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biggestsimponhere · 1 month

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‘Tis the damn season

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➻ Synopsis: You left your hometown at 18 yet here you stand ten years later in front of the only person you’ve ever loved

➻ Requests are always welcome!!!

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If i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone i would have asked you

There was once a time when you could have asked Tyler Owen’s anything and you would’ve gotten an answer. But you left. Ten years ago. Something about the small town thing that you couldn’t get over, you felt trapped. Now you lay in your bed, it’s cold out, you’re curled under blankets and watching videos of the so called tornado wrangler on youtube. You smile despite yourself, you had missed him but you had to go.

A girl enters the side of the screen, one you didn’t recognize. Her hair was blonde with dark brown roots, her doe eyes practically sparkling as she looks at tyler. You can’t help the pang of loss that shoots through your chest. You push the feeling down and turn off your phone, shoving it far underneath your pillow. You have no right to be jealous you know that but you miss him and then there’s her, you can’t get the image of her out of your mind as you lay there in the dark. Your eye catches on a shirt hanging off the handle of your closet door.

Tyler’s shirt. You remember the day you got that shirt so vividly. It was cold, despite the heat that usually comes being on the south, arkansas winter had a way of chilling you when you didn’t want it. The two of you were walking home from local diner, it was late and snowing and neither of you had thought to bring a coat. Tyler had shrugged off his flannel and draped it over your shoulders before pulling you closer. The two of you walked to your house practically glued at the hip.

It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass but i felt it when i passed you, there’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me

“Y/n?” A voice calls from your left. You had been out shopping, grabbing some last minute things your mom needed to cook, because of course she would send you. Luckily for you it wasn’t tyler’s voice. It was boones. You smile as you turn and greet him. “Does ty know you’re back in town? I mean he must not if he hasn’t already shown up at your door” Boone questions as he stares at you. “He doesn’t know i’m back and you can’t tell him, i’m going to leave as soon as the holidays are over” You say pleadingly. Lily slides into the conversation seemingly having overheard you two.

You glance at lily, “wait, he’s not here right?” you ask slightly panicked. “No he’s not, he sent us out to get things, you know how he is” Lily shrugged. You breathe out a sigh of relief but can’t help the longing that goes through you. “You’re going to have to tell him y/n” Lily says sternly. You know you left things shaky, you also know Tyler never got an explanation. “He doesn’t need me ruining his life,” You shake your head, “He’s got that girl, i saw her on the video” You say quietly. “Who? Kate?” Boone laughs. You find yourself quirking an eyebrow at him because what’s so funny.

“Why are you laughing bo, i’m serious” You say softly, trying to keep your true emotions from slipping through. “If you think tyler’s gotten over you just because you’ve been gone for ten years then you are absolutely ridiculous” He wipes tears from his eyes as he laughs. “What’re you talking about bo, there’s no way he still misses me” You interject breaking through his laughter. “I’ve gotta go, i’ve missed you both… don’t tell ty… please” You say quietly as you hug them. They both give you their reassurance that they won’t tell him but they think you should.

i’m stayin at my parents house, and the road not taken looks real good now

Being back in your high school bedroom is harder than you thought it would be. They didn’t touch anything. The pictures of you and tyler, happy, smiling from ear to ear decorate every corner of your mirror. You stare at them for a minute before pulling one off. It’s always been your favorite one, the two of you had taken it while trying to figure out how to use your polaroid camera when you first got it. It was slightly blurry but the smiles beaming at you through the photo tell you all you need to know. Tyler had taken it, his arms outstretched as he holds the camera away from the two of you, you’re reaching for it in the photo and maybe that’s why it’s tilted like that or maybe it’s because tyler’s hand was shaking so bad from laughing.

You curl back onto your bed, the polaroid clutched in your hand as you bring the covers up under your chin. You’ve never been one for wallowing but there’s something about being back here. Your mother finds you like that hours later. She sits on the bed beside you, softly pulling the polaroid from your hand and setting it on your nightstand. She knows you miss tyler. She also knows why you left in the first place. She tucks the blanket tighter around you and kisses your head softly before heading back out of the room. You don’t wake despite the creaking of the old door as she shuts it.

She heads back downstairs and settles back into the kitchen. After baking for about an hour or two she does what any sane mother would do and she pulls out the phone book. She laughs quietly as she searches for the number and smiles triumphantly once she’s got it. She moves to the phone hanging on the wall. Despite all the gorgeous technological advancements of the twenty first century your mother refuses to give up her landline, claims her grandkids are gonna know how to properly use a phone. “Yes? Tyler? She’s home” Your mom sighs softly into the phone. You may blame her for this but she doesn’t care.

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tired, now i’m missing your smile, hear. me. out.

Tyler’s at your house in the next half an hour. Your mother greets him at the door. She invites him in and lets him know that you’re still asleep. “I guess i just don’t understand why you called” He says as he sits at the table, his chair, it takes him a moment to realize. He’s sitting in the chair he sat in for four years. “She misses you, she won’t say it but she does, she needs you” Your mother says as she joins him at the table. Tyler quirks his head at that, you left, what could you possibly need from him. “I’m sorry ma’am i’m just not really gettin it” He says quietly.

“I thought we’ve moved past you calling me ma’am” She reminds him softly. He nods, looking down. “To answer your question, i think she’s lost it, now i don’t mean her mind ya know, but her love of everything really, i know she left because she felt trapped but she stopped coming home, she stopped writing, somethings going on tyler” She explains as she sips on her coffee. Tyler’s expression shifts from confused to concerned. “What do ya mean?” He asks calmly, hoping not to project how badly he wants to run upstairs and wrap you in his arms. “She hasn’t come out of that room for days, i sent her out yesterday and she came home, dazed, she needs you” Her tone makes something shift in tyler.

“Can i.. can i go up there?” He’s practically bursting with the need to hold you. Your mother nods, a slight smile forming on her lips. He’s up the stairs before she gets the chance to say anything else. The door to your room creaks but you don’t look up, assuming it must be your mother again. “Sweetheart” A voice comes from the door. That’s not your mother. You’d know that voice anywhere. You jolt up in your bed. “Ty?” You question as your eyes adjust to the light pouring in from the hall. He shuts the door behind him, dowsing your bedroom back into darkness. The only light coming from the moon reflecting on the snow outside your window.

But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me. We could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend. ‘Tis the damn season.

Tyler moves closer to your bed, but slowly, sort of like approaching an animal that doesn’t want to be approached. “It’s me darling” He says as he draws closer. He’s reaching over to wipe the tears from your cheeks before you even realize you’re crying. You lean into his touch instinctively. “What’re you doing here ty?” You’re pushing back more tears as he sits beside you. He looks warm. Warmer than the cold bed you’re laying in. “Your ma called me”. You laugh disbelievingly. Of course she did.

“You didn’t have to come ty, i’m fine” You say unconvincingly. “Oh i’m sure you are sweetheart” The pet names he’s lathering you in almost make you forget how long you’ve been gone. “Why don’t we go out, you can come to mine, the team misses you yknow” He says as he pulls you into his side. Every time he touches you it’s delicate like he’s afraid you’ll push him away, but you don’t. You never could and you never would. “Really? You want me there?” You push at your nose, trying to get it to stop running. “I always want you around, you know that” He runs his fingers through your hair till you’ve relaxed against him once again.

It always leads to you, in my hometown, sleep in, half the day. Just for, old times sake. I wont ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.

It takes little to no convincing from there to get you to join him at his farmhouse. Snow glistens, costing the fields of grass and dirt. You’ve packed a bag, a small one but tyler wanted you around and you’d take what you can get. You don’t know what it is about being around him that makes you want to be yourself but there’s a pleasant safe feeling that fills the air. He pulls into the driveway of his family’s farm house. You smile at the sight of it, it looks just the same as it always has only this time it’s topped with fresh white snow. You smile slightly as you notice the team in the living room through the window.

Tyler helps you out of the truck and grabs your bag before helping you over the ice and inside. “You know where the guest room is” He says as he gestures down the hall. He’s right you do. The only guest room you’ve ever stayed in at his house despite the very many. It’s the one right beside his room. He always told you he wanted you as close as possible if his parents wouldn’t let you sleep in the same room. You smile at the memory as you set your bag down on the bed. You start walking back towards the living room when you heard something “She’s home huh?” You don’t know that voice, but you can only assume it belongs to that doe eyed blonde.

“She is” You can hear the smile in tyler’s response and it makes you feel slightly better about yourself. The group welcomes you back in like you’ve never been gone and you sit beside tyler as some christmas movie plays. Kate, you learned her name, sits across the room at a love chair alone. She’s been staring at you two for the past fifteen minutes and it’s getting a bit harder to ignore. When you stand and head to the kitchen for some water she follows you. You get slightly concerned she’s dating tyler before she explains her reason for following you out here. “I’ve not know him long, but i could tell something was wrong, and in this short period of time that you’ve been here it’s like you’ve ignited something in him” She says as she stares at you

It always leads to you in my hometown. it always leads to you… in my hometown.

Later that night you’re tossing and turning in bed. You can’t stop thinking about when you left, why you left, or if it was even worth it. Three knocks sound on the other side of the wall. You smile despite yourself. You know who it is, it’s tyler. You reach up and knock back twice. The confirmation that you’re still awake. He knocks back four times. An asking. More like a begging. Begging you to join him in his room. You think about it for a minute before you climb out of the guest bed, which is still slightly cold despite you lying in it for an hour. You make your way to tyler’s room and walk towards his bed.

He reaches out for you and pulls you down like no time has passed. You smile at him as he burries his face in your neck. “I’ve missed you” It’s said so softly against your skin that you almost missed it. You run a hand through his hair and he burrows further into you. “I’ve missed you too ty, i’m sorry” You say as you tuck your face into his neck. “don’t have to be sorry, just don’t leave me again” he sounds like a kid but he can’t help it. You nod against his neck. You’re not leaving. Nothing could take you away from this. Not again. You can feel his body relax against yours as you tell him you’re not going anywhere.

There are things the two of you are going to have to work on but for now… here… in his warm bed, cuddled up together nothing else really matters.

#biggestsimponhere #tis the damn season #tyler owens #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens x you #tyler owens x y/n #glen powell #twisters #twisters fanfic

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captain-hawks · 2 months

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Hello hello! I've recently discovered your writing and am going absolutely WILD over it, especially your kn8 fics!!

But I would love to request Kenma Kozume(timeskip) and bathroom/shower with the reader as his roommate and helps him destress after a long day of working for his company and youtubing !!

collaboration

kenma kozume x f!reader

Kenma's nearly content to ignore his accidental discovery of your late night activities...until the sight of you wearing one of his shirts snaps the last remaining fragile threads of his willpower.

wc: 1.1k

c: 18+ only, and they were roommates, streamer!kenma, camgirl!reader, (guilty) masturbation, handjob

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — PART V

It’s a miracle, Kenma thinks to himself as he lays one palm flat against the smooth tiles of the shower wall, that he’s lasted this long.

His cock hangs erect and flushed between his legs, precum leaking from the tip, and a satisfying flood of pleasure surges through him when the fingers of his other hand close around its girth.

Eight months he’s lived with you in this two-bedroom apartment, eight months of soft, mumbled ‘good morning’s over coffee and late nights spent watching bad movies and playing video games on the couch.

You’re his roommate.

You’re his friend.

And he’s spent the last two months trying to forget about his accidental discovery of what exactly you’d fucking meant when you grinned at his streaming set up the first day you moved in, idly commenting that you “stream on occasion, too.” The answer to his question, though incredibly belated, came in the form of your tits on his computer screen late one night as he fervently searched for material to quell the aching need tented in his sweatpants.

He didn’t realize it was you, not at first. Not until you moved over just enough as you began to finger yourself to reveal a familiar, brightly-colored collage of posters behind your bed.

