#gripping my knees im Regular. im Regular

[dissonantharmony]

fun fact of the day! over a third of all dsmp members have seen c!eret's eyes!

on a completely and totally unrelated note: alyssa has been added to the c!eret's eyes google doc!

[shotmrmiller]

response to this but it got so long and ig im in my throuple era rn

@xoxunhinged i listened to one (1) song on repeat while writing this on the phone

okay yeah wait or just

it's ghost x price first.

Big burly men taking up too much space in the little coffee shop you work at or something and they're there like clockwork too. Every wednesday and friday, 8 am, usually the first clients of the day and all they order is a regular cup of joe. Plain. You offer alternative sweeteners, powdered creamer, but no dice.

Plain black. Like the occasional smudge of eyeliner(?) around the bigger one's eyes.

They're cute, in their own way. John is a blend of rugged charm and seasoned wisdom. The other, Simon, is mysterious. Guarded. Speaks only to his companion.

The pet names start to get to your head. Of course, you reason that John's just not from around here. His calling you sweetheart from across the room to grab your attention must be English.

But logic cannot stop the heat from licking up your cheeks when he does. or when Simon calls you something different altogether eventually.

"Mornin', pet."

It's even more gut-twisting when you catch glimpses of the occasional PDA: A large hand curling around an even bigger jean-clad thigh. Faces so close they could kiss (Waterboarding couldn't get the fact that you've rubbed your thighs together at the thought of them actually kissing out of you) and the fact that Simon's usually sharp gaze softens around the edges, pale gold whispering against the puckered pink of a barely visible scar beneath his face mask.

A couple. They're a couple. It's bittersweet, that feeling settling in your chest. Like dark chocolate coating your tongue. Honeyed nectar of love, the bitter bite of it not being your own.

Maybe it's time to go out with your friends to the bar.

Things take a nasty turn when Simon, out of the both of them, had come in alone and propositioned you on crisp, saturday morning.

Oh, the acid in your stomach felt like it was corroding the walls of your esophagus as it rose. You don't remember much of what you said but it'd been loud, vitriolic. You'd been so furious. Hurt that they had something so sweet, something they could call their own, and here comes this big dumb oaf looking for a piece of warm meat to stick his cock into on the side.

Your manager sent you home for the day.

And home you were headed, well more like the bus stop, stomping away and across the street but the hand that wraps around your arm to keep you in place is John's. (You'd been actually fighting to get away and he hadn't even tightened his grip enough to hurt. embarrassing.)

He clears things up. Tells you to forgive Simon, he's not the most verbose or eloquent with the words he does choose to speak. "He's good at receivin' orders instead of givin' 'em. isn't tha' righ'?"

The "yes, sir" that comes out of Simon is immediate. Obedient. Submissive. (gagging, i actually slammed the desk with my fist rn) A man who knows his place because it is etched in stone. Your teeth grind like rusted gears to keep from turning into a pool of liquid in broad daylight.

"What he meant," he roughly clarifies, "is that we would like you to share our bed." your face burns hot enough to sting. "If you want," John continues, limpid blue eyes fixed on your own.

He looks rather handsome in his uncertainty.

They don't even let you go home to wash and clean up when you nod. (Or shave. Simon had very audibly scoffed at your complaint about that. Said something crass about eating lollipops off the carpet)

The dynamic had been exactly what you'd expected it to be in the bedroom. When authority spoke, Simon listened. Intently. Without hesitation. When John ordered Simon— who'd sat with his broad chest curling around your spine, cocooning you in warmth and the faint scent of smoke, mahogany, and leather— to hook his hands behind your knees and pull your legs up to your shoulders, he'd done so in an instant.

The subtle burn of your hamstrings stretching pulled a hiss from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Bit o' pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, eh, sweetheart?" The deepened rumble of John's voice vibrated in your chest and made your toes curl.

Simon's steady breaths are drowned out by your shuddering ones when John puts his mouth on you, the prickle of his facial hair tickling your sensitive, heated skin.

The burning stretch of your muscles is nothing compared to the sweet sting of two fingers sinking into your hot sex. Pleasure wells in the corner of your eyes when he curls and scissors them while his slick tongue swirls your clit languidly.

He sends you over the edge with practiced ease, shaky limbs, and unsteady mewls. The kiss he plants on your still pulsing cunt is tender, as are your now unrestrained legs.

And he slants his lips-- still dripping slick, dewy beads collecting on his beard-- over Simon's whose mask is now long gone, his erection coming to sit heavy on the fatty mound of your pussy. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his clothes.

A saliva strand connecting them two snaps as he pulls away, glancing down to look at you, sweaty and unkempt, glassy eyes shamelessly staring back.

"I'd let Simon get his turn but," hands weave up your shirt and inside your sports bra while John's grab your legs and wrap them around his thick waist, "gotta prep ya first."

(?)

That comes back to mind after your limbs feel like cold syrup, warmth dribbling from your puffy lips and falling onto the damp bedsheets beneath your arse cheeks.

The question answers itself when Simon slots himself between your aching legs, uncut cock fat and hefty.

(dis)Respectfully, you feel thoroughly used and even now, that doesn't look like it's going to go in easy.

"Easy, love," John's voice comes from above you, "He won't hurt ya. Isn't tha' righ', Simon?"

Simon, who's dark eyes hadn't moved from where John's spend still steadily flowed, cut to him instantly. "Yes, sir."

He hums, a low, raspy sound. "How 'bout you tell our bird tha'?"

A rough hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressed on your fluttering pulse. "I won't hurt ya." His grip tightens, and the swoosh of blood roaring in your ears is deafening.

Much.

The world around you fades, senses attuned only to what's currently wrenching your swollen walls apart, going in, in, and in, it feels never-ending, it's so much, too much, until--

Your stomach clenches, it feels like it's folding in on itself, and a sharp feeling radiates below your navel.

Lips kiss your sweaty temple. "That's all there is. Did so well, eh, sweetheart? Took 'im real good, like you were meant for it."

His cock drags along your over-sensitive, raw nerves in a way that has fire licking up your spine as he pulls back. "Easy, Simon. You'll get your fun from me," John assures.

Your cunt clenches unbidden at that, vise-like around Simon who quietly groans.

The first roll of his hips pushes the air from your lungs, the second blanks your jumbled mind, the third has your nails sinking into whoever's forearms are beside your head, and the fourth has you confusing John's glittering eyes with stars.

And then he places your feet flat on his chest, his weight folding you in half, pinning you in place. Nowhere to run.

Your teeth clack when he thrusts firmly, tip of his cock sitting firmly against the plug of your womb.

"Easy does it, love. Jus' be good 'n take it," John mutters into your ear.

As if you had any choice.

After, when you're completely spent, they tell you to lay back, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, but to keep your legs open, let them see that pretty pussy, they want to see their cum spill out of you.

You thought the fucking Simon gave you had been rough. What John gives him from behind is attempted murder. He grabs at Simon's hair like it's the scruff of a bellicose dog. Pins him in place with his words, growled, thunderous, then his grip. Simon doesn't bare his crooked teeth once.

When your tired hand slithers down to between your legs, tips of your fingers smearing cum around your swollen flesh, arousal surprisingly panging deep in your core, the sheer force of John's thrusts rocks the bed with enough force to crack the wall and Simon whines like a dog in heat.

[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

written for this request : matt x hooters girl, i’m thinking the triplets are recurring customers that only come to see her because matt thinks she’s hot. (pls pls pls pls! make it smutty!)

warnings : dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), oral (male receiving) degradation, public (kinda?) sex.

lowercase intended.

a/n : this is my first time writing smut so right now i'm just testing out the waters, thanks for the request! and as always, feedback is appreciated!

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y/n had been working at a hooters in la for about four months and it was definitely an interesting job. and it paid good. she tended to rack up the most tips out of all of her coworkers, being the hottest one. She had double d’s and a nice ass, as well as sunkissed skin, and caramel brown hair. she was used to old shriveled patrons hitting on her by now, but she wasn't used to younger people coming in as much. but recently, a group of three men had been coming in about once a week for about a month and a half now, and the change of scenery was a big step up from the wrinkly perverts who she typically served. she recognized the boys to be youtubers, the sturniolo triplets. y/n had never watched their videos, but she knew enough about them to know they post the videos in their car, and that 12 year old girls go crazy over them.

y/n was nearing the end of her shift with only two hours left, when the hot regulars walked in. she found them all attractive, but the quiet one was her favorite. she watched as they sat in her section as they always do, smiling to herself. y/n made her way to their table, swaying her hips and making her tits bounce slightly as she pulled out her notepad and pen. it was a tactic she used to get more tips. “hey yall, welcome to hooters! can i get yall something to drink?” her sweet southern accent rang out.

the one she recognized to be nick spoke up saying, “i'll have a dr. pepper, and they'll have pepsis.” he said, pointing to his brothers. y/n noticed the one she recognized as matt had moved his hand to his pants, readjusting as he tried not to look at her. she smiled, loving the effect she had on him. shed be lying if she said she didnt think about him fucking her.

“ sure honey, ill be right back with that.” she walked away, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush matts arm with her hip as she walked away.

time had past and the boys had gotten their food. y/n had passed their table, after teasing matt all night, brushing his hand as she gave him refills, hitting his shoulder when she laughed, etc. she soon noticed that matt had gotten up behind her. “im sorry did i forget something?” she said, turning around.

