#n i was like 'ohhh that's familiar' n they were like 'i know right??' n we were like. but what could it be.

[hua-fei-hua]

last week's lab was so incredibly short and simple that i'm, like, staring at my lab notebook notes like, "is this it? is this really it?" because the experimental section of the report is literally 221 words and three paragraphs long.

[obsessedduh]

genre: smutty with a plotty.

cw: implied fem reader and sub simon. reader is a bit mean dumification, sexism (reader mocks simon for being a man and being 'weak') masochism (simon), sadism (reader), simon is a crybaby. loads of f-bombs. bit of a long one and may be loads of spelling mistakes, but bare with me, y'all 😭🙏🏾

side note: i'm such a shit writer that it makes me want to cry. ughhh, like i've some people smuts, and i'm so jealous, like, i'm so shit at writing it burns 😭😭

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

dorky!gamerboy!simon with a slutty, popular, mean roommate.

he finds her so annoying, walking around in your dorm with those stupidly tight booty shorts that show the bottom half of your ass and those annoyingly tight tank tops that you wear that has your nipples poking through the fabric of them.

it's so aggravating because you get him hard in the matter of seconds and then you make him stumble of his words or make him blush like a fucking idiot.

and ohhh, don't even get him started when you bring guys over. it's so fucking irritating trying to study or play video games with a boner and having to listen to you stupid pornagraphic moans, it's so fucking distracting!

and on top of that, when he finishes studying and thinks he can finally go to bed in peace. wrong. the familiar buzzing noise he hears through the thin walls, and your moans are enough to make him go insane. he thinks his poor cock is on its last leg because of how many times he's had to jerk off.

he bets you're doing it on purpose at this point! trying to get him all riled up. trying to drive him nuts! i mean, what other reason is there?

also, your attitude is so bad. he could be telling you to do something, and you're already telling him to piss off. then it leads to an argument and blah blah blah.

you're honestly so fucking bitchy and it gets on his nerves.

today was no different! he was playing video games as per usual until you bursted into his room. you obviously startled him but he doesn't pay attention to you. just taking off his headset and letting it rest around his neck and still continuing to play his game, "don't you know how to fucking knock!?"

"whatever. get off your stupid game, it's your turn to do the dishes."

he groans and shifts around in his chair, so it spins to look at you, "i did them yester-..." as soon as he manages to look at you straight away, his eyes widen. you're stading in his doorway wearing a red lacey bra and a matching lacey red thong.

what kind of woman does this!? standing in front of her guy roommate, half-naked!? his eyes trace all over your body, your figure, and he can't help the blood rushing down south. he gulps and shifts his hands to block the serious boner he was having right now.

"why the fuck are you staring at me like that?"

"n-nothing..."

"whatever, you gonna wash the dishes or what?"

"s-sure... j-just give me a m-moment."

"aight cool. just hurry the fuck up, dork."

you leave him be and close the door and as soon as he hears the door click. his hands are already pulling down his sweatpants and fisting his aching hard cock, moving his hand up and down at an uneven pace, so desperate to cum. your name falling out his lips and filthy images of you clouded his mind.

meanwhile you were getting annoyed because he was taking way to long. you opened the door, "why the fu-..."

your eyes shoot open. he clearly didn't hear the door open or your voice. you grin as you watch him toy with himself, moaning your name. gosh, you never knew a man's moans could be so... addicting. you could already feel heat building in your core.

you watch simon fist his cock a couple more times before his cum drenches his hand and the chair under him. you grin and decide this is the time to speak up, "you enjoy yourself?"

simon felt his heart drop and he turned to look at you. his soft cock now going hard again by the sight of you. he let out a fit of sorry's and of course the dumbest like any man could say, 'it isn't what it looks like'.

"cut the bullshit, simon. you were jerking off, moaning my name. the fuck is it meant to look like?"

he looked away in shame and embarrassment. "and you know what makes it worse?"

he looks up at you, noticing the digested expression on your face. "your cock is getting hard again. you fucking pervert."

"i-i'm s-sor-... a-ah!!"

his eyes widened when your hand wraps around his cock. he let's out a groan when you pull the uncut foreskin down to see his angry leaking tip. "fucking disgusting. you're getting off by this!?"

blood rushes to simon's face and he let's out a croaky moan when your thumb traces across his tip, collecting his pre-cum. you slip your thumb into your mouth, the salty flavour lingering on your tongue. he watched you carefully, his breathy unsteady and his cock twitched a bit. "you're such a fucking pervert. you enjoying this, letting your roommate, your bully, play with your cock like this?"

he avoids your gaze causing you to dig your pretty, manicured nails into thigh, "answer me simon."

he lets out a pained groan and nods, "y-yes.."

you move hand to wrap his cock again and you begin jerking off his cock, his previous orgasm presenting as lube to help you guide your hand up and down his length. you watch as his head rolls back onto the of his gaming chair and his face contort into pleasure. you kiss your lips against his tip and he tenses up.

you grin, and you slip the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it and watch as simon's eyes close from the pleasure. you tongue teases the slit of his cock, taking pleasure in the salty taste of his pre-cum.

he groans and starts blabbering about how he's gonna cum. he opens his eyes to see your pretty half lidded eyes looking up at him through your lashes. you slip your mouth off his tip and pump his cock a lot quicker, hoping for more of his creamy white. instead you were met with loud groans and tiny droplets of cum. you look up at him again to see how breathy he was and you immediately start bursting out laughing.

"fuck me! you're so out of breathe and you only gave me, what, two, three fucking drops of cum? how embarrassing."

your laughter was humiliating enough, but now a whole sentence about it? he felt the heat rush up to his face in embarrassment, but what was then embarrassment was now lust.

he whines and watches as your tongue swirl around his tip again. tears building up his eyes from the sensitivity, and you slowly start taking him deeper into your mouth, and that's when waterworks come out. he wasn't fully crying, just a couple of tears from the painful pleasure, that's all.

you hear sniffles and sobs and you look up to see simon crying and you never felt so turned on in your life. how fucking cute. you take your mouth off of his cock and you give him the most smug grin ever. "are you fucking serious?! you're crying? oh my fucking god."

a full-blown laugh erupts from your lips. not again. he watches you slowly call down and stop laughing, and he notices something different about your expression. sure, lust was still there, but there was a tint of sadism there now. fuck. are you getting turned on by this!?

he doesn't even get the chance to say or think about it before you're already deepthroating him. he let's out a loud groan, tears leaking out of his eyes now. he can't help it, it feels so painfully good and the pleasures to much. you nose was nuzzled against his pubes and bop your head up and down and you are delighted to hear his pornagraphic moans and groabs and again as he cums. you were delivered with the same tiny droplets of cum.

you take your mouth off of his cock again, "fuck. the same orgasm from before how pathetic."

he couldn't even pay attention, too, out of this world to say or do anything. he was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down but he let out a strained and choked moan to feel your wetness engulfing his cock. his eyes open and he looks down to see your pretty lacey red panties pushed to the side. he watches as your wet cunt slips his onto his cock with greed.

he groans at the feeling and he can't help the tears anymore. he doesn't care, he gives up, letting himself cry. his tears blur up his vision and he focuses on the feeling of your gorgeous warmth sucking his cock in until it was kissing your cervix. you slowly start bouncing on his cock and he's gone at this point.

eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head again resting against the head of his chair again. the chair creaks as you ride him. your moans being music to his ears. you place kisses all over his neck, smothering it in love bites and hickeys.

you feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you watch the state he's in. messy hair, eyes rolled to the back of his head, hickeys all over his neck. it's so fucking cute. "you're so fucking weak, what kind of man are you? a weak one at that. you're such a fucking crybaby."

you feel his cock twitch slightly at your words and you mouth shifts into a sadistic smirk, "you like that, getting called weak? a crybaby? a fucking man whore?"

you feel his cock twitch again, "f-fuck... you do... a-ah~... you do like that."

you feel your orgasm approaching and you pick up the speed. soon enough, you both have each other screaming each other's names. you squirting and simon finally delivering you that delicious creamy white you were so desperate for. you slowly slip off of his cock, your mixed orgasm now leaking onto the chair them the floor.

at this point, simon was so drained. his cock slowly going limp. his eyes start going droopy, tired from you two's sessions. his eyes closed and all his can remember is your soft lips against his then you saying,

"goodnight simon."

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･*

extra side note: may or may not have gotten carried away 😔. um, please tell me if this was good because i feel as if i waffled way to hard😰 and that it's shit. i know it's probably gonna get barely any like as most of my post now but whatever. at least i tried 😛😛 also took me 2-3 fucking hours to do and it may not look like it but oh well, yolo. 😽

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[luvhughes43]

true love | luca fantilli

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request: An insta edit of Luca and reader spending the summer together with all their umich friends?

note: im gonna use this as a little side piece of the fic you are in love

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ynuser starting summer off with my fav people😎💗

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bestie YOURE STUNINNGGG🤤❤️

luca.fantilli summers looking good😎☀️

bestie2 i think you should marry me actually

ynuser okayy🤭🤭

gwen having the time of my life with you💗💗

ynuser my fav roomie🫶 ily

user01 is he .. flirting?

user02 wait who's yn ?

user03 his best friend! i doubt hes flirting lol they're always like this

user04 LUCA OMG

user05 forget luca look at adam..

user06 ohh to be spending the summer with hot hockey players and your friends...

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luca.fantilli summer wrap up🔥

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ynuser u took a pic of me reading? 😭

luca.fantilli its for the aesthetics✨

jacob_truscott20 ok silly goose where's my aesthetic pics

edwards.73 🔥🔥🔥

ynuser a few familiar faces...

user07 SHE KNOWS

user08 knows what ?

user09 the pics are 50% hers lol he def has a crush on her

user10 yn is in these pictures a lot for somebody who's just a friend...

user11 every other picture is her... ohh hes so down bad

user12 THE ICE CREAM PIC???? ohhh i just fell to my knees... they'll 100% start dating by the end of the summer

user13 yn is gorgeous omfg i hope they date fr

user14 nope hes gonna date me!

user15 hes never going to choose you babe!

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umich.girl.blog rumour is that luca fantilli and yn ln are dating! ive gotten a few dms and all i can confirm right now is that they are close and theres definitely someee sort of fling going on.

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user16 okay.... he may have a gf! good for them

user17 i hope they're dating fr like the best friend -> lovers pipeline is crazy

user18 shes y/n in real life

user19 what are your sources? that he posts her a lot? because this is normal for him lmaoo theyre super close

user20 exactly! theyre in love!

user19 well no...

user21 the pic of them?? theyre soo😭😭

user22 drama accs are soo lame... like just enjoy the sport people!😒

a few years later...

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ynuser you are in love🎶

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luca.fantilli took a few years but this is our song❤️

ynuser love you🫂💗

adamfantilli took u two long enough...

luca.fantilli frrrrr

gwen FINALLY!!!!!!

gwen been waiting since freshman year🙏

bestie my fav couple

ynuser 🫶🫶

user23 came to her acc because luca hasn't posted in awhile and i was curious and... im crying im so happy theyre finally together!

user24 cutiesss

user25 legit still remember all the theories that the two of u were dating back when we were still in school

ynuser some of them were crazyy😭😭

user26 my lifes been made

user27 ohh i love them so bad i really won!

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[marwhoa]

request: fem! reader, romantic, one shot. so the idea was the rise! boys (individual.) with a s/o who has thick unruly hair that curls after being wet. (like.. if their hair was at their shoulder blades it would curl to above their shoulder.. speaking from experience) the reader always straightens their hair bc they find the curls kind of ugly?? and in some turn of events the readers hair gets wet and curls in front of em and get all embarrassed but they are consoled or sumthin!! very fluffy idea and it's not super deep :^( soz!

🝮 “ errand day ”

rise!boys x curly-haired!y/n

author’s note: no need to apologize, love :33 but wow this one took me a bit. I didn’t know if I wanted to do it cause I have straight hair, so this required investigation, interviewing, and research! Hopefully my findings resulted in a relatable read 😎 the request was for a fem!y/n, so there are some tidbits indicating feminine identity :))

word count: 4.9k

The schedule for today was nothing special, just a couple of errands and a visit to some oddball friends of yours. Going over the to-do list for today, you hummed under the warm water and scrubbed shampoo through each layer of your thick curls. Dread washed over you through fatigued arms, tired from hovering over your head and getting to work.

With a huff, you plopped conditioner into your hand, thudded the bottle down onto its shelf, and then worked the conditioner from the middle and end of your hair. How much easier would this whole thing be if your hair was straight—quicker, too. No need to walk through layers, ensuring each section got ample cleansing, just a simple touch and go. 15 minutes flat, and you’re out!

But no, here you were, having passed through more than enough songs in your shower playlist to constitute well over an hour.

“ What a bother.. ”

You mumbled, turning the nozzle for the shower straight to off and tugging down a shirt to scrunch your hair dry with. With a towel wrapped to dry the rest of you, you stepped out onto the bath mat, stared at the products, blow dryer, and straightener eagerly awaiting your daily routine, and felt your shoulders get even heavier.

Look at the bright side, surely you’ll grow muscles eventually from this, right? Having your arms up all the time, getting to work on such an unruly, mind-of-it’s-own head of hair?

