin' like a rough road?"

she nods. "I sure do."

"I'm a mess, kid. these scars are ugly."

she clicks her tongue. "now frank. you wouldn't say my scars look ugly, would you?"

frank hesitates a moment before shaking his head.

"no ma'am, I sure wouldn't."

she can't help the satisfied smirk that tugs at her lips.

"mhm, that's what I thought. now shut up and let me kiss each and every one, to let you know just how much I adore them."

frank snorts. "yes ma'am."

[wifeiy]

nia the new ts demo,,, as a Leander girly,,, gasps hyperventilates explodes all over your floor and shoes and fuses back together

LEANDER MANIPULATE ME AS YOU PLEASE BBYGRL

REG! Exactly. Manipulative Dick can lead me places i wouldn't go with a gun. when i'm not thinking with my pussy i Am interested in why he's. Like That. like, what his interest is rooted in and how MC/their curse plays into his plans... like yeah he's generally a skilled manipulator but the level he's going to... 🤔

anyway Heh here are a few ts cast thoughts for u reg 🦔🪩 (anyone) pleak let me know if there's an LI u want me thinking about 🫵🫵

leander seeing someone hitting on you...😱 i won't talk too much about it in case i want to write a post later (someone ask me.) but i forgot i made this one about jealous/needy leander... oh my goodness him if someone was Genuinely hitting on you.. he's hiring a hitman. half-joking but if the person was incredibly awful maybe murder is allowed idk.

suggestive // leander exhibitionism..? like with the way he takes you to your room or picks a booth in the first demo... imagine getting together and he gets more and more casual about it... the adders and bartender know (leander never uses his usual room anymore)... also with the first point... him becoming way more touchy and possessive the rest of the night . like nibbling your neck hand on your ass taking a shot then holding your face in place to pour it into your mouth SIR BACK DOWN!!!

food stalls with mhin.. maybe they know some good (as they can get) cheap ones and when you try them and agree they have a satisfied look on their face :3 also... mhin scrunching their face when they try something they don't like 🥹

mhin being a great/nice teacher... like if you show genuine curiosity they glance at you, contemplating, before explaining what they're doing or looking at. and they're super easy to follow too. and when you bring up a point they said later on they're like ? you remembered that ? but their face kind of softens 🥹 Oh my goodness

kuras getting used to you coming in with an injury or needing help -> kuras getting used to you visiting for any other more casual affectionate reason -> kuras's shock and worry when you come in because of a serious injury for the first time in a long time . the difference between his initial calm "do not be afraid" and new.. whatever he says. a "you're awake," or "good morning," with a shadow of worry/relief hidden beneath his usual calm

do you guys think there's a line where kuras the doctor will snap and hurt somebody.. 🤯 angry kuras save me... save me angry kuras....

someone please ask me to talk about that ais "it's a nice laugh" scene and other fluffy ideas I'MSOBBGGINGGG IMSOGGY the way his face softens or how he gently traces the features of your face while you're asleep or talks to princess/the soulless about you or his generally beautiful balance of gentle but firm but teasing way of speaking when you need his help OH MY GOODNESS MYhaehfahfbehbfjrsbgjsbgJBRFJAEFB

btw sorry was that scene at the bar where ais keeps his hand on vere to make sure he doesn't fall or whatever in the original demo because idr. that hit me like a truck. i coughed

was thinking about breaking out/freeing vere.. even from just like, one job or whatever. needing his help and he's like you know I don't need to help you. freeing the senobium's hunter? i could kill you right now. obviously he ends up helping—out of intrigue, not wanting to owe a debt later on, affection, etc etc

i still adore the fact that vere likes handmade gifts 🥹 especially in a scenario where your gift plans goes awry... you're worried because the gift broke, or it looks wonky to you, or whatever else, and you try to explain and apologize and he's oddly quiet because he's looking at it, turning it in his hands... depending on how bad you feel, he might tease you for it, but very genuinely appreciates it 🥹 says something like how you're cute but worry too much... he's gotten much less, much worse, as birthday gifts... my gooodness .

[lialox]

Doksoo week day 5

(posted on day 7 - the ‘do anything you want’ day)

Prompt(s): Angst, Neighbour AU, Time Travel

Summary:

In Kim Dokja’s time travel fix it, Han Sooyoung is not from the world that was fixed. (3k words)