Kenma likes to think he’s been a decent roommate—he’s gone to whatever lengths necessary to think of anything but the swell of your perky tits and the sight of the slick arousal staining the inside of your thighs while he’s jerked off in the days since. He even blocked his own access to the website you stream on to avoid any future misclicks driven by selfish temptation and curiosity.

(Kuroo laughed so hard he cried when he told him and proceeded to call him a masochistic idiot.)

He might have even been able to move on past the entire thing unscathed…if he hadn’t stumbled out of his room today after streaming a grueling, infuriating six-hour-long raid to the sight of you bent over in front of the fridge wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pale pink cotton panties.

That still was nearly a recoverable offense, if not for the goddamn fact that the black t-shirt in question was his.

Even now, with his eyes firmly screwed shut as hot water pours down his back, the sight of KODZUKEN written in large, white letters across your shoulders is an insistent, hungry echo against the darkness of his eyelids.

Just this once—

Kenma lets himself remember the way your tits bounced as you scooted back across your mattress, the shape of your pert nipples, the way your hips arched up off of the bed when you slipped two fingers into your cunt.

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock. His head drops against the tiles, water sliding down the damp strands of his hair as steam fills the room. His balls ache.

He’s a fucking terrible roommate.

Kenma strokes his cock and bites his fist and wonders if you’d let him come all over your tits.

(He wonders if you’d wear that shirt while he fucks you.)

He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be fucking his fist wishing he was sinking his cock into the tight, wet heat of your cunt. His chest shouldn’t be heaving at the thought of burying his face between your thighs and lapping at your swollen pussy until you’re whimpering from overstimulation.

And suddenly, as disasters often go, a few unfortunate events occur simultaneously—

The bathroom door Kenma left unlocked in the midst of his frustration bursts open.

You loudly announce that you need to brush your teeth quickly.

And Kenma groans your fucking name while he’s pumping his throbbing shaft, the sound easily carrying across the bathroom tiles.

Kenma freezes, and everything goes silent, save for the sound of the running water pouring from the shower head.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

He gapes, turning to look at the shadow on the other side of the frosted glass of the shower door.

“Can I help?” you continue when he doesn’t respond.

Kenma knows he’s never quite had a way with words, but now he’s well and truly at a fucking loss in this moment.

“Why?”

Your soft laugh goes straight to his dick. “Because I want to.”

When the shower door slides open partway, you’re still wearing his shirt, and Kenma allows himself a brief moment to freely take in the sight before him.

“Hope you don’t mind I borrowed this,” you tell him, lips quirking upward in a smile as you tilt your head to the side slightly. “I may have accidentally left something in your drawer to make up for it.”

Kenma blinks, but he doesn’t have time to ponder over what you mean, because a moment later, you’re leaning into the shower just enough to wrap a hand around his shaft. He exhales roughly, taking a step backward, the door of the shower pressing into his shoulder blades as he turns his head to the side to glance at you.

He’s so hard, it hurts.

You run your teeth over your bottom lip as you stroke him, fingers deftly sliding up and down his length, breathy sighs leaving your lips as he gives in to the urge to rock his hips forward into your touch.

“Have you been watching my streams?” you ask him, lips hovering against the shell of his ear.

“Once,” he exhales sharply as your fingers clasp his balls before stroking from his base to his tip, thumb sliding over the precum that continues to steadily leak out.

You smile at him, like you know how fucking hard he’s been trying to maintain some modicum of respect for you as his friend. And then you send all of his good intentions spiraling in to a fucking ditch—

“That’s a shame. Personally, I like watching yours right before I stream.”

He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’s never been this hard in his life, not when your fingers are wrapped around his cock in the shower while openly admitting that you livestream yourself masturbating to him playing video games.

And because you clearly know no mercy, you tack on, for good measure:

“We could collaborate…”

Kenma comes so hard he nearly blacks out, his hips sloppily jerking into the grip of your fist as he slams both hands against the wall and groans, hot, sticky ropes of cum spurting from his cock and painting the gray tiles below.

—

Later, after Kenma finds a lacy, red thong nestled amongst the shirts in his dresser, he doesn’t feel bad at all when he fucks his fist with it wrapped around his cock.

—

And while he’s not quite ready to run the risk of someone on your streaming site recognizing Kodzuken while you’re whimpering and gasping as you ease yourself down into his length, his viewers are none the wiser when you take his dick into your mouth from beneath his keyboard in the middle of his next raid.

#kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #haikyuu #dee writes #spicy sleepover weekend

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stardustluvs · 1 year

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Car Sex - Sam Golbach x Colby Brock

MDNI || KINKTOBER

Word Count: 1,027

Pairing: Sam Golbach x Colby Brock

Summary: They just finished filming a video, what better way to celebrate than fucking in the backseat of Colby’s car?

Warnings: NSFW

Author’s Note: Welcome to day one of kinktober! Nobody better to kick off the month with than Sam and Colby! I’ve got a lot planned for this month so definitely check out my kinktober masterlist to see what else is coming up :)

Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list

After a long day and night of recording, it was nice to just sit and talk. It was dark outside and neither of the two had a clue what time it was as Sam leaned against Colby’s shoulder in the front seat of their car.

They hadn’t left the parking spot of the haunted building they had just investigated, rather sitting inside the car, reflecting on tonight's events and spending time talking to each other.

Youtube makes it kind of hard to have a relationship, especially when you’re both youtubers.

“We're gonna sit here all night?” Sam asked, mostly joking since it had been at least twenty minutes since they wrapped their video up.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Colby laughed in response, pressing a kiss against Sam’s head.

Sam sat up a little bit, “I’m kind of tired,” He admitted, to which Colby playfully rolled his eyes at.

“You’ll get to sleep in the car, we’re a good hour from home anyway,” Colby sighed, missing the way Sam had been resting against his shoulder just moments prior.

“Come here,” The brunet whispered softly under his breath, pulling Sam in and kissing his lips softly.

He could feel Sam smile against his lips before pulling away slowly.

“Missed you,” Sam said softly.

“I haven’t gone anywhere,” Colby said back, kissing him again, a little rougher this time, causing Sam to whine a little at the suddenness, but he melted into it, wrapping his arms around Colby’s neck while Colby kept him close, finding it a little hard to with them being in a car.

“Backseat?” Sam asked when he pulled away after a moment, resulting in the other nodding, moving to get out of the car and into the backseat as quickly as possible, Sam following suit.

Once the two of them were in the back of Colby’s car, Colby almost immediately resumed what he had been previously doing.

Their bodies were pressed so close against each other, their lips practically attacking each other. Colby’s arms were wrapped around Sam’s waist, pushing him back against the car seat.

“Colby, fuck, please…” Sam mumbled out through heavy breaths.

Colby wasted little time getting his belt buckle undone, pulling his pants down enough to show how hard he had become through this entire exchange.

Sam discarded his pants somewhere in the car, Colby leaned down to press soft kisses against Sam’s neck while he began palming the blond through his boxers.

Neither of them were worried about getting caught, it was late and they were in the middle of basically nowhere, there was zero chance they would ever be interrupted.

“Colby, oh my God, please,” He practically begged, needing more than just Colby’s hand. He rutted up against the other’s hand.

“Please what?” Colby teased, which only earned him a groan from Sam.

“Need you, so bad,” Sam pleaded.

“That’s all you had to say, Sammy,” Colby teased again, nipping at Sam’s neck softly.

Colby pulled his cock free from his boxers while Sam focused on getting his off as well.

Colby helped Sam lay back the seat as best as he could, reaching over to the center console of the front seat to get the small bottle of lube he very conveniently carried with him.

He squirted a little bit onto his fingers before tossing the bottle somewhere else in the car, warming the lube up on his fingers first. He pressed his index finger against Sam’s hole, watching his head fall back, almost immediately getting lost in the pleasure.

He inserted his finger and started to push it in and out, little noises erupting from Sam’s throat. It was music to Colby’s ears.

“More, Colby, please,” Sam begged.

Colby smiled a little and inserted a second finger into him, beginning to set a steady pace, scissoring his boyfriend open.

“Shit, Colby, ah-” Colby could hear that Sam was getting close already, so he removed his fingers, causing Sam to whine at the loss of contact.

“It’s okay, just don’t want you to cum yet,” He said, reassuring Sam while he lined himself up with Sam’s entrance.

Sam moved his hips to try to get Colby to hurry up. Colby held Sam’s waist in place as he pushed himself into him.

It ripped a moan from Sam’s throat as he grabbed at Colby’s shirt, trying to hold onto any part of him that he could reach.

All Sam could say was Colby’s name as his eyes rolled back into his head. Colby slowly set a steady pace, fucking into Sam at a faster speed, groans falling from his own lips.

“Mmf…uckk..” Sam whined as Colby adjusted their position just a little, allowing himself to move faster, and harder. Sweat was starting to cover Sam’s body, his hair sticking against his forehead. Normally it probably would’ve made him feel gross but he couldn’t worry about that right now. He didn’t have a care in the world about how he looked right now because God, why should he when Colby was pounding him into the backseat of his car…

It was when Colby angled himself just right, when he hit Sam’s prostate, causing him to practically scream, and if they were anywhere else, they would have definitely gotten caught.

“Colby- there- please, fuck-” He panted, feeling as Colby continued to hit that spot every time. His eyes rolled back again and his head tilted back against the car seat.

Colby felt himself building up to his own release, hardly able to even think, himself, “I’m so close, Sam, shit,” He groaned.

Sam felt that long awaiting feeling in his stomach snap, as he finally released, making a mess of the two of them, and Colby’s car.

Colby continued fucking Sam through his release, himself cumming soon after.

After somewhat catching their breaths, Colby pulled out, trying his hardest to not just collapse.

Sam pulled him down anyway, the two of them laying, mostly uncomfortably, together in the backseat of the car.

“We should do that after every video,” Colby joked, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek.

Maybe just a few minutes of this would be okay…then they could go home.

#ship #solby #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby smut #sam x colby #sam golbach x colby brock #solby smut #kinktober

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echantedtoon · 4 months

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Monster Rengoku Oneshot

Just something small I thought of writing.

(This is based on the Cryptid Rengoku x Listener video by Anigomi on YouTube linked below.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TP-mA38n4fY&list=LL&index=8&pp=gAQBiAQB )

You awakened with a gasp, bolting up and panting as you pushed yourself up from the bed you laid upon.

The night feeling chilly as your hands came up to your face as you groaned and rubbed it. Man...What a weird dream. That giant dragon looked too real and frightful. Your mom was right. You had to stop staying up so late. Judging by how dark it was, it must've only been a few hours into the night. Well at least you could go back to sleep now-...You paused when your weight shifted and the soft bed was suddenly rough and-....stick like?? Like you were laying upon a bunch of branches and twigs. Opening your eyes, you strained to adjust to the dark surrounding you and suddenly realized with a jolt, you were feeling cold because you WERE OUTSIDE!!! You stared as moonlight seeped through from the giant moon above you lighting up what looked like to be a forest, and you were at the very top of a tree on something flat and made of sticks. ...This was NOT your bedroom. As your mind tried to figure out how you could've possibly ended up in a tree in the middle of no where, your luck instantly got WORSE when something BIG blocked the moon as it's shadow loomed over you. You're blood went cold and body froze as whatever it was shifted above you. As if you were in a horror movie, your body acted on it's own as you turned around and looked up the black body of the feathered beat that somehow didn't break the tree top with how BIG it was. And your eyes went small.

A. GIANT. FIGURE. WAS. STARING. AT. YOU!!!

It didn't seem too happy either as it suddenly snapped it's arms out and delivered what could only be described as a mix between a fox shriek and a lion roar. You screamed, both voices echoing out throughout the forest and scrambled back-

"AAAHHHH!!"

