#please don't mind the length!! just getting back into the hang of writing <3 )

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @legendarylullaby

     The first time he understands touch as a language stolen from him is not the first time it burns him.

     It's around the eighth, or the tenth, or some other approximate number he doesn't actually want to remember. Kakariko's well had been the last straw — or maybe just the biggest, in the sense that it was one of the biggest explosions of a loss he would feel before Navi.

     This is a wound that likes to reopen itself. Scar tissue pulling apart every time he's faced with the threat of a hand, no matter how gentle. He's come to tend to it himself over the years: stitching it closed with old threads and accepting it as some interminable hurt. Link can't erase it any more than he can perfectly speak.

     But he can go further than merely surviving it, and with someone like Zelda—

     There must be a word for the way her hand fits in his.

     Without the separation of gloves nor gauntlets, her warmth is felt in its almost heady entirety. If he focuses hard enough, he might be able to count the beats of her pulse against his palm, imagined as a match to the drum his own heart makes of itself in the wake of her skimming fingers. As she goes up, a river of sensation — soft and shivery and filling — cascades down. He squeezes: her hand on one side, his fist over his knee on the other. Her voice is such a sweet thing in the silence.

     In this unremarkable space of another campsite for another night, Link is remarkably loved.

     He holds onto this as she brushes along his hair. This, the weight of her care and all its reassurances: guiding his breaths past tight and quiet, gently smoothing over the stinging in his scalp, pulling him back from the edge of awful memories. His head dips an inch in relief, and when Zelda's hand trails down to hold the line of his jaw — fingers a tingling warmth — he has to laugh again. A little incredulous, a little shy, maybe even a little watery. Above all though, fond.

     So very, very fond.

     Words still lost to the intensity of everything he's feeling, he hums in reply. A nod follows, as sincere as the smile pushing at his cheeks, then he's opening his eyes to catch her gaze. Link lifts his free hand to rest it over the one cupping his jaw. Slowly, he traces the path her wrist makes to her elbow. To her shoulder. With how far they've now come, pushing and trusting and redefining the boundaries set on them by wills not their own, it's near impossible to look away.

     He strokes the back of curled fingers down her cheek, light and careful. When he turns his hand over, it's in a question that hovers a hair's breadth away from her cheek; a touch he wants to return. Can he...? Can I?

[luveline]

Jade, my beloved!! <3

What about reader going over to Eddie's trailer and Roan starts clinging to reader, and Eddie tries to apologize but reader absolutely does not mind at all and happily carries Roan around? (The way you write kiddos is so sweet😭)

omg YES thank you . girl dad Eddie forever <3 | fem!reader

You and Eddie (and Roan, his mirror image daughter) have been on one date.

It's not easy getting to know someone when they bring their baby but you'd figured it was the only reasonable option. He's gonna have her for the rest of his life and you wouldn't have it any other way besides, so you'd told him to bring her and you'd stuffed her full of chocolate cake. You'd wanted her to like you.

You might've done too good a job.

Eddie called you after the date — the next morning, to your delighted surprise — and told you how much fun he had. How he'd love to see you again. You'd enough butterflies to lose your mind and told him absolutely, yes, but what day's good for you?

So your next date is a week away. You're eager to see him again. You're excited to see his daughter, too, because she'd been lovely and sweet, quiet though she'd certainly known how to throw a tantrum.

Eddie calls you two days after the first phone call and says, "Listen, do you want to come over for dinner?"

"Now?"

"If you're not busy."

So here you are. Standing outside of his trailer home in Forest Hills Trailer Park with a teddy bear in one hand and a bottle of sparkling cider in the other, nervously shifting from foot to foot and wondering if maybe you should've brought wine. Or beer. But no, right? He has a baby. Kind of.

You knock and wait. There's scrambling feet, obviously smaller footsteps pittering over the floor and then a bang against the door. You flinch and wait.

"Hello?" you call.

"Oh, shit," someone says from further away. "I'm coming!"

"Shit," a little voice echoes.

"No!" Eddie calls, horrified.

Quick footsteps. The deadbolt slides free and the door opens.

Eddie's shepherded Roan behind him just enough to let you in. "You can't say that, babe. It's a bad word," he tells her, face hidden behind a sheet of messy curls.

Roan doesn't take any notice of him. She's stopped dead behind him in an actual princess dress. Tiny clip on earrings hang from her small earlobes and her dark curls are pulled up into dainty pig tails. Her lips part and expose the pink of tongue and all her pearly baby teeth, and then she screams.

"Yes!" she says, and throws herself at you.

Her arms wrap around your legs and her face rubs into your thighs. When you don't hug back she looks up at you with wide brown eyes, all her dad's, and blinks.

"Baby, you can't-" Eddie sighs and scrubs a hand across his jaw. "I'm sorry," he apologises.

