#i just start feeling so sick whenever i try to read and the words stop making sense

[iqmmir]

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[chlorinecake]

imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

౨ৎ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece!

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[ravenromanova]

Please be mine

Pairings: Roommate Bucky x Female reader (Best friends to lovers)

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18. Daddy kink, Size kink, Fingering, Sex in a tub, Breeding kink. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: Bucky helps when youre stressed out

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The cool autumn air hit your skin as you walked back to your apartment after finishing your last class of the day. You trudged along the way wishing that you brought a jacket today. Luckily the walk to your apartment wasnt that long so you weren’t in the cold all that long. When you made it back to your apartment your roommate and best friend Bucky was already home so you didn’t have to bother unlocking the front door.

“Hey sweets” Bucky greeted you when you walked through the door. His warm voice sent a shiver down your spine as he spoke.

“Hey Buck” Your voice was small and sounded very defeated when you spoke. Bucky stood up from his place on the couch and walked over to where you were in the kitchen. He stood in front of you and ran his hands up and down your arms in a soothing motion.

“What’s wrong sweets?” He asked causing you to bury your head in his chest and groaning. Bucky laughed a little and wrapped his strong arms around your back and started rubbing it.

“Mrs.Harkness gave us a ten page essay assignment thats due next week. So not only do i have to come up with a topic for that but i also have the paper to finish for Mr.Starks class, AND i have a test for Ms.Potts the same day the essay is due” Your words were muffled as you spoke but Bucky got the gist of it. He put his finger underneath your chin and tilted your head so you looked up at him.

“First you need to breathe before you go into a panic attack. Second i know you have a lot of work to do but you need to relax.” You were about to say something but then he put his finger against your lips. “No arguing printsessa“ He said in a little bit of a firmer tone and you didn’t have the energy to fight so you just nodded.

“Good girl now go sit on the couch and I’ll run you a bath” Bucky says walking you to the couch and then he kisses your head before he walks off to the bathroom. You sit on the couch trying not to blush and swoon from how sweet he’s being.

You and Bucky had met your junior year of high school and since then the two of you were inseparable. So naturally when you two both got accepted into NYU you asked him if he wanted to get an apartment with you. He accepted the offer telling you he’d love nothing more. And your friendship only grew stronger after that and you even started to fall for him. Your feelings grew for him each day and when he took care of you it just made then stronger.

What you didn’t know was that the reason he did all those things for you was because he was madly in love with you. Bucky loved to take care of you when you were stressed or sick. It made his heart feel all fuzzy when you would let him take care of you, the smile you would give him whenever he did melted his heart. Unfortunately you two were completely oblivious to how the other felt even though all your friends told you.

“Come on printsessa” You heard him call for you from the bathroom. You made your way to the bathroom and smiled at the setup. He lit your favorite candles, added your bath salts and bubbles, got your favorite book, snacks, hot chocolate and then laid your clothes on the counter for you when you were done.

“Thank you Jamie” The words were soft as they passed your lips making him smile. He walked up to you and wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re welcome sweets” His lips found their way to your forehead and your knees almost gave out. He kissed your head again before he started to walk out of the bathroom to give you your privacy.

You dont know what came over you but you grab his hand to stop him from leaving. He looked at you confused as you grabbed his hand and pulled him a little closer to you.

“Stay” You whispered looking up at his blue eyes. His confusion grew more as you spoke.

“What?” He asked and you wrapped your arms around his neck causing his breath to catch in his throat.

“i said stay” You repeated yourself and Bucky’s heart started racing.

“Y-You want me to stay in here while you take a bath?” He questioned making you laugh a little.

“I want you to take it with me” His eyes widened at your words and you swore he almost choked.

“I-I what?” Bucky’s voice was shaky as he spoke. It’s not that he hadn’t thought of it but he never expected you to take such a bold approach.

“You said i needed to relax…and i want to relax with you.” Your voice dropped an octave causing a shiver to run down his spine. Bucky nodded and slowly took off his shirt. You walked over to the sink with your back towards him before you slowly started taking off your clothes. He watched you undress and he swore he almost died right there. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever see you like this, naked and vulnerable. Once he undressed he walked up behind you and wrapped his hands around your bare waist.

His hands needed the soft skin making you groan in delight. He took your hands and lead you to the tub letting you get in first then he sat behind you. You laid back on his chest as his hands were around your waist again. It was in this moment the both of you knew you were no longer friends. His hands were under the water gripping and rubbing your skin with need. You rested your head on his chest and took one of his hands and moved it lower.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when his fingers came into contact with your pussy. “Are you sure? Because if we do this there’s no going back. You’re mine” He said lowly against your ear causing you to shiver.

“I’m sure…I wanna be yours” You whispered looking up at him and he crashed his lips into yours taking his hands out of the water to cup your face. The kiss was everything you wished it would be with him, his lips were soft and he tasted like cherries.

Bucky turned you around and sat you over his lap so he could see your pretty face when he fucked you. His hands dipped back into the water and started to rub your pussy.

“So fucking tight” He praised sticking one of his thick fingers in you making you moan.

“Oh fuck” Your head starts to go fuzzy when Bucky curls his finger and hits your g-spot. He puts another one in making you grip onto his shoulders for dear life.

“So fucking perfect” His voice is gruff as he whispers in your ear before he starts kissing your neck. He takes his time leaving marks on your neck while fingering you with ease.

“I-I’m gonna cum-oh fuck-“ You feel your first orgasm rip through you when he hits that spot just right. Bucky smiles into your neck and continues to fuck your through your high.

“You did so good baby” Bucky praised you again giving you a sweet and gentle kiss. He then lifts you out of the tub not caring about the water all over the floor and brings you to his room. You giggle when he tosses you onto his bed and crawls to you so he’s on top.

“Are you sure you want this? We can still stop and pretend this never happened if thats what you want.” He asks rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Bucky didn’t want to stop but he also didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret and end up hating him.

“I’m sure you have no idea how bad i want this Bucky please fuck me” You beg clawing at his chest bringing him closer to you.

“Okay okay pretty girl” He chuckles moving down to your thighs. He kisses your soft skin with so much gentleness your heart melts. You buck your hips against him basically begging for him to be in you.

His strong hands grip your skin before he takes his cock in his hands giving it a few tugs. Once he’s hard he takes the tip and runs it through your dripping folds. Bucky slowly eases into you giving you a second to adjust to his size.

“S-So b-big daddy” You mewl feeling his cock hit your g-spot. He starts thrusting into you at a slow pace to ease you into it. You weren’t a virgin by any means but fuck Bucky was the biggest you’ve ever had. Your senses were filled to the brim with Bucky as he delightfully stretched you out.

“So fucking tight and warm” He praised picking up his pace. You gripped at his shoulders bringing him closer to you and bringing him in for a kiss. The two of you were fully intoxicated by each other in this salacious moment.

“Right there daddy oh fuck” You mewled throwing your head back and Bucky took advantage of your exposed neck. He sucked dark marks on your neck and smiled at his work.

“Take it baby take it like the good girl you are and let daddy fill you up” He grunted gripping your thighs with more force than before. You almost screamed at his words as they filled you will some need you didn’t know you had.

“P-Please fill me up daddy please breed me.” You begged making Bucky groan in satisfaction. He picked up his pace chasing his high.

“Such a good girl” He praised giving you another sweet kiss as you felt your orgasm building up. It didn’t take long for you both to finish with loud moans and heavy panting. Bucky filled you up with his load and fucked it into you making sure that none of it would drip out. Once he was satisfied that none would he slowly pulled out and laid next to you as you panted.

“I love you” He blurted out making you whip your heads towards him. He didn’t even realize what he said until you smiled at him and cuddled into him.

“I love you too” You said softly and he wrapped his arms around your waist and sigh happily. The two of you shared another sweet kiss before you two fell asleep in each other arms happy as ever.

