#i had to hurt him like this and im sorry for it

[simjaexy]

★ 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙭 (𝙁) 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ★

౨ৎ why fight when we can just fuck?

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, lowercase intended, crying, arguments, eating out (jay), shower sex (jake), cursing, dom! heeseung x sub! reader, hair gripping (sunghoon), overstimulation (jay), mean dom! sunghoon x sub brat! reader, blowjobs (sunghoon), rough sex, jealousy (sunghoon)

genre ⇀ pure smut, little angst

w.c ⇀ 980

a/n ⇀ sorry for not posting for awhile but i made a drabble of the hyung line! i’m planning on making a heeseung fic soon so stay tuned for that :) i hope you enjoy so please reblog, comment, like, etc! not proofread!

౨ৎ you and heeseung had a disagreement over something trivial, but it escalated quickly. the tension was palpable, and you both ended up saying things you didn't mean.

later that evening, heeseung knocked on your door, his face filled with regret. "i'm really sorry," he said softly. "i didn't mean to hurt you.” he noticed your silence and held your hand, “i think i know what to do to make you forgive me.” was all he said before shutting the door behind him.

“h-hee!” you cried out when you felt his girth dick hitting the right spots that made your eyes roll back. heeseung groaned feeling you clench around him. he pinned both of your arms down on the bed and nibbled at your neck causing you to jerk at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so tight. wanna fuck this pussy all day. would you let me baby?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded your head feeling your climax finally coming.

“fuck hee i’m cumming!” you moaned. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. a smirk never falling off his face.

“fuck go head and cream on this dick.” he spoke. that was all you needed before your orgasm came over you. heeseung slowed down and soon he came too.

“i’m sorry baby for having that stupid argument. i love you.” heeseung mumbled, rubbing his face in your neck. you giggled and kissed his cheek.

“it’s okay hee, i forgive you.”

౨ৎ you and jay had a heated argument about his busy schedule. you felt neglected, and he felt misunderstood. after cooling off, jay came to you with a sincere expression.

"i'm sorry for not considering your feelings," he admitted. "i promise to make more time for us."

he cupped your face when he saw a few tears streaming down, “it really hurts jay.”

he kissed your cheek, “how about i make it up to you now?”

“oh god seongie!” you cried out, feeling his tongue lick your bud. he groaned when you gripped his hair. he continued nibbling and licking your bud, the sweet taste of you making him feel crazy.

your back arched and jerked when he suddenly licked your folds, “seongie too much!” you whined.

“mhm.” was all jay said. he dipped his tongue in your hole and swirled it around causing your eyes to roll back. you felt your orgasm coming and locked your legs around jays head.

“s-seongie im cumming! please!” you whimpered. seongie looked up at you, his intense hazed lustful gaze staring at you caused you to finally cum. you groaned when he still continued to lick up all your sweet taste.

“n-no. no more.” you rasped out. jay finally let go of your pussy and licked his lips. you saw him starting to unbuckled his belt.

“i don’t think i’m gonna stop anytime soon darling. i’m gonna make it up to you.”

౨ৎ you and jake had a disagreement about a decision he made without consulting you. feeling hurt, you distanced yourself. jake noticed and came to you, looking genuinely sorry.

"i didn't mean to make you feel left out," he said. "i should have talked to you first. i'm really sorry.”

you nodded your head, still feeling a bit upset. jake noticed your same expression and rubbed your hip, “how about we wash these negativities away?”

“fuck jake!” you squealed out. the sound of loud skin slapping and moans filling up the steamy bathroom.

jake threw his head back feeling your clench around him. the steamy water making him feel even more hot.

“yeah? you like that? wanna fuck you so good.” he moaned. you frantically nodded your head. you would’ve been on the ground if it weren’t for jake holding your hips in place.

“pussy feels so good. does my princess feel good?” he slurred out. you felt your orgasm coming after hearing his dirty words. the only thing you could do was nod your head.

“g-gonna cum. cumming!” you gasped. that’s when you felt your legs shaking with you pussy throbbing around jake’s dick. jake came right then and there.

“m’sorry princess. i love you.” he said.

you hummed, still tired, “i love you too jake.”

౨ৎ you and sunghoon had an argument about a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. both of you were stubborn, but sunghoon eventually approached you with a apology.

"i'm sorry for being so stubborn," he confessed. "i value our relationship too much to let this come between us."

you rolled your eyes, “should have though bout that before flirting with that waitress.” you mumbled.

sunghoon sighed, knowing you weren’t gonna let it down. instead of saying anything, sunghoon grabbed your wrist and took you guys to your bedroom.

“fuck just like that kitten.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick, feeling it throb in your mouth. the noise of your slobber and his precum around his dick turning you on more. your pussy wet with slick. sunghoon gripped your hair when he felt you hollow your cheeks.

“ah~ fuck! that’s right kitten, such a good kitten.” he purred out. you felt tears gathering around your eyes when he started pushing his dick deeper into your mouth.

sunghoon felt your hand tapping against his thigh, but that didn’t stop him. if you were gonna have attitude after his apology, he’ll find a way to make you shut up.

he felt his orgasm coming and lolled his head back, “shit gonna cum.” he said. that’s when he let go of your hair making you lick around his tip, wanting to taste his cum in your mouth.

feeling your wet tongue licking his tip made him jerk forward and that’s when he finally came in your mouth. you swallowed every bit of it and hummed in content.

sunghoon rubbed your jaw, “don’t complain about being jealous when your the only one that can make me cum like this.”

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p.sunghoon 𝒙 f.reader | this work of fiction contains smut ⟡ mdni.

wc ::: around 1.5k sharinote ::: nothing much ! im going to try and make a comeback :( i missed you guys :0 this is like pointless and ranty {1:plot 3:smut}

unbeknownst to him , you're feeling needy upon your boyfriend's return. sunghoon promises you his attention , however , when he can't make good on said promise in a 'timely' manner , you take matters into your own hands.

you gently tapped the heels of your feet against the ground. ‘hoon…’ you softly murmured glancing up to stare at your boyfriend. it was embarrassing — needy wasn't even the word to describe how you felt... more like desperate.

you were desperate for your boyfriends attention.

sunghoon had only returned home a couple of days ago , yet he was already working again. this time he sat in the corner of his bedroom , sleeves rolled up jotting down notes as you sat , idly sinking into his bed.

recently , his schedule had been crowded with so many shoots and promotions — yours on the other hand remained empty: you went to class , listening to far too many lectures before heading into work and coming home to your big , empty bed — wishing you could call your precious boyfriend to come over and snuggle you into the duvet.

that’s not all though. you’d wanted to call him oh so many times.

more than 60% of those time with your fingers pushed inside the warmth of your fluttering cunt as you fucked yourself to the thought of him.

‘sunghoon.’ this time you spoke a but louder , the gentle rocking of your feet came to a halt as you stood up waltzing towards his still busy figure. ‘baby , are you even hearing me?’

he stopped — sunghoon slowly tilted his head up , facing you. ‘what do you mean , sweetheart?’ genuine confusion painted his features as you let out a defeated sigh. ‘i… it’s nothing. s-sorry to interrupt. keep going.’ concern washed over him — noticing your solemn tone. ‘you sure , pretty girl?’ nodding , you cracked a sheepish smile , walking completely out of the room and into his living room.

what’d felt like hours had passed of you sitting alone , feet still gently rocking.

you’d wondered how many pages he’d wrote down now — how many melodies he’d listened to , or how long he’d been sitting there smoothly bouncing his knee as his eyes darted from the screen to his paper.

desperate… you’d reminded yourself. wrong as it felt , when he’d invited you over you were expecting more — more than a couple of hugs and soft kisses.

would it really hurt… if you silently dipped your fingers beneath the waist of your shorts and just ever so slightly touched yourself? not that he'd be doing that for you anytime soon.

just enough to get off until sunghoon frees up… it’s not like he’d be done soon. right?

wrong.

as soon as your fingers breached the barrier of your cotton panties , carefully running along your slit — your boyfriend’s footsteps approached. blissfully unaware , as he stood watching you from the living room’s entrance.

you continued , frantically gasping and pushing the tips of your fingers between the walls of your fluttering cunt. you were already sticky — left hot just by watching him work.

‘mpf! hoon…’ squirming , you whined. slowly you slid the full length of both your ring and middle fingers inside of yourself. ‘a-ah…’ a deep exhale rushed past your lips as you attempted to bite back your moans — fingers repeatedly curling further into your sticky , drooling heat. arousal pooled into the palm over your hand. you'd attempted to mimic sunghoon's scissoring motions with your fingers. however , it only resulted in your fingers sloppily thrusting between your gummy walls as you clenched around seemingly nothing.

not that holding back was any use... still in the doorway , stood your boyfriend. sunghoon’s pants seemed to shrink , suddenly suffocating the tent bulging from his pants as he repositioned . he groaned. ‘fuck.’

again , your small pathetic pleas poured into his ears: tiny please please pleases and more hoonie’s. he couldn't take it — listening to your cute cries only turned him on more.