Your arms flailed out as you suddenly went backwards and down you went over the edge. Your screams of tumbling down from a tree were cut short as it felt like you hit every single branch on your way down. Pain exploded everywhere your body made contact with the branches until finally with a final thud, your body fell hard onto soft grass. Knocking the air out of your lungs and you gasping for air on your side. Your body was in pain from everywhere your body hit the tree and you were sure it would leave bruises and scratches later. You coughed and gasped for air, lungs burning but you nearly stopped breathing again when the same call came from the thing above making your body feel like it was dipped in ice as your heartbeats sore. Adrenaline kicked in know as your body wobbled and felt so light, not to mention hurt, as you forced yourself to stand and start walk-running away, swaying as you still gasped for air but your panicked state didn't care about the pain or anything as you somehow quickly got your balance back and started running through the dark. The sounds and darkness of the forest blocked almost all moonlight as you blindly ran to try and get away from the giant demon monster, to keep from being eaten. You ran...and ran...and ran blindly in the dark with your hands in front of you barefoot. Branches and other plants hitting your legs and face as you did, the sounds of the bird thing behind you disappearing as you kept running. At one point you had the brilliant idea to look behind you to see if anything was following you-

"AH!"

Your foot once again got caught on something. You screamed as your body went tumbling head over heels down a hill in the dark. Your already sore and hurt body becoming even more so as you rolled and rolled and rolled until you finally came to a stop at the bottom of it onto your back, with your body facing the sky. Your vision swam and your head spun as you stared up dizzily at the sky as your vision blurred. Everything went around and around in circles until something looked down at you blocking out the moon and stars. Red eyes boring into yours.

"This game of chase was quite delightful! It was very clever of you try hiding from me in a tree!! Unfortunately I should've mentioned that I could climb trees just as easily as I could hunt."

Your vision finally refocused until you finally got a look at what was tickling your cheeks. Blood red eyes with nothing but a tiny white dot for a pupil stared at you. A lumbering furry mass in similar build to a werewolf stared down at you intently with the focus of a hungry lion spotting a wounded deer. Ears peeked up high end a large smile full of just are red fangs in a similar style to a Cheshire cat. The large head tilted at you and you discovered that the thing tickling your face was the longer strands of his fiery mane. His entire body was entirely blonde except where it dipped into dark oranges and crimson reds. The dark black claw that curiously nudged your forehead when you didn't respond to him was an example of that

"Well you could've been a little more tactful..I could've broken something falling like that." You were already sore and he was lucky you didn't break something.

"But then it wouldn't be chase!," he commented leaning further over. "Although I was quite surprised by how frightened you were. Perhaps I won't scare you awake next time."

Now you remembered where you were. Kyojuro insisted on playing 'chase' again which seemed to be his favorite game but to you it was just a scarier version of hide and seek. You'd climb a tree to hopefully avoid him tackling you to the ground again while playing but you must've fallen asleep considering how late it was. You also had forgotten about his heightened sense of smell and hearing too.

"Maybe let's take a break from games that you always win at."

You sat up slowly with a groan at the soreness of your poor body. Ducking under his head and not paying him too much attention as two giant hands picked you up from under the arms and hold you up in the air.

"SPLENDID!! Then you can choose to become my mate then!"

"That again?" You strained to look over your shoulder at his face. "You ask me that every time I visit you."

"And I have yet to get an answer!"

Behind him you could faintly hear the sounds of his tail wagging. As fluffy as the rest of him. Sometimes you wondered if he was a werewolf but he looked too fox like. A werefox? Was there even such a thing? Was he a hybrid of two or more cryptids? Or was he something differently entirely? Maybe a mutated werewolf?

"The only way I'll agree to it is if I say yes."

...His head tilted eyes crinkling in mischief. "So you're saying that you only agree to it if you say yes?"

"Yes-"

"THEN IT'S SETTLED!! YOU STAY HERE NOW!!"

You stared at him wide eyed. "What?! No! I didn't agree to that!"

"You said you agree if you said 'yes' and you said it twice! So you stay!"

"WHAT?! NO!!" You struggled and kicked out in midair causing him to chuckle at your useless flailing in his arms. "I didn't say yes to that-"

"THREE TIMES NOW!! WOW!! YOU MUST REALLY WANT TO STAY!"

"KYOJURO!!"

"Y/N!! That's everyone here!"

"Put me down!"

"Say please."

You glared at his face. "...please?"

"Nope! I'm taking you home now."

"I didn't say yes to this!"

"FOUR TIMES!"

"KYO!!"

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arealphrooblem · 1 year

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A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find Part 2

I was blown away by the response to something I banged out without much thought.! I've received several asks about continuing this so here is part two! Thank you everyone!

Synopsis: Civilian has harbored a secret crush on his roommate for a long time, only to find out that said roommate is the newest villain on the scene during a robbery at his job.

Part one here

CW: named characters (juggling two unnamed male characters pronoun wise was just a huge headache)

“Salt?”

Ben stared at his roommate from across their tiny kitchen table. Two bowls of soup lay before each of them, accompanied by folded napkins and spoons and glasses of water. The formality instantly raised his hackles. Whatever happened to eating on the couch while they watched stupid youtube prank videos?

Fear and anger twisted and blended into each other until he didn’t know what was responsible for the maelstrom in his chest that the hot shower did nothing to calm down.

“How long?” he said instead.

It was the question that plagued him the most. Did this start before they met? Had Ben lived with a stranger in a mask this whole time? Or did it start later? Did something horrible happen to make Adam desperate enough to try villainy and could Ben have prevented it?

“How long has salt been around?” Adam asked blithely. “I don’t know. Probably at least a thousand years or more. Did the Romans use salt? You’re the history nerd, not me.”

“Don’t mock me,” Ben snapped. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Do you really want to know?”

What fucking kind of question was that? But Adam tilted his head to the side, the look in his eyes deadly serious.

“Because if I tell you,” he continued, “that could implicate you. Once you know, you can’t un-know. And Heroes have ways of making you talk. There’s no way they’d believe you didn’t help me all this time.”

So consumed with the fear of Adam himself, Ben never thought to be concerned with anyone else. Now a new fear dug its roots into him.

“There’s no way they’d believe it now,” he said, heart thudding again.

“They would if you were genuinely clueless.”

Or if I turned you in Ben thought. That was the other thought that had plagued him the last few days.

Now that he knew, what was he supposed to do about it?

“But I don’t intend on you talking to anyone about this,” Adam added.

Again, Ben’s hackles raised at the certainty in Adam’s voice. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“How would you stop me?”

He didn’t mean it as a taunt. He knew Adam was dangerous, but not how. Did Adam have powers or weapons? What plans did he have for Ben?

“You don’t want the answer to that question either,” Adam replied softly. “But know that I would, if I had to. I’m capable of anything when I know it’s my best option.”

The lump was back in Ben’s throat, making it hard to swallow. He could stomach the lying, even understand it a little. How do you tell your roommate that you’re the one behind all the recent robberies and arson?

And Ben could handle the crimes, for the most part. This city ate people alive and anyone not obscenely wealthy had one bad accident standing between themselves and homelessness. So far Adam’s crew had only targeted places with large payouts. They took hostages when necessary but had no casualties so far.

But the threats? The knife at his throat? The lack of hesitation before launching to dark promises of violence hurt Ben the most. Even without his stupid crush, they had become friends the last three years. Their lives had become enmeshed with each other’s in a domestic intimacy that went beyond two people who simply shared a space.

Adam knew his allergies and what restaurants to avoid because of it. He knew Ben’s parents and siblings. He knew Ben’s failed dreams and useless history degree. They shared shampoo and lonely holiday dinners and a Netflix account.

Ben thought he knew Adam the same way. But now all that had unraveled, and though he never harbored the hope that Adam could return his affections, seeing how easily Adam could threaten his life as if Ben never meant anything to him . . .

The knife would hurt less.

“What . . .” Ben swallowed again, his voice coming out choked. “What do you want me to do? I can move out. Leave the city.”

Adam’s eyebrows shot up. “Leave? You can’t leave!”

Hope rose ever so slightly without Ben’s permission. But when had it ever listened in the first place?

“I can’t afford this apartment without you.”

And there it went, dashed on the rocks.

“Haven’t you been . . .earning extra income,” Ben asked hesitantly.

“Not enough to cover your portion of everything for more than a month or two. Besides . . .I only get a small percentage of the cut. I need you.”

Boy, would Ben have loved to hear that in literally any other circumstance.

“But I’m a liability now,” he protested.

“Are you?”

Adam got a certain look in his eye anytime they played strategy games. It didn’t matter what kind — Among Us, Monopoly, chess, Street Fighter. His mind always worked five steps ahead, thinking of contingency plans for contingency plans, and Ben knew when that glint showed up in Adam’s eye, he was about to lose. That he had lost long before he even realized it.

“Here’s the way I see it.” Adam leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “You hate living with your parents and you don’t want to leave the city. I can’t leave because I’m . . .in the middle of things. If either of us were to move out, we’d both have to find another roommate and the odds of us finding people that work as well with us as we do with each other is impossible. We would both be miserable.”

“You think I would be more miserable with a person who didn’t threaten me with a knife?” Ben asked.

And the answer to that question was yes, but Adam didn’t have to know that.

“What if they never turn the light on when they piss at night and get it all over the toilet?” Adam countered. “What if they eat the last of all your snacks or move their obnoxious girlfriend in or never empty the dishwasher before sticking their dirty dishes in?”

Objectively speaking, Ben would rather have a knife to his throat one time than deal with any of those on a constant basis.

“We know how to live with each other. We’ve developed a routine that has worked for years. This doesn’t have to change anything. It’s not like I haven’t been doing this for months while you had no clue anyway.”

“You will never trust me not to snitch,” said Ben.

“If I’m in jail, then how are you going to still live here with any kind of sanity? Better yet — if I’m thrown in prison because you ran your mouth, how are you going to be safe from retaliation from my boss or crew members? How are you going to avoid your own prison sentence for being an accessory? Is it worth your life to put me away?”

That last question hit him hard. He knew it was cowardly and stupid beyond measure, but he couldn’t bear the thought of blowing up the little life he’d carved for himself here. It didn’t amount to much, especially to his parents, but he loved it all the same.

“No,” he told Adam softly. “It’s not worth it.”

He loved his life and he loved Adam and he loved his life because of Adam and it all fed into each other like one writhing ouroboros.

Adam leaned back again, looking devastatingly smug. “I didn’t think so.”

“So . . .what now?” Ben bit at his lower lip, the nervous tell that always gave him away in poker. “What do you want me to do?”

“Eat your soup for starters.” Adam nodded at the bowl in front of Ben. “And then give me your phone.”

“My phone? What do you want with my phone?”

Adam leveled a flat look over the table. A look he shot at Ben frequently over the years when Ben made a particularly bad pun. He used to love making Adam give him that look. Now it felt tainted with an undercurrent of a threat.

“Eat your soup, Ben.”

Ben ate his soup. It came out great, almost as if they had just ordered it from the restaurant that inspired it. Adam didn’t cook often, but when it did it outshone Ben’s rudimentary skills. And when they both finished, Ben cleared the table, almost on autopilot, because the person who didn’t cook did the dishes. It was one of the first routines they established.

Usually Ben hated washing dishes which was why he volunteered to make dinner so often. Tonight however it offered a soothing distraction, much more effective than the shower Adam insisted he take. Right up until he felt Adam’s hands on his thighs, sliding up to the edge of his front pocket.

“What are you doing?” he yelped, dropping the spoon with a clatter.

“Looking for your phone.” Adam’s voice pressed right against the shell of Ben’s ear.

His fingers wriggled their way into the pocket, tight in old jeans Ben should have thrown out when he graduated. His breath stuttered in his chest at the intrusion, which lasted only a few seconds, and at the triumphant snort against his ear when Adam slipped the phone out.