~The end~

[smorksthings]

Astarion x Eldarin!Reader HC

Gender-neutral reader, no pronouns mentioned | Author's note: I'm back and obsessed with Astarion... No surprises here! The Eladrin (or Eldarin as I spell it) are my favourite race in D&D so I must write for it <3 | Not proof read | 536 words

When you admitted to being an Eldarin — a race of Fey, the ancestors of elves and drow — Astarion was surprised for certain!

I mean, the Eldarin are not a common race in Faerûn, nor in the rest of Toril, but it's not to say he's displeased, not at all!

After all, he's finally got a reason as to why your blood tastes so... Distinctive. Almost as if the weave itself was infused within you.

The Eldarin weren't so different from the elves, so there wasn't much change in the first place, and the reason why you hid so well in the first place.

Astarion doesn't mean to cause harm, but he certainly loves to ask questions about your history and home. Since you're most likely from the feywild, not Faerûn.

He loves to ask questions about your native language — Sylvan, asking how you would address him and how to flirt. He wants to call you all sorts of beautiful things in your language.

Though, he has to start getting used to the fact that your emotions determine how you look.

It's probably why you told him in the first place — your emotions will inevitably change and so will your look. And you don't want to scare him when you change from your autumnal colours to your winter as you think to the future in sorrow; or rather his or your own past, depending which crosses your mind.

He's very intent on listening to you explain it all. Wanting to understand this new part of you fully.

When he notices you've changed to your winter season, he does everything in his power to see that is no longer so. Even potentially seeing your spring glory.

Astarion is always so careful when noticing your changes. Not because he doesn't want to lose what he is familiar with, no, he simply wants a better grasp of you.

The first time you openly use feystep it scared the crap out of him. Gods, you've just told him about how you change according to how you feel, now you teleport around with no warning! It's like you're trying to give him a heart attack. (As much as he can for an unliving vampire.)

He eventually gets used to it, stops jumping whenever you're suddenly by his side, or wrapping your arms around him in the blink of an eye.

For your other changes, he swears you're colder than a corpse in your winter season and hogs the blankets (out of love). And in your summer season, he's so careful... He thought you were sick at first, with how hot your skin burned, but eventually got used to it. It just feels so odd against his frigid skin.

When he sees you bloom in spring for the first time, he swears you are the most adorable thing in the world. Look at you! Blooming a flower atop your head just because he made you laugh! Gods, he loves you so much.

At the end of the day, he finds all these unusual features of yours all the more endearing than ever before, not quite caring you've kept this secret for so long.

But please, don't keep anymore, okay?

Characters I write for | Masterlist

[angry-tarot]

a message from your pain

talking about suffering is hard, but ultimately necessary. welcome to this pac, I am here to shed light on your wounds in ways that are helpful. by the way, sorry if the artwork is triggering, I tried to find the perfect ones that really encapsulate what deep pain and despair feel like, but the messages might be more soothing than the pics lol.

welcome to your reading ! just wanted to say thanks in advance for stopping by 🫡

Pile one 🖤

You're putting your sword down. Confrontation is a no no for you, isn't it? You rather die than pick up a fight again. You swallow your words, your boundaries are non existent, you're constantly on edge and anxious. Hear me out, pile one. When you're putting your sword down, you're not actually putting it down. You're shoving it right in your own stomach. I'm not telling you to become angry and start fighting everyone around you. But if you keep quiet, taking it all in, you're going to become sick. You want to keep the peace, but not your peace. You want to keep yourself small, not bothersome, for these people's comfort. If talking to the people around you is so conflict inducing, why bother having these people around at all? If your boundaries aren't heard or even allowed to be set, why bother having these people around you AT ALL? If you must live with them, consider moving somewhere more peaceful, like a family member. Take action if your words aren't welcomed. Leave. Remove yourself. Stop taking in poison, because the longer you do, the longer the healing will take. You're already feeling awful. Your suffering exist because you feel obligated to be around people who hurt you and demand you to be silent. Set yourself free. And don't try to talk to them about it. You will have to unpack all of this on your own, or with other people who will understand and hear you. Process everything you buried deep within you by journaling, speaking out loud, punching a pillow. Just let it all out. Short them you will have to slowly heal from all this crystalized, internalized abuse. Long term, recognize this pattern: whenever you feel the need to be quiet to not bother someone else, leave, and never go back to the people who did this to you.

Pile two 🖤

Oh, your pile actually resonates with the pic you chosen. I see an artist, a creative or someone who does something out of the norm. You could even be a witch, like me. The thing is, you have internalized a lot of criticism, and no longer feel as passionate as you did before. You want to create and be who you were before, but you lost your drive and motivation. It seems a lot of conflict used to exist or still exists because of your hobby, career or spirituality, and you felt like it lost the point. You could've tried to prove something to these people, you could've tried to argue, and nothing worked. Even your own progress wasn't matching to your expectations. So what if they were right? Your spark died, but now that you have worked so hard, it's hard to let go. It became your personality, it used to be your comfort, but now there's only a shadow of what it used to be. I'm not going to tell you whether you keep going or not, this is your decision. But you can regain the spark if you want to. But try to protect it better this time, whatever it is that you do. Hide it, if it is possible. Avoid taking about it to people who are committed to misunderstanding you. And go backwards. Reconnect with it, by understanding what made you so fascinated and entranced by it in the beginning. Maybe, that vision is no longer appealing, and if so, create another one. Restart from scratch, but have a vision, just like you did in the beginning. Say to yourself you are committed to falling in love again with your craft, if that's what you choose. If not, it's always ok to let it go. You can always find another something to be passionate about.

Pile three 🖤

Someone taught you that money was the only thing in life. That it defined your worth and value as a person. That nothing else was as important. That your safety was defined by the amount of money you had, from a young age or a very vulnerable period in your life. So your mind attached to the idea that if you didn't had money, you were in mortal danger, you were worthless and a nobody. Your relationship with money, regardless of how much you have or not, is distorted. You could be stable and still feel like it's not enough, or you could be just starting in adulthood and feeling very scared of the future. Money is important, yes. But it's exactly this fear, this pressure, this feeling like your life depends on it, it's paralyzing you, it's traumatizing and deeply agonizing. What will help you is basically lots of cbt. Ever heard of catastrophizing? Cognitive distortions? These could be playing a large role on your mindset and consequently, the amount of money you're able to make. These tools of cbt can help you relax and see things a bit more rationally. Since it's personal to each of you, I cannot fix your fears, but I can give you some of my tools for you to fix them yourself.

[girliism]

i miss nun in training reader and priest in training art :(

i just know patrick would be the little devil in their ears playing with the both of them trying to get them mainly you to just give in.

patrick got caught smoking on school grounds again so they made him be in charge of the confessionals. he hates confessional work. it’s just a bunch of people coming in to whine about drinking alcohol or falling asleep during mass. but you came in today riddled with guilt.

you haven’t stopped thinking about the day art cornered you in the hall. you haven’t stopped thinking about how easily he talked about wanting to defile you. the dark look of lust in his eyes as he stared into yours. you ran away from him before you could hear anymore. calling him perverted and how you’d report him to the sisters. you wouldn’t actually and he knew that. you dreamt of his heavy body against you that night in the same way he described. so disgusted with yourself you forced your friends to shun you for the week and started fasting to cleanse your soul praying multiple times a day.

“forgive me father for i have sinned.” patrick straightens up in his seat at the sound of your girly voice suddenly interested. “speak child. confess to me.”

you feel sick in the stomach at the things you are about to confess.