‘are you having fun?’ he’d finally had enough. his cock straining against his briefs as he walked toward you. the condescending tone of his voice brought you to a halt , ripping your fingers from your pussy.

you tripped over your words ‘m… it’s not… n-no.’ desperately , you hid beneath a nearby blanket.

‘no…’ a smile spread across his face as he got closer and closer — swiftly snatching the blanket from your body exposing your naked lower half. ‘look at that , honey… you’re soaked — leaking all on my couch.’ sunghoon frowned. ‘m sorry hoon…’ shame crept over you as you tried covering your face.

‘aht aht… no need to do that now.’ you could feel the warmth of his hands wrapping around your wrists. ‘don’t hide , sweetheart… is there something you wanted to tell me?’

you glanced up at him — eyes glossed over as you batted your eyelashes at the man before you. ‘n-no…’ you squirmed — his hold on your wrists was firm as you felt another one creeping up your side. ‘no? so you didn’t want my attention? ‘s why you’re touching yourself in my living room? calling out my name like you're in heat , sweet girl.’ sunghoon mockingly cooed , his face now hovering above you own as his breath fanned against your skin.

‘should I leave you then and let you continue..? not help you out?’ shit. you’d been caught. however , you'd be lying if you said you didn't want any of this. both of you knew your fingers couldn't compare to anything sunghoon could do. 'no!' the word rushed past your lips. 'no... hoonie 'want you to help me. please...' you were so frustrated that tears breached your eyes. 'aw , my special girl.' his hand flew to strongly grip your jaw. 'did you miss me?'

you nodded. 'i bet , huh?' he began to trail kisses down your face — kissing away your tears before his lips reached your jaw. sunghoon hungrily left a trail of ravishing kisses from your jaw to your neck to your collar-bones. as he reached the top of your shirt , before you could blink it was being yanked over your head. 'mmm...' you hummed , as he continued kissing down your breasts and trailing down your stomach. 'were you good while i was away? did you touch yourself f'me , baby?'

quickly , you nodded again. sunghoon's rich laughter suffocated you as he continued pressing meaningful kisses along your thighs. 'good girl.' he dove into your cunt , nose rutting into your clit as he split you open on his tongue. almost instantly , your fingers became tangled in his dark locks.

whilst you mewed and tugged at his scalp , he made out with your cunt… his soft lips were searing against your skin — fingers digging into your flesh as he held your thighs apart. ‘mh! hoon!’ you let put a squeal as he folded you in half… tongue still greedily lapping up your arousal as he tongue-fucked your leaky cunt. it plunged between your fluttering walls made you shiver , back arching into his embrace.

‘feel good? ‘got all my attention , my sweet girl.’ he hummed sweetly. the vibration sent a wave of shock and pleasure coursing through you body as you let more whining pleas rush from your throat. sunghoon’s lips came up to gently suction your clit as he allowed two fingers to slip inside of you. they dug deeper and deeper within you , searching for that sweet spot buried between your legs in a scissoring motion (much like you had earlier tried to replicate).

as the tips of his fingers kiss said spot you can feel waves of satisfaction crashing over you — the knot in your stomach finally snapping , untying itself. ‘s-shit…’ you squirmed, watching as sunghoon got up.

his chin drenched with slick as he took deep breaths — a smile dancing along his lips. ‘c’mere , sweetheart…’ his hand slid behind your head , you could feel the warmth radiating from his sticky palm as he cupped your cheek. ‘ahhh…’ he teased.

sunghoon lowered a sloppy open mouth kiss onto your lips. the both of your mouths molded against one another. it was a passionate , meaningful kiss that left you chasing his lips as he pulled away. ‘more… fuck , baby… please i want more.’ your arms tightened around his neck — still chasing the sweet tang of yourself left on his lips.

‘relax , y/n. i’ll give you more.’ peck. ‘s’much as you want , yeah?’ one of his hands grabbed your own. slowly he directed your hand down his body — his collarbones , chest , and toned stomach. finally you stopped… feeling something hard beneath your touch. ‘feel that? that’s how fucking hard i am — how hard you got me…’ you tuck your lip between your teeth , eagerly nodding along. ‘feel it…’ you agree. ‘want you so bad… i missed you s-so much while you were gone , hoon. I just wan’ to feel you.’

‘good , baby.’ he cooed , tucking your hair. ‘cause i was planning on letting you.’ he carefully lies you back down before yanking his pants down — cock heavy as it stands against him.

your eyes grow large , watching as you generously strokes himself a few times. pump after pump. the precum adorning his tip drips down the base of his shaft — making it slippery and wet. ‘ready?’ sunghoon grabs your waist — shuffling you closer towards him as he lifts your hips. ‘…yeah.’ with your mouth watering you reply. you nervously await to feel him bottom out inside of you.

he aligns himself with your entrance before slowly pushing his head in. ‘fuck! s’tight as ever , pretty…’ both his hands come to snake around your waist. ‘ohmygodohmygod! hoonie , baby , pleaseee…’ he slams his hips into your own , fulling sinking the length of his thick cock inside of you.

you can feel him throbbing inside of you — your walls clenching and fluttering as he gives you time to adjust. ‘awnnn!’ you whine out , feeling as he slowly drags himself inside of you before roughly ramming back inside.

‘missed your precious little cunt!’ his balls slap against your ass as he continues to fuck into you. ‘s-such a sweet pussy , r-right? y-you’re mine?’

sunghoon felt himself becoming lost — pussy-drunk as he continued to mindlessly babble. ‘yours!!!’ he threw his head back and his hands firmly pawed at your sides — bruising your waist. ‘fuck! agh… s-sunghoon!’ you reached out for him with your nails clawing into his back — only causing him to fuck you harder. you could practically feel that leaky-mushroom tip kissing your cervix.

he bucked into you at a wild , and relentless pace.

‘aw shit… damnit , im ‘gonna cum..!’ he cried. ‘want it inside? stuff you full of me… that way you wont ever miss me again. how ‘bout that baby..? always be full of my cum so im always with you.’

sunghoon laughed watching as you desperately hic-upped. ‘yes! yes! please… ah! cum inside , i’ve been so p-pati… ungh!’ and just like that your boyfriend was pulling yet , another , orgasm from you. the two of you shuddered as he rode out his high. you could feel his cock draining inside of you — once heavy , thick ropes of salty cum painting your walls.

with one final thrust , he pulled out. he watched in awe as your cunt twitched — sticky hot liquid dripped out. ‘ah , ah!’ you hitched as sunghoon took his fingers , pushing his cum back inside of you.

‘always with you.’ he chuckled once more , placing a kiss on your temple before carrying you into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

{additional note!} i dont actually do a wc so i dont know how long this is! hopefully its not too rambly hehe :3

[haveihitanerve]

"ill try feyre." "ill talk to him." "Ill talk to him again." "Ill try again feyre." "please feyre." "im sorry feyre." "I didnt want to have to think about what he'd done to lucien, what lucien had even looked like to cause that pulse of power"

Lucien didn't help her! Lucien sucks! Lucien never protected Feyre!

.... shut up.

Everyone was suffering after UTM, feyre, Lucien, and yes Tamlin even some of you won't admit it. Lucien was dealing with his own problems and trauma and yet... over and over again, hes the one who takes Feyre out riding, hes the one who fights Tamlin for her rights, he fights for her even when she won't fight for herself. He tries to make jokes with her, he takes her into a seperate room and tells her he'll try to get her more time, get her training, get her some freedom. Feyre is hurt I get it, but in ACOMAF even she gets a little too biased against the Spring Court because of all that she has suffered. Its not his fault. Lucien never gave up on Feyre. Never once. The amount of times those quotes come up in the book... are actually startling. Lucien tries guys. And he has his own shit to deal with on top of it. Leave my boi be please 😭

[descendantsramblings]

Im gonna join the Morgie Male reader fans and also request something xD

Please consider writing a story where Male reader and Morgie are dating but Morgie is just always talking about Uliana and constantly trying to impress her etc and Reader feels unvalued and like Morgie is actually in love with uliana and not him so drama i guess

I like hurting myself as you can guess 🙂

-emil

Let’s not enjoy that!!!! But no I love some good angst; I’ve got you. You’re always welcome in my inbox sugar 💛

Second Place

Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: he/him/his

Summary: just once he wants to feel like he’s not his boyfriend’s second choice

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (depending on where you are ig), Morgie isn't purposely a bad boyfriend he's just stupid. Pet names, Bestie Hades and Hook because the boys gotta stick together

Word Count: 2.3K

    His fingertips brush over different silks and starched cottons as he follows his boyfriend around the store, barely paying attention to dress shirts around him. How could he? How could the boy ever focus on the task at hand when all it did was ground his insecurities into his bones? Morgie is taking the lead as he walks through the store, occasionally lifting different button ups to feel them. Ones that seem to pique his interest led to him holding them against his chest, raising a brow to his boyfriend to silently ask his opinion. And (Y/n) does his best to respond, though it comes out more as hums and silent nods than true responses. His heart isn’t in this, he can’t focus on something like this. It is so incredibly obvious that he doesn’t want to be here, and maybe if Morgie would actually look at him instead of through him, the boy might notice. He won’t though, lord knows the sorcerer doesn’t have the time to care. Not when his task at hand is so dire. Uliana’s birthday party is only a week away, how could he think about anything but making sure it’s perfect?