Right?

After almost two hours of working your magic of taming the beast into straight, silky locks, you finally were released from that lab of a bathroom, ready to venture out and begin your errand run. First on the list, groceries! Your fridge was running pretty dry, and that just wouldn’t do, now would it?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

It wouldn’t truly be Mikey if you weren’t given periodical check-ups, messages asking how it’s going—and it definitely wouldn’t be Mikey if responding to these messages didn’t instantly open the door to any old conversation in the book.

♡ MICHEL

how successful is the grocery run

YOU

they were somehow out of bread? How is that even possible? The whole bread aisle, gone?

♡ MICHEL

ohhh…

ur not going to like this

[sent an image]

You gawked at your phone upon being sent a selfie stating your dearest, Mikey, and some sort of… giant loaf? Behind him?

YOU

Dang

Can you save me some bread off him?

♡ MICHEL

Gross

But tempting…

Maybe! ᗡᗡ:

You shook your head and pocketed your device, continuing to rummage through the aisles for the last items on your list. At least they have everything else. Unless some sort of “ Milk & Eggs ” monster intends to turn its head in your direction. With a cart full and a list fully crossed out, you went on forth to pay, bag, and head back to base to drop off the goods! Next on the list was going to b—

“ Y/N! ”

There was no chance to respond or even look before you were swept up in familiar arms. Grip tight on the plastic bags, a scream got caught in your throat as your eyes locked with Mikey’s. Why hadn’t he told you the battle closed in on where you were? Not a text or a call? He placed you down a couple streets later, flicking his nunchucks to return to the battlefield—but, not without planting a kiss on your cheek.

“ Sorry, didn’t want you to become toast! ”

With a wink, he shot off, and your hand dove for your phone to send a text.

Of course, that’s when you saw the incoming messages.

NOTIFICATIONS

You have four new messages!

———————————————————

♡ MICHEL 1m ago

I SEE U, GOING 2 GET U K?

♡ MICHEL 3m ago

Aw man, Savers Saturday, look, Doughy’s made it … (expand message)

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

You’re at Anchor’s Market, aren’t you?

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

Are you on Fourth and Avenue?

… Alright, so maybe he won’t get chewed out. You laughed lightly, continuing home to drop off groceries when suddenly a blur zipped straight past you and completely drilled through the wall beside you. Stunned silent, you slowly followed its aim of trajection to see none other than “ ♡ Michel~ “ getting launched down Fourth street, taking parts of the street with him.

So much for not becoming toast, huh?

“ Mikey! ”

You rushed to his side after he hadn’t popped straight up like usual. He was a bit dazed, staring at the sky when you approached.

“ Whoa.. what a pretty Angel.. ”

“ Why you—shut up, you flirt, are you okay? ”

“ I am now.. ”

He groaned, taking your hand as you helped him up. Leaning against you for a second, he inhaled sharply then jumped up.

“ Alright, I’m ready! Oh, but you’re too close to the fight, Y/N, I should—“

You shushed him with your index against his lips, shaking your head then pointing at the rather large… behemoth… Breadhemoth? No? Okay.

“ I’ll be fine, just focus on thaaAAHH! ”

Your eyes trailed up to yet another projectile, this time zeroed in on Mikey, and he was quick to pull you close and turn with his back to the bullet.

With a heavy THUNK, the bread ammo bounced off his shell and managed to pulverize a fire hydrant right beside you both. Right as the water spouted out, the creature neared. Alongside it came Mikey’s brothers, whose attention zeroed in on the geyser shooting from the damaged hydrant.

“ Michael, you genius! ”

Shouted his brother, Donatello, as he gestured to the water. The brother in red, Raph, followed his point and nodded, slamming his fists together with a grin.

“ Right, water will make this big guy all soggy! ”

Just as they instantly went along with this plan, Mikey was a step away from joining before all his boyfriend senses shot off at once. Subtle sniffling reached his ears, and he was quick to whirl back around to make sure you hadn’t been hurt.

While physically intact, you were sopping wet, and it was then that his attention trailed straight to your hair.

“ St—Stop LOOKING, Mikey! ”

Your hands rose to feebly hide the growing lion’s mane, your straightened curls frizzing like an aggravated cat’s fur. All those hours of work, ruined by some run-of-the-mill New York trouble—and in front of your boyfriend of all people, who had yet to see your hair’s natural state. Before that sight, you expected disgust or, or insults—something! Anything, along the same caliber as you thought when you would see such thick curls in the mirror.

Instead, the opposite came. A soft voice and delicate touch, grasping for your wrists and gently bringing them away from your face. You flinched, jerking them back, but his motions remained. Soon, you relented and let him move your hands back to your sides.

“ Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. Did that scare you? ”

Picking up on what might’ve actually upset you, he danced around it, and you simply averted your gaze.

“ Your hair—“

“ Don’t. ”

“ No, it’s—I love it. ”

You stiffened, taken aback beyond belief. It was a reaction unlike any you had expected. Many people before him had less than savory words to say, like “ fix that rats nest before you go out! ” or “ wow, you’re not even going to try? ”, or even “ wow, bad hair day? ”.

Never love, though. He loved your hair? Even, even in such a sopping, frizzy state?

“ You’re fibbing.. ”

Your lips quivered into a pout, and inadvertently you tugged for your wrists to be free.

He let go, but only to wipe clear your rolling tears. Mikey leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, tucking and brushing some unruly clumps of hair out of your face.

“ Of course I do, just look at it? There’s a bit of heat damage, but for the most part it’s so long and healthy! What’s not to love? You should wear it like this more, in fact! ”

With such a genuine, beaming smile, there was no doubt in your mind whether he was telling the truth or not. Through in and through out, he loved your hair..

Maybe..

Maybe you could learn to love it, too…?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Would it really be an errand run without Raph jumping to the opportunity to tag along in some way, shape, or form? Albeit out of the public eye, down winding roads with narry a soul in sight, Raph accompanied you on the trek to Silver Market. Partly to spend whatever time he could with you, partly to protect you from whatever threats lurked down New York streets—no matter the hour!—, and partly because he just didn’t fancy the idea of you carrying heavy groceries home alone.

Not like you minded any of these things. His time was always appreciated—so, you snuck a kiss on the cheek just before the Market’s street.

“ I’ll try to be quick, okay? ”

“ Take ya time, Y/N, ‘m in no rush. ”

He returned the kiss, stepping back to meld into the shadows in a way that never ceased to amaze you. … or scare, if even just a teensy bit, because how the hell?

But whatever, you turned on your heel and ducked into the air conditioned market to begin going down your list.

At the same time, Raph waited outside, watching the people pass by, none the wiser of his presence. His eyes trailed to the sky above, noting the diminishing sunlight. Odd, considering the hour, but as his eyes caught the darkened clouds, it made total sense. It must’ve been bad weather moving in.

Raph turned to the alley’s entrance, searching for you. As a smile crept on his dreamy, dazed expression, he couldn’t help but think of how much happier he was when you were brought up. Without fail, the thought of your cute li’l self brought smiles for days. And who would he be, if he didn’t fight to protect you?

See, he and his brothers used to fight for the sole purpose of protecting the New York people, but after meeting you?

Well, he couldn’t help but be driven to clear the streets of crime just so that you would have a safe place to be. Evil-doers should always beware of a hero with something to protect, because he would stop at nothing—

Nothing. He thought, watching you finally peek the corner and rush over, to ensure you stayed safe.

You trotted down the alley, looking every which way for him. Assumedly he would have stayed here, right? Unless something happened? You fished out your phone, two seconds from shooting out a text to get his attention when a shifting of shadows caught your eye. Of course, you smiled as your beloved hero stepped out with a toothy grin, you should have known he was staying there.

“ I finished! ”

“ Raph can tell. Let me help—“

He bent down, slipping the bags from your hand with ease, and purposely leaving you with the lightest one. You rolled your eyes playfully and began walking the way back. It wasn’t long before you noticed the dark overcast, not the distant rumbling as you looked over your shoulder towards its direction. It’s going to rain soon, you thought, twirling your straightened locks in your fingers.

“ Yer nervous. Scared o’thunder? ”

You shoved Raph away, laughing, as he neared you with that goofy grin of his.

“ You could say that. More like I just don’t want to get wet. ”

He nodded thoughtfully, picking up the slack.

“ Then let’s get movin’ ”

Despite the quickened pace, the rain was faster and eventually caught up with you both right before you reached the steps of your complex. Both of you rushed in, slamming the door behind you and breathing heavily from the sprint. Slouched over with your hands resting against your knees, you couldn’t help but notice the cascading locks that were curling up. Grocery bags thudding against the floor as your hands made quick work to push the hair behind you, out of your face in a feeble attempt to hide it behind you. As lighting illuminated the room, it’s loud KAKOOM echoing, Raph noticed your uncharacteristic quietness.

“ Y/N? ”

Raph rose to full height once he caught his breath, watching you with a confused look as your face flushed with embarrassment. Tears welled up and fell down your cheeks in large globs, immediately startling him.

“ Wh—! What’sa matter, Suga’? ”

Just as lightning flashed outside, Raph was right in front of you with his forearm resting against the door. Leaning down, his hand held your face delicately and wiped away the tears.

“ Is it the storm? ”

You shook your head, pushing him away. Realistically you could never move him, but of course he wouldn’t do anything to upset you, thus letting himself be knocked aside. Raph watched your frame retreat deeper into the apartment, likely to your room, and waited a couple moments before he pursued.

It wasn’t hard to pick up the soft sobs over the rain, but soon a gentle knock on your door roused your attention.

“ Go away, Raph.. ”

You slurred your words through tears, rubbing them away while cursing your ruined hair.

“ Y/N, suga’ please, can Raph come in.. ”

No fair, you thought as your hand reached for the door knob, he knew using a voice that gentle would always get to you.. With a subtle click, the door would creak open until finally the green and red peeked in. He found you on the floor and sat.

“ Oh.. Is it ya hair? ”

Cocking his head curiously, you couldn’t help but sneer and avert your gaze. That was answer enough, apparently, since he seemed to exhale and mutter “ thank pizza supreme ”. Confused, you stared at him with enraged sadness. He was thankful? Glad you were upset about your hair? You opened your mouth to chew him out, only to be tugged into his lap and hugged.

“ I was worried it was sum worse. Why’s ya hair the problem, ‘cuz ‘s not so straight no more? ”

The gentleness with which he twirled his finger in your hair had quelled your anger if not just a teensy bit.

“ Yeah, it’s… It’s hideous, unruly, I hate my curls! ”

Your hands rose to yank on the curls that dared rear their heads from the rain, but big warm hands caught yours before they could.

“ Ya hate ‘em? But suga’, they’re a part a’ya, and I love all o’you. What’s to hate? ”

Sending it wasn’t a question but rather a statement, you held your tongue and watched him.

“ The way they frame ya face, how they have no single direction, well I’d be damned to not love ya in any form, Y/N. Ya hair makes ya look like some cute vixen, and they, well.. ”

He seemed a bit bashful, escaping your gaze and shifting his view to all over the room instead.

“ I like ‘em cause they remind me a’my spiky shell, what with how they jump out atcha! ”

With a beaming smile that big, you couldn’t help but snort and bury your face in his chest.

“ You goof.. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Leo wasn’t one to let you go long without hearing from him, but as you ran your errands and eventually made it back home, the silence on his line had been a bit unnerving. So, with the produce shuffled into your fridge, cabinets restocked, and every inch of the house replenished to all its glory, you swiped up your phone and gave him a ring.

“ Alright, tough guy, what’s the deal? ”

You playfully growled, tapping your fingers along the counter as he sputtered confusedly at the end of the line.

“ All day, and not a word from you? What am I, chopped liver? Doesn’t the sweetest girlfriend to New York’s hero deserve even a little bit of ‘phone blowing-up’ treatment? ”

The laugh on the other side was enough to enliven you. Leo continued talking, so you straightened up and made your way to the couch before stopping to almost a skidding halt.

“ Wait, you’re where—?! ”

Looking to the window behind your TV, the silhouette on the fire escape made a scream catch in your throat. It was none other than Leo, who hung up and came in after sliding open the window.

“ I said I’m here, now get on your finest swimsuit, mi amor, for I have found the world’s greatest spot! ”

“ Wh—Leo, What?! It’s—“

You whirled around, staring at the clock displayed on your oven.

“ It’s 8 pm, Leo, can’t it wait til tomorrow? ”

“ Nonsense, now hurry and change before I change you myself. ”

His hands grab your shoulders, tugging until you’re at the door of your room. He taps, faking as though he’s wiping dust off, then gives you a push into the room. Leo winks before closing the door, likely waiting right outside for you, so you kick away an imaginary rock and start to change.

“ NoNsEnSe, he says.. ”

Grumbled under your breath, you adjust the straps on your top while in the mirror. Once done, your focus settles on your hair, still in moderately good condition from this morning’s straightening. Better safe than sorry, you conclude, as you neatly pull your hair up with a bandana that just so happened to match your top. Strands are tucked away before you give a curt nod and go to open the door.

“ I heard that, by the way. ”

Leo looks down at you with a side eye, grinning as you roll your eyes.