You hold out the teddy bear and the cider and he takes both on instinct. Hands free, you lean down to give Roan a tentative hug.

"Hi, princess. I'm happy to see you too, and in your lovely dress! You look so pretty," you baby-talk, bubbly and light and very, very enamoured by the warmth of her small body clutching your thighs.

"She- I said you were coming and she told me she had to wear the princess dress," Eddie explains.

You turn your attention from your cuddle and find him as handsome as you'd left him last Thursday. He's dressed not nearly as fancy as he had been, though this feels more him. A band t-shirt, a pair of black jeans. His tattoos play stark over the length of his arms.

This is more like it.

"Yeah? Good, she should wear it. She's pretty as any princess I've seen."

Eddie tries to separate your clinger so he can shut the door but Roan adamantly refuses it.

"Up," she says, hands grabbing.

"Roan, Y/N doesn't want to-"

"Up please!"

You don't have a clue how to pick up a toddler so you squat down. Roan wraps her arms around your neck and squeals with happiness as you stand. The tulle of her skirt is scratchy under your palms.

"You really don't have to," Eddie says. He sounds worried.

You meet his eyes and try to adjust your hold until she's comfortable as you say, "Hey, it's okay. If it's okay with you?"

He's still for a moment.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's okay," he says softly.

You smile until he smiles back.

Roan pulls away from your neck to touch your neck. You shiver at her cold hands and rub up the length of her back. "Are you cold?" you fret.

"She just had an ice pop."

You raise your eyebrows at him. Dipping your head toward your shoulder, you fix your knowing gaze on Roan. "Is that so? What flavour do you like? No, let me guess..." You take in the purple at the corner of her mouth and beam. "Grape yeah? I like grape too. You have good taste."

"Can I get you a drink?" Eddie asks, wielding the apple cider.

Talking to Roan is a piece of cake. Talking to her dad is nowhere near as easy. You feel like you're in school again as he watches you, your lips curving into a funny excuse for a smile.

"Please."

He disappears to the kitchenette. You press Roan's chest to yours and search their living room for details, curious and hungry to know more about them. They've got a thousand things, not a lick of space between toys, so many toys, pinks and purples like a wave carpeting the floor.

There's a small square table painted pink outfitted by saucers and teacups. There are three chairs, two pink and plastic and one a wooden drum stool, and at each sits a teddy bear.

"Having a party?" you ask.

Roan nods at you. "A tea party."

"A tea party!" you echo, impressed by her neat pronunciation. She's precious when she isn't on her knees screaming.

"For Teddy," she says.

"Yeah? Which one's Teddy?"

She turns to the table and points at the pink bear with a missing ear.

"Why don't you finish your tea party, Roan?" Eddie asks, then says to you, quieter, "You can put her down if you want to."

You take that as a You should put her down now and start to bend. Roan wraps her arms around your neck and clings, knees digging into your sides.

"No," she moans miserably.

"Baby," Eddie starts.

"No," she says again, meaner. You swoop her back up toward your chest, worried she'll start crying.

You feel awkward because it's obvious Eddie is embarrassed by her showing off. She starts to whine loudly and he gets worse, sending you an apologetic look as he approaches.

You can hear the apple cider sparkling away in the glasses in his hands, he talks to her that gently. "Roan, Y/N can't hold you all night, baby. She wants a drink. You don't like carrying Teddy all day, do you?"

Roan cries.

"It's really okay. I don't mind, I promise," you say.

The 'I promise,' comes out ridiculous. Too warm. Too genuine.

Eddie beams at you, almost haphazard. "Okay, awesome, because she's about to go nuclear and I don't think we'll survive it."

"Does she scream?"

"Full nine yards, slaps her hands on the floor, rolls around."

You gasp. "No! No way, do you really show off like that?" you ask her sympathetically. "I can't believe you'd ever do something like that, you're such a sweetheart. Is your daddy telling me lies?" You stroke down her cheek until she laughs, tickled. "He's lying, isn't he?"

"If you stick around long enough you'll see."

You don't flinch. "I can't wait."

Roan giggles wildly as you tickle down into the crease of her neck. You laugh in response, completely infected by her joy.

"She has a really lovely laugh," you praise.

"She's not the only one," Eddie says seriously.

You meet his gaze over her bunches and wrinkle your nose at him when he winks.

He's a real charmer when he wants to be. You're just dying to be charmed.

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more eddie and roan

[kkuzushi]

" 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 "

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!heizou x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: (slight?) himbofication, nipple play, overstimulation, praise, degradation, cock can be interpreted as strap

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.05k

✦ 𝗻otes: I do apologize for my inexperience in writing smut, please enjoy nonetheless. <3

Taking part in the Tenryou Commission, the job has its own set of pros and cons. Although you didn’t expect that a certain mischievous individual would get attached to you just after a month of settling into your position.