   Obviously Morgie can’t look a mess, he just has to be in something new. And the gift has to just be perfect, he has to outshine everyone. Of course he does, he always does. Uliana was the sun in his solar system, and (Y/n) was barely even the tides that the moon was occupied with pulling. How could Morgie ever remember to pull the tides when he was so busy reflecting the light of the sun? How could he dare to wear something the sea witch has seen already when her eighteenth birthday was such a big deal? “Babe, you are being extremely unhelpful right now,” Morgie grumbles the words as he’s putting an honestly kind of atrocious golden silk shirt down. He’s turning away from his lover, venturing even further into the store. “Sorry, I’m just kind of tired. Didn’t sleep well,” his voice is far off to the sorcerer though, the boy too wrapped up in his own world to pay attention to a word that falls off of his fellow villain’s lips. “Once we find the right shirt we can go.” (Y/n) sighs, giving the boy a curt nod that he doesn’t even see. They’d been out shopping for four hours now, the bags in his arms were surely going to cut off his circulation soon and Morgie was still just as tuned into what he was doing as he was when they left the dorms. 

   They were supposed to see that new Nightmare on Elm Street sequel that (Y/n) had been dying to see, but now there would only be one showing left until the mall closed and it started in twenty minutes. He guesses he can kiss that plan goodbye, why would what he wants matter when Uliana was in the frame. He always fell behind her in Morgie’s priority list, he should have known that. Why would he dare to ask his boyfriend out this soon to Uliana’s “most important birthday yet”? He should have known better. The early weeks of November always took to Morgie being far more engrossed in his friend than his partner, he should have known better. 

    “Babe, can you please at least give me a color option? I’m drowning in options here!” He spares (Y/n) a look over his shoulder as he speaks, reaching back to grab his boyfriend’s hand to keep him behind him. “Go green, Uliana wears some green too,” the snarky tone has Morgie’s brows furrowing. If he looked back he’d see the way that he was shaking his head as he talked, sass falling off of every word. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, let’s just find you a shirt, Morgz.” 

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  If the crew of the Jolly Roger would be known for nothing else, they would still go down in history for the parties they threw during their time at Merlin Academy. So of course, they would be the true hosts of Uliana’s birthday party, and it was set to be a rager based on that alone. Of course, every villain party was known to be a good one. Obviously the group known for breaking rules and dark magic would have a reputation of throwing good parties. But a pirate party? Those could go on all night, with just about every liquor you could think of. And though no one ever saw them bring a blender in, there would be daiquiris and piña coladas flowing all night just so they could convince you that rum was good. Surely once he was a few daiquiris deep Hook would be sliding a shot of rum into his hand with the false promise that he’ll like it this time. Though he’s yet to actually like it. 

    He might need it tonight though, considering that in the hour that they’ve been here Morgie has spoken to him twice. He’s too busy being Uliana’s dog, running around and doing whatever the sea witch asks of him. So (Y/n) has occupied himself with leaning on a wall, squinting as the blue and green lights are far too bright compared to their normal tones. He barely notices that someone has idled up beside him until there's a solo cup of what he’s pretty sure is a mango daiquiri under his nose. “You look like you need this,” Hades’ gruff voice rings out beside him, the soft sound of metal spikes against the wall accompanying it. He reaches out and nearly snatches it, sipping the drink and giving it a hum of approval. Definitely mango, god bless Hook for that one. “I might just love you, you know that?” He leans his shoulder against the god’s with a smile, sparing him a glance. “Yeah, someone has to take care of you. Shouldn’t your little boyfriend be getting you drinks?” He glances around, shaking the other villain off of him to instead slide an arm around him, “Or at least be near you? Where is he?” 

    A sound that Hades thinks is supposed to be a laugh slips out of the other boy’s lips, the boy seeming to snuggle into the god’s side. “Oh you haven’t heard? It’s his wife’s birthday. It would be wrong of him to act like he cares about the side piece on such an important day.” As (Y/n) finishes the statement he nods aggressively towards where Uliana is sipping on a piña colada on a make-shift throne. She’s glowing, talking to Maleficent and Morgie about god knows what with a tiara sitting on her head. At least she’s having a good time with Morgie’s attention, no one else seemed to be getting any of it this week. “Oh ouch,” Hades forces out a fake hiss as he taps the other villain’s hip with his own, “Calling yourself the side piece?” 

   “Yeah well,” he shrugs, tearing his eyes away from the green silk shirt and carefully styled hair across the room, “That’s what it feels like.” Hades shakes his head, letting his hand slide up and down his friend’s bicep, “Now, you know that’s not true.” “Yet.” The singular word earns his arm a squeeze and gains him a verbal scoff from his friend. “Morgie’s little snake heart beats for you. He’s an idiot, but he does love you, you’ve gotta know that.” (Y/n) bites his lip, sliding out from under Hades’ arm. “Shouldn’t Hook have tried to force a shot of rum down my throat by now? Where is he at?” He’s walking away as Hades watches him with a disappointed face. He did know that Morgie loves him, didn’t he? Hades needs to keep an eye on him.

   Hook is at the make-shift bar in the back of the hide out when the other villain finds him, pouring two shots in the comical little solo cup shot glasses that he keeps handy for nights like this. “Where have you been? It’s not a villain party if I don’t take a shot with you before I sneak out.” He smirks, slipping one of the two shot glasses into his friend’s hand before lifting his own. “How did you get Morgie to agree to leave this early?” At the mention of his boyfriend’s name, (Y/n) slams the bottom of the shot glass in their hand against the table before them, quickly throwing the rum back before he can process so much as the taste. A strong sip from his daiquiri follows it, sliding the shot glass across the table. “Another, Cap.” It makes thick brows burrow, grabbing the rum nonetheless as he stares at him. “Finally finding a taste for it, eh?” The boy shakes his head, “I just need it. I’d like to be able to sleep when I finally hit my dorm, easier if my mind is swimming.” 

   It makes the pirate beside him frown, sliding another shot to him, “That’s a lot of alcohol compared to what you normally go for, Lad. Morgie is walking you home, right?” It draws a bitter laugh out of the slightly tipsy villain, “No it’s his wife’s birthday. He’s far too busy for me.” As Hook opens his mouth to argue, Hades comes up behind (Y/n), his hands sliding onto the boy’s shoulders. “I’ll walk you home, idiot. As long as the daiquiri stays here.” It elicits a whine from the villain in his grip, (Y/n) leaning his head back to pout at him, “No fair. You gave it to me.” And Hades scoffs, “Yeah, to drink here. You’re not drinking on our walk back to yours.” Hook wants to argue that his friends shouldn’t leave yet, but something about (Y/n) simply isn’t right. Of course, there was always a bitter air around the topic of Morgie and Uliana but this level was new. He didn’t normally act like this, and if he was this set on getting drunk over it, the boy needed to go home. So instead of arguing, he raises his shot glass to (Y/n). The two villains knocking the little glasses against each other. “Down the hatch, Darling,” he smirks, watching the way that his friend raises his brows with his own shot. And they knock them back, the same way they had at every party the group had ever thrown. 

    Of course, normally Hook didn’t take (Y/n)’s drink so it “didn’t go to waste” right after. The boy wishing Hook a good night before double checking that the god behind him truly didn’t mind walking him home. Something that the villain was sure he could do alone but there was no way that Hades or Hook would allow that, not when the boy was like this. So Hades promises Hook that he’ll be right back and wraps a hand around (Y/n)’s shoulders to drag him out of the party and back into the chilly November air. 