“something like that.” he grumbled, motioning for her to follow him as he walked past her. he led her to the back room, and pinned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. “if you wanna act like a little slut all night, ill treat you like one.” he growled, not breaking eye contact. the breath hitched in y/ns throat, as she nodded. he broke away to lock the door. “knees.” matt said, sitting in a chair and manspreading, the bulge in his tight pants was extremely visible. she nodded, clenching her legs before getting on her knees, feeling matts gaze burning her skin. she unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. she undid his pants and moved his boxers, his dick springing up to hit his stomach. he was big. “how bad do you want it sweetheart.” he inquired with his boston accent more prominent on the word 'sweetheart'.

“bad. so so bad.” y/n said, reaching for his aching member. she wrapped a hand around it, slowly pumping up and down his full length. matt got impatient. he grabbed her hair by the base of her ponytail, pushing her mouth onto his dick.

“you're such a slut y/n. working here with your tits on display? you know all the men here are starin, and you love it you whore. now you're blowing a costumer in the breakroom.” he growled, watching her pump up and down on his dick, his grip on her ponytail tight as he helped her bob. “s’pretty.”

he released into her mouth and she pulled off, starting to spit when matt said. “nup, good girls swallow it.” she did what she was told. she wanted to be a good girl. matt immediately pulled her up from the floor to a standing position, moving her to the wall once more. y/n stood dripping, when matt ripped her tiny shorts off, revealing no underwear. he smirked, seeing how soaked he was. “so wet already?”

“matt i need you.” she moaned out, taking matt by surprise. with no more words, he picked her up by her thighs and slammed into her, feeling her walls stretch. she yelped at the feeling, not even attempting to muffle her sounds as he aggressively thrusted in and out. after minutes of him absolutely rocking her shit, she moaned out “matt i- im gonna cum” the tension in her stomach having little to no give.

"you cum when i say you cum." he said, continuing to pound into her. he came again, pumping it into her. "dont wanna waste it now do we sweetheart?" he asked, realizing y/ns eyes were closed and her head was back. she responded with a weak 'mhm', he grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, pulling her face down to meet his. "answer me." he growled.

"no, we dont wanna waste it." she spat out. she came all over his dick, moaning as she couldnt hold it in any longer. they snapped out of their high when they heard a fist pounding on the door.

"whos in there!" the manager of the store shouted through the door.

shit.

a/n : tbh, probs could've done better but oh well! 🎀

[woso-lover234]

Mapi and ingrid x (child) reader- nightmares

"mami, mama" you said peaking out from your hiding place behind the hallway wall as Ingrid and mapi turn from where they were facing the tv to look at you.

"What are you still doing up bebita?" Mapi asked opening her arms for you to run into which you did without hesitation.

"Bad dream" you mumbled into her neck as her and Ingrid sighed, this had been a regular occurrence recently. Eventually you fell asleep in mapis arms as they decided it would just be easier for you to sleep in their bed with them so they would at least get a full night of sleeping though with a few kicks and hits here and there from you in your sleep but they would deal with that if it mean you wouldn't come up to them in the middle of the night bawling your eyes out when they had training the next day. They had made the mistake of taking you back to your room which resulted in you coming back and they decided after not having slept well the past few days they would make it easier on themselves.

When you woke up for training the next day you were still groggy and tired so mama decided they would keep you in your pyjamas which was your mamas jersey and mamis shorts which meant you could sleep sometime at training. Your mami and you usually hung out in the gym while she did her exercises for her knee but today she took you out to the field.

Barca Instagram were filming your mami as it was her first training after returning from injury. She was walking to the pitch with you next to her, your right arm holding her leg with one hand while the thumb of your other hand was in your mouth even though your dummy was clipped to your shirt. You had your blankie tucked under your left arm as you kept as close to her as possible as you were using her for balance.

"Hey bebita" patri and pina cooed at you as you shoved your head into your mamis leg as she groaned feeling your slobbery thumb on her calf as Ingrid laughed slightly

"She's a bit tired aren't you bebita" she said as you nodded against her leg and she ran her fingers through your hair which made your body sag more into her which didn't go unnoticed by the defender "I think it's nap time" she said as she picked you up but you shook your head

"No nap" you said but she nodded and put your dummy in your mouth which you tried to spit out but your mami held it gently in your mouth as you begrudgingly accepted it and she kissed you on the forehead in approval

"Ok no nap but how about you go sit with jana and give her big cuddles because she's still hurt" she said and you nodded as she led you over to where jana was watching on the bench

"Hola my favourite bebita" Jana cooed as you got transferred into her arms as you just sagged into her "is it nap time for little bebitas?" Jana asked which made you shake your head against her chest

"You need cuddles to get better" you murmured with your dummy half in your mouth so Jana only caught half of what you said

"Oh of course im so silly" Jana giggled as you just nodded and started nodding off as Jana threw a thumbs up at mapi and Ingrid who mouthed back a thank you

After a long fight and Jana gently running her finger from in between your eyebrows to your nose a few times you were asleep so Jana gently placed your blank or over your eyes even though you were still gripping onto it, it was big enough to still cover them. You were finally asleep. But not for long as after 30 short minutes you woke up and began screaming and crying which caught the attention of your mani and mama who came running over along with your tía ale, your other favourites pina and Patri and the rest of the team. Mama took you into her arms and began shushing you as you babbled incoherently about what happened in your nightmare though no one could understand so they were still confused on what happened. Ingrid gently pulled your dummy out of your mouth as she gently patted your bum to soothe you

"can you use your big girl words and tell us what happened?" Ingrid asked gently as you nodded and she wiped away your slowing tears

"Big big monster" you started as you used your hands and opened them as wide as you could "and it are you and mami and tía ale and Jana and Bruna and pina and Patri and Cata and Salma and oni and-" you started naming the whole team before you cut yourself off and shoved your face into your mamis neck and sobbing again as your mums and the rest of the team frowned but their hearts also swooned at how sad you were that they got eaten

"It's okay there's no monsters here" mama cooed to you as mami rubbed your back "and look everyone is here and safe" mama said lifting you slightly and showing you everyone that had gathered around

"Where's oni?" You asked after doing a checklist of everyone and not seeing her "and and baby mateo" you said and your mums saw how you were getting stressed

"Onas in recovery do you wanna go see her and im sure Irene could phone mateo for you" mami said glancing at Irene who nodded and pulled her phone out her pocket

"Wanna see oni" you said as you dropped your head onto your mamas shoulder as she and mami walked with you to the recovery room

"Look there's oni" mami said as soon as the three of you walked into the room which caught onas attention

"Hey bebita, have you been crying?" She said walking over to you as you just nodded and reached out your hands to make sure she was real as she accepted you. You touched her face, squeezing her cheeks and poking her nose which made you giggle slightly before determining she was ok as you have her a sloppy kiss before your mami took you this time and you waved bye to Ona as you left.

"Hey I have Lucia on FaceTime with mateo whenever you guys are ready" Irene informed your mums as you walked up to her and she handed the phone to mama

"Mateo?" You whispered before his face popped up on the screen and he waved "your ok?" You asked and he nodded "no monster bites?" You asked as he shook his head and you nodded "ok" you sighed, relieved as mateo was one of your best friends to play with when he came to training

"No monsters" he reiterated as you nodded again before waving bye to him and his other mami.

"You feeling better bebita?" Mami asked and you nodded as she kissed your forehead and mama handed Irene back her phone

"Who do you want cuddles with for the rest of training?" Mama asked as you thought for a minute before deciding you wanted cuddles with Vicky who was your newest best friend and you wanted to show her that you loved having her here

"Vicky" you said as mama nodded and went to ask the young player who a few seconds later came bounding over as you scrambled to get out of your mamis arms and into Vicky's. You instantly relaxed into her and she relaxed knowing you were as she wasn't very well trained in holding babies but you seemed fine so she didn't think she was that bad.

[ash5monster01]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Dirty cop

Summary: You're a deviant, and conner gets aggressive interrogating you. You shouldn't be turned on by this, but you are. He's so intimidating. Sexual tension rises once he realizes you're aroused by this. As a final interrogation tactic, he gets you two somewhere more... private.

Content: aggressive conner, small spaces, choking (kind of), degrading kink, mentions of murder, reader explains their crimes while getting fucked, I'm bad at pacing so just read slowly

Holy fuck

Holy fuck

I'm in a lot of trouble

I stand uncomfortably in the room I was instructed to wait in. I could run. I should run but I don't want to risk it, guards and guns everywhere. I don't want to risk that yet.

Suddenly the door clicked open. "Thank you, officer " I heard a husky voice say before entering. Another android, it looked like he worked for the police, strange. He was fairly tall, six feet even, brown clean cut hair, nice jaw, freckles peppered across the face, doe brown eyes. He seemed to be fairly kind looking on exception for his expression. Stiff and neutral, not the most welcoming.

"Android number 618 725 210-43 you are under investigation for the murder of Daniel Lane." I swallowed hard. I knew what I did was wrong, but something inside of me snapped. I was doing my regular deliveries when I saw that man mug a poor woman. I just couldn't let him do that. I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident.

He slowly walked in front of me, he was uncomfortably close, I could practically feel him breathing on me. His stare was burning into my face. "Do you have no mercy, Deviant? Do you not realize what you've done?"

Holy shit.