Is this one of the pros or cons? Or maybe something in between that? You weren’t sure, all that filled your mind right now is how a red haired detective is pushed right against a wooden table by you, his own hands clutching onto your shoulders.

Lower garments hanging on the chair behind you, covert areas being exposed to the lustful eyes of the detective. What was supposed to be a teasing peck turned into a whole make out session.

As your tongue mingle with his, your hands goes up from the edge of the table to his shirt. Is it even a shirt? The lateral parts of his torso are easily exposed, just a single side glance could reveal those cute nipples of his.

Speaking of nipples, your fingers easily swayed those buds, returning a squeal from the male.

“Mphff~ s-shenstive ffthere..~ ♡♡” his mewls vibrated right into your mouth, a slight shiver being sent down your spine. The sounds he let out only motivated you to pinch his nipples, a loud “a-hAH~!” emerging out of him right after.

The simple stimulation of fingers circling around made his nipples hard, even earning you soft moans.

As you pulled away, he immediately whined, “noOoo.. I want more!~”, only for you to reply with, “Patience, Heizou.” The man continued to whine either way but now it's much softer after hearing your tone.

You grab his thighs and lift him up on the table. As if to take a hint, Heizou spread his legs open for you, revealing his hard cock that's already leaking with precum.

"Already?" A mocking smirk formed in your lips as you looked again at Heizou, "Don't you have any manners, you slut?"

It was an insult yet it made the man's excitement grew more, the way his cock twitched right after the word 'slut' left your mouth served more than just a small evidence.

Not wasting enough time, your hand quickly came in contact with his length, stroking him quick enough to surprise him.

"uMNGFF- ahnn~! ♡" Heizou moaned, his hands grabbing the edge of the table as his legs rubbed together, squirming right under your touch.

Few more strokes of your palm was enough to send the detective reeling with uncontrollable moans.

The high pitched notes he let out were perfect, angelic even; unfortunately for him—it's over. His eyes opened wide, a confused yet dazed expression left his face once he felt your hand end the pleasure he so enjoyed.

Your palm was full of sticky, white fluid. Using it as lubricant, you spread it on your own strap, prepping it just for your detective.

"Ready?" You hummed, leaning your hips forward as your tip hit right in his entrance. Heizou nodded frantically before you finally pushed yourself right in.

"aaHHN~!! ♡" A loud moan that could be mistaken as a scream left his throat, his arms now wrapping around your neck, his nails digging right into your skin.

"Fuck, so warm.." You grunted. No matter how many times you both have done this secretly, he's still tight as ever.

You loved him this way.

As you fully bottomed out, it took a few seconds before Heizou was already begging you, "Fuck me. Fuck me! Turn me into your toy!"

At least he was ready now, your hips starting to thrust back and forth, your hands placed on his hips. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room, your pace speeding as Heizou's volume increased at the same time.

"You like this? Turning into my toy?" You chuckled, grunting with every thrust you give him. "Y-Yeshh~ love iiT-AH?!" his sentence was interrupted with a loud moan. It seems like you've hit his prostate.

You smirked once you felt that soft area, now you can abuse it to your heart's content. Hips moving to and fro, nails digging to your back, you could just cum on the spot.

His eyes rolled back, "h-hah- feelsh shoo goodffh~! ♡♡", moans streaming out of his throat with his tongue lolling out.

"hngh! gonna cum~ aahh~!!" Heizou screamed, his trembling legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The more you thrust, the more he could feel that tightening knot grow in his stomach.

"Go on then, cum for me like the whore you are," permission granted by you. Soon enough, strings of cum shot out to his stomach and yours.

Of course, this isn't the end. He's not the only one who can have fun with this. "Good boy," you coo directly to his ear, gentler thrusts from you helped him ride out his high.

"But it's not over yet," you whispered, eyes widening once he feels your hands manhandle him—turning him to his back. Now you can get a better look of his ass.

One sharp thrust, he's reeling with moans, "nnGHAA~ shenshitiveee!~ ♡" which earned a smirk from you. This was your favorite thing to do, overstimulate your little detective.

A few more thrusts made his legs give out, back arching as he could only rely on the support of your hands, and your tip hitting right into his already abused prostate.

"sho full~ your whore is sho fullll!" he mewled against the table, his cheeks nuzzling right on the edge as he tries to look at your ecstatic expression.

"My whore?"

"Your whore!"

Heizou was so fucked dumb, he thinks of himself as your whore already! To reward him, your thrust turned rough and fast, gripping into his ass.

You didn't even need to fuck him that long as you were already feeling his hole tightening around your heat, causing a moan out of you.

It was getting hard to thrust, his walls suffocating you. "I'm gonna cum," you warned, to which he replied with, "i-inside! cum inside..!"

As he tells you his last wish, you came right inside. Warm liquid filling him to the brim, making him cum as well.