“ Whatever, lead the way, bully. ”

One second, you’re standing in the hallway of your New York apartment, the next second you’re staring across an inky lake that’s captured the sky’s likeness, with stars rippling like fish on it’s surface. A gentle breeze rolled by, tugging at your hand, beckoning you forwards to greet the water. Stress, fatigue, even fear slip off your shoulders, as though the lake itself were taking the uncomfortable coat off to hang up on a hook.

“ Leo… ”

Your voice was meek, paling in comparison to the sight laid out before you.

Leo smiled, letting you take in the view a bit longer. He stepped down the dock, it’s creaking catching your ear as he neared its end. Even the groaning wood under the weight of its visitors was charming.

“ I’m waiting.”

Leo smirked, standing in his signature “ go on, applaud me—PRAISE me ” pose. You simply rolled your eyes and approached him, dropping down to sit at the dock’s edge. Your feet dipped into the abyss, met by a crisp temperature that begged your immersion into the depths.

“ Fine, this is pretty good.. YOU did good, though I could’ve been spared the on-the-spot forced dress-up. ”

The water was disturbed by Leo leaping in, to which you shielded yourself from the splash back. He was greeted by you scolding him for not giving a warning, brushing it off with laughter.

The night air was filled with banter between two lovebirds, with Leo trying his damndest to coax you in with him, and you’re dodging each with yet another quip. As the minutes melted into hours, the stars couldn’t help but focus on you both. Their lights reflected in your eyes, blinding Leo into a lovesick haze as he couldn’t do anything but just..

stare…

“ What, is there something on my face? ”

Confused, your hands searched your face, tucking aside a strand. Inspection complete, nothing out of the ordinary, you looked back to Leo and found his expression had shifted to a more devious one.

Uh oh.

You somehow knew what was coming next.

“ Leo—Leo, no, don’t you dare—-“

His hand shot out, grabbing yours.

“ LEO—NO, NOOOOO—!!! ”

Yanked forth, the world seemed to slow down as you screamed out, plunged under. Your eyes peeled open, stinging slightly, but catching a glimpse of the purest enjoyment painted across your boyfriend’s face.

As you both resurfaced, with his laugh now audible, you gave a huff and wiped tears and dripping water from your face.

“ You play too much, Leo, I said no! ”

His expression dimmed, dropping like a fallen curtain as he watched you grab the floating bandana. Enraged, hurt eyes glared at him, but he couldn’t focus at all on them as your hair began curling into the most gorgeous display he had ever laid eyes on. This was the first time he saw your hair this way, not straightened, but rather..

“ And stop staring, I know it’s ugly! ”

“ Stop that. ”

“ Wh—? ”

Stunned, you looked to him. There was no hate in his eyes, no disgust or repulsion. Your frizzy curls were there, bright as day, yet here he was staring at you as if your beauty never faltered…

“ Stop calling yourself ugly—frankly it’s an insult to me, the king of gorgeous faces who would never dare date an ugly woman—but even worse, it’s an insult to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling mine. ”

Leo’s hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your lips.

“ But, how—why aren’t they ugly to you? ”

“ Uh, because I said so, that’s why. ”

“ That’s n—LEO! ”

Definitely done as a move to win this argument, Leo’s arms wrapped around yours firmly. Your body lifted straight out of the water before being dunked unceremoniously.

While your hair was already wet, he didn’t have to make it more wet!

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

By the time your errands adjourned, it was a quarter past 4, and you were heading home. The walk had been rather tame, as quiet as it could be for a city regularly wrecked by mutants, aliens you name it. Today would have gone down in the books as the most normal, had you not gotten a message from your beloved requiring your presence at the soonest available time. Something about a new project coming to its end?

Whatever it was, you shot off a response that said your company would come once groceries were up. The other errands planned for the day could wait, especially since you were just itching to see whatever it could be that had him so needy for you to be in the lab.

“ Bags empty, trash cleared away, house—“

You gave a once-over to your living room and kitchen countertops before nodding with a hum of approval. It would appear that Donnie’s chariot would arrive, post-haste, without a second to spare.

Thus, keys in pocket, jacket donned, and shoes tied, you left your apartment complex and made your way towards the least shadiest alleyway to simply “ disappear into. ”

In record time, you were approaching the lair from the winding underground pathways, and giving quick hellos to each brother you passed. Your being in the lair wasn’t exactly a rare sight, but whenever you were here, it was usually always for Donnie. So, none of the brothers would really hold you long—lest they wanted to risk a brotherly wrath.

“ Donnie~? ”

Your sing-songy call was accompanied by a rapping upon his lab’s doors, which slid open shortly after with a “ fwssh ” and gust of smoke. You coughed, wafting it away as you stepped into the room.

Unbeknownst you you, your hair had already began reacting to the rather humid lab, lifting into the curls they so dearly longed to return to.

“ Ah, Y/N, your timing is much appreciated! ”

While his voice came from god knows where, your eyes landed upon his figure emerging from curtains that you were sure had to have been a new addition to the lab. Maybe his experiment was behind there? His greasy hands were rubbed into clothes, leaving behind oil marks as he pushed up his goggles and shot you his characteristic grin.

“ Just behind this curtain is a contraption that shall better the lair, an update to my previous ‘betterments’—a betterment to the betterments, so to say! ”

Whatever point he was trying to make went straight over your head as you simply nodded affectionately, trying to follow as best you could.

“ Right, right, Donnie. But, dear, can you please enlighten me with what was sooooo important you had to interrupt errands day? ”

Without a word, it seemed as if a lightbulb went off in Donnie’s head as he nodded and reached for the curtain.

“ So, it should come to no surprise to anyone how much the new lair has needed robot assistants! ”

“ It really doesn’t—“

“ Nonsense, so of course you are the first one I thought of when I felt Odie should be introduced to someone! ”

“ Oh you’ve named him already? ”

You leaned your weight on your left leg, hand perched neatly on your hip as you waved your hand. Donnie shushed you as he reached for the curtain to reveal his newest creation!

“ Ta-da! ”

Behind the curtain stood the blocky silhouette of a robot—one made with parts you were sure you recognized from a certain animatronic, but never mind that. There was something a tad bit weirder.

“ Why Odie? ”

“ I show you my genius, and you linger in the name? ”

To your eager nod, he could only give a loud sigh, literally labeled aloud as “ loud sigh. ”

“ Odie, otherwise known as 0-D-1-3, his model number. Now—“

Before he could turn back to the bot, a loud clanking sound got both of your attentions.

“ Oh, that’s not good—“

“ What’s not good?! ”

Both of you stared directly at the bot after it took a hefty step forward, clattering down a hammer to hit the floor. Its oculars shifted mechanically around the room before settling in you and Donnie. An unsettling smile began to grow on the analog mouth it had, but just before it spoke, its foot stepped on the fallen hammer. Slipping immediately, the creation slammed into the lab’s hard floors, buzzed and circuited, then promptly stopped.

“ … Dam—“

As though censored by an otherworldly being, the bot exploded, sending Donnie diving for you instantly to shield you from harm’s way. The sprinklers caught on shortly after the smoke reached the ceiling, and he simply exhaled annoyedly into a recorder as he went on about “ attempted 26, failed ”. He continued to look over you, free hand resting right beside your waist as he detailed this outcome.

You, on the other hand, were both spooked by what happened in a matter of seconds, and also the water raining down in you. There wasn’t even a chance of you processing how close your boyfriend was, nor the precarious position, all paling in comparison to the heaviness waying over your chest at the way your hair was gradually lifting off your shoulder. Shrinking from the long silky locks, you were sure that unruly mess of curls were all coiling up into their snakelike appearance that you cursed every morning in the mirror.

Whilst speaking, Donnie’s eyes wandered until they caught your teary, paled expression. He had noticed the new hair style, but the importance of that was far below the importance of ensuring you were okay.

“ Dearest, what’s the matter? ”

He searched your body for wounds, calling Sheldon to bring a towel as the sprinklers halted. Once brought, he wrapped you in it, but flinched when you tried to push him back.

“ Hey—“

“ Don’t touch me—don’t look at me! ”

Baffled beyond belief, all Donnie could do was slouch back and watch you with analyzing eyes. His gaze scanned and scanned, searching for what might have caused such a reaction, but all he could come up with was: cold & wet, hair no longer straight like usual, shoved to the floor after robot exploded. He could only hope you wouldn’t blame him for struggling to figure out the problem.

“ I… I’m sorry if that spooked you.. ”

“ It’s not that. ”

You answered, flinching when he suddenly rose his voice and asked “ then what is it? ”, a statement leaking with desperation and a tinge of fear. You scrunched your eyes closed, closing in on yourself with a tight hug, balled up beneath the towel.

“ It’s… My hair, I.. I spent so long on it, just for it to turn into this ugly mess.. ”

Donnie was confused, something you couldn’t blame him for. After all, you were diligent in your hair-straightening or concealing the curls, so this just might have been the first time he’d seen them in their true nature. What you didn’t account for, though, was the hurt expression he shifted into. Silence lingered for a bit before his gaze shifted to the device on his arm.

After a bit, even you were curious. He had nothing to say? Was he just going to let you sit there and cry?

“ What’re you doing? ”

“ Checking my data. ”

“ Huh? ”

Donnie looked up, scooting to sit beside you and showed some sort of pie chart projected. He twirled a stylus and used it to slide the projection, focusing on certain parts.

“ Mhmm… so, this is the breakdown of your identity—this aspect, ”

He points to personality, glancing to you to make sure you’re watching.

“ See that is a huge chunk of who you are, and this part, intelligence? Obviously that is high as well. ”

You wiped your eyes, trying to figure out why any of this was important. He continued on, pointing to bits and then pointing out how integral they were to your being.

“ What’s your point, Donnie.. ”

Defeated, you sighed out. Tears dried, heart heavy, curls..

Unfurled.

“ My point is, Y/N, that ‘ugly’ has no place in your data. I for one am a genius who speaks in strictly facts, so your insistence on false information? Highly insulting. ”

His hand cups your cheek, and you welcome the touch with a scrunched, pained expression. Tears threaten to spill once again.

“ You’re beautiful, my dearest, every bit of you. That does not exclude your curls, which are also you. ”

Donnie leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss upon your forehead. You grip his hand, which then turns into interlocked fingers, and sob softly into his chest. He rubs circles on your back, and you can’t help but begin to hear the seedlings of thought in your head say nice things about your natural hair.

“ I love you, Y/N. ”

[sugarnspice630]

Fancall Fiasco - Hongjoong PREVIEW

•pairing: meandom!nonidol!hongjoong x idol!fem!reader

Summary: Being an idol, you have to provide fan service to your loyal followers, however your boyfriend thinks you went a little too far with this one male fan and decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.

A/N: This is just a preview! The full fic will be posted on March 29th! If you would like to be tagged in the full story, please comment below so I can add you! Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

You got back to your apartment, finally wearing some comfortable clothes. You walked into the front door, took your jacket off, and started to kick your shoes off before shouting out to your boyfriend, who was hiding somewhere. 

“Hongjoong! I’m bac-!” Your words were cut off by Hongjoong pressing you against the wall. His one hand grips onto your shoulder to keep you against the hard surface, and the other hand holds his phone and shoves the screen in your face.

“What the fuck is this?” He said lowly and through gritted teeth. You glanced over at the screen, breathing heavily, and saw a familiar-looking face on his screen. The video was from one of the many fan calls you had today. Specifically the really nice looking one. What was his name? Ah right, Felix.

“I don’t understand…”

“Don't play dumb with me Y/N! You’re practically fucking him through the screen!”

“N-no Hongjoong..what? L-let me see.” You reached up, took the phone from his hand, and read the post the fan had made to yourself.

The attached video had no sound, but subtitles were provided. You reviewed the video and smirked to yourself, watching the fan get all nervous and flustered again at your fan service. That’s exactly all it was. Fan service. You scrolled through some of the comments that had been made on that post by other fans.

Waahhh, omg you’re so lucky!!

SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! IMAGINE BEING CALLED HANDSOME BY HANA? GOD YOU’RE SO LUCKY

Ohhh she wants you fr fr

You smirked again and lightly scoffed at the various reactions from your fans. When you looked back up at Hongjoong to hand him his phone back, his arms were crossed, his breathing was deep and heavy, and he stared at you with aggressive eyes.

“B-baby it’s just fan service.”

“Fan service my ass!” He snatched his phone back from your hand and shoved it into his pocket. “Guess I’m going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?”

“Hongjoong no, you don’t have to do that. I-I know that-.” Your words were cut off again by Hongjoong pushing you back against the wall again and slamming his lips onto yours. The grip he had on your arms was enough to hurt a little bit, and you squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. “J-Joong.”

“Shut the fuck up cheater, or I’ll shove something in your mouth to make you shut up.” His behavior was so left-field for you, and you didn’t know how to feel. If you wanted to be truly honest, his possessive nature was making your pussy ache and damp.

“I didn’t d-do anything wrong!” 

