#look.. listen i these thoughts were brimming for a long time in my mind and today i felt compelled to put this into words

[mercymaker]

every day i come to this site and every day i see something beautiful. the talented gifmakers and graphic creators are the backbone of this site and i feel like more often than not they are taken for granted. you beautiful people creating beautiful things. the hours you spend selecting scenes, blending them together so seamlessly, spending hours upon hours coloring, painting, choosing the right shade. sometimes frame by frame. and unlike all the other social media sites where the majority of content creators are making things in order to monetize them, you do it all for free. out of passion for a show, a movie, a person. out of passion to make beautiful things and fill this space with them. i see fellow creators praising each other in the tags, admiring their choice of color, the hours they put to turn simple footage into a work of art. i see you get inspired by each other. i see you hatching new ideas, sending new waves and ripples that cross fandoms. i see you get thousands of notes and then get only hundreds, and yet you still create, despite diminishing reblogs, you persevere. and make even more beautiful things. and i see you. and i admire you

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part four | r.c

summary:

“All done?” You asked, stretching your hand a little to make sure the bandage wasn’t restricting anything.

“Yup,” Rafe replied, shutting the kit. “Or is there anything else?”

“I thought you were going to kiss it better,” you said teasingly.

OR; You reminisce about the day you realized you had fallen in love with your best friend

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: mention of blood (small cut!)

word count: 2,9k

author's note: a little later than usual, but i hope you don't mind! new precious + rafe lore unlocked. this part explores rafe's and precious' friendship more and is slightly angsty (what a 180 from the last part lmaoo). pls pls pls let me know what you thought. happy reading!!! <3

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pt. four: "you taught me a secret language"

Throughout your life, Rafe had always been your best friend. Granted, the title became longer the older you got: Rafe, your best friend in the whole world; Rafe your best friend who you had a crush on; Rafe your best friend who you were undoubtedly in love with; and now? Rafe, your best friend who you had sex with.

You sometimes wished you could turn back the time to before you were in love with Rafe.

Or rather, before you admitted you were in love with him.

Deep inside, you knew that there was never a before. You’d always been in love with Rafe. You just refused to admit it, even to yourself, until it pretty much stared you right in the face.

It was right around the time of your senior year at the academy, which admittedly, you didn’t like looking back at all that much since it was probably the most stressful times of your life, with all the exams, finals and college apps you were doing; it didn’t help that your parents were on your ass most of the times, despite you doing fairly well in school. However it all came to a boiling point around the end of the first term of your senior year. You had just come home from studying at the library with the boys - with Rafe just bumming around because he had graduated two years earlier - when your mother greeted you at the door with a letter in her hand, her face red.

“What’s this?”

You sighed internally, turning around to shut the door behind you slowly, using that time to exhale deeply. It had been a long day and the last thing you needed was your mother screaming at you as soon as you stepped over the threshold.

“I don’t know ma,” you replied, squinting your eyes at the letter. Your vision was a little blurry from all the studying you’ve done, but you recognized the crest of the academy on the left corner. “The invitation for the graduation ceremony?”

Your mother scoffed. “Try again. It’s a letter from the principal. You failed a math test.”

“What?”

You snatched the letter out of your mother’s hands scanning the content before sighing, dropping your hands.

“Mom, I didn’t fail the test, I got a 82.”

“That’s basically a fail,” you mother huffed, shaking her head. “How do you want to keep your 4.0 GPA up with grades like this?”

“It’s a test.”

“Stop with the attitude young lady, this is your future we’re talking about?”

“Mom, I know! But it’s just a test, it’s not like it’s gonna affect my grades that much.”

Your mother made a noise of disapproval, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Just a test? Everything counts, you know that! Especially in your senior year, where every single grade you get can decide between an acceptance or being waitlisted.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, running your hand through your hair. “I can’t listen to this right now. I’ve been in the library the whole day and the second I get back you’re on my ass about a fucking 82.”

You shoved your backpack on the counter and turned right back around, opening the door forcefully. Your mother was right behind you, appalled at your tone.

“This conversation isn’t over! Where are you going?!”

“OUT!”

You slammed the door behind you, rushing to your car and tossing your backpack on the passenger seat as you drove off. Brimming with anger, you didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now, so you headed straight to the beach, to the one spot you knew you would be left alone.

In less than five minutes after parking, you had put on your bathing suit and unstrapped your surf board from the trunk and were in the water. After catching your first wave, you were still fuming. After the fourth, you started to feel the sun on your face, and the anger slowly seeping away. You lost yourself in the water, becoming one with the ocean, starting to get bold and one tiny misstep on your board made you lose your balance, falling into the wave you were trying to catch. The brute strength of it knocked you around underwater like a rag doll, arm getting caught on some reef, and you were gasping for air as you finally resurfaced, clinging onto your board. With a groan, you heaved yourself back on top of the board, trying to catch your breath as the water lapped around you in smal waves.

“Shit,” you muttered, lifting your wrist to inspect the cut on your wrist, squinting your eyes against the sun. You let out a hiss as the salt water dripped from your fingers onto the cut.

“You tryna kill yourself?”

You jumped, not having expected anyone out there with you. Shaking out your wrist, you lifted your head to see Rafe paddling towards you, a frown on his face.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?”

His hair was still dry, board shorts clinging to his legs when he came to a stop next to you, waves softly lapping against his board.

“I swung by your place. Wanted to see if you wanted to get pizza and instead I find your mom all pissed, said you stormed off,” he explained, “and since I didn’t run into on my way to your house, I figured you’d be out here.”

You let out a sigh, staring out at the sea, ignoring how Rafe was holding his hand out, undoubtedly to get a look at your wrist. With an eye roll, you stretched out your wrist in his direction, and he curled his fingers around it, pulling you closer. Your cheeks heated as your leg pressed against his, added with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin, you breathed out softly.

“Y’know this could’ve ended real badly, precious,” Rafe muttered, brushing his thumb over your skin, before he looked up at you, his eyebrows creased.

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly, you’re not,” Rafe scoffed. “What happened?”

“My mom got all over me because of a “failed math test””, you said, air-quoting. “I’m just sick of it. It’s not like I’ve slacking off or anything, I’m working my ass off and they’re never happy with whatever I do, because in their eyes, I always have room to grow.” You let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at Rafe when you noticed he was sporting a look on his face that told you he understood exactly what you meant.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “Our parents should be doing better than setting expectations for their kids instead of loving them despite their achievements.”

You gave him a wry smile and he only let out a small huff, squeezing your wrist gently. “Are you all done or do you want to keep trying to drown yourself some more?”

Huffing out a laugh, you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m done.”

The two of you paddled back to the beach, drying off and while Rafe helped you securing your board to your trunk, he glanced over at you, hair falling into his eyes.

“Let me get your cut cleaned off first before we leave. I have a first aid kit in my truck.”

“Kay.”

You took a seat at the edge of his trunk, while Rafe went to fetch the first aid kit from the glove compartment. The sun was starting to set, and with that, the temperature was sinking, your damp hair laying cold on your back. The car door shut, before Rafe turned around the corner of the truck, first aid kit in his hand and sweater slung around his shoulder.

“Put this on,” he said absentmindedly, dropping the sweater in your lap and the first aid kit in the trunk. Rolling your eyes, you slipped into the sweater and it was oddly comforting to be surrounded by his scent, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on that, because it was such a weird thing to think, right? Instead, you watched as Rafe rummaged through the first aid kit, picking out some bandages, gauze and a disinfectant spray.

“Roll up your sleeve.”

“Yes, nurse Cameron.”

Rafe gave you a look, but you only snickered as you rolled up the sleeve, before holding out your wrist to him. He muttered something under his breath as he cleaned your cut and dressed it, without much complaints from your side, even though the disinfectant stung a little. Rafe taped the end of the bandage snugly to your wrist, tossing the rest of the material back into the kit.

“All done?” You asked, stretching your hand a little to make sure the bandage wasn’t restricting anything.

“Yup,” Rafe replied, shutting the kit. “Or is there anything else?”

“I thought you were going to kiss it better,” you said teasingly. Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, before he reached for your hand, lifting it to his mouth to place a kiss on the bandage. You flushed, not expecting him to actually do it.

“You’re an idiot,” you said hotly, shoving him away but he only laughed, running his hand through his hair. The grin on his face was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes at him.

“There she is,” Rafe said, cupping your chin to lift it, forcing you to look into his eyes. Suddenly, your hands grew clammy and swallowed nervously as he smiled at you, blue eyes sparkling. For a split second, you thought he was gonna kiss you and for some reason, you weren’t opposed. Actually, you kind of really wished he’d kiss you.

Wait, what?

That was not a normal thing to want from your best friend. Suddenly, your heart started racing and you let out a deep breath, hoping it would calm yourself down.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just my mom,” you lied, wringing your hands in your lap. “I just stormed off. She’s gonna be super pissed and I’ll probably be grounded until I’m thirty.”

“Nah, come on. I bet she completely forgot about it already.”

You gave him a look and Rafe winced. “Okay, maybe not. But if we give her some time, we can hope for the best? Come on.”

He tugged you off of the trunk, closing up the front panel.

“Let’s go get some pizza. My treat.”

“I don’t know,” you whinged, “Maybe I should just go home. Get it over with.”

You weren’t sure if it was the best idea to spend more time with Rafe right now considering how weird you were feeling. Worst case, you’d do blurt something out and make things weird between the two of you, that was the last thing you needed. But Rafe wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“Trust me, whether you go home now or in three hours won’t change anything. If anything, it’ll give you an even clearer head after having some food, huh?”

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled loudly and Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, the corners of his mouth twitching up.

“Fine,” you relented, rolling your eyes at him. “Gino’s?”

“Yup, meet you there.”

While Rafe got into his truck, you got into your jeep, rubbing your hand over your face, frustrated.

“Fuck,” you muttered with a small sigh. You couldn’t actually like Rafe more than a friend, right? That’d be crazy. You’d known each other for so long, had been friends for so long, there was no way. It was probably just a crush. There was no denying that Rafe was attractive, and it was normal to want to kiss attractive people, right?

I’m just emotional because of the fight with mom, you thought to yourself, rolling your shoulders, forcing yourself to calm down. I am not in love with Rafe. He’s my best friend. With a deep exhale, you put your key in the ignition, pulling out of the parking spot and driving towards Gino’s.

When you got there, Rafe was already entering the restaurant, the door swinging shut behind him. You turned your car off, and got out, grabbing a blanket from your backseat and opening the front panel of the trunk of Rafe’s truck, laying down the blanket. By the time you had made yourself yourself comfortable, Rafe returned with two pizza cartons, balancing two cans of soda on top. You reached for the cans, setting them down next to you so Rafe could settle down across from you, laying down the pizza cartons. Wordlessly, Rafe opened both of them, waiting for you to reach for a slice before he got one himself, biting into it.

Silence settled over you as you ate, with you handing Rafe his soda when he finished his slice, knowing he liked to wash his crust down with a drink, and him handing you a napkin. You and Rafe had never needed words to communicate before, understanding each other without having to say anything and as you sat there, glancing at Rafe as you chewed on your pizza, you came to the terrifying realization that you loved him

You were in love with him.

Suddenly, your mind was racing, coming up with 10 thousand different scenarios where you’d ruin your friendship because you had fallen in love with your best friend, as you started to think back to the past, realizing how obvious it was that you had feelings for him. Had it always been like this?

Lost in thought, you didn’t even notice that all that was left of the pizzas were crumbs, as Rafe shut the cartons, stacking them together. Drinking the rest of your soda, you crushed the can in your hand like it was your feelings, bringing the empty cans and cartons to the nearest trashcan as Rafe cleaned up the trunk. You let yourself stare at the back of his head for a while, inhaling deeply before you cleared your throat. He glanced back over his shoulder, attention on you.

“Thanks,” you said, trying not to be awkward as you fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. Rafe gave you a look.

Despite the fact that you were sitting in silence as you ate, his presence had comforted, brought your nerves down and made your anger disappear the way no one really could. Rafe wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him, head on his chest. You didn’t revel in his arms for too long, as the two of you separated as Rafe closed his trunk. He dusted his hands off before turning around, his attention wholly on you.

“Do you want me to come home with you? Create a buffer for your mom?”

“No,” you replied, crossing your arms. “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Rafe eyed you sceptically for a second before he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “A’ight then. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

You smiled at him, giving a quick nod before you got into your car, waving at him as you drove off, a pit in your stomach. The drive home didn’t take long, but the sun had already set as you pulled up on your estate. The house was illuminated in the headlights of your car, quickly returning to darkness as you turned your engine off. There were no lights on as you entered the house; you were hoping that it meant that your parents had gone out, and you’d avoid another confrontation with your mother.

Picking up your bookbag from the floor, you paused as you saw your mother sit in the living room, a book in her lap. The two of you looked at each other for a second, neither saying a word.

“Hey mom,” you greeted her, breaking the silence. Your mother took off her reading glasses, shutting the book.

“Where were you?”

“Surfing.”

Your mother slid the book on the table, setting the glasses on top. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” you replied, shifting on your feet. “I got some pizza with Rafe.”

She nodded slowly, easing into the cushions behind her. You waited, wondering if she was gonna apologize but your mother didn’t say anything; maybe she was waiting for you to apologize.

“… I’ll be upstairs.”

Your mother didn’t stop you as you retreated upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Setting the book bag on your desk, you laid down on your bed with a sigh, reaching for your phone.

Rafe [03/21/19: 7:44 pm]: everything good?

Precious [03/21/19: 7:49 pm]: as well as expected

Precious [03/21/19: 7:49 pm]: thanks for being there for me

Rafe [03/21/19: 7:51 pm]: always, precious

Ever since that day, you knew you loved Rafe, and sometimes, you indulged yourself and let yourself imagine what it would be like to be more than Rafe’s best friend. But as he was lying in the bed next to you, his chest slowly rising and falling while you were unable to sleep, you never would have expected that it would be like this.

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author's note: thoughts???👀

[senseichaos]

long time listener, first time caller

saw the piss thing and… do you do pissing inside? alastor cockwarming on the radio show, having to let out some tension, not wanting to get up and move to do it… maybe even lucifer on his thrown… just a thought 🫣

this is so good! Thank you for the req!