Your thrusts get slower, just enough to ride out both highs. "That's a good whore, you took me so well," you praised one last time before kissing his cheek.

[jvblood]

shopping spree

pairing: argyle x afab reader

word count: 3k

summary: You go on a shopping spree with Argyle and found this beautiful sundress and skimpy bikini. Argyle loved one more than the other though.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), idk if this is a warning but it’s a sorta modern au

a/n: this literally took me all day so i'm sorry. i really did not pull through with this. if you have anything in particular else, let me know <3 also i love writing argyle saying bro and dude in a romantic way also also i poorly proofread so don't hate me.

As spring break rolled around, you decided that your closet could use an update. Your closet was filled with over vibrant long sleeves, long pants, and clothes that required a good reason to wear it outside. Maybe a new skirt? Or even a new blouse? All you know is that you needed something new. You don’t really have that many girlfriends to go with, so who else but your boyfriend , Argyle, to take you on this frivolous adventure. You heard the honk of the van and rushed out the door. 

“Hey, dude!” Argyle greets as you shut the door of the van. His smile widening as you make yourself comfortable. 

“Hey, man,” you say, struggling to reach for your seat belt, “you ready to roll?” He playfully scoffs and puts the car into drive. He bobbed and weaved through the neighborhood, and honest to god, you could feel your heart rate speeding up from how fast he was going. But, you trust him, he wouldn’t harm you, even by accident. 

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You arrived at the mall in one piece, thankfully, but now comes the hardest part. Trying to find a store that deems worthy. You settle on Spencers and hastily walk in with Argyle. It wasn’t because it scared you, it was just the back wall encounter would be a different story to talk about with Argyle. You nervously look through the clothes, trying to find something comfortable you could wear that wasn’t inappropriate for the family, but it was either that or some musician shirt. Argyle on the other hand was eating it up. He picked himself a ‘Fet’s Luck’ shirt and started huffing out in excitement. You roll your eyes playfully, accepting nothing in here would be of use to you.  Argyle, on the other hand, makes it to the checkout to get his shirt and exits the store with you. 

“Where to next, dudette?” He says as you attach yourself to his arm, smiling. 

You both walk towards the nearest Forever 21. You don’t usually shop here but it’s time for a change of pace. You look through their spring collection and browse. You finally stop in front of the swimwear collection. You aimlessly look through with Argyle right beside you, wondering what could look good for this year’s swimming activity. Suddenly, a simple black string bikini piece catches your eye. 

“How about this!” You say looking at Argyle. He was looking at the strings, eyes widened and mouth hanging.

“Where is the rest of it?” He says picking up the two piece.

“That’s how it’s supposed to look.” You say rolling your eyes. Quickly, you find your size and hold onto it, continuing your shopping. You hand Argyle the bikini when you found the cutest sundress. You grabbed the dress and pressed it against your body, imagining what you would look like with it on. 

“How about this?” You say grabbing Argyle attention. His mind is all over the place. The thought of you in the dress could simply be the death of him. The dress exposed your collar bones and fit pretty around your torso and chest. The length of the dress could hit the floor with a high slit. You could see yourself sitting pretty in the dress while Argyle could see you underneath him with the dress on. This time with his hair tied. 

“It’s dope.” He stutters looking back and forth from the dress and you. Your smile shown, thinking that this dress could be perfect. 

“Could you be a doll and hold onto these for me as well, please?” You pout, hoping he would say yes. How could he say no when you’re too sweet? He nodded and followed you around like a puppy. You grabbed more items and started piling them up in Argyle’s hands.

Finally, you decided it was time to check out. Argyle puts all the clothes on the counter and huffs out. Any longer his arm’s would've fallen. The cashier looked defeated with the way the pile of clothes sat and waited to be scanned. They begrudgingly began scanning the clothes and put them into bags. You paid for your things while Argyle took the initiative to hold your bags. He insisted on taking them for you since you guys were here for you. 

You couldn’t help but think Argyle was being super kind to you. So you wanted to reward him. You both make your way to the food court, ready to eat something up.

“What do you want to eat?” You ask as you both found your way to a table for two. He mentions a pretzel at Auntie Anne’s and attempts to get up to go buy one. You push him back down onto the seat and tell him you’ll be getting it for the both of you. He emphasized that he should get it but you reluctantly disagreed and told him to stay with the bags. 

Argyle finally listened as he sat back down. You gladly make your way to get you guys a pretzel and a drink. One for the both of you. You safely made it back to the table without any harm to the food. 

“I wanted it to be my treat,” you say, handing him his pretzel, “ since you’ve been so kind as to hold my things for me.” 

“I would do anything for you.” He breathed out and blushed. Argyle lost his train of thought while you smiled at him. He was enthralled with you from the beginning. You knew Argyle could be all sweet but each time he does it, it always makes your heart flutter. 

