#i think their sl skins go together really well!

[widows-alliance-but-everywhere]

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey!! i was wondering if you could write a oneshot of larissa or melissa (whatever you think is best) where badicslly r and them literally despise eachother bc they got started off on the wrong foot and every interaction between them has just gone south, but r and larissa or mel find eachother extremely attractive, and then basically someone in the school told them that r is actually in love with them. and basically after that they get into another heated argument and they pull out the “it’s not my fault you’re in love with me” or something along those lines and r denies it ofc and then after that they like kiss n maybe some angry smut if you’re alright with that.

so sorry if this is too specific or you just don’t wanna write it lmfao 😭 TYSM!!

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It Ain’t My Fault ~Dom!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Enemies to Lovers AU, where Melissa and Reader have never gotten along. The tension between them finally snaps… What will happen…? Anon Response— Thank you for the detailed request, anon!! I hope this finds you well. I had fun writing this little smut piece for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, eating out, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers, fighting, love confessions, screaming/yelling, dominance, light dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Well It’s not my fault you’re in love with me—!!” Melissa shrieked.

Her classroom suddenly felt too hot and far too cramped, even though it was only the two of you. Your breath hitched and you stepped back slightly.

The two of you had been known to get into yelling matches, and the staff was quick to banish the two of you from the lounge if you felt like going at it. You didn’t even remember what this fight was originally about. You just didn’t get along. Never had. Ever since you had arrived at Abbott, Melissa always undermined you. It drove you insane, how she got under your skin. For Melissa, she could stand you either. You were just so annoying. So young and naive, so quick to disregard and disrespect authority. Neither of you would ever want to admit that you found the other attractive.

“Excuse me…??” You finally spat, coming back to reality from the brief stun.

“You heard me…!” She cocked, placing her hands on her hips and swiveling her head tauntingly.

“I am not in love with you—!” You exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

Melissa grinned wickedly and sauntered up towards you. You instinctually began to back up until the back of your legs hit the edge of her desk. Your breath hitched again as the older woman now stood right in front of you.

“Barb says otherwise, and Barb is always right.” She purred condescendingly, tilted her head slightly and staring you down.

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You uncross your arms and lean back a little on the desk, trying to get away from her intense presence.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stammer.

“Fine, then prove it.” She quips, cocking her brow at you.

A challenge is something you can do.

“Ok, try me.” You immediately shoot back.

Melissa smirks and steps just a bit closer, so that her body is almost flush against you but not quite yet.

“Kiss me.”

You nearly choke on your own air, as your face flushes a deep red.

“I… sorry what..??” You choke out.

“Kiss me.” Melissa repeats as if it’s nothing, with a shrug, “Just once.”

“And what’s that going to prove…??” You defensively shot.

She raised her brow.

“You chicken?”

You immediately growled at her words. If there was anything you hated, it was being called incompetent and a coward. And Melissa loved to taunt you with both.

“Shut up.” You growled, before grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and smashing your lips together.

Melissa immediately groaned into the kiss. You really thought that you’d be able to prove your lack of love with this, but you were so wrong. The second you felt her lips, you were hooked. The kiss went from a peck to a sloppy mess in a matter of seconds, and neither one of you minded. You let out a breathy moan as her tongue slid into your mouth.

Her hands snaked around your sides, effectively pinning you to her desk. Yours held the back of her neck, as the other slid to her ass, pulling her flush against you while graciously squeezing her rear. This action made Melissa groan into the kiss once more, which only sent increasing sparks of arousal throughout your body.

After a minute, you both had to pull away, breathless. But the woman still kept you pinned to the edge of the desk by your hips. Her hold on you was bruising and dizzying, as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Melissa looked quite pleased with herself for having kissed you breathless.

When you finally met her eye, you knew she had won. The dark flicker of lustful dominance was something you couldn’t help but fold to. You allowed the woman the hoist you up on the edge of her desk, you allowed her mouth to wander along your exposed skin. You allowed her to take your tits and cunt out, to call you deliciously derogatory names as she sucked and bit at your nipples. You allowed her to shove her fingers into your mouth as a way to keep you quiet as she sucked on your pearl and explored your juicy folds. You allowed her to completely take control. And in return, she allowed you to cum.

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[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Tease

Just Gale being a total freak. Gale x F!Tav, blood, spice, etc.

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'I wanna see your animal side, let it all out, I wanna see the dirt under your skin, I need your broken promises.' - Death Valley, Fall Out Boy

Tav stood in the middle of the ruined landscape, taking heaving gulps of air. The shadows that had attacked them had disappeared in bursts of sickly green and they pressed on to the muted moonglow in the distance. One of the beseiged harpers had pointed it out, snapping that they should run for it if she perished. Tav led the group, barely thinking as they made their presence known and chose a camping spot away from the inn. Why they were not permitted to be inside she didn’t know, though she had an inkling there was little room for them.

The darkness had the unfortunate affect of making the air feel like a winter’s night; she shivered even as she built up a sweat helping everyone with their shelters. Gale appeared distracted- not unlike him, certainly, though he seemed a little more intense than usual.

‘Cold, Tav?’ said Karlach good naturedly as they passed each other. She carried a stack of dead wood under each arm. ‘We’ll have a fire going soon as. Where’s our rogue got to?’

‘Hunting, most like,’ said Halsin, bumping shoulders with Tav and almost sending her sprawling. ‘Oops! Sorry.’ He steadied her with a hand on her shoulder. ‘Silvanus knows what he’d eat out here, though.’ His eyes glittered impishly. ‘Unless you’ve been feeding him of course.’

‘Oh, behave,’ said Tav, blushing. ‘That was once.’

‘And where did Gale go?’

‘Huh?’ Tav scanned the campsite. Though his tent was set up, the wizard was nowhere to be seen. ‘I saw him a minute ago. He’s probably getting supplies for dinner?’ She sighed. ‘I’ll take a look. But there better be a fire going when I come back, it’s freezing.’

‘Relax,’ said Shadowheart, rolling her eyes. ‘I don’t know why you’re all so whiny. I feel fine.’

‘You would,’ shot Wyll. ‘This is Shar’s work, after all.’

‘Okay,’ said Tav. ‘I’ll leave you to your sniping. I’ll find the wizard. We’ll starve without him.’

‘Hey, I can cook,’ said Wyll, pouting a little as Tav turned her back and trudged off into the dark.

‘Gale?’ she called. ‘Everyone’s looking for you!’ He can’t have gone far. She misty stepped, walked a little further, scanning. ‘Gale!’ She was well away from camp now, clear on the other side of the lake.

‘Always one for walking into trouble, aren’t you?’ said a voice in her ear.

‘Gale? What the fuck?’ Her head whipped to the side, heartbeat picking up. ‘Why are you invisible?’ Stupid wizard.

‘I don’t want a search party looking for me,’ he said. His breath was hot on her ear. ‘Just you.’

‘Why?’ she asked, drawing the word out. ‘We need you back at camp, and-’

‘I wanted us to be alone.’

The cogs were turning in Tav’s head. ‘Hang on,’ she said slowly. ‘Is this about- about-’

‘Oh Tav, don’t play coy,’ he crooned. ‘I know you find this all as thrilling as I do. Now I admit,’ he said, sounding a little more like himself, ‘that I got a little tongue-tied. A little flustered. But now I think I can say what I want to say, knowing nobody but the one intended will hear it. But,’ he said, ‘perhaps it can wait. You’re so cold. We can’t have that…’

‘Turn visible, coward,’ said Tav, giggling. Gooseprickles rose on the back of her neck.

A snap and he was there in front of her, robes looking much the worse for wear, his face spattered with blood. ‘Dear me,’ he said. ‘You’re practically covered in blood and guts. Time for a bath?’ He tilted his head, smirked. His eyes were blazing.

‘You are too,’ she said boldly, gesturing. ‘Arterial, by the look of it. That’ll really mess up your hair if you’re not careful.’

Gale lunged forward, grabbing her face and smashing their lips together in a mess of tongue and teeth. She tasted blood and sweat on his lips, metal and salt. Groaning into her mouth he pulled at a slash in her robes and rended the fabric even further, mouth falling to the exposed skin of her shoulder to suck a bruise into her flesh. Her breathing stuttered and he hummed against her skin, dragging his teeth a little to pull a whimper from her. ‘Hnnngh, more of that,’ he said, kissing her mouth again.

‘What’s gotten into you?’ she gasped when he pulled away again to mark her neck. ‘I thought you couldn’t-’ she hissed as he dug his fingers into her thighs and growled.

‘As if that will stop me,’ he said darkly. ‘Not when you’re so fucking tempting-’

‘Gale, it’s not safe-’ She was between his teeth, latched onto the tender skin between neck and shoulder as he ground his hips against her. He applied sharp pressure in response and she yelped, half in pain, half surprise. He kissed the bite tenderly, pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth.

‘I love seeing you covered in blood,’ he rasped. ‘Not that I want to see you hurt, but…’ he panted into her ear. ‘Fuck I love seeing you filthy.’

Tav could hardly breathe. This was not a side of him she’d ever anticipated. ‘You said we couldn’t-’

He laughed, a dark little growl. ‘We can’t. But I couldn’t resist giving you a little taste of what’s to come…’ he snapped his fingers and was gone, leaving her burning and frustrated in the dark.

[amasterpieceofmadness]

showers - clint b.

pairings Clint Barton x fem!reader

warnings 18+, smut, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it), slight praise kink, fingering, sweet ending

summary Your bodyguard Clint joins in on a shower with you, leading to some intimate time between the two of you…

wordcount 2.7k

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Clint has been my bodyguard for like 4 months. And we are getting along rather well. Probably a bit too well. It’s hard to deny the attraction we feel for each other, stolen glances and lingering looks… But we both know that nothing should happen between the two of us. Not only is he my bodyguard, but also would my uncle Tony (yes, the Tony Stark) rip Clint’s head off if he ever lays hand on me. So, we keep our distance. At least we try. But in the last couple of weeks, it got really hard for the both of us. The tension between us is palpable once we are alone together and his eyes linger on my body for a second too long every time I walk past him. I can’t say that I don’t like this. In fact, I glance at him every now and then too, drooling over his muscles every time he flexes them.