IMAGINE

(ik I use this gif all the time.. leave me alone)

PISS WARNING ⚠️

Sometimes when Alastor does his radio show, having you nestled on his cock is the best to get out his most confident work. And he loves the way you squirm. He'd always end up having to use his tentacles or some sort of magic restraint to refrain you from moving.

This time around however, he had forgotten to do one of the most important things before sitting you on his cock.

Go to the toilet.

It wasn't a big deal, really. He could probably hold it, and he didn't need to go that badly. However as he was talking about some recent news in hell, an idea popped into his tar black mind.

"And we have some acid rain scheduled for this afternoon! Make sure you get inside, or the cannibals will eat your body after it's rotted in the rain. Or I may eat you myself! I have been hankering for some sinner meat recently.." Alastor says, reciting the last thing on his news list for the broadcast.

"Any how, let's get some music playing shall we?" Alastor says the name and creator of the song before tuning his voice out, turning off his mic so he can organize the next part of his script.

Yet as he moves, he can't help but feel his bladder clench.

"Ngh.. Alastor, how much longer..?" You ask with a pathetic whimper, trying to wiggle your hips. Alastor's tentacles tighten around your thighs as this, ensuring you won't try to shift again.

Chuckling, Alastor smooths your hair back, giving you a dark look that causes goosebumps across your bare skin.

"Hm, well I do have to urinate..." He says, looking off into the distance in a sort of thoughtful way. Your face brightens, thinking he may end his show early and go to the bathroom... Then he'd fuck you silly, just how you like it.

"Really? Well then end the show!" You say, tugging on his coat. Though Alastor captures your wrists, placing them onto his shoulders.

"Now now, that wasn't what I was implying at all, fawn,"

Your eyes widen.

"Huh?"

"Stay still for me, hm?"

He presses his hands to your hips, pushing them down so your body's are completely connected at his cock. You shriek to yourself, realizing what he's about to do. Now you weren't going to object, no no, in your own way you were more excited than anything.

"Ah!"

Before you know it, with a sadistic gaze Alastor begins releasing his piss into your hole. You cry out, clasping your hands over your mouth as you lean back against the end of his desk. You can feel it all, warm and hot as it fills you to the brim. It tickles you in ways you can hardly imagine, making you see a myriad of twinkling stars as the liquid starts to seep from your full cunt.

And it just keeps coming, his cock twitching inside of you as it releases its last few spurts of urine into you. Alastor's pants are warm and soaked with his piss, but he doesn't make a move to take you off of his cock. Instead he just keeps you there, continuing his radio show whilst pretending that nothing happened at all.

"Alastor," you begin as he puts on another song. He hums in response. "You're all soaked.." You whine, pressing your hands to his soft and slimy tentacles.

He chuckles, pinching your cheek and watching you flinch. "Just how I like it, dirty. Now hush or I won't fornicate this full cunt with my seed, hm?"

You obey without a thought.

[taintedcigs]

✦ SHOTGUN | eddie munson x reader ✦

wc: 2.2k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! dr*g use obv, reader and eddie are both high, so high s*x! kinda dom!eddie but mostly v soft!dom!eddie, praising!! nicknames (doll, sweets, peach, baby, etc.) just prn without plot literally all i can explain, p in v, creampie, kinda breeding kink, unprotected s*x, JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI OR I WILL BITE U!!!

summary: smoking with eddie leads into something more.

authors note: omg i feel like i haven't posted smut in forever so i wrote this when i was high bc i was horny and i felt like it... this is proofread but i only read it once and i was fried so pls ignore any mistakes !!

eddie loved the days like this when the two of you were just lazily laying around together.

just a joint in his mouth as you laid in his lap, telling him how your day was as eddie listened to your words intently.

your mind was wobbly which each hit you took, so you were mostly mumbling about nothing now.

eddie lazily places his lips on the joint, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth, 'c'mere.' his voice is timid but he catches your attention as you immediately look up at him.

and he is grinning like an idiot as he presses his lips to yours, opening his mouth so you can suck the smoke in, your mind fuzzy.

'moreee.' you whine again, and eddie blows another smoke, his lips pressed against yours as you inhale it, giggling.

'i love you.' he presses another kiss to your lips, 'love ya too, baby.' you murmur into his lips.

'you're s'handsome.' you say giggly, cooning your head on his shoulders, and you press slow kisses into his neck, 'and i need you, eds.' you murmur desperately into his neck and he's more than ready to take you as he groans at your words.

‘my needy lil baby.’ he hums, placing lazy needy kisses all over your face.

'what d'you need, peach?' he asks, his eyes darken with your words, 'need you...' your tone is needy and filled with desire.

he tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to tell him exactly what you need, 'need you to fuck me, eddie.' your voice is so alluring and he's so hooked.

he doesn't waste time as his hands make their way down to your panties and he circles around them, causing you to whine.

and without hesitation, his hands dip down your panties and he groans at your warmness.

's'fuckin' warm for me, sweets.' his fingers are slow as they work their way in and out of you, and you whimper lowly, your head thrown back.

'inside a'me.' you murmur and eddie chuckles. 'please.' your thighs are shaking and you sound desperate, so desperate that eddie realizes how much you need him.

'f-fuck, already s'fucked out with just my touch, baby?' he teases, and you nod immediately, he grips your chin harshly as you look down at him doe-eyed.

he takes another inhale from your shared joint, and squishes your cheek, causing your mouth to open slightly as he presses his lips to yours and exhales the smoke inside of your mouth again, you suck it in pretty quickly and your mind is cloudy again, you need him, more than ever.

'p-please, eds.' you whimper, pleading. and eddie's cock is straining against his thin boxers, your slight movements causing him to twitch further.

'you're drivin' me crazy here, peach.' he groans into your neck, his hands still working their way to your clit, pinching it slightly.

without a care in the world, he stomps the almost finished joint on the ashtray with his other hand, his lips are quick as they smash into yours.

and his other hand reaches for the condom on the counter but you quickly stop him, shaking your head. 'p-please, i need to feel you.' you mumble and eddie's mind is fuzzy, this time with the thought of fucking you raw.

'jesus, shit- are you sure baby?' his eyes widen, his hand on your thigh is dangerously rough, and you are already dripping.

'yes, eds, need to feel you fully.' you hum, begging. 'need to feel you fillin' me to the brim.' you groan.

's-shit, fuck- baby you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me.' he moans into your mouth as his lips clash against yours again, he's biting your lip, and his tongue is exploring your mouth, harsh and rough, but still so sensual that you can't help the moans that leave your mouth.

'move a lil', doll.' he orders against your lips and you obey quickly, once you do, he takes his painful erection out of his boxers, hissing as his angry tip faces you.

you attempt to give his pink tip a few tugs, your fingers sliding over his slit, collecting the pre-cum, but eddie's hand is quick to stop you.

'don't fuckin' tease me right now.' he almost growls, and you hum sweetly, while he adjusts you properly and slides your underwear to the side, placing you on top of his lap.

he groans loudly when you slightly sit on his cock, his tip barely pushes into you and your head is thrown back, it feels so good, just alone with his tip prodding your clit.

'i know you can take more than that, doll.' he teases, and you whimper quietly, as you attempt to take more of him, your walls rub against his cock as you try to adjust more to his size, you can feel him stretching you fully and you mewl on top of him.

'just like that, fuckin' take it, baby.' he grunts. 'look at how well your tight cunt is squeezin' me, yea?' he groans, his cock pushing further into you, and your walls squeeze around him.

'fuckin' made for me, s'fuckin' tight and warm, all for me, isn't that right, doll?' he curses into your lips, and you hum, nodding, your head swirling with the thoughts of nothing but eddie, and he loves it, he loves seeing you so cock drunk on him.

'all for you, eds.' you look up at him all doe-eyed and eddie thinks he's about to shatter right then and there.

you squeal when eddie sheats himself with force inside of you, it's painful at first but when pleasure takes over you, your eyes roll to the back of your head, 'how does that feel baby?' he teases almost.

's'so good, eds.' you barely let out.

'you feelin' full?' he asks, and you nod quickly, tears prickling your eyes, 'so fuckin' full.' you gasp when he grips your waist, holding you down on him so you can feel him fully.

'roll your hips for me a lil, peach.' his voice is commanding and you are more than ready to obey, as you start rolling your hips slowly on top of him, groaning loudly when his cock is painfully stretching you, causing you to accommodate to his size as your pain is now fully pleasure.

eddie curses as he lets you bounce on him. you're slow and eddie doesn't mind it when those pretty little sounds escape your plump lips.

eddie is big, granted, you always knew he was big, but feeling him this much when he's filling your tight cunt to the brim, makes you realize how big he really is.

and now that he's fucking you raw, with every slow roll of your hips, you can fully feel him, and his huge cock is stretching your walls.

your eyes flutter shut each time you try to pick up your pace, and eddie is about to lose his mind, you look so pretty, so fucking gorgeous when you're taking him, your mind filled with nothing but his cock.

'pretty lil' baby, takin' my cock so well.' he praises and you mewl on top of him 'such a good fuckin' girl.' he growls again and thrusts his hips upwards into you, and you let out a loud groan.

the coil inside of you threatens to break and snap, but you know you can only get there if eddie picks up your pace and fucks into you roughly, your slow hip rolls are not enough to get you to your release.

your eyes are glossy as you look up at him, and your toes are curled in desperation. you need to release, you're so close, but you can't quite get there, and tears are prickling at your eyes. 'eds, eds...' you whine in a soft pitch, pleadingly, and eddie almost chuckles.

'oh, peach...' he fake pouts 'i know, baby...' he taunts you, his hands cupping your cheek, 'you want me to make ya cum, sweets?' he asks, and you nod so quickly that you feel dizzy.

'you wanna cream my cock, doll?' you nod.

'p-please, eds, please.' you beg, feeling frustrated, almost about to cry, and eddie is hooked on you, he's ready to ruin you, make you cum till you scream out his name.

your begging is like music to his ears, and he's ready to comply everything you say, despite him being in charge.

'your wish is my command, baby.' he smirks, as his hips thrust upwards again, you whimper at the painful thrust, and it feels good, so fucking good, that you are mumbling his name over and over again.

and eddie doesn't hesitate when he starts pounding his cock into your aching cunt roughly, his eyes glimmer with lust when you mumble his name, he wants to hear it over and over again, your lips are in a perfect 'o' shape, and the image is etched into his brain, forever.

you are perfect, so fucking perfect and he's captivated by you. he's captivated with the way your tight cunt takes him in, so warm and fits perfectly, he's convinced you were made for him.

his groans are getting louder now, his pace is picked up, and his lips harshly press kisses onto your neck, biting and nibbling as you scream out for more.

's’fuckin’ warm, jesus, baby you’re drivin’ me crazy over here.’ he gritted through his clenched teeth. and you hummed in return, your toes curling up again as you know you are getting closer and closer, your eyes are dazed and glossy as you shut them.

but eddie’s hand harshly grips your chin. ‘nuh-uh, baby… need to see those pretty eyes, need you to watch me while i fuck your brains out and you cum all over my cock.’ he husks into your ear causing you to nod quickly, your eyes lazily blinking.

'see that, peach? see how well you're takin' my cock?' he hums as he thrusts again, his fingers grazing over your tummy, 'see how my cock is fillin' you to the brim?' he says huskily.

'mhm..' you nod, mouth gaping as you know you are about to release soon, eddie cockily nods, 'i know, baby... let go for me, doll.' you mewl against him.

'tell me, who's making you feel this fuckin' good?' he grunts, 'you, eddie, you!' you scream out, your hand wrapping around his neck tightly as you curse out, your mind dizzy as with more of his praises the coil snaps, and you moan loudly, your thighs shaking as you cum around his cock.

'oh god! you're so good, so fucking good, eddie!' you cry out. he groans when he feels you drenching his balls, 's-so good, eds.' you murmur again and your head falls into the nook of his neck, tired.

"god, peach, you look s'fucking pretty when you cum." eddie murmurs as he sheats his cock inside of you relentlessly again, you're soaked and your clit is overstimulated but you can't help the soft whimpers that escape your mouth.

'shit- baby, fuck! s'fuckin' tight when you cum over my cock.' eddie groans fucking you through your orgasm. 'not gonna last long, sweetheart.' he chuckles, he's about to explode from how your walls tighten around him, you're so perfect and he can't help himself.

'cum inside me, eds.' your voice is timid as you bring your head up to meet his lustful ones, you have a mischievous smirk and his eyes darken at your request.

'you sure, baby?' he asks, you nod quickly, 'im on the pill.'

'want you to fill me deep with your cum.' you add innocently and eddie is about to melt as he curses.

'fuck- you're so fuckin' perfect.' he grunts, his movements are sloppy now and you know he's about to cum.

'gonna drown this tight cunt with my fucking cum.' you roll your hips to help him get there faster, his grip on your hips is bruising but you don't care.

'jesus- fuck- i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby.' he hisses and you , 'cum for me, eds. wanna feel you inside.' you whined again, your hips rolling in a faster pace now.

'shit- fuck- jesus fucking christ!' he cried out, his hips stilling when he finished inside of you. your walls tightened around him and a delicious groan slipped out of his lips, and he muttered your name over and over again, coating your insides with his cum.

you nuzzled your head in eddie's neck, while eddie was mumbling about how perfect you were, you giggled, as you mumbled compliments back to him.

you could feel his cock soften and twitch inside of you, he attempted to get up but you whined. 'noooo...' you pouted your lips, 'let's just stay like this for a while, pleaseee.' you pleaded, all doe-eyed and eddie knew he could never resist you when you were so adorable.

he gave you a warm smile, 'whatever my pretty girl needs.' he hummed, as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

the two of you ended up falling asleep like that until eddie got woken up by your little whines as you shifted on top of him, his cock twitching for more friction, and begging to release as you slowly attempted to roll your hips and pleaded for a round two.

[drunk-fantasies]

de-stress

+18 content, minors dni

friend!heeseung x fem!reader / 1,1k words / fingering, oral (f. receiving) / mlist

explicit content under the cut!

you groaned for the nth time today, bringing the attention of your friend, who just like you was revising material for your upcoming exams. he scanned your features and pursed his lips at the view of your furrowed brows and fingers massaging your temples.