“Didn’t do anything wrong….listen to yourself!” He yelled slightly and slid his hands down to grab both of your wrists, then slammed them up against the wall. He pressed his body frame against you, so you were completely against the wall. His face is right in your face, leaving no room for personal space. “I fucking own you; you got that? You’re mine, and when I see you flirting and undressing your fans with those seductive eyes of yours..I get a little…pissed off. So now, I have to make sure you haven’t forgotten exactly who you belong to.”

“Hongjoong I-.” Your heart was beating rapidly, and you did not know what else to say or do. He waited for you to try to say another smart remark before he took your hands held above your head, held them in one hand, and pulled you along as he started stomping toward your room. “Stop! What are you doing?”

“Teaching you a fucking lesson.”

Tags: @pre1ttyies@isiloiale@moongoddess1982@yeosangsbbg@sanipan@10nantscompanion @xuchiya

[sincerlycas]

hi!! i absolutely love your fics, would you mind doing another Connie fic where he’s a plug.

boys need love 2.

summary: connie took you with him to all his drops stop by stop, things lead to another/ just know he needs to blow off steam and your there for him.

warning: oral, black y/n, messy y/n, a bit of mean connie, slighy rough, throat goat, mature scenes, etc.

I’m

swiping on your phone looking for outfits you’d purchased later on while sitting in a curled up position in the passenger seat waiting for connie to finish the trade. turning your to look at him approach the car and smile, finally seating down on the drivers seat and giving you a quick kiss he pulled off and went to the next destination. this has been going on for a while, him taking you to his drops but making sure your not seen he just loves when you were next to him.

“what’s you looking at so intensely on your phone mariposa?” he spoke so low with that accent that made you want to jump out your seat and su- “I’m looking for new clothes but these are not giving what they’re supposed to give.” rolling your eyes at those ugly ass options. “uh huh well when you’re done show me it and I’ll buy it fo you, and it better not be something that’s gone rip because of that fat ass.” laughing at the memory of that previously happening but yelping at feeling a squeeze in your ass from him slipping a hand behind you to grab on it.

“con- move your hand and focus on driving !!” smiling and moving his hand and went back to focusing on the road. stopping the car at some house connie reached over you to grab the last bag left that was in the glove department. fixing your glasses and giving your head a kiss like he always did before he left he went and got up walking up to the house. this time the drop took a while causing you to be a bit worried, reaching under your seat to grab the glock so you can go walk up to the house but was stopped by connie storming out the house with a mugging face.

“you good-” “-not right now y/n.” taken aback but not only his rudeness but him saying your government name. rolling your eyes and going back to your phone ignoring him the whole ride. “tell me you don’t know a javon y/n.” finally stopping the car at the drive way and tilting his head to the side staring at you. “nigga what- who tf is a ja- ohhh” you knew that house looked familiar! it was one of your bitch ass ex’s house. “he’s just an ex con” you answered but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

“an ex who asks me all sorts of questions like ‘is her pussy still good?’ ‘she like when you hit from the side’ ‘tell her hit me up when you done alr?’” after saying that sentence connie stopped the car and headed towards the house reaching into your guys shared bedroom. following after him trying to get his attention to which he would ignore, finally after reaching the room and standing up in front of him as he’s sat on the bed. “con he was trolling you, he doesn’t know shit about me fr, it doesn’t even matter anyway he’s a bum.” trying to relieve the conversation by reaching your hand to rub at connie’s curls to which he moves away.

sighing you went to the last resort by putting your body wave 30 inch into a ponytail and fixing your glasses to stay on sturdier. getting down on your knees and sliding his joggers off along with his boxers and taking his dick into your hands. “y/n the fuck are you doin- fuckkkk~” rolling his head back when you slid the tip past your throat and sucking sloppily while jerking the rest of the length off. rubbing at his balls while you started to deep throat it all the way to the bottom and started shaking your head causing bubbles to erupt and cover the whole bottom half of your face not caring if it looked messy.

curling his toes and groaning out loudly connie was paralyzed on the bed with his eyes rolling back, yes he’s gotten head before but you, you weren’t ordinary bitch you were a leech!! “ohhh shittt~ mamii~ that feels so good~” bring his hand onto your head to find something to give a bit of a tug on. letting out a slight whimper and bite his lap as you took it out your mouth and slapped the tip on your tongue repeatedly while flicking your tongue in a rapid motion against the tip. “you like that papi~” you said as you went down to start licking at his balls while looking up at him. “you know I do mami~ fuckk just like that~” kissing his teeth while reeling his head back connie didn’t know if he was in heaven or just dead overall by the way you was taking his soul, nigga had his toes curling, back arching, lip bitten, eyes rolled back, whimpers,and high pitch ass moans.

slipping it out over and over again as a way to tease him but rubbing his tip on the pad of your tongue letting him shoot his cum down your throat which you gladly swallowed. rubbing in his thighs to calm down his rapid breaths and minor leg shakes you leaned up and laid your head on his clenched stomach “you feel better pa~?” “yess~ you did such a good job mariposa~”

[manticore-fangs]

ohhh im so glad u write for graves because i cannot stop thinkin about him getting home from deployment and fucking shy!fem!reader like as soon as he gets through the door because he missed his pretty girl so much :( he's like a man starved because he is!!! it was driving him nuts not hearing ur sweet voice and feeling ur soft skin every morning and now he's back and he's not gonna let u go anywhere any time soon!!!

omggg :(( when he flings open the door to find you in HIS long t-shirt and just skimpy panties on?? ohhhhhh he’s gone MAD !!!! (not proof read btw)

cw: smut

“fuck- phillip what are you-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence without him just diving right into your mouth, sloppy and messy kisses, and your losing breath but he doesn’t care, just needs to know that his love is safe in his arms and okay. he finally lets you take a breather before lifting you up on the nearest structure, which is the dining table.

“phillip, im making food!! it’s gonna get fucking burnt!” you whine and writhe but he’s not letting you go, he needs to have you now. when he was kissing, his hands kept grasping at your (his) shirt, needing it off. “so needy phillip-“ “take ya’ fuckin clothes off and head to the bedroom. i wanna have a good lil’ time with my precious doll, haven’t seen yew’ foreva’ i need ya’ bae, please.” you’ve never seen him be desperate but desperate he was.

you shuffled up the stairs swiftly with your shirt hanging off of your shoulders from the force of him grabbing your harshly, hearing small shreds. you then heard those familiar boots come up the stares, you wide-eyed and realized you didn’t remove your clothes. just as you took off your panties, phillip came in, just looking at your body, staring up n’ down. admiring your form.

“missed ya’ so much bae, couldn’t stand being alone, lemme fuck ya’ please, i know i haven’t showered but i need ya’ i need ye’ so bad. please” his begs are like music to your ears, you think about it for a second before nodding and saying “but- be gentle.” and he nods vigorously. you tell him to come up and in the bed, which he followed through being the good man he is of course.

now he’s balls deep within your pussy and just hammering it, your poor lips getting a beaten from his heavy cum filled balls. their so heavy and- “fuck, love need more of ya’ i just need more of your pretty, perfect pussy. please, let me rub that lil clit for you?” and you nod, your cock drunk and came around 3 times already and you don’t even know what will happen next.

he slaps your clit, not to rough but not to soft either. he hits it, then pats it a few times, leaving you so close to your fourth. he has came 2 times but jesus christ you weren’t prepared for shit next.

he changed positions, pushed your head down as your ass was arched up and he just unbelievably pounded into you, leaving no mercy behind. the rough hands on your hips were definitely get a bruise, your mind hazy in that subspace. just moaning and drooling everywhere. and that’s when you and him both cum for the final time. leaving you in shambles as he collapses beside you. your whimpering from the little stings in your legs and your shaking a bit.

after all of that aftercare, you guys (he carries you) finally reached the bedroom, you both settled down and cuddled up, having some type of show on in the background to fall asleep too, but before you finally close your eyes phillip speaks. “thank you love for this, love you so much, love you.. so perfect for me- ‘m never letting you go. never”

your passed asleep right next to him, in his arms, in bed, at our home

(not proof read, so sorry it’s 6 am 😭😭)

[thehusbandoden]

For You -Hawks x Reader

A/n: I had zero idea what to do for the title :')

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort/comfort // wc: 1, 042 // meow- idk

Summary: you finally fall apart after four months of trying to be "okay" without your husband.

Warnings!: A bit of Hawks spoilers, crying, loneliness, and acting "fine" when you're not. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

My Birdy 🥰❤️ (Hawks):

i just feel really bad for being gone so long :((

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍 (you ;3):

I'm okay!! ofc I miss you, but it can't be helped! I'm fine baby, dw about it ❤️

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

oh i love you oh so, soooooooooo much!! i can't wait to pull you in my arms and smother you with cuddles, kisses, compliments, i love yous, and kisses!!!!

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

you already said kisses! But I can't wait either :)

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

ohhh i wanna wrap you up and smother you oh so so much

You smiled sadly as you continued to read the texts your beloved spammed, hands shaking. You were in fact not okay, but there was no way you'd tell Keigo that. He already feels so bad about having to be away- he does not have to deal with the world crumbling guilt he'd feel if you really told him how heart broken you were without him.

Keigo, being the sweetest man alive, spoiled you for a full month before telling you that he had to leave in about a month, puppy dog eyes wet as he clung onto you, chin resting on your chest, occasionaly nuzzlng into his "pillow".

You were dissapointed, but it was only two weeks, you'd manage.

Or so you thought.

It had been four months, and you -and Keigo- were utterly miserable. Though you knew that he'd want you to talk to him, you refused to put more weight on his shoulders.

He was also missing you, plus he had to worry about fighting villains, filling out reports, keeping up with the Commision's standards, keeping a smile on his face, and whatever he had to do for the underground work that you were sure he was having to do on top of everything else.

In your opinion, your feelings didn't matter as much as Keigo's mental health, and so you would keep quiet, smile, and keep your head high for your beloved Keigo.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

i missed you so much!!! but i love you even moree!

Letting out a teary giggle, you move to reply.

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

I love you too!! but don't you mean 'miss'? :P

A few more tears fell down your cheek as you stared at Keigo's profile picture. It was another one of the thousands you took without him knowing. He was staring at a picture of you lovingly, and you luckily caught a picture of his love struck expression, it was honestly one of your favorites.

HIs blonde locks were messy from his slumber, his honey eyes heavy with sleep, and his chest bare. His hand was working to detangle his fluffy hair as he smiled up at a picture of you he had xinsistedx to put on the wall in the hallway- much to your embarasment.

After you took a few you snuck up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your burried your face into his warm shoulderblades.

"Baby BIrd! What'cha doing sneaking up on me like that?! Stalker~!"

"You're one to talk! Who was just staring at a picture of the other person?!"

"I couldn't help it! You're just so goregous!"

The memory brought more tears as they cascaded down your wet cheeks, increasing in speed as the dam started cracking.

As another notification went off you clicked your black screen, reading Keigo's newest text swiftly.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

nope, i meant 'miss' ;)

Right as you were about to critizize his grammar your balconoy door slammed open, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"I'm home Baby Bird~!" Keigo exclaimed, thrusting out his arms dramatically.

"Keigo.." you whisper, eyes scanning Keigo's familiar form.

He seemed a bit bulkier, and his hair was longer. HIs honey eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but were shining as they searched for your form, immediately focussing on you when you spoke.

His hair was a mess, along with his hero costume and cracked glasses- though he stilled looked incredibly attractive.

"Baby Bird!" Keigo smiled, hurrying towards your huddled figure. You were laying on your back on the expensive love seat Keigo insisted you needed for movie nights. You had told him that it would be too small but he just grinned and replied, "I know, that's the point! We'd be forced to be squished against one another!"

"K-Keigo." You whimper, sitting up to let him take a seat next to you.

"Baby what's wrong?!" Keigo exclaimed, immediately sitting down to pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth while kissing any skin he could reach- immediately bringing you comfort.

"I- I just-"

"Shhh it's okay baby. You can wait to tell me." Keigo soothed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Your lips trembled as you tried to hold in your sobs, causing Keigo's heart to break.

"It's okay Baby Bird, you can let it all out. I'm safe, you can trust me."

You wobbly nodded, telling yourself that you wouldn't let your emotions win.

"I love you so much." Keigo whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Sobs spilt from your lips as you clung to Keigo, tearfully babbling about how much you missed him and how hard it was to keep quiet. You eventually started venting about other things that were going wrong in your life. Keigo stuck by you the entiret time, listening to every word.

After your sobs died down and you simply dug your face in the crook of his neck he gently sang to you, luring you to a peaceful slumber.

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\\The next day; 9:42 a.m. //

Blinking open your eyes you look around, wondering how you fell asleep.

You remembered talking to Keigo, and then breaking down-

"Keigo?!" You call, worried that his return was a mere dream.

"Yes my darling?"

Smiling, you hurry to jump in his arms, nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Good morning baby." Keigo whispered, kissing your lips lovingly.

"About last night.. I'm sorry for-"

"Baby Bird, if you apologize for having feelings I swear I'll-"

"No no! I'm sorry for hiding them from you!"

"Oh- well then you will be forgiven as long as I get lots of cuddles and kisses.

"Deal."