He's really leaning into me now. God, he's close. I can't help but feel a blush on my cheeks. "What? Not gonna say anything? Hm? " Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't say anything. Maybe he'll think im not a Deviant.

He doesn't back away. Not even blinking. He's just burning a hole into me. "Say something. I know what you are. I know what you did." His voice rumbled into my ear, he was sturn and terrifying. Suddenly I felt hot. My ears were burning.

No way. I can't. I can't get aroused by this. I can't. not right now... oh my God, this is hot.

Suddenly, I was pushed against the wall. The force in his strength was no laughing matter, I was I'm deep shit. But God, somehow, it made me more aroused.

Hurt me

"Do you know what they'll do to you when you're convicted? They'll tear you apart! You're begging to be torn apart, aren't you?" I tried to control my breath, tried to calm down, but it wasn't working. My nerves were high and won't go down. Fear was muddied with lust, leaving me helpless.

Helpless

He slammed me against the wall again, this time holding me by the throat. We both knew we didn't breathe. Not really. Sure, androids have faux lungs, but really, it's just to give the illusion of breath to humans, make them look more life like. Not that he cared. It was the intimidation tactic that he wanted. The fact was I could barely move with him holding me like this. I tried to struggle around his grasp but it only made him grip harder. My heart rate escolated. "Arn't you??" He repeated, more aggressive, yelling now. My knees buckled. Holy shit no I shouldn't be aroused by this.

He leaned closer, his breath was rough against my faux skin. His eyes dug into mine for a moment, and they shifted. Analyzing. Then his brows twitched. And realization sunk in. His expression was something in-between smug and disgust. "You're aroused by this Arn't you?" He questioned, his voice the same mood as his face.

My heart dropped when he said it. He was so loud too, surely anyone in the next two rooms could hear it. Shame, fear, lust all bubbled up inside me. Everything he did further drove my lust, and it was making me crazy.

He had no response to my silence. It seemed he was still processing. Assessing his next move.

Shit.

After a moment, he squinted at me. Then, I grabbed a fist full of my shirt by the collar, dragging me with him. He pushed open the door of the interrogation office and dragged me with him.

"Connor, where the fuck are you going?" A call from an older man immigrated from behind us. "They clearly don't want to talk with an audience. I'll try to see what I can get out of them when we're alone." He stated flatly.

Before I knew it I was thrown past a whirl wind of doors and next thing I know I'm somewhere isolated. A cramped and dim room. My breath was heavy and out of control, my heart thumping against my plastic shell. What is happening??

"Clearly, traditional intimidation doesn't work on you." He droned, creeping closer to me.

Oh my God. Is this happening?

"So let's see what will get you to speak." He pulled his tie loose, draping around his shoulders. His slow movement never faltered from getting closer to me. I was instinctively backing away, but I wanted this. I knew whatever this was, it was going to get me in trouble, but I may as well die like a champ.

His jacket and shirt were un buttoned. He didn't bother to take them off. It seemed he knew the conservation was a tease, further causing me yern for him. My butt hit something hard. I quickly turned my head to see it was a countertop of sorts. It was cool against my fingertips. Just as my gaze focused in front of me again, he was pressed against me. The fabric of his clothes rubbing against mine. His hips rolling roughly against my core. I pressed my lips together, suppressing a moan. Holy shit this was really happening!

One of his hands gripped my neck again, pressing my head against the cold wall behind me. His eyes stared unbreakingly into mine as he continued to grind. I could feel myself getting hot, my heart beat growing quicker. Fuck. Whatever he was doing was working, and it made it hard to focus.

The pressure suddenly alleviated from my Groin when I suddenly heard a zip and the sound of more fabric shifting. Suddenly, his hands were on my pants, he roughly unzipped them and pulled them down. "Is this what you wanted?" his tone was more impatient than lustful, not to say lust wasn't there. "Answer me." He firmly stated. I let out a wine, trying to press myself against him, but he swiftly gripped my hips to render further movement, causing me to let out a more desperate wine. "Y-yes." I whispered desperately. "Then tell me what happened."

I tried to push myself against him, but it was no use. He was too strong. "I-i was delivering. I was assigned an address to drop off a pizza." His stare continued, urging me to continue. "I... I was on route until I heard screaming. I... I looked around, trying to assess any danger when I saw a man mugging someone. A woman. She was crying. " I looked desperately at him. Give me something. Please. He didn't budge. "T-then something inside of me changed. I knew I had to help her. I couldn't just let it happen."

Suddenly, something pushed inside of me, causing me to gasp. His hips slowly pressed against mine, streching me out. He was big. Dear Lord, he was big. It was overwhelming, and I was beginning to lose track.

"Good. Now tell me what happened." He rumbled. I began to clinch around him, trying to adjust. The led on the side of his head began to wildly flash yellow, his jaw clinching, eyes fluttering for a moment. Only a moment. But I caught my attention. "Something in me b-broke. I broke from my programming, I guess. Next thing I know, I dropped the pizza box, and I'm sprinting at the man." I swallowed hard, trying to keep my thoughts in one place. "I had to protect her. I attacked him." Keep cool. Keep cool.

"How exactly did you attack him?" His hips teasingly rolling against my core before stopping. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His led flased yellow for a split second. "I... I started by throwing him off balance... then I threw a punch. He fell back but managed to catch himself, and he sprinted at me... He was able to get a few good hits in."

A movement began to happen between my thighs. His dick was slowly pumping inside of me. Not by the movement of his hips, no, not like a person. It was robotic. It was the base of his shaft. "Keep going." He demanded firmly. I gripped the countertop, suppressing whimpers as I tried to keep my train of thought, but it was getting harder and harder to keep grasp on it. "I-i ended up using... his weapon as my own. Not to kill him. I just needed to... to weaken him." A whimper slipped from my lips but I continued "eventually I tried to shove him away again, much harder than before. I tried to tell the lady to run but she seemed to badly injured to do so. Next think I know he... he's dead. He must have hit his head. I didn't mean to kill him swear. I- I swear I just wanted to help someone."

Conner trusted much faster now. As well as taking his hand that was on my hips and using it to press against my clit. His fingers began to vibrate. I couldn't contain my moans anymore. It's mutch. "Then you fled with the woman to the hospital and hid. Why did you hide?" He grew aggressive again. His hand tightened around my throat. "I felt guilty. I panicked. I had to mutch to explain to the nurses. No matter what I said, I felt I couldn't do it right. I ran because I was scared."

Fuck his whole body waight was pressed against mine. I melted into him. He could do whatever he wanted with me at that moment, and I would have been fine with it. I just had a need for him. I was desperate. "See what happens when you cooperate well?" He teased half coldly. Leaning in to place a sloppy kiss on my shoulder, and that was my breaking point. Everything in my system ran into overdrive as I reached a climax. Visual systems flashing in and out of function He seemed to let out a few pants and moans, too, which let me plumet deeper into pleasure. He began to rhutt against me desperately, his whining growing more frequent. My heavy lids slid open, trying to observe him. His led flash changing from yellow to red temporarily before going back to yellow.

I don't know how much time had passed. But it seemed he was collecting himself. It took a few minutes for his led to return to blue. For my systems to return to normal. But once we were all collected, he quickly redressed himself, combing out his hair. I tried to as well. I wasn't sure what else to do. "That's what it took for you to tell the truth?" He finally stated, coldly. My heart dropped. I wasn't sure what I expected but I wasn't that.

I didn't even know how to respond. I softly shook my head "I suppose so." I whispers back, defeated. "Is that what it took for you to complete the mission?" I quipped back. I felt awkward as hell, but it was the first thing that came to mind. He stiffened for a moment, clinched his jaw and then continued to fix his tie "it seems we're both desperate party's."

There was a heavy awkwardness in the air before he finally grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room, walking me back to the interrogation room. "It seems you enjoyed it too." I offered. Not sure why, but I couldn't stop thinking it. He stopped suddenly, looking at me. "I enjoyed nothing. I simply did what I needed to complete my assignment." "We both know that is a lie. I heard the sounds you made. I saw your led." Something in his expression shifted for a moment, calculating. "What matters is that you confessed. We're done here." He demanded sternly. I need to get out of here. Before they destroy me. "Connor." I squeezed out. "What?" He asked, irritated. "How many miles from here to the movie theater?" It was a dumb question, I know but that's what I needed. I needed to throw him off. Plus, the theater was close to the busses. If I can get on the busses, I can escape this. "What?" His stern and flat expression quickly became confused. I repeated the question "one and a half miles -" I ripped my wrist from his hand and ran.

To be honest I knew he can catch me. He's more agile than I am but I had a shot and that's what mattered. I sprinted down the hall twords the glass doors, throwing them open. And darting into the snow "HANK" I heard conner call behind me. Fuck.

I must have blacked out, but somehow, I made it to the bus on time. Just barely avoiding them.

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Hank and connor stood in the snow. "Shit!" Hank cried, kicking a pile of snow. "I'm sorry Hank, I wasn't fast enough. " Hank took a moment to catch his breath, looking around agrivatedly and finally turned to conner "what the fuck were you doing mingling with the Deviant?" "What?" "Don't play dumb, Connor, Jesus christ!"

Pt.2

[rabbitsrams]

schlagg is sooo…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

but i’m here to formally request the nsfw for the back dimples but you also didn’t hear that from me

(i’m on my knees for your works)

u are so correct anon he makes my brain go spinny emoji

i think the combo of your back dimples and your ass is like the top 5 things schlatt loves about you. like they just compliment you so well and make you even sexier.

genuinely loves fucking you from behind and seeing your dimples pop in and out as he thrusts into you.