“can i help you somehow, y/nah?” he asked, gazing back to his notes.

“i don’t think so, hee, i just can’t focus,” you sighed loudly and plopped on his bed.

“maybe a small break would be good for you,” he suggested, but you opposed it quickly.

“it’s been like this for like the past week. nothing and i mean nothing gets to my brain, no matter how hard i try,” you complained while he listened attentively.

he thought for a while, wondering what could help you get back on the right track. “i’ll help you. what do you not understand?” he sat next to you, taking your notes and reading them roughly.

“everything,” you mumbled playing with your fingers.

he let your notebook fall on his lap with a slight thud. “everything? y/n that’s not possible. you’ve been getting good grades this whole year, i’m sure something stayed in your memory.” his tone was soft, you were discouraged enough for now.

“i don’t know, hee. i feel like i forgot everything,” you spoke with tears brimming in your eyes.

“hey, hey.” heeseung was quick to wipe them off your cheeks and held your face in his palms, stroking it with his thumbs from time to time. it’s not the first time he comforted you in times like this. he always managed to find a way to help you, and you were always thankful to have him near you, as your friend. a friend whose touch gives you butterflies, but still, a friend. “no crying, okay? let’s watch something to ease your mind, how does it sound?”

he waited for your response and you slowly looked at him and nodded. his smile grew and he reached for a remote control to turn on the tv. leaning against his headboard he noticed that you still sat at the exact same spot you did before.

“y/n?”

“can we cuddle?” you asked quickly, not even thinking what his answer could possibly be.

he chuckled and with a motion invited you to sit in between his legs. you moved to the spot and leaned against his chest, feeling how your heart beat uncontrollably fast. without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around your body, causing a swarm of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“what do you want to watch?” he asked nonchalantly as he browsed movies on netflix. “maybe some comedy to lighten up your mood?” he suggested and you nodded, thinking about nothing, but the way his palm stroked your side.

heeseung turned on the first movie he found that you hadn’t watched yet and turned off the lights for a better vibe.

your attention was nowhere near what was happening on the screen. the mixture of stress caused by exams and the biggest-ever closeness between the two of you flooded your mind. subconsciously you kept on fidgeting with your fingers, breath steady in its irregularity.

“y/n, you would enjoy it more if you watched what’s actually going on on the screen,” he said, noticing how your fingers were your main attraction currently.

“sorry,” you mumbled.

“don’t be sorry, silly,” he chuckled and let his hand fall on your thigh, dangerously close to your core, making you hold your breath. now instead of stroking your side, his fingers focused on the inside of your thigh, sending shivers throughout your whole body. suddenly you stopped him and took his hand in yours. waiting for your move he smirked feeling how you placed it on your crotch. soon he started moving his digits in a circular motion and felt how your tense body relaxed instantly.

his movements became more defined and sharp, playing on your sensitive bud through thin layers of your shorts and panties. it didn’t take him long to slide them to the side, leaving your pussy completely bare. at first his fingers danced delicately on your clit, before finally entering your hole. your back arched slightly at the sudden penetration, gasping for air. after waiting for you to adjust he started slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you while leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

“heeseung,” you finally whined, taking hold of his hand to control its pace.

“tell me what you want. tell me how i can help my little princess,” he whispered straight into your ear.

“please don’t stop,” you let out in between moans.

despite your pleas he abruptly stopped, leaving you and your cunt needy for his touch. before you could complain, he crawled away from you, now lying in front of your crotch. “i think i know what you might enjoy a little bit more,” he said while pulling down your shorts and panties. you helped him by raising your hips and soon your bottoms landed on the floor.

heeseung brought your body closer by your thighs, hugging them tightly, taking a chance to take a look at your dripping hole in the dimmed light of a tv playing in the background.

“hee, please,” you begged, impatient to feel his tongue.

“shh, my princess. i’ll make you forget about everything,” he whispered, his breath hitting your bud with every word he said.

he gave your lips a long lick, to which your eyes rolled back, pleasure already hitting you. the wet and filthy sounds he let out made you lose your mind. instinctively your hand took a hold of his hair, gripping it harshly. he let out a long moan against your folds, sending vibrations through your body.

“heeseung!” you moaned his name for the numberless time this evening, while he made out with your pussy in painfully slow motions. one of his hands unwrapped from the grip on your thigh to finally put one finger to your hole. he pumped it in and out at a steady pace, adding another finger with time, that along with him sucking on your clit felt like heaven on earth.

“i think i’m close!” you exclaimed feeling your climax getting closer and closer. without any warning, you came on his face. not wanting o waste any of your release he licked you clean, still fucking your hole to help you ride your high.

your grip on his hair loosened and you closed your eyes in pleasure. “my god, that was amazing.” you hid your face in your palms and tried to even out your breathing.

“as selfish as it sounds,” he started once you calmed down. “i wish you were so stressed a bit more frequently.”

[kivino]

I DON’T CARE WHAT’S IN YOUR HAIR || ROOMMATE!JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH X GN!READER

Word Counter – 1.9k

Tags/Warnings – Some friendly banter, can be read as both platonic and romantic, fluff!

Summary – Your roommate Johnny comes back after his deployment and his hair looks like it needs a little trimming.

A/n – I AM ON MY ROOMMATE!SOAP AGENDA AND I WILL SPREAD IT FAR AND WIDE. let me know if you guys would like to see more roommate!Soap things on my blog, i'm very interested in different opinions!!!

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Soap couldn’t wait until he was finally back home – several months had passed since his last leave and he was getting restless and antsy without the very much-needed rest. And, well, your company, which he missed more and more each day. You’d constantly be on his mind, plaguing his every thought with your presence, from a rather simple, passing “Oh, they’d like this joke” inside his head to talking the ears off of anyone who’d listen to him ramble about his lovely roommate, who he affectionately called “my dumbass back home”. Slowly, but surely, the number of people willing to lend an ear to restless Johnny became less and less, with each day of him staying on the base. So really, it was more of a favor extended to all the resident soldiers there.

Soap could almost feel the buzz of excitement itching under his skin, the commute back to your shared apartment was really long and tiring; the huge duffel bag filled to the brim with dirty laundry and a variety of clothes he shoved inside in a hurry didn’t help with the soreness in his body either. Soap, thankfully, didn’t forget to tell you earlier this week that his leave got approved, which you didn’t seem too excited about over the text, but he knew that you were screaming and jumping from joy. Maybe.

The last time he forgot to do that ahead of time he came back to an absolute disaster inside the apartment, with you trying to cook dinner while doing laundry, vacuuming, and cussing him out for not telling you earlier. Truth be told, Johnny didn’t mind if the apartment was messy, with undone dishes and whatnot, he’d help you do everything, but you were fixed on the fact that you should do it yourself and it’s absolutely crucial that everything has to be perfect by the time he’s back. Ghost joked that you had some military spouse mentality when Soap mentioned it to him (among countless other times he’d tell the big guy about you). Maybe there was some truth to this joke. Just maybe.

Regardless, Johnny could feel the bounce in his step and the same lightness in his chest when he was finally within a short walking distance of the apartment, and he just simply couldn’t wait to see you, even if you were a bit tired after all the cleaning you’d have to do in the apartment to keep up this image of a “perfect roommate”, despite being to him much more than just that. Seconds drag out unbearably long when he’s going up the steep stairs in the building that have certainly seen better times than the 21st century, and Soap thinks he could combust when he has to rummage through his pockets for the keys he hasn’t used in months. Johnny could hear the vacuum moaning from exertion from his place outside the door and an unintentional smile grazes his lips when he hears you cursing something out in your native language. Johnny finally fishes the key out of his pocket, hurriedly unlocks the door, and goes inside, as quietly as he can, which you can still hear even over the sound of a working vacuum.

“Johnny, you ass, you’re finally back.” You’re immediately distracted from the home appliance, as you turn it off and focus your attention solely on Soap, running up to him across the room and helping him with the giant duffel bag. “Thought you died out there with long they held up your leave.” You mumble with a chuckle that turns into a rough shriek, courtesy of Johnny squeezing the life out of you with a tight and warm embrace.

“Aye, there we go, bonnie, let’s hug it out!” If you could hear over his loud booming voice you were sure you’d hear your bones snapping from how tight his arms wrapped around your torso. You’d probably hug him back if you could free your arms out of Johnny’s hug too, but that didn’t seem to be an option at the moment.

“Johnny, for fuck’s sake, you stink!” You only hear a hearty laugh in response to your dramatic delivery. You tried to seem annoyed with Soap, which was a bit harder than you initially thought. You kind of missed him, the apartment felt cold and empty without his chatter.

“And that’s how you treat me after we haven’t seen each other for months? You wound me so deep.” The man says in a mock-sad tone. Deep inside of him, he felt that – you’re not being serious and just messing with him. So, he only continued squeezing you in his arms, without much thought. “When did you shower last time anyway?” you ask with a light groan. “Not in the past 24 hours, I’ll tell ya that.” Johnny’s chest rumbles with a low laugh and you can feel those vibrations going right through you, from how close you were.

“Oh, fuck off. And what’s with the hair? Decided to take some fashion advice from those edgy lads down the road?” You finally look up at Soap and he looks…Interesting to say the least. It’s obvious that someone probably helped him trim down the sides, since they didn’t appear much longer than they were several months ago when he left last. The longer part of the mohawk, however, made him look like he decided to go full mullet, with parts of his hair cut in certain places, like there was an attempt to make it shorter. It wasn’t bad-looking by any stretch of the imagination (in fact, you were sure, that Johnny can make look good just about anything if he managed to pull off the fucking mohawk in the first place), but you had to take the piss at him while you had the chance.

“Everyone’s a critic. Help me cut it then, will ya?” The man asks, slightly loosening his iron grip on you to look you in the eyes with an infectious smile.

“Only after you wash.”

“Naturally.”

And that’s how you find yourself in the cramped, tight bathroom of your apartment, Johnny sitting in front of the mirror on a stool, back hunched over the sink and you standing right behind him, with a pair of scissors and a clear goal in mind – sort out whatever mess was on his head. If it was up to you, you’d find a person who decided to make Johnny the next victim of their questionable fashion choices and cut off their fingers so they can never hold anything that can cut hair in their hands again. But for now, you just have to figure out what to do with Soap.

“You look like a feral rat on steroids, Johnny,” You say, as your fingers slowly drift through the longer, very grown-out parts of his mohawk. You look at his reflection in the mirror and your eyes meet, despite the weird angle his head was positioned at, just to rest on your stomach. Soap gives you a lopsided smile and closes his eyes with a relaxed sigh. That bath must’ve been good, you scrubbed the shit out of the bathroom yesterday.

“Well, somebody’s gotta be the pretty one outta the pair of us.” If you were meaner than you already are you’d yank his hair to teach his ass a lesson. But you don’t. And he knows you wouldn’t do that, which is why you can see one barely open blue eye staring back at you from the mirror. He’s such a pain in the ass, but you love him. The world will collapse the day you actually acknowledge that though.

“You’re butt-ugly.” You mumble instead, playing with the damp strands of hair that refused to stand up the way they did before his deployment. You didn’t know much about the military dress code but you’d be surprised if he wasn’t violating any regulations with how his hair looked.

“Yer mum would disagree.” Johnny gave another hearty laugh and leaned more into you with his back. It really felt great to be back home. He could’ve still lived with his parents and sisters back on that farm, but as much as he loved them, relatives were too much sometimes. Maybe he should visit them soon with you. That’d be great. Johnny just has to explain beforehand that you’re only roommates, so it doesn’t turn into a big mess, that he’d hate to sort out.

“You don’t even know my mum, you wanker.” You slap Johnny on the shoulder lightly and he doesn’t even flinch. “Come on, straighten up.” He reluctantly obeys and gets up from his unusual resting position, you hear no verbal protests from him. With a light, gentle motion your hand ruffles his hair in approval.

“I’m sure she’s a woman of refined taste.” This earns Soap another slap to the shoulder, to which he laughs like a damn schoolboy. Your eyes are glued to his hair, studying it carefully. You didn’t have much experience even trimming it on somebody else, so this was a bit nerve-wracking – you didn’t want to mess up and make Johnny look worse. Although not a lot of things could look genuinely bad on the man, you were willing to admit that. You finally take the scissors that have been sitting on the edge of the sink for the past half hour and pinch the longer stand that fell over Johnny's eyes between your index and middle fingers. “Well, what are you waiting for? Cut it.” He tries to hurry you, and you can’t even see the way he observes your expression - brows tied together in a thoughtful frown, Johnny thought it looked quite cute.

“Shut up, I’m thinking.” Your eyes rise to the mirror again and he playfully rolls his eyes. He doesn’t say anything though, letting you take your time, as you put down the scissors. You start ruffling Johnny’s hair again and you see the way he closes his eyes in the reflection, a warm smile stretching his lips. Your hand rests on the side of his face for a moment and not even a second passes, before you feel Soap’s palm rest over it in a gentle motion. But it doesn’t end on it, when he rubs his cheek over your skin, his stubble scratching you slightly. You let him have this moment though.

You look at his hair, as you ruffle and play with it using your free hand, and your realization makes you want to bash your head on the wall. You like it better like this. This is stupid and you feel like an idiot. At least you had an idea on how you can tell Johnny that you changed your mind about cutting his hair. Your fingers dive into his hair again, scratching the scalp lightly with the nails as you give your final verdict, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“I don’t think I can make it any worse than it already is, to be honest. Somebody fucked you over real good with that one.” You lie right to his face. Johnny opens his eyes and gives you a mischievous smile when he hears that.

“So, what I hear is you’re chickening out?’ He asks with a light, airy laugh that makes even the cold bathroom feel warmer.

“Johnny, get out of here before I shave you bald”

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[nanamiluvs]

Heyy my love,

I love a lil bit jealous nanami hehe,

Do you write for toji too?