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The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

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Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

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Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

[xotication]

mature themes | mdni ☆

cw: profanity, slapping, facial…

sometimes kaneki is mean.

i would say that he doesn’t mean to be, but he fully does. he’ll have you sprawled out in your sheets, mascara running & saliva dripping.

he’s telling you not to make any noise but it’s hard not to when he’s thrusting into you like this might be his last chance to do so..

for every sound you make it’s a slap to your face. your tears fall harder & he really does pity you. but he thinks you’re so beautiful. he loves that you let him treat you this way. that you trust him enough to allow him to fuck you like this.

he slips out of your cunt to make you sit on the ground with your back against the bed, & then he’s looming over you as he slips his cock into your mouth- relentlessly reaching the back of your throat.

“look at me..” he says, & when you do he makes sure to buck into you a little extra so that you lose your focus all over again.

there’s a familiar sting on your cheek, followed by another ask for you to look at him, & you do.

“say ahhh”

you try, you really do. you open your mouth as wide as possible, despite it being full & you quite literally choke on the word. “ahhh” it’s muffled, & gargled. ken laughs at you.

“you’re gorgeous, y/n.”

he says before making you choke once again.

kaneki let’s you breathe & you’re quite literally gasping for air. there’s saliva running down your breasts. not to mention a pool underneath you. something about kaneki treating you like you were merely nothing to him.. made you weak.

you liked when he used you like this, when he slaps you till your cheeks went numb, when he grips your hips so hard that there’s bruises in the morning, & ofc when he spanks you sm that it almost hurts to sit down or lay down”

you’re still sat on the ground looking up at him.

“lemme see your tongue,” it lulls out of your mouth & you feel the weight of ken’s dick, “gonna cum all over this fucken face, okay?”

he moves the hair from your face & jacks himself off, the faces he makes are prettier than ever. how could you ever be mad at him for anything when he looks like that?

you can tell he’s getting closer by the way he’s bucking into his own hand, “fuck fuck fuck” he thrusts into your mouth once more, only before he cums & he purposely misses your mouth so that you can’t see.

he knows it’ll lead to you wiping your eye & when you do, his hand wraps around your neck, subtly choking you.

“did i tell you that you could wipe it off?”

you nod your head no.

“so pathetic. can’t even follow simple instructions, y/n.. i taught you better didn’t i?” he sounds so annoyed saying this as well.

although you know he’s right. he spent countless nights molding you into the prettiest slut that you could be for him. why you’re not listening all of a sudden is news to him.

you’re dazed in thought, causing him to release your neck.. only to use that same hand to slap you again.

“say sorry.”

“i’m so-rry, ken.. fuck”

“& stop fucking cursing”

always so unfair that he gets to but you don’t! :(

ken hooks his arms underneath yours to place you on the bed. he finds his pants & slips them on so that he can leave the room comfortably.

& he comes back with a warm rag to wipe all that sticky mess off your face! giving you small pecks in between wipes as well. so sweet of him, right?

when that’s done he runs you a bath & tells you to meet him in the bathroom.. “i can’t walk, kaneki!”

“ohhh.. that’s right.”

he comes to carry you to the bath >3<!

[laurensturniolo]

Class reunion - sub!Chris Sturniolo X Y/n (fem)

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Y/N POV:

I’ve always liked Chris. Always, but especially since one day in 6th grade. 

“Give me that back!!” he yelled at me.

“No, beg for it!” I start giggling at him.

Something changes in his eyes, almost like he just seemed in my control.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just please”. 

My expression drops. He sounded so weak, like he needed something from me. He was quite literally begging. I immediately gave it back to him and he smirked at me, almost an evil smirk. 

I still think about that day often. Especially when he has a certain look on his face. The look just screams pure submissiveness. His puppy eyes, his red pouty lips… oh my god. He makes me feel weak. I think it would be wrong to say I’m obsessed with him but I'm definitely obsessed with him. He’s just perfect and I just can’t deal with it.

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It’s our 4 year class reunion. It’s only been 4 years but when I show up, I feel like I don’t remember some people. I’m 21 now, and I guess everyone else is my age or older too. I came in a tight silky black dress and some brand new tennis shoes, nothing fancy. I do some fancier makeup though, just so I look nice for people. Though I never cared how I looked during high school. 

“Hey y/n!” A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around and it’s my high school friend, Tessa.

“Oh my god, hey Tess! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Ugh, I know! You look amazing, how’ve you been?” she asks, smiling at me.

“So do you! I’ve been good, everything’s going good.”

We talk for 10 minutes and then I go around to look at food and decorations. I run into a few familiar faces and give a short conversation. I decide to get some fruit punch just to carry around and drink while I’m here. I finish filling up my class when I turn around and bump into someone, spilling some of my drink on them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”.

I look up at this person's face and realize it’s Chris. Chris Sturniolo. My school crush. I slightly blush at him due to embarrassment but also the fact that I’m right in front of him. He seems slightly pissed but he calms down.

“You’re fine, I know it was an accident. You’re y/n, right?” he says in a fun tone.

“Yea, and you’re Chris, right?” I already know who he is.

“Yup, surprised you didn’t call me Matt”. He jokes. God, I missed him.

“Couldn’t mistake you for Matt, trust me”.

He smirks and tilts his head slightly. “Oh really? Why not?” I suddenly freeze. I can’t just tell him I had and still have a crush on him, that’s so awkward. I realize I’m blushing so I disguise it with me being “nervous”. “Oh uh, you were just in a lot of my classes, especially in senior year.”

“Ohhh, right right. So, how’ve you been? You’ve changed… a lot”

I look a little confused. Have I really? I mean I was still going through puberty until senior year. My boobs got a little bigger and my face got skinnier along with the rest of my body and just a minor color difference to my hair. But god, Chris is realizing this? Does this mean he noticed me in high school too? 

“Really? Thanks I guess”

“Of course… you look good” He says ‘good’ almost seductively. I want to ignore it but I just can’t. 

“Thank you… you do too” I smile sweetly.

We talk for a little while longer and I play everything off well, almost no hints I like him. I’m still talking to him when I look down just to avoid eye contact.

He’s hard.

My eyes widen at the sight. I avoid eye contact at all costs to make sure he doesn’t know I know.

“Hey. Whatcha lookin at?”

Shit, he knows. 

“O-oh nothing. Sorry” I laugh it off to avoid embarrassment. He walks closer to me. The 3 feet in front of me turns into a foot or less.

“I know what you’re looking at, sweetheart.” He whispers seductively. “I’m not fooling you, you saw what you saw. Neither of us can hide it now”.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m silent for a few seconds when his hand reaches up to bring my chin to look at him.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I-I.. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry sweetheart. Wanna help me with this?” He tilts his head down to look at his erection. I know what I want to say. But do I say it? I just nod dumbly. He chuckles and says, “Let’s go find a room then, pretty girl.”

We walk upstairs and Chris waves at a few people on the way. God I forgot he’s popular. We finally find a bedroom and Chris opens the door. The second we’re inside, He pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly. He pushes me back a little more so he can lock the door while still in the kiss. His tongue slides on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance to which I immediately obey. I whimper into the kiss only making him get rougher with me. His hands make their way up to my lower hips and he grabs them, making me whimper again. I can feel him smiling.

He pulls away suddenly. I look at him and his eyes are blown out, almost no blue is seen anymore. He looks needy, so needy. 

“Awww you look desperate”. I say in a joking tone.

“Please” is all he can blurt out. I smile and kiss him, I’m taking all control. I kiss him rougher and he starts whimpering. God, it’s so attractive. After a minute, I pull away from the kiss.

“How about we lay on the bed? That okay baby?”

He blushes and his eyes get wider at the nickname. He nods eagerly. I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed. I sit on his thighs to straddle him. I look down to look at his eyes and he looks desperate. I grab his face and kiss him again but this time, I tilt my head a little to really get into the kiss and I can tell he likes this way more. My hand makes its way down his neck, to his chest, then right down to his bulge in his pants. I lightly palm over it and he inhales sharply at the touch. I start palming a little harder and little whines and moans come out of his mouth. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” I tell him, looking in his eyes.

Something in his eyes changes in that moment.

“P-please suck me off. Please y/n.” He says in a whiny voice. I smirk and get on my knees in front of him. I motion for him to take his pants off and he immediately obeys. He takes his boxers off and he’s rock hard. I look at him to make sure he’s fully okay with this and he nods, looking down at me. Finally, I lightly stroke his dick with my middle finger and he squirms slightly. 

I hold his thigh down with my open hand, “Stop squirming or i’ll stop.” He nods and immediately replies, “I-i’m sorry.” I stroke harder and a little faster with just my middle finger still and everything in his body is trying to stop him from squirming. I use my whole hand now and he moans quietly.

“Be loud, baby. It’s okay” I reassure him.

I start stroking him faster and he moans louder. “Y/n, pleaseeee.. o-oh please”

I look at him right in the eyes. “What Chris? What do you want?” He looks down right at my eyes and says, “suck me off.. please y/n/n” 

Everything in me changes after he says my nickname while he’s begging for me. I immediately open my mouth and go for it. I start with the tip and he gasps. He’s trying so hard not to move at all and it makes me smile slightly. Then, I finally lower my mouth and bob my head up and down at a decent pace. He’s a whimpering mess at this point. He keeps saying shit like,

“Pleaseeeee… oh my god”

“So good baby, so good for me”

“Holyyyyy…”

I start bobbing my head faster and I suck a little harder as he’s moaning louder by the second. 

“Y/n god… HOLY-“ I cover his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Chris. Do you want everyone at our goddamn class reunion to hear you moaning for me?” He shakes his head aggressively. “Yea, I didn’t think so.”

I move faster and he’s a mess. His eyes are watering, he’s sweating, whimpering non stop.

I keep doing this until finally I let go. He whines at the loss of contact, I finally take off my dress and reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. His eyes almost immediately look at my tits and he’s in awe. I stand up to take off my black lace panties and he whimpers at the sight.

“God please y/n.. I need you, all of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous” I blush.

“Thank you chris..” I straddle his thighs, right below his dick. He looks directly in my eyes with desire and I lift myself up, right above his dick. 

“How badly do you want this, Chris? Tell me baby.”

“So… so fucking bad y/n. God, please baby. Please ride my cock…” His little whiny voice is so sweet, I can’t say no.

I finally lower myself on his cock and he throws his head back. “You're such a good boy… right? My good boy?” Doe eyes. He gives me straight doe eyes. “Y-yes y/n. I’m your good boy, only yours”.

I finally bottom out and kiss him while I wait  a minute to get used to this feeling. Once I finally get used to it, I start bouncing slowly. 

“H-holy shit.” He exhales. I whimper slightly at the good feeling.

I start bouncing faster and harder and Chris is a fucking mess, this guy doesn’t shut up. He’s whining or whimpering every second, begging me to keep going. “Please, baby. Don’t stop now, please…” “I’m not gonna stop Chris. Calm down, sweetheart…”

I bounce harder and kiss his collarbones while doing so. His legs start shaking and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Y/n… f-fuck I’m.. I’m so close…”

“Yea? Be a good boy and hold it for a little while longer”. I don’t want to sound rude, I just really want us to enjoy our orgasm together. “P-please… please let me cum”

“Almost baby.. it’s okay, almost.”

Tears fall from his eyes as he grabs my hips hard. “P-please!! God y/n/n. PLEASE” His legs shake, indicating he’s so close. “Y/N I NEED TO CU-“ He cuts himself off with a moan while releasing inside of me. I follow with my orgasm a few seconds later, moaning his name quietly.

I slow my actions down, letting him finish. “F-fuck y/n. I’m so sorry… I-I couldn’t hold it…”

I grab his jaw to force him to look at him. “It’s okay baby. I know… I know it was hard.” I grab his face and kiss him sweetly, reassuring him. “You did sooo good for me, Chris. So fucking good” He blushes at my compliment.

“Let’s get us cleaned up” I say, walking to the bathroom to get a wet towel. I cleaned us up for 5 minutes and we lay in bed for a few minutes. We both get our clothes back on and walk out. Yes, my dream with my goddamn crush came true. When we got out, no one looked like they knew what happened. 

Until…

“You dirty little whores.” Nick looks at us both, disgusted.

[strawhatsoraya]

GOJO X FEM READER (eventually gojo x reader x geto) | SFW WC: 1.9k CW: none, it's fluff if anything, awkward teenage exchange, some minor mentions of blood, possible second hand embarrassment, gojo is a little shit no matter the age, high school shoujo romance tropes abound SUMMARY: a high school teen romance (might jump forwards and backards in time as inspiration strikes)--Y/N is quiet and reserved, happy to remain as an outlier. Gojo Satoru is charismatic, dazzling, and popular. Although they're both in the same year, they've never interacted before. At least to Y/Ns knowledge. Gojo seems to have a different version of the events but he's not sharing so willingly.

Years from now, you’d look back at this moment, and realize that it had always been like that. That when you were in pain, when your knees were scraped up and bleeding as they were now, the boy with the mysterious aquamarine eyes would suddenly appear; like a phantom, like a thief, like a gift.

Years from now, your heart would race at the sight of him, just like now but the ache that bloomed would be different. That painful scar would come from a wound yet inflicted.