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     (Y/n) knew his limits well enough, he was lucky for that. The second he hit the pillow he was asleep, and now he was awake without even the ghost of a hangover looming over him. Not that he wanted to be awake, he would much rather spend his Sunday wasting the day away in his bed. But how was he meant to sleep with that incessant knocking at his door? So with a begrudging whine and stiff joints, the boy finds himself swinging his legs over the side of his bed. The knocking only seems to grow louder and more urgent as he makes his way over to the door. “I’m coming, god!” A hand reaches out to snatch the door handle, basically ripping it open. Morgie le Fay all but tumbles into his room with the motion, center of gravity being thrown off as the wood he was leaning on is ripped from him. And he looks worse for wear, sweat dampened neck and dark bags under his squinted eyes. 

   “What?” He recoils at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice as if it bit him, a pout crossing over chapped lips. “Can you quiet down? My head is killing me.” (Y/n) rolls his eyes, scoffing as he goes to close his door. “Then go home.” A foot is thrown in the path of the door, stopping him from closing his boyfriend out. “I woke up after a party without you.” There’s this odd sense of disappointment hanging off of his words, eyes seeming to pout more than his lips already did. “Yeah, I’d assume so. I left hours before you did.” Morgie pushes his way into the room at that, softly closing the door behind him. “You did?” “Yeah,” there’s a scoff dripping off his lips as he makes his way back to his bed, “Which you would have noticed if you gave me so much as a minute of thought this past week.” Morgie frowns, leaning against the door with his arms crossing over his chest, “You didn’t walk home alone, did you? You should’ve come and got me. I don’t want you to walk around at night like that.” 

   “No, Hades walked me home.” Morgie nods, looking over at the boy curling up in his bed. (Y/n) obviously trying to make himself smaller as he attempts to talk about his feelings. As if he was doing something wrong. “So why did you ask Hades instead of your boyfriend?” He cuts Morgie a look, rolling his eyes, “I didn’t ask Hades, he just knows me well enough to know when something is wrong.” Morgie raises his brows, “And I don’t know you? I know you, I can tell when something is wrong.” It earns him a laugh, a twisted and broken one that makes his skin crawl. “You do, do you? Okay, then why did we originally go to the mall last Saturday?” And his stomach falls with his confidence. How was Morgie ever meant to come back from this one?

@an-absolute-waste-of-space

[angelltheninth]

im a sucker for the electro men in wuwa... might i ask for calcharo, xiangli yao, and yuanwu having their s/o ride them for the first time? <:3

You have good taste in men Anon.

Pairing: Calcharo, Xiangli Yao, Yuanwu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm encouragement, cock riding, hair-pulling (for Reader), clit stimulation, pussy slapping, brat taming, doggie style

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: You can say they have a... electrifying effect on me. Ha! No? I think it's funny.

Calcharo chuckled when he heard you hiss as you were pulled back onto his cock. "Faster. Sweet little thing, ride my cock faster. Or do you want me to give you a little more incentive?" 

Before you could say yes he pulled your hair back harder, a tight fist against your scalp, forcing you back against his cock with a loud clap. It hurt in a good way. You only had so much space to move, enough to get in inch off his cock and then take it all back in. The distance you were able to move might be tiny but the speed at which you move wasn't, encouraged by the mercenary's hand in your hair.

Letting you have control over the thrusts was a temporary luxury. He didn't move an inch, you had to do all the work here.

"Definitely motivated enough now." You met his gaze for a second before shutting your eyes in pain from the next pull. "S-Sorry. Gonna make you come, soon." You promised, pussy pulsing around him every time he was balls deep in you.

Each time he tightened his grip so did your pussy tighten around his dick. "You want it baby? Ask me properly, like the whore that we both know you are." Calcharo taunted you, making you sob with need and your poor cunt so desperate to get his cum in it.

"Come inside me." You weren't gonna say please, your inner walls could do that for you. Finally he released his grip on you only to push your head against the bed as his cock sank in balls deep to empty itself in your womb. The new position didn't stop you from grinding your ass against him to get everything you could from him.

Xiangli Yao was almost relaxed under you as you went up and down on his hard cock. He didn't even need to do anything in order to come, or to make you come either. But he doesn't want to be lazy.

"Let me do this for you, let me make my love come on my dick." He smiled from his position below you as his fingers found your clit and pressed it in quick, tight swipes. "There's that clench. I know what you like."

His fingers worked you up so fast but you didn't want to come yet, not until he did. But your legs didn't listen to you, turning liquid as your pussy walls fluttered around him. "Hold... me." You moaned out as you leaned against his chest and kept bucking your hips despite your mind being overtaken by pleasure.

"I've got you, always got you." He kissed your shoulder slowly, one hand still between your legs.

The other hand was on your hip, going down to your ass then back up. Your hips smacked down against his wildly, feeling his cock pulsing inside you and emptying ropes of seed soon after. You didn't stop moving.

Making a mess of you both, his cum staining both your stomach, thick and sticky and warm. "Messy. I don't mind, you know I don't, not when it's the result of this."

Yuanwu rutted into your pussy with no intention of slowing down at all. "Babygirl, what's the matter, can't you meet my thrusts?"

You grunted as you tried to do so but you also enjoyed him fucking you. You didn't expect him to halt fully when he was half-way in your cunt. "What the fuck Yuanwu?!" You complained but were met with a slap on your exposed clit.

"Ride it. Go on, ride it if you want to come." He smirked down at you as he didn't move at all, but he wiggled his eyebrows in a challange. "Brat. Didn't you fucking hear me?" He slapped your pussy again. "If this is what I need to do, punish your cunt, then I will."

Secretly you wanted just that. With your pussy already sensitive it would almost hurt. Acompamying every wet slap was your moan and your hips grinding upwards, taking his cock to his balls. Empowerimg your orgasm further was his cock curved slightly upwards and hitting your sweetspot every time.

"Open up those legs. Let me see your cunt get full!" He grunted deeply as he sunk down on his hands, letting you hug him close and ride his cock like a dildo stuck on a wall.

"Look down then, Sir." He almost didn't want to but at the same time he wanted to see the exact moment when his cock sank balls deep and be emptied.

[0hnogracie]

I Love You, Im Sorry. - P2

I open instagram to a Dm from someone i never wanted to talk to again. Christopher Sturniolo. I havent talked to him since the cheating situation, Which im still hurt about but not that much.

Christopher Sturniolo ✔️

Hey y/n

0hnoy/n ✔️

what do you need?, i thought i told you to never text me again.

Christopher Sturniolo ✔️

Look. Im Sorry, I was being stupid back then. I promise You that i have changed from before too now. Please Can we maybe start over?, Your my only true happiness.

read 7:38Pm

I dont know what to respond with. I have been missing Chris but what he did to me was fucked up. He had me looking stupid, I dont even think i can trust him anymore. I pick my phone back up

0hnoy/n ✔️

Okay fine, BUT if u tell anyone we’re seeing eachother im blocking you permanently.

Christopher Sturniolo ✔️

Thank you y/n. I wont fuck this up i promise, Meet up?

0hnoy/n ✔️

My house 8

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I can’t believe chris is coming back over in months. I wasnt even ready at all. ( You can imagine your own fit! )

I heard my doorbell ring and i go get it. ‘ Hey.. ‘ i say softly avoiding contact ‘ Hey. Can I Come In ? ‘ he says firmly and i move aside so he can come in. ‘ So How Have You Been ? ‘ He says sitting down on my couch while i close my door ‘ Im good. ‘ i say being dry towards him ‘ Thats It? Good? ‘ he says looking at me.

‘ Uhmm. Yeah, What About You? ‘ I say looking down at my lap ‘ Kind Of Bad. I’ve Been Missing You, Like More Than I Expected. ‘ He says fiddling with his hands. Its a habit he has, it was kind of cute. ‘ Chris You Cheated? You Had A Choice To Cheat Or Not And You Choose The Option To Cheat. ‘ i spoke clearly finally looking up at him.

‘ Im Sorry. I Didnt Know What I Was Thinking To Do That. I Would Do Anything To Go Back In Time To Fix What I Did. I Never Meant To Hurt You, Your The Love Of My Life And Im Sorry That I Never Showed You The Love You Deserved. ‘ He makes eye contact and doesnt look away. I was speechless i didnt know what to say. ‘ Chris i- uhm- I dont know what to say. ‘ i say looking down to hide some of the blush i have on my face.

‘ Am I Forgiven? ‘ Chris said looking at me with pleading eyes. I nod giving in ‘ Im Glad. ‘ he says hugging me tightly and not letting me go. ‘ Me Too, But Dont Make Me Look Like A Fool Please. ‘ I say softly with my heart racing ‘ Never Again. ‘ he says giving me a soft kiss. I missed those soft lips i wanted to meet again.