If you do could you maybe do smth where reader and toji are trying to concieve and hes the softest ever

I never get soft toji lately 😭

hehe definitely! also toji would be the softest husband ever like?? i will make this man my wife. ( i also didn't know if you wanted sfw or nsfw so i did a little bit of both! )

as his wife !

pairing : toji x reader

rating : sfw and mature parts separated

wc : 650

sypnosis : husband!toji & reader trying for a baby ♡

warnings : afab reader but no pronouns used, mentions of reader as a mother, mentions of pregnancy, pregnant!reader, reading being called "woman" and "wife" by toji, toji and reader are married; for the mature stuff : breeding, p in v, unprotected sex, soft dom toji

husband!toji who cannot believe he heard things right when you said you wanted to have a baby with him.

husband!toji who couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. do you really? with someone like him?

husband!toji who simply thinks he's not worthy of that.

husband!toji who has wanted to have kids with you for so long, yet never mentioned the idea since he was worried that you wouldn't feel the same way. he's fighting to hide a grin.

husband!toji who would pepper your face in kisses, telling you how beautiful his wife would look, belly full with his child.

husband!toji who would be terrible with parenting courses and books. he's really trying, he wants to be a husband and a father to you and your children, but he's a little dense at the moment. don't discourage him though! he's trying and he won't give up even if sometimes he just wants to toss the overcomplicated book to the wall.

husband!toji who will practically be your slave during the whole thing. even when you're only trying for a baby, he treats you like a queen. you're his wife and soon-to-be mother of his kids, is it even possible for him to not adore you? he may try and appear tough, but toji is a man who would worship the ground you walk on.

husband!toji who chats with the baby inside your tummy all the time. "hey, you brat." you're laying on the couch and he's kneeling on the ground, talking as if the child can hear him. "get out of there already. we're gonna have a problem if ya keep troubling my wife."

husband!toji who is sometimes too shy to ask to feel the baby's kicks or listen to it. he's trying not to make it too obvious but he can't hide the smile on his scarred lips when you tell him he can touch.

husband!toji who is, deep down, more panicked than you when you go into labor. everything he had learned is suddenly out the window, he doesn't know what to do now that the moment has come. he's trying to appear normal but he's brimming with anxiety waiting for you in the hospital.

smut content below !

husband!toji who would whisper in your ear how good you will look as he pushes himself inside you inch by inch. he's kissing your neck, hands caressing your curves as gently as if you were to break. he's not his usual self, he's so careful it's sickeningly sweet.

husband!toji who will deny that he's going softer on you. "hah. i'm just feeling nice today, woman." yet the way he looks into your eyes as his sensual pace keeps up, you know that's not the case.

husband!toji who suddenly gets on the giving side completely, not giving you a chance to pleasure him like usual. he wants you to do as less work as possible, you're ready to handle so much more for you and him, so what's this in comparison to that?

husband!toji who would thrust inside you with the image of your family in his mind. what did he do to deserve this? how could someone like you be with someone like him? he tries to shut these thoughts up when he feels a strange, prickling sensation burning his eyes. if you noticed it, you didn't.

husband!toji who would give it his all to get you full and brimming with his seed. he's not pulling out, resting inside of you as he hugs you from behind and presses a kiss on your shoulder.

husband!toji who definitely won't give up after one round. he has to make sure he's successful, that you're carrying his child- his usual prominent stamina doubling to your horror. (or pleasure, more like it.)

husband!toji who would fall asleep with you in his arms, pulling you impossibly close to his chest and not letting you go.

husband!toji who loves you enough to soften a man like him. but how could he not?

reqs are open!

[trendywaifus]

Relationship hc with Natasha or himeko? (Sfw/nsfw)

— ahh to be in a relationship with mommy himeko. honestly, i def do believe himeko’s old fashioned. romantic and traditional asl.

— himeko’s waking you up with kisses, running a hand down your arm as she whispers “ good morning, beloved. “ when your eyes flutter open, her loving smile comes into view, you almost thought she was an angel. in the mornings, she stays in bed with you to discuss more about the plans for the day and loves to listen to you about how your dreams (if you have em). basically pillow talk! she’s huge on that. as himeko talks, she’s fiddling with your fingers, particularly your ring finger if you’re aren’t too drowsy to notice.

— breakfast in bed babbyyy. it’s not every morning she does this, it’s more on the occasion. she prefers you and her eat with the astral family. but let talk about how she makes the meanest pancakes, they’re so fluffy and soft, it practically melts on your tongue. the eggs are slightly burnt but it’s good nonetheless. then. .there’s the coffee. himeko likes to experiment with her coffee and for some reason, she thinks it’s okay for you to be her test dummy. sometimes it’s okay, perfect, and downright. . .bitter. “ wh-why is it spicy?? it-it’s like it’s so bitter that it’s spicy! “ you coughed harshly, pushing the cup back into her hands. she laughs sheepishly, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. “ i was in a silly mood this morning, sorry love! “ “ well, next time please let dan heng taste it! “

— himeko’s into pda and like i said before, she’s a confident woman! much like kafka, she’s not afraid to express her love and concern for you in public. when she’s at your side, her hand is on your lower back, rubbing circles on it occasionally to provide you some sort of comfort/stability. if himeko’s not kissing your lips, she’s kissing your cheeks and jaw. when she’s gotta go somewhere rq to do or get something, she’s placing a quick peck on your cheek then leaves. if y’all are hugging and your jawline is more exposed to her, she’s kissing on that too—usually to entice you or maybe you’re just tall!

— when you’re away with the nameless trio, best believe himeko’s texting you throughout the experience, making sure you’re okay. she’s knows trailblazing with the trio is always a hell of an experience. if you have the free time, himeko expects you to video call her, she misses seeing your pretty/handsome face. ):

— himeko takes it upon herself to fix your outfit malfunctions. whether it’ll be smoothing out your wrinkled skirt, buttoning up your collar shirt, fixing your tie, or anything like that, she’ll gladly offer her service to you. its like a mother getting their kid ready for their first day of school lmao. she knows your capable, she just doesn’t want you to be embarrassed.

“ there, beloved. “ himeko pats your cheeks after adjusting your sleeve correctly. “ you’re always acting as if you’re my mother. “ you chuckled, taking her wrist gingerly and guide it to your lips to kiss it. her smile grew wider, shy even. “ that’s something i can’t help. i’m a lover girl (march totally called her that) after all. “

nsfw

— himeko’s a service top, i mean look at her. she rather focus on your pleasure first; she’s a sweetheart.

— very big on foreplay. she wanna make sure you’re comfortable as much as she can. himeko def doesn’t mind taking it slow at all. if you just want to touch and kiss her without going further, she’s happy with that. but most of the time, it’s gets intimate. i mean, himeko treats you like an angel, her touch is sensual and delicate and her kisses are passionate and languid. you end up wanting more from her because she’s addicting.

— her strap game is top tier. her plastic cock repeatedly filling you up to the brim after having numerous orgasms will take your soul away. seriously, after she’s done with you, you’re pretty much put to sleep. the only reason why you were able to stay up for so long because she loves to encourage and praise you to keep taking the strap ever so lovingly. “ you’re doing so well sweetie, I know you’re tired but just one more for me, okay? “

— himeko’s head game is also top tier. one of the best out of the female cast. you know she experienced experienced when she’s sucking on your clit while knuckles deep inside your pussy. when she curls her fingers against a particular spongy spot—you’re squirting not a sec after. she loves to alternate, like, playing with your clit with her thumb and dragging her tongue against your warm walls before retracting away to tease your folds and entrance.

— if you have a cock, your tip is already pushing against the back of himeko’s throat, her tongue tracing along a prominent vein. each time her mouth sinks back down on your dick, she’s stopping right at your pelvis before moving back up to do it again. if you want to move her your hips and hold on to the back of her head, do it. in fact, gather her hair back into a ponytail for her so it doesn’t get in the way.

[blackhairedjjun]

love flew away - k.th

pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader | genre / tropes: soft angst, amicable breakup, boxer!taehyun | word count: 1.1k | warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, pet names (love), heartbreak

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompts - OVER?: after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. + VOICEMAIL: sender leaves a voicemail on the receiver’s phone after failing to get through to them, and reveals their love for them. (requested by @probably-too-obssessed - "Also the prompt says mutual break up for Over but can it be tweaked to Taehyun breaking up with Reader for some unavoidable reason instead? Tysm and I'd be happy with whatever you write! Congrstulations again!")

author's note: hello!! i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, taehyun is the one who initiates the breakup with the reader but it's still friendly on both ends...? so yeah haha. also i listened to love flew away by laufey & adam melchor as inspiration for this and i got carried away and wrote 1k, oops. but i hope you enjoy!!

taehyun took you out to dinner on your last day as a couple.

had it not been for the breakup he had decided on a week ago, it would have felt like just another blissful date with him. he ordered all your favorite dishes and asked about your day as you waited for the orders, his wide eyes shining with affection while you chatted on. his hand rested on top of yours on the table, warm and inviting, his slender fingers intertwining with yours halfway through the meal. and when he smiled that adorable little smile of his in between his silly remarks, you felt your heart growing light in your chest. 

the evening finished off with a little wine, and you drank just enough to keep your senses while bathing the rest of the evening in the haze of a dream. and with taehyun squeezing your hand and gazing at you with shining eyes, you really did feel like you were in a dream that you couldn’t wake from.

he wrapped your jacket around your shoulders as you left the restaurant and waited for a cab. he linked his arms around yours and stood close by to keep you from swaying too much, and the warmth of his side kept you grounded. 

“my flight leaves early in the morning,” he said.

“i know…”

you turned to him and were surprised to see tears brimming in his eyes. taehyun didn’t cry much, but he looked at you so solemnly that the gravity of everything began to crash down on you. you met his gaze and when you touched your cheek, you realized that your own tears were starting to fall too.

“y/n…” he grabbed both your hands in his, giving them a firm squeeze. “i’m sorry i had to do this.”

you attempted to croak out another “i know,” but your voice broke before you could get the words out. your tears flowed so much that your vision blurred, and you choked back a sob.

he moved forward and held you close, one hand patting your back gently and the other still grasping onto your hand. you buried your head in his chest and sobbed as you inhaled his scent for the last time. he wore the cologne you had gifted him for his birthday, fresh and musky but a little sweet, and the memory of the gift made you sob harder.

the two of you said nothing for several moments. taehyun repeated another “i’m sorry, love” into your hair and squeezed you a bit tighter. the top of your head felt damp as his own tears fell more freely.

you had remained calm in the week since he announced the breakup; it had been a perfectly rational decision that suited the both of you. taehyun was moving overseas to continue training for his boxing career, and he knew that you had no intentions of moving with him when your own career was starting to take off. he hated the thought of a long-distance relationship that neither of you wanted, and just imagining the loneliness and the arguments that would result from it made him shudder. so when he proposed that you two break up while you were still on good terms, you agreed.

it makes perfect sense, you told yourself; if you had stayed together, you both would have been unhappy. but now, sobbing in his arms and feeling his heartbeat for the last time, a different kind of unhappiness wrapped around you. already you could feel the cold of not having him by your side, the silence from not listening to him chatter about something he had read, the emptiness of losing the man you loved with your whole being for two years. you held onto him tightly, as if doing so would keep the future would coming and let him stay.

when your tears finally subsided, you lifted your head to meet taehyun’s eyes. his forehead rested on yours and he lifted a hand to brush away a lingering tear from your cheek. you closed your eyes, savoring the small act of affection, and he leaned in for one last kiss.

his lips felt gentler on yours than they had ever been.

一

you barely slept that night, and in the first hours of the morning you and taehyun exchanged your last texts goodbye before he was due for his flight. he had left for the airport with his training team, no outsiders allowed, so you wished him farewell from the solitude of your room. 

your emotions came in waves in those hours. just when you thought you were finally at peace with the end of your relationship, the ache in your heart would start up once again, and the pain filled your senses so much that it would keep you from sleeping. the flood of emotions subsided for good only later that morning; your energy crashed and you fell asleep in an instant despite the bright sun outside. when you awoke it was already well into the afternoon.

you lifted your head from the bed and reached for the phone on your nightstand, barely getting up to do so. taehyun usually sent you a text as soon as he arrived somewhere new, and though it made no sense to expect one from him 一 as of today, he and you were no longer a couple 一 your heart still jumped in expectation out of sheer habit. maybe, just maybe, he had sent one last text... one more “one last”...

what you did not expect was an unread voicemail. 

you pressed to listen, and the sound of taehyun’s voice alone was enough to bring you to tears.

hey, y/n. so i finally landed here... i tried calling you but you didn’t pick up. i just wanted to tell you thank you for these last two years. i wish we had more time together but... (a sigh.) i was happy, i really was. you have no idea how amazing of a person you are... you’re incredibly caring, you brighten people’s days, you always listen to me and you work hard not just for yourself but for the people you care about. including me... and i hope that you, well, you stay the amazing person i fell in love with. no, i know you will be. and i hope you’ll be happy always. um, that’s all... (his voice breaks.) no, that’s not all. i love you, y/n. i love you.

[armiliadawn]

A Taste of Strawberry

Word count: 2200

Synopsis: After a long day marked by a confrontation with the Marines, you attend the debriefing in the navigation room with Kid and his commanders. You didn’t expect a simple strawberry to become the object of a silent game between you and your captain, where every glance and every word seems charged with a tension you can’t ignore. Between subtle provocations and measured gestures, this seemingly mundane moment suddenly takes a troubling turn.

Tags: KidxF!Reader, very very light NSFW, reader gets caught in their own game.

Notes: I've been working on the translation of this text for a while. But Jintaka's little gift gave me the boost I needed to finish it. @jintaka-hane This text is for you. I hope you’ll like it. 🫶 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Tag list : @jintaka-hane @novemberhope @imveryyellow @pandora-writes-one-piece

The day's debrief seemed long, almost endless, and the atmosphere in the navigation room was thick with palpable fatigue. The orange glow of the setting sun filtered through the portholes, casting dancing shadows on the table cluttered with maps and reports. Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire sat around you, exchanging practical details about the day's events.

You had crossed paths with a Marine ship, and even though the fight had been brief, it left everyone exhausted. Tense muscles, sore bodies, and the aftermath of the adrenaline rush left a heavy sense of weariness. Kid, though still brimming with energy, showed signs of irritation, his movements sometimes abrupt, as if he found this discussion as boring as it was necessary. You were seated at one end of the table, listening half-heartedly. Your own body reminded you of the effort you had put into the battle, every muscle aching, every thought slightly foggy.