He swallowed thickly, throat tight for a very different reason than before. Adam stepped back, the heat of him gone just as suddenly as it appeared. A glance over his shoulder showed Adam leaning against the stove, brow furrowed as he typed in Ben’s password. Because of course Ben had given it to him, thoughtlessly, for vague future emergencies.

“What are you doing to it?” he asked, nerves fluttering in the pit of his stomach. What if he didn’t get it back?

“Precautionary measures,” Adam replied distractedly. “I’ll give it back in the morning.”

“The morning?”

He spun around, soap dripping from his hands. Adam leveled another flat look at him.

“Do you want this to work or should I get another knife?” he said.

The blood drained from Ben’s face. His eyes darted over to the knife block, sitting just inches away from Adam’s hip. There was no way he could reach it in time — not that it would matter if he could. Clumsy and inexperienced, he’d only hurt himself and save Adam the trouble.

“I just . . .want to know what’s happening,” he said, eyes prickling for the second time that night, goddamn it. “You don’t have to keep threatening me.”

The cognitive dissonance of having Adam so carelessly threaten him, pulling a knife on him — Adam, his best friend that he lived with for years — felt like it could split his head apart. Life was starting to not feel real anymore, like he was in a video game instead. Or a nightmare.

Adam’s expression flickered, looking almost stricken, before Ben turned away. He rinsed what was left of the suds from his hands and then turned the water off.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, even though it was barely dark. “Keep the phone.”

Then he walked straight down the back hall to his bedroom. Adam called his name, almost too softly to hear, but Ben ignored him and shut the door.

He locked it too, for good measure. Not that it mattered. Sleep did not accompany him much that night.

Part Three

#villain x civilian #hero x villain #m x m #my writing #friends to enemies to lovers #writeblr #named characters #a good roommate is hard to find

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strawberryscribblesandwrites · 1 year

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Dwayne x reader fluff

two ways were staying with the boys in the cave could go, one way is the more chaotic music, junk food, dancing, rowdy jokes and well, feeding which always got messy. the second option was rare having a calm night.

as much as I enjoyed the wild mischievous nature of my boys a calm night was needed now and then, especially when you needed to recharge your social battery and Dwayne was usually the one to notice when your social battery was dead.

that was one of the things I loved about Dwayne he was very observant and caring about those he cares for I suppose this comes with hundreds of years of life.

Dwayne and I sat on one of the run-down couches in the cave my head resting on his toned thighs. the soft sound of music filled the cave, I sighed contently as Dwayne ran his hands through my hair when I suddenly got an idea.

"hey Dwayne," I said sweetly

"yes," he said dragging out the s as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion

"do you know what a phone is" I chuckled as his face morphed from suspicion to amusement

" yes I do," he said matter of factly

" have you seen a modern phone like the one that isn't from the 80s," I asked

"what do you mean sweety," he asked confused

" well I mean it's not like you boys have phones or keep up to date with technology much" he gave me a hum at my explanation "I still don't understand," he said as his eyebrows creased.

"here let me just show you, honey," I said sitting up and kissing him on his jaw as I situated myself next to him as I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and pulled up youtube, from the corner of my eye I could see Dwayne his face was in a state of both confusing and intrigue. I quickly put in a search for funny cat videos.

"here baby I think you would like these" I said as I handed him my phone and snuggled into his side.

I smiled as I watched cats do stupid things "hey baby this is so stupid, its something paul Marko or even laddie would find funny" he chuckled leaning his head down into my neck as I continued giggling "you so stupid" he said affectionately as he kissed my neck.

"I love you too honey," I said slightly turning my head to kiss the crown of his head

"you should show the boys," he said with what sounded like a smile on his face "I'm sure they would enjoy it "

"well what would you enjoy," I asked turning my phone off to look at Dwayne, he stood heading towards a set of draws up before answering

"what ya got there handsome" I questioned "a book," he said dryly with a smile "well no duh, what book," I asked

"well if you shut up and listen you will find out baby," he said as he sat down and patted his thighs so following his instructions I lay my head down on his legs he opened the old book turning the pages with care

his deep soothing voice filled my ears "I love when you read to me bubby" I mumbled causing him to smile as he continued to read.

looking up at him I admired his jaw and the way the muscles moved as he talked sitting back up I kissed his jaw I continued my attack kissing along his jaw and down his neck until I got to his exposed collar bone where I decided to give him a gentle bite

"Baby what are you doing," he said looking down at me from his book with dark eyes and a sweet smile I only offered him a giggle and a shrug, before kissing my way back up his chest and neck until I got to his face where I placed a flurry of kisses on his checks and nose then finally I kissed his lips causing him to let out a low rumbling groan

“You're a little devil” he purred causing a mischievous smile to light up my face.

He pulled me into his chest with a soft sigh before shifting us both to lay down more on the rickety old couch.

“Now your gonna shut up and let me read okay,” he said sternly as he opened the old leather-bound book, despite him being a vampire his skin was warm and comforting the feeling of his warm arms wrapped around me mixed with the soft deep rumble of his chest lulled me to sleep.

#tlb x you #tlb x reader #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #horror fiction #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys x reader #dwayne tlb #tlb dwayne x reader #dwayne the lost boys #tlb dwayne #tlb dwayne x reader fluff #slashers x reader #strawberry scribbles and writes <3

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sunflowerhae · 2 months

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Bad Girls Club

Haechan

Haechan doesn’t remember when he first started liking y/n. Maybe he stumbled on one of her videos while in a nightlong YouTube session. Maybe he was recommended her videos by a friend. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter. What matters to Haechan is that he likes her. A lot. Not in a creepy stalker way, but in a supportive “I love your content and want the best for you” way (And maybe a little stalking). You have to understand, Haechan doesn’t have a lot in his life that makes him happy. He has his friends, sure, but with school kicking his ass, plus his part time job down at the local mart always calling to ask him to cover - well, haechan has a lot on his plate. But all those issues go away when he can look at y/n’s smiling face through a screen for just a little bit. And he’s okay with that, really. But what Haechan doesn’t know is he’s about to get a whole lot more than just a window into a world once unknown to him.

Mark

Mark is Haechan’s best friend, as well as the TOP music major at SNU for his grade. If that doesn’t tell you all about him, then I don’t know what will. Although, maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye. When you first meet mark, you might find him a little reserved; quiet. But really, he’s just biding his time. When he’s ready, Mark will hit you with things about yourself you weren’t even sure you knew. Because Mark, above all else, is a studier of people. And he is doubted, often, for the silly things that come out of his mouth. But if you listen, you’ll realize he just has a certain..way of saying things; that what he’s mumbling is actually deep and poetic. It makes you understand why Mark is the top of his class, and why Haechan is his best friend. Because where Haechan is a yapper, mark is a listener.

Renjun

What Haechan doesn’t remember, Renjun does. It was a dark, cold, stormy night (it was 8pm and the weather was 76° with not even a cloud in sight) when renjun was laying on haechans bed, watching a twitch stream that stared one of his favorite artists, Giselle. But Haechan wasn’t really looking at the girl renjun always seemed to fawn over, for he was too busy staring at the girl next to her. After basically forcing her name out of Renjun’s mouth - by ways of sitting on him - Haechan heard the name “y/n” for the first time, and the rest was history. Renjun can’t really blame his friend, but he can blame himself for being a bad influence; something Renjun is glad to be. If he’s not pestering one of his friends to buy him something, he’s ignoring them, or making fun of them. In a cute, endearing sort of way, of course. In real life, Renjun is a great person to have on your side. The art student is a quiet, but fierce storm to be sure. Just don’t piss him off and you’ll be fine - something that’s easier said than done.

Chenle

Honestly, Chenle doesn’t know how he became friends with these people. One minute, he’s a new Chinese transfer to SNU who barely speaks Korean, the next he’s introduced to Renjun - a quiet, yet interesting man who he’s told will be his guide around campus - and now, 3 years later, he finds himself regularly debating conspiracy theories with Karina, trying his hardest not to punch Haechan in the face, and fending himself off from the paws of all of his friends as they beg him to “fulfill his duties as the rich friend”. And, after all that, no matter how much the business student complains about them, he can’t fight the smile that reaches his eyes every time he’s with them. In actuality, Chenle loves his friends and life very much, but tell ANYONE that and you’ll be seeing the back of your eyelids soon after.

Ningning

Ningning is a coffee feen. If there’s coffee in a room, Ningning is also in that room. And that’s how she met her current friends, actually. One day mark and Haechan walked into the best coffee shop on campus - SNU Cafe - and saw a tired looking girl behind the register. When she thought they weren’t looking, they saw her shoot a cup of espresso, and laughed so hard she couldn’t help but join. Ningning was always a little scared of Korea. A new, scary country with a complicated, scary language. Even after she settled in, even after she found friends, and even after she tells people she loves it here and never wants to leave (which is true), Ningning still gets a little nervous when someone talks in Korean too fast to her. Thus, it was proclaimed that she must be protected at all times. Because, genuinely, Ningning is just a sweet girl who loves coffee, and her friends. What more could someone ask for in a friend?

Karina

The first thing people say when they meet Karina is typically, “woah”. Not in a “woah she’s so pretty and cool” way, but more like “woah she looks so scary I should run”. Karina has always had trouble finding friends in her life. It’s not her fault she has RBF and a quiet disposition. But the cards she’s been dealt are just something she lives with, and no matter. Sometimes, good things just fall into Karina’s lap. Maybe call it the universe giving back some karma from her lack of success in the human interaction department. That’s why her friends call her their “lucky cat” because no matter what is going on, if Karina is around, you know it’ll be okay. But regardless of all that, Karina prides herself on one thing above all else; her honesty. Her candor holds no favorites - even if you’re her very best friend - act stupid, you’ll be told you’re being stupid. Really, Karina means no harm. She just wants the best for her loved ones; even if she has to push them to be the best.

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Notes: these characters descriptions were LONG . But I just really wanted the characters to be fleshed out im sorry 🥹 DW the fun starts now😈😈

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fandangotales · 1 year

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Captor Xiao: Introduction

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GN! Reader

Warnings: Unhealthy attachment, obsessive tendencies, descriptions of depression, dark content.

Please do not read if you think this will have a negative affect on your mental health. If you are experiencing any of these behaviors/habits yourself, please seek out support.

There’s a loud crash, as Xiao’s keyboard slams into his desk. He had just got sniped… again. He hissed in annoyance, closing out of the game. He just wasn’t able to focus as usual, and instead his mind was running rampant with thoughts and images of you.

He groans, laying down on his bed, staring at the darkness of the ceiling. The only light came shown from his computer monitor, as it flickered randomly.

Earlier, he had watched another one of your streams, and some of your random content on YouTube. Gods, he loved you so much. Just seeing those videos, or even just hearing your voice was enough to drag him out of the worst of moods… which was quite the feat these days.

You usually streamed once a week, and he honestly didn’t know what he would do without those regular updates. It was almost like a set schedule… every Friday night, you’d stream for a minimum of 2 hours. Such an event had repeated for the last 2 months, much to his delight. At this point, Xiao couldn’t imagine going without those weekly updates. Sure, he could watch some contemplations, or rewatch one of your recorded streams. But it really wasn’t the same the second time… not when he had memorized every single word that came out of your pretty lips.

Maybe his… interest in you was getting a little overboard. Although, he couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when you had done so much for him and his current self. You could be compared to a sweet dream… utterly perfect and uplifting in every form. And for Xiao, whose life had been filled with so many struggles, he found it incredibly difficult to break away from that sweet dream. He never wanted to let you go… because if he did, he would simply return to that… terrible sense of misery that seemed to accompany him even in the happiest of moments.

With you… he didn’t feel the overwhelming pressure that usually accompanies his mind. And sometimes, he would pretend you were there with him, if only to help him do the simplest of tasks. Getting out of bed at a reasonable hour, or taking care of himself was instantly made much easier, if he would take the time to imagine you there with him, with one of your typical comments.

“Wake up, silly goose. It’s literally 11am!” You’d say, with your ever-present smile.