Luckily, you and Argyle felt that it was time to head home, so you both prepared to get ready to leave, throwing away your respective trash and making your way to the exit. 

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Arriving home, you see your parents are still gone, so you invite Argyle in. Your parents knew you were going to be with him all day and they trusted the both of you, which you were thankful for. They wanted to give a bit of freedom before the two of you are about head into your first year of college in a couple months. This was the first step into freedom. As you both walked into your room, you had the marvelous idea. 

“Hey, babe, let me go put these on and rate them for me, please?” You ask as you take your bags. “Of course, bro.” He says as he kisses your forehead and sits on your bed waiting. You promptly leave the room, bags in hand, and begin to head for the bathroom. You started off mild, wearing clothes you know that probably won’t be on the floor tonight. Yet, each piece you put on, Argyle loved, he couldn’t really see a flaw in each outfit. Argyle could never say that you didn’t look amazing in anything you bought. He loved you and whatever you wore just enhanced it. All the pieces were breathtaking to him.  

Finally, the two pieces that you were holding off. You slipped on the bikini and looked into the mirror. You never really saw your body like this but you feel confident. You inched your way back to your room with a waiting Argyle. 

His jaw dropped as you walked through the door. Now you started feeling a bit more self-conscious about what you wore. Argyle though was eating it up. Trying to save this image in head so he could remember this when he dies. Which he also hopes isn’t until a super long time. 

“What do you think?” You say while twirling around. Argyle was still sitting in silence, brain full of the thought of you. He was at a loss of words, he wanted to go on and on about how you look amazing like how you did in the other clothes but he was literally at a loss of words. 

“You can say you don’t like it.” You tease as you walk to him. You reached him and he pulled you closer to him. All Argyle could do was a hasty laugh. His hands crept up onto your waist, hugging you. He was slouching, allowing him to look up at you for once and you looked down at him, smirking. 

“How could I hate this?” He says as he slowly begins kissing your skin. He tugged at the bikini bottom and let go, causing you to yelp at the sudden action. 

“Argyle, please” you giggle, “I need to go put on the last item.” 

“There’s one more?” He asked as he lifted his head up to look at you once more. 

“Yes, let me put it on.” You say as you detach yourself from his hold. 

Finally came the sun dress that you bought. The item that you knew would drive him crazy. You decided no panties and no bra for the dress. You promptly made it back to the room and Argyle sucked in a breath as if he had to hold his breath. The dress looked amazing on you. It fit your body so beautifully that Argyle thought he could start crying right now. 

“Come here.” He whispered. You paced yourself towards him as he watched you from head-to-toe. Being under his watchful eye made you nervous. He stood up, taller than you of course. His eyes soften to the sight of you in the dress and you could feel your heart thumping, hell you could hear it even. He caresses your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear to see your face clearly. Argyle’s soft eyes stare at you, thinking how could someone like you fall into his life. 

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He moans out. Argyle can’t help but glance down to your lips every second. You pick up on his hint and look at him as well. As if it was a silent agreement, you both meet in the middle and gently kiss. He pulls back reluctantly, thinking a quick breather was neccesary. He looks down into your eyes, taking it all in. Being able to just enjoy the moment of the two in silence. You bite your lip, reminded of what’s not underneath the dress. 

“I want you to feel beautiful too.” He says as he goes back in for another kiss. You didn’t expect this sudden straightforwardness Argyle displayed. Yet, he was true to his comment: He would do anything for you. He wanted you to feel good, that’s the only thing on his mind right now. He takes your hand and leads you to lay down on the bed. You make it to the pillows and lean back on the headrest of your bed. He’s laying next to you one arm propping himself up while his other was allowing him to rake his hand up and down your leg, thanks to the slit.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers into your ear. You shivered to the feeling of his touch, it was tantalizingly slow, he was teasing at this point. Soon, he reaches your core. He moans at the fact that you took off your panties before he could. He brings his hand up to his mouth and dribbles a bit of spit onto his finger, then he reaches back down and slowly circled your clit. The feeling made you get more aroused. You could feel yourself getting wetter as Argyle kept on massaging your clit. You pulled down the top of the dress to expose your breast and began teasing your nipple. 

Argyle could not stop staring at your breasts. If he could, he would call them his home. He instantly puts one in his mouth, tugging and teasing the bud. Your moans fill the room as he starts sucking. As if the cock block gods had heard the please of your voice, your parents came home. You could hear the slam of the car door and thankfully the last working brain cell that wasn’t horny was able to snap back to reality.  

“Fuck!” You say as you snap your head to the door. Quickly, you push Argyle off of you. Not too hard but hard enough to get the hint. 

“My parents are here!” You whispered as you picked up all of your clothes and fixed yourself to make it seem as if you weren’t about to have the most mind blowing orgasm. Argyle had to calm himself down. He was straining against his pants and needed to calm the erection. You smoothed out the dress and pushed your hair out of the way. Argyle, on the other hand, was still trying to fight off the boner. 