Right now, I’m doing my usual workout in the training room, Clint watching me from afar. Of course, he tries to not make it too obvious and not stare, but he also can’t tear his eyes away from my curves. The way my body moves and my skin is shiny due to the thin layer of sweat covering it. My sports clothes hugging my curves tightly and I’m panting a little. Clint can’t help himself but let his mind wander how my body would feel like under him…

I pull him out of his trance as I walk over to him to grab my water bottle. Clint clears his throat as I do so and looks away, not wanting to make it obvious he watched me the whole time. I can’t help but look at his features though, his dirty blonde hair, his beautiful blue eyes I could drown in, his kissable lips, his strong and puffy chest… I shake my head to get those thoughts out of my mind. “I’m done. We can leave” I tell him and my bodyguard gives a small nod of approving. I walk ahead straight to my rooms in the tower, closely followed by Clint. It could be worse for him than to walk behind him, as he can glance at my ass the whole time. And I know that he does it all the time so I make sure to swing my hips on purpose. Clint smirks softly as he knows exactly what I’m doing, yet he doesn’t say anything.

Once we are in my rooms I walk straight to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower” Clint sits down on the couch, he always does this once we are alone in my rooms, since he knows that this is (more or less) a safe space and he doesn’t need to be too alerted here all the time. He glances over at the door of the bathroom, which I just closed, and notices that I didn’t lock it. He is temped to just walk in on me but he tries to stay professional. The consequences would be just too bad. Or maybe it’s worth it? No, no he can’t do that. He can’t… or can he? He thinks of the way my body moved in your workout earlier and how he imagined things with me…

Suddenly Clint finds himself infront of the bathroom door. His hand is moving to the doorknob but he hesitates. What would I do if he just walked in there? But maybe, just maybe, I want it too. The way I always looked at him and checked him out, or the way I purposefully wiggle my ass or scoot just a bit closer to him then necessary.

Finally Clint throws all his doubt aboard and opens the door. I turn around as I hear this and am rather surprised to find Clint standing there. Without a word he just walks in and closes the door again, standing there for a second. We just look at each other. After a moment I turn around again, facing my back to him. “Could you please help me open this?” I ask, wanting him to help me open my bra, which I could definitely do on my own of course.

Clint swallows and comes over, his body almost pressed against my back. He then uses both his hands to undo my bra, his hands softly brushing against my skin in the process. I let my bra slide down my arms and to the floor, still standing with my back to him. I then can feel his hands touching my back softly and carefully, as if to test the waters. How war am I willing to let him go? He glances over my shoulder to check if I’m still alright with his touch and he continues to move his hands across my naked back. They brush over my shoulders and down my arms and I feel shivers running through my body.

His hands slowly make their way down my arms onto my waist and slide to the front. I can feel him tense just slightly, not sure wether this is still okay. Little does he know that this is way more than okay. As he notices me leaning into him slightly he continues his touch and his hands move upwards, tracing over my breasts. His fingertips gently brush over my nipples and I let out a soft moan.

“How far will you let me go?” he whispers into my ear, his voice husky and slightly shaky.

I take this chance and turn around in his arms, facing him and looking right into his eyes. Clints eyes move down my body for a split second before looking back into my eyes. “As far as you want to go” I whisper back.

Clint smirks “Oh, you don’t know what you are getting yourself into” With that said Clints grip around me tightens, pulling me flush against his muscular body and pressing his lips against mine. The kiss catches me by surprise but I feel the heat rise inside of me and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and pressing my body against his. He let out a sigh at this and then breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling away. But before I can ask anything he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside carelessly before returning his body against mine, kissing me passionately again. Our bare chests are now pressed against each other and I let my hands fall from his neck down to his shoulders, over his chest. I can feel his muscles tense under my touch and I smirk softly into the kiss.

My hands wander further down, finding the waistband of his jeans and fiddling with the belt. Clint breaks the kiss shortly to kick off his shoes and he pushes his jeans down, throwing it to his tossed shirt. There is a prominent buldge in his pants and I bite my lip in anticipation. “What are you doing to me” He roams in my ear as his hands return on my body, caressing over my back down my waist to the waistband of my leggings. He stops and looks into my eyes, I simply nod and with that he gets me undressed quickly, pulling my underwear down at the same time. As I now stand naked infront of him I blush slightly and Clint places a hand onto my cheek, almost lovingly. “You are beautiful” he whispers before attacking my neck with wet, sloppy kisses.

“Take your pants off, now” I tell him impatiently.

Clint doesn’t hesitate and not a minute later we found ourselves in the shower, hot water covering both of our bodies while we make out passionately. His tongue explores my mouth, his hands grabbing my waist tightly as he pushes me back against the shower wall. I hiss at the coldness of the tiles but Clint’s body pressed against mine makes up for it. I can feel one of his hands sliding down over my hips and even further down between my legs. His fingertips trace circles on my thighs before dipping right between them, to my most sensitive area.

I let out a soft moan as I feel his touch against my clit and Clint smirks as he pushes one finger into my wet hole. I grip his shoulder for support, letting my head fall back against the wall as I close my eyes. He starts to move and soon adds another finger, working in and out of me at torturing slow pace. His thumb comes into contact with my clit, drawing circles onto it. “So good, baby” he whispers into my ear and it’s all so overwhelming. The heat building in my body is unbearable and I try to press him even closer to me, which makes Clint chuckle lowly. His eyes are checking my face, wanting to see every little twitch of my expressions as he works his fingers faster into me.

Soon I can feel myself getting closer to this sweet release. “God, Clint, I’m gonna cum.” My voice is shaky and not much more than a faint whisper as he curls his fingers to hit that good spot inside of my walls. I’m right there and Clint knows it, his fingers starting to move faster and his lips attack mine once again, muffling my moans as I fall over the edge, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

Clint works me through my orgasm and slows down to let me catch my breath. I open my eyes to look at him. A huge, cocky smirk plasters his face and I can’t help but smirk a bit too. He then eases his fingers from me and looks me dead in the eyes as he sticks them into his mouth, lapping up my juices. It’s hypnotic to watch his tongue tracing over his fingers, licking them clean. “You taste so good” he groans in my ear before leaning in to press a kiss to my lips, letting myself taste on his tongue.

As he presses his body against mine I can feel the top of his length pressing against my wet core. I gasps but let him continue and he pushes the head of his cock into me. Immediately I’m clenching around him, my knees getting weaker, as I look up at him, my jaw dropped. Clint leans in and his lips brush my neck before he groans “Let me in, baby. Be a good girl and let me in.”

I clench even more at his words, feeling the desire in my body rise. I push my hips towards his, arching my back slightly to take more of him. He then starts to rock his hips, softly at first, his hands gripping my waist to steady me against the wall of the shower. My nails too dig into his skin, holding onto him as he thrusts in a steady rhythm. Water is splashing around us and running down our naked bodies.

I look up at him to meet his eyes. They are hungry for more, a wet strand of hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets running down his face. Clint grabs one of my legs and holds it up while his hips keep on moving into mine. I let out an incoherent babble of his name as his thrusts get harder, feeling my own wetness dripping down my thighs. My fingers move to his hair, pulling lightly on his strands as he keeps a steady pace. His cock filling me completely, hitting all the right spots, his muscles flexing with every move he makes.

“You feel so good” I moan out, letting my head rest against the tiles behind me once again, closing my eyes to get lost in the feeling of his thick length spreading me apart, ruining me for every other man.

“You’re so tight and wet” His voice is low and husky and as I reopen my eyes he stares right into them. His stare causing a shiver to run down my spine and I unwillingly clench around him more. A smirk forms on his face as he thrusts into me with such force it leaves me breathless. My jaw drops and as he sees my reaction he does it again. And again, and again. It makes me gasp and cling onto him. “Look at me. Look at me when you cum, baby” he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. He pants between every word, feeling himself close as well.

When I cum with a broken cry, my whole body starting to shake and my brain turning into mush, Clint doesn’t let up. If anything his thrusts get even harder, faster, deeper. The feeling is overwhelming and I’m a shuddering mess pressed between the wall and Clints hot body. “Please” I cry out, not sure what I’m actually begging for. Hearing my plea he starts to fuck into me more desperately, his thrusts start getting sloppier, his rhythm faltering. He closes his eyes as he cums, pushing himself as deep as possible into my cunt. He lets out a raspy groan as his thick ropes cover my walls.

We are both breathing heavily as we are coming down from our highs. The water continues to run down our bodies, washing away the sweat on our skin. He pulls himself out of me slowly and carefully. I remain leaned against the wall, not having the strength to stand on my own right now. Clint leans in to press a surprising soft  kiss to my lips before looking at me with a proud smirk on his face. “That was good”

I chuckle and nod softly “Yeah, it was”

He smiles softly at me, his hands still at my hips, steading me. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Clint starts to shampoo my hair and caress my skin. A hum leaves my lips and I lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of the hot water and his hands all over me.

Soon we get out of the shower and Clint wraps me into a towel before drying himself off as well. As I’m detangling my hair he wraps his arms around me from the back, pressing a soft kiss to my naked shoulder. “We should do this again. If Tony won’t rip my head off, of course”

I chuckle softly and turn around to look at him. “There is no chance I’m going to tell him” I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck, before pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

His arms too wrap around me, pulling me close. “Good thing”

AN: Okayyy so, here's my first smut ever! Let me know what you think ^^ I'm just in love with Clint and there are definitely not enough fics with him Luckily I'm here to change that and give him some appreciation! :D

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[mkmas]

Jude and the Loving Kiss

inexperienced kiss xxx event

love how thats the title. as usual sorry it’s not perfect and if there’s anything wrong🙇‍♀️

(Wah, a beautiful flower garden…!)

(But why are we in a place like this…?)

(I don't know but... This place is so wonderful, it would be nice if I could stay here forever…)

A pleasant breeze fiddled with my hair and the scent of sweet flowers filled my heart with happiness.

At that moment, someone’s voice could be heard.

???: Tch… You, you're not just going to drop dead here without paying me back.

Kate: That voice, Jude…?

(Anyhow, I owe Jude a debt!)

Kate: 一Ugh! Ha, ha….!

A change from the beautiful scenery.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I spit out a large amount of water.

Ellis: Are you okay Kate?

Ellis pats my back as I groan. I exhaled water in response and finally calmed down to breathe.

Kate: … Thank you very much.

Ellis: I was really surprised. Kate was drowning in the river.

Kate: I was drowning…?

(Could it be, that flower garden I saw was the afterlife…)

(If it weren't for Jude's voice, I'd still be there一)

Trembling at just the mere thought of it, I grasped my own body with both arms.

Jude: Ha… Isn’t the season too cold for swimming?

Kate: I-I wasn’t swimming. Yes… I think there was a child drowning in the river and I tried to help... The child… !?

Ellis: The child was soaking wet but will be okay. Just to be safe, the child went to the doctor.