Your attention easily drifted from the conversation, latching onto insignificant details: the sound of the waves against the ship’s hull, the soft glow from the hanging lamps, and most of all, the plate of strawberries in the middle of the table. It had been there since Killer had brought it earlier, a sweet comfort after a difficult day. Most of the fruit was already gone. Only a handful of strawberries remained, their vibrant red shining under the light of the lamps.

Kid kept glancing at them between sentences, as if, despite the ongoing discussions, a part of him was irresistibly drawn to those fruits. You knew he loved them, and every time his gaze fell on the plate, you couldn’t help but smile inwardly. There was something almost childlike in his fascination with strawberries, a rare softness hidden beneath his fierce, pirate appearance.

But tonight, the atmosphere felt different. The fatigue hung in the air, yes, but there was something else. A subtler tension. Kid was unusually quiet, more focused on his own thoughts than the conversation at hand, and every time your eyes met his, a strange shiver ran down your spine. His overwhelming presence filled the room, as always, but in this moment, it felt even more intense, heavier. There was something in the air, a charged energy that you couldn’t ignore, something that kept you on edge.

The exchange of words continued, but you felt strangely detached. Kid's gaze haunted you, even when he wasn’t looking directly at you. It was a feeling you had often experienced—this sense of being under his influence without him saying a word. You never knew if it was irritation he felt toward you, or something else… something more unsettling. Tonight, you couldn’t help but wonder: was it attraction? You had never allowed yourself to think about it seriously before, but the idea crept into your mind, more persistent with each passing minute.

The debrief finally came to an end. Wire was the first to rise, stretching long before turning to Heat and Killer.

“We’ve still got a few things to check on the deck,” Wire said, his voice breaking the sudden silence that had settled in.

Killer nodded quietly, casting a brief but meaningful glance at Kid, as if he understood something that you didn’t. The three pirates left the room, leaving you alone with the captain. The sound of their footsteps slowly faded, leaving behind only the gentle rumble of the waves against the ship and an oppressive silence.

You immediately felt the weight of Kid's gaze on you. The silence, far from easing the atmosphere, only seemed to make it heavier. There was always something palpable between you two, a tension you had never been able to fully define. Was it irritation? Or something deeper, something more intimate? Whatever it was, tonight, that feeling was magnified, invading every fiber of your being.

On the table, there was only one strawberry left. Kid eyed it with a possessive look, as if he coveted it as much as a rare treasure. The intense red of the fruit echoed the fiery color of his hair. His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the table, and in an instant, you understood that he wanted it for himself.

Without thinking, and faster than you realized, you reached out and grabbed the strawberry right under his nose.

“I was going to take that,” he growled, his eyes narrowing slightly, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

An amused smile tugged at your lips. You had always enjoyed provoking him, even though, in moments like these, you knew you were playing with fire.

“Well then, come and get it,” you replied mischievously.

Without hesitation, you placed the strawberry between your teeth, lips slightly parted, a sly grin on your face. The challenge was set, and you knew it. Kid’s gaze darkened, a wild glint flickering in his golden eyes. He was not the type to ignore a provocation, especially one coming from you.

He stood up slowly, towering over you, his presence filling the room with an almost stifling heat. Every movement he made was deliberate, like a predator who knew he already had control over his prey. His gaze, intense, enveloped you entirely, pinning you in place. Even though you had started this game, in that moment, you realized he already controlled every move, every breath, and even your own will. You had lit the fuse, and now you would have to face the consequences.

Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that it felt like each beat echoed in the air between you. Kid was approaching, slowly, his eyes locked on your lips, fixated on the strawberry with undisguised hunger. The air grew denser, charged with an electric tension that was almost tangible. You felt both nervous and drawn to the magnetic force he exuded. Your body betrayed you, every fiber pulling toward him, as if you had already lost this game before it even began. He leaned in closer, placing his hands on either side of the chair where you sat. There was no escape now, even if you wanted to.

Kid moved his face closer to yours, his lips just inches away, and you didn’t move. The closeness between you became unbearable, but you couldn’t look away or pull back. His breath, warm and invasive, brushed against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. Your teeth sank lightly into the tender, pink flesh of the strawberry, letting a drop of sweet juice trickle down your lower lip.

Kid was taking his time, his eyes slowly drifting down to your mouth before rising again to meet your gaze. Every fiber of your body tensed under his fiery stare, your heart beating at an unreasonable pace. A predatory smile spread across his lips, a mix of challenge and desire. His hand lifted, brushing against your cheek before sliding along your jawline, sending a wave of shivers down your neck. That simple touch ignited a fire inside you, consuming you from within. You found yourself trembling under his touch, light as it was.

His fingers traced the line of your jaw until they reached your mouth, where the strawberry still rested, like an invitation. The tip of his finger grazed the red flesh of the fruit, then lightly brushed your lips with a nearly painful delicacy. You felt your breath quicken, your body instinctively reacting to this barely-there but incredibly sensual touch. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire, yet you couldn’t look away, captivated by his nearness, by his absolute control over the situation. Kid leaned in, moving slower than necessary, his movements calculated to stretch out your anticipation. He seemed to savor each moment, every second where you held your breath, trapped in this silent dance.

“You really thought you could steal it from me like that?” he whispered, his rough voice vibrating between the two of you, making you shudder from head to toe.

Without waiting for a reply, Kid leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing against yours. Only a few millimeters separated you, and with each passing second, the tension between you became almost unbearable. His warm breath slid over your skin, and you felt a heat gather in your belly, a primal desire you could no longer ignore.

His eyes never left yours, anchoring you to this moment, daring you to move or pull away. But you didn’t want to. Your whole body was drawn to him, like an irresistible magnetic force. Finally, Kid’s gaze dropped to the strawberry, and with excruciating slowness, he gently took the fruit between his teeth, biting half of it. His lips brushed against yours in a barely perceptible touch, but it was enough to send a violent electric shock down your spine.

The sweet taste of the strawberry mixed with the sharp heat of his lips, and you felt your body instinctively respond, arching slightly toward him. The sensation of his mouth against yours, brief as it was, left a burning imprint on your skin. He pulled back just a little, his eyes still locked on yours, an arrogant smile playing on his lips. He was savoring not only the strawberry but also the obvious turmoil he had stirred within you.

“So, is that all you’ve got?” he whispered in a low, rough voice, his lips still dangerously close to yours, like a silent invitation to continue this game.

You could still feel the rest of the strawberry between your teeth, but in that moment, all you could perceive was him—his warmth, his breath, and the overwhelming desire that had taken hold of you. Your heart was beating frantically, every fiber of your being drawn toward him. Kid was no longer just your opponent in this game of provocation; he was the only thing that mattered in this frozen moment in time. You felt both trapped and strangely exhilarated, as if this game had only pulled you deeper into a labyrinth where he was the master.

And just as his warm breath grazed your skin once more and you were about to answer his call, everything suddenly shifted.

“Hey, are you seriously sleeping during the debrief?”

Heat’s voice rang out, abrupt and unexpected, yanking you violently out of that intense moment. You jolted awake, still disoriented by the nearness of Kid’s lips, the sweet taste of the strawberry… except you were still sitting at the table, your head resting heavily in your hand, and Kid wasn’t leaning toward you. In fact, he was sitting in his seat across from you, giving you a curious look, just like Killer and Wire. Your heart was still racing, and the warmth in your body hadn’t subsided. It took you a few seconds to realize that it had all been just a dream. A dream that was way too realistic… and way too compromising.

Your face flushed violently. You blinked, trying to regain your composure, but it was impossible. Embarrassment washed over you. The memory of Kid, so close, of what he had whispered to you, of that almost tangible brush of his lips against yours… it all still felt way too real.

Heat was staring at you, a smirk tugging at his lips, his expression slightly teasing. He leaned toward you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Seriously, you just fell asleep right here, during the meeting. Were we that boring?”

Killer, with his usual calm, raised an eyebrow behind his mask, while Wire barely concealed his grin. And Kid... Kid was looking at you with that same unreadable expression, his arms crossed, but you could sense the curiosity in his gaze. Had he guessed something? The mere thought made you blush even more, if that was even possible. You didn’t dare look at him directly.

“I… I’m sorry, I…” you muttered, unable to come up with a valid excuse. The heat in your face only seemed to increase.

Your eyes briefly glanced at the table, and to your horror, you noticed that there was still one strawberry left in the dish. Exactly like in your dream. The parallel was too unsettling, and you felt panic rising within you. If any of them made even one comment about the strawberries, you would literally sink under the table.

“It was a long day. You should go get some rest,” Killer finally said, breaking the tension in a neutral tone.

You nodded frantically, seizing this escape route with all the urgency in the world.

“Yes, I… I’ll do that. Good night.”

You stood up so quickly that you almost knocked over your chair. The four pirates watched you leave, and you could feel their eyes on you, burning into your back as you walked away. You didn’t even dare to steal a final glance at Kid, afraid of meeting his gaze—or worse, seeing any hint of understanding in his eyes.

Once outside the room, you leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath, your face still on fire. Your heart was still pounding wildly. Was it really possible to dream something so embarrassing, right in the middle of a debriefing meeting, and in front of him, no less?

You shook your head, hurrying toward your quarters. You’d probably need a good night’s sleep to forget that dream. But even as you slipped under your sheets, you knew that the burning memory of Kid, the strawberry, and the provocation that followed would haunt you for a while yet.

[clare-875]

What I Have to Say (Iwaizumi x Reader)

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Pairing: Iwaizumi x Reader Summary: When no one wants to listen, Iwaizumi does Warnings: angst, fluff Note: The above image does NOT belong to me [Haikyuu Masterlist]

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You were used to being the friend who always listened. The friend who always gave the advice and stayed quiet as the one who spoke blurted out their words, making sure their words stuck. You were always the one who kept eye contact and nodded. You were always the one who took on burden and rants and snarky comments, happy to do so; to allow your friends the contentment of being heard. But you also realise that you were never the one who was listened to. When you thought their speech was over or even when you were the one to initiate the talk, your friends (or who you thought were your friends) would be quick to change the subject; to replace your words with theirs. Each time you tried to bring up an event during the day, or chime into their words or exclaim about a show "you saw the other day," they would look to you briefly before the same words slipped their mouths.

They always replied with, "Anyway," or, "Oh my god that reminds me," or any other way to push away your words and break the brief eye contact they had with you, so they could continue in a completely different conversation, leaving you silently embarrassed; like you weren't worth their attention. You honestly didn't understand why. Hadn't you listened so openly and kindly and patiently? Why couldn't they just listen to what you had to say? Were you really that uninteresting? Sometimes you felt bold and as soon as they tried to diverge the conversation and to drown your voice under theirs you tried; you tried to speak up. To push through their conversation and continue, but they barely glanced, as though you had been silent. Soon you took to being silent and only nodded when they lent you a look, asking for your thoughts on something. You wondered why you stuck to the group that surrounded you, but you couldn't help it, you had been friends for so long; you felt like you had nowhere else to go.

Iwaizumi was different.

He always listened to what you had to say. Always lent you a patient ear and a look brimmed with true interest; like you were worth his attention because you were. Iwaizumi loves to hear you speak, loves to know the events of the day you had, each funny story you had tucked into the back of your mind, each anecdote of each glimmer in your day. That's why he notices how your conversations about your "friends" have become more sparse; like you don't really want to talk about them anymore. He also recognises the slight hesitance in your eyes, the way you stop yourself in the middle of one of your rants as though doubting yourself. Was I being annoying? What if he doesn't want to hear me talk too? Your thoughts would often come, insecurities bubbling within you before he would look up confusedly, prompting you to finish your story. His words of encouragement and engagement always lifted your spirits, but each time you were ignored once more by your peers you felt it building within you once more; doubt, rejection, embarrassment.

It was one day when you had been sitting at the lunch table surrounded by your friends. They had been talking about something uninteresting but you had been listening quietly when Iwaizumi approached. You look up from where you sat, eyes instantly sparking at his form as he finds you. "Hey [y/n]," he grins as he slides into place next to you, your friends not seeming to notice or mind as they chat away. Your lips upturn at his sudden presence, leaning your head slightly against his shoulder. "Hey Haji" you grin as you look up to him, and he gazes warmly at you. You sit back up and look around him, "Where's Oikawa?" Iwaizumi's face instantly turns dark as he shakes his head looking to the distance where he finds his best friend surrounded by fan girls as he always was. "Busy," Iwaizumi mutters eyes sharply looking to Oikawa who shivers at the harsh glare and gives him a sheepish smile. He then turns back at you, face more gentle now as he meets your gaze. "We were supposed to practise for the upcoming game, but seeing as he's preoccupied I thought I'd join you." Your heart warms at the sentiment and you nod, only to be interrupted by the squeal of your friend from your side.

"Omg! Guys, guess who's going to play [favourite character] in [favourite show]'s remake!" Your eyes turn wide at the proclamation quickly looking to your friend who has their phone out showing everybody. You lean forward trying to catch a glimpse and you see your favourite character was to be played by an actor/actress you had been raving about weeks ago. You feel excitement brim, finally something interesting. You smile wide looking at your friends who turn briefly towards you as you speak up. "Oh really?! I'm so happy for him/her they'll play the role so well! Did you see their acting in-" You ramble on slightly about a show you had seen the actor/actress in beforehand, smiling as your mind races at the prospect of seeing them act in the remake of your favourite show. They would be perfect for it. "Oh, and they acted that scene out so perfectly, almost made me cry when-" Your brief speech is put to a halt abruptly as one of your friends speaks up interrupting you without a glance at your form. "Yeah guys, but did you see-" She pulls the conversation away from you easily, and it feels as if you have been winded by how quickly the eyes that had looked insipid and adverting turn away. They look at your friend with eyes of interest and keenness you would never see thrown your way.