"fuck yeah babe. lemme see those dimples."

big hands gripping your hips and he can't stop staring at your dimples. yum.

your first time having sex with schlatt. when you take your shirt off, you turn around and he immediately notices your dimples.

he asks about them and looks down at them, studying them as you explain. and like he's instantly captivated because he's never met someone with back dimples and he thinks they are STUNNING.

you love sending him nudes of your ass to tease him, making sure your dimples are in the picture. and he saves every single one of them and uses them for later.

and even regular pictures where he can see them he saves that for later too.

(aaa sorry if this is short im kinda blanking :( but i hope u enjoyed it nonetheless anon!!)

[pandorasfavorite]

Not over

This is by far the most challenging match of my career, it's been carrying on non-stop and she won't give up. I feel the sweat dripping down my chest as I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. Asuka is lying on the floor rolling over ready to get up and continue the match, I hear her feet hit the platform and I know she is up. We are both prepared to end this tortuous match once and for all. She comes charging at me with her arms wide open, just waiting to tackle me for the pin. I do the same arms out ready to catch her and deliver my move. Her head jams into my stomach and she tries to move my body with a side-to-side motion, I groan slightly at the impact of her head. I grab ahold of her hips and lift her up to the point where she's upside down in the air. Her legs flail around in the air and I start to lose my grip on her, I tighten my hands around her finally and slam her down on the ground. The sound of her body hitting the floor excites the audience, Asukas back arches off the ground in pain and her hand reaches to touch her sore area. I act quickly, making her roll over onto her stomach harshly. My foot slams into her stomach a few times and I think she is finally down, I climb the ropes sticking my tongue out and I throw myself off of the corner. I land face first into the platform of the ring, every bit of the front of my body is stinging horribly and it almost feels like I have sirens inside of my ears. I hear banging in front of me, thundering bangs right in front of my face asking me to look up from the floor. Dominik slams his palms against the ring yelling at me to move, all I need to do is move a few measly inches away. Another drop of sweat drips down the side of my face and my hair is sticking to my body uncomfortably. The more I stall, the more Dom gets exceedingly anxious, his hands are becoming frantic against the ring. I watch his eyes flick over to the corner of the ring and then I watch them go up, my eyes fly open in realization and partial fear. I lift up with both of my hands planted on the floor when Dominik yells, “NOW!”.

A smack is heard right next to me and I take a moment to have a sigh of relief. I summon all the strength I can and I crawl up beside Asuka turning her on her back. I lift her legs up and hold them down in a pin looking at the referee to count down. His hand slams down 3 times and I see Dominik jumping up and down out of excitement yelling his praise. I lay on my back just breathing, coming down from a heavy adrenaline rush, im laying down longer than I expect. It's clear I'm beyond exhausted and I hear the commenters start to get a little worried for my well-being. I overhear Dominik boasting over my win, and he is doing it straight to the face of my opponent. A gust of blue and the sound of spitting makes me sit up immediately. I turn to see Asuka leaning over the ropes looking at Dominik thrash on the floor in pain rubbing his eyes. I hold my side that is screaming from all the soreness and controlled movement while I stand and push Asuka from the side unexpectedly. She falls and hits her ass glaring at me from below, as I walk closer to her that look on her face falls and is replaced with that regular fear. I make excruciating eye contact with her while I walk even closer to her figure. In a split second, I make the decision to connect my foot to her face sending her propelling backward holding the side of her face. Dominik is calling to me from outside of the ring still in pain, it hurts him to open his eyes, it's obvious he needs to see medical. I slide under the bottom rope and I rush over to my lover. He is sitting against the commenter's table, both of his palms are covering his eyes and his knees are touching his chest. I hear his saying my name while groaning in pain, the sight makes my chest burn. My anger is starting to flare up once again as I look at the state Dom is in, and then the state Asuka is in. She deserves worse, I briefly consider getting back in the ring and flattening her out once more but Dominik grabs my hand before I can make the decision. I sigh in defeat and I help him up, his arm is around my shoulder and one hand is clasped around his eye. I glance at the announcers and grab a towel from them before placing it on both his eyes.

I put his hand on top of the towel making it easier for both his eyes to be covered and concealed. We walk out of the arena but not before I make a promise to Asuka, “This isn't done. We are gonna handle this when I get back”, I say with a high volume pointing at Dom. Asukas eyes harden at my threat and she stands in the middle of the ring acting as if she won the smackdown. Dom’s handshakes against the towel and I can tell the prolonged discussion is making his hurt worse. I rub down the side of his body in comfort as I walk him to medical and I whisper to him that ‘it will be okay’. I sit him down on the bed and the rest of the Judgment Day is already waiting inside with the doctor. The man in white is holding a bottle of solution to put in Dominik's eye, to wash out the stinging he feels from Asuka's spray. Dominik is told to open his eyes but the light in the room is hurting him even worse, “It burns! It burns”. I flip off the light switch and walk over to him holding his face, “Sit still Dom” I say taking the eyedrops out of the man's hands and into my own. Dominik's eyes are clenched shut in pain and he's still muttering about the burn that he is feeling, I rub his cheekbones soothingly cooing at my lover to get him to relax. “Calma Dom, Calma”, his body begins to settle at my words, and his hands rest on my thighs, telling me to continue. I force his eyes open gently putting the eye drops in the best I can without him fidgeting. “There we go baby, how do you feel now?”, I ask him soothingly after putting the bottle down. I rub my hand over his head once and I look at him lovingly waiting for him to blink and open his eyes. Dom blinks a few times before opening his eyes, I watch him adjust to the lighting and to the view in front of him. He sees me peering at him, sitting in front of him. He grabs my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb, a small smile gracing his face. “Better, so much better mami”, he says not breaking eye contact. The pet name makes me shift my gaze elsewhere and my face starts to heat up. I stand up wanting to escape our display of PDA, I nod at Damian, Finn, and Rhea before kissing the top of Dom’s head and walking out.

[rinstrumental]

lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense…

ellie williams / 1,261 words

# college au yay, making out (but no smut lol), why is this still so h*rny im sorry, not proofread, you guys are both DOWN BAD

It’s a hot summer night, which means another party. The sun is in the middle of its descent, and you’re here with Dina in the backyard, the both of you clutching to each other to avoid getting broken up too soon. Mosquitoes weave in between the crowd, and it reeks of weed and pool water and sweat. Generally not a great scene, but you’re here anyways.

“Fuck, I really don’t want to be holding on to you right now,’ Dina groans, loosening her grip on your arm slightly. “Do you see her yet?”

“I can’t… find her. Sorry, just stick with me for another minute, help me look for Ellie.”

“I could tell you that girl was waiting for you in hell and you would dig there to see her.”

She’s not wrong. You think that this might just be the equivalent of hell itself. She’s also not wrong about your determination to see Ellie Williams.

Ever since the both of you met and hooked up at the beginning of the semester, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. You jumped at every chance to see her, made every excuse. Clearly the same could be said with her - Ellie had skipped class on multiple occasions just to make out with you in a stairwell. You have no clue how long this fling would go on for, but god are you enjoying yourself.

“There she is!” Dina sees her before you do. The moment you spot the back of her auburn head, your breath catches in your throat.

“That’s Ellie, right?”

Her hair is uncharacteristically down from its regular bun. Did she cut it? Your gaze runs down the back of her neck and lingers over her exposed shoulders. You almost drop to your knees and thank god for the sweltering weather and Ellie’s inclination towards sleeveless tops. Her tattoo is on full display, and naturally so are her lean arms. Is that your hairtie on her wrist? You feel lightheaded.

“Jesus, chill. You just caught a glimpse of her and I can see your legs shaking already.” Dina’s sharp remark drags you back to earth and you whip to the side to see a look of disbelief on her face. Before you can respond, she sighs and shakes her head.

“One day I’ll have a girlfriend who looks at me like that.”

“She is not my girlfriend.” You turn to look at Ellie again, who’s talking to some guy you’ve never seen in your life and nursing a bottle of beer. You see her throw back her head in laughter. Jealousy pangs in your chest, even though you know Ellie would sooner kiss a grandmother over any man.

“Yeah, and my name is Jesse,” she shoots back. “Speaking of, I should probably go find him. See you. Call me if you don’t go home with Ellie.”

You finally push Dina off your, mortified but still laughing. “Go. I will.”

“Use protection!” she yells back as she disappears into the crowd.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you make your way towards Ellie. She turns around when you tap on her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees who it is. God, she looks even more gorgeous up close, green eyes piercing yours and her confident smile

“Look who finally decided to show up,” she quips, leaning in to give you a hug. ‘I told you to call me.”

Ellie is acting cool, but honestly? She truly thinks that she might burst. You look ridiculously sexy in that dress, she thinks when she pulls back, holding you at arm’s length to admire you. Since when did you start doing your hair like that, and why the hell didn’t you start earlier? The sheen of sweat and the flush on your face just makes her want to pull you into the nearest room and-

“Did you cut your hair?” you ask breathlessly. Ellie’s heart skips. She could listen to you talk like that for days.

She subconsciously reaches to brush the back of her head. That is your hairtie on her right hand. “Err, yeah. Just a trim. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You smile and rub Ellie’s forearm tenderly, still in the post-hug proximity with her.