Kate: Is that so, that’s a relief… Um, Ellis was the one who saved me right?

Ellis: Nope, I was too far away to make it…

Ellis: Jude carried you back to the river shore, and breathed into you. ***(he didn’t directly mention CPR)

Kate: Jude………..

After I calmed down, I finally noticed that Jude's clothes were wet.

Apparently, he went into the river in such cold weather to save me.

Jude: Unfortunately, it wasn’t a prince that woke the princess up from her slumber. Such a pity it was a wizard.

Kate: It’s not a pity. Thank you so much for saving me!

Kate: …………. Uh, “breathed into?”

Jude: For people drowning in lakes, the appropriate first aid measure is to provide air with a mouth-to-mouth approach.

(I don't remember any of it at all, but doesn’t that mean that our lips were pressed together?)

Jude: Oi… Don't get all red-faced and excited over a common medical procedure. Saving you was dumb.

Kate: I-I wasn’t excited…!

Jude: I don’t know... Well, I'm soaking wet, so I'm going home. You should see that quack doctor just to be safe.

After he said that, Jude threw his jacket at me.

Jude's jacket was not wet at all, probably because he had taken it off before he went into the river.

Kate: Eh? Um, this…

Jude: You're going home now too, aren't you? If you walk behind me dressed like a sl*t like that, I'm going to look bad and it will be a nuisance.

I looked down and saw that my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and the thin fabric was becoming transparent.

Kate: T-Thank you very much.

Flustered, I quickly borrowed Jude's jacket and put it on the front.

His jacket felt very warm, and the faint scent of cigarettes filled my nose making my heart skip a beat.

Ellis: Ah… You two, up.

At that moment, Ellis suddenly noticed something and pointed above our heads.

Jude: …

Kate: Thats…

Directly above our heads was a tree with a wreath of mistletoe hanging from its trunk.

Maybe they forgot to take down the Christmas decorations.

(If I’m not mistaken, there's a superstition that if you kiss under the mistletoe, you'll be together forever…)

(… I mean, didn’t Jude just now give me artificial respiration!?)

Jude: ….

Jude glanced at my flustered state with a confused and annoyed expression,

He reached for the mistletoe, roughly pulled it off, and shoved it to Ellis.

Jude: Burn it.

Ellis accepts the mistletoe with a nod, and quickly walks away.

Kate: Well, uhm, Jude….

Jude: You, you don't believe in that mistletoe superstition, do you?

Kate: … I-I don’t believe it?

Jude: You’re a shitty liar.

Jude clicked his tongue and grabbed my arm.

Jude: Get that foolish head of yours to carve out a new superstition.

I was pulled closer and our lips forcibly met. This time it wasn’t life-saving, but rather just a normal kiss.

Kate: Un….

Our lips met tightly as if seeking warmth.

However, because the two of them were completely cold after entering the river, they could only feel the coldness of each other's lips, and could not feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Kate: … Fu….

Jude: … Nn…

Jude: … Not like this.

The icy kiss ends with Jude murmuring, as if to prove that there was no love in it.

Jude: …… “Even if you kiss under the mistletoe, if you kiss again in the same place, it will be canceled”!

Kate: I… Understand…

Of course, such a superstition does not exist, it was Jude's original.

(I can't believe you would go to the trouble of kissing me one more time to make up for my superstition…)

(… Could you have hated that superstition that much.)

Jude and I are not lovers, so it's only natural that we don't make eternal vows.

And yet, a bitter feeling spreads in my chest, as if I had lost my love.

(I'm sure I feel this way because I was happy that Jude saved me...)

(That gap is just making me feel lonely... Right?)

I forced myself to believe that I was in love and that I had a reason for my feelings.

Jude: … It's not worth it to make a promise of eternity with just a kiss.

Jude muttered thoughtfully and returned the swelling.

Since we are going back to the same place, I hurriedly follow behind him.

Kate: Jude, do you hate promises?

Jude: Nothing is eternal.

Jude's answer didn't seem to align with the question, but after thinking about it for a while, it started to make sense.

(It’s not that Jude hates promises, he just doesn't make them because he can't promise forever… He can't promise eternity, so he doesn’t make such promises.)

Eternity does not exist. As long as it doesn't exist, promises will always be broken. That's why such promises shouldn’t be made from the beginning.

I think that’s what Jude probably wanted to say.

(Isn’t that very sincere?)

It is easy for a person to lie in their heart. They can just lie and say that they will love you forever.

But even if it’s only superstitions, Jude never makes promises he can’t keep.

(... I wonder if Jude will someday have someone to whom he wants to pledge eternity to.)

Despite everything, Jude never abandoned me when I was drowning.

He is ruthless and arrogant, but I know from our time together that he is inhumane from the bottom of his heart.

(I wonder if someone will notice this side of Jude, somedayー…)

Being curious of such things would either make you feel like you want to look at the person, or not look,

I was driven by a strange feeling that I could not explain.

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sorry but it’s so funny how ellis just went ok and ran off to burn a random mistletoe that belonged to the country or whoever was in charge of decorating the town😭 also smth that surprised me a little was how they really wanna emphasize jude’s foul mouth bc 痴女 = generally means sl*t but i’ve seen people use this to describe really bad female perverts or even female m*lesters (take it with a grain of salt, he’s extremely horrible with words but he always means well)

[bubblyqueer000]

Nagito Komaeda NSFW Alphabet

I've had this fic on the back burner for a long time. Here she is! Enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (How do they act after smexy time??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Makes sure that his hope is always comfortable and holds them close.  I mention this later (Oh no spoiwers D:) but when he's dom he's usually pretty rough with you, but when he's taking care of you afterward, he completely changes pace. He runs his fingers across your skin and apologizes for being so rough, which you guessed it! He uses this as an opportunity to bully himself. Sweet bb be nice to yourself >:C

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of you and themselves)

He loves every part of you but he loves your pretty face and your hands the most, although his favorite body part in some cases might be the one that allows you to best do your ultimate talent. 

C = Cum (Somethin to do with baby batter. Do they squirt or are they in the cream team??? hehehehehe gross)

His cum is clear and pretty thin. Nagito can cum a lot (You just have to make him ;D wink wonk) He loves when you cum on his face!! 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret duh)

Steals things that you wouldn't miss and keeps them with him. What he does with the item depends on what it is. He steals a lot of panties and socks and when he does he usually uses them to jack off.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

I'd imagine that he's a virgin but he's lucky enough to know how to find everything and make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (Bruh)

He loves when you ride him but only when he doesn't mind asking so not very often. Otherwise, he really likes doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during da wink wonk adult fun time?)

He doesn't exactly make jokes, just those dumb fucking comments that he makes all while there's a shit-eating grin on his face, and that doesn't even include how much he degrades himself like bruh stop you segsy!! Let us give you love!!!

H = Hair (are they well-groomed?? I'm not I'm musty as fuck)

He never really shaves unless it bothers you. His hair is white and thin though, it honestly would look so cute omfg I know that sounds weird but please he's precious.

I = Intimacy (Are they sweet and romance-y (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc))

He praises you a lot which you think would be nice but as I'm going to say over and over again, he loves to degrade himself and call himself trash. Still, he likes to cuddle with you and when he does, he always whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you are for him.

J = Jack Off (Do they massage their meat? Do they caress their coochie? I'm hilarious pls laugh)

Before he got with you he touched himself much more. He usually would when he thought about you, so when you and Nagito finally got together it was a dream come true. Due to you though, he often wouldn't need to jack off anymore. Now he only masturbates when you're not around or if you don't feel like having sex.

K = Kink (What are they into?)

Praise, degradation, and overstimulation. 

L = Location (Where do they wanna do it?)

Anywhere at any time. He loves the thrill of being in public. In dressing rooms at stores, in closets, anywhere is just fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Literally, anything you do!! Everything about you is sexy to him. He gets especially excited when you sit on his lap. 

N = NO (NUH NUH ICKY YUCKY NO THEY WON'T DO IT soz these are just getting annoying)

Into everything except for bodily functions, although that's just wishful thinking because if you're into it he'd probably be cool with that. No that doesn't mean I'll ever write anything like that don't ask lmao.

O = Oral (Do they like giving it or getting it? Also are they good at it?)

Feels bad making you suck him off so he probably prefers giving it. It's an honor for him either way though. When he's giving he teases a lot, but he loves having you cum on his tongue. When he's receiving he whimpers a lot. I would do anything to hear Nagito whimper ahhhhh

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

Nagito's pace would change throughout the session. He would start off slow, probably to tease you, and then gradually pick up the pace as you both get closer.

Q = Quickie (Their thoughts on quickies and if they like them)

He loves them!! I mean he loves sex with you in general so quickies are nice when you don't have time for a regular session. 

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment?)

Probably more willing to experiment than most other characters. He'd be up for almost anything no matter how dangerous. As long as it pleases you, he's happy.

S = Stamina (How long can they do it for? Can they do multiple rounds?)

At least five if necessary but he can probably go on for as long as you need. 

T = Toys (Do they like/have/use toys on you or themselves?)

He has a collection of toys that he uses on you and that he uses on himself. He's a freak ngl.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

HUGE ASS RATTY ASS NO ASS NASTY ASS MAN

HOMIE WILL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE SOBBING. He's such a tease and will not stop until you beg him to let you cum.

V = Volume (Are they loud or quiet?)

Quiet for the most part. He usually just grunts a lot through clenched teeth. He talks though, and when he does... HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP. He's either praising you, degrading himself or just doing his weird-ass anime dialogue like: "i'M nAgItO kOmAeDa AnD i'M fUcKiNg YoU iN tHe AsS *Disney channel music*" i fookin hate him 

W = Wild Card (Random nsfw head-canon)

He's a boobs man _('ཀ'」 ∠)_ gross let's cancel him mans got no taste

X = X-Ray (Big dick??? Big Tiddies??? I'm so sorry omfg)

Huge tits. TITTY TITTY BOING BOING. BOOBA LARGE. HUMONGOUS HONGALONGANO-NOLOGONGUS. Kidding. His dick is about 6.5 inches. It has an upward bend and he's uncircumcised. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's always ready to please you when you want him to. He's happy and honored that someone like you would want to have sex with 'trash' like him. Like I said he's honored to do it with you but sometimes you have to wonder if he truly wants it or if he's just doing it to make you happy. 