“um, i fear something has possessed me.” patrick hums. “possessed you in what way child?” patrick encourages you to spill what’s be waving heavy on your soul. “i’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy. and these thoughts they make me feel things like my body heats up and…and” you couldn’t say more. tears well up in your eyes it’s all starting to feel to real.

patrick rolls his eyes wishing you’d just spit it out already but he’s supposed to be playing the no judgement role so he lets you take your time. “take your time, tell me what these thoughts are and where they make you feel things.” patrick taking advantage of the trust you placed in him.

you take a deep breath ready to spill everything. “i think about him doing things to my body, touching places. recently i’ve starting to even think about touching places on his body too. these thoughts they tempt me in my dreams and when i wake up and my underwear is wet. i don’t just dream about them though. these thoughts find me during the day. i’ll space out during lessons and my….down area aches and i have to excuse myself to the rest room. i want it to stop father i really do. i’ve ordered my friends to stop speaking to me i’ve stopped eating i pray whenever i can i read the lords word before i sleep and after i wake but i fear it’s not enough. please father help me.” you were full on crying now.

god this girl needs my help bad. that or an exorcism. patrick clears his throat. “i see well this is quite the dilemma. but i can help you.” snapping your head towards the window in the booth sniffling. “you can? you can help me how?”

“the next time you have these thoughts don’t be so quick to push them away let yourself give into them.” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “but how can i do that without breaking my vow?” “well the next time you have one of your dreams try and relive that burning ache between your thighs and touch yourself.” your eyes widen at the suggestion.

you knew what masturbastion was and how that was just as much a sin as real sex. “but that’s goes against what the lord says.” patrick laughs shaking his head “oh child, the phoenix can not raise if there are no ashes. sometimes breaking the rules helps us follow them better.” you take in what he says. it kind of started to make sense. “ok father, i’ll try that. thank you.” you exit the booth the ending your confession feeling surprising lighter.

“no, thank you my child.” patrick’s got a evil grin on face. can’t wait to tell art about this.

[viktorxsheep]

HI! i apologize for any mistakes, i dont send requests to often :,)

I was wondering if you could do the Star Rail boys and Fem! Reader with a pucca dynamic? Like she's over here tracking them down just to give them kisses and stuff, and gets jealous pretty easily. If all of them are too much just Blade and/dan heng! :))

hi!! thanks for the request! i loved this show so much when i was younger haha. thankyou for allowing me to indulge in my dan heng and welt yang love teehee. (no mistakes by the way!! :>>)

dan heng, welt yang, blade, jing yuan, gepard x fem! reader

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dan heng

Dan Heng liked his peace. He liked his days in his room, looking through the archives as he sorted through every single data that he had jotted down in his notebook.

Ofcourse, he also knew to always expect you. Disrupting the perfect peace that he made for himself. He always acted annoyed and a little bit grumpy whenever you bursted through his doors, but he genuinely did like it. He loved your kisses, he could drown in them and he would reincarnate just so he could open his arms and allow you to ram into them.

As your relationship grew, he started getting a bit more flustered at your strong declarations of love. Your jealousy, your passion- he’s never experienced a love this strong and this good. All he wants to do now is to return it tenfold…r he’s still a little bit shy.

So when he can finally rest beside you, you sleeping in his arms, he can kiss your forehead as he hums a soft tune from his past. He didn’t expect that he’d love you this much, but now he even gets a little grumpy if you don’t kiss him all over the face in the morning, or go and tightly hug him. He still has nightmares..but now, he can atleast envision your body dashing to his to kiss him when he wakes up instead of the fear and the hurt.

blade

Blade was a little different from Dan Heng. Where Dan Heng was shy and a little bit unsure on how to repay your affections, Blade embraced this wholeheartedly. He relished in the affection, it made him happy.

But a small pet of him wondered if this was alright, if he even deserved this. From all of his past actions, the mistakes he would most definitely make in the future- did he deserve you running to him and toppling him over for kisses? He doesn’t want to dwell, instead, he hopes you let him love you the same way.

If ever you are jealous, he will sit you on his lap (albeit a little awkwardly at first) and he will comfort your insecurities. Are his comforting words not exactly very comforting? sure, but he tries. “You must be sick if you believe I do not love you, don’t be silly.”

Although he really hopes you would stop trying to chase after him during missions for affection, you could get hurt and it’s a bit annoying being teased by Kafka (well, he’d go through it if it’s you at the very least).

welt yang

He is such an old man. Stop giving him heart attacks as you go and kiss him every morning! atleast let him brush his teeth, but he has a feeling you don’t really mind that much. Welt always wakes up earlier than you do, smiling as he watches you excitedly open your eyes to meet his loving embrace.

You may be overexcited and very in love, but Welt can almost beat you in one thing…being the greatest male wife house husband figure you could think of. For every gift, kiss you shower him with, hugs- he surprises you with homemade cooking, clothes that he patched up, flowers and chocolates (that he made himself).

Whenever you get jealous, he can’t help but stifle a small laugh. You were so cute- though he really does not want you to feel insecure. When he knows you’re getting jealous (because he can read you like an open book) he calmly sets you aside and kisses your forehead, assuring you that his love and his heart lies only with you. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, so tell him if ever you feel insecure or jealous, he will always listen.

jing yuan

The fearsome leader of the cloud knights believed he was prepared for any sort of challenge. Some fearsome and formidable foes? no matter, stellaron hunters? he will ensure the safety of everyone he can. But who knew he would be so soft and fall victim to-

you. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful you. You in all of your glory, your soft kisses and excited smiles. He could sleep all day just to see you in his dreams, but he loves you even better in real life. He will get flustered (and never show it), and he will always feel bad when he’s forced to ask you to wait outside a meeting room due to the confidential information being shared.

He will ease your worries, he will hold your hand. He wants you to be as safe and as happy as possible, so how could he not indulge you? whatever kisses you’d like the give him, you may. While he can’t always let you bulldoze over to him just to kiss, he will always make it up to you after the moment you two get home.

gepard

You wanted to kill him.

He was sure.

Fearsome, strong, loyal knight captain. That was who he was and how his reputation was…atleast until his underlings saw the red hot blush on his face as you somehow got through the silver mane guards just to kiss and hug him. While he always scolds you (always with a small stutter due to the shock and flusteredness) to not follow him while he went away, he always held you in his arms and let you do as you pleased.

He would walk you back to the safer areas in the administrative district of Belobog, letting you get your fill in of as much hugs and kisses you want before he’s forced to rip himself and his tomato red face away from you.

You being jealous was the most shocking for him. You’re jealous? why? he may be a knight captain, but you were infinitely more beautiful and amazing and- if this line were to continue on, it would fill pages and pages of writing. An entire novel dedicated to every affection you’d offer and how he would call you.

[northsoulss]

I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

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[turtletaubwrites]

I Saw You First (Part 1) ~ Part 6.5

Got this request over on Ao3 and I'm stoked to share. I hope you enjoy it!

This mini fic can be read on it's own, or read after part 6 of We've All Got Needs, linked below.

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1451

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Summary: You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you'll be seeing Sanji tonight. He tries to get his mind off of things, but overhears you enjoying your time with the cook. Can he control his anger?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Angst, Anger, Mild Blood and Violence Mentioned, Voyeurism, Casual Sex, Masturbation, Penis in Vagina Sex, Pet Names, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Crewmates with Benefits

A/N: I hope you enjoy Zoro's version of the night! This was a lot of fun to write 😊

Zoro’s jaw was clenching so hard, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to eat. Knowing who’d cooked his dinner, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

It’s fine. It’s casual. 

But then you walked into the galley with your hair still damp, and Zoro’s stomach twisted. 

You took a shower for him. 

Zoro was a hundred percent sure that the perv cook was going to take you up on your offer. To start fucking you, casually, just like he was. 

Not like me. He’s pathetic. You won’t want to go back to him after tonight. 

That thought wasn’t as reassuring as he’d like it to be when Zoro left you alone in the kitchen with him. He couldn’t look back, he knew if he saw Sanji’s smug face he’d turn right back around to punch it in.

It’s fine. It’s casual. It doesn't mean anything. 

And I’ll make you forget him tomorrow. I’ll fuck you through the fucking wall tomorrow, so hard you won’t be able to remember the cook’s fancy hands all over you. 

Zoro couldn’t relax. He couldn’t sleep, which was driving him crazy. He could usually fall asleep anywhere, whenever he wanted. 

He started working out. Counting pushups and situps, but he kept losing track of the count when he thought of you in the kitchen with your clean skin, and Sanji’s annoying, punchable mouth. 