"I totally agree, he/she would have been better suited for the role than-" You hear your friends then start to diminish your thoughts, blatantly speaking of how they suddenly believe that the actor/actress you had been so happy to get the part, to be insufficient for it. They start to talk about another celebrity, another show, another story, and you try to speak up, "Yeah but guys-" only for your voice to be lost as another girl shouts out from across the table, "And did you see-" You feel your face light aflame at the embarrassment you feel as you look back down to the table in front of you. Your heart is heavy in your chest and you feel the all-too-familiar feeling of embarrassment and regret fill you. What were you thinking? Your form goes timid as you go back to simply listening to the conversation that takes place next to you, chest aching at the thought that they had not listened once more. You felt like you were a bore; like you were uninteresting. You are so lost in your humiliation that you almost forget the man who still sits next to you, looking at the interaction with a bitter taste on his tongue.

Iwaizumi knows; he knows the feeling of being pushed away or hushed so another person can speak their mind. Of course, he does. Even if Oikawa was his best friend, Iwaizumi had always gotten used to being in his shadow as he got the bright shine of light that crowned him. He got the girls, he got the popularity, he got the charm to captivate audiences who would listen. Before you, he had felt like he was destined to live that way and to accept that it was just the way it was. He was the side character, the supporting act, the person who would say something only to be forgotten as another person spoke. But you showed him differently. The day you sought him out and confessed he thought he was dreaming; he thought it was all a lie. He had thought you liked Oikawa, the three of you being friends for quite a while, but you had proved him wrong. Every single time.

You had always turned to him. You had always wanted to hear what he had to say, no matter how little or how much he had to offer. You always sought him out first in every crowd, always uttered the comforts that would ease his mind of the burdens he would put on himself. Always him over everyone else. So when he sees your kindness and your bubbly nature dwindle against their sullen gaze, he feels annoyance fill him. He feels irritation brim to the surface at the display of your so-called friends allowing your words to hush to nothing, prioritising another who blatantly interrupts you as though they don't notice or care. He has half the mind to speak up, to sharply dictate the words he so wishes to say, to make your undeserving friends realise the hurt they cause you and the disappointment seen flickering in your downcast eyes. But he also knows you hate social confrontations so he merely turns to you, and nudges your leg with his as you look up at the contact, doing your best to put on a smile as you tilt your head in confusion. Iwaizumi sees it; the timidness of your usually upbeat form drained from your "friend's" disregard. "You didn't finish your story." He says watching the way your eyes flicker with emotion slightly at his words as you shake your head keeping your fake smile.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing interesting," you say with a breathless laugh, embarrassment flushing your cheeks once more as you realise he must've seen you clearly ignored. "I don't care," Iwaizumi replies, keeping a sure look in his eyes as he reaches down and squeezes your hand in his. "Tell me." You hesitate but seeing his earnest and encouraging eyes on you, you smile more genuinely as you start to speak once more. The two of you turn to each other blocking out the sound of your companions still talking beside you, pretending it's just you and him. You tell him all that you wish your friends had listened to; about the events of your favourite show, your thoughts on a lesson you had that day, the plans you are excited about coming up in the next few weeks. Throughout it all Iwaizumi is so genuinely interested and hangs on to every word you say. He even adds in his own thoughts, voicing remarks and laughter at funny stories you tell, exclaiming his own displeasure at a specific teacher the both of you mutually disliked. The hour passed before you even knew it and your "friends" had gotten up claiming how they were going to get ready for the next class, but Iwaizumi had been quicker than you in replying, barely looking at them as he waved them off. You are glad of their absence but more so of the presence of the man in front of you.

You feel your eyes brim with tears of gratefulness as Iwaizumi turns now panicked at the sight. "Oi, what's wrong?" He asks, gently as he quickly reaches for the ones that cascade down your face. You shake your head gently in his hold and smile a beautiful smile; one that has Iwaizumi blushing up to the tips of his ears. "Nothing," you reply, "thank you, for listening." Iwaizumi breaks free of the momentary trance you had put him in before smiling warmly back at you and kissing the top of your head. "You don't have to thank me, I like listening to you speak." He then puts your hand in his and pulls you up from your seat. The both of you walk to your next class together, and he promises to take you to your favourite ice cream store after the school day ends. Your heart brims at his gesture; he clearly wants your happiness to be permanent, and for you to forget what sadness touched you today. He didn't know he was all you would ever need, him and his kind words, him and his gentle gestures, him always holding dear to what you have to say.

[squiddy-god]

"Festering feelings"

Dragon! Albedo x reader

Ok this was written before the event with albedo "twin"

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN♥︎ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!

CW : no beta, not proofread, subtle yan!albedo but nothing explicit or too bad, corrupted!albedo, dragon! Albedo, albedo is corrupted by durins heart and turns more draconic- the reader is kind of scared but into it. Murder (it's a fatui) slight gore,

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You were close with albedo, helping him with the numerous experiments he evolved himself in, watching his ever diligent mind work through the process of alchemy like gears turning in a clock. Truly he was a genius, a wealth of knowledge accumulated over the years, countless tests and trials behind those blue eyes. 

It would be a lie if you said you didn't admire the man, and an even bigger lie to say you didn't have a crush on the young alchemist. From the way his ash blond locks framed his face to the way his eyes lit up when a new discovery was made- everything seemed to make your heart flutter in your chest, beating rapidly as you tried to calm it. You wondered if he could feel the same, yet quickly dismissed the thought. They say that love is blind, and that seems to be the only explanation as to why you failed to notice the way his eyes lit up when you spoke, the way he latched onto your very word, never growing tired of your voice. 

He loved you, the way you walked around his lab, lovely eyes darting around the shelves looking for what he needed, the way you listened to him and always asked questions, all of the endearing things you did for him, they all made his heart swoon and jump. The unfamiliar feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach often arose when you spoke to him, your voice a melody in his head. 

However unlike you, albedo had suspicion that you felt the same. The way your eyes darted away from his, how eager you were to help him, how you rushed off when you caught him so shamelessly staring at you. He wouldn't make a move, no- not until he was certain he wouldn't be rejected. 

At first he had tried doing much the same he did with everyone else, keeping his distance so as to not create a tedious relationship, yet it proved to only be the opposite. The more distance he tried to put between you the more his heart longed for yours, and the more his mind would scream at him to stop pushing you away. So he listened, if keeping distance wouldn't work then he might as well embrace the feelings that festered within him, he'd hold you as close as you'd let him. 

That had been the normal routine, even in the small lab at dragonspine he still had you assist him. "Y/n, you get me three lamp grass? " He asked, eyes not leaving the desk in front of him as his slender hands delicately mixed and worked. "Of course albedo, top shelf right? " You were already walking towards the tall shelves, stacked to the brim with various ingredients. Albedo hummed in disagreement "I put them on the middle this time, it had more space" You chuckled and grabbed the lamp grass, placing them next to one of the many containers and beakers, "thank you y/n'' He flashed you a gentle smile, his eyes soft as he watched in silent amusement while you grew flustered. 

"A-anything else you need albedo? " He humed, "no, get some rest, I'll manage on my own" He had already turned back to his work when you sighed and shook your head. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder, "don't overwork yourself alright? " You asked him. He didn't turn towards you on account of the red dusting his cheeks. "I won't. make sure to get a full night's rest, otherwise the physical experiments tomorrow may become botched" You nodded before heading off to where you slept. 

It wasn't often that albedo became flustered, but recently it had become more difficult to keep his emotions in check around you. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him, to press his lips to yours and here you say his name oh so sweetly. But the emotions seemed to only grow in intensity, festering under lock and key. He'd noticed how they seemed to grow darker, he didn't like the stinging in the back of his throat when he saw you speak with others, nor did he enjoy the need to seal you away, to keep you to himself. 

Weeks passed as it grew more and more difficult for him. You noticed the change in his behavior, how his mind seemed disorganized, how he spent longer and longer away, when he didn't sleep- his eyes growing paranoid and at times almost hostile. You were beyond worried, especially now that he had been gone for what seemed like hours. You drumed your fingers against the wooden desk in an attempt to distract yourself from the frantic paranoia. 'He would be alright' you told yourself, albedo was anything but weak, yet in his current state it made you worry. 

Sighing to yourself you got up and grabbed your sword, quickly writing a note encase he came back before setting off. The fur of your heavy cloak already collecting the falling snowflakes. He had said he'd be in Wyrmrest valley, so that is where you will go first. 

Deep in the heart of wyrmrest valley not a soul dared to make a sound, the warmth of the caver, bathed in a terrifying red glow made his skin feel like it was on fire. He felt an odd connection with the heart, veins drawing his to step closer as they always had. Derived from the earth, made from the same spotless soil and cut from the same cloth. Perhaps that's why it had drawn him in, the sense of connection and sameness giving way for the corruption to sink into his being. 

Reaching out a gloved hand he was too late to draw himself away, his vision clouded over with a foggy red as he collapsed. It felt as though his gloves had fused to his skin, now turning to rigged scales, pitch black and hard as stone, cracks along his now scaled forearms glowed with a fuchsia red, his once blunt nails growing into sharp claws, two sets of horns sprouting on his head, the top set large and curving back and the bottom pair curved forward,  the same glowing cracks adorned on both sets. His long tail thrashed back and forth, black scales and red spines shifting and he held his face in his claws. 

His pupils dilated into red slits, teeth growing sharp and fanged. The star at the base of his throat now glowed the same fuchsia red, cracks spreading out from it and along his body. 

For once in weeks he felt at ease, mind now riddled with an inky fog, clouded yet sharp as ever. His head turned to attention when he heard the heavy footsteps outside the cavern entrance. Eyes lighting up at the thought of it being you, so that he could finally hold you close to him without pesky interruption. Yet disappointment caused his stare to turn cold as he gazed upon the fatui skirmishers. Whatever the pests wanted he had already grown bored of it, opting to simply take care of them now lest they cause trouble later. 

You really had come at the worst moment, albedo elbow deep in a skirmishers chest, his gaze as cold as the permafrost. You watched as the body dropped to the ground. "A-albedo" He snapped his head towards you with a grimace, he didn't like the way you said his name, the sweet tone you always called him with now gone, lost to the snow that whipped and swirled outside. A step back, a step forward, he matched your pace ten fold, standing over you with sad eyes. 

His clawed hands took the sword that you losely gripped in your hands, Twirling it with skill before it was enveloped in a golden light, a Snapdragon soon taking its place as he tucked it behind your ear. 

"Albedo? You-" He shushed you gently, claws caressing your cheek, careful not to press too hard. "I'm certain you feel the same y/n" He cupped your face, the gentle look in his eyes lacking the same warmth they once had, now replaced with a festering heat, a smoldering fire."So will you allow me to perform an experiment? " You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding slowly, hesitance in your movement as a wicked grin spread across his features. And without wasting time he pressed his lips to yours. They were hot against yours, your skin cold from the outside as he used his other hand to press the back of your head. He didn't want to pull away, he wanted to deepen the kiss more, to hold you closer and longer. Alass you needed air, so he relented and pulled back, only for your lips to follow his. 

You knew he was still in there, even if only a shred of his true self remained, even if it was a pointless endeavor, you wouldn't give up, you'd bring him back one way or another. 

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[xoxoluka]

hey! can i put in a request about long distance friends (maybe theres a lil summin going on but who knows?) reader and schlatt?

just have an idea of reader living in brighton or something and schlatt comes to visit...

sorry for the wait anon, pls enjoy!

jschlatt x reader

summary: schlatt has a crush on you, but you live in an entirely different country. he’ll find a way to make it work.

warnings: uhhhh

a/n: i got this request in a group of other notifications while i was at prom, i almost didn’t notice it :p also idk how school works in the uk sooo lmao

"listen, jay, we can meet up as soon as this semester ends, alright?" you say, trying to compromise with him. "as soon as I get back, I'll hop on a flight to Austin."

It's not like you wanted to put such a big wedge between the two of you, but you had gotten such a big offer from University of Brighton (full ride, you couldn't turn that down) towards your Art and Design degree, that there was absolutely no way you were going anywhere in the US. You lived in New York originally, you and Schlatt grew up together. It was weird being so far away from him.

"you can't just come now? take a week off or something?" he groaned.

"you know I can't," you sigh, sitting down on the bed in your dorm. "it's may. i'll be there in a few weeks, the term isn't much longer."

it was always odd having this conversation with him. something never felt right. you understood wanting to see him as a friend, but you always wanted to see him more than that. you chalked it up to being so close, but you knew in some small part of your mind that it wasn't the reason.

"alright, fine. but you're coming straight here when you're done."

"deal."

~

schlatt nearly lost an arm and a fucking leg trying to get here. first, the airport in Texas wasn't accepting his passport, then there was an issue with his luggage, and he almost missed his flight. and if that wasn't enough, he couldn't find the correct exit in the airport in Brighton, and there were no taxis available, making him stand there and wait for 45 minutes. thankfully, you had told him the time of your graduation in a phone call a few nights ago when you were complaining about how late it was.

he finally made it to the college after his many issues, and was just in time to watch you walk the stage.

"Y/N L/N, graduating with honors and a bachelor's degree in Art and Design." The crowd clapped as you stepped up on stage, from your seat down on the floor, taking the diploma and shaking the hands of the many people on stage. on your way back down, you think you pot a familiar face, but psych yourself out of the thoughts before you think about it too hard.

the ceremony ends a while after, and the crowd and graduates are dismissed. you planned on just going back to your dorm to pack, taking your cap off and holding it and your diploma under your arm as you walk, staring down at your phone.

"leaving without me?" you hear from behind you, making you perk up and whip around, seeing your favorite person standing behind you.

"oh my god!" you exclaim, jumping into his arms excitedly. tears of joy brim your eyes, laughing as he hugged you back.

you stayed like that for a good minute or so before he put you down and you separated.

"when did you get here?" you ask through laughs, wiping your eyes.

"just a while ago, made it right on time." he answers.