You stand stupefied just within the entrance of the nurse’s office. There was a clumsiness that haunted your bones, ever since you could remember. The floor and you were greatly acquainted. There currently wasn’t a sharp corner of a desk, or door that you weren’t familiar with. Yet, none of it had stopped you moments ago from tripping over what seemed like air in the courtyard. 

It was the laughter of your peers, the weight of shame that propelled you forward, and before you knew it you had been blitzing down the hall wondering why the hell you couldn’t have fallen straight through the earth’s crust. At least you would have died in the hellfire of the earth’s core and not have to suffer this embarrassment.

If you had died then, you wouldn’t be standing there like a fool, staring at the sleeping form of a white haired boy. Even laying still as he was, you recognized him. You may be awkward, and a bit of an outsider, but you weren’t completely unaware of your surroundings. It was hard to not know who Gojo Satoru was. Nervously, you drum your fingers against your thighs, trying to decide on what to do.

Nurse Luci  was nowhere to be seen. If memory serves you right, you knew exactly where the first aid kit was. You move quietly, taking big slow steps. Every sound you made seemed amplified. Your fingers grasp the handle of the drawer you were aiming for and pull.

There’s a loud screech. Your heart races. You turn your head slowly. Gojo seems to still be sleeping. You almost scream when he turns his body to face the wall. Your hand now against your mouth, you feel nauseous and foolish. Trying to regulate your breathing, you turn your attention  back to the drawer. You clasp the first aid kit with whitening knuckles.

“Taking without permission counts as stealing, you know,” says a voice you don’t immediately recognize.

You scream this time, throwing the first aid kit in the air. It lands with a clatter as you spin in place, breath refusing to come back into your lungs. You think your heart might burst, that you’ll throw up on the floor and your brand new school shoes when you spot Gojo Satoru now sitting casually on the edge of the bed.

It’s painful, the way your heart beats against your cage. It feels too big for the small space. It takes up enough room that it seems hard to breathe.

“I wasn’t stealing,” you say quietly, finding the sense to respond. Gojo Satoru doesn’t seem to care about your logic. He cards his long fingers through his platinum hair, brushing it off his forehead. The sun glimmers through the tall windows of the nurse’s office. Its light is bright, and it shines on Gojo’s fair skin, turning it slightly pink. You watch him wince and bring a hand to shield his eyes.

“Ohhh~” he quips at last, shutting his eyes as he paws at the top of the bedside table. Finally, his white fingers grasp his round dark sunglasses. Gojo quickly puts them on, his shoulders relaxing immediately. “So you’re a liar too. Two for two,” he finishes, bringing up his hand to hold up two fingers.

“I’m not lying!” you protest in a loud hiss, clutching your fists by your side. “I was borrowing it!”

Gojo grows quiet. You choose to take his possible contemplativeness for disinterest. It didn’t matter. You’d never speak to Gojo Satoru again after this. It wasn’t in the cards. You didn’t even hang in the same circles. You didn’t even have a circle. 

A wistful sigh flies out of your mouth before you can stop it. You flush, embarrassed at the sliver of hope that you didn’t  know you were still clinging on to. Desperate to remove yourself from this situation you kneel down to grab the abandoned first aid kit. It had flown open, sending bandaids, and bandages flying everywhere. You groan to yourself, clumsily gathering all the materials.

The thing with Gojo Satoru was that he didn’t think before he spoke. In fact, even if he did, he almost always said the wrong thing. It was something he would laugh off when brought up. He’d wave a large hand, flash a dazzling smile. It was enough to disarm even the most cautious person. They’d forgive and he would never have to face his own flaws head on. 

It still bothered him. It bothered him more than he could ever let on.

The dripping drop of blood from your knee down to your shin, soaking in on your white tube socks catches his attention. Gojo takes a deep breath and pushes off the mattress. You don’t seem to even be bothered by your scraped up knees, kneeling there, shoving things back into the first aid kit case haphazardly.

He kneels down beside you, as your fingers wrap around an iodine swab.

“Clumsy too!” he declares with amusement. You glance up to see his crooked smile, aimed at the top of your curly head. You look away quickly before he can notice the way heat beats on your cheeks until red. “I guess that’s three?” He asks you teasingly, turning his head and lowering himself to slip into your field of vision. He’s holding up those long annoying fingers again. 

You look up through your lashes, full of aggravation. He was not only handsome, but annoying. How many crimes could a tall freak like him commit at once? 

“So what?” you  reply with a pout. You’re trying to keep your tone neutral, but managing your facial expression is an entirely different problem. Gojo laughs silently at your sulking face. “Is that a crime? I’m not hurting anybody.”

“Yeah, nobody but your poor bony knees,” he says with a dramatic frown and pointing at your knees with an index finger. 

You suck your teeth and groan, really wishing he would stop pointing at you, or using his hands period. You pointedly ignore the fact that he called your knees bony. Was that an insult?

“Leave me and my bony knees alone,” you insist, nodding your head as you stand up. Gojo stands up with you,  holding on to some stray supplies you hadn’t gotten to shove back into the first aid kit. 

“Uh, sorry, can’t do that!” he declares with a shrug and a tilt of his head. His fluffy hair sways with his movements. It looks silky and soft. You’re annoyed again. 

“Why not?” you ask him, walking past him and towards the bed that Gojo Satoru had now abandoned. “You don’t even know me. It should be easy. Goodbye, Gojo Satoru!” you say sardonically, waving a hand as you plaster a fake smile on your lips. You drop the expression at once, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

Gojo stands in the middle of the nurse’s office, hands slipping into his pockets. You stare back at him, his tall imposing figure. His broad shoulders, and dark glasses make him surreal; something straight out of a book or a TV show. It reminds you of the big gap between the two of you. It’s unbearable to watch any further so you set the first aid kid on the bed, ready to finally patch up your knees and get back to your quiet school life.

“I do know you, actually,” Gojo says softly. His tone comes as a surprise. Usually he sounds playful, mischievous even. There was always something hidden in his words, like a riddle you couldn’t quite figure out. He approaches you as you look up, and takes the first aid kit from the bed.

You breathe out in frustration, ready to go to battle with him again when he takes a seat next to you. There’s a hitch in your breath, one that you try to hide with a cough. You hope the coughing fit also helps restart your heart because at the pace it’s going you might end up in heart failure before your junior year is over. Gojo grabs a few items from the kit that you just can’t seem to pay attention to. You’re too busy trying to calm the trembling in your hands. There’s a high pitch scream that echoes in your head, over and over, as Gojo gently pats the cuts and scrapes on your knees with a gauze.

“We’ve met before, actually,” he says as softly as before; just as softly, he drags an alcohol prep pad up your shin, cleaning the trail of blood that dried there. You try to hide the shiver that courses through your body by laughing sardonically. “You don’t remember. I’m wounded,” he says with playfulness back in his voice.

You feel more at ease when he finally puts large bandaids over each knee. Now you had two ugly knee pads. Wonderful.

“You’re lying,” you tell him as you pat your own knees before bouncing off the bed. There’s electricity in your feet, begging you to run out the door, far far away from Gojo Satoru. 

“Hmmm!” Gojo hums contemplatively; and there it was again: the riddle you couldn’t solve, the puzzle behind his small smile. “Am I?” He watches you, not moving from his bed as you back up to the door.

You’re almost out when you turn, feeling out of sorts and slightly guilty. 

“Thank you,” you say finally, forcing the words out. Your tongue feels stiff, unaccustomed to this much talking. “For the ugly knee pads.” You point down at them with a winding finger.

Gojo laughs softly, and nods.

“See you around, Knee Pads!” he declares with a grin, and drops backwards on the bed again. He folds his arms behind his head, as you gape at him, face turning red.

“My name is not Knee Pads!” you shout. You begin to formulate an argument, in fact you almost tell him your name until you realize that maybe this was part of his masterplan. “Huh. You almost got me there,” you tell him, pointing at him.

Gojo turns his head slightly to look at you from behind his sunglasses. “Huh?” he replies, confusion weaving in his voice. 

“Nothing,” you say. You hesitate, unsure why you couldn’t just leave, like you had wanted to all along. There was a sudden curiosity that grew inside of you. You wanted to know more. You wanted to know if he really had met you before. You wanted to know if he knew your name. How much did he know about you? You wanted to know why he was hiding out in the nurses’ office in the first place when he seemed perfectly fine.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. You roll your eyes at your own indecision and settle for the way things were. You were now Knee Pads, the thief, the liar, the clumsy one. Enough damage had been done. You didn’t need to give Gojo Satoru more reason to wound your pride.

You leave without another word, rubbing a sore spot on your chest, hoping the strange ache would go away on its own; never to return again.

[lambertdiary]

Dalton parents not being okay with dalton's relationship but he is still dating the reader and in final his parents understood that she is so good for him

Ohhh angst, I like it. (Also this turned out so long?)

Dalton’s parents were visiting him for the day, since they have barely seen him since uni started they decided to go see him and spend some time with him.

They got there kinda early and they went to town to have some breakfast, exploring around and Dalton showing them the places he was familiar with. He loved spending time with them and he had missed them too, a lot.

“Should we stick around here for lunch?” Renai asked as the morning was coming to an end.

“No” Dalton was quick to reply “I made plans with Y/N but you guys should join us” He said excited looking at both his parents, but they remained silent “What’s wrong?”

“Come on, we haven’t seen you in a while, let’s have lunch just the 3 of us” Josh tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but Dalton took a step back.

“Can I invite Y/N to come?” He had some suspicions about them not liking Y/N. They have met several times through facetime but after the first time they seemed a bit… distant with her and any time Dalton tried telling them about her they just moved on too quickly or completely ignored it, but now he had an answer.

“Like your dad said, why don’t we have lunch the 3 of us and you can see her when you go back to campus?”

Dalton scoffed and tried to collect his thoughts “Why can’t I invite my girlfriend?” 

The two parents looked at each other, probably not expecting to have to give him an explanation “We don’t… we don’t know if she’s right for you” Ranai said after a moment of silence.

“What? What do you mean?” 

“After everything that you’ve been through, son” Josh began “Whenever you tell us about her she’s dragging you around parties or all these places you don’t want to-”

“Didn’t you beg me to go to a frat party the first day I came here?” Dalton interrupted him.

“That’s not the point, she’s putting you in danger and it doesn’t seem like she’s there for you, ever” Josh was raising his voice, and Renai came up to him and placed a hand on his back to try to get him to stop.

“She’s always there for me! You’d know if you ever listened to me”

“We can forget about-”

“Didn’t you say she forced you to get rid of the night light?” Josh continued yelling.

“No, that’s not what happened. She started staying with me to try to help me get over my fear of the dark, and it worked because I didn’t need to sleep with the night light anymore so I got rid of it” Dalton was raising his voice too, so he took a deep breath to calm down “God, I can’t believe you twist my words just to find an excuse to not like her”

“Dalton, we’re sorry, your dad didn’t mean to-”

“But it’s not just dad, is it?” He asked, Renai didn’t say anything “I’m going back to campus” Dalton started walking away as he pulled out his phone to call an uber.

“Dalton, don’t do this” Renai tried to stop him.

“How do you think I feel knowing you guys don’t like my girlfriend?” He said not stopping.

He went back to campus, completely ignoring his parent’s calls or texts. Y/N was in Dalton's room waiting for him, he had called saying he would be back for lunch and that she should wait there. He sounded mad, and she knew it was about his parents so she was ready for him to vent. Surprisingly he didn’t, he just brushed it off saying they had to go earlier than expected and that he was just feeling tired, but she had no idea what actually happened, of course he would never tell her the real reason.

Weeks went by and Dalton still hadn’t talked to his parents, no matter how hard they tried to reach out to him. He was in a happy relationship for the first time in his life and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.

But Josh and Renai were feeling guilty, especially Renai. They knew what it felt like to be a teenager in a relationship, the pressure of a million different things would always be there and they hated to think they were one of them, and since Dalton was ignoring their calls they decided to go back and fix it. It was a long drive but they knew it was worth it.

Y/N and Dalton were in his dorm, it was a little early so they were still sleeping, but a call woke Dalton up. With his eyes barely open he looked at his screen, huffing when he saw it was his dad. He hung up and immediately went back to sleep, but then he received a text message.

Josh: We’re outside, can you open the door?

His eyes opened as soon as he read that, he looked beside him at Y/N, who was still peacefully sleeping “Fuck” He muttered under his breath, carefully leaving his bed and making his way to the door, taking a deep breath to mentally prepare himself before opening “What are you guys doing here?” He whispered.

“Well, you aren’t answering any of our calls-” Josh was the one to talk, but since he was being loud Dalton stopped him.

“Shhh” 

“Dalton? Are you having nightmares?” Y/N asked in a really low whisper, her voice still sleepy as she sat on the bed and rubbed her eyes. Josh and Renai looked at each other with widened eyes.

“No baby, don’t worry” He said, ready to leave his dorm and let his girlfriend go back to sleep.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“Just give me one minute, okay? I’ll be right back” He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him “What’s going on?”

“So she’s sleeping here now?”

“Josh- we’re sorry honey, we wanted to apologise for what happened”

“Yes, we’re very sorry”

“Okay, is that all?” Dalton asked, making Josh mad again.

“We come all the way here and that’s all you say?”