“Fuck.”

He managed not to shout his frustration. 

Wishing he had some fucking booze to wash down this feeling with, he thought about trying to steal some from the kitchen. 

But you’re probably still in there. 

He felt sick at the thought that he’d have to go eat there in the morning, knowing you’d let him fuck you there. Wondering if that piece of shit cook had fucked you on the floor, or the table, or on the bench where he sits. 

Zoro slammed his fists onto his thighs, so fucking hard. He was glad he’d kept them on himself and not the walls. Usopp would have flipped out if he harmed the Merry again. 

It’s just casual. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not with him. You’re not with me.  

He tried to focus on his breathing, focus on his body. Sweat was still beading on his skin from working out, and it trickled down his face to leave salt on his dry lips. 

Why is this pissing me off so much? It doesn’t mean anything. We’re just fucking.

The image of you in the shower a week ago burned in his mind. He’d never have tried anything, or asked before then. You were his crewmate. 

But seeing you naked, your skin flushed from the heat. He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

And you said yes. You let him fuck you against the wall, took his cock so deep. You were begging him for it. 

Zoro shook the memory away as he felt himself getting hard.

It’s just sex. It’s just really fucking good sex.

He fought his mind, trying to understand why he couldn’t get a grip on himself. Why it was pissing him off so much.

I saw you first.

He knew that must be why this was getting to him. It’s just that fucking waiter. Always trying to butt in, always trying to take credit. 

He joined the crew, and tried to get between me and my captain, acting like he’s the first mate. And now he found out about you, and he had to weasel his way in. Get his disgusting hands all over what’s mine. 

Zoro was pacing in the small room, anger building. 

I’m gonna show you. He won’t be enough for you. I know what you need. You take me so well, you take everything I give you. No way he can make you feel that way.

He had to stop pacing as his eyes went unfocused. The look on your face when he’d take you over the top. Your eyes dilated, sometimes crossing, as your mouth hung open. 

He can’t get you that fucked. He can’t make you beg, make you drip all the way down your thighs from how rough he takes you. 

Zoro slid to the floor, pulling himself out, and moaning as he grabbed his swollen cock.

You’re too fucking wrecked, like I am. You want what only I can give you. So fucking needy for my cock.

His head fell back to the wall as he remembered all the positions he’d forced you into in this little room. How your screams sounded when he shoved his clothes in your mouth. How you’d tell him it was too much, but then keep taking his cock like you were fucking built for it. 

Zoro came, grabbing a shirt off the ground to catch his mess. 

Probably the one he had shoved in her mouth the other day. 

That thought made him groan louder as he finished, and he sat there slumped. 

The relief didn’t last long. In fact, he felt even more anger bubbling at the image of you doing all those things with that idiot, right now. When you should have been here with him.

“Fuck.”

Zoro knew he’d go insane if he stayed in his quarters for another second, so he headed out the door. He tried not to look at any doors in the hallway until he made it outside. 

Running on deck was all he could think to do, and it was better than nothing. Except for every time he’d pass the crow’s nest, and remember how you begged for his cock up there last night.

Growling, Zoro ran faster. He could have run all night. 

But that fucker’s gonna come out to have a smoke when he’s done, isn’t he? 

The thought made his blood boil, and Zoro knew himself enough to head inside.

If I see his smug fucking face tonight, I’ll kick his ass.

And you wouldn’t like that. 

He breathed, leaning against the railing as his heart rate slowed. Zoro tried not to drive himself crazy over the fact that it had been so long since he left you in the kitchen. 

Are you still in there? No way that pervert could have lasted this long. I bet you’re already helping yourself by now. 

Zoro tried to keep his eyes on the floor when he made it inside. But then he heard you. He couldn’t walk away when he heard you moaning.

He stood trapped for a moment, fighting himself not to charge in with his swords out, trying to convince himself to leave. 

Zoro couldn’t leave. Instead, he moved closer to the door, listening.

He’s not enough for you. I’ll show you what you need.

He could hear you whining now, knowing exactly how your face looks when you make that sound. 

“You’re so perfect for me, angel. Fuck, I knew your pussy could take me. It’s everything I needed, sweetheart.”

Sanji’s voice was so soft, so fucking nice. 

That’s not what you need. 

“You’re doing so well. Oh, I’m gonna take such good care of you, you and your perfect pussy. Come for me again, I know you can.” 

Sanji kept showering you with praise, and if not for the whines and moans Zoro heard, he could have convinced himself you were bored. He tried. 

“Fuck yes, ooh beautiful do you feel me? Let go now, love. Come for me, angel. Just like tha- fuuuck…”

The sounds of both of you coming sent Zoro reeling, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood as he shook with rage. He couldn't form any coherent thoughts now, no excuses, no reasons. Just holding himself back like a rabid animal. 

All he felt was pure need. 

The need to shove that cook aside, and show him how you really need to be fucked. 

Zoro was frozen. He could hear you inside, your voices soft, his voice so fucking gentle. 

He heard you giggling, fucking giggling, as Sanji offered to make you things, to run a bath, to carry you. 

Like a fucking princess.

Zoro’s fists shook at the thought, until he heard steps getting closer.

Fuck.

Zoro barely made it away before he heard you step out of the galley. He hurried to his quarters as fast as he could.

Part of him was aching for you to knock on his door. To beg him to fuck you, to give you what you really needed. 

But you didn’t knock. 

Zoro stared at the ceiling, his mind still driving him wild. Now that he knew the cook’s hands weren’t on you, he finally fell into a fitful sleep, but every time he’d wake in the night, he’d think of you. 

I’ll show you. You’re mine. My Needy girl. 

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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congrats on 100 maggie that’s amazing!! 🎉🫶🏻

could I request carmy with a single!mom reader and they’re still kinda fresh in their relationship and with both of their busy schedules it’s hard to have any alone time and whenever they’re trying to have privacy for adult fun time it keeps being interrupted by reader’s little one bc reader’s daughter loves carmy and they’re both going crazy but also love becoming a new lil family. I just keep thinking about how carmy would be with a little kid and how he’d take over the role of a stepdad-dad 😩

Thank you! :)

I would like to say that I love kids and I worked in childcare for years. However, I'm not much into kid fics - rarely read them and never wrote one! Your prompt got me thinking so I'm sharing my head canons about stepdad!Carmy (explicit stuff behind the cut!)

You're so scared to tell Carmy you're a mom because you've started having real feelings; it's not just fooling around anymore. When you finally share that you've got a little girl, you're sick to your stomach with nerves, worried about the possibility of being rejected or ridiculed. But Carmy surprises you—pleasantly—by not freaking out at all. He nods and asks a couple of basic questions: "How old is she? Who's looking after her when you two are together? What's her favorite Disney movie?"

Carmy does freak out—once he's at home. He barely sleeps that night, thinking of all the ways the "wrong" in him or with him could rub off on the little girl once they meet. Because he's a messed-up grown-up who has no clue how to behave.

You can't keep putting off Carmen meeting your daughter after four months of dating. You can't, and you don't want to. It takes a bit of effort before Carmen opens up about his difficult childhood and messed-up family. You assure him that it's not going to affect your daughter and promise him that you absolutely believe he's a good person.

Your little one is almost four, and she's independent, sassy, and loving, so she probably understands Carmy's hesitation and worries better than you do—without Carmen ever needing to say a word. She knows he's a chef—a cook—so she takes his hand and shows him her own wooden kids' kitchen. Carmy's eyes are huge and glassy when he looks up at you, and you hold back your own tears.

The first time you witness Carmy and your daughter cooking together (not in the kids' kitchen), your heart almost stops. You know how sacred the kitchen—any kitchen—is for him, as well as the whole process of meal prepping. They're just baking cookies, from what you can see over Carmy's broad back, flour everywhere, and he uses the softest voice on her: "You make a ball from the dough, that's right. Well done, chef," and "You got it, darling," and "Good job, good girl," followed by a high-five, your daughter giggling, clearly proud of herself.