"jesus christ, i love you." you say before even realizing your mistake, and it took you a moment to register his silence.

you look up at him once you realized, a look of terror and guilt on your face. he looks serious, making you question if you had just blown it all. you hadn't even planned on telling him at all.

thankfully, he breaks and laughs, pulling you into a hug again. "love you too, toots."

you let out a breath of relief and laugh, holding him as tight as you can. "you came at the perfect time, I need someone to help me pack."

schlatt playfully groans in response to that, but looks down at you. "i guess i'll help you."

a/n: i crave the schlanket can someone buy me one

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

P.s. ok, so I wrote this within the span of a day, so if there's any mistakes, I apologize. As I mentioned in the first part, this loosely goes along with the actual chronological events of the Wano season of One Piece. If I missed any important details, I'm sorry. I'll probably do one or two more parts. The last part will probably take a while because I'm still watching Wano.

CW: Smut, Oral sex (reader recieving), yes we get cockblocked yet again my dudes.

Cockblocked in Wano Pt.3

You followed after Law once he walked out due to his fight with Shinobu. You knew he and his crew never ratted the Samurai out. To be completely honest, you were just as mad as Law, which seemed impossible considered the sour look he had.

How could Shinobu have accused the Heart Pirates of such betrayal? How could she say anything bad about them when they had Bepo? You would've killed for Bepo. He was a whole reason on his own for why you could no longer stand there and listen to her accusations.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you were suddenly brought back to real time as you accidentally walked into Law's back. Somehow you were at the Polar Tang.

"If you'd rather go back and be with your crew, I completely understand," Law said carefully.

"Oh, i-its fine. I don't think I could handle being near Shinobu anyway, not after that. Now's not the time to be pointing fingers,"

"I completely agree y/n. I'm not stranger to being accused of being the bad guy, I'm a pirate after all. Oh well," Law said with a hint of appreciation in his voice. He could tell you were on his side. Always loyal and kind.

You followed Law as he entered the submarine. It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But how could you possibly know? This was your first time in the Heart Pirates home base.

Law walked towards one door way and then turned to look at you.

"Stay here for a moment,"

"Okay,"

Law looked around the shared quarters belonging to his crew. He saw a few faces and noticed they were all sleeping. No hints of danger.

Law exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned back to fetch you.

"It seems everyone's getting some rest, follow me,".

And you did just that.

Not sure where he was leading you, you felt yourself get nervous with anticipation. You knew you could trust him, that's not what worried you. What worried you was the idea of being completely alone with Law. No interruptions. No more having to worry about being walked in on like this morning. However, you two had already gotten into some fun once already. Maybe it could happen again. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

"These are my quarters,"

"O-oh?"

"Maybe we should try to get some rest too. I wasn't expecting to be woken up so suddenly this morning,'

"Yeah, sorry about that,"

"No need to apologize. Hell, I should be thanking you if anything,"

"What, why?"

"I can't tell you the last time I slept for hours like that without waking up 3-4 times from nightmares. It was strange, but it was really nice. And I think its because of you,".

He opened the door to his bedroom, smiling as he did. You felt yourself blush at his kind words.

You took a good look around his room. It was well kept and clean. There was a desk next to a bookcase in one corner, filled to the brim with folders, books, and various documents. Everything from medical books to comics. On the opposite side of his room was a bed. You were surprised to see how big it was. You were expecting something smaller due to Laws lanky, skinny figure, but it made sense. His legs are so long and he must toss and turn a lot if he has trouble sleeping, must need room to sprawl out.

"Mind helping me sleep again?" Law asked without looking at you, he was blushing slightly.

"Sure!"

You felt yourself flush slightly, you felt like you sounded too eager to cuddle with the black cat-like man.

But he didn't acknowledge it. He put Kikoku against the wall and his hat on his desk before making his way to the bed. He watched you make your way towards him and generously held the blanket up for you to snuggle next to him. You prompted yourself up slightly as you laid down, pushing Laws shoulders down and pulling him in front of you.

Before he could ask what you were doing, you answered his thoughts.

"Lay your head on my chest,".

This caused Law to glance down at your breasts as he gulped audibly. How cute, you thought, as you saw him get flustered. As you watched his expression, you felt some boldness due to the sight of how weak your body made him. You giggled and before he could look back up to your eyes, you grabbed the back of his scalp and pushed his face down into your breasts. You heard him gasp into your chest and began giggling more.

As you did, not paying much attention to the man suffocating into you, Law slowly lifted his gaze to your face as he gently bit your displayed cleavage.

"Ouch, what was that for?" you asked, giggling calming down.

"Clearly you're not tired enough for a nap, maybe I should help tire you out," he smirked, and dove back down to suck on your exposed skin. Your giggling was replaced by sucking in your breath as you felt his lips on you. Law began trailing down to your right nipple, dragging his tounge towards it as he pulled your his kimono to the side, opening your body to him more.

He gently sucked on your nipple, and brought his right hand over your unattended tit.

You let out a shaky low moan. Not even loud enough to be considered a whisper.

"L-Law? W-what are you aah~, d-doing?"

He let out a low chuckle, almost growling as he spoke.

"Following through on my promise, I meant what I said,".

He winked at you before diving back down on you, slowly kissing his way lower and lower until he was completely covered by the blanket. Conventially, your legs were already spread for him to hold his body in between. He stopped his trail of kisses and pressed his open mouth to your left hip, sucking in your flesh in between his teeth as he bites you. The bite is gentle at first, but it becomes stronger, earning him a gasp from you. He chuckles again as he makes his way lower. Slowly he places wet open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.

"L-Law!" you whimper, desperately needing to feel him on your core.

He began biting at your thighs, but suddenly stopped.

"Law?" you asked, curious as to why he pulled away.

Suddenly the blanket was gone, and Law had a hungry, devilish smirk on his face.

"I want you to watch me turn you into a mess," he spoke calmly.

Before you could respond, he started devouring you. Pulling moans out of you as your head falls back.

He started sucking lightly on your clit, just enough to make you crave more of him. As you bucked your hips to encourage him, he didnt seem to get the memo.

Letting out a groan of frustration for not getting what you wanted, you looked down at the hungry man between your thighs. You were met with a gaze that seemed to have already been staring at you.

Law smirked. "Bout time you looked at me. Watch me and I'll give you what you need," he said as he began to pick up the pace.

It was exactly the kind of pace and pressure you needed. You started to feel the coil in you getting closer and closer to snapping. Then he added 2 of his beautiful fingers into your entrance making his way to your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked on your clit. It didn't take much after that to make your vision go white as you rode out your orgasm.

After you came back down to reality, you panted as you looked back down at Law. He was licking his fingers, swallowing down your essence. If he didn't give off black cat energy before, he definitely resembled the actual thing with how he licked his hand. It was cute.

"Thank you, that felt amazing,"

"Too soon to thank me, sweetness. I've got more in store for you,"

"Oh really~. Like what, exactly?"

Law slowly started crawling over you, hovering above you.

"I was thinking about fucking you until you went dumb on my dick-"

*Bang Bang Bang*

"CAPTAIN!? IS THAT YOU!? ARE YOU BACK!?" a female voice called from behind the locked door.

Not again. What happened this time?

"Dammit," Law sighed, he sounded desperate as he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He lifted his head back, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I have time to-...get prepared?"

"CAPTAIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? THIS IS URGENT! SHACHI, PENGUIN, AND BEPO WERE CAPTURED!"

"Why can't anyone stay out of trouble," he began. Though his words sounded harsh, you could hear the sloght tremble of worry they carried.

"Coming!" he yelled at the voice behind the door.

You heard some footsteps shuffle away from the door.

"Not in the way I'd like to...," Law sighed with furrowed brows. All you could do was giggle.

"Come on, we need to go find your crewmates,"

"Not we, I got it. It's not your responsibility. Oh, and two more things-"

"What?" you couldn't help sounding slightly dissapointed to be away from him.

Sensing your disapproving tone, he hoped that what he was about to say would make you cheer up.

"-First thing, don't tell the Straw Hats about my crew being captured. I'm going to get them back,".

You understood why he didn't want Luffy to know. You knew Luffy would cause more trouble breaking down walls to help Law rescue his crew.

"Ok, what's the second thing you wanted to say?"

"When I get back, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll want to join my crew instead," he smirked at you. You went completely red. You were so hot and bothered it looked like steam was blowing out of your ears.

Law giggled and got up to reposition his kimono. He started making his way to the door, then he looked back at you fondly.

"Wait for me, sweetness,"

"I-i will,"

And with that, his mission began.

[astrxq]

chad x reader who’s dewey’s god daughter

she’s been distant lately and after an incident at a frat party he comes to check up on her and she apologizes out of nowhere and he’s all confused and she just vents and cries about how guilty she feels

(maybe she’s the one who called dewey instead of gale and that’s why she feels guilty)

a shoulder to lean on

chad meeks x reader

notes: warnings: (underage drinking, mention of scars, slight mention of weed, drunk!reader) i think that's all?? ughh i don't really like this but the lack of chad fics is criminal

words: 2.6k

Maybe letting Tara get you a drink hadn't been such a good idea; the taste of pure vodka with a hint of lemonade burned your throat, making you involuntarily wince. You turned to Tara, who was smirking mischievously, clearly amused by your reaction.

"You alright there?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

You coughed lightly, trying to regain your composure. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to be that strong," your voice is slightly hoarse.

Tara chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You said you wanted something strong, didn't you?"

You managed a weak smile, nodding in acknowledgment. You figured you'd get used to the taste, just like Tara seemed to have from the looks of it. Her pirate headwrap was about to fall off her head, and she had been talking and dancing with people she barely knew all night, even introducing you to three or four "new friends" she had made.

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean 'knock-me-off-my-feet' strong," you retorted. Tara laughed, taking a sip from your cup before walking back to a new target to befriend.

As Tara disappeared into the dancing crowd, you took another sip of the potent cocktail, determined to get through it. Trying to make your way to the couch where Mindy sat with her new girlfriend, you bumped into a few people along the way, each one giving you a dirty look or a friendly nod as the brim-filled drink spilled a bit every time you brushed past someone.

While trying to pat your dress dry, you didn’t pay any mind to Chad calling your name, only noticing his presence when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a tipsy-looking Chad with a cowboy hat on his head, the varsity jacket now long gone.

He reached out his hand to flick the cat ears perched on your head. "Nice ears," he slurred, grinning widely. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

“Nice hat,” he grinned, his hand moving to your waist, and the other one reaching for your cup. “I thought you were coming with Tara?”

“Yeah, she’s…” you gestured around the crowded room, “I might've lost her.”

Chad chuckled, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "Classic Tara," his hand squeezed your waist, making you look at him. "Well, you're not alone now. What are we drinking?" he asked, his eyes scanning the cup he'd just taken from you.

You shrugged. "Vodka and lemonade," you replied, gesturing to the cup. "Consider yourself warned, it's pretty intense." 

He gave you a look before chugging some of the drink, immediately cringing. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Told you," you teased.

Chad’s roommate approached, a cardboard costume covering most of his tall frame, and he rambled about how the loud music mixed with whatever shots Chad and him had done before made his head hurt. 

You couldn’t help but zone out, taking small sips of your drink and trying to ignore the taste as you stared at Chad. The whole friend group had been through so much in Woodsboro, and you couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t seem to be hurting as much as you were. 

The stab scars on your left arm and your stomach felt like a constant reminder of that hospital. Of Dewey. As you continued to pretend to listen to Chad's roommate's complaints about his throbbing head, your mind drifted to the events of the past year.

The Woodsboro incident had left you scarred, both physically and emotionally. The loss of Dewey had hit you hard, and the memories of that terrifying night still haunted your dreams. You couldn't shake the feeling that the danger wasn't entirely over, and you had become more vigilant and cautious, constantly looking over your shoulder. 

Sam was the only one that knew about the nightmares that left you shaking and sweaty with fear about the masked killer and your godfather. And she made sure to reassure you that you weren’t going insane, that she also had those dreams. Sometimes, when you get in your head, you can feel the scars start to hurt again, you remember the pain, the fear, and the loss all too vividly. 

You only focused back on the conversation when you felt Chad’s arm wrap around your shoulders, and a single tear on your cheek, which you quickly wiped before the boys could notice it. The topic had changed from Ethan’s poor alcohol tolerance to Chad forgetting to take his dorm keys. 

Chad continued to talk to Ethan, while keeping his arm around you and his thumb tracing eight-figures on your shoulder. You leaned into his side, taking solace in his presence. The relentless pounding of the music and the swirling chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background as you felt the soothing rhythm of his thumb and the drink that, just like Tara promised, didn’t taste so strong now. 

Soon enough, Ethan was dragged away by a smiley Anika, begging him to dance because Mindy refused to. “What’s up?” Chad asked, moving your hair behind your ears and cupping your face.

“Hm?” “You’re really quiet,”

You sighed softly, gazing into Chad's eyes as you tried to remind yourself that this is just how Chad was, touchy and flirty. "Just tired, I guess," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded in understanding, his hand gently stroking your cheek. 

“Do you want to leave? I can walk you.” 

You looked around at the swirling, chaotic party and then back at Chad, his expression filled with concern. The offer was tempting, and you appreciated his consideration, but you couldn't help but feel that you needed to confront your fears and the memories that still haunted you.

"I appreciate it, Chad," you said, a soft smile touching your lips, "but I think I need to stay here a bit longer. I'm not ready to let this party beat me." you joked.

He eyed you for a second, hesitating, before letting go of you and giving you a smile. “Let’s find Tara, yeah?”

Finding Tara, giggly and sharing a joint with Mindy outside, also meant that Chad saw the beer-pong game you walked by on the way. “Ohhh, I see something I like.” he said, dragging you towards the table as the girls started a joke-telling competition in gibberish. 

Tara and Mindy's laughter echoed in the background as you and Chad approached the table. Two sweaty boys on one side of the table, dabbing each other up and chugging drinks to celebrate their win.

Chad grabbed a nearby ping pong ball and turned to you with a mischievous grin. "You ever played beer pong before?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You chuckled, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush through you. “Uh… I've seen it in movies. Does that count?" you replied. He shrugged, “Eh, I’ll teach you.” He passed by a couple to stand on the opposite side to the boys, holding two ping pong balls in his hand with a grin. 

He handed you one of the balls, leaning closer so you could hear him talk. "Okay, so you see those cups over there?" He pointed to the triangle of red Solo cups arranged at the far end of the table, each filled with beer. "We throw the ping pong balls into their cups. If we make it, they drink. If they make it, we drink."