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‘ I Love You ‘ Chris said to me before he fell asleep in my arms. ‘ I Love You Too ‘

A/N : Okay well I was gonna do a plot twist and make y/n wake up and all that was a dream BUTTR IM NOT GONNA DO YALL LIKE THAT. SHOULD I MAKE A TAG LISTTTT?

[intistone]

From the tons and tons of fanart of the book of bill, and all the headcanon and AUs, yours... Makes me wanna cry, is... So sad and tender how old Bill is clearly destroyed emotionally, and little Bill is a ball of Sunshine. Is SO Psychological IT HURTS.

AUGH SHAKES YOU BITES YOU THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY PEOPLE ARE LIKING THE CONCEPT AND THAT ITS MAKING THEM FEEL EMOTIONS REEEE

I’ve seen AU’s of the Stans taking care of the younger versions of their brothers, and multiple pieces of fanart with Bill and baby orb creature interacting, so I kinda just smacked those two things together for FEELS AND ANGST AND COMFORT EEE IT HURTS TO DRAW SOMETIMES BUT THE COMFORT IS WORTH IT

I also wanted to see that this AU is kinda relying on BILL to make an effort for the KID, cause its not changing his own future as an evil triangle. Kiddo is actually from a collapsing, empty timeline that had no future. Bill’s backstory isn’t gonna change…but he can try to make a change for this kid’s story. That’s what I’m going for and it is gonna HURT the Dorito man so bad to pull off and it’s gonna so pressure on him and also shenanigans ensue I’m so hyped to keep continuing this hehehe

sorry for the ramble here have a doodle for your troubles:

[midnightttqueen]

DOFP Logan Howlett x f!Reader

Riding his face for the first time.

Im sorry if there is any grammar mistake or something, English is not my first language 💔.

This man makes me so fucking horny, omfg

Warnings: age gap(not implied tho), oral s3x, face ridding, bit of choking, squ!rting, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart) daddy kink?.(think that’s everything)

I just know that this man knows how to eat pussy…

You and Logan had been dating for some months now. Everything is good, he makes you feel loved and important. And he also fucks you so so so good. He was your first time so everything was so intense, his kisses, his gentle but intense touch, the way he touches your body, the way he kisses it, his fingers and hands, his body which is bigger than yours, he makes you feel so vulnerable in a good way.

Before him you didn't have any experience in these things, he introduced you to a new world of pleasure you didn't know that existed. The way he handled you, the way he seemed to know more about your body than you… he knew where to touch and how to touch,he made you go feral. He turned you from an innocent girl to a girl filled with lust and desire, just for him though.

One night he came from a long and rough mission.

He had entered your apartment slamming the door in his way.

“Logan? Baby, are you okay?” you asked him with your sweet innocent voice, that same voice that screamed his name late at nights, that same voice that cried for him everyday.

He didn't say anything, he looked at you deeply, he watched your body. You were only wearing a pair of pink lacy panties and one of his t-shirts.

“Logan…?” you asked again.

Then he walked towards you grabbing you by your neck, not so rough to stop breathing you, but enough pressure to make you whine.

“Oh sweetheart … I love those little sounds you make…” he groaned against your ear, making you squirm beneath his grip.

“I- i missed you… Logan…” you whimpered with a high pitched voice.

“Oh you did?” he teased as he began to touch your body, running his hands down your belly. “I missed you too… been thinking about you all baby…been thinking about this pussy…” he said with a husky voice that sent a wave of arousal though your body down to your sex.

“I want to try something new …” he said as he picked you up so easily, like you weigh nothing.

He carried you to your room, opening the door and slamming it as he entered. He walked to your bed and placed you down. “You know I can smell you, right?, can smell you sweet little cunt baby… she’s dripping…” me mumbled against your ear.

“I want you to ride my face…” he said normally.

“W-what?”

“You heard me…” he said as he switched places so now you were on his lap.

He began to rub your ass through his shirt, as he grabbed it and began to remove it.

“So pretty… all mine…” now he's sucking at your chest, leaving bites and wet kisses all around.

“Now… let's move this pretty thing aside…” he moved your panties and he groaned at the sight of your wet cunt.

“Oh look at it… she's crying for me…”

You whimpered as he touched your clit with his finger. “Oh yeah… keep doing those sounds for me baby”.

He’s now moving your body closer and closer to his face. Your pussy is now hovering his face. He groaned and grabbed your flesh but not before giving you a slap at your ass.

“Come on honey… sit on my face…” he groaned.

“B-but what if i hurt you?”

He groaned again, he was desperate so he opted to push your thighs down to his face, making you fully sit on his face. He quickly began to lick your pussy. His wet tongue playing with your sensitive clit, sucking and nibbling at it. His thick bread tickling your thighs. His tongue licking and sucking in the right places, drinking up all your juices, and making you wetter and wetter with each flick of his tongue.

He was so into it that he began to tighten his grip in your thighs, he was definitely leaving bruises.

“Such a pretty messy pussy, baby” he moaned as he dived in again in your cunt. He kept sucking at your clit.

You were a fucking mess. Red cheeks, your baby hairs sticking to your face thanks to the sweat, your lips red and swollen from you biting on them, and your teary doe eyes. God you looked like a mess… in a good way…

“L-Logan!” You whimpered.

He didn’t answer, he just kept eating your pussy like it was his last meal. Now he began to fuck you with his tongue, in and out in a quick peace. The room is filled with obscene wet sounds, Logan’s groans and your sweet sweet moans and whimpers.

You were so lost in the pleasure that unconsciously you began to move your hips against his face.

He smirked, “enjoying yourself, bub?”.

You groaned in embarrassment and stopped your movements. But Logan didn’t like that. “No baby… you keep doing that, use my face baby… soak me up… use it, just use it…” he says in his sexy husky voice.

So like the obedient girl you are, you began to rock your hips against his face again. Moaning loudly.

“Yes yes yes yes! Fuck daddy!”

He moaned when he heard you say that word, he has secretly wanted you to use it for some time now.

So to show his appreciation he quickened his pace, your now swollen clit, all puffy and sensitive. He gave a few circles on it with his tongue and that was enough to send you over the edge, coming so hard, so intense that you saw starts, your vision now blurry. You cried his name, almost screamed it. But he didn’t stop, no no, he kept licking your poor little cunt, now more quickly, like if he wanted something else… “Come on baby… give me another one…”

He was so fucking good at it. I mean he’s over 200 years old, he has experience, lots of experience.

After a few more flicks of his tongue he has you over the edge again. But it felt different now.. something in your belly, a familiar feeling… “l-Logan, stop!… I feel like… like I’m going… to pee!” You cried and moaned. But he seems not to care about it, he kept licking you like a starved man, so messy. He was eating you like an animal. He did eat you out to make you feel good, but it was more because of his pleasure. He loves to eat your pussy, the taste and the smell makes him go feral. He loves when you let your hairs grow a little, god it drives him crazy, everything about you does.

Some ficks of his skillful tongue and he has you now shaking, screaming, and squirting all over his face and the bed… you pulled his hair to take a break, it is all too much for you, you feel now so overwhelmed by everything, by him… how he makes you feel.

“My little girl squirts huh?” He asks as he now pushes you down to the mattress. Now he’s kissing you, softly this time. A kiss filled with love but desire. You can taste yourself in his lips, it’s a bit salty but mostly sweet…

“Baby you got me so hard now… I’m going to fuck you now… want you to squirt on my cock baby…” he whispered to your ear.

wrote this while I was at my school library, lol.

[wcnderlnds]

stupid for you | peter maximoff

SUMMARY: you and peter fall out and he makes it up to you in his own peter way WORD COUNT: 928 WARNINGS: some swearing. A/N: idk what this is but writing peter is my fave so he gets all my dumb ideas ❤️ p.s. if the format sucks it’s bc im mobile.

It wasn’t like Peter had meant to upset you. Sometimes his mouth didn’t have a filter and he said things before even thinking about it so when he called you ‘annoying and needy’, he really didn’t mean it. He wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the type of person to ever want to upset you or anyone for that matter. So when he’d seen you walk away hurt and upset, that had sent him right into action. He just had to make it up to you — make you see how important you really were to him. It gnawed at him inside that he’d been the one to make you feel that way. Never before had he ever felt so bad. So guilty.

He’d spent the whole day trying to think of what he could do to apologise then suddenly the idea hit him. Maybe it was a little stupid, maybe you’d completely hate it but he thought it’d be cool. Different. It’d be something him.