That night, you ask Carmy to stay - the first time while your daugher is at home too - and he agrees, with a soft smile and a chaste kiss to your temple. You're a bit apprehensive about having sex, anxious about your little one overhearing something or waking up in the middle of it, but at the end it's you who asks Carmen for it. You beg him with your eyes, your hands and mouth, and who's he to say 'no'? The day had been emotional and the remaints of it hang between you as he fucks you on your back, staring into your soul, reaching there with his cock too. You're kinda trying to hurry up, Carmy thrusting into you with sharp movements that make you gasp out puffs of air between the two of you. He leans in to whisper into your ear "You're taking it so well, you would take my load so well, would you want another baby, hm?" His words surprise you and make you so hot that you come with a startle the next second.

Fuck, Carmy Berzzato wants a kid with you?

[celestoria]

haiii could i request 8, 24 & 6 with ayato for the event? congratulations on your milestone!

Tags: dumbification, dacryphillia, thigh riding, CEO!ayato x idol!reader

Do not interact if you are 17 or below (17+)

Ayato was never the type to be fond of going to lively parties but mustered up the energy to go to one knowing how much this party meant for his colleagues while saying his attendance as professionally going for unprofessional manners. He would often find himself making his way to his car since he wanted to leave as soon as possible, knowing he has to go back to work early in the morning since, naturally, a company needs its CEO. Until you bumped into him by the patio.

Was it wrong for Ayato to ditch the exclusive pool party for the rich and famous hosted by one of his closest business partners to fuck you in one of their guest bedrooms? Truth be told, he couldn’t care less.

The heavy bass music of the club boomed through the brick walls of a private room as you two made out. Your nude body perched up on Ayato’s bare lap as he sucked on your breasts and your hands loosely clasped on his broad shoulders to keep yourself balanced on him.

A giggle escaped him, his lips forming a smile while pulling away from your body. Not only are you such an obedient girl who could stay still for him, but your moans are so insatiable that he’d prefer hearing them over and over again rather than engage in pointless conversations with other celebrities.

Anticipation rushed through you as you craved for his touch. Your empty cunt clenched on itself, desperate for him to just make a move on you rather than sitting there and teasing you.

“You want me to just ravage that body of yours, hm?” he hummed as if he was reading your mind. “All right then. Show me that you deserved it,” he said once you gave a nod and his hands glided down to your waist.

You blushed, uncertain about what you want to do just to make him as needy as you are for him. Soon after, everything became clear with what he wanted you to do—the slit of your cunt perfectly aligned with the curve of his thigh alongside his tight hold on your body.

A pair of puffed-up lips latched on to kiss him, leading your taste to mix in with his as your tongues swirled. Your body rocked on his thigh brushing your clit hard enough to make your mewl, but not enough to make you cum. Ayato relished every moment you sigh his name whenever you pull apart, seducing him to just give you what you want then and there.

Since when did he get so weak? Easily giving up just to get a bit of friction as he flips you over. The duvet sheets surround you with their fluff while Ayato towered over your body, fumbling with the string of his boxers just to get it off him.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, my dear,” he grunts, probing his hardened dick into your entrance. “Ugh-, cuz we aren’t stopping until you’re sick of me.”

Ayato was a man of his word, and he had no intention of backing out right when there was so much lust pent up in him. Orgasm after orgasm, he never fails to make you think that you were going to break if he doesn’t stop. His movements only got harsher and rougher whenever you started another round of mercilessly ramming you.

You panted out his name over and over again as glitter-stained tears rolled down your cheeks leaving a trail that makes your face glow even more. Words falter whenever you try to articulate your thoughts. Sweat coated your tired body and the rubbing sensation inside you turned into pleasurable pain.

His back, red from your nails scratching and digging into him, began to get sore due to his debaucherous greed. To think of a woman he just met made him feel ways he swore he has never felt before. Either you’re a temptress with a voice of an angel, or he’s simply enchanted by your charm, Ayato refuses to let you go.

Your leg, visibly trembling, hooked over his shoulder as your hips kept on colliding. Despite begging for a break, the way he hits your spots perfectly felt so addictive. You were unsure if you could leave that party like nothing happened and you know you’d be sore once the morning comes, however, that mattered very little for you when every time your back arches while fireworks explode in your core

“Just a little more,” Ayato said, his moves beginning to be a little more sluggish as he trades speed for depth to make sure he’s filling you up with his dick as much as he can before he passes out.

Never feeling this raw since tonight, your body spasmed as an overwhelming sensation of bliss peaked in you before you were left trembling when Ayato pumped his length in you one last time. His body collapsed on top of you, and his flushed face buried in your chest as he breathed in your scent. Your walls still continued to squeezed around him due to his refusal to move after all that has happened within the four walls that surround you.

Ayato notices you are starting to fall asleep due to fatigue. He laughed to himself. Did he go that far, huh? It didn’t matter. The night was young and the event was far from over.

He pulls out his dick, twitching from being highly sensitive. “Get all the rest you’ll need,” he said, tucking you in to get a decent amount of sleep. “You can ensure that I will be here right by your side when the party is going to end and I’ll personally accompany you back to where you live.”

The party continued without the host’s most honored guest and their most famous invitee present by the pool, but he knew the two of you had the most fun out of all.

[blackdollette]

ok I have a really good one that I don’t think you’ve done before. The reader and euronymous having an argument at a party and she storms off and when he finds her to apologise she starts crying and he continues to apologise and comfort her🤭🤞🏼

ohhh i love angsty stuff 🤭

"remember how we used to party up all night?" | euronymous

this is what makes us girls. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1988 (buckle up yall. this ones a whole novel)

contents: slight implications of rape, violence, blood. please dont read if uncomfortable!!

you felt eyes travelling and up down your body as you and euronymous made your way into the jam-packed house. music was blaring along with lights that were bright enough to blind an unsuspecting victim. the atmosphere had changed the instant you walked through the door. you couldn't tell if it was because of the uncomfortably short dress he’d made you wear tonight or the fact you were the only girl at the party, making you the perfect target.

euronymous dragged you by the arm as he pushed through clumps of people who all had their eyes on you. you’d learned the hard way that there are good and bad types of attention, and this type wasn't making you feel too great. lustful stares followed your trail as euronymous sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. the dress travelled up your thighs, catching the attention of those nearby. a few burst into a fit of laughter and cheers, causing a sick feeling to start brewing in your gut.

you shuffled off of his lap, sitting on the couch beside him. you hid your face as you pulled the dress back down, grabbing a pillow to prevent any further incidents. euronymous shot you a glare as you climbed off of his lap. he enjoyed showing others that you were his, but sometimes it just felt like you were a doll that he took around so his friends could gawk at you. you couldnt help but feel exploited whenever you were in this type of situation. but even worse, you felt like it was all his fault.

you turned away from his glare, shifting nervously in your seat. euronymous shifted his attention from you, trying to ignore your attitude. you had been acting out all night and he didnt like it one bit. he often thought back to the earlier times of your relationship when you followed his orders like a little dog. you were becoming more resistant, and he knew that he had no power to stop you. he looked at you through the corner of his eye, watching you shift in your seat. you looked uncomfortable and as much as he wanted to hold you in his arms at this moment, it was you that had pushed yourself off of him.

the stares from all around the room only grew more intense as time passed. there was a horror flick on the black and white TV in the corner of the room, but you were a much more attractive sight at the moment. you kept your head down, not wanting to catch any of the predatory stares coming in your direction. euronymous had brought you here for a good time, but he knew he wasn't getting that out of you tonight. the sickness in your stomach spread as you felt the people watching you like you were on display.

euronymous nudged you with his shoulder, not looking directly at you. you looked up a little, wondering if he’d noticed all the bright signs and wanted to take you home for the rest of the night. his gaze met yours, but it was cold and bitter. “grab me a beer.” he muttered under his breath so you could barely hear him. as you began to stand up, he snatched the pillow off your lap, his face beginning to contort with anger. “now!” his voice was loud enough to catch the attention of a few more people.