“Honey?” Your mom calls out from the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” 

“Your father and I picked something up for dinner, we know Argyle is here so come out when you’re ready to eat.” 

When you’re ready to eat? You thought. Does that mean you could—

“Come out now.” Your father bellows through the house. Gingerly the two of you exit the room. Argyle, now boner free, was able to calmly leave the room. You slowly make it to the dining room table and take a seat. 

“Nice to see you two,” your mother says as she sets dinner plates down “ we noticed the van, so Argyle, you are not leaving until you eat.” 

“I was bout to eat a cookie, actually.” Argyle huffs causing you to wide-eyed. You slap his arm playfully and all he could do was laugh. You both sat down at the table as the food was being placed, ready to eat. 

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You all finished eating, your dad made it way to the living room, sipping on a beer while your mother aimlessly watched the tv with your father. You and Argyle make it back to your room silently. Your parents could trust you right now. Before you could close the door behind, your hands were tangling into each other, lips attached. Argyle needed you more than ever. He sank to the floor onto his knees and lifted the bottom of the dress and put it over him. His face was so close to your cunt, the feeling of his breath instantly caused you to shudder. He takes in a sniff and moans. He could simply get drunk off of the smell. You knew better than to have sex right infront of a closed door, but you needed this. 

He started to suck on your clit, slowly. You were still wet from the activity from before replaying in your head. You could feel Argyle's hair flow gently onto your legs, sticking to your legs as the two of  you got hotter. 

“Argyle, your hair.” You moan out. It didn’t seem as if he could hear. The only thing he could hear was the wet noises of your juices as he kept on licking for more. This time, you pushed the loose fabric to the side and tapped his head softly. He looked up, eyes filled with lust. You moan at the sight of him between your legs, his eyes foggy with lust. 

 “Babe, your hair is in the way.” 

Argyle thought quickly and grabbed a hair tie that was on your dresser. He swiftly pulled up his hair and was ready to dive back into you. You giggle as you make your way to the bed, you lay back opening your legs for him. Argyle swore he was about to die with the way you were looking at him. He crept his way onto the bed and dove in, licking you up. 

“Fuck, Argyle, right there.” You moan out, hopefully not too loud that your parents could hear. He wraps his arms around your legs, allowing him to reach more of you for him. The wet noises of your cunt and him sucking and licking filled the room. You couldn’t take it anymore. Soon, he slipped in a finger with ease. The two of you gasped as he entered. Argyle slowly curved his fingers, wanting to make sure you feel good. 

“That’s it, babe, you’re doing so well.” You moan out. The feeling of ecstasy was coursing through your lower region. You want to release, you need to release. 

“You feel so good, babe. Do you want to cum?” He asks. You shake your head yes as he starts to pick up the pace. You could feel yourself dripping and Argyle could see it in person. You couldn’t say yes because if you did you might shriek out in pleasure, but you nodded yes. Argyle added another finger into the pooling mess and started curving them again. This time, he attached his lips to your clit. You curl your toes and grind onto him a bit, so close to the sweet release. 

“Cum for me, please?” He begs. He kept on sucking, furrowing his eyebrows and was looking you in the eyes. The stare down you two were having was causing you to feel embarrassed, so you try your best to look away. Argyle loves watching you writhe under his touch. He feels accomplished, knowing he’s the only guy that could make you shudder in pleasure. He wants everyone to know that he’s doing this to you. You feel the familiar knot ready to be undone. Argyle did too. 

“I need this, please.” He pleads and that alone allows you to finally release. The thought of him needing you to cum for him caused you to tip over. Your toes curl as you try to go down from your high. The newly bought dress was sweaty and drenched in your own wetness. You pull Argyle up to you, kissing him and tasting you on him. 

“Do you want me to help you?” You ask genuinely. Wanting to have him in you right now. 

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” He says laying next to you “, I came in my pants like a loser when you said I was doing good.” 

You look down to see the wet spot on his pants. You’re amazed at how what you said caused him to be cum in his own pants. Luckily, you have a stash of his clothes for when he would sleep over. You tried to go to the bathroom as discreetly as possible but couldn’t hear your parents in the living room. Instead, you see a note taped on the door for you to read. 