Z = Zzzzz (How fast do they sleep after? I wish I was asleep rn (╥﹏╥))

If you read my Taka NSFW alphabet I said for this part that Taka doesn't sleep. Wait hold up I have the exact quote "Bruv doesn't sleep. I picture him just lying awake in bed every night mumbling math equations to himself. Nah kidding" But this time I'm not kidding. I for real think that Nagito would just stare at you sleeping admiring you. He'll just sleep later you're too pretty🙄🙄🙄

One Reblog = One minute of sleep for Nagito

[crochetedblorbos]

"We'll all go and be fucking wombles, aye?"

Character Name: Declan Buchanan

Fandom: @realmspod, Liminal London campaigns [Podcast]

Played By: Pip Gladwin

Yarn Used: Hair: CraftSmart Value - Taupe Skin: CraftSmart Value - Mushroom Antlers: CraftSmart Value - Coffee Shirt: CraftSmart Value - Grey Ombre Trousers/Soles: CraftSmart Value - Wine Shoes/Belt: CraftSmart Value - Dark Chocolate

Basic pattern here.

Everybody’s favorite pathetic wet cat of a man depressed alcoholic fae-cursed private investigator! While I was frantically crocheting Monty to get him ready in time to hug him when he really needed it, I was not expecting Declan to need the hugs more. Damn the shiny math rocks, but holy hell, what a way to play that. Anyway, before Series 5 drops and we find out who’s going to destroy this man first, Zack or Pip, I wanted to get him done. (And I did - with a whole four days to spare! Go me!) He varies from the basic pattern as follows:

Shoes: Hey, I remembered the different colored soles again! Declan is described as tall and thin, so like with Mini, I did another round of decrease at R7 of both shoes (sc in first 7 st, inv dec 3 times, sc in next 2 sts, join) to make his legs twelve stitches around. I then did R8 as straight stitching with the shoe color before I switched to the trousers. (The other thing I did, which I should have been doing long ago, was the round before I changed color, I did the sl st to join in the color of the next row.)

Trousers: Again, tall, thin Declan. Mostly I worked his legs the same as usual, just in rounds of twelve instead of fifteen, but I also made them longer, so they went from R9 (the hdc row for hem) to R34 before I joined them together. I only used a chain of three to connect his legs, too, giving his waist a circumference of 30 stitches as opposed to the usual 38. For the belt, I went five rows above the…well…groin, switched to the belt color, and did a round of fpdc around the round two below like I did with the hem of Joseph’s hoodie. Then I switched back to the trousers color and did a round of sc in the back loop of the fpdc and front loop of the last round of trousers. For the belt loops, every four or five stitches I inserted the hook into the row below the belt, drew up a loop, and then pulled the next stitch through both that loop and the loop already on the hook. (I was kind of pleased with that, actually.)

Shirt: Hey, kids, know what the difference between variegated, self-striping, and ombre is? Ombres go FOR-FUCKING-EVER before they change color! (: Oh, well, it worked out, I guess. I didn’t really vary him all that much here except that I just went straight up with rounds of 30 (and also made his torso a bit longer) before decreasing at the shoulders.

Head: I frogged it. Several times, actually. I wasn’t happy with my stitches and I definitely wasn’t happy with my initial color choices and I also did what I consider the worst attempt at “a sort of perpetual five o’clock shadow” in the history of crochet, and the second time I accidentally added an extra round of increases and several extra rounds in between the increases and decreases - as I put it in the official Realms of Peril & Glory Discord, “He head too big for he got damn he” (remember this meme, guys?) - but eventually I got it right. (Visit his page on my website to see rejected progress pics.) I added one (1) extra round between increase and decrease in the final version as well to give him a slightly longer face, and I think it worked. For the five o’clock shadow, I just used the hair color for part of his face in a pattern that looked and felt right to me, leaving space for the mouth. Once again, I used safety eyes; the pack I bought has basically clear eyes and a bunch of discs you can put behind them to customize the colors, so I decided to give him pink eyes like they’re bloodshot.

Hair: I tried a new technique here. For each stitch beyond the hairline, I did a two-strand puff stitch (insert hook in next st, yo, draw up loop, yo, insert hook in same st, yo, draw up loop, yo, draw through all loops on hook), and I really like the effect!

Arms: There was just enough of the next color in the ombre to make it almost all the way up both arms and I’m trying not to be annoyed about it. Anyway, I started his arms on a base of four sc instead of five, then otherwise proceeded the same way I did for Joseph and Monty’s except that I made them longer (29 rounds total, I believe).

Antlers: I can’t share the exact pattern here because it’s copyrighted, but I used the pattern for jackalope antlers in Crochet Creatures of Myth and Legend by Megan Lapp (and if you click that link, check out her other patterns - they look AMAZING and if I wasn’t already approaching PELE I would be buying some of those). Declan usually grinds them off as soon as he wakes up, so this is just-woke-up-from-a-nap-and-can’t-find-his-angle-grinder-yet Deccy Boi.

[ugh-yoongi]

hiiii thank you so much for finally lifting my ban, ily <3 can i request jimin and wait from the prompt list you linked? ship of your choice. happy love day!

it's not finally lifted, just temporarily ✋

wait —

realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

pairing: jimin x reader (no pronouns used)

genre: college au, friends to ???

warnings: jimin is hungover. ambiguous relationship. jungkook is mentioned. he & jimin are int'l students in the us. vaguely inspired by a.m. by one direction. unedited because i'm lazy!

wc: 848

(still) taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

The first time Jimin wakes up in your bed is an accident.

He hadn’t meant to stay over, but the two of you had decided to celebrate surviving finals the night before and no liquor store in your shit-tier college town sold soju, so you’d gone a little overboard once you got your hands on some. Two bottles each, green apple.

All things considered, Jimin feels surprisingly all right—not great, but at least he isn’t face-first in your toilet. Something sour still lingers in his mouth and he doesn’t trust the feeling in the hinges of his jaw, but he knows from experience that it’ll settle once he gets something in his stomach.

He’s still in his clothes from the night before. Jeans now loose around the hips and thighs from all his moving around, sweatshirt wrinkled to hell. All the jewelry he’d worn is now imprinted into his skin, red-pink indents around his neck, his wrists, his fingers. There’s roughly 10,000 kilometers separating them, but all Jimin can think about is how his mother would kill him if she saw him like this, all disheveled with drool crusting in the corners of his lips.

Thing is, he doesn’t know you all that well. You’d just spotted one another and decided to stick together because you were already friends with Jeongguk and there weren’t many people on this campus that spoke Korean. Jimin’s English is passable, had an older cousin teach him long before he came here, so he’s okay—he’s popular and charming and the girls all think his ear piercings are really hot—but Jeongguk always looks like he’s suffering. Goes by JK because he’s too embarrassed to correct them when people mispronounce his name and always sits in the back of his classes. Jimin isn’t sure if Jeongguk really talks to anyone aside from you and him and a handful of his teammates, but he likes Jeongguk so he’d figured you were alright, too.

So, yeah—he has to get out of here. He knows you as well as he can for only being four months into the semester, but you’re not at the hangover level of friendship. You’re not I’ll grab you a glass of water and hold back your hair as you puke into my toilet friends. The two of you have never even touched. Maybe on accident, but never purposely, so Jimin really needs to get out of here before he embarrasses himself—

“Jimin?” He swears, stubs his toe on the corner of your twin-sized dorm bed and swears again. Your voice is still thick with sleep when you say, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared.”

“Okay,” you say, and Jimin appreciates that; appreciates that you let him get away with shit he’d probably press anyone else on. “Wha’ time is it?”

Jimin checks his phone. Winces at the screen protector that’s shattered to hell, and answers, “Just after eight. You should go back to sl—”

You sit up, strands of hair stuck to your face even though most of it’s tied in a knot at the top of your head. You blink a few times, orient yourself, and repeat, “Just after eight? And you’re leaving?”

There’s something in the way you say it. Like it’s unnatural or wrong or something very, very undesirable. And maybe on any other day, on a day he’s not running on four hours of sleep and has oily hair and rumpled clothes that smell like the cheap laundry detergent because it’s all he can afford, Jimin would question it, hesitate, linger in the doorway for longer than he should just to get you to actually ask him to stay, but he feels greasy and his stomach is roiling and he just wants to be back in his own space, that’s all.

So he says, “Yeah, sorry, you should really go back to sleep,” and shoves his bare feet into last night’s shoes, writes his socks off as a casualty of a night spent drinking, and tries to find something he can shove over his head so he doesn’t have to walk back to his building looking like this.

You hum. Seem to think it over before you sit up, the duvet pooling around your waist. Still in last night’s clothes, just like Jimin, but you look less green around the edges. Immune to hangovers, Jimin remembers you saying last night, right before you downed half a bottle in one go. “I feel like shit. Let’s get breakfast.”

He really, really shouldn’t. He’s still in last night’s clothes, smells as bad as he looks, and the diner just off campus is going to make his hangover worse. So he offers you a smile that looks more like a wince, grabs a beanie off your desk he’ll have to replace later, and says, “No, no, it’s okay. I really should go.”

Sighing, you reach out and grab his wrist. “Just… stay? Please?”

It’s the first time you’ve ever purposely touched him, and he suddenly can’t remember why he was so hell-bent on leaving.

[and-stir-the-stars]

Other small questions about zombie Evan....

What's his favorite show?

You mentioned before that moving hurts him, How much does it hurt. is it enough hurting that he just never moves?

Does he ever go outside like ever?

His favorite show... hmmm... well, he wouldn't like comedies or cartoons. He's an emotional, traumatized wreck and doesn't have it in him to laugh anymore. Humor is lost on him, drowned in numbness and fear and pain. Even if he could laugh, the movement would hurt.

He doesn't want to watch sad things. He's sad enough already. Sometimes a certain type of sad thing will resonate with him, make him feel understood and less lonely, but mostly, they just make him feel worse.

Adventure genres are out for the most part, too. They're filled with so much violence and horror. Evan's had quite enough of that.

Family dramas make him feel sad and lonely.

I think the thing he feels safest while watching would be something informative, like a documentary. If any exist in the 90s (when SL takes place), he would probably watch a show detailing all of NASA's latest discoveries and explaining space. Evan might be too young to understand most of it, but at least he likes the pretty pictures of space. He'd watch nature documentaries, too, if not for the scary scenes of animals hurting and killing each other.

For your other questions. Every movement Evan makes hurts. He can feel every bone grinding together with each movement, with no muscle there to facilitate it. Moving his hands is the worst; there's so many small bones there, grinding together, so many clicking out of place and into a wrong, uncomfortable, painful position each time he twitches his hand even the slightest.