you froze on the spot as things went quiet for a fraction of a second. you took a deep breath and turned around, starting to make your way to the kitchen. you pushed through the congregated group of people, trying your best not to touch any of them. a few whistles caught your ear and you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. still, you walked into the kitchen, scanning the area for where the drinks were. there were two guys there and you recognized them at first glance. both were members of euro’s band, and you’d had troubling encounters with both of them in a not so distant past.

you hands began to tremble as your feet travelled in that direction without your brain’s command. they were involved in some conversation that prevented them from noticing you until you were about two feet away. “ ‘scuse me…” your voice was quiet and shaky, but your quiet squeak was all it took for their attention to shift to you. a sickening grin spread across they’re faces. “well long time no see, doll…” his eyes subconsciously scanned your body. their gazes were lust-filled and were radiating with bad intentions. 

you sighed and brushed past them, reaching for a bottle of beer from the rack behind them. you stretched to grab one, but your motions were stopped when you felt a two pairs of hands grabbing your hips. your and mind seemed to disconnect, leaving you completely frozen. you heard a quiet chuckle from the other man. “it’s been quite a while since your special night with us… i must say, i’ve really missed this ass of yours.” a band inside your mind snapped. you grabbed a beer-filled glass bottle and closed your eyes as you swung aimlessly behind you.

the bottle hit something hard. it wasn't until you heard a pained cry that you knew that you’d hit your target. the other man watched as blood streamed down his face from his nose. his face was flushed red with an unearthly amount of rage. in a flash, you felt his hard hand make quick contact with your face, the slap sound echoing through the kitchen. you fell to the ground, the power of the slap being enough to literally knock you off your feet.

you saw that he was planning to strike you a second time, so you quickly crawled away from the area as the pained screams grew louder. you felt your knees and palms bursting with sparks of pain as you knelt on the shards of broken glass. once you’d gotten out of their sight, you stumbled out of the kitchen, tears starting to stream down your face. a crowd had gathered in the kitchen by now as the noise grew louder.

you saw euronymous who was standing by the couch and looking slightly puzzled. you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as a few choked sobs escaped from you. he had never been the affectionate type but at this moment he was even colder than usual. he shot you a glare, like he was saying that whatever was going on, it was all your fault. “what the hell happened in there?! all i asked was for you to grab me a fucking beer!” you looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. you voice came out in short gasps. “t-they were gonna hurt me… i had to do something..!” 

you tried to plead with him, but you saw as his expression hardened with every word you said. it was like he had completely convinced himself that you were completely at fault here. he glanced down, seeing the blood that was dripping down your legs and hands. he sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he was trying to reason with a child. “go get yourself cleaned up so we can get out of here. before anyone sees what a mess you’ve made.” a pained look flickered across your face.

“y-you really think this is all my fault, huh?” your voice broke midway through the sentence. euronymous scoffs, “you’re seriously gonna play the victim here?! i know who my friends are. and i know you. so if im being honest, i’d say that you’ve ruined this night for everyone.” you stand there, completely stunned. he rolls his eyes and you feel your heart tear into two. “what, cant handle the truth? sorry doll, but one of these days you’re gonna have to learn not to bitch out whenever something doesn't go your way.” 

his bitter voice pierces through the layers of your heart. though you tried to fight it, you couldn't stop the tears from rapidly streaming down your face as your entire body started to ache with fatigue. “drop dead, you bastard. i never want to see you again.” and with that, you took off, running out of the house and running down the street with no place to go in mind. you’d caught a glimpse of his face before you left. his expression was a mix of deep hurt and pure shock. you tried to delete the image from your mind, but the look of his heart breaking right there made you realize how severe the situation had become.

pain tugged at your heart strings as your silent sobs caused tears to fall down your cheeks. it was pitch black outside, and the only thing in sight was a bus stop a little while away. you carried yourself over there, setting yourself on the bench as the night sky began to drizzle. you sighed, looking outside and realizing what a mess your relationship had become. you buried your head in your hands, weeping silently at the lonely bus stop.

time became elastic, leaving you with no clue of how long you had been there. you felt a wave of drowsiness starting to hit you, but the pain you were feeling to too much for you to relax. dark shadows appeared on the streets, an eerie glow dusting over the sidewalks. you were trapped in your daze, it finally breaking when you felt a cold, soft material being draped over your shoulders. you jumped at the feeling, knowing that you were too weak to fight with anyone. you slowly looked up, seeing a dark figure whos silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight.

euronymous’ pale face came into sight, his usually cold and guarded eyes having traces of vulnerability in them. then you realized that they were tears. the lord of chaos himself was crying. “may i..?” his voice came out as a squeaky croak. you simply nodded, not wanting to speak to him until you knew what his intentions were at this moment. he sat down with a sigh, starting to fidget with his thumbs as he avoided eye contact with you. his eyes slowly travelled up, carefully meeting yours. you could see by now that he had been crying a lot. his disheveled state revealed that he had been looking for you ever since you left.

he wiped his tears away before pulling your body into his, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. when he spoke, he sounded like a small child pleading for forgiveness. “i-im so sorry… i didnt mean to hurt you.” a sob escapes from his lips as he continues to get his words out. “i really dont wanna lose you. you’re the best thing that’s even happened to me, and i couldnt imagine what i’d do if anything ever happened to you.”

he put his head in your shoulder, silently sobbing into it as he managed to get his last statement out. “i love you more than anything…” he lifted his head up, trying his best to contain the rest of his tears. you managed to get a tiny smile out of yourself, which he mirrored immediately. he looked down at your bruised body. “look at you, doll. you must be freezing.” he wrapped you up in his leather jacket. “let’s get you home so we can fix you all up.” he shakily stood up from the seat.

you stand up too, swaying on your feet slightly. he notices that you’re slightly disoriented, so he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style. “i love you so much. i promise to never hurt you like that again. i swear it.” with that, he planted a tender kiss on your forehead and started carrying you into the night, taking you home.

author's note: im so sorry yall. this one's rlly intense 😭 and its rlly long. yall should lemme know if i should just keep going with my shorter fics. thank you :))

[princesssmars]

trephacard with a witch reader hcs !!

the three vampire slayers maybe found you when hunting down a rogue vampire themselves, arriving at the location of the vamp just to see you walking out with a few scratches on you, ready to go again as soon as your eyes land on alucard.

it was like love at first fight sight. it takes you a bit long to take care of alucard and trevor while fighting, the two men preferring to fight up close. but you're met with a welcome challenge when sypha starts deflecting your moves back at you. the two men are stood in shock when the two of you started complimenting each others tactics mid fight.

trevor was already tired of being the only human in the relationship and it intensifies when you join the relationship sadly.

he sometimes feels left out when the three of you are talking about some old forgotten form of magic or a tome you found in a recent adventure.

but just reassure him that hes amazing and skilled in so much that the rest of you dont know and he'll be fine. throw in a few sweet words too bc i know hes a sucker for words of affirmation even if he likes to act like hes not <3.

including him in your daily witchy behaviors will also go a long way, asking him to be your little helper as you brew a simple remedy for one of the sick kids in the village or coming with you to collect some fresh water for your cauldron that he loves to tease you for.

speaking of sypha she loves having someone who can also do magic like hers to talk to, constantly going over spells, sparring, and talking about your different magical backgrounds.

she loves learning so expect for her to force you to go with her through all of the tomes based on witches and mages in draculas library and the belmont hold. you cant even count on your hands how many times youve pulled all nighters with her and fell asleep on each other with reading a book.

loves using both of yours abilities to wreak playfup havoc, lets say if you have telekinesis she convinces you to move about objects in the middle of the night through random parts of the castle. the amount of times youve heard trevor scream is golden.