Meanwhile, you’d spent the day moping around the X-Mansion. The training session you’d had earlier had helped distract your mind but as soon as it was over, your thoughts drifted back to Peter. The fight the two of you had had been so stupid. All you’d done is made some comment about Peter needing to slow down for a minute and listen to you and it had spiralled from there. It wasn’t often the two of you argued. In fact, you never really had. In the whole six months you’d been dating things had been going smoothly. Things had been so easy going, so fun — it wasn’t really a surprise that something was bound to happen to ruin that. When things were going good there was always something that had to come along and mess it all up.

With a sigh, you started to head upstairs to your room when suddenly a blur of silver and blue rushed past you. Before you could even blink Peter was stood right in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you looked at him. “Hi.”

Your nerves were mirrored in his face as he spoke. “Hey. Uh…”

The silence fell between you. It was awkward — something that didnt happen often when it came to you and Peter. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something he began talking.

“Okay, just let me talk for a minute before I chicken out. I’m not good at this shit. I’m not the best at filtering the stuff that comes out of my mouth. That’s why I’m always getting myself in trouble. You know that but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. You gotta believe me on that one. If I could, I’d punch myself in the face. I mean, I could but… I can’t break the goods, y’know?” He laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“It’s my fau-“

“Gonna have to stop you there, babe,” he said as he pulled one of his hands from behind his back and held it up to signal you to stop. “Can’t have you taking the fall on this one. It’s all me. A Maximoff fuck up special. That little switch people have in their brain where they tell themselves to shut up before they say something dumb? Yeah, turns out mine is broken. Probably wasn’t born with one actually. I’m not letting you feel bad for this. It’s all on me, okay? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to apo-“

“I do, I really do, though. Felt bad the second I said what I said. You’re not annoying and I love when you’re clingy. I love you wanting to be around me as much as I want to be around you. You caught me on one of those rare days where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe Scott even pissed in my cereal or something, who knows. Point is that I messed up.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” You asked, an amused look on your face as you listened to your boyfriends rambling.

“Oh shit, sorry. My bad. The floor is yours.”

“What I was trying to say was that you don’t need to apologise because I forgive you anyway. We’re gonna mess up sometimes and I know you didn’t mean it. It was just hearing it come from you that upset me, I guess. Anyone else I could take it but you? Your opinions and thoughts about me matter the most. Can we just forget about it and move on?”

“Sure, yeah… but first…” he finally pulled his hand from behind his back to produce a Lego bouquet of flowers. “These are for you and lemme tell you, it was hell trying to put this together.”

“…you got me Lego flowers?”

“Duh. This way they last forever and you won’t have to worry about watering them and you can always remember the time your boyfriend was a dumbass.”

You laughed, taking them from him. “How long did it take you to put it together?”

“Might have cheated and used the ol’ mutation but I kept messing up. Some of the pieces wouldn’t fit where I wanted them to and I almost got mad and thr-“

“There’s instructions, you know.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” He grinned, hands on his hips as he echoed your words from earlier.

”Smartass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

[lxcalmenace]

hiii! I saw a video on tiktok about some girl getting upset that she wasn't there with her bf when he was kid and i thought maybe you could do that with rin isagi and hiori maybe

this is my first ask and also English's not my first language im sorry if it's not detailed enough

Wish I was there for you

Pairings < Rin and Hiori > X gn!reader (separate)

tw: Just these babies getting reminded about their pasts which later turns into fluff. Oh and, spoiler warning on Hiori's past!!

It was a rather silent night, you and Rin chilling in your bed comfortably. He was watching some match analysis on his phone while you were laying down next to him, reading your book. The small bed side lamp illuminated the room as the sound of soft breathing and the occasional sound of you turning the page was heard. When suddenly, it hit you. Rin never admitted about wanting to be comforted or to be held close during rough days, it wasn't very likely of him. He had built these walls around him, to which he'd only let you break through them. That was the typical Rin Itoshi for you. Being always there for him, to support him- but then you began to ponder about his past. You knew that his relationship with his older brother wasn't on the best terms, you know how much he despises Sae but there was also a time when Sae left Rin completely wrecked, right when Rin needed him the most. You knew how much it scarred Rin and your heart aches to think that Rin probably broke down- no one by his side to comfort him, no one to tell him that it was going to be alright. It broke him to the point that he was unwilling to trust, eventually pushing everyone away due to all of the burden he was carrying silently.

You turned over to face Rin and softly called out his name. Turning of his phone, he put it aside- his attention all on you now.

"Rin, do you ever wish if someone would've been there for you in your past?" he raised an eyebrow as you continued, "It hurts to know about how much you had to go through. I really wish I could've been there for you; to comfort you and to ease your suffering, even just by a little bit."

The room went silent, knowing that you had stuck a chord somewhere inside Rin. His face showed no emotions, but he was unable to meet your gaze. You both sat in this silence for a while, no words uttered.

Finally, he let out a long breath, "It's alright," His voice was low yet stern, "Past is past now, it does not matter to me anymore. The only thing that matters now is me defeating Sae."

You opened your mouth to say something, but Rin shushed you, signaling the end of conversation. You wanted to tell him that it was unfair, that he didn't had to go through all that, but sensing the tension in the air, you decided to stay silent. If Rin wasn't ready to talk about it, then you were in no position to argue back. You plopped back on your bed with a sigh as he dimmed the lights and pulled the covers over the both of you.

Maybe not yet, but one day, Rin knows that he will open up to you freely, talk about his problems, rant to you. But for now, he did not wish to bother you by his own problems. So, he simply just pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

"Goodnight my love," Rin pecked your lips, "Thank you for everything you have done for me," he whispered.

It was raining outside. The small pitter patter against the windows and the distant voices from the TV, accompanied by you cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch gave birth to the perfect atmosphere. Hiori was playing video games while you were scrolling through tiktok. Everything was going well, until you came across a video of a girl being upset over the fact that she couldn't be there for her boyfriend when he was young. And that, made you put down your phone and really think about it. Your boyfriend always had a smile etched over his face, he barely talked about his feelings and thus suppressing them over time. Eventually after you both started dating, you always encouraged him to talk about his problems and regularly let him know that you were there for him. But what about the time when you weren't so present in his life? You remembered him telling you about his parents once; how they used to put him under so much pressure to achieve perfection, even stretching up to the point of divorce. Oh, how hard it must've been for his little soul. [ :( ]

You were unsure about bringing this up. Yet, hesitatingly you whispered, "Baby, can we talk a little?"

His curious blue eyes met yours and he muttered a little 'yeah?', waiting for you to continue.

"You know how your parents always pressured you to be the best, to live up to their expectations- wasn't it hard for you as a child? I mean it must be so traumatic for you to always be under the burden," you paused, watching his expressions carefully.

"Yeah, it was a bit traumatic I guess.." he trailed off.

"Really wish I would've been there for you, Yo. I would've definitely helped you to relieve some of the burden, so you could've leaned a bit on me," you look at him with a glint of sadness in your eyes.

Hiori noticed the shift in your mood instantly, "But angel, I didn't even knew ya back then," he chuckled- trying to lift up the mood.

"I know! I'm just sa-"

He pulled you in for a kiss, cutting you out.

"You don't have to worry about the past m'kay?" he smiled warmly, "You're here now and that's enough f'me. You understood?"

Hiori slinged an arm around you and pulled you closer; capturing you in his embrace, as he resumed his game and continued playing it.

Tysm anon for this request, I hope you like these small scenarios. I couldn't do Isagi :( (writer's block sucks)

Also, so sorry if this is ooc!! Not proofread so ignore if there are any mistakes please!

ty for reading!!

[corpses777]

Daddy Issues

𖤐 angst / fluff | fem!reader x late seasons daryl

This was exactly what Daryl didn’t want to happen. Sitting the girl down in front of him to have a ‘talk’ with her in his own house in Alexandria that didn’t even feel like his in the first place. 

 

It felt too serious, adult-like; he had figured that talking with kids actually wasn’t a problem, but teenagers? He didn’t know a thing about that. 

 

The girl in question was young—way too young for her behavior. Based on looks, Daryl would say the girl was maybe 15-17ish. She would send him seductive glances with those doe eyes but still be the sweetest kid around Alexandria, but Daryl couldn’t see her like that anymore. He had had enough by now. 

 

He didn’t want to hurt the girls feelings, but it had got to stop before he wouldn’t be able to say no anymore. 

 

“Listen, kid... you’ve got to stop, okay?” He starts off easily, hoping she’d get just this hint at least. 

 

“Stop what, Mr. Dixon?” She replies, in Daryl’s mind, acting dumb. 