Then again, the pain is mostly in his head. Like phantom limb pains. There's been many times when Evan’s skin has ripped and his limbs popped off entirely, and Evan never even noticed. He would look down and there his arm is, unattached, dangling in place only by his sleeve. Evan goes to take another step, except he doesn't realize the aching in his leg is a phantom limb pain, that his leg is gone; he "places" a foot that doesn't exist anymore on the ground and faceplants on the floor. The impact chips his fragile teeth, unhinges his barely re-attached lower jaw and sends it skittering all the way across the room; new cracks form in Evan’s skull. Maybe he has a couple of tear-like cracks running down from his eye sockets from this incident.

So, Evan doesn't move. It hurts too much, and he's so fragile. Both he and Mike are scared that Ev will hurt himself. Evan doesn't do much more than sit on the couch, which is ironic, really. Because Evan had a collapsed trachaea as a kid, and it meant that Ev couldn't breathe very easily; he would start wheezing and gasping at the slightest strain, and so spent more time watching tv and sitting stationary playing with his plushies and reading, rather than running around outside like other kids. In that way, Evan’s afterlife isn't so very different from his life-- or rather is a more twisted mirror of what his life once was.

He doesn't go outside. Mike feels so guilty for the state Evan is in, but then again, he doesn't fight Ev too much on the never going outside thing. How can either of them ever go outside again when living like this?

[hannahlovesluca]

hey hey! i saw you were doing ninisani matchups and i wanna request one pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻 if not then that’s okay!

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: I am straight, basic like that but boobies are hot.

Zodiac: Pisces. the fish.

Appearance: I am 5’4 and have pretty long hair that reaches my waist, it’s brown but the inside part of my hair is dyed purple currently, it was pink until a few days ago! I also have big boobies, they are my pride and joy, my personal stress balls (heh balls). I am fair skinned i’d say, my eyes are HUGE bro it’s a jumpscare, they’re also green so that makes it so funny when i look at someone with fully opened eyes randomly. the way i dress is very random because one day i will be looking like an angsty teen and the other day i will be looking like a business woman, but i do put too much effort into the way i look.

MBTI: I AM IN ENFJ and i do take the test every year, that’s what i get

Personality: Dude if it wasn’t obvious by now i am literally like a little too extroverted. I ADORE being around people, in fact i find it to be so easy to just make a random conversation with anyone on the street. If i think someone looks cool i will go talk to them and become friends, literally collecting them friends like pokémon. I am known to have a pretty flirty and booming personality. I can get pretty annoying due to how loud and energetic I am, i would call you at 3 in the morning to tell you that i beat my record in Hades. I do tend to have a short temper when it comes to incompetence and to people who are clearly two faced or just full of shit, i would say i am pretty good at reading a person as well :) if you yell at me i will cry tho so dont BUT FOR THE MOST PART I AM A DELIGHT (i love dogs and cats as well 👉🏻👈🏻)

Likes: MUSIC, IKEA FISH it’s so good and melts in your mouth omfg the haddock is everything. Trying new things, horror movies even though i am a coward, r-r-r-roblox👉🏻👈🏻 , AND WAFFLES.

Dislikes: PEOPLE CHEWING LOUDLY OMFG PLEASE JUST SHUT UP BEFORE I SHOVE MY FOOT DOWN YOUR THEOAT PLEASE, people who beat around the bush.

Love Language: basic yes but it’s physical touch, receiving and giving. But i would also say words of affirmation for giving as well :))

EXTRAS: I can fluently speak four languages. I will also always announce when i am going to pee. why? not sure 👩‍🦯

(you’re so cute ily mwah mwah all the love 😩🫶🏻🫶🏻 i hope your day is going great pookie bear 👉🏻👈🏻)

i pair you with…

Doppio Dropscythe!

hear me out…

• you and doppi mesh so well together!

• you’re genuinely like the same person

• honestly the man didnt even know what coochie was so he probably doesnt know what roblox is but he’ll play it if you ask (but he’ll be making you play Bug Fables)

• tbf i didnt know what coochie meant either but like… english is my sl….

• LMAO HE’LL PROBABLY CHEW REALLY LOUD ON PURPOSE JUST TO ANNOY YOU THIS LITTLE SHITHEAD

• “what are you talking about Y/N?” he says, still chewing. “i’m just eating!”

• i hear his voice saying that…

• HE LOVES YOUR EYES

• THEYRE SO PRETTY THEYRE SO UGHHHHHHHHHHH

• god he goes insane just thinking ab you hes so smitten

• i hc that it takes a lot for pio-chan to fall in love, but once he does, hes forever smitten

RUNNERS UP: Shu Yamino, Luca Kaneshiro

[moochipeachey]

Dear Diary,

I’m officially ungrounded!!! So much for being grounded "for life". My dad held strong for a good 3 months before deciding my mom was being a tyrant. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. Soooooo I was a little dishonest in my last post. I shared a lot more than just a kiss with Eric. What can I say? Cocktails and hormones. Truthfully, I just needed a distraction & Eric was eager to supply that.

When Eric left the next morning he had the unfortunate pleasure of running into the devil my mother 👿. She ripped me a new one when she came home from church. Lord only knows what she had to say to Eric. "Do you have to sl*t yourself out to every boy that looks in your direction?" Look, I know I had a boy in my room, and, yes he did end up spending the night, and we messed around…Okay this sounds soooo bad when I write it down and actually self reflect. She may have ate that *one* little thing. ANYWAY. Moving on. Since I’ve been set free a lot has happened…

Your girl is officially a Copperdale Womp Womp (please, don’t ask). The girls have been so nice and accommodating, especially with me missing out on crucial team bonding/basic high school socialization. I’ve gotten especially close to this girl named, Noemie.

We legit talk on the phone or face time every night, and no one knows how to find the best pieces at ThrifTea like she does. She’s my sister from another mister. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Noemie, I don’t think I would’ve survived Copperdale. As soon as I made the cheer team Noemie added me to a group chat, #ThotsAndJocks, consisting of mostly cheerleaders and football players w/ a few other people scattered in. She made sure I was still invited to parties, included me in discussions, and put my name out there. Don’t get me wrong everyone else is cool, but Noemie is my person. Well, almost everyone is cool. There’s this boy…

Matthew Felix. The hottest guy in the school. And also the biggest douche in the school. Who just happens to be Eric's best friend. From the moment I stepped foot on campus, he decided that his life's mission was to make mine a living hell.

I have no clue what the Creator was thinking when they decided to put us in homeroom together, but I hope they've been enjoying the show. Everyday I wake up and wonder what issue Matthew will find with me, and trust me when I say it's something new each day. The first time I met him, he thought pulling my chair from under me was a proper introduction. And that I obviously deserved it because "everyone knows he sits next to Eric". As if it wasn't my first week! He's "accidentally" thrown a football at my head during practice on more than one occasion. I get anxious anytime I have to use my locker because I don't know if it's going to be full of packing peanuts, marbles, confetti, you name it. Every time he flashes that stupid f*cking smirk I just want to smack it right off his silly little face. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and I fall for it every time. I know I shouldn't let it get to me but.....

Sometimes, on those ultra rare occasions, he's actually capable of being a decent human being.... And no matter how much he annoys me, I can't deny that there's something about him that draws me in, like this magnetic pull that I can't escape. I wish I could make sense of all these feelings, or at least ignore them altogether, truth be told I know I should stay away from him considering my situationship with Eric. That's easier said than done. Maybe if I stop giving him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under my skin, I'll be taken off his radar. Even though I'll never admit it outside of the confines of this diary ..... I really don't want that to happen. I'm almost late for cheer Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

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[genshin-obsessed]

Your blog is everything I wanted and more. Im a lurker for your writings ahaha if you can guess who i am 👀

How about the guys reacting to s/o's death. Can be a group writing but if its too much, just Diluc, Childe, Razor and Kaeya would be nice. I think they would have interesting reactions >:3

First of all, Anon. I LOVE YOU. I wanted to write this out but thought it might be a bit too much but then you went and requested it!! I guess I have no choice but to write this out! >:) (That’s also why I did all the characters) second. Guess who you are o: may I get a hint? I have 2 people in my mind tho o: Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, angst. Pure angst.

Sidenote: The woman in this is my OC named Toxin! Whenever I need a really big, bad villain, she’s my go-to! That’s all!

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Childe!

Scaramouche & Zhongli Here | Part 2 Here

You Die!

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” His heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him. 

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything. 

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you? 

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was  a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow. 

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone. 

There was nothing left for him. So he wouldn’t stop; he would relentlessly hunt that woman down and tear her apart completely. That way, she could feel an ounce of his pain.

[bbbillylenz]

A Raw Ache

Rating: 18+ 🍋 minors DNI or I take ya knees

Pairing: Billy Lenz x Reader (second-person POV)

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to a figure on top of you. You do not mind him, and in fact, welcome him.

Contains/warnings: Choking, gender neutral reader, transmasc Billy, mutual masturbation, general dirty talk, nipple play, finger sucking/oral fixation, some themes or somno

A/N: it’s Christmas time aka Billy Time (at least where I’m at), so of course this was the day I needed to try my hand at some Billy Lenz smut 😌 Really wanted to play up Billy’s more regretful, thoughtful lucid side as well as the scene in which Barb thinks she’s dreaming about him. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and happy smut Saturday to everyone else 💕💕

You weren’t quite sure when it had all happened, when the line between dream and reality crumbled away. You couldn’t even remember the dream now; what was once so vivid, so touchable, had already retreated to the shadows of your consciousness. Absently, you were aware of your eyes moving under your eyelids, still shut so tight, as if to will yourself back to sleep despite the new, foriegn weight on top of you.

“S-Shh… Just… Just go b-back to sl-sleep--”

That stuttering voice—where had you heard it before? Was it your own, your own mind willing you back to dreamland? No, no it was too hoarse, too broken and strained to be your own. Childlike, almost, in its pleas.

“What…?” The question dies almost immediately in your throat as a clammy hand presses against your lips; you can taste the sweat on its palms, can feel the hestiance in this domineering motion. Briefly, your eyes open wide, crossed together as you try to see who is above you, who’s hand is clamped so shakily on your mouth. But then your vision is cut off again; another hand, another large hand, covers both your eyes easily.

There is a fear in all these movements, a regret embedded with every twitch of those fingers. You grow more aware of the knees digging into your waist, pinning you in place. You writhe, just a little, because you are aware that’s what you should be doing. You should be kicking and screaming, should be clawing at that shadowy face you barely got a glimpse of. But instead, you close your eyes once again, leaning into those trembling hands. You close your mouth tightly too, bite down on your bottom lip. A show of retreat, of compliance.

“See? See? Good… G-Go back to sleep… You can be good? I-I’m… I’m not bad. Not bad at all. S-See? Do you see…? You see.”