(you stopped when he brought up how the castle literally could be haunted by dracula himself, but you only switched up the ways youd prank him.)

alucard was a bit nervous around you after your first encounter, knowing you would be on edge around him seeing as he was a dhampir. but because of his half vamoure status, and also being the son of probably the most renowned vampire ever, hes very wise for being so young, and he lets his expertise come out in different ways, like telling you the history of a dish youre trying to prepare for all four of you or the cultural origins of a tune you were humming.

if you are already super powerful/strong at the time of meeting him then he will gladly play but also actually fight with you whenever youd like, eventually having to move the fights to a clearing a ways away from the castle so you dont break anything.

sometimes alucard doesnt feel like being violent though, so he asks you to join him for patrol/walks around the surrounding forest. sometimes you talk for hours straight and others neither of you said a word, but its perfect either way.

just something short to get out before my full length poly trephacard x witch reader fic comes out soon woopee.

[soleilnomoon]

nsfw where y/n accidentally eats an aphrodisiac but zoro doesn't understand what's going on and he just wants to train in peace (but in the end he gives in please)

ahh so sorry this took forever, ty ty for your patience 😊💛 i do love disrupting zoro's peace with nonsense & i had fun writing it; i hope you enjoy <3

2.7k words, fem reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+, mdni; a bit of angst, there's some fluff if you pretend that zoro not choking her is fluff, smut shenanigans; feat. zoro being a lil mean (he's a petty bitch when he's jealous im sry), reader being dense and pouty and ridiculous, a wild sanji appears! other cute things like: pussy slapping, oral (f receiving), fingering, yk the vibes.

the last thing you remember, is a small, obnoxious voice in the back of your head saying don’t do it; but the thing is, once you’re told not to do something, you feel that much more inclined to see it all through. it’s sound logic in your opinion, one that you employ whenever — and, more importantly, wherever — you can.

except this time around, you fuck up in a slightly irreparable way.

from an outdated catalog, you order what you assume is an herbal tea to help with sea sickness among other various ailments. and while you can’t exactly pronounce or read most of the names on the ingredients list, you assume that it will be remotely harmless. it’s tea, after all. so, imagine your surprise — once the water is boiled, once the bag has been steeped, once the hot liquid settles in your stomach — when it feels like everything has stared to slow down around you. something shifts inside of you, suddenly it feels as if your body’s been transformed into a gelatinous thing, your organs bouncing against one another, your legs nearly give out when you try to stand up.

naturally, you feel a little off.

it starts again with a small itch underneath your skin; no matter what you do, no matter where you scratch, the itch remains — spreading all over your body, making you wholly too sensitive to touch, which is a fucking shame as your crew mates are always touching one another in some way. you’re not exempt from that, although today you do your best to keep your distance, finding it rather difficult to let anyone’s touch linger for longer than a moment. in the middle of the day, during your quest to avoid your crew mates, you run into sanji — or collide more like — and he reaches out to steady you, as if it’s a regular occurrence for him. which, it is, but that’s not the damn point right now.

you’re in the middle of a crisis.

he grips your shoulders firmly, lips set into a straight line as he checks you over; once he’s satisfied, his playfulness comes back. “where are you running off to?” you choke out a small laugh, one that makes you look less panicked and more like your usual self. he has absolutely no idea that you really do need to run away from him, and you maybe feel a little bad that you’re lying to him — however, in your defense, you’re certain that if you don’t find a way to alleviate that bothersome ache in between your legs, you’ll riot. now, normally, that extreme way of thinking would be cause for concern, but given the circumstances, you’ll forgive yourself for this transgression.

sanji raises a brow at the way you can’t seem to stop fidgeting, your snap your fingers quietly, almost as if you’re trying to ground yourself. he’s unsure why you would feel the need to do that, but he doesn’t press the issue. “i haven’t seen you all day.” his words are harmless, you know that, but he carefully drizzles them onto your skin — slow-moving, honeyed, potentially life-ruining — and they bring an inescapable heat to your body. your self-preservation is practically nonexistent right now; and you know that if you’re not careful, you’ll cross a line and may not survive in the end.

you’re sure this must be some punishment for a crime you committed in a previous life, because it makes absolutely no sense why his hands sliding down your arms makes you want to—

“nowhere,” you blurt out suddenly, cheeks deeply flushed as you shimmy out of his hold, “i’ll… talk to you later.” your words are rushed and jumbled, but you’re beyond caring; you work your legs as fast as you can, hoping sanji won’t think to follow after you. if you had better sense, you wouldn’t have drank the tea without properly investigating it first; but you’re foolish, so very, damn foolish.

something hot rolls over you, making it difficult to think straight; without realizing, your feet take you to the very last person you should be around right now.

everyone knows that when zoro’s training, he’s not to be bothered unless absolutely necessary; yet there you are, disrupting his focus. typical. you pop up behind him breathless, throat dry, chest heaving as if you can’t quite catch your breath — everything about you is clumsy and loud, so he sighs when he turns around to face you.

“what is it?”

you blink slowly and absently lick your lips; his question lingers in the air and circles around you — a solemn vulture, ready to tend to the dead. while normally a lush, vibrant place, your mind goes blank. zoro narrows his eye at you and your newfound silence. it’s suspicious, really — you’re a chatterbox, one that he constantly tells to shut up, albeit this is mostly done out of affection from him — so he’s unsure if this is a trick on your part, but he refuses to participate.

“make it quick, i need to get back to training.”

despite knowing that he really does want you to hurry up, you can’t bring yourself to say anything. not out of fear of upsetting him, but because you’re not sure how he’d react to you telling him the truth. clenching your teeth, you consider your options, rocking a bit on your heels as you look around; again, he thinks you’re being strange and refuses to beat around the damn bush any longer.

“spit it out,” he says gruffly, annoyance buzzing around inside of him. he’s trying to remain as patient as he can, but you’re taking too long and if he lets you have your way, he’ll be standing there all day waiting.

“okay, okay,” you squeak, voice lowering as if you’re afraid of someone hearing you, “there’s something wrong with me.” the words tumble out of your mouth faster than you can manage, making you stutter over them, further confusing the thick-skulled swordsman before you. his frown deepens, and he prompts you to repeat yourself. slowly.

it's his turn to blink at you stupidly. “why would you drink it without knowing what it would do—”

you let out a strangled noise, frustration piling onto your chest the more you talk about this. “i get it, i messed up, can you just help me out?” the flush hasn’t left your cheeks if anything it burns so badly that you refuse to keep eye contact. because the longer you stand near him, the more you struggle with keeping your hands to yourself; the longer he looks at you, the more you want him to see all of you. with a sigh, you explain all of the things that happened to you — in detail, since he insisted and you’re too wound up to fight him on it — which leads him to understand that the tea you drank contained an aphrodisiac of sorts.

why else would the idiot cook even seem remotely interesting to you if that wasn’t the case?

it’s not out of jealousy, he tells himself as he places his swords down carefully; but maybe a part of him likes that you came to him instead of anyone else. he refuses to give it a name and won’t think about this any harder than he already has; he has a feeling that if he lets it fester, it’ll turn him into a lovesick fool — like sanji — and there’s no coming back from that.

somewhere in between his sly smiles and teasing comments, zoro’s presses you against the wall, mouth every bit as sinful as it is disrespectful when he drops a playful kiss on your lips. he’s testing the waters — to see how much you can take before you implode; unfortunately, his experiment is short-lived, you’re already pulling him back, annoyed with his games. you almost tell him to fuck off, but you need him — and you refuse to keep on suffering like this by yourself. your lips are on his rather quickly, soft and eager, tongue flicking against his bottom lip before slipping inside of his mouth.

kissing zoro is a risky endeavor; it’s all-consuming, dizzying, and electrifying at the same damn time. if anyone were to ask you what year or century it was, you wouldn’t have an answer for them. not one that makes any sense, at least. when he slips a hand into your shorts, you turn into putty. your panties soaked, arousal clinging to your skin when he pulls the fabric aside. you should feel mortified at the startled cry you let out when he strokes down your slit, fingers thick and rough, hips rolling forward as you try to tell him to hurry it up. he chuckles at your impatience, which only makes him want to tease you more, but he understands that you’re in a precarious situation — one he’s set on solving right away.