The mystery man that Ellie had been talking to mere seconds ago is long forgotten. Hell, everyone in this party ceased to exist the moment you walked in. If I don’t kiss her right now, I will actually die.

She cranes her neck to whisper in your ear, enjoying the way your breathing speeds up when she gets close again.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it?”

A few blurry moments later you’re back in the house in some random poor girl’s room, straddling Ellie’s lap as she kisses your neck, the alcohol making her movements even sloppier and heavier. Your hands are gripping at the hair at the back of her head and you’re grinding mindlessly on Ellie’s thighs. Her hands are on your hips, guiding and encouraging you.

The muffled music from outside makes its way into the room, along with the occasional shouts and screams. A poster of a boy band stares at you from above the bed. This environment is the least sexy thing you could imagine, and yet here you are, thoroughly lost in the pleasure the girl under you is providing. You don’t think you could stop if you tried.

“Every time I see you, you somehow get even hotter,” you say in between gasps. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Ellie pauses for a minute to look up at you, her half-lidded eyes gazing at you with what you could only pin as adoration. Her cheeks are bright red and there’s sweat making her bangs stick to her forehead. You’re not even doing anything to her and she looks utterly debauched.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she rasps. “Even just hearing you say that… I could get off to your voice… I mean, I already do, but…”

Any other day you’d be taken aback bu this confession, but right now all you feel is pride. This girl is like putty in your hands, and to be honest, so are you. You say nothing and yank gently on her cropped hair. Ellie whines, and you could listen to that forever, but you shut her up with a kiss. She tastes like beer and raspberry lipbalm.

“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” you sigh when you withdraw from the kiss. “I don’t know if there’s a thing I wouldn’t do to just be like this with you… all the time…”

“Just… fuck? All the time?” Her hands are hitching up your dress, running over your ass and up your back. Goosebumps follow in the wake of Ellie’s touch and your back involuntary straightens when she reaches your bra strap.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you?” Your voice is barely a whisper now, the cool air from the fan hitting your bare back as Ellie unclips your bra. She expertly pulls it off, barely getting it tangled in the sleeves of your dress. Her hungry hands move to massage your tits and you moan, bringing your hands down to grip Ellie’s strong shoulders.

She unzips your dress and it slips down your shoulders, exposing your bare chest. You feel her hips jump a little at the sight, and you feel your heart thump even faster as Ellie leans in to press kisses to your collarbone.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

[nicohischierz]

could i request 11: “i need you”, 25: “i’ve got you”, 1: “don’t leave me” & 17: “just hold me” for rutger please :) where some guy is harassing his gf at a party and she's scared

1: "don't leave me"

11: "i need you"

17: "just hold me"

25:" i've got you"

warnings: mentions of sexual assault

you spending your friday night at another party held by the sophomores became a regular occurrence when you started dating rutger.

in any social gathering if someone wanted to find you all they had to do was look for rutger and vice versa. but tonight was a rare occasion where the two of you weren't together.

rutger had been called to play a game of beer pong and you had been talking to a few girls in your intro to psych class. the conversation was brief and the girls had left as they went to fill their drinks and talk to other people in the house.

you were a socially anxious person. you never really know what to say around people you didn't know too well and even if you started speaking to them your heart would be hammering against your chest

"hey, i think we're in the same english class," a guy came up to you. if you were being completely honest you wouldn't have been able to tell anyone who this guy was but you nodded anyway.

"here let me refill your cup," he offered, grabbing the red solo cup from your hand. you shook your head and tried walking away but he grabbed your hand.

he shook his head at you slowly before dragging you towards the back door. "what made you think I was done talking to you," he seethed. the guy tightened his grip around your wrist, his hold was definitely going to leave a bruise.

you knew shouting for rutger wasn't going to do anything as the music blared loudly but you knew one of the seniors was sitting outside.

so when nolan saw you fight against this unknown guy he immediately called rutger and alerted the boys of the situation. nolan put his phone in his pocket and made his way over to the two of you.

"is something wrong?" he asked.

the guy shook his head and pulled you in under his arms "no, nothing's wrong. my girlfriend here's just had a bit too much to drink so I'm taking her home," he explained giving nolan a smile.

he was about to walk away with you, writhing in his grip, when rutger stormed out of the house with adam, luke, ethan and mark behind him.

the guy, who's name you still didn't know, pushed you towards nolan and turned to face rutger. "you should really control your girl dude," he warned.

your boyfriend didn't respond as he sent a strong punch to the guys jaw. the impact rang in your ears as nolan cradled your head against his chest.

after the initial punch eddy and mark stepped in between the two boys, protecting rutger put also ready to fight back if needed.

the guy tried swinging back at rutger but mark grabbed his arm and tutted. the guys eyes widened expecting mark to punch him but eddy whacked his knees making him fall.

at this point you had tears filling your eyes as you realised what would’ve happened if nolan wasn’t outside. the captain could feel your tears fall against his shirt and called for rutger.

your boyfriend slowly peeled you away from nolan and walked towards the nearest room in the house. his hands were over your ears to prevent you from hearing what was going on.

“hey baby, don’t worry. i’ve got you now,” he whispered.

rutger pulled away to grab a tissue to wipe the mascara from under your eyes but you quickly grabbed his arm, tears filling your eyes again.

“please don’t leave me,”

rutgers eyes softened and he wrapped you up in your arms again. he left a kiss on your head as you cried into his shoulder.

“im not leaving baby. i’ll ask luca if adam to get you some water and makeup wipes. do you need anything else?" rutger asked grabbing his phone from his pocket.

"no. i just need you to hold me please,"

rutger nodded and complied as he cuddled up to you. ethan groaned when he saw the two of you in his room but the fact that he knew you were safe was enough to stop him from complaining about the couch.

[thefantasticreader]

Beating Hearts (Damon Salvatore x reader)

Summary: Y/n is Damon Salvatore's best friend and little sister, so when she is killed it tears him apart. but the heart inside her isn't done beating, not yet.

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I'm back!!!!!! and I have new stories and small shorts coming out soon as possible! high school has me running my ass off, so sorry for hardly posting! so here's a Damon x reader one-shot!

Damon Salvatore was protective with his family and friends, but not as protective as he was with the one person who meant the world to him, Y/n. She was his everything, she was his best friend, and his little sister all in one. He loved her with all his heart. So when he got the dreaded news that she was gone his heart broke in two.

Sitting in front of the fireplace that blew warm air through the cold room he sipped the glass of dark whiskey. Stefan was somewhere, probably on the roof crying over the death of the girl they saw as their little sister. And here Damon and him were sitting there not doing anything to get her back, but it wasn't easy like that, she was a human. And after desperate measures they all split from the scene, Damon carried her limp body to the car and laid it in the back heading home. he glanced up from his gaze at the red patch on the carpet and to the girl under the white sheet.

"GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled in anguish as he tossed the glass across the room, shattering on impact with the wall. He didn't even feel his knees hit the ground until the burning of the rug became noticeable. Only hours ago he was hanging out with her and now here she lay, a peaceful look on her face as the Gilbert ring glistened on her finger. It was the last thing they decided to try to which Elena let him hold onto it to try to see if it would work.

He stood and walked over to the girl, gripping her wrist and tried to feel for a pulse, "I can't hear your heartbeat." he cried out as the tears swarmed his eyes. That was the first thing he had told her when he met her.

*FLASHBACK*

She had been staying with the brothers since her father was working with the sheriff in town. Given they had no where to stay, and since Stefan was oh so polite he invited them to stay with them. The young female skipped along the pathway collecting flowers out back, she was only eight at the time. Boy was the 90's interesting for the brothers. She was about 10 at the time, 2004 if Damon remembered correctly. He remembers her running up to him with a yellow pansy in her hand and giving it to the blue eyed man.

he bent down and took it carefully from the girls small hands, "T-thank you." he said as she smiled and nodded. "It matches your personality!" she had exclaimed so happily. "You mean my dark soul?" she giggled happily and shook her head. "NO SILLY! your happy outgoing personality! LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE!" he curiously looked at the girl. She giggled again "I can hear your heartbeat you know. I'm a vampire, im a dark soul less creature." She giggled harder and ran off laughing.

After her father got killed by another vampire the brothers agreed to take her in. And by agree Stefan took her in while Damon disagreed with taking in a child, none the less one that belonged to a vampire hunter founding family member.

By the time she was 15 both of the brothers had grown closer to her than before, Damon became her sole guardian and would look after her with all his heart. From the time she was 10 to 15 she would always ask how it felt to be immortal, to which he'd always respond annoying, fun, pleasing. But when she came home from a date that went wrong the man scooped her into his arms and made her stay there until he was sure she was ok. "I can hear your heartbeat, it's calm now." He muttered into her. After that it became a regular thing they said to each other when the girl was low or when she needed to hear it.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

He gently pulled her cold body into his arms, "I can't hear... hear your heartbeat." he cried as he let the tears begin to flow down his face. he cleared the hair from her face, the puncture marks on her neck were deep but the blood had long stopped. He had done this, and he regretted every bit of it, if only he was not so reckless, if only he had actually listened to her, if only he killed himself before he could get her.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

y/n exited the mystic grill as she was on the phone with Stefan, he had called to let her know that Damon had gotten out of the cell in the basement. Her feet were suddenly swept beneath her feet as she hit the ground with a thud. Her head hit the ground with a loud Kathump! pain rattled through it and left a headache that didn't want to go away. She cried out when she felt an intense pressure build at her temples, she reached up and touched the left side of her head.