But you don’t; you keep your eyes closed even as those hands move away from them. Instead, they slowly trace along your hairline, brushing stray hairs from your sweaty face. The other begins to lightly drag along your jaw, inching down to your throat. You tilt your neck without thinking, an unspoken invitation. You hear the figure gasp, as if he too is surprised you are being so good.

“P-Pretty… pretty, pretty, pretty…” he keeps murmuring, each “pretty” a bit more frantic than the last. Still, you feel flattered, flustered even. You shift under him, not to get away, but to become more comfortable.

His fingers are running through your hair now, untangling it and smoothing it down against your pillows. With his other hand, he gropes and rubs your shoulder and arm. It slips to the front of your chest, feeling for your warm skin underneath your thin nightclothes--a tank and flimsy shorts, perhaps too short for the winter, though now you are not complaining.

And he keeps whispering to you, or perhaps is it to himself? Constant reassurance, constant repetition. Though you catch a twisted little giggle once or twice too, as if he also can’t believe this is all happening, that it’s all working so well. You can’t believe it either, truthfully, and feel a mad smile tug at your own lips. Can’t believe how easily the thin straps of your tank are brushed down, can’t believe the contrast of the chill of the room and his hot breath, can’t believe how your thighs are rubbing together, brushing against his.

Suddenly, your tank is yanked down. Your shorts are quick to follow. The fabric drags against your skin. It is the roughest he has been the entire time, and you cannot help but whimper, caught off guard. That seems to snap him back; his lips are right on your cheek, kissing and cooing to you, to himself.

“No, no, no--it’s okay. S-See? See? Just a little… Excited. Pretty. You’re so so pretty. See? I’m not a… n-not a bad B-Bill--man.”

You can barely understand it; you cling to the word “pretty,” cling to the butterflies it gives you.

“Not bad…” you whisper back, absently parroting him. He lets out a wet breath; is he crying? You can’t tell. You don’t think about it too hard, though, because those hands are groping lower now. He’s exploring you, shakily taking in every inch of skin, pausing to see every small reaction.

“Lemme lick it… lick it… wana… wana taste it.”

God, you feel so exposed, so put on display. But you don't hate the attention either; you moan weakly as he brushes against your nipples, arching your back as a silent cue for him to keep going. He gasps, his hands freezing in place. For a moment you think to open your eyes, to say something to him. To encourage and goad him on.

But almost immediately, any further hesitance is gone, snuffed out like a candle.

You’re nearly screaming as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. That other large hand is back to your lips, his fingers pressing against them, against your teeth. Without thinking you suck on them, licking the pads of his fingers as he curls them inside of you. He’s moaning, too, panting and moaning as he’s no doubt watching your face. Watching as you lick and suck on his fingers.

“Pretty pretty piggy…. Suck it. Suck it good. Suck me good. It’s alright. That’s right. Shh…. Shhh…”

The thought of him looking at you tickles your skin more, makes every fervent lick all the more pleasurable.

You spread your legs, your shorts stretching as you do. Without thinking, your own hand reaches for your sex. The figure makes a low noise, almost a growl, and you stop, unsure.

“Keep… going….”

He growls it into your chest. You melt into his words, your hand now working yourself up faster. You twitch and moan, uncaring if the others can hear. For all you know, this is just a dream. And who cares, honestly, if they can hear you? The thought is comforting; you lap at his fingers in your mouth with excess, drool slipping out of the corners of your lips. You feel him work off his own pants, enough so that his other hand can bury itself before his own legs. You lift your knee up between his bare thighs; he rubs against you and his hand, growling and moaning into your skin.

You can feel how wet he is on your leg; you press against him more, milking out more moans and mewls. You bob your knee, relishing this new sense of control. None of the noises he makes are consistent; at times he sounds guttural and animalistic, deep and dark. And then, in an instant, he sounds catlike, mewling and whimpering. You can’t help but find it all so endearing, and your hand works faster between your thighs, your orgasm nudging closer and closer.

Your mind blanks as the fingers in your mouth are suddenly wrapped around your throat. You sputter out something—is it a plea to stop or to keep going? A question of why? You don’t know, but the man doesn’t hear you, or rather, doesn’t listen. You can feel his hand move from his cunt to your throat as he humps against your thigh, panting and giggling as he uses both hands to choke you.

You can no longer resist. You open your eyes, mouth agape and soundless.

The shadows of the room obscure his face, but you can make out those eyes, those teeth. The big bad wolf right in your bed. Your hand is pumping your sex on its own; you croak out nonsense, the words lost. He throttles you more as he ruts against you with abandon, his eyes crossing, teeth gnashed together. Your other hand is tightened around his wrist, but you don’t try to pull him away. You hold him there, choking you, as you rub out your own climax.

He all but screams as he feels you tense up and spasm; his orgasm is quick to follow, wet and hot against your leg.

Those hands that had choked you are now rubbing your face, smoothing down your hair again, as he shushes you.

“Pretty… pretty piggy… so good for Billy…”

He goes back to babbling the usual nonsense and you welcome his words as your eyelids drift shut again. Your orgasm leaves you feeling languid and exhausted. Your bed seems to be swallowing you up; you are absently aware that he is tucking you back in, reclothing you too.

You want to tell him to stay, to sleep here with you. But you say nothing, keeping your eyes and lips closed as the room grows colder, silent.

When you wake, you are alone. You wonder if it was all just a dream after all, your lonely mind playing tricks on you. But the raw ache on your throat is a cold indication that no, no you had been visited. And you had welcomed him. Sitting up in bed, you cannot help but feel there are eyes on you, somewhere, somehow.

You welcomed him and would welcome him again, should he so wish. The thought brings a smile to your face.

[mx-barnes]

Anxious

Bucky x Reader

Summary: It had been a rough day. Work was exhausting and life had just been absolutely draining. You and Bucky hadn’t been talking much recently. He was busy with college. He had gotten into Yale. He was going to achieve his dreams. Of course, it hurt when he had to leave and the distance was a pain to deal with but you were happy for him. But today was stinging a little more than normal.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: loss of sobriety, drunk reader, nothing real descriptive but mentions a panic attack, bad day at work, crying, party scene kind of, an unhealthy coping mechanism (drinking), mentions of killing yourself (via alcohol poisoning),

A/n: So this started out as me just writing this because I had a rough day then some other stuff happened and I spiralled so it ended up becoming way longer than intended. The end kind of seems rushed but I don't know I kinda of like it.

Masterlist

It had been a rough day. Work was exhausting and life had just been absolutely draining. You and Bucky hadn’t been talking much recently. He was busy with college. You were proud of him of course. He had gotten into Yale. He was going to achieve his dreams. Of course, it hurt when he had to leave and the distance was a pain to deal with but you were happy for him. But today was stinging a little more than normal.

You had gotten your midterm final marks back today and you didn’t do as well as expected. So you had a slight panic attack about that then your boss yelled at you when you got into work for no apparent reason except for the fact that he was having a shitty day as well. Then about halfway into your shift, you were carrying a college kid's coffee to him when some old lady bumped into you spilling the hot liquid all over you. Then she dared to say that it was your fault. You bit your tongue and took it as the natural people pleaser. So you make the man drink again after changing. You bring him his coffee and when you set it down he begins catcalling you but you brush it off as you learned to do at a young age. The rest of your shift goes without a hitch and by the time you clock out all you want to do is go back to your apartment and crash.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment feels endless. When you reach your floor you pull out your keys and go to unlock the door but find it unlocked. “Great,” you think your apartment was unlocked all day. Stepping into your apartment something felt different. That’s when you felt hands slide around your waist. You whipped around, ready to hit the offender. “Oh it’s was just Bucky. Wait It’s Bucky,” your internal monologue was speaking going a mile a minute. You wrapped your arms around him. Kissing and hugging him.

“Hey doll,” his sweet voice melted away one of the worst days you had. His soft touch on your skin was beautiful and delicate. “So I was thinking we could go out to a party tonight. Steve heard I was back in town and was going to throw a party,” you really didn’t want to be that partner who told your boyfriend he couldn’t go to a party just because you didn’t want to.

“Oh, I got stuff I need to do. I’m sorry you can go,” you lied expertly.

“Please doll, we haven't seen much of each other, and the party would be boring without you,” Bucky pleaded, using those gorgeous stupid blue eyes.

“Ok fine but I got work tomorrow, so we have to leave early” relenting you went to go get changed for this party.

In truth, it was just a smaller group of people getting together at a nightclub and all drinking, or at least when you say small you meant nearly 50 people and then adding more people who you didn’t know it was like there were about 100 people you didn’t know most of which Steve had invited.

You only had just got there and you already wanted to leave. You stuck it out for Bucky because he was having a great time. So you went to the end of the bar. Hiding away in the little corner the bartender feeding you dozens of drinks. At first, it was only club sodas and water, but it slowly became more and more alcoholic drinks. Your year-long sobriety going down the drain

By the time Bucky had noticed your lack of a presence, you were already more than a little tipsy edging on the way to full wasted. Everything had just begun to be too much. So like the usual unhealthy coping mechanism you drank. You drank to the excess and each drink kept coming. So when Bucky came sliding up next to you at the bar you had immediately said, "I have a boyfriend."

He just chuckled and said, "I know."

You recognized that voice it was the voice of your boyfriend. "Buckyyyyy," you drew out his name."

"I think you 'ave had enough doll," he said trying to take the glass away.

"What no, I'm good you don't have to take it away," you held the drink protectively.

Bucky knew your past. He should've known not to leave you alone for too long. Especially in a crowded bar where the music was blasting and there were a bunch of people you didn't know, but he had been wrapped up in everyone there and this was his free time. He needed to get you out of here. If he didn't you would either drink until you were blackout drunk or until you killed yourself. He knew you feel like shit tomorrow, not from the hangover but your relapse. This time you had been sober it was your longest ever. He was proud of you but it had been ruined by Bucky. He knew when they were going to a club he should've said no. He should've said that he was staying home with you, and if he was dragged along he should've stuck by your side, but he failed you. "C'mon doll let's go," It wasn't a suggestion it was more an order framed as a question.

"No this is your party. I'm sorry. I'll go, I ruined it for you."

You stumble out and off the chair before Bucky could catch you. Pulling your phone out to call an uber. Tears filled your eyes, you ran into a wall of muscle. Looking up you saw Steve. Immediately you looked down at the floor and quickly made your way out the bar mumbling an apology to Steve. Not listening to Bucky's cries to wait.