 

“Don’t be stupid.” He says more sternly, and she swallows. “You know exactly what I mean.” He adds. 

 

“But-“ She starts, but Daryl interrupts. “How old are you exactly?” He asks, forearms resting on the dark wooden table. 

 

“Who’s askin’?” She answers a bit smuggly. 

 

“I am??” He raises his voice a bit, getting pretty damn annoyed now. 

 

But she goes quiet, not answering.

 

“Answer me, for fucks sake!” He slams his fist into the table, and she sits up a bit straight in shock, her eyes widening. 

 

“Sixteen ..?” She mumbles quietly. 

 

“Sixt-, kiddo, you know what you’re doing is totally wrong and inappropriate, hm?” He felt like Rick right now, but this had to be done. 

 

She blinks, shrugs shyly. 

 

“No, don’t you just shrug; I know you’ve got problems, but you can’t act like that around old men, yeah?” And with that, the young girl tears up, her bottom lip trembling. 

 

Daryl cursed himself out in his head before sighing and standing up. His intentions weren’t to make an ‘innocent’ teenager cry. Even though the girl made him angry and annoyed, she worried him just as much; this wasn’t normal behavior for young girls. 

 

He walks over to the girl, kneeling down on the floor beside the chair to cup her face and wipe the already fallen tears with his broad thumbs before pulling her closer, tangling his hand in her free hair on the back of her head. 

 

“Shh.., I ain’t wantin’ to make ya cry, baby, ya know that...” he mumbles into the air beside her head, his cheek pressed against hers. 

 

She sniffles, her voice wobbly. “Im so sorry, Mr. Dixon... I didn’t mean to make you angry.” she sniffles. 

 

Some people would probably say that she was overreacting, but who knew what she had in her baggage from the past? It could be anything, and in this moment Daryl could make some pretty accurate guesses. 

 

“Don’t go apologizing.. but this is wrong, and you know that, princess.” He tries to comfort her and confront her without being too harsh. 

 

“But I really like you,” she sniffles into his shoulder. 

 

“I like you too, but not like that, okay?”

 

She nods; she promised herself to stop since Daryl asked her to. She’d always do what he said, trusting him blindly. 

this is so shitty but uhm .. me core!! 😝

[matchagirliris]

“my darling” kuroo X Reader oneshot

Summary: you dated back in highschool and never took him seriously and essentially now it’s timeskip of you two meeting again on unexpected terms

[based on yet again another song, This time it’s “love is a laserquest” by Arctic monkeys (my fav band ^~^) anyways hope you enjoy: happy ending? idk anywho, matcha girl out :p]

Coming back from being in the states for work to japan was exciting you missed kenma and all your friends back home It had been a few years since you left for America to go to college and work. Unfortunately you did dread of seeing a past lovers. More specifically Kuroo you never took the poor boy seriously back in highschool you had no reason too you were gonna leave anyways. He knew that but he couldn’t help the fact that he fell so hard. The day you left he didn’t really know what to do with himself he knew it was coming he knew that you didn’t take him seriously. He understood the circumstances that came with being with you in highschool so you couldn’t really say it was completely on you.

As your best friend kenma comes and picks you up from the airport to take you to the house you had bought in japan before you left and asked him to keep maintenance for you while you were gone. As you guys are on the ride home you ask “how’s the house?” you turn to look at him “uhm to be honest i don’t really know” he looks a bit terrified while driving.“YOU HAVENT BEEN KEEPING UP WITH IT?!” you sorta yell at him worried that your house is in shambles. “Well no, i wasn’t supposed to tell you but i asked kuroo to keep up with it for me…” he says sorta worried about how’d you feel about the guy you played in highschool taking care of your place much less making sure it was prepared for you when you came back. “oh. he’s doing it for me?” you say sorta feeling bad about how you treated him, it’s not that he didn’t know it was going to be like that you were just sad that he still tried for you like he always had always trying to make you understand how serious he was about you. As kenma drops you off at your house handing you your keys and hugging you goodbye you slowly make your way into the house, looking at how nice and clean it was you smiled softly but you felt sad. The guy you hurt the most in highschool because you never took anything seriously but your career still cared for you like he did before even though his life is probably just as busy as yours, He always made time for you. As you get ready for bed falling asleep soundly in your room you can help but dream about him and you and the memories you had in highschool.

You wake up hearing a faint noise outside “who the fuck is cutting grass this early in the morning?” you get up groggy in your pjs and walk outside seeing who it is, it was none other than kuroo cutting your grass assuming you weren’t here yet and was just here for weekly maintenance “y/n?” he says startled to see you here at all wondering why kenma didn’t tell him. You immediately freeze in your tracks as your stomach drops not knowing what to say you run back inside not wanting to face him after all these years looking like this. Why did you care how we saw you all of a sudden? anyways you run into the shower and try to look decent but in your head your hoping he’d be done before you got out so you wouldn’t have to face him once more. As you peek out your window he’s still there doing yard work, looking good while doing it at that. You snap out of your stupid delusional and decided to fix him up something since you feel sort of bad about all of this and decided makes it’s time to talk you walk outside facing kuroo one more time “Hey kuroo i fixed you something, im sorry for scaring you earlier i was just shocked to see you” you nervously say with a half smile “no worries y/n it’s all fine to be honest i wouldn’t have showed up and did this if kenma told me you were already here i just came to do the weekly check up you know?” he says walking up to you “Thank you for keeping up with the house even though it wasn’t your job ill reimburse you for everything if you’d like” you say and he laughs “no it’s all good i did this just to keep me busy i guess” he half smiles with a bit of sadness in his face. You both take a sit outside on the little table you had out there as his eating the snack you fixed up for him with grass stains on his face and sweat beads on his forehead you can’t help but notice how handsome he’s gotten. He looks up at you and says “Do you still feel younger than you thought you did by now? or darling have you started feeling old yet?” he laughs a bit “don’t worry i’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts with the efficiency that only youth can harness” he says has his smile slowly dims, you respond “and do you still think love is a laserquest?”

“what about you y/n do you take it all more seriously now? You know i’ve tried to ask you this in someday dream that i had, but you’re always busy being make believe.” he says taken you back, you look at him sideways with even more sadness than you did before in the morning “and do you look in the mirror to remind yourself your there or does somebody’s goodnight kisses got that covered?” you respond.

“when im not being honest i pretend that you were just some lover, now i can’t think of [your fav thing or place] without thinking of you i doubt that comes as a surprise.” he says “and i can’t think of anything to dream about, i can’t find anywhere to hide” you responded with your head rested in your hands feeling overwhelmed. You both sit there for a moment in time which felt like years but truly only lasted a minute “i’m sorry kuroo. I’m sorry for everything and the way i treated you back in highschool i was so dumb and focused on something in the future and taking the then for granted.” you say lightly crying “you didn’t deserve any of that you treated me so well and still do i didn’t realize how much love i had for you till i left but i thought it was too late” you say breaking down fully at that point kuroo sat there in shocked seeing how much you changed how you weren’t that girl that didn’t care about guys and only wanted a simply good time, how now you were a girl that had everything she wanted expect genuine love his eyes softened at her he got up and hugged her tightly “it’s okay y/n you were young and had goals and didn’t want anyone to get in the way of that even if you wanted simply pleasure at the time i still knew you were a good person, to tell the truth i always hope you’d come back and we’d be able to have this conversation that you’d come back for me and im happy it was later than never.” he says hugging you. You stare up at him with teary eyes….

“i love you kuroo, can we start again?” you say softly “id love too my darling more than anything.” he says happy to have you back and this time fully and for real.

(rushed ending im sorry LOL)

[myosotisa]

Dial Drunk - s.h.

Steve Harrington x Reader

ǁ  summary: Steve gets picked up drunk and taken to the sheriff's station. His emergency phone call goes unanswered.

ǁ  tags: major character death, angst, grief, very small amount of comfort at the end. mentions of driving intoxicated. reader uses she/her pronouns. its really, really fucking sad ok i don't know what else you want me to say. i was listening to Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan in a fast food drive through and had this idea and started crying in the drive through. so here.

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When Steve got off work today, his intention was not to end up at a bar. It wasn’t to get drunk. It wasn’t to try to drive home anyway. And it certainly wasn’t to get pulled over, blow a 0.08, and end up handcuffed to a chair in the Hawkins Sheriff’s Office.

But what are intentions in the face of the consequences of your actions?

“Okay, Mr. Harrington,” the uniformed officer he didn’t recognize sighed as he slid into his office chair. “Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up? We’ve got a ticket written up – but because of your blood alcohol level, you might end up having to go to court.”

Fuck.