“i know,” he says against your ear, goosebumps prancing along your arms when his fingers rub circles on your pussy, “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” you want to ask him what he means by that, but by the time the question forms in your head and travels to your mouth, zoro’s pulled off your shorts and panties before boldly thrusting his fingers inside of you. with trembling legs, you cling onto his shoulders, press your face against his chest as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole. the moan you let out is loud enough to rouse the dead —which only encourages zoro to pump his thick fingers faster. he enjoys the way you can’t stop whimpering, and the way that you squeeze around his fingers; that level of desperation arouses him, but he ignores the growing bulge in his pants to take care of you first.

something tells you to keep your voice down, but with how fast zoro’s fingers are fucking you, it’s damn near impossible. and when you place a hand over your mouth to silence yourself, he slaps your pussy in retaliation. you stare at him incredulously, stumbling over your words, hating the way your hips bucked from the force of the slap. zoro, in turn, gives you a dark look, one that fizzles out whatever smartass remark you were ready to give him.

you’re not sure what possesses you, but when he thrusts his fingers back inside of your pussy, thumb rubbing firm circles around your throbbing clit, your head spins, making you say something ridiculous. “s-sanji would’ve nev—” he swallows the rest of your words when he kisses you roughly, teeth tugging on your plump lip. his tongue is commanding, stroking yours with such familiarity that you have to remind yourself that this is real. the kiss is more sensual than necessary, making you forget your point altogether. he knows the only reason why you mentioned the cook is to rile him up, and while it did work, he refuses to let any it fuel his jealousy. he has things to do today, after all.

“if you wanted the damn cook so bad, why did you come to me?” his voice is gravelly and husky, a dangerous combination for you given your current state. you want to tell him that you don’t want sanji, that you want him, but you’re also quite childish and petty at the most inconvenient times. you know, you know, you know. you’ll work on it one day. possibly. he doesn’t expect an answer out of you, especially when he drags his tongue down the length of your neck, nipping and biting your soft skin. you know that once he’s through with you, you won’t be able to face the others for a while.

by the time he inserts a third finger, your skin is littered with dark red marks and his hand is coated in your slick arousal; it trickles slowly with some of your wetness spilling onto his wrist. and since he’s so damn chivalrous, he holds you steady as you thrash against him, hips bucking wildly as you moan his name loudly. you’d forgotten that you were committed to keeping quiet, but with zoro you tend to be louder than necessary. he loves it though; his smirk is proof enough. he pulls his fingers away, much to your disappointment; you pout, grab onto his arms, and ask him why. grinning slyly, he tells you to watch your mouth and kneels before you.

zoro grabs your leg and drapes it over his shoulder, his tongue running flat along your slit, giving your pussy a long lick before dipping inside. you thread your fingers through his short, messy hair, grab the strands roughly, moaning louder, breath coming out in shallow puffs as he devours your pussy. you’ve never known zoro to be a messy eater in general, but the way he messily slurps and licks, flicking his tongue against your clit hard, making you tense and shriek. you’re sure everyone’s heard you by now, but you’ve lost the capacity to care — not while zoro’s eating your pussy like it’s the only meal he’ll consume for a long time. he should probably ease up, and almost considers it until he remembers that you brought up sanji and what he wouldn’t or would do with you.

he slips a finger inside of your needy hole as his tongue circles around your clit. you know you won’t last longer at this rate — it’s a miracle you lasted this long anyway — but he starts sucking on your clit hard and you lose the remainder of your sanity. the orgasm claims most of your life, and your voice is incredibly hoarse by the end of it. zoro works you through the orgasm, finger pumping in and out swiftly, his tongue flicking your clit repeatedly, which only prolongs things. your wetness drips onto his chin, some of it landing on the floor. you’re so embarrassed by it all — by the shameless way you rode his face, by how needy he makes you feel without even trying — and you’d hide your face if zoro wasn’t so busy ruining your life.

“zoro,” you say softly, feeling weak but you still manage to yank on his hair hard enough to catch his attention. when he finally does pull back, he takes a breath and licks your arousal from his lips. he knows that sooner or later he’ll have to take care of his erection — it presses against the front of his pants painfully, and it takes everything in him to just walk away from you — but he’s not done training and he’s wasted enough time as is. you know you shouldn’t ask for more, but the desire to seek him out later grows stronger by the minute. you watch him for a moment, admire the broadness of his shoulders, the thickness of his arms, until you remember that you’re half-naked and that anyone can come in and see you like that.

your embarrassment nearly triples as you trip over yourself trying to get dressed again; your hands shake and your legs can barely hold you up, but you can’t let him see just how much he affects you. you whisper a soft, thank you before taking off. you still feel his lips and hands on your body, and you feel like you’re being burned alive. despite finally finding relief, a different ache plagues you, crawls around your lower abdomen and throbs so much that you decide to sleep the rest of the day away.

with his back turned, he can pretend that he’s composed, even though he’s everything but — he knows there’s no way he can go back to training after he had his fingers and mouth in your cunt. if he were the poetic sort, he’d say it was the highlight of his month, but thankfully he’s not. still, it doesn’t stop him from looking over his shoulder, watching the way you scurry off, hips swaying, ass even more appealing the longer he stares at it. when you’re finally out of sight, he lets out a defeated sigh, internally berating himself for getting too carried away. if he had more discipline, he’d have been able to resist you more — or, that’s the lie he’s going to tell himself until he starts believing it.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly. 

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school. 

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation. 

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training. 

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face. 

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her. 

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet. 

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least. 

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen. 

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers. 

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again. 

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her. 

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you. 

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.” 

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit. 

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.” 

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!” 

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends. 

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all  you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you. 

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared. 

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm. 

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door. 

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks. 

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are. 

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh. 

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know. 

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober. 

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you. 

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.” 

“Right, sounds good.” 

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side. 

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway. 

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies. 

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist. 

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door. 

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door. 

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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[general-dweebous]

Things I daydream about when thinking of Gale Dekarios, the wizard of waterdeep

(This is sort of a long one.. and yet there’s always more)

• Personally I’d be taking so many photos of him- typically candid, catching him reading or eating or admiring something. Half of them would end up being photos of him catching me taking pictures, laughing or blushing and trying to cover the camera

• To follow up with that thought: He’d be one to take it from you and start taking photos of you, or when you ask him to take a picture of you somewhere he’s always muttering praises with each click, very “you put the stars to shame” of him

• Swapping hair ties / hair clips randomly, or letting him borrow a claw clip when he forgets his hair tie, which just leads to making him smile and blush as you shower him with praises about how cute he looks

• Gale helping me with my hair, pulling it back into a bun like his when I’m frustrated that it looks wrong. He’d be so calm and soothing, catching your eye in the mirror as he slips his extra hair tie around the bun. “You can keep that one, I have more than a wizard could use in one lifetime. Though I will try..”

• Gale laying on his back on a couch or daybed, his head resting on your lap as you play with his hair- running your fingers through as he nearly falls asleep. You can always tell when he will, as his ramblings slowly start to space-out, losing his train of thought, before he drifts off.

• Hugs from behind always being paired with either sweet comments and neck kisses, or filthy whispers of his desires and teases- “I love when you’re in my arms,” he’d hum, “but I love it more when I’m between your thighs” he’d whisper into your ear with that infamous smirk.

• He always goes overboard when you’re sick- making soup, tucking you into bed with various blankets, making you tea, offering to conjure anything to make sure you’re comfortable and cozy, even if it’s just a cold

• Whenever you need to talk about your day or something troubling you, he sits and genuinely listens to every word. Checking in to ask if you just need him to listen, or if you want input.

• I feel as though he’d be happy to partake in a calming bath together- using magic to light dozens of candles in the bathroom, soft music playing, the bath filling with flowers and somehow consistently the perfect temperature.

• Gifting him a book he’s been talking about or you know he would like, put slipping a naughty photo just for him between the pages, telling him which page to turn to and watching his cheeks flush a bright red.

Ok this was long enough but basically I can’t stop thinking about this goofy wizard man