Or sometimes,

“Come on, you can do it. Take a shower… it’ll only take 20 minutes, max. It’s not so bad. If you do that… you can eat some of the almond tofu left over in the fridge!”

Maybe it wasn’t the most normal thing to imagine, but if it helped? He wasn’t complaining.

Xiao buried his face in the single pillow on his bed, letting out a sigh. Just seeing you was enough to make him smile… the soft tone of your voice and the way you’d always dress up for your streams… it was truly a sight to see. You were divine… gracing him with your time and company, if only through the screen of his computer monitor. This way, he was allowed to bask in your presence, even if he was a nobody. Even if he didn’t deserve the smallest bit of attention from you.

His computer made a soft sound, indicating that he had an unread notification. He instantly clicked on it, after he saw the typical greeting from your twitch channel.

“Hi everyone!

I’m so sorry to announce this, but I’ll be taking a 3 week break due to some personal reasons. Please don’t worry about me, as everything is completely fine. I just need some time to take a break from my usual routine, as I’ve been feeling tired and worn out as of late. Thank you for your understanding, and I’ll be seeing you all after three weeks.

Love you all, and stay safe…”

No….

It’s as if his mood had completely dropped to rock bottom. Forget his previous excitement; forget his previous happiness at seeing one of your announcements. It all was crushed the moment he read those words.

3 weeks.

You couldn’t be serious. 3 weeks? Three whole weeks. It was already hard enough… waiting for 6 days between your regular weekly streams.

The day after the stream would be the easiest, as he would be thinking back to everything that you said throughout the day. It was fresh in his memory… your comforting presence fresh in his mind.

The day after that, the initial happiness began to fizzle away. Still there… but it was much less potent than the day before.

Halfway through the week, it’s almost as if he hadn’t even seen you. Those were always the hardest days… the days were he was thrust back into the familiar feeling of loneliness. It was a heavy feeling, weighing down on him as he tried to sleep. He struggled to even relax… as the negative feelings would always overwhelm him to the point where he didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed. At that point, it seemed like there was no point of anything. No point of taking care of himself. No point in eating. No point… of simply existing. There was no point, if he was without you.

The two days before the stream, his mood switched to one of anxious anticipation. He knew you’d be online… in 2 days. If he could just hold out until then, he’d be able to see you again!

The very day before the stream, Xiao didn’t even sleep. He couldn’t forgive himself if he missed even one second of your content, or one second of your intro screen. It was like a religious ritual… one that he followed perfectly as if he was your devoted worshipper.

2 hours before the stream, he was biting his nails. The anticipation was killing him.

1 hour… he was grabbing another cup of coffee. He was exhausted, but it was worth it if he was able to see you.

30 minutes… he tapped his leg, as he shifted in his gaming chair. Usually your intro screen was on by now… what was happening? Was something wrong? Did you…

Can…

Cancel?

This couldn’t be… not after he put so much effort into staying awake just for you. His breathing got heavier, as he started going into a full blown panic attack. You… you were avoiding him? What did he do…? He’s sorry… he must’ve disappointed you… he’s so worthless… sorry…

he’s sorry…

15 minutes later, the familiar waiting screen appeared on, with a little note apologizing for the late start. He breathed a sigh of relief, as his previous mood completely evaporated at the sight.

You were just late… everything was ok. What a benevolent streamer you were, offering a little apology just for him. He sighed, smiling slightly. You always were the sweetest…

When the stream started, his expression changed to one of pure elation. Seeing you… seeing this new content, hearing about your day… it was the best thing that has happened to him since your last stream. He eagerly watched the stream, replying to your little comments as if you were talking to him and him alone.

You think the “Crimson Witch of Flames” domain is terrible? Xiao agrees, because the Lavawalker set is useless. (He doesn’t even know what artifacts are… he just heard you complain about that set in particular)

You pulled Nahida in a recent banner? Xiao doesn’t even play Genshin Impact, but he’s already looking into this character so that he can better understand your favorite game. He really doesn’t need to understand the whole story line of the game… but if it helps him connect with you in that way, then he’ll gladly look into it. Even if it means watching hours of videos, and spending hours on the Genshin Impact Wiki.

He’s just that devoted… willing to do that… willing to do… anything for you.

One week was doable. A struggle, but he could always power through.

But…

Three weeks?

His apartment was silent, except for an occasional sob, as he curled into a small ball on the floor of his room.

The teal LED lights shown down on his pale body, as it was shook on the floor.

The only other sounds in that apartment was the quiet hum of his PC fans, and the occasional startup sound of the air conditioner.

He was alone.

Again.

Again, he’s alone.

…he needed you.

#genshin impact #xiao x you #genshin yandere #yandere #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin x reader

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spark-my-nature · 2 years

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Decorum and Refinement - JTK

I won't lie, this is self-serving filth. I know I'm not alone in being down bad for Oliver Reed though.

Words: 5k

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, face riding, roleplaying, light degradation, masturbation, all of the filth

Summary: Jake discovers your dirty little secret, but Oliver reaps the benefits of your fantasy.

It was ridiculous, really. Absolutely ridiculous, the effect it had on you. Almost as ridiculous as the persona itself.

You’d managed to keep Jake in the dark about your… special interest. You weren’t sure how, as he prided himself on knowing every single detail he could possibly learn about you. Your boyfriend was endearingly doting, but it made it exceptionally hard to hide anything from him, even to save yourself from the onslaught of embarrassment you were sure would follow if your fantasies got out.

Biting your lip and sighing softly through your nose, you clicked replay on the YouTube video for the fourth time that afternoon. You glanced at the time in the corner of your laptop screen, making sure Jake wouldn’t be home for another hour at least from his lunch with the guys. You let out a whine in the privacy of your room as the video started again, staccato strings softly arpeggiating through the speakers of your computer.

“Why did I decide to become an actor…” Oliver Reed’s rumbly voice began. Your heart beat a little faster, and a silly smile spread across your face, accompanied by a shy blush. You lay on your stomach on the bed, chin propped on your hand as you drank in your boyfriend’s masterclass persona. You were vaguely aware of the accumulating evidence in your panties of the chokehold it had on you, but you ignored it, knowing you didn’t have time to see it through before the real Jake would be home. Opting instead to torture yourself, you sighed again lustfully at the screen as Oliver’s pink lips glistened with whiskey through the fake beard.

He was going to be the death of you. You couldn’t tear your eyes off the veins and muscles twining delicately around his tanned forearms, extending into strong fingers that wrapped teasingly around the neck of the bottle of Jack Daniels and a cigar. He was so delicious, smoke billowing gently from his pursed lips, gesturing wildly with his cane.

The cane. Don’t even start with that fucking prop. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before returning your gaze to the screen, grinding your hips into your bedspread. You let out a shaky sigh as you watched Oliver say the words, “I am your daddy.” Another small whine escaped your lips, and you huffed slightly.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself and quickly crawled up the bed, flopping on your back, and popped open the button of your jeans. You set the laptop on your thighs, balancing it before pulling your zipper down. Your hand wriggled into your tight jeans, slipping into your panties as Oliver leaned back in the green velvet chair. You sighed at the mess sticking to your cotton undies, and as the increasingly inebriated man on the screen stumbled around shouting profanities, your fingers went to work.

Jake, on the other hand, was no longer at lunch with his brothers. The guys were too eager to get back to their own respective partners, as was Jake, and so as soon as they’d finished eating, they said their goodbyes. He was still chuckling to himself as he switched his jacket to his other arm to open the door. Shaking his head, recalling the story Sam told him about Danny, he set his jacket down over the back of a chair and looked around. The living room was empty, but he saw your glass of water on the coffee table and sweater tossed on the couch, proving you were still home. Curious, he walked quietly down the hall, still no sign of you. His eyes had just settled on the staircase when he heard the smallest noise coming from the bedroom. Furrowing his brow, Jake paused, listening for a moment, and then he heard it again. His eyes widened, a smirk spreading deviously across his face at the source of the sound.

“My, my, my,” he whispered to himself, and creeped up the stairs. The bedroom door was ajar, and he could faintly see the glow of a screen in the darkness of the room. His mind rushed with the implications of a screen combined with the sweet whines you were making. Were you watching porn? He bit his lip in excitement, never having known you did such a thing. You’d never said anything, he wondered what genres you liked. He felt his pants getting tighter as his imagination ran wild. Was his amazing girlfriend into lesbian porn? Anal? What if you were into something really kinky… unable to stop his curiosity any longer, he tiptoed toward the bedroom door, avoiding the creaky boards on the floor. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt-

His jaw fell to the floor at the sight in front of him. You were laid out on the couch, hand moving in tight circles under the cover of your pants, mouth hanging open as soft pants escaped you. All of this exactly as Jake pictured it, better, even. But the contents of the screen, he never would have guessed in a million years. His masterclass video. That’s what you were getting off on? His moronic Oliver Reed parody?

Jake stood there, stunned for a few seconds, allowing the confusing, yet incredibly erotic scene play out before him. His hand found his erection through his pants, palming it and swallowing a moan. You seemed to be getting close, if the increasingly frantic movement of your hand was anything to go by.

An idea formed in his head, and he smirked, hoping it would go the way he hoped.

Pushing the door open a little more, Jake slipped into the gravelly British accent you apparently loved so much. “Well, well, well.”

You let out a short scream, hand flying out of your pants and slamming the laptop shut with a furious blush. You blinked at him, panting softly in surprise and remaining excitement. You watched in horror as Jake stepped into the room like he owned it, eyeing your body hungrily.

“How long have you…” you trailed off, wincing in anticipation. Jake’s smirk widened, resembling the Cheshire cat.

“Long enough, darling. Long…” he took another step closer to you, “…enough.” He was thoroughly enjoying your embarrassed but undeniably turned on expression, and he finally reached the side of the bed, resting his hand on the headboard and leaning over you tauntingly.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, love,” he continued in his Reed voice, albeit softer now in the close proximity of your face. “All the women love Oliver.” After a moment’s dramatic pause, he shot straight up and walked out of the room and across the hall to your office slash storage room. You craned your neck to see where the hell he was going, muffling a snort of laughter at the thud of boxes falling, then your eyes widened as he reappeared in the doorway, leaning casually on the doorframe. Your boyfriend was now sporting those flat-topped sunglasses, and he was carrying the cane. Your mouth actually watered as you took him in, smirking faintly at the fake beard. He looked just as deliciously handsome as you’d ever seen him.

He stalked forward and towered over you once more. You swallowed and allowed your eyes to wander down his body, biting back a whimper at the stiffening erection his pants couldn’t hide. Jake’s hand reached out to grab your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, and he leaned his head forward, peaking at you over the top of his glasses. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and smirked, remembering the clip in the video, and you licked your lips.

“Jake, I-“

Immediately, he cut you off. “Who the fuck is Jake? Huh?!” He straightened and gestured outwardly in mock confusion. His gaze landed back on you, hungrily.

“I’m Oliver,” he smacked at your inner calf with his cane to spread it outward, “Fucking,” the other leg, “Reed.” He stepped between your open legs and pushed your shoulders back, flopping you on the bed with a growl.

You moaned and grabbed his shirt in your fists, pulling him on top of you. You tugged his hair and captured his lips in a desperate kiss as you ground your hips up into his. A few hairs from the limp beard tickled at your cheeks and he pulled back, just enough to tease your bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, before thrusting it past your open mouth. He groaned, deep in his throat, and rutted his now rock-hard length into your heated groin. Your hands found the few buttons that were actually done up near his stomach and you struggled to pop them open, finally shoving his shirt off his toned shoulders.

Jake broke the kiss and smirked down at you. “Now darling, why don’t you tell Daddy what’s got you all worked up,” he rasped, grinding into you again. Your eyes fluttered but remained on his. “I- mmm, I really fucking like Oliver,” you gasped when Jakes hand dove into your panties.