“Yeah…” Steve rubs at his face with his free hand, bringing it up to ruffle his hair, leaving it a total mess. He’s fucking exhausted, feels about ready to fall asleep sitting up. “Yeah, I got someone I can call.”

His vision blurs as the officer adjusts his desk phone to be within reach, the movement swimming like watercolor paint as he tries to blink back into focus. As soon as it’s set down, the officer pushes up out of his desk chair and disappears around a corner, leaving Steve alone with the phone.

The tremble of his fingers means nothing when he dials the number he knew by heart. Muscle memory he could probably follow in his sleep that would always lead him to the same place.

It rang once, twice, three times. Kept ringing. Then the voicemail recording kicked on.

“Hey! I’m not available right now,” your voice rang out, so familiar and comforting. He closed his eyes, trying to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat as he listened. “Sorry I missed you, but if you want to leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Breathing in deeply for the first time all night, and exhaling just as hard. “Hope you have an awesome rest of your day!”

The recording clicked off and the beeping tone telling him it had started to record came before he was ready for it. “Hey honey,” his voice caught in his throat on that godforsaken lump that he desperately tried to clear. “I miss you, I’m sorry I haven’t called recently.”

He took a deep breath, gripping the receiver so hard that the plastic croaked beneath his fingers. “I’m in some trouble, baby. I drank a little too much and tried to drive home. I know – I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Steve, you know Eddie will come and pick you up no matter what. I want you to be safe.’ And you’re right. You’re always right.” His next inhale feels like it’s choking him, tears springing to his eyes. “Anyway, I’m, uh, I’m at the Sheriff’s office. So if you get this… I’m sorry. And I love you.”

His thumb punched into the cradle, ending the call. Looking over his shoulder to where the officer had disappeared to, he took the chance. Dialed the number again, just as easily as he had before.

It rang once, twice, three times. Kept ringing.

“Hey! I’m not available right now. Sorry I missed you, but if you want-”

The line clicked dead. Head spinning on its axis, he saw a finger on the hook. Following the arm up, he came to the harsh eye contact of Sheriff Hopper. His mouth was set in a firm line, bags under his eyes, and skin lacking color. Like he’d been through the ringer, never quite recovered from his time in Russia.

“Hey Harrington,” his voice was gruff, stern. It made Steve want to shrink, want to duck out of the way of his ire. But he pushed that feeling down, numbed with liquor, and kept that steady eye contact. “A 0.08? Really?”

“Didn’t…” His tongue felt like dry cotton in his mouth, swallowing hard to no avail. “Didn’t, uh, think I’d drank that much.”

“Uh-huh.” Was the simple reply. Not uncaring, but also not exactly sympathetic. “I called Munson, he’s on his way to come pick you up.”

“No.”

Hopper almost cringed at the way Steve’s voice cracked on the word, expression shifting to one he couldn’t recognize in his intoxicated state. “No, she’ll call back. I know she will.”

The silence after his declaration was deafening. The only sound being the hum of the air conditioner that still ran on this humid summer night. “Okay, kid. Why don’t you come sit in my office with me?”

Before he could reply, the handcuff was being undone, left to hang off the arm of the chair while Steve brought his wrist up to rub at it. Hopper motioned for him to follow and, not having much option otherwise, Steve followed after with a slight stumble to his step.

The office was dark beside the warm toned lamp on the desk. There were papers everywhere, boxes of evidence stacked in the corner, a well contained explosion of empty coffee cups overflowing the trash can beside the table. Hopper pointed at one of the wooden chairs across from his office chair, one worded order of, “Sit,” which the younger didn’t hesitate to follow. The short walk had made some nausea kick up and he was eager to get back on solid ground.

A paper cup of cold water dropped down in front of him and when he opened his eyes again, Hopper was in his desk chair. Leaning forward with his elbows braced on the desk before him and focused entirely on Steve.

“I don’t have a better way to ask this, so I’m just gonna ask it.” His tone was softer, gentler. It made Steve’s skin crawl – being faced with that familiar look. The one that followed him everywhere he went. Pity. “Son, are you a danger to yourself?”

“No,” he was quick to reply, but it wasn’t exactly reassuring how he choked on the word. “Just… Just let me call again,” he pleaded, shifting forward to sit on the edge of the chair. “I swear, she’ll call me back. Just let me try one more time.”

“Hey! I’m not available right now. Sorry I missed you...”

“Steve.”

The refreshed recording – remembering what it sounded like, what you sounded like, had made the weight a little bit lighter. Made it a little bit easier to breathe. But he just wanted to hear it again, just one more time.

“Steve, look at me.” It took a monumental amount of effort but he looked up, blinking away the tears that were once again blurring his vision. Hopper’s face twisted in pain, faced with the sight of a sorrow he knew well. One he’d battled for years and years. Sorrow he’d accepted as his reality, been best friends with at one point. Sorrow that still hung in the back of his closet like a coat that didn’t fit right anymore but had too many memories to get rid of.

“You've got to stop doing this to yourself, kid.” The denial kicking in, hands coming up to fist in the ends of his hair that had gotten too long as he shook his head. “I know what you’re going through – really, honest to god, I do. But you’ve gotta stop doing this shit. She wouldn’t want–”

“What the fuck do you know about what she would want?!” He snapped, teeth bared. A wounded animal trapped in a corner. “You don’t know shit, nothing. Fuck…” His upper body collapsed, face burying in his palms as he hissed in breaths that felt like ice.

“... but if you want to leave a message…”

“It’s all I have, Hop,” came the broken whisper, muffled by clammy hands. “It’s all I’ve got, that’s it, that’s all.”

“I know,” was the grave reply. Stable, damning. “I know, kid.”

The crash of grief broke through the numbness – forced its way right through to the center and dunked him under water. Trickled out through his cold sweat, through his tears, through his sobs. It hit harder than any punch to the gut, any knock to the head, any beating he’d ever taken – and he’d taken more than his fair share. It tore him apart from the inside out and set fire to the pieces.

Reality cut through like a knife. Left him bloody, stinging, torn. The weight of the world falling back into place on his fragile shoulders. “I miss her so much… So, so much.”

“You’re gonna get through this. I know you are.”

He was shaking his head again. There was no way – it was impossible. There was no way to get through this, no way to get past this. No way to keep going.

“... I'll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Hopper stood, eyes looking out over the rest of the police station. “Hey, in here!” He called out the slightly opened door, which quickly squeaked wide on rusted hinges.

“Harrington, buddy,” Eddie knelt down beside his chair, eyebrows drawn together in concern. “Are you okay?”

Half hysterical, half broken, half ruined, Steve gripped Eddie’s shoulder so tightly it hurt. “She’s gone, Ed. She’s… She’s not coming back.”

“No,” was the soft reply, and Steve couldn’t tell who it came from through tear-blurred eyes and his own blood rushing in his ears. “No, she’s not coming back.”

And then he was being hugged. Held together by a set of tattooed arms that knew the loss as he did. Held afloat as the grief tried to drag him under again.

You weren't coming back. But he was still here. And that had to be enough.

“Hope you have an awesome rest of your day!”

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[mintypsii]

excuses

[ratatatastic]

"Funny enough I—like, if street hockey, ministicks, I always wanted to be a goalie too! Like, for some reason I always wanted to go in net. You know, probably because of [my Dad] and then, um, you know, once you get dinged a couple times and the shots get too hard you realise—then it's not so much fun after all so... Yeah, it was great he'd always—" "You probably wanted to be goalie 'cuz you're fucking crazy, man! Those guys are bananas! I actually went as a goalie in morning skate one time when I was suspended in the coast, and it was the scariest thing ever, bro. It's nothing like blocking a shot because you're literally just standing there, and these guys are shooting right at you. It's unbelievable!" "Yeah! You gotta get in the way of the stuff to save it! That's crazy! I know, and like obviously gear is like great and they don't really feel—but there is, like, that psychological thing going on where, like, you know, you wanna move out of the way 'cuz it's gonna hurt! I get—I mean, it must not hurt that much, like, 'cuz Bob's crazy, man! Bob loves taking—Well, I wouldn't say loves taking it off the head, but he doesn't hate it, like he—" "Feels good?" "You know, every once in a while—they hit him in the head and you go up and say sorry he's like, 'No, no! It's all good! I love it, I love it!!' and like, kind-of shoos you away so."

The Buzz Pod | 8.7.24 (x)

so speaking of banking pucks off bobbys head and how much he loves it flashback to that day in october of 23 where bobby was doing that for practise and managed to rope in matthew to the shenanigans to the utter confusion of everyone involved (x)(x)(x)(x)

[personishfive]

in which ann takamaki is there