“You guys came here to try to fix a mistake YOU made, just because you’re saying sorry doesn’t mean I forgot about what you said about-” He stopped, remembering Y/N was inside and she could probably hear them, so he lowered his voice “I don’t want her to know” 

Ranai took a deep breath, it broke her heart to see Dalton like that “We came here not only to apologise but also to get to know her, we judged her and your relationship without properly meeting her so that’s what we want to do, we want to meet her and hopefully you’ll give us a second chance”

“Well, not right now, she’s sleeping”

“Right, well we plan to stick around all day so maybe later?” Renai asked with hopeful eyes. They drove all the way there so Dalton nodded slowly, he wouldn’t get rid of them this time and maybe it wasn’t fair, they were asking for a second chance.

“I’ll go talk to her and we can have breakfast together” He finally replied, making both his parents smile.

“Thank you” Renai had a big smile on her face.

He nodded again and was about to open the door “Dalton” Josh stopped him and Dalton turned to face him “Put on a shirt” He said, and Dalton rolled his eyes before going in.

[ayoharuko]

Genshin Boy's Scenario's

(When you wear a wedding dress pt: 5)

Helloo!! Omg its been WAY too long since I've written something for you guys, I'm super duper sorry but collage and life in general got so busy to be honest, even if I have been reblogging (Check out my reblog blog) but anyways. ENJOY!!

Also before we start, the reader here is female(She/Her) and if you guys don’t like the wedding dresses I've picked out. Your all free to decide/imagine what type of wedding dress you would want to wear! Enjoy!

Including: Kaveh & Cyno!

REMINDER: The characters here doesn't belong to me, they belong to Mihoyo and the pictures here belongs to their respective owners as well, lastly. This is all fictional so please try not to take these too seriously :)

"Everything HAS to be perfect" A familiar blond said as he was overthinking designs for your wedding.

Mind you, it was almost 4 in the morning, and your wedding was a week away, he was starting to get VERY overwhelmed...

" *Sighs* I...this will never be good enough..how am I going to give her the perfect wedding when I can't even do things right..." The architect leans his head on top of his desk and sulks, not knowing that you had awoken from your slumber and started looking for your fiancé.

"Kaveh? Honey?" You called out to him while approaching him, he immediately sat up straight and looked at you in shock while you grasped in horror.

Kaveh had huge bags under his beautiful eyes and he looked extremely tired....

"Honey...what are you doing still awake?" You asked holding his shoulders, worry in your e/c eyes.

"I..well.." He gestures to the papers scattered around his desk and you saw what seemed to be...pillars and an altar?

"Oh my sweet love..." You cooed at him and sat yourself on his lap, kissing his forehead and caressing his cheek with your slightly cold hand.

"We don't have to rush y'know?" You said smiling warmly at him, he hesitated but leaned into your touch, "I...I just wanted to surprise you and make sure you'll enjoy our wedding day..." He said closing his eyes and sighing.

"Well..you don't have to do that, everything will work out in the end my love, although I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy our wedding day I'd rather see you having fun and not stressin over it a week before our wedding day" You said in a lecturing tone.

"Sorry...I got too worried" He said chuckling and holding you tighter in his lap, "Alright, now that we have that settled, did you forget we have to go out later with Alhaitham?" You said now curling his golden hair in your fingers.

"Uhm...remind me where sweetheart? And why is Alhaitham gonna be with us?-" He stopped his sentence mid way as you looked at him with a 'Are you f*****g kidding me?' face.

Then it clicked in his head...you guys were going wedding dress hunting....

"Oh...I-i still don't know why Alhaitham has to go with us!" He argued, you giggled and just told him that you both should go back to bed and leave in the afternoon since you both know he needs the sleep.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈

"Baby? Sweetie? Wake up, we have to go now..." You whispered into his ear, the blond stirred and opened his eyes half way to see you leaning over his face sending him a smile, "An angel..." He whispered blushing slightly.

You giggled and smacked his arm and helped him get ready, he was still a little groggy but your kisses gave him more energy.

"Late to your own wife's fitting? typical Kaveh" Alhaitham looks at the both of you with a book in his hand, "Sorry Alhaitham...maybe having coffee after all this will suffice?" You said smiling at him as he nodded and turned to Kaveh who was glaring at him.

"Oh? Whats with that look on your face Kaveh?" The scribe asked cooly, "ohhh youu-" "Ah! It seems like the Bridal Stylist has arrived!" You said dragging Kaveh away from Alhaitham as you wanted no fights happening for the sake of everyone.

"You must be Miss L/n?" She asked as she smiled kindly at us, you nodded and the whole 'Picking the Dress' process had begun.

Oh how chaotic it was.

"I think this dress would be more comfortable to wear than the one Kaveh had picked" Alhaitham said as he held a beautiful dress up while Kaveh snarls at him.

"I'm the soon to be husband so I know that this dress would be more comfortable to wear than that" He said with full confidence.

You watched as they both bickered over and over again, after a minute you finally had enough and told them to just wait outside the store...

They both sat outside on chairs kindly provided by the owner, "You have quite the gentlemen accompanying you Miss" She said as you sighed tiredly while holding 2 dresses.

"You have nooo idea...my best friend and fiancé are 2 completely different people.." You said as you continued looking at other dresses, "Yet I do know they care for each other...in their own tiny way" The owner chuckled at your words and you both continued finding your dream dress.

"Could you stop sulking Kaveh? If you want to see her then go back inside" The scribe said almost rolling his eyes at the architect who glares at his best friend man but took his advice and went back inside the shop calling out for you and the owner.

"We're back here hon!" You yelled, the sound coming from one of the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

He went towards it and the curtains were pulled back by the owner who was smiling brightly at him, "Are you ready to see your bride dear?" She asked making sure that the curtains are still hiding you.

He gulped and blushed while nodding eagerly, she giggled and revealed your stunning form while wearing a simple yet elegant dress that the owner actually picked for you.

"Oh wo-wow..." The blonds mouth was dry and he couldn't talk out the words he wanted to say, too speechless and in awe of your beauty, it was you who snapped him out of his trance with a hand waving in front of his face, the owner had already left you both for your privacy.

"So...how do I look?" You asked twirling around for him, the dress elegantly twirling as Kaveh's breath goes away for a second.

"I-I...you look amazing! Radiant!" He said phrasing you with an obvious blush in his face, you giggled and kissed his cheeks muttering a thanks.

"Looks like I found my dress, lets go pay for it my love" You said kissing him on the lips this time, he cheerfully agreed and you both payed for the dress and thanked the kind owner for everything (She gave you guys a discount!)

"Sorry for making you wait Alhaitham" You said smiling at him, he sighs and nods, "Kaveh, why do you look like you lost your mind?" He asked the blond who still hasn't gotten the image of you in the grown out of his head.

"S-Shut up Alhaitham" He said grabbing your hand and securing the white box containing your dress and started walking while pulling you with him, "He-Hey! We shouldn't just leave him hon!" You yelled in protest as your friend watches you both walk away with lidded eyes. his actually happy for you both don't worry lol

Overall, you all had a chaotic start to your day but it ended with bickering, laughs, dinner, sweets and lots of love ♡

"Cyno..honey...do I look....ugly in this dress? You don't have to lie just be honest..." You asked wearing a ballgown dress with a teary expression.

"You look like....a Mother Hen." He said with a blank face being brutally honest and Tighnari smacked his friends head (Cyno wasn't wearing his helmet) while Nilou pushed you back into the dressing room.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈ Hours Earlier ⧖ ⧗ ⋈

You, Nilou and Tighnari were currently walking towards a Bridal Store since you needed to get fitted and find the perfect gown for you!

"So Cyno will try and finish his work so he can catch up with us here?" The forest ranger asked in a flat tone.

"Well yes ahaha..." I said laughing nervously as Tighnari deadpanned at this, "The General Mahamatra is always busy...but he always makes time for you right Y/n?" Nilou asked in a gentle tone one different from Tighnari's.

"He does...so you don't have to scold him later when he gets here Tighnari" I said nudging him while Nilou giggled softly.

We reached our destination and went inside the shop and got greeted by the shop keeper, she pushed Nilou and I to the dressing room which was actually big and had space for 5 people and started measuring me while Nilou assisted her.

Cyno sighed as he took off his Matra helmet and went inside the bridal shop, looking around he saw Tighnari looking at some of the gowns all around.

"Wheres Y/n and Nilou?" He asked the ranger and Tighnari turned around and smacked his head and started scolding him right away.

"Not requesting a day off and coming with us is really disgraceful to Y/n ya know" He said giving a blank stare at the General.

"S-Sorry...their were some urgent matters that had to be taken care of in the desert" Cyno said in a low tone as he crossed his arms.

Tighnari sighed and answered his last question, "As for your question: Y/n and Nilou are both in the dressing rooms, all we have to do is wait for them" He said his ears flopping slightly.

"Alright we're done taking your measurements! Now your free to pick whatever dress you want, don't forget to fit them so you know what it looks like" The shop keeper said smiling warmly at us.

Me and Nilou thanked the owner and we all went out of the dressing rooms, I then saw my soon to be husband and immediately ran to him and gave him a tight yet loving hug.

"You made it!" I said with pure happiness, he pat my back and I let go of him, "So, operation: find a good dress is a go!" I said flowing with determination and we four slit in two groups, I was with my future hubby while Nilou and Tighnari were together.

You ended up trying a ballgown on but Cyno did say you looked like a mother hen soo you all continued the search for 'The One'

From what seemed like hours Nilou came to you and gave you three gowns to try and they looked very different from each other.

As you were getting help from the owner to try them on one by one, Nilou asked Cyno to sit outside the shop first.

"But why?" The general asked curiosity in his eyes, "Hehe, you don't have to know for now. We'll just call you back in! Don't worry it won't take too long" The dancer said giggling while pushing him out of the shops door.

Tighnari watched this with a sigh and they both waited for you to finish fitting in the first gown.

"Uh...no, it makes me look a little too...sexy?" You said and the dress did look too sexy so you declined and went onto the second one and Tighnari hated it while Nilou loved it it was a mermaid dress.

The last dress was actually perfect but a little too pricey....

Tighnari and Nilou said it looked beautiful and looks easier to wear in the desert since your wedding will take place in Aaru Village and the desert does tend to be windy.

Yes. I think you found your perfect dress aka 'The One'

"Cyno, you can come in now!" Nilou said with a very happy smile, Cyno walked through the door and his eyes sparkled when it was casted on you.

To him it felt like you casted a spell on him all over again, you blushed and smiled at his reaction while Tighnari and Nilou decided to give you two some needed privacy (They went outside of the shop)

The shops keeper was also busy so you both were completely alone, taking this chance: Cyno walked over to you and held your hand with the ring on it, "Your gorgeous Rouhi..." He said kissing that same hand with the ring on.

Your heart swooned and you hugged him tightly, "I'm so ready to spend my life with you..." You said sighing happily.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, it was the shop owner who looked at you both with a smile.

You and Cyno immediately mad some distance from each other with blushing faces, as the owner chuckled.

"Would you like me to box your dress?" She asked and you thanked her and went back into the dressing rooms to change back into your old outfit.

As soon you were done you gave her the dress and she boxed it for you while Cyno (He insisted) payed for the dress.

Once you both finished thanking the owner for everything you and Cyno walked out of the shop to see Nilou and Tighnari waiting patiently and when they saw you two they smiled.

"Soo...operation: find a good dress is went great?" Tighnari asked nudging you, "It didn't just go great, it was amazing!" You said smiling brightly while Cyno slightly smiled as well.

"Do you both wanna come over for dinner?" You asked the two and they wanted to refuse but in the end you forced them.

Your day ended with an amazingly cooked dinner to you and Cyno having some early honeymoon celebration on your bed~

Thank you so much for reading this far! ᐢᗜᐢ

Since Christmas Vacation is near for me I'm planning (don't know if I'll actually do it tho) to have a Christmas week fluff oneshots!

Since I pretty much didn't write anything for Halloween and my brain feels empty whenever I think about weather I should do No Nut November headcanons for different characters from different fandoms I write on...I might just do-

Anyways! Thank you again for being patient and reading this far, I hope you enjoyed reading!~♡

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter IX

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Reunited and it feels so good

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), unsafe driving practices, p in v, fluff

Unfortunately, you can’t leave work early, so you’re pulling in the parking lot right as he’s walking out.

You barely get your car parked before you’re jumping out and Bob’s pulling you in his arms.

A choked sob escapes as he squeezes you against his chest. “God I missed you.” He says into your hair.

You pull back, rubbing your thumb under the cut on his cheek. “I missed you too”.

You hear familiar footsteps behind you and Bob releases you for Bradley to hug you next. You gush over Nat’s ring and pat Jake on the back. Penny calls out that anyone is welcome at their house for a few drinks. You’re desperate to get Bob alone, but you can wait until after.

Everyone starts to file out of the lot as you pick up Bob's duffle to put in your trunk. “Hey, hey, hey. I’ve got that.” He tsks, taking it from you. “Will you open the trunk?”