“Well,” he chuckled deeply, teasingly stroking your clit, “Oliver likes you, too, love.” He watched as your eyes rolled back slightly, then Jake pinched your clit gently. Your hips bucked and you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. His fingers circled your clit a few times, then retreated up under your shirt to cup your breast. You whined impatiently, arching your back into his touch, and Jake chuckled darkly.

“I can’t wait to fuck you absolutely senseless, darling. You’re gonna let Oliver make a fucking mess of you, aren’t you, love?” You heard the taunting English accent growing deeper with desire as Jake plucked at your nipples. He was groping you obscenely, watching your face as he played with your tits. You couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in your life, your little fantasies paling in comparison to the show your boyfriend was putting on just for you.

Oliver, as you decided to call him in your head for the time being, gave your breast one last grope before unbuckling his belt. The metal clanged sinfully, and your hand went to seek out some relief between your thighs, but Oliver’s voice halted your movement. “Oi’! Don’t you dare,” He growled, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them down to the floor in a heap. Left in his boxers and those stupid glasses, he grabbed your ankles and spun you to lie flat on your back with your head on the pillows. You gasped and he crawled over you, practically sneering with conceited lust.

“Please, Oliver, show me how you like to fuck,” you teased breathily, playing up the seduction in your voice to play along. You lifted your hand to stroke his beard, staring into his eyes through the glasses. Oliver’s eyes darkened at your tone, and his calloused hand ran up your front, pulling up your shirt with it.

“Oh, gladly, darling. But first, lets see those pretty tits, yeah?” You moaned and Oliver pulled your shirt up and over your head. His mouth immediately came down and latched onto your nipple, his other hand groping at your opposite breast. You whined helplessly. You couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed at how eagerly you reacted to his actions. You loved everything about this, being treated like Oliver Reed’s whore, groped for his own pleasure. Jake was making this filthier than you could’ve dreamed of.

Seemingly picking up on your obscene thoughts, Oliver lifted his face enough to flash you a cheeky grin before diving between your tits and shaking his face back and forth into your cleavage. For a split second you wondered how long Jake had been wanting to do that but hadn’t had the opportunity. The thought made you smile and you inwardly laughed at what a boy he was.

Oliver pulled back and he eyed your flushed face. “Forget a penny, I’d pay a fortune to hear your thoughts, my beauty,” he murmured sensually and ran his calloused warm hand down your side, beginning to work your pants over your hips and down your thighs. Deciding to test your limits, you smirked after kicking your jeans off, and shrugged one shoulder. “Just hoping you haven’t been afflicted with whisky-dick I suppose,” you raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Oliver’s jaw fell open slightly but he quickly composed himself. Grabbing your wrist, he growled as he slid your hand down his chest. “You are feisty tonight, love.” Your hand slid closer and closer down his stomach, his soft happy trail making you bite your lip. “Well luckily for you,” he leered, holding your hand still for a moment and pulling the band of his boxers away from his hips teasingly, giving you a shadowy glimpse at the base of his cock before snapping it back in place, “I know how to handle both my Jack and my women.”

He guided your hand down into his boxers and let go of your wrist, allowing you to touch him freely. You looked up, locking your doe eyes with his darkened ones, and held intensely heated eye contact. You ran your fingertips down just low enough to brush against his base, and then you raked your nails lightly upwards through his pubic hair. Oliver’s face momentarily gave away his slip of control, his eyes unfocusing. You grabbed both sides of his neck and flopped him beside you. He chuckled darkly and your other hand joined the first. You ran both hands down his lower abdomen, slipping lower and lower until you took his boxers down with them. You allowed his waistband to rest just a couple of inches below the base of his cock, the rest of his length still hidden. You eyed him shamelessly, licking your lips, and Oliver watched as you traced a single finger lightly down the short bit of exposed skin. Oliver physically shuddered at your teasing, allowing you to explore this new dynamic as you wanted.

Your finger traced along a thick vein and smirked as his erection twitched under your touch. Oliver was starting to breath more heavily, holding himself back from bucking his hips into your hands. “Listen you little minx,” your eyes met, both sets of pupils blown with desire, “you’re being an awful fucking tease. Don’t make Daddy punish you.” You moaned under your breath, hooking one leg over his hip, and grinding yourself up into his cock, still half covered.

He grunted and reached up, lowering his glasses down his perfect straight nose to peer at you over them. Your eyes wandered over his face. “I hope you’ll forgive me, Oliver. I just like to make sure my toys are in working order, is all.”

With a growl, Oliver shoved you roughly back into place on your back. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s the toy, you saucy little brat,” he spat. Standing, he grabbed the forgotten cane from the side of the bed. Your eyes widened and you clenched your thighs together as Oliver loomed over you. He held the cane horizontally with both of his strong, rough hands, and cracked it against his palm once. He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you to your feet. He sat in your place and took your arm, pulling you roughly over his lap, ass in the air. You whined and wiggled in his grasp.

“You’ll hold still, if you know what’s good for you, love. It’ll only make this worse for you.” His voice had become nearly unrecognizable through the accent and dark, gravelly lust. You couldn’t dwell on it long before the cane came cracking down against your ass. You yelped and Oliver’s hand smoothed over your reddening cheek, squeezing it with a sigh.

“I bet you just fucking love this, don’t you pet? You wanted Daddy’s cane to spank you. Naughty girl,” he brought the cane down twice rapidly, one smack on each cheek. You moaned and begged, “Please Oliver, I’ll be good now, please, please.”

“I’m not convinced, my darling. Maybe we should just check for ourselves, shall we?” Before you could answer, he was yanking down your drenched panties over your ass. They barely hit the floor before his hand spread your ass open, exposing all of you to him over his lap. He groaned softly and spread your pussy open with his fingers, watching how you glistened in the dim light. “Good fucking girl. So fucking wet, I could go for a sail between these pretty thighs.” You normally would have laughed, but his persona made the ridiculous statement erotic as hell.

You lifted your ass up invitingly, hoping for his fingers. Instead, you gasped as you felt the cool handle of his cane meet your unsuspecting clit. Oliver rubbed it up and down over the swollen bud, watching you struggle to keep your head from hanging. You craned your neck to peak at him, and he met your fucked-out gaze with a wink and a devilish smirk. The cane moved to your entrance and pushed in a few inches. You moaned loudly and finally dropped your head limply.

He began thrusting it into you lazily, eyes locked on the juices clinging to the wooden handle. He pulled it out of you slowly, wishing he had a camera to capture the image of the string of juices that stretched from your pink slit to his cane. “Look at you… Oliver’s pretty little fuck toy, aren’t you, love?” He strained out. You whined and nodded furiously.

Both of you had gotten so worked up at this point you couldn’t stand any more teasing. Oliver took your shoulders and guided you up off his lap. He swung his legs onto the bed and kicked his boxers all the way off, his freed cock harder than ever. Watching you look at him, he ran his hands up his thighs and took his cock in both hands. He began thrusting his hips up into his fists, fucking himself slowly. His beard hung off his chin, his head leaning back as he groaned. You bit your fist watching the show, absolutely drooling over your boyfriend. His hips were absolutely sinful, his tight ass clenching as he bucked over and over into the tight grip of his hands.

Sinful, delicious noises flew out of his pink lips, and you noticed his glasses were fogged up now from his body heat. Pausing his movements, he looked over at you and waggled his eyebrows.

“Do you plan to stand there all evening? There’s a perfectly comfortable seat right here,” he gestured to his hair-obscured face. You blushed, “you want me to…” He nodded eagerly. “With the beard and everything?”

He laughed loudly and you smiled. “My darling, I’m wounded. I was under the impression that you found my beard becoming.” You giggled and moved to crawl over his body.

“I just didn’t want to ruin it, is all. Believe me, you’re so… so very sexy…” you trailed off, cupping his jaw and eyeing his mouth as it quirked into a cocky smirk.

“You flatter me, love. It isn’t every day beautiful women throw themselves at me.” He paused. “Oh wait- yes it is.” He kissed you deeply, limiting your laugh to a huffed snort through your nose, making him smile against your lips. He pulled back and tapped his cheek with his hand. “Up you go, now. Be nice and keep daddy’s face warm.” You crawled up his body and straddled his head, yelping when he pulled you down roughly onto his face. Immediately his mouth worked into your wet core, licking the flat of his tongue over your clit repeatedly before swirling the tip around your clit and sucking lightly.

Jake’s signature loving and knowledgeable style of eating you out combined with the insatiable and filthy mouth of Oliver, and it was unlike anything you’d imagined. He slurped at you with an uninhibited fervor you rarely saw in Jake. Your boyfriend was fantastic in bed, and you had no complaints. But something about this side of him that shined through his alternate persona was stoking a fire in your belly.

He moaned into you and shook his face back and forth quickly, dragging his tongue over your clit in the process. Your head tossed back with a loud groan. “Oh fuck, fuck yes- Oliver yes, mmmm fuck,” you babbled incoherently. He was going to town like it was his last meal and you felt your orgasm beginning to surface. Oliver’s muffled groans, accented by obscene wet noises filled the room, and he pulled you impossibly closer, squeezing and groping your ass as he pressed his face into you desperately. You ground against his face as his tongue stretched into your hole, his perfect nose nudging your clit with each thrust.

You barely noticed the soft beard covering your seat on his face, aside from the odd tickle, but you could feel how absolutely drenched it had gotten. You looked down at him and groaned at the sight, the beard soaked and completely dishevelled, clinging to Oliver’s cheeks as we furiously sucked your clit rhythmically. The image gave your orgasm the last shove it needed and you gripped his hair tightly, letting out a strained yell as you came. Your high lasted longer than any you’d had before, egged on by the vibrations of your boyfriend’s desperate moans under you.

“Ohhh my god Ol-Oliver yes- I can’t stop cumming, fuck fuck fuck-“ you gasped for air and humped his mouth pathetically, thighs shaking around his dripping face. Finally, the waves of intense pleasure subsided and you weakly climbed off his face to collapse beside him, both of you panting.

After a moment you blinked at the ceiling, dazed. “Holy shit.” Oliver/Jake’s familiar giggle sounded beside you, making you turn and smile at him. His eyes were glowing with giddy desire, looking absolutely smitten. You giggled at the state of his beard, stringy wet hairs strung in every direction. He pulled it off his face and let it fall into the trash. Still in character, he chuckled, “Well, it was nice knowing you, beard.” He saluted and nodded once. “Remarkable. He went out doing what he loved.”

You laughed at his antics and rolled to your side. You ran your hand across his lean chest and bit your lip.

He looked over at you and smirked. “Still want more of Oliver, do you? Dirty girl.”

You gave him your best doe eyes and wrapped your fingers loosely around his aching cock. Instantly, his eyes fluttered and a sigh escaped his swollen lips. You stroked him loosely, enjoying the familiar, hard warmth in your hand. “Will you let me ride your cock, Oliver? Pretty please?” You cooed, cocking your head and lightly pumping him in your hand. His eyes fell shut and he let out an honest-to-god whimper. You felt a rush of heat to your groin, playing with his cock teasingly. “I want it sooo bad, Daddy. It looks so nice,” you continued, nibbling at his earlobe and licking a small strip down the shell of his ear, relishing his soft whines and pants. You squeezed his dick for emphasis as you whispered in his ear, “So big and hard. I want to know what it’s like, you know…” You paused to suck a hickey into his neck, “To fuck the great, Oliver Reed.”

With a tortured groan, he rolled swiftly on top of you. Oliver grabbed your right leg and hiked it over his shoulder, one hand coming down to rub the heel of his hand around your sensitive clit. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he pushed his glasses back up his nose into place, and then took his cock in hand, pushing into you. You both groaned, your pussy gripping his cock tightly.

“Jesus- so tight,” you vaguely noticed his accent faltering, but he slipped back into character quickly. “God you feel fucking divine, pet.”