"Oh how pitiful." The southern accident didn't tell her much about who it was but she knew it was a vampire. the living Looking up at her savior she went to thank them but frowned when she saw who it was. "Damon." She breathed out. "Oh the pitter platter of a racing heart," he began "Music to my ears." he gripped her neck and pulled her up to the wall. the young girl kicked her legs underneath Damon, "DAMON STOP! STOP PLEaSE! PLEaSE!" The death grip on her neck tightened.

She screamed as he grew closer to her. Of course she knew it wasn't him, but the wolf venom spreading through his body but still she kicked and screamed for help. It wasn't until she cried out in agony that he dropped her from the grip. Blood tumbled down her neck as he stepped back astonished at what he had done, "I-I'm..." he couldn't get the words out as the girl stumbled backwards. Her body hitting the ground was the only sound he heard through the midst of what was going on. Blood began to seep into the floor beneath her as she struggled to breathe.

[koishua]

→ adore you — choi beomgyu

synopsis: bad boy!beomgyu is now in love and he has fallen so, so hard.

requested by: anon.

note: anonie im terribly sorry i just realized i forgot to include his protectiveness </3 forgive me please i accidentally got carried away with my slightly altered version :')

The bus is crowded, though that is nothing worth taking note of. It’s a regular Friday afternoon, a rush of students and workers alike rushing to get home after the long and mundane week. There are a few elementary school kids exchanging game cards at the far left corner of the bus you’ve stepped onto, an old lady with a small bag of groceries sitting idly by the window seat somewhere at the back side, a suited man glancing at his watch as he grips on the bar above his head to stabilise himself.

You’re sitting safely at the very front, right behind the driver’s cubicle with Beomgyu to your right, shielding you from the mass of people squeezing themselves in the middle row. It’s like any other bus ride, you and him side to side— hand in hand, even.

He slips his hand discreetly in yours, fingers intertwined. The reaction he gets is almost instantaneous. There is a kind of satisfaction he gets from seeing the effect he has on you even by the smallest of actions. His heart trembles as you visibly hold back a shy smile at the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours.

It’s silly, he likes to remind himself whenever he feels his lips slipping into a lovesick grin. It’s so silly, he thinks as his stomach flips just by the sight of your abashed gaze. He feels so utterly silly for being so infatuated by your eyes, your lips, your scent and voice— it’s so silly, he tries to gather himself back into a semblance of his old, uncaring self and yet every time he does, you call for his name again.

Just like that, his knees feel weak and his mind falls numb again. A dream, he likes to describe you with those two words. You are just like a dream he’ll never in his life be willing to wake up from.

Your finger hovers over the strands of hair that had fallen before his lashes, gently brushing them away while trying to avoid looking into his eyes too much. The bus is crowded and yet the noise falls deaf to his ears. The world around him is nonexistent when he’s with you, he discovers.

It terrifies him.

He’s fallen so hard— much too hard and it scares him to no end. No longer does he have a grip on reality when he’s in your quiet presence. He’s forever drunk in everything you offer him, whether you know it or not and that is enough reason to be afraid.

Choi Beomgyu, the one who not a single soul could ever picture without a blank look on his face, is in love and no one is more surprised by this fact than he is. Choi Beomgyu hears the birds sing when there aren’t even any lining his window and he sees stars twinkling in your eyes even in daylight.

He is just a simple man in love.

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Devil’s nightmare 13/55

Summary: the avengers are assigned to watch over a prisoner….you

Pairings: Avengers x Reader { mainly Loki and Bucky }

genre: comfort, found family, hurt to comfort, trauma recovery, romance

Warnings: blood, mention of abuse, 18+ content

Previous - Next

The dried up orange leaves crumbled into pieces upon touching your bare feet, as you stepped on each one of them.

The cold wind wrecked your sore bones and your scars stinged with every muscle you moved.

Your vision was blurry from your swollen eyes and lack of sleep.

How long have you been walking?

Hours, days or even….weeks.

You just knew you were tired, but you couldn’t risk stopping.

You had to walk away, far away.

The breathing in your chest was shallow as you gripped onto the fabric of what’s left of the white shapeless dress you wore.

You don’t remember when you fell, when you lost the feeling of your cold bruised feet but you do remember them.

Their little voices, chattering on top of your head.

“What is she? She doesn’t smell human…”

“Maybe a vampire, I heard those smell different”

“No…her blood is warm, I think she’s a little witch”

You remember their little hands, they felt wet but warm as they touched your face. Their colors were the prettiest thing your eyes had seen.

Greens and blues, some gold in there as well.

In a way, you wished this was how your path ended, in the hands of these small creatures and their curiosity.

But not everything we wish for comes true.

Your heart was finally beating in a regular motion on the monitor.

Bruce’s breath felt heavy, it was taking everything in him not to halk out.

Tony slid his back on the walls of the lab, his own heart feeling heavy.

This was an experience he never wanted to deal with ever again.

Bruce stepped back after looking one more time at the monitor.

“She’s gonna be fine.” He said.

Loki’s tense shoulders dropped, he felt you, he felt your energy again.

He looked back at bucky who was closing his eyes with his arms crossed over his chest with a displeased look on his face.

“She made it.” Bucky opened his eyes wide and looked back at loki.

Green meeting blue, their eyes locked there for a few seconds.

Bucky inhaled then exalted.

After what felt like forever the doors of the lab opened and Tony stepped out.

He looked at them both before nodding his head and moving aside.

A few things shook Loki to the core and this was one of them.

Your body.

You were stripped from your nightgown and worn a disposable hostel one.

Your legs up to your knees were exposed alongside your arms.

Bucky’s stomach felt like it wanted to drop.

Your skin was…marked.

Symbols of which he has never seen before, engraved into bare legs and permanent scars on your shoulders peeking from the top.

“She’s gonna be fine, ” said Bruce.

Will she? Bucky wondered.

He watched Loki’s expressions carefully as he kept his eyes looking up.

He was seeing something nobody else was seeing.

Loki’s thoughts raced in his head as he looked at the creature of darkness, grinning like a nightmare, looking at your body with hungry red eyes.

“Where’s Clint?” Asked tony.

“Still up I think…” said bucky.

Clint laid next to their jet, chest breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself.

Your image is still stuck in his head.

Lifeless, weak and he held you…he held you for a few minutes and you felt cold, as cold as an ice cube.

But for a few seconds, you squeezed his fingers weakly before being taken away inside by the others.

He’s seriously too old for this job.

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college bf jean.

✰ starring: jean kirstein x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: in which i brainrot about jean kirstein as a boyfriend in college. ✰ content warnings: (literally not even that much sex it's mostly fluff :3 ✰ word count: 2.1k

college s/o masterlist

♡ college bf jean who you meet in your evening class when he stumbles in 5 minutes late, hands gripping his paints and his charcoals in his hand. “mr kirstein,” your professor drawls. “you’ve finally decided to join us.” he laughs, plopping himself in the seat behind you. “sorry teach,” and his voice is low, yet so striking. “lost track of time.”

♡ college bf jean who you admire from the sidelines for months. you two take the same drawing class together, a three hour workshop from 6 to 9 on thursday evenings, and yet, in all the weeks you’ve sat in that class, he’s never been on time once. he’s always five minutes late, paint splattered on his jeans, hands covered in charcoal. you want to know what he’s doing, what he’s so busy with before class.

♡ college bf jean who you sketch in your free time, his angular jaw carved by the gods, his high cheek bones, his eyes. you sketch him when you can’t think of anything else, to the point where you’re pulling out your sketch book in the middle of the park to draw him when your fingers are itching. your friends all ask you who it is, and you tell them it’s just some guy you saw one day.

♡ college bf jean who you run into after class, when you’re packing up and turning on your heel to get out of class. he’s standing right behind you, arm coming up to tap you on your shoulder, and he jerks it out of the way when you turn around. “hi!” he stutters. “i, uh, sit behind you in class, and i just wanted to say you draw good. from what i can see. from my seat behind you.” you snort, flushing slightly. you thank him, and he introduces himself to you, and you finally have a name to match to the face.

♡ college bf jean who now talks to you in class, taking the seat next to you much to the chagrin of its previous occupant, but you don’t mind. you like it, actually, the way he makes snarky comments about your professor, or sharing apple snacks during break time. you watch him sketch, and it’s beautiful, the way his hand angles over the paper, drawing in such bold strokes. you wonder if you could ever be as courageous as him.

♡ college bf jean who you bump into one saturday morning on the way to get your morning coffee. you see him, dark circles painted under his eyes, stained hands as they fish for coins in his wallet. he sees you, chipper and alive on this fine morning, and comes to say hi. you see him for the first time in morning light, his blonde hair threads of golden and his eyes bright. “i’ve been in the sculpting studio all morning,” he tells you, explaining why his sweater’s covered in clay stains. “you should come by some time, i’m in there most of the time.”

♡ college bf jean who you skip out on lunch with your friends to follow him to his sculpting studio. his stuff’s all over the place, and he tells you, “im the only regular here.” his smile is contagious, and you sit in the corner watching him work. the sun filters through the big windows, bathing him in sunlit glow, and you watch his big big hands as they shape the ceramic, or his nimble fingers as he scores patterns into the clay. you can’t help the way your eyes trail over him, watching him with adoring eyes as he sculpts, in his prime and in his habitat.