"Steve, nice party but I gotta go. I'm sorry. It's Y/n I don't want 'em getting hurt," Bucky rushed out as he bolted for the door. By the time he caught up to you, you were swaying on the curb waiting for the car you order.

Bucky slid up beside you placing his arm around you to steady you. You leaned in a bit when you smelled his familiar scent. "I'm sorry, I ruined your party," your speech slurred, finally letting the tears out.

Bucky pulled you in closer. Stroking your head carefully giving you tons of forehead kisses. "No, no doll it's my fault I wanted to spend tonight with you but Steve insisted I come he had this all booked. The moment he heard that I was coming back. I wanted to spend tonight with you but I kept getting pulled in all sorts of directions," your car came and you got in Bucky following close behind. "That still is no excuse for abandoning you. I am so sorry."

Tears filled your eyes. You were sober for a year before this. One whole year. You were full-on sobbing now. The whole day just catching up with you. You couldn't seem to calm yourself down and every attempt lead to you being more and more agitated. You were close to having a panic attack, Bucky could see. Slowly at first, he started tracing small little simple designs into your skin. He encouraged you to trace them and you did. You started coming down from your panic attack each design drawn brought you further down. The ride back to your apartment was a quiet one.

When you got home you took off your shoes and made the short walk to your room and crashed in your bed.

With the uber tipped and paid for Bucky followed you up the stairs and into your apartment as well Straightening your shoes because he knew you would be upset with yourself already enough tomorrow you didn't need that on your mind as well. Locking the door and walking to your bedroom he made sure to grab you a glass of water and some pain meds putting them on your bedside table. He got in beside you. Giving you enough room so you two weren't touching he wouldn't cuddle with you unless you reached for him and normally you did.

By the time you woke up in the morning, Bucky was already up and had called into work for you. He had made food for you. He felt terrible about the night before but he powered through because right now you needed him more than he needed your consolation.

You woke up with a terrible headache, remembering you had work today you jumped and ran into your living room to find your work clothes, instead of finding them you found Bucky. "I already called in for you doll," his sweet voice explained, "Come eat some food and then we can talk about last night. So you wandered over to your kitchen counter and began to eat. Talking about last night and how you were "lead" to drinking about your bad day the previous day. By the end of it, Bucky just came over and hooked his arms around hugging you tightly.

"I'm sorry baby, do you wanna watch movies and cuddle today?"

"I guess," and you did. The previous day was exhausting but you would always pull through with Bucky by your side. "I love you."

"I love you too doll."

[dream-clouds3]

Sink Your Teeth In

Everyone has their thing.

Lewis likes to give items. He shows appreciation with bracelets, rings, shirts, coats, bags, it’s not the point that they all can afford it. It’s the point that Lewis bought it with his s/o in mind. And more often than not his gifts are spot on. Even with Valtteri he never misses. Finding the best coats that’ll suit the man whenever he finds himself in an ice rink, and when he makes his trips back to Finland. With Daniel, let’s be real, it’s really easy to please him. He just loves his boys, so anything from Lewis is the best.

Valtteri likes quality time. That doesn’t mean they need to be talking, or all off their phones. He just likes to be around. Sitting together, walking, going out, biking, or just lazing around. He enjoys the company of the ones he loves. Short conversations are nice, but just soaking up reality with his boyfriends is nice too.

Then there’s Daniel. This is pretty obvious right? Touch, well it’s a bit more complicated. Yes he loves touch. Being all over his boyfriends. Sitting in their laps and connecting their hands. He likes to lean his head on their shoulders. Like to put a hand on their waist when he can.

But more than all he likes to bite.

Not aggressive. He doesn’t try to bite a chuck off. He’s not leaving marks. He swears Lewis and Valtteri are not covered in bite marks. And if they are, well that’s different from Daniel’s light and affectionate bites.

They’re just soft love bites. He likes to feel the skin of his boyfriends softly between his teeth. Give them a soft squeeze. And if he can he’ll run his teeth on their skin. It doesn’t feel like much, and he couldn’t explain why he does it. But he likes it. A lot.

It’s not uncommon for them to be sitting at the couch and the next second Daniel’s holding one of their fingers between his teeth. He’s not putting any pressure. They could easily pull away, but they don’t. Because they know he likes it, it’s one of his ways of saying I love you.

Simply Valtteri may smile down at him, run a hand through his hair then Daniel will release.

Because of this Lewis and Valtteri make sure their hands are washed often. Not that Daniel minds too much. He won’t bite if he thinks it’s actually unsanitary.

It doesn't have to be bare skin. He settles for the bite of cloth. Like at night when Lewis is facing away from him he’ll pull on the fabric of his shirt, just cause. Just because he loves him.

Sometimes in a hug he’ll lightly sink his teeth into the shoulder of his boyfriends. It doesn’t hurt, he makes sure. He tells them often that if he goes too hard to tell him. Because he knows when he gets a little too passionate he’s not watching how much pressure he’s putting. And one’s jaw can go from zero to a hundred pretty fast.

So Daniel likes to bite on occasion. No big deal. Neither of them have said anything. No one has made a complaint or has ever told him to stop, so it’s ok. At least Daniel assumes it is.

Until one day he’s getting home late.

His flight got delayed a bunch of times. He only takes off at 11pm, which means a 130ish arrival time. He agreed with his boyfriends that it’s best if he just gets an Uber instead of them staying up.

Valtteri took some convincing but eventually he agreed when Lewis promised to tire him out.

He makes it back safely. At the airport when he turned his phone back on he had a message from one of his friends. Weirdly it was a link to a podcast.

It’s originally in Finnish but this guy translated it

Was all that accompanied the link to the interview. It was of Valtteri of course, he didn’t have to read the title to know that. It having been translated from Finnish was a big give away.

In the Uber back home he decides to pop his headphones in and press play.

Nothing too special. Valtteri gets asked about racing which Daniel decides to sit through, it’s nice to hear how Valtteri thinks.

He quickly arrives home and silently brings up his suitcase. When he goes to unlock the doors he’s very slow. One he doesn’t want to wake his boyfriends inside, but also because suddenly the interview has shifted.

They’re talking about relationships.

He’s heard a few of the stories. Of Valtteir’s past relationships. Of course the Finn talks about his first one too.

Daniel doesn’t mind hearing it over. Laughs at all the odd moments he’s had in his other relationships. Daniel will admit he’s had his share of weird moments but Valtteri should stand on the top step with his experiences.

The Australian begins to change into more comfortable clothes when Valtteri starts to talk about their relationship. There’s no names in these stories. He hardly lets it skip that he’s dating two men instead of just one. Really he doesn’t let it slip that he’s dating a man.

Daniel climbs into bed between his 2 boyfriends. He likes to be squished by them. A love sandwich.

It’s clear he’s strategically chosen these stories because it only involves one or the other.

He laughs hearing how once Lewis had fed him breakfast in bed. It was nice, until he was having a weird reaction to the food. They ended up in the ER because Valtteri was having an allergic reaction to something Lewis had put in.

Then Valtteri talks about him. It’s a sweet story of a time he forced Daniel to go biking with him. But then it changes.

Then Valtteri is talking about ‘the weirdest thing that a partner has ever done.’ And to Valtteri, Daniel’s love bites take the cake. He jokes about the oddness of it, how it’s almost childlike.

Suddenly Daniel is pausing the podcast. He can’t listen to that.

He’s already in bed. He has already kissed Lewis a quick goodnight and has wrapped himself around Valtteri. A moment ago he was squeezing the Finn fondly. He had even softly bit the man’s shirt.

Now there’s a different feeling stirring in him. He feels attacked, insulted, and laughed at. It’s odd considering how much he loves Valtteri, and how much he knows Valtteri loves him. Valtteri wouldn’t do this. But when he checks the sources it’s all there.

Suddenly he’s shifting uncomfortably. Unwrapping himself from the Finn and moving closer to the Brit instead. He finds himself too bothered to relax. He has to go. Breathe fresh air maybe.

He exits the bed, looking back at the lumps that are his boyfriends. He’s frowning, it’ll be ok. He’ll get over it.

He doesn’t get over it.

After the podcast Daniel doesn’t look at Valtteri the same. He feels ashamed. Is it really that weird? I mean yeah it is pretty weird, but the weirdest thing anyone has done?

To Valtteri it is, and that just doesn’t settle right in Daniel’s stomach. So much so he’s been finding refuge in Lewis more often.

The three will be watching a movie. Daniel and Valtteri are holding hands as Daniel leans on Lewis. It’s sweet, it’s warm and Daniel likes warm. But then he’ll become hyper aware of Valtteri. He feels the shape of the Finn’s fingers and remembers all the times he’s put them in his mouth to bite them. How maybe Valtteri always found it weird.

Embarrassment takes permanent residence with the Australian. He has to release one boyfriend's hands just to hide himself in his other boyfriend's chest.

Lewis and Valtteri share a glance. A worried look down at Daniel. Lewis lightly smiles and begins to rub his hands over Daniel’s back. He’ll talk when he needs to.

Or he won’t. Or he’ll just let the shame consume him.

Daniel hasn’t been the same since his arrival. He’s been distant from both of his lovers, yet Valtteri thinks he’s drawn the shortest straw. Daniel hardly looks at him anymore.

He’s voiced his concern to Lewis. Asking if he knew what was going on, but the Brit was just as lost and just as worried. One moment Daniel will be fine. Smiling and laughing. He’ll do his love bite and suddenly he can’t stand to be around them.

He’s locked himself away a few times. He emerged an hour later feeling better, but that never calmed their nerves.

On a night where Valtteri had gone out with some friends, Lewis decides this is the best time to talk.

It was late and they weren’t expecting his back anytime soon. Lewis starts the night with some self care.

He preps a bath for Daniel, one with a slight bubble and only enough bath salt for the bath to smell of lavender. Or Daniel liked to say, like Lewis’ fresh laundry.

They talk and laugh while some of Daniel’s softer songs play in the background. Daniel soaks in the warm water while Lewis is carefully massaging his boyfriends scalp. He doesn’t blame the Australian going silent for that portion of the bath.

When he’s finished washing him he lets Daniel soak for some time longer. It’s sweet and Daniel really appreciates it.

Later he gets out and Lewis is back in the bathroom with him, this time with lotions and face masks in hand. Daniel complains that the lotion stings, he’s really only being dramatic. Lewis rolls his eyes saying that it just means he’s not taking good care of his skin. Lewis can confidently say this because he was using extra sensitive lotion, lotion he only uses because it makes his skin feel soft, not to actually care for it.

Finally Daniel is crashing into their bed. He settles right in the middle where Lewis has made a sort of nest with their pillows.