“Mmmm- so big, please Oliver please,” you begged breathlessly. Oliver thrusted smoothly and hard, bottoming out with a strained groan.

“Christ, angel, what a perfect fucking cunt you have,” He praised through pants. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg up ran down the inside of your suspended thigh, coming down to spread you out farther and playing with your clit.

Your eyes rolled back, barely recognizing the sounds coming out of your mouth. You gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as Oliver pounded into you, wet slapping noises echoing with each thrust. You felt your second orgasm approaching already, aided by the tight circles he rubbed into your clit. “Yes, baby- just like that, you’re gonna make me cum, please,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded.

A feral growl ripped out of the man on top of you and he circled your clit faster with his free hand. The hand on your leg slipped down momentarily to smack your ass a few times, returning to its post on your knee as he drove relentlessly into you. Soft grunts huffed out of his lips with every thrust, his balls slapping against you animalistically. You edged closer and closer, concentrating on the deliciously soft, rock-hard cock pumping into you.

“Come on, gorgeous girl, give it up angel, soak daddy’s cock like the good fucking slut you are. I need it, angel, please,” Oliver begged raggedly, his fingers a blur on your swollen clit.

The heavenly sound of Oliver Reed begging you to cum launched you over the edge, blinding white hot pleasure shooting through your body. You were pretty sure you were screaming, but you couldn’t tell for sure. Incoherent babbles of both Oliver and Jake’s name streamed from your lips through moans. Just as you regained awareness, your boyfriend lost all composure, pulling out of you and pumping his warm cum across your belly and spread pussy with the sweetest groan you’ve ever heard. His eyebrows tilted up and furrowed, his lips in a perfect “O”, and his hand flying over his cock in a blur of motion.

He let out a final, weak grunt and flopped beside you, once more joining you as you both caught your breath.

Your ears slowly stopped ringing and you fluttered your eyes open, glancing over at Jake. He looked absolutely heavenly, flushed skin shining with sweat, red lips parted as he breathed raggedly. His long eyelashes casted over his cheekbones, he looked adorable, in contrast with the situation. His long hair clung to his forehead, and he lazily reached up and ripped off the glasses that had miraculously stayed on. You reached over and brushed his hair off his face, tucking it sweetly behind his ear and cupping his jaw lovingly. He turned to look at you, eyes soft with pure adoration. You felt a flutter of butterflies from the look he gave you.

Slowly he leaned forward, tilting his head, and you met in a sweet, gentle kiss, losing yourselves in the moment. His hand snaked into your sweaty hair as your lips moved together, pulling away with a sigh.

“I love y- “I love you,” you both whispered at the same time, dissolving into giggles. Jake booped your nose with his finger, his adorable smile stretching across his face. You pecked his lips again. He grabbed a fistful of tissues from the nightstand to clean you off until you had gained enough strength to shower.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked, voice rough and gravelly from the strain of the character voice and sex.

You blushed, feigning ignorance. “Tell you what?” You started to sit up to move out of bed.

Jake grabbed your hips, pulling you back down into his side. “Ah ah ah, not yet, miss,” he chuckled, wrapping his toned arms around your middle and gripping tightly. “When were you gonna tell me about your special interest in Oliver?”

He looked way too pleased with himself, so you looked away and giggled shyly. “Never, its embarrassing!” He scoffed and kissed your cheek. “Why? I think it’s kinda sexy,” he rested his forehead against your temple, nose pressed into your cheek. You felt his eyelashes flutter against your cheekbone, tickling you gently.

You smiled and bit your lip. “Really? You don’t think its weird?”

He snorted a laugh and pulled back, looking at you incredulously. “Babe, we just had the best sex we’ve ever had while I wore a cheap fake beard and the ugliest glasses I’ve ever seen, not to mention while talking dirty to you in an English accent. No, I don’t think you are the weird one,” he laughed. “In fact, I think you’re the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

You giggled and kissed him softly. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

“Me? Or Oliver?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“You, dingus! Jacob Thomas, boyfriend of the year, rock god, chef extraordinaire, pirate enthusiast and love of my life.” You beamed against his lips, and he closed his eyes, letting out a contented hum.

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled bashfully with a goofy grin.

You pecked his lips. “Nah just kidding.” You giggled at his faux glare. “Of course, baby. I’m so fucking lucky it's incredible, I won the boyfriend jackpot with you, handsome,” you rubbed your nose against his.

His smile was blinding and he hugged you tight against him, nuzzling into you. “Ditto, gorgeous.”

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covid - matt sturniolo

summary: matt ends up getting covid however his best friend has it to. maybe a sickness can turn into something more

warnings: use of y/n

when chirs said pray for nick in the previous car video and him shutting it down immediately thinking that it was just allergies, he didn't expect it to turn into a actual sickness let alone covid-19

when nick found out he had covid, the first thing he did was tell his brothers as well as his best friend to take a test to see if either of them were sick as they had all hung out together. when it came down to the first set of tests all of them were positive except chris.

y/n wanted to go home she really did, but at the same time that was the last thing that she wanted, she wanted to be by her best friends even if they were all sick, she wanted to get through this together. plus matt insisted on her staying with them saying that she shouldn't be alone.

he opted for her to stay in his room as it would make the most sense considering that the girl more then likely caught it on the same day that he did. what she didn't know however was the boy had harbored a little crush on the girl and thought that maybe this was the week they would be able to hopefully mend out their feelings for each other. he told his brothers this plan and they as well thought this was a stupid idea that would end badly but he insisted so they let him. which led to where they are now

the first couple of days into the quarantine was a mess, the two were miserable and couldn't even get up to eat. on around day two nick had informed them that they would each have to vlog separately in their rooms together for the wednesday video to be out in time. the others agreed which has led them to be vloging about their days in quarantine.

y/n was on matts bed scolling on her phone hearing matt talk into the camara about the quarantine life saying all they have been doing was sleep, play fortnite and watch movies witch was very much true, however y/n was getting bored of watching matt play on his computer, see she hadn't brought much for herself to do besides the few things she originally had in her car, but other then that she was bored out of her mind.

"matttt..." y/n whined

"what?" matt asked the girl turning around in his game chair

"im bored, can we please, please watch the eras tour movie again?" y/n begged from the bed needing something for her to do

"again? really" matt sighed but he did feel bad because she did look really bored in his room, plus he had a soft spot for the girl

"yes, please, we can finish saltburn" she once again tried convincing him

"fine" matt told the girl getting into the sheets and pulling up youtube.

even though she was sick she couldn't get away from watching anything to do with taylor swift. as the intro to miss americana and the heartbreak prince played y/n cuddled closer to matt making him lean into her body heat. as the concert movie went on he couldn't help but admire the girl laying next to him. her hair was a mess and looked like it hadn't been washed in days, her skin was breaking out a little because of her little skincare, and she had slightly dark under eye circles, however she looked gorgeous to the boy.

she kept singing along to the songs while matt just looked at her in awe the whole time. when the cords of the 1 started to play y/n got up to pause the TV, confusing matt in a second

"i thought you loved folklore" matt asked

"aww you pay attention" y/n teased the boy

"what? of course I do, now why did you pause it? is there something wrong?" matt asked concern laced all over his face

"no...you just keep staring at me like im this beautiful princess that just got out of the water" y/n told the boy

"is that such a bad thing" matt asked once again confused

"no its just i look like a huge mess right now and you're looking at me more then you normally do" y/n told the now blushing boy running a hand through her hair

"i don't look at you. what??" matt defended scratching the back of his neck

"oh come on yes you do, its okay though im fine with it, if you don't want to watch this we can watch something else" y/n told him letting the TV switch to saltburn

"y/n, that's not what i said" matt told the girl

"no its fine"

sense neither of the two had seen the movie and didn't know what was happening they didn't even think that they were watching this movie with their best friend until a wired scene came up which made matt immediately switch it back to youtube, which made y/n more confused

over the next couple of days matt had been filming himself for the video which has been making y/n go crazy. see like matt she also harbored secret feelings for the boy she just didn't think he felt anywhere close to what she felt until she watched him do push ups.

"okay! that's it, i cant take it anymore, you cant just do that and expect me to be okay with it" y/n sighed in frustration

"what are you talking about" matt asked

"first you're really wired with me while we were watching the eras tour, then you turned off saltburn, now you're doing push ups!" y/nrambled

"i still don't understand what you're talking about here, what am i doing wrong" matt asked really confused at his best friend right now

"because i like you, you idiot and you keep giving me these signals that you might like me back but at the same time not even acknowledging i'm there sometimes. like sometimes i believe you actually like me then other times i think oh wow maybe he doesn't actually like me and those little stares from across the room are really-"

y/n gets cut off with a pair of lips on hers. the kiss was slow but filled with passion, she kissed back immediately when she realized what was happening. years of pent up tension finally being released into one kiss. matt was the first to break the kiss, his hand still on her check.

"i like you too, trust me i really do" matt told the girl leaning back in

the two kissing for about a minute longer breaking it, needing air

"is it wired that we just confessed our feelings for each other and kissed while also sick" y/n asked throwing her head back with laughter

"yeah probably" matt said also joining the laughter

"when were not sick anymore let me take you out on a date" matt proposed to the girl

"i like that idea" y/n said leaning back into the kiss

safe to say that they didn't get much filming done after that, and when nick didn't have as much footage for the video as he wanted he instantly called matt. and him saying that the two had finally confessed, which made nick call chris and the two exchanged words of surprise and excitement to their brother.

who knew covid would bring two people together

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine

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willowisapillow · 2 months

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🐺❤️ He Ate My Heart Out ❤️🐺

*Rock eyebrow raise and Vine boom sound effect intensifies*

Sharandy my beloved,, oh how I’ve missed drawing these two together again (even though it wasn’t that long since I’ve last drawn them). Guess I just can’t quit these two.

Had the urge to draw these two again because I'm so sick and tired of seeing so much discourse and detractors about them as a couple on TikTok and YouTube. I’ve recently stumbled onto some edits of them getting a divorce, and while I respect others opinions on Sharon settling with a better man- y’all acting like Randy can’t get his act together and act like a normal husband towards her, which he’s done during the series like multiple times 💀

Though for the most part, I kinda blame the flanderization of him in recent years for this, especially with that one recent special where he bodyshames her, like, what the literal hell was that nonsense? I hate it sm, Randy would never do that 😣

My apologies if I sound like a broken record for saying this for the 200th time, Ik these two are an imperfect couple, but that’s what I like about ‘em. They don’t always act like a mushy, lovey-dovey, squeaky-clean, Disney-esque couple (not a jab at Disney couples, I live and breathe them, but you get my point). Both of them have their flaws like quarreling and bickering and that’s what makes their relationship realistic, because, newsflash, some irl couples act like that too. If their relationship were sunshine and rainbows all the time, then it would just be boring to watch. They’ve had plenty of moments to prove that they have a decent marriage. One of my DA friends said this a while back and I fully agree with them; a couple with their ups and downs is a lot better than a toxic marriage happening every single episode.

And at least Randy doesn’t treat Sharon awfully 24/7, cheats on her with other people, married her solely for her looks, or told her that he hates being with his kids. And imo they’re a healthier couple then the other parents like Staurt and Carol and Stephen and Linda don’t @ me plz-

So sorry if I went off on yet another tangent, I’m just your average online yapper who gets unnecessarily defensive over my fav fictional characters 💅🏾✨

My silly rant out of the way, when I was younger I had this habit of inserting my favorite franchises into random fairytales. I don’t know why I did it so much, I just liked the concept of it. I’ve done it with Mario, Banjo-Kazooie and Cuphead, now I’m doing it with South Park. The theme I wanted to go for was Red Riding Hood after binge watching those “Dark origins of your childhood fairytales” videos, bumping into some other fairytale AUs on here for some inspo, and listening to Monster by Lady Gaga and Won’t Bite by Doja Cat one too many times.