You stared up at him, feeling fuzzy because of the drink Tara had made you earlier and because of how close he was standing, his chest almost touching your back. “Ready?” you hesitated, not really trusting your tipsy aim, but Chad gave your hip a squeeze before focusing on the cups again.

Chad took over, having sobered up enough to not miss his shots. You, on the other side, missed enough shots to empty your cups, "Alright, don't worry," Chad reassured you, a playful grin on his face. "You're getting the hang of it. Just focus on the cups and take your time."

Feeling the alcohol begin to take its toll, you hoped your drunken state didn’t lead to an embarrassing display. You aimed for the last cup, missing by mere inches. The beer pong ball bounced off the rim and rolled across the table. Chad leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, it's all in good fun. We can make a comeback."

His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else – the scars, the nightmares, and the chaos of the party. It was just you and Chad, engaged in a playful game with the world fading away. 

And just like that, it downed back on you, all at once.

Chad must have noticed the change in your demeanor because he gently took your hand, his touch offering a reassuring anchor in the midst of the emotional storm. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s just a game.” 

Your eyes met Chad's, his gaze warm and understanding, but you could see the concern etched in his expression. The chaos of the party seemed to intensify around you, the laughter and music becoming a cacophony that threatened to drown you. The weight of the past year bore down on you, the memories of that terrifying night in Woodsboro, the loss of Dewey, and the constant guilt that ate at you for calling Dewey for help.

He wrapped an arm around you, “You drank too much,” he said, putting down the cup you were holding because of your last miss. “Let’s get some air.”

Chad led you away from the beer pong table, guiding you through the crowd of partygoers. The night air felt cool against your skin as you stepped outside. The chaotic sounds of the party faded behind you, and he led you outside with a strong hold on your hand, and an arm around your waist.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and steady your racing heart. "I'm sorry,"

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We all have our moments."

He didn’t say anything when you stayed quiet, looking down as he walked you to your dorm. Once you reached the building, Chad stopped and turned to face you, “Keys?” 

You fumbled around in your bag for a moment before finally locating your dorm keys. You handed them to Chad with a grateful smile. "Thanks," you said, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. 

You stepped inside your dorm, and Chad followed. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You sat down on your bed, and Chad took a seat beside you. He didn't say anything for a moment, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, he rubbed your back, “Why?”

“For Dewey.”

Chad's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't blame yourself for what happened to Dewey. None of this was your fault," he said in a soothing tone, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. "We all lost someone we cared about last year, and we're all still trying to come to terms with it. It's okay to feel the way you do."

Wiping at the tears that covered your face, you hiccuped as Chad stared at you. "I know, but sometimes it's just hard to shake that guilt, you know?" 

“None of us blame you for what happened. Dewey was trying to protect us all, including you.”

Chad pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. "We all have those thoughts, but it doesn't change what happened. You're not alone in this, okay? We're here for you."

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands like he’d done earlier that night. “Why haven’t you told us about this?”

“Sam knows,” your voice broke as you shrugged your shoulders, “but I didn't want to burden everyone with it. We've all been through so much, and I didn't want to add to the weight on your shoulders."

Chad's eyes held a mixture of concern and understanding. "You're not a burden, and you shouldn't have to go through this alone," he said softly. "and we've got your back. That's what friends are for." 

He kissed your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back to give you a small smile. “You know we all love you, right?” you stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. You’d distanced yourself from the group since the murders, not enough for them to stop talking to you, but seeing their faces made you go back to that night.

"I do," you finally whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "I love you all too."

Chad's thumb gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, “I’ll make you something to eat, yeah? So the alcohol goes away a bit.” you nodded and he kissed where your tears had been just seconds before he wiped them.

While Chad prepared a simple meal, you took the opportunity to wash your face and change into more comfortable clothes. When you returned to the kitchen, the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches filled the air, making your stomach rumble. He handed you a plate with a smile, and you both sat down at the small table in your dorm room. 

“Thank you," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

Chad smiled, "Of course,” 

As you both finished your sandwiches, Chad cleared the plates and put them in the sink. You watched him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You're a great cook," you remarked, genuinely impressed.

Chad chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, I've had a lot of practice. Ethan is a horrible cook."

You appreciated his lightheartedness and humor. It was moments like these that made you feel like you could truly escape the darkness that had been haunting you. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chad."

His smile widened, and he approached you, gently cupping your face. "I'm glad I'm in your life too," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He squished your cheeks with his hand, pushing you to chuckle as he showered your face with kisses. “So, so glad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he pulled you back in for another hug. After a while, you both pulled away from the hug, but Chad kept his arm around your shoulders, his touch grounding you. 

“So, what now?" you asked, looking up at Chad, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't felt in a while.

"Well, we could watch a movie, or we could just sit here and talk. It's up to you." 

You considered your options for a moment, feeling the weight of the past year slowly lifting from your shoulders. 

"A movie sounds good," you finally replied, a genuine smile gracing your lips as Chad played with your fingers before standing up to lead you to the couch. He places another lingering kiss on your forehead as you sit together, his arms wrapped around you and, just for a moment, you think about how he makes you feel safe, how his presence eases the ache in your heart, even if just for a little while.

The two of you settled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, with a comforting movie playing in the background. Chad's arm remained around your shoulders, offering silent support as you both immersed yourselves in the storyline. Occasionally, he'd squeeze your shoulder or run his fingers through your hair, a wordless reassurance that he was there.

[embrosegraves]

𝔸𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Not the biggest fan of this I'll be honest. I don't think I'll do something like this very often, and if I do it won't be for a while. Anyways I hope you enjoy even just a little bit &lt;;3

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, Being unaware of listening devices, hidden camera, author not knowing how to put the correct warning for a fic lmao, I definitely missed something I know it.

Sebastian Vettel x Reader  Obsessed x Obsessed but Seb thinks it’s just him lowkey this was a little inspired by An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. It's a good song.

Sebastian was never one to invade the privacy of others. He was a gentleman, thank you very much! But he had gotten into the habit of finding out what room you were staying in at every hotel, just so he could… set up, before you got there. 

If anybody found out that he put walkie talkies in your room, he could always just say that it was in case you needed any help. One might argue that hotels had notoriously thin walls, but he was just being cautious. Sebastian was also convinced that no one would be able to find the microscopic camera he had stuck to the tv at the end of your hotel bed. 

Seb had been in his own room (quite literally next door) for about an hour before he heard you opening the door to your room. He listened to the walkie, and watched through the camera he had connected to his phone, as you put your luggage on your bed. He could tell you were exhausted with the flight over and he wished craved to be the one you’d turn to after a long day. 

Eventually his own exhaustion and the jetlag caught up to him and he fell asleep listening to you hum whatever song had been on your mind that day. 

— — — — 

You were exhausted. Having just gotten back from the paddock, your camera’s memory stick positively brimming, all you wanted to do was relax. Before you could spread out on the bed, you needed to change clothes. Get rid of the surprisingly uncomfortable team wear and surround yourself in something more comfortable. Paying no mind to the opened curtains of your hotel suite, you changed into a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized SV5 hoodie that made it look like you weren’t wearing pants.  

Finally able to flop down on the bed, you grabbed your laptop and your camera and started to transfer the images so you could pick out which ones to send to the media team. If you saved every photo of Sebastian, well no one but you would know. Eventually, you sent an email to the head of Media containing an array of photos that had a mix of different drivers within them. 

You spent the rest of your evening browsing the internet for anything even remotely related to the German driver that had been on your mind since you were 12.

— — — — 

He knew that you had only just changed the tyres of your car. Of course he knew. Afterall he was the one that caused you to need to change them in the first place. It had been all too easy to set up. He just needed to make sure that the road you usually took to drive home from the track had an invisible row of spikes that you would drive over. 

All he had to do afterwards was wait for you to call. He knew you would. He made sure that he spent enough time helping you so that he would be the first person you would call should you need help elsewhere. Hearing his phone ring when he was conveniently ten minutes away from you made his heart palpitate. His chest constricted so deliciously at the thought of hearing you beg him to help. He had to play this smart. 

“Yes, Leibe?” He sounded happy, something he would tell you was because of the adrenaline rush of placing on the podium. 

“Hi Seb, listen, I’m really sorry to ask this but do you think you could come and pick me up?” You asked him. “My car just suddenly got a flat tire and you were the first person I thought to call.” 

“Of course! I’ve actually just left the track not too long ago myself-” of course he had “Just send over your location and I can come get you.”

“Thank you so much Seb, I’ll quickly share my location so you know where I am.” 

“I’ll see you soon then, Liebe.” 

After he hung up, you shared your location, as you said you would. It only took him about 6 minutes to show up. No one had to know that he occasionally ignored the speed limits.

— — — — 

People would definitely call it creepy if they knew just how obsessed Sabastian Vettel was with you. He liked to think that it was romantic. To be entirely honest, you thought it was endearing how much he wanted you to be his. As much as the people around you were oblivious to Seb’s unhealthy obsession with you, you were a lot more observant than everyone realised. 

The first time it came to your attention was when you had joined Formula One as a Photographer. Having watched the sport for years now, and constantly keeping up with it throughout your studies, you knew every driver on the grid that year. Being ‘fresh meat’ in the paddock, you were easy to spot for everyone. The drivers more or less were not that interested in the new photographer that the sport had hired. If anything it just meant that they had to pose more than they already did. But there was one driver who couldn’t help but be absolutely fascinated with you. 

You thanked whatever power-that-be that Sebastian Vettel had entered into F1 the same year you entered puberty, as it allowed you to blame that on your sudden obsession with him. Being interested in him since you were 12 had given you plenty of time to become a master at hiding just how obsessed you were. So of course, when Sebastian came up to you to introduce himself, it was only too easy to see the signs of a brand new budding obsession.

— — — — 

Despite being so enamoured with you, Sebastian had never once been inside your house. His eyes were flitting around everywhere, trying to take in as much of your home as he could. You had invited him to come in for a cup of tea after he had saved you from being stranded with no transport. 

“Feel free to explore if you’d like.” You called to him as you made your way to the kitchen to fill up the kettle. You had no qualms about him snooping through your things. If anything, Sebastian snooping through your house might finally get him to understand that he wasn’t the only obsessed party. 

Sebastian was never one to turn down an opportunity that was literally being handed to him. The minute you had walked into the kitchen after telling him to explore, he went straight upstairs. The first room he entered was a bathroom. Nice and clean, spacious. Perfect for some relaxing should it be needed. He didn’t spend long in there. 

The next room he walked into happened to be your guest room. It was a bit plain, nothing too extravagant. A nice bed, a small closet space and a door that led to the relatively large balcony overlooking your backyard. Same as the bathroom, he didn’t spend too much time in the room.

The next room had him more excited than he would admit. Your bedroom. It was cosy and warm and it perfectly embodied everything he thought you were. There was a door that led to the same balcony as the guest room. He spent a bit longer in this room. He contemplated for only a split second whether or not he should look through your drawers, before he rationalised that you had given him permission to look around. Whether or not you meant looking around through your dresser was of no consequence to him. 

He was a little disappointed that he hadn’t found any raunchy toys in your bedside drawers. Nonetheless he continued on his way to the final room on the upper floor. 

Opening the door furthest from the stairs, he discovered your office. It was pretty standard for an office. A large desk with a computer, a comfy chair behind it. On one wall was a bookshelf full of literature of all kinds. He only recognised a few titles so he didn’t bother looking too intensely there. What he did look intensely at however, was a section of your office that could only be described as a shrine. Upon closer inspection he realised the subject of the shrine. 

Him. 

There were photos and photos of him at all sorts of points in his career. His first Formula 1 race, the first time he scored points, the first time he got on the podium, the first time he got pole position in qualifying, his first race win and his first WDC were among many of the countless photos of him that were proudly displayed. He had even noticed that there were newspaper clippings that had been cut out, and in every one of them he had been surrounded in a thick red heart shape. Standing right in front of it, he began leafing through everything that covered the small desk. 

“I thought I’d find you here.” 

Your voice had started Sebastian. His head shot up to look at you. How could he have been so careless as to stop paying attention to his surroundings? He had gotten caught red handed and he wasn’t sure how he could solve this. He didn’t want you to think that he was a creep (though given that you had a literal shrine dedicated to him, the chance of that was slim). 

“I usually keep this room locked when I am away.” You said, moving to place the two drinks you had brought up on your desk before sitting on the plush chair you had next to the shrine. 

“Did you know that I have cameras in every room of my house?” This was rhetorical. “I thought it was quite interesting that you looked so disappointed when you didn’t find anything interesting in my bedside drawers. I thought I might help you find what you wanted.” 

You reached over to open the drawer of the desk he was still standing in front of. His body hadn’t moved an inch, excluding his head that had followed your every movement since entering the room. Which meant that when you did get the drawer open, your hand ever so gently brushed against his thigh. The touch sent an almost violent shiver through both of you. 

Seeing you nod your head towards the now open space in front of him, Sebastian moved his gaze from your face to the contents of the drawer. This explained why he found nothing in your bedroom. Neatly organised inside the drawer was an array of lewd toys. Picking one up, he looked at them more closely. It wasn’t until then that he noticed that each and every one of your toys was customised. With his name on them. 

He fell even deeper at the thought that whenever you played with yourself, it was his name inside you. That it was his name that gave you pleasure and release. He almost didn’t notice the pair of panties you kept behind the toys in your drawers. He grabbed them and looked at the embroidery on the back of the lacy garment. 

“VDS?” The rasp in his voice had you feeling particularly wet and ready. 

“Vettel’s Dirty Slut was a little too long for such a small canvas of lace.” You elaborated. “I’d say I’m a dab hand at stitching, amongst other things.”

His eyes had darkened when you explained the acronym. He had envisioned having you in such a way since seeing you for the first time in 2014. “Show me.” 

You gave a sly smile as you grabbed his hand, leading him back to your bedroom, toys and panties still in his grasp. 

Your tea had long since gone cold by the time you had finished.

welp. there it goes. definitely not my best work, but rest assured that I will try my best to get better at writing more darkly themed fics. can't promise that I'll post my attempts all too often but I'll definitely work on it

thank you for the request Lovey!