“Your father and I headed to the bar, so please do not die or get pregnant. Love mom”

[twary]

aaa hello! congrats on reaching 350, here's to moreee \(^o^)/ ((I really enjoyed reading your sdc works, they just make my day waaaaa 🥺❤️))

for the love confession prompt, may I request number 11 ("I don't know what the future holds. all I know is that I hope you're in it.") for Kakyoin? SFW would be nice, but honestly I'm alright with anything you end up with when working on the prompt! 🥰

I hope you have a great day/night ahead of you!!! 💖💖💖

AAAAAAA THANK UUUUU <3 Knowing that my writing makes you happy is just wonderful 🥺😭✨

Also, thanks for the lovely request, i think it's the first one with our precious cherry boy!🍒💚

And i think that i have just the right scenario for this! Hope ur having a good day/night too darling (❁´◡`❁)

~The prompt list is closed for now, but you still can make general requests!~

TW: sdc alternative ending and spoilers

"I don't know what the future holds. All I know is that I hope you're in it." x Kakyoin

Cut for length~

The journey was finally over, Dio was defeated, but at what cost? Much was lost, especially friends; Avdol and Iggy were dead and Kakyoin was badly injured, it is not possible to know if he will get out of this. Right now he is in a helicopter on his way to one of the SPW hospitals.

The situation was heartbroken, it's clear as water to the crusaders that you like Noriaki. You always had feelings for him and never had the chance to talk to him, it couldn't end like this! You basically begged to be taken to the hospital where he would be staying, but Polnareff stopped you.

"(Y/N), we know how you're feeling right now and that you want to do something to help him, i want too! But...Unfortunately the only thing we can do now is wait and see how things unfold."

You're desperate, but he's right…

A few weeks passed, you, Joseph and Jotaro had already returned to Japan and Polnareff was already in his home country, France. Kakyoin didn't leave your mind even for a second, you wanted to visit him, even if it's to see the worst, you can't stand being in this agonizing situation anymore!

You were doing some dishes when the phone rang:

"HE'S AWAKE?!"

It was from the hospital that Kakyoin was staying at, they gave you the best news you could ever want: Kakyoin was alive and conscious. You didn't even bother to hang up the phone, you just ran out of the house to go to the hospital. Finally, after so much anguish, you could see him, talk to him, hug him!

When you arrived at the hospital you were already out of breath, U don't think you've ever gotten anywhere in such a hurry as today. You also expected to find the crusaders, or at least Jotaro, but there was only you waiting to see him, were they notified before you?

"(L/N) Isn't it? You can come in now, please."

Well, it doesn't matter now, the nurse has finally called your name.

"I'll get some medicine that the patient will need to take, I'll be back in a few moments, feel free to talk to him."

She gets out of the room and let you in. The tears were almost instant when you laid eyes on him.

"Kakyoin!" Your voice is shaky.

You ran towards him and took his hand, as happy as you were to see him, you didn't know what had happened to his body, it was better not to risk hurting him.

"Haha, i've missed you too (Y/N)"

He is smiling, oh god! How much you missed that smile!

"There, there...No need to cry, hm?"

"No need? I couldn't stop thinking about you at any time! oh my god i'm so happy to see you again!"

You take his hand to your face.

"It's so good to know you're okay..."

Little tears are falling down. With his thumb he caresses your face. There is a small moment of silence.

"Oh, right, you've already saw Jotaro and the others right? I bet you were really happy to see them too! Everyone was worried about you, the situation was very agonizing."

"Well, actually you are the first person who came to see me"

"What?! They didn't want to see you?!"

"No, no, no, it's nothing like this! I just wanted to see you first, the others still don't know about me..."

You stop for a moment.

"I wanted to talk to you first..."

He removes the blanket from his lap and lifts his shirt a little, revealing a large scar.

"Look, I ended up suffering very severe injuries from the fight against Dio, my condition is rpomissive, but the doctors don't know if I'll be able to do some things again like I was before, such as standing or walking...I'm trying to be positive, but this got me very worried, actually. So...I don't know what the future holds."

It hits you really hard, your head is down. But then he finishes his sentence.

"All I know is that I hope you're in it."

You look again at him "What...?"

He giggles a little nervous.

"You know, that day after using Hierophant for the last time and feeling my eyes closing, many things went through my head, one of them was you. actually the main one was you."

You are a little confused, he can see it in your expression.

"W-What i'm trying to say is...I never had the chance to tell you how i feel, I didn't want to go before saying that…That I fell in love with you...I never felt the things you made me feel in just 50 days. I even told Hierophant about you, haha!"

"At that time when the doctors were fighting to save me I was fighting to be able to see you again. I'm glad that i did it..." He looks at you with soft eyes. "I'm glad that i meet you, (Y/N)"

He holds your hand and gently pulls you towards him. Your faces are really close, you can feel his warmth"

"I'm really glad..." His voice is low.

Kakyoin's lips finally meet yours. The kiss is slow, soft yet passionate...He is taking his sweet time, it seems like he was waiting for this moment for long. When the kiss end you're both breathless, Kakyoin turns red when see you like this.

"S-Sorry, it lasted longer than I had predicted"

You're still holding hands.

"I don't mind doing it again, ya know?" You approach him again.