Wanted to go for a stylish but sultry look for Riding Hood!Sharon, and as for Werewolf!Randy I definitely went full on furry on him in this picture. I am not sorry at all. Now I just kinda picture some scenarios where he acts like an actual dog. Like, Sharon has him on a leash and takes him on walks, sprays him with a spray bottle anytime he starts actin’ up, or giving him some weed to calm him down when he enters feral mode. Randy is also very loyal and protective of his wifey, and will not hesitate to bite, scratch (and probably kill) you if you lay a finger on her. Also like the idea of him enjoying being scratched behind the ears and getting belly rubs haha

And I had a thought of having Stan playing the role of the huntsman, ‘cause I think it would be adorbs for him to help out his mama <3

🌲 🐺 ❤️ 🐺 🌲

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worms-i-think · 7 months

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just gonna ramble for a bit, if that’s okay. will be discussing pet loss and some grief processing so feel free to keep scrolling.

Sorry for the wall of text

it’s been a little over two weeks since you left us all behind with a gaping blank hole in our living room where you used to make your place. i miss you, and I can’t stand to go back home and look at that corner without seeing flecks of the soft bedding we got for you once your arthritis made the old type too uncomfortable, or the pen you always used to find ways to break out of when you were little. the metal made a super loud crash any time someone tripped over it, but I wish I could trip over it again million times again if it meant you were there waiting next to me. do you remember when I first saw you? the rest of the bunnies were playing around in the center of their enclosure, but you were too shy and cuddled next to the biggest one resting over by the side. I remember driving home in the car while my mom decided what to name you. I was four years old. Do you remember when my sister came? It’s strange to believe that as big as she’s gotten, you were here even before she was. She still feels bad for trying to pick you up by the leg when she was a toddler. I brought you to kindergarten with me—it was the best show and tell I could’ve hoped for, even when the cage we brought you in broke. But you didn’t leave, you just waited there until we brought you back home. And at that time you were small enough to stick your head out of the top of that log like a little ferret. You would break out of the pen all the time, ripping open the two Velcro straps that kept the pen closed so that you could wander around the couch and surprise us when we watched TV. Then, when we fixed the Velcro because we thought it might be a safety hazard when we weren’t around, you’d push your igloo around and use it as a step stool to climb onto the top of the cage, and then jump down to explore. My mom says that one time when we were at school, you ventured all the way into the kitchen to see her when she was on the phone. The stairs were always too big for you to climb, but we carried you up to hang out in our rooms anyway. I watched YouTube videos with you when you weren’t well enough to walk anymore. I wish that that last day I held you I could’ve held on for longer.

You were fourteen and a half; I barely have a memory from before the time you were in my life. I’m not sure how much rabbits think, but I know from the way you welcomed out care, from how you did your happy bunny dance around the ottoman, from how you were the rock of my brother’s life in his worst of times, that you demonstrated love in the best way you could. I like to think that you were a schemer; we’d been calling you a grumpy old man for years before now because you’ve exceeded all expectations with how long you were around. Every vet you went to see said you were the oldest bunny they’d seen, and you were doing so well despite your illness. I miss your silly hairstyle and your mustache and the few small spots that line down your butt. I miss you sitting on my stomach when I lay on the floor. I miss the way I filled your water bottle on school nights, even when I complained about how it was a chore, and I want to go back and find the little turtle charm that marked the water level. I should’ve fed you more treats, but I’m glad my sister gave you a whole banana like I suggested on your last morning. I hope you got your fill. I know you don’t miss me giving you eye drops and liquid medications, because I know you didn’t like it, but I miss it, sitting across from you before I went upstairs to bed. I liked to lower the lights when I turned them off so you weren’t suddenly in darkness, and my brother sang you songs in the mornings and evenings. Mom always made sure you ‘gave’ us special treats for holidays and birthdays. She cried over the phone the last time I called. Even though to my dad you started as a substitute for a cat (he is allergic) or a dog (he has a phobia), he loved you for being you and always made sure you had the best. We have been restless without you. Rabbits are wonderful but silent creatures (except for when you sneezed) and I think for that reason they are often overlooked in the realm of domestic pets because not many people take the time to view their personality. You were bursting with it. I want it back. I hope that in the time between your passing and mine you wait for me but enjoy yourself in wait; I hope you meet the old friend you loved and make new ones; I hope I stop being so afraid of my memory because the more times someone remembers things, the more the mind changes them. And I don’t want to change anything I remember about you, but I don’t want to forget either. I love you a million times over, and I will miss you forever, buddy

#personal #tw loss #tw grief #<- in case it’s needed—it’s rough; I understand filtering things can sometimes help #bunnies

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hyeitsju · 1 year

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Loona on the first date!! pt.2

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note(pls read!!):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐟jinsoul/jinsol🐟

(Friends to lovers here, y’all were like besties until she asked you out)

(I actually pulled this idea straight outta my ass, sorry if it sucks)

I think the first date would be a regular sleepover

It’s as if y’all are still regular friends

Playing board and card games

Eating a ton of snacks in her bed while you watch a movie

And she definitely holds your hand through the whole thing

Eventually though, you both get hungry and decide to walk to a convenience store at 2 am

You both grab WAYY too many snacks and when you go to pay, she immediately gives the cashier her card before you could even say anything

Then when you get back and get back into her bed to each the snacks

She steals almost all of yours

You both watch a sad movie like train to busan

And she definitely laughs when you cry

But still comforts you but hugging you and running her fingers through your hair

Although still letting out small giggles ever so often

After you each are done getting ready for bed you just lay down and quietly talk about random stuff while looking at each other in the dark until one of you falls asleep

I feel like she would initiate the first kiss then, when you are looking at each other while laying down in the dark

You are whispering about something random, maybe college, work, or something of the sort

And she’s just staring deep into your eyes with heart eyes and a small smile on her lips

Before she grabs your cheeks and leans in to place a passionate kiss on your lips

And would have the biggest smile on her face after, before pulling you in for a big hug with your face in her neck

Finally falling asleep

🦇choerry/yerim🦇

(Y’all already knew each other and talked occasionally before you started dating for this)

I feel like she’d def take you to an aquarium for the first date

Holding hands while walking through every exhibit

She definitely does all of the talking, she just can’t help it

But after you reciprocated her energy, she’s over the moon

Constant rambles about how much she likes you and how she’s so happy you like her back

Gives you kisses like it’s NOTHING

And is all confused when you’re suprised

Excited yells when she finds cute animals

You already know she’s looking at pictures of a flapjack octopus and saying “I want one!!”

Honestly same

SOOO many polaroid photos of you and pictures posted on her instagram

If you told someone that day that her instagram account is a fan account for you, they’d believe you

Is already planning your wedding in her mind

When you reach the end of the exhibit and see the gift shop, she buys you so much stuff from there it’s actually insane

Afterwards she drives you to a ice cream shop and you both eat ice cream in her car while watching YouTube videos on your phone until the sky turns dark

Is all pouty when your dorm mates start texting you, reminding you that it’s almost curfew

After you get out of the car she’s already texting you details about the next date

🦢yves/sooyoung🦢

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS YVES AKSJHD

I feel like y’all would go to a pottery class together

Is so focused

She chooses to make a mug while you go with one of those flat bowls (idk what they’re called fr)

Hers would def be the best out of everyone else’s

Helping you out on yours

After teasing you for needing help, ofc

Chatting as you work on the pottery pieces

It’s mostly hee listening to you, tho

Mostly because she’s way too focused on shaping her piece

But also because she loves listening to your voice

Constantly complimenting you, just to make you blush

When your pieces are done you come back a few days later to paint and glaze it (idk how long, I googled and everyone told me smth diff so I chose this)

You both give your pieces to each other to paint

So your painting her mug and she’s painting your bowl

She sooo does the little (S+?) thingy at the bottom😭😭

Loves the design you do, constantly complimenting it

When she gets it back she will cherish it

Never lets anyone use it, it just sits on her nightstand untouched except for when she occasionally cleans it from dust every few days

Whenever someone asks where she got it from she goes on a whole rant about how you’re the best gf and made it for her (even tho she made the mug)

🐧chuu/jiwoo🐧

Okay, this is actually so cute but hee showing you around her hometown for the first date ahhhh!!!

She would start at some stores she often goes to, happily chatting with any people who happen to recognize her

Then going to her favorite café

Ordering you her usual and staring excitedly as you eat it, waiting for your opinion

Squealed so loud you swear your ears will burst when she hears that you like it

“I know!! It’s so good, right!”

Next she goes down her neighborhood, stopping at her house to visit her family who happily greet you

Making you stay to eat something quickly, asking you so many questions

Very welcoming, though

Automatically they take you in as their child

After that, she takes you to the park at the end of the street

Sitting on the bench with you while holding your hand and giggling together as you both watch the kids play

Eventually you have to go, sending you off to the bus back home with a huge pout and a bone crushing hug

Already blowing up your phone before the bus even leaves the station

🦋gowon/chaewon🦋

Y’all would go to a café

Specifically, a café that she is a regular at

She introduces you to the owner of the small coffee shop, who she has grown close, who’s delighted to see you

Having already heard Gowon mention you about a million times

Which he makes sure to mention to you in front of Gowon who smacks her shoulder before giving you a tight and embarrassed smile

She orders her regular and the owner brings you out a few deserts and a coffee on the house

Thanking you for making Gowon happy

You two talk about anything and everything

You find out quickly that you two are extremely similar

She of course teases you occasionally when she gets more comfortable

Which makes you blush and smile at the same time, happy she’s being more like herself

Initiates hand holding and what not

Often putting her hand on your thigh when she laughs

Or having an arm around your waist just because she can

It makes her smile big but it also makes her heart race in nervousness

The conversation continues, even after your cups are empty and your stomachs are full

Eventually it gets late and the shop has to close

So you head out and walk around to a park where you talk about random stuff as you sit on the swing sets under the moonlight

Your roommate eventually comes to pick you up, sadly

You reluctantly go, giving Gowon a hug and reaching up to give her a kiss on the cheek which gives her a heart attack

She’s standing there holding her cheek for the next 5 after you leave

Frantically texting her friends as she walks back home with a huge grin on her face

🐺hyeju🐺

(You knew each other through mutual friends and she was already in love with you, like, a year prior to finally asking you out Yves forced her)

SHE LOOKED TEW FINE HERE, ITS LIKE SHE WANTED ME DEAD

Just a chill at home date at her dorm

Super quiet at first

She doesn’t wanna mess anything up,

Even tho you’ve told her countless times that you love her for her and that she doesn’t need to hold herself back when she’s with you

Is sooo happy when Gureum loves you

Cuz he’s basically her child

Just listening to you talk about switching dog food brands like it’s the most interesting thing in the world 😭😭

With the biggest heart eyes in the world, you can almost see the outline of her eyes shifting to creat the hearts

Constantly staring at you as if she’s lost in your beauty

Which she probably is

I mean, look at you

Your stunning

Eventually when you notice her lack of conversation or movement you suggest playing video games with her

Because you know she loves that

That’s what gets her to loosen up and actually start making jokes that make you laugh

A laugh that she has quickly fallen in love with

Once she notices, however, that you’re getting a bit sad that you have yet to win a single game

She lets you choose one and lets you win it

Pretending to be upset whilst you jump up in happiness

Holding back a smile at the sight of yours

Ordering food for the both of you to eat while watching a tv show.

At the end of the night she decides to walk you to your dorm seeing as you only live the floor above hers

And then looks like she’s having a heat stroke when you give her a kiss on the cheek

Acting like she didn’t like it even though, secretly, she’s wanting more of them from you

Actually kinda sad once your gone

Spends the rest of the night about you

More specifically, the way you make her feel..

Note:

This actually took way longer than I thought but I actually think I did good on this for once.

I hope y’all like it!! Please remember to request, seriously, I don’t mind!!!

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