Daniel smiles genuinely with his eyes closed, he’s just basking in the feeling. He feels so clean, fresh, soft even. He also feels warm all around, he feels loved.

Lewis slowly slips in next to Daniel, who immediately moves towards the body heat. “Thank you.” He whispers and squeezes Lewis tight.

The Brit’s signature laugh fills the air with warmth. Daniel adores it. “Anytime.”

He can tell Daniel isn’t going to sleep. He can tell by the way the Aussie’s fingers are running circles on him. “Daniel?” He asks politely, with his voice unchanged, as to not scare the Australian.

“Yeah?” Daniel smiles.

Lewis tenderly smiles back. “What’s been on your mind lately?”

Daniel doesn’t retract. He doesn’t hide himself in the chest of his boyfriend as he’s been doing for days now. He doesn’t let out a big sigh. Nor lose control of his limbs.

He only continues to rest his head, facing the wall as he talks. “I know he didn’t mean it…” That’s how he starts. He starts with love and understanding before dipping into his own self consciousness.

He thinks he’s wrong. That he’s not reading it right, it was just a joke. But… even with these explanations and all this reasoning, he still hurts.

Lewis smiles and pulls him close. “Well yeah, because you’re human and you have emotions and sometimes what people say and do can affect you. You have a right to be upset Daniel, because you have a right to feel your own emotions.” Lewis kisses him on the forehead, Daniel hopes in an attempt to transfer some of the wisdom that he is hoarding in his own brain.

It makes sense when he explains it like that. Daniel’s almost upset with how simple it really was. Instead he just smiles. “I guess I’ve never been one to understand how to be upset.” He laughs.

Lewis chuckles and kisses him softly. “We should all talk in the morning. With Valtteri.”

Daniel flattens ever so slightly. Ducks lower to Lewis’ chest. Lewis notifies this. He rubs Daniel’s back. “I’ll be there with you. I’ll help explain if you can’t.”

The Australian smiles into his boyfriend's chest, then he bits at his peck. He feels Lewis laugh, and enjoys the softness in his boyfriend's voice.

He is loved.

He fully understands that now. After talking with Valtteri. The Finn apologizes, and explains to him that he does like when Daniel bites. He finds it cute, and unique mostly. Something that Valtteri only symbolizes as Daniel.

Valtteri lets Daniel hold him tight. He whispers all the ways that he adores Daniel, and apologizes over and over about the interview.

“I love you, both, so much.” He says as he clings to the Finn.

Lewis smiles from the other end of the couch. “I love you too.

“All of you,” Valtteir says simply.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

all this time

omg so i have not written in forever but then the bestie @goldensonlyangel did a writing challenge (CONGRATS ON 800!!!!!!!!!) and i got inspired so here we are :) I know it's not super long but i like how it turned out!!!

as always, if you don't like the dress i linked, just imagine something else! that's just the visual I had in mind :)

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k

"Macy, I don't have anything to wear," you sighed, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you poured a bowl of cereal. "You can borrow one of mine! Or i will literally buy you one. I'll do whatever it takes, you have to come!" "Why?" You whined. "I always feel so awkward. You know I love you, but everyone couples off and it's just weird." "But Harry's going to be there," she crooned, and you had never been more grateful that she couldn't see your face. Your face that was currently flaming hot at just the mention of him.

"I don't care," you lied. "He clearly doesn't like me, so I don't even want to try anymore." "You're wrong," she insisted. "We can all tell he has the biggest crush on you." "I don't think so," you said, even though your heart was fluttering at the idea. "Okay, I'll come. But you have to go shopping with me." "Of course!" She exclaimed. "Can we go right now?" "Give me an hour, and then I'll come pick you up."

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"How about this?" Macy asked, holding up the shortest dress you had ever seen. "That's basically just a shirt," you rolled your eyes. "Harry would love it," she grinned. "Harry won't care, because he doesn't like me," you said, trying to keep your voice level. You told yourself a long time ago that there was no point in getting your hopes up about him. You could never have him, so why hurt your own feelings? She shook her head, but seemed to get the hint that she should drop it for now. She pulled another dress off the rack, this time one that was much more your style. Your eyes lit up at her selection. "I like that one," you nodded. "I think it would look really good."

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"You look amazing!" She beamed, pulling you out of the changing room to stand in front of the full length mirrors. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your lips as you examined yourself in the mirror. "I do," you agreed. "Harry- I mean, everyone's going to love it," she said, blushing slightly at her slip up. You had to give her credit: she didn't give up easily.

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"You're here!!!" Macy screamed, rushing to the door and pulling you into a hug. "Of course I'm here!" you said, trying to match her energy. It wasn't an easy task; she had clearly had quite a few drinks tonight. She pulled away, holding you at arm's length to inspect your dress. "And you look amazing," she grinned. "Who helped you pick out that dress???" You smiled, shaking your head lightly. "I need a drink," you said, pulling back a bit more. "Of course!" she chirped. "Everything's set up in the kitchen. If you need anything else just find me!" Then she was off, pushing through the small crowd of people and right into the middle of the living room turned dance floor. You made your way to the kitchen, deciding you were much too sober to join her. You pushed open the door, hoping you would maybe see Bella, or Charlie, or any of the other girls you hadn't had the chance to catch up with lately. Instead, you ran directly into a broad chest belonging to none other than Harry, the man you'd had an unrequited crush on for years. "Oh- I'm so sorry!" you rushed out, grasping at the front of his shirt to steady yourself. He gasped slightly, reflexively gripping onto your arms to keep you from toppling over. "You alright?" he asked with a small smile. "I'm fine," you said, keeping your eyes on his chest as your face heated up to an almost painful degree. "Sure?" He asked one more time, ducking his head to meet your eyes. "I'm good," you said with a nervous laugh. "You can, um-" you glanced down to where his hands were still on your arms. "Oh!" He exclaimed, eyes going wide as he realized he was still holding onto you. "Sorry," he said, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks as he stepped back. "No, it's okay," you said quickly, not wanting him to feel bad. "I'm just- I'm gonna get a drink." He laughed, running a ringed hand through his hair. "Good idea. I think I need one too." He moved to stand next to you as you browsed the large selection of alcohol on Macy's table. "I think she might have a problem," you joked. "We might need to stage an intervention," he nodded very seriously before his face broke into a smile. "But," you said, reaching for a bottle of tequila, "She keeps us stocked for parties, so I can't bring myself to care too much." "Agreed," he grinned, reaching for the vodka. There were a few moments of silence as the two of you poured your drinks, and then Harry spoke again. "You look lovely tonight." His voice was soft, and he sounded almost nervous. "Thank you," you smiled. "I'll be honest, I didn't really want to come. Macy said I had to." "For once, I'm glad she's so pushy," he laughed lightly. "If she wasn't, I wouldn't have gotten to see you." Your heart sped up at his words, and it took you a second to fully process what he had just said. "I'm glad too," you said softly. "Why, um..." He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Why didn't you want to come?" "It's always just a little weird, you know?" you said, keeping your eyes on the drink in your hand. "Everyone pairs off by the end of the night and I kind of feel like a... seventeenth wheel." "I know what you mean," he nodded. "Like, I'm happy all our friends have found love, or whatever, but I also hate them juuuust a little bit." He pinched his fingers close together, squinting at you through the tiny gap. "Just this much." "Well, I'm glad it's only that much," you laughed. "But wait, since when are you not part of a couple? I thought you were with Ellie?" "No, we were never really together," he said, looking down at his drink as you had earlier. "I mean, I liked her, but apparently she didn't feel the same. She went off with Paul." "Oh," you said quietly, not sure how to respond to that. "Paul. What a skank." "Such a skank," he agreed, breaking into a laugh again. The warm feeling in your chest was probably partly from the alcohol, but you knew it was mostly Harry. Seeing him so happy, being the one who made him laugh... there was no better feeling. The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence again,

sipping on your drinks every so often. By the time you finished, the music from the other room had quieted considerably. It was now a slow song, and you had no doubt that when you left the safety of the kitchen, you would find couples wrapped up in each other, too in love to care about anyone else. Just the idea of it was enough to kill your slight buzz, and you sighed involuntarily. Harry didn't appear to notice. He seemed to be deep in his own head, thinking about something. Before you got the courage to ask him what was on his mind, he stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "Y/N... can I have this dance?" He held out one hand to you, the other sweeping behind his back in a formal gesture. You giggled at his attempt to act prim and proper, when you both knew that was the furthest thing from his real personality. "I would be delighted," you said, copying his tone as you put your hand in his. He led you out of the kitchen and onto the makeshift dance floor. Just as you had imagined, most of your friends were with their significant others, swaying slowly to the soft music. Harry pulled you close, resting his free hand on your waist, his fingertips brushing the skin of your back. You shivered at the feeling, reaching your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. "You know... I had a dream about you last night," he said, continuing to sway the two of you in a slow circle. "Oh yeah? What about?" He hesitated for a minute, looking into your eyes. "It was just like this," he said quietly. "Only better." "How was it better?" Your voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Because you were mine," he breathed. "I finally got my head out of my ass and asked you to be mine." You could barely breathe at this point. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you were sure harry could feel it from where his hand rested on your side. He didn't say anything though, he just keep his eyes on yours. "You want... you want me to be yours?" You asked, voice shaking slightly. "Would you?" He seemed just as nervous as you were. "I- yeah," you nodded, still staring at him. "I would." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I really like you," he admitted. "I have for a long time." "You have?" you asked in disbelief. "I've liked you for a long time." "Really?" He seemed just as surprised as you were. "We're really stupid, aren't we?" You laughed, dropping your head against his chest as you nodded. "We are." You felt him inhale deeply, and then his fingers were brushing your jaw, tilting your face back up to look at him. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, gaze flitting down to your lips before he met your eyes again. "Yes, you can," you said breathlessly. "Please?" He smiled, leaning closer and pressing his lips against your cheek. You nearly melted at the contact, brain short circuiting at the realization that Harry, the man you had loved for so long, felt the same way about you, and was standing here in your arms, about to kiss you. His lips lingered against your skin for a few seconds before he pulled away slightly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he sighed, giving you no more time to think about it before his lips were on yours. Your eyes slipped closed as his hand moved to your back, pulling you closer to him. He was gentle, his lips moving softly against yours as you pressed your fingers into his shoulder. He pulled back after a few seconds, resting his forehead against yours with a breathless laugh. "Can't believe i waited so long to do that," he sighed. "Neither can I," you said softly, turning your head slightly to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you finally went for it." "Me too."