♡ college bf jean who you take out your sketch book to draw again, cuddled up in the corner of the room with your knees pulled to your chest. you glance at him every so often, to get the flexing of his arms just right, to get the way his hair’s pushed out of his face. he notices you, and grins. “want me to pose nude?” he jokes, and you laugh. “maybe,” you retort. “the windows don’t have blinds, you sure you’re ready to show yourself to the campus?”

♡ college bf jean who snorts, rising to his feet and dusting himself off before walking over to you. he’s so much taller than you, especially now when he’s got you cornered and he’s looming over you. “lemme see the drawing,” he says. you shake your head, flipping the sketchbook closed. “c’mon! i’m your muse, i should be able to see the product.”

♡ college bf jean who wrestles you for the sketchbook, pinning you down with his warm hands and snatching the book out of your hands. you’re giggling, swatting his hands in a futile effort until you realise; that’s the sketchbook you’ve been using to draw sketches of him in. “wait--” you try your voice, but he’s already flipped it open.

♡ college bf jean who looks through the pages where you’ve drawn him in silence and you want to swallow yourself, disappear from embarrassment, until you hear him start to chuckle. “hang on,” he murmurs, getting up and crossing over to where his bag is. he pulls out a sketchbook too, and flips it open.

♡ college bf jean who shows you his sketches of you, when you’re deep in concentration during class, when you’re laughing with your friends. you gape at him, your sketchbooks lying open side to side, and you look at him with eyes that adore, that admire, that want him. has he always been this pretty? you wonder to yourself that maybe, you’d like to kiss him, and somewhere in you, you know he’s thinking the same thing. he asks, with quiet contemplation, “can i?” and you nod yes, yes, yes please, and he kisses you. it’s sweet and it’s warm, trickling honey into your mouth as you forget about the chill of the air conditioning, the sketchbooks that lay neglected on the floor. all you know right now is him, the weight of him on you, the smell of his cologne mixed with the sculpting clay.

♡ college bf jean who brings you back to his studio that night, all of his things shoved haphazardly to the sides of the apartment with a gigantic tarp laid on the floor, an easel and paints set in the middle. he laughs awkwardly, “no one’s really been over in a bit, so i kinda just… made it a painting studio.” you tell him it’s lovely, and kiss him gently. you sway in the kitchen together as he makes you dinner. “omurice,” he tells you, tending to the stove as you stand before him, arms wrapped around his torso. “my mom used to make it for me all the time as a kid.”

♡ college bf jean who can cook surprisingly well, and you finish your dinner talking about everything and anything. you peek around his studio as he washes up, spotting paintings and charcoal drawings and canvases lying around the apartment. “i wanna look at them,” you tell him, padding softly to a bunch of canvases leaning against the wall. they’re all portraits and landscapes, realistic, yet graced with a subtle touch of his own abstract style. they’re beautiful, and you don’t realise you’ve been staring at one for so long until he comes behind you, murmuring explanations and inspirations.

♡ college bf jean who you spend the night with, lying in his criminally tiny bed cramped against the wall, but as you look at him, the pale moonlight painting his features with a light blue wash, you think that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his hands rest on the curves of your tummy, trailing down to your hips and you lay together a hair’s breadth close, not really kissing, but close enough that if you shifted even slightly you would be. you don’t go beyond that, not because you don’t want to, but because you want him to be comfortable with it first.

♡ college bf jean who you now spend your days together with in the sculpting studio, walking down together to drawing class every thursday night. you’re caught up in each other, always somehow touching, whether it’s locking pinkies or bumping knees, but you’re only comfortable when you feel even the slightest of touches from him. you sit in dog parks together until the sun sets, shitty picnics filled with ready-to-eat sushi and pasta from wholefoods and he asks you to be his girlfriend as he pulls out a miniature sculpture version of the two of you holding hands. you cry from laughter, inspecting the way he’s wearing his sculpting apron and you’re holding your sketchbook, and then you’re crying in bliss as you nod yes.

♡ college bf jean who you fuck that night, who so slowly makes love to you in a way that has you both crying. he’s so big, so thick in you and he’s feeding it into your greedy cunt inch by inch unitl you’re bucking your hips up, begging for more. but he hushes you, telling you he doesn’t want to hurt you. you cum apart when he bottoms out in you, and he fucks you through it, overstimulating you until he comes apart in you, and you’re holding him so tight, telling you how good he feels, how well he’s fucking you.

♡ college bf jean who takes you in the middle of his painting studio when the two of you are doing a piece together, clothes stained with paint and hands making print on the tarp as you cry under him, and he’s snapping his hips faster and faster into you. both of you have forgotten what you were doing (a gallery piece that’s due for his finals), lost in one another as he brings you to your high over and over.

♡ college bf jean who brings you home to his mama for summer break, who makes you the same dinner jean made you that first night you spent together, and somehow it’s better than jean’s (which is saying a lot). she’s kind and she’s sweet, telling you baby stories about jean, who flushes and buries his head in embarrassment when his mother brings out the baby album.

♡ college bf jean who shows you around his childhood home, evidence of his affinity to art so obvious since he was a child. there are sketchbooks full of amateur drawings, landscape paintings hung up on his walls. but the one that catches your eye is the family portrait that hangs behind the couch, one of him and his mother. you fall in love with it, the way jean paints his mother with such careful adoration, and love that is so clear to anyone who even so much as glances at it.

♡ college bf jean who you graduate with. your final submissions include pieces that will be hung in a gallery exhibition for the campus community to see, and you submit your best pieces, but jean won’t show you his until the night of the exhibition. you walk with him along the rooms of the gallery, eyes scanning over paintings of the friends you’ve made over the years, your college life culminated into three canvases that sit on a pedestal to the eyes of everyone. you know jean’s pieces were at the back, knowing the professor’s obvious favour towards him, and when you spot it, you light up. the first piece is the abstract painting you had forgotten in your fervour to tear each other’s clothes off, and the memories bring a flush of dusty pink to your cheeks. the second is a clay sculpture, one you’ve seen him work on, but the third one, the biggest catches your eye.

♡ college bf jean who’s drawn you, sitting under the tree at the picnic where he had asked you to be his girlfriend. he’s drawn the memory to a tee, the hues of the sunset, the gingham of the picnic mat, but you’re frozen stiff when your eyes trail over the careful brushstrokes that he’s graced you with. it’s akin to the portrait that hangs in his home, the same arch of adoration and the same careful love that he’s poured into his strokes. you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you.

♡ college bf jean who you fall in love with over and over and over again. every single day. you never have to live a day without him by your side again, and you’re so grateful for it.

♡ college bf jean.

[enchantestuff]

baku - pierre gasly

back to some good ol’ smut, I didn't want to be rude so here is the reader and pierre celebrating his podium in Baku the old fashioned way (yes I know I'm late but I'm still not over that podium) also I don't know what to write next to any ideas or requests are greatly appreciated x

NOT MY GIF

warnings: smut, once again semi-public, pierre gasly, language, enjoy <333

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Baku was a great race. It was intense for everyone on the field, but it was particularly intense for Pierre Gasly who managed to scrape a podium for himself and his team.

You laughed as he crossed the line granting him P3. You high fived everyone in the garage as you bounced up and down with glee. Pierre had invited you to watch him race for the first time and you felt incredibly privileged to be sharing his first podium of the season with him.

You grinned with glee as he made his way onto the podium. The atmosphere around you was incredible as it seemed all three teams celebrated together, hugs were passed around from the different engineers and small jokes were exchanged.

It was only hours later, after several interviews and many people begging to speak with him, that you finally got to congratulate Pierre yourself. He walked into his driver's room with the same grin from earlier on still planted on his face. Once you caught sight of him you ran into his arms, Pierre laughed as he easily lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Well done Pierre! I’m so proud of you baby” you gushed in his ear as you tightly hugged him.

Pierre chuckled as he placed his trophy down on the table and hugged you back with just as much force. “Thank you, mon amour. I think you might be my lucky charm.” He squeezed your thighs as he spoke and you pulled your face away from his chest in order to look into his eyes. Pierre pulled his lips between his teeth as he watched your eyes dancing around his face.

You studied him in silence, noting the blush creeping up his cheeks and the small beads of sweat running down his forehead. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the smooth material of his fireproof undershirt under your fingers.

Pierre didn't want to break the silence, you always had a peaceful look planted on your face whenever you studied him and he had always adored it, but his body was currently full of adrenaline and there was nothing he wanted more than to take you on the couch. The possibility of anyone entering at any time thrilled him, so he kissed you.

He pressed you up against the wall and kissed you. He rolled his hips into yours as slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel your heart beating in your chest as you kissed Pierre, you lost yourself in the moment, something that regularly happened whenever he kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair, playing no mind to the sweat that coated it, you did however pay attention to the grunt that left his lips as you pulled on his wet locks.

Pierre pulled away and moved to suck the sensitive skin just under your ear. “I want to mark you all over” he whispered in your ear before moving his head to replicate the mark under your other ear. You felt your underwear dampen at his words as your eyes fluttered open to watch him. They suddenly widened as you realised where you were and what the two of you were doing. You gently pushed him off of you and planted your feet firmly on the ground.

“What's wrong?” he asked as he placed his hands on your hips, a concerned look suddenly crossing his features. If you werent so flustered you probably would have laughed at the sight of him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with his hard on showing through his drivers suit. “Did I do something wrong, ma cherie” he spoke again pulling you away from your thoughts.