You nod and hit the button on your key fob. You fail to stile a yawn as he walks back around. “Want me to drive? You worked all day and I got a nap earlier.” He asks, holding his hand out for your keys.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I hate driving” you reply, placing them in his palm, and pull him in for a kiss. You deepen it, licking into his mouth as he groans. His hands cup your ass and pull you into him, rubbing his erection on your stomach. “I didn’t think you could get hotter, then I saw you in scrubs” he mumbles against your lips.

You pull back laughing. “Is that so? Got a little bit of a nurse kink? Do you need me to check your temperature? I take it the old-fashioned way…” you wink, pinching his butt before walking around to the passenger side.

You rest your hand on his inner thigh as shifts into drive. As soon as he’s out of the parking lot, your hand moves up to palm him. You lean over the console to kiss his jaw to his ear.

You unbutton his pants and pull him out. “I thought…aren’t you tired?” He stutters out, sighing as you stroke him.

“I just wanted you to drive,” you whisper against his ear, “so I could do this…” You duck your head and swallow him down.

“Ohhh. Sunny, fuck.” he groans lowly, steering with his left hand while his right grips your ponytail, pushing you a little farther down before pulling you up to repeat the motion.

“God, your mouth. Those pretty pouty lips you love to bite, that wicked tongue,” you flick your tongue against his frenulum causing him to inhale sharply. “That tongue is gonna get you in trouble someday”. You moan around him.

“I’m getting close” he pants out as you feel the car slow down for a yellow light. His body tenses suddenly and releases his tight grip on your ponytail. “Shit. Sunny, wait. There’s a cop behind us. Don’t move.”

Knowing they can’t see anything, you take him deeper into your mouth and he curses, but doesn’t stop you.

Your hand reaches to play with his balls as you bob up and then down again, a little deeper each time. You swallow around him while gently tugging on his sack and he cums with a drawn out groan.

You swallow it with a moan and he shivers, on the brink of overstimulation. His foot lets off the brake and you keep your head down, tucking him into his pants.

“Okay, you’re good,” he tells you as he turns right and the cop car continues straight.

“Holy shit…that was insane” he laughs after a beat. You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and laugh too.

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Bob calls Annie from the driveway while you run up to your apartment to grab Steve and change out of your scrubs.

He’s hangs up as you let Steve go at the bottom of the steps. Bob crouches down to greet him. “Steven! Hey buddy, I missed you. Were you good for mama—Miss Sunny?” You act like you didn’t hear that Freudian slip.

“He was such a good boy. Watered all the plants by the garage, protected me from a squirrel, but hid behind me when we passed a sketchy-looking seashell on our walk yesterday”.

“That is a good boy,” he gives him a few pats as he rises, holding the door open for you.

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Your face hurts from laughing as you and Bob head up to your apartment a few hours later. Amelia had a friend over and begged to let Steve stay with them.

Jake and Nat were heading home too. You had asked Bradley if he wanted to come up but he declined as he, Javy and Mickey were gonna hit the town and then crash at his place after, which was a relief, you didn't want him to be alone tonight.

You locked the door and went up behind Bob, gently wrapping your arms around his torso. “I feel gross. I hate getting into bed after the ER without a shower first. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah, a shower sounds good.”

You lead him to the bathroom and undress him slowly, pressing your lips to each bump and bruise you uncover. Thankfully it’s not as bad as you’d imagined. You turn the water on and undress yourself before getting in. You wash his hair and help him rinse it out to avoid soaking the sutures. He does yours next, and you melt as his fingers massage your scalp. You take turns washing each other too. It’s not sexual but is intimate.

“To bed?” You ask as you finish toweling off. He nods but you can tell he’s apprehensive.

“There’s no pressure. We don’t have to do anything, okay?” You tell him, ghosting your lips over his.

“I want to. So much.”

You smile and take him by the hand.

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You climb into bed and he crawls over you, leaning down for a kiss. You run your fingers gently over his chest, avoiding the bruises. You lightly pinch his nipples and are rewarded with a shudder and drips of precum on your stomach.

He trails down your neck with wet, open mouth kisses. He sucks a nipple into his mouth before softly biting, while his fingers pinch the other. You whimper and run your fingers into his hair. He teases you into a frenzy until you’re begging him for relief. “Just returning the favor, since you like teasing me so much” he murmurs against your tummy as he finally obliges and continues his journey south.

He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit without warning, causing your back to arch and fingers to tighten in his hair. He eats you out like a man starved, using his chin, lips, tongue, and nose. You watch him devour you; eyes closed, ass clenching as he ruts into the mattress. “Sososoclose” you whimper.

He moans as he grabs your ass to pull your hips closer, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. You cry out, fingers tugging at his hair as the pleasure rolls over you. He laps at you gently as you come down. “I could stay here forever” he mumbles against your thigh, placing a final gentle kiss to your clit. He chuckles as you jolt and then kisses his earlier path up your body.

You pick your head up to meet him for a kiss as he settles his hips between your legs.

“Waitwaitwait, do you have any condoms? I’m sorry, I didn’t think to pack any.” He asks, voice strained.

“I think I do. But I’m on the pill, and I’m clean…I got tested after I found Derek cheating. I haven’t been with anyone since. So we don’t need one unless you want one, which is okay too.”

He shakes his head “No, it’s okay. I trust you.”

Your hand snakes between you two and he hisses when you grip his erection and drag his head through your arousal for lubrication, catching him on your entrance. “Ready?”

He nods. “I’m ready”.

He leans down to kiss you again, arms sliding under you. He flexes his hips and slowly begins to push into you.

You gasp against his lips. “Ohh God, you’re big”.

He shudders and tucks his head into your neck as he pulls out to push in again, deeper this time. “Christ Sunny, you feel amazing,” he pants, pulling back once more before burying himself fully.

He waits, trembling but giving you a second to his size before moving again. He groans out praises as he thrusts into you in a slow rhythm, his tip kissing your g-spot each time. “So tight and perfect. Fuckkkk you take it so well.”

You mewl, hands running down his back to grab his ass, pulling him against you so his pubic bone rubs your clit. “I can’t-I’m gonna…cum“ he grits out, trying to hold on, but you’re already there.

You cry out as your back arches. Your pussy tightens around him like a vice and he cums inside you with a low groan.

He rolls off you, pulling you with him to lay on his chest. His heart is racing under your ear. Yours is too.

“That was…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

“Yeah. That was.” he chuckles breathlessly.

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He holds you as you trace the ridges of his abs You break the comfortable silence after a few minutes. “Bob?”

“Yeah, Sun?”

“Do you remember what you said yesterday? Before you hung up? You ask.

“Yeah, I—“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Because…I do too. I know you probably said it out of habit and I know it’s too soon, but I’ve never felt like this before,” you pick up your head to look at him, “You let me be myself, you encourage it actually. You’re so kind, loving, selfless, observant…I just—I don’t know. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you.”

He stares at you with an unreadable expression. Oh fuck, said too much too soon.

“I’m sorry, that was…a lot. It’s okay if you don’t feel—“

He stops you with a kiss and pulls you on top of him. “No…I feel it too. I realized I was in love with you when I deployed. It felt like I left part of myself behind. I was planning on keeping it to myself for a while until I was sure you felt the same, but my subconscious had other ideas,” he chuckles.

“I love the way you brighten every room you enter, how you listen so intently when people talk to you—you make them feel like what they’re saying is important, which is really nice when someone is quiet or shy like me. I love that you’re there for Bradley, and Jake, and Natasha, and I just love you” he finishes, a blush staining his cheeks.

Tears (once again) are steaming from your eyes as you lean in to kiss him.

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Bob was insatiable.

You’d always thought that ‘making love’ was just another term for having sex.

The way he said so much without saying a word while he touched, teased, and fucked you showed you just how wrong you were.

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Alrightttttt. I’m wrapping this one up and will be starting Bradley’s story next. I will likely come back to write more smut for Sunny and Bob too.

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A/N: For Trey's bday and also my brain can't stop thinking about this. I gotta go crazy(mera i'm stealing your naming of magicord thank u)

Prologue | Sex Doll! AU | Yan! Trey Clover x Reader TW/CW: Reader is a NEET, self harm idealization, bad coping mechanisms

You're attending your brother's wedding, right?

The text is simple and innocuous. It’s a perfectly reasonable question. There's no hidden sub context that your mother would leave in such a sentence. Yet it sends cold sweat running down your back as you begin to bite your nails anxiously. 

Weddings meant people. People meant socializing and having to answer questions such as “So what are you up to these days?” or “Do you have a partner?” all while smiling and trying not to rip your own skin off.

You end up gnawing off a chunk of your nail off subconsciously, still stuck on the bright screen boasting the text message. Your thumb hovers over the textbox, unsure of what to even reply with that wasn’t a solid “hell no”. It wasn’t your brother or anything, and it would probably be nice seeing him again, but not when there’s the added pressure of other people and even worse, the subtle judgment that would definitely ensue at seeing your current form.

Sighing, you switch off your phone. You’ll come back to it later. Darkness claims your room again, but your sight’s adjusted well enough that you manage to avoid stepping on the various candy wrappers and instant noodle cartons littered around the floor. Pushing past the trash bags in the kitchen, you open your fridge and curse internally. Right. You ate the last frozen pizza from your stash. And of course, there’s nothing in your fridge besides milk.

You’ve no energy to go walking to the grocery store, so you lumber back to your room like a zombie, picking up your phone again and switching the tab to the maps to look at take out places. A Magicord message notification banner comes up, distracting you temporarily from debating which takeout place would be the cheapest to get delivery from. 

{21:37}: ohhh my seven, look at what they release!d!! [image attachment]

The image boasts a handsome man with sharp green eyes and long curved horns. He’s smirking as he brandishes a large staff at the viewer. A familiar gothic logo is splayed next to the figure. You roll your eyes. Of course your friend is going crazy over the newest Twisted Wonderland android lineup. She’s been going on and on about how their models are the hottest designs around and how cool they were. She even has several around (Sea Witch knows how much it cost) if you remembered correctly.

{21:38}: whos that lol

{21:38}: COME ON ISN’T HE HOT

{21:39}: it’s literally a robot what

{21:39}: 🙄 can’t even appreciate hot looking robots smh

You huff a tired laugh at the enthusiasm she has, even at a relatively late hour. Still though, you’re much too drained and worried to indulge in her endless fangirling.

{21:41}: i’ll start appreciating robots if it means i don’t have to deal with my brother’s wedding

Just as you settle on a fast food place for takeout, another message banner pops up and makes your eyes blink and widen.

{21:45}: wait bet?

Oh Seven–

{21:46}: bruh. dont you dare do smth stupid

{21:47}: >:3c

{21:48}: i swear to the seven what r u doing

{21:51}: dw bout it

You squint at your messages with suspicion before deciding it wasn’t worth your time to play mind games with her. A notification pops up about your delivery and estimation time for your food and you decide to take a well needed shower before the poor unfortunate soul could come face to face with you. 

When you finally leave the bathroom feeling somewhat better and refreshed, a knock echoes on your apartment door. Great timing. When you open the door, however, it’s not a person holding a plastic bag that greets you, but a man with a huge box next to him. Your mouth opens and closes silently in confusion as the man doesn’t even blink as he holds out a clipboard for you.

“Signature, please.” He blandly says, as if you weren’t standing there gaping at him with baggy eyes with dripping hair.

“I-I, uh, I didn’t order anything?” You try to reassure yourself that the delivery man messed up your neighbor’s order, calming the flaring nerves as best you can before your brain starts shutting down. “I think you got the wrong place.”

The man purses his lips and checks the clipboard. “Are you [First] [Last]?” 

“Oh, uh, yes?” You’re taken aback. Did you order something off of Sam’s Shop and forget about it? 

“Then it’s for you. Signature, please. I need confirmation you received the item.” The man looks bored out of his mind and you’re not willing to make a bigger nuisance of yourself than necesscary, so you hastily take the pen and sign your name in a barely legible scrawl. The man drones an insincere thank you out before turning on his heel and leaving right away, leaving you with a huge box that will no doubt break your back if you tried to pick it up.

After much sweat and puffing, you manage to scoot the box into your apartment hallway, before you give up and decide that was enough. Picking up your phone again, several notifications show up on your lock screen.

[Your food delivery is delayed by: 10 minutes]

{22:30}: teehee, enjoy the free gift UwU

{22:31}: and no its not the new malleus guy. i gotchu smth u would like

{22:32}: YOUR WELCOME

You have half a mind to call her and start yelling her ears off, but that takes energy and effort that you’re not willing to afford right now. So you rub the bridge of your nose and take deep breaths in and out, and remind yourself you can’t afford to be in jail for a murder.

Okay. It seems that your friend got ahead of herself and got you an android that you probably will hate and even worse, would be expensive as hell to maintain. That’s fine. This is fine. You could probably just return the box or something. 

Still, curiosity burns in you at what lays inside the package. You’re well aware that Twisted Wonderland has a variety of models, so what did your friend even get you? Couldn’t be a RSA model, they were often sold out and when they were in stock, it was always limited. 

Ah, screw it. Throwing your inhibitions to the wind, you scour your drawers to find that dollar store razor you keep for situations like these and start tearing into the tape and cardboard. Finally managing to clear the tape, you open up the top of the cardboard box and your eyes widen at the contents.