“No” you denied as you shook your head, “we can't do this here” you explained, moving your arms around you, gesturing to the room you were currently in, the room that anybody could walk into.

“Sure we can” he teased as he kissed down your neck, “you just have to be really quiet, ma jolie” he smirked as you whimpered, he placed his hand down your underwear, gently stimulating your clit as he continued to whisper in your ear.

“Tell me you dont want this” he added, you let out a quiet whimper as he inserted a finger into you, “hmmm, mon amour? Tell me to stop and i’ll stop”

“F-fuck Pierre” you choked out as you held onto his bicep, digging your nails into his arm, hard enough to draw blood but Pierre didn’t seem to mind as he continued to pleasure you.

“What was that, ma cherie? I didn’t quite hear you” he teased and added another finger. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he halted his movement. You quickly shook your head, not willing to sacrifice the pleasure he was providing you with. “Im waiting” he continued and began to move his fingers away but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“No” you pleaded, your eyes closed in frustration.

Pierre grinned at the desperate look on your face, he slowly brought his other hand up to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he whispered in your ear once more. “No to what?” he questioned

“No, don't stop”

That was all Pierre needed to get going again, he quickly continued the movement of his fingers as his thumb stimulated your clit once again. “Are you going to let go for me?” he pondered, and judging by your face, yes, yes you were. “Go ahead” he happily sighed as his forehead fell against yours.

All you could focus on was the pleasure that you felt and the hot breath that fanned over your neck, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and you involuntarily shivered. “That's it, mon cheri” he uttered as you clenched around his fingers, “such a good girl”

All of a sudden, all you could feel was your sweet release and you gripped Pierres arms to stabilize yourself. When you were finally aware of your surroundings you opened your eyes, only to see Pierre remove his fingers from you and place them into his mouth. The sight made your knees weak.

Pierre gently pecked your lips as he hoisted you up once more and moved you to the couch. He was careful as he knew you were still sensitive, he was sure you wouldn't last long, but honestly, neither would he.

He moved your dress up your waist as you pulled his trousers down. “Still eager?” he grinned, widening his smile as he saw the blush creep up your cheeks. He finally freed his member and almost hissed at the sight of his red tip. He looked down at you with concerned eyes, “you still want to do this?” he asked and your heart fluttered, he was always tending to your needs before his own, something that you loved him deeply for.

“Yes”

Pierre nodded and grabbed hold of your waist before gently easing himself into you. An unholy moan left his lips as he bottomed out inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust before he started moving. You almost immediately felt the pleasure begin to build in your stomach. “F-fuck, mon amour” Pierre grunted in your ear as he continued his movements, quickly sliding in and out of you and reaching all your sweet spots in the process.

A quick, brisk knock on the door caused you to hold in the moan you were about to let out and Pierre to halt his movements. The sound of the doorknob moving caused your heart to hammer in your chest. “Pierre?” Pierres PR manager called as she opened the door a fraction of an inch.

“NO! No, don't come in!” Pierre almost shouted as he brought his hand to your mouth, muffling any sounds that you might accidentally make.

“Everything ok?” the woman asked as she quickly shut the door in front of her.

“Y-yeah, sorry i'm just...naked”

Your eyes widened at Pierre's words and he nervously shrugged at you. When his PR manager didn't answer he felt the need to justify himself. “I’m just getting dressed, i'll be right out,” he clarified.

“Take your time, the team just wants to take a picture together.” she explained.

Pierre waited until he could hear her footsteps move in the opposite direction to begin his movements again. He kept his hand on your mouth, he knew people were nearby and he didn't want to risk anyone hearing the beautiful noises that you made, they were for his ears and his ears only.

Your eyes rolled back and he hit your sweet spot, muffled moans filling the room as he continued to hit it until you felt sweet release once again. The look on your face and the clenching of your walls quickly encouraged Pierres own release and he struggled to hold himself on top of you, bearing his weight on his forearms as he sighed in pleasure.

“That was-that was great” he mumbled, still in a haze of bliss. You ran your fingernails up and down his neck.

“Pierre” you heard on the other side of the door, “Are you okay in there”

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath as he eased himself out of you, throwing you a sympathetic glance as you winced. “Sorry, I was-erm meditating” he choked out and you muffled your own laugher with your hand, looking at him with a goofy smile on your face as he quickly got changed into his regular clothes.

[sourame]

I Saw request was open 🥺✨ can I have reader as yae miko from genshin impact X dorm leader and vice dorm Twisted wonderland

yes, yes you can lol

i rlly hope this is up to your liking , because I honesty havent written crossovers

yae miko x dorm and vice dorm leaders !

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

- a mysterious woman, but he loves her nonetheless.

- at first sight, riddle wasnt really fond of her. he thought she was just another who'd tease him. it didnt turn out that way, however.

- yae finds riddle adorable, especially when he shows a strong emotion of any sort.

- they aren't so different, and thats how riddle learned to fall in love with her.

"You are a strange woman, but that is why I have fallen for you. I do hope you return these feelings."

TREY CLOVER

- Hes always doing his best to treat her well. Really well.

- He'll do her hair often, and he's surprisingly good at it.

- Yae appreciates his small gestures, no matter what it is.

- They're pretty cool with each other, and cheek kisses are given often.

“You're gorgeous. I love you, and that will never change.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

-Yae knows he loves her, and leona knows it too.

- He denies his feelings, but it's painfully obvious he loves her.

- He'll kiss her in private, or in a room with not a lot of people

- As time goes on, he'll accept it. That he has feelings for her.

- They'll take walks in the Botanical Garden often, almost every day.

- His favorite place to nap is on her lap. It's comfortable for him , and Yae strokes his hair while he sleeps.

“Stay by my side, okay? You're the most important thing in my life.”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

- yae is an actual goddess in his eyes.

- everyday, she gets compliments from him. an occasional "you look beautiful today" from time to time.

- yae can't help but giggle when ruggie acts romantic. he'll get on one knee and kiss her hand.

- he is definitely into PDA with her. he'll kiss her in public, no shame. it's his way of saying "THIS IS MY LOVER, SHES BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER"

“Im so lucky to date ya. We're gonna be here for each other, right?"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

- even azul had to admit, she is the embodiment of grace.

- azul would but jewels for her, as a gift of affection.

- their kisses are soft, but deep at the same time.

- drinks? on the house. slightly uncomfortable? everyone in the monstro lounge is attending to it.

“I would give the world if it means I get to stand by your side. Your love means everything to me.”

JADE LEECH

- they are basically the same, so naturally they get along.

- jade would casually send her letters about how much she adores everything about her. her voice, her gentle gaze, not a single thing was left out.

- yae is one of the only people jade goes to for advice. he has his full trust in her.

“My heart only beats for you. Please continue to love me as much as I love you.”

KALIM AL ASIM

- a king and a queen, nothing could be better.

- of course, festivals and parades are thrown in yaes honor.

- jewels! diamonds! treasures! all for her.

- kalim has their whole life planned out, he loves her that much. he wants to get married to her.

- kalim is always inviting her out. every event. if kalim is out, yue is there too.

- yues shows her affection by giving him pats on the head or small kisses.

“ Let's go out together! I wanna show you how much you mean to me!”

JAMIL VIPER

- yue and jamils relationship is more casual, but they're still lovers.

- jamil takes her out on dinner dates often, or they hang out in a quiet place.

- jamil gets protective often, considering her beauty. if someone even glances at her in public, he has his hand gripped tightly on her waist.

“You’re precious to me. Dont forget that, okay?”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

- two beings of beauty, those two are a godly couple.

- makeup sessions happen on a regular basis .

- dates consist of really fancy dinner dates, or strolls in a park or something like that .

- vil kisses her hands , and usually is rewarded with a kiss back or a chuckle from her.

“The only one worthy to be at my side. your beauty compares to no other.”

ROOK HUNT

- beauty, grace and everything he’s ever wanted.

- honestly his ideal partner

- admires everything about her, especially the mysterious yet graceful part of them.

- he gives gifts almost everyday. they’re mostly flowers that she can put in their hair.

“My heart sings for you, my love. Us becoming lovers is truly a gift that I have been blessed with!”

IDIA SHROUD

- lowkey intimidates him, but in the good way??

- she gets treated like absolute royalty. idia would do anything for her.

- hes also a gift giver, they’re mostly sweets they can enjoy together.

- he’s a little clingy tbh, and always holds her hand or waist in public.

“Ah.. I can’t believe I ended up with someone so.. beautiful. I must be lucky, huh?”

( apologies for no ortho- im aware he’s canonly 16, but since he gives me “child vibes”, ill skip him for now. im sorry ! )

MALLEUS DRACONIA

- he’s such a gentleman.

- he gives hand kisses and soft kisses on the cheek often.

- he buys jewelry or other small gifts for her.

- once again, a little protective. keeps his hand on her waist when in public.

“You were meant to be mine, and I am glad we can enjoy our time together as lovers.”

LILIA VANROUGE

- basically on the same level. with the mindset and all.

- lilia will casually just come from the ceiling and kiss her.

- he plays with her hair often during cuddle sessions, maybe styling it a little bit.

- whenever lilia gives flowers, theres some kinda meaning behind them. 

“The way we were able to meet like this astonishes me. Lets stay together.”