"Sorry for the wait, they're organizing the stock, it's a mess- Oh! Am i interrupting something?~"

The nurse was by the door with some medicines in hand, she has a suggestive smile on her face.

You jump out of your place "N-No! there's nothing to be interrupted!"

You're as red as Kakyoin. You two exchange glances for a second and let out little giggles.

Oh, heaven knows how much you missed that smile.

[connieshusband]

Fucking hate you, love to fuck you

Hate sex

Oikawa x fem!reader

"fuck you!" "Is that a promise?"

4k

reader was the captain and ace of the girls team, reader goes to Aoba Josai, reader is also Kag's cousin

Degradation, Slight Feminization Kink, Praise Kink, Fluffy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'm not very good at writing smut, I also got tired while writing so its short... sorry, Sir Kink: but very minor, no beta we die like men

-cross posted on my ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31932412

MINORS DNI

Summary:

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

___

Degration as well as any kink should have the full consent of all parties involved every time!!

I'm not very good at e2l so be gentle 🤩

I'm such a simp lmao

Oikawa could never figure out why you hated him when you both entered your first year of high school. Having come from a different middle school than you, he figured you'd be like the rest of the people in your grade level and fall all over him.

He wanted to ask why you had such a large stick up your ass during your first group project but chickened out. He assumed you'd at least get along as you were captain of the girls volleyball team and known for your powerful spikes. The setter in him really wanted to find out your perfect toss.

But it wasn't until your 3rd year when he came to despise you too.

He'd overheard you telling your best friend that your cousin made it onto his high schools volleyball team. Being the nosey Nelly that he is, he made the mistake of asking which school your cousin attended.

"Karasuno," you said, your chest puffed out.

It clicked: the black hair, intense expression, the last name even. He could practically see his protégé in the reflection of your eyes. He mentally slapped himself for not seeing it sooner.

His eyes narrowed, matching yours as tension of your silent beat down had to be cut by Iwazumi.

_____

You set down your suitcase, giving your aunt a big hug as she greeted you in the doorway. You give Tobio a fist bump as he helps you carry your things into the spare bedroom.

Your aunt had graciously allowed you to stay with her so you could be closer to school for your final year.

"I can't believe you're dropping volleyball club just as I'm about to join," Tobio whined, setting a suitcase on a chair in the corner of the room.

"I know," you said sullenly. You hadn't wanted to, but being captain and a 3rd year just wasn't going to be practical. Not being the best student, you thought it would be a wise decision.

Having always been close your your cousin on your dad's side came with its perks, including but not limited to drama. Ever since Tobio had joined volleyball in middle school he'd talked about Oikawa, usually brushing off some of the down right nasty things he'd said. But you hadn't. You took it upon yourself to help him train harder and harder to be able to defeat his bully when he'd found out he couldn't attend Aoba Josai with you.

Being an ace had its advantages when teaching Tobio about different techniques on how to set up a spiker best. Often gossiping about the smug bastard as you worked.

Of course, there was no escaping the pretty boy at school either. When your best friend, Ryu, had started dating his best friend Iwaizumi, being the 3rd and 4th wheel at hangouts became increasingly awkward.

And even worse when she mentioned your current math grade. Damn that ginger setter. And Mr. Perfect boasting about his grades to you. Which had lead you to your current situation.

Sitting in his bedroom.

Listening to him drawl on and on with rapidly decreasing interest.

While he looked hot as fuck.

What?!

With new found annoyance you scoffed at him snapping his fingers in your face.

"earth to y/n, I know I'm ravishing, but now it's math time." He said, a smirk decorating his lips.

“I ignored you on purpose, dumbass. Don't you get that I hate you?"

"I'm not asking you to stay, besides this has nothing to do with me?? Its calculus..."

"narcissist," you mumbled under your breath.

"must be your type," he shot back, "gawking at me for the last hour."

"aren't you dating whats-her-face from English?" You retorted, feeling your face heat up.

"yeah??" he said, confused.

You mocked his confusion, ""yeah" God, then stop flirting with me."

He scoffed, an eyebrow disappearing into bangs, "you must be a narcissist if you think I'm flirting with you because wow, it almost like I can't stand the sight of you, y/n," he rolled his eyes in disgust, sitting up in his chair indignantly.

You push him back into his chair, turning on your heels, saying nothing more.

"good!! I was going to kick you out anyway!"

____

You notice his current girlfriend wasn't hanging out with him at lunch nor sitting in his lap during English. In fact. He hadn't found new arm candy by the time your next session rolled around the following week.

___

After begrudgingly agreeing to do another tutoring session and making him promise no funny business, that rule was broken when he had his sleeves rolled up of his blue silk shirt, he glasses laying forgotten on the table, fingers rubbing his tired eyes as he tried to explain a difficult problem to you.

How could Tooru Oikawa be so fucking sexy and such a fucking dick at the same time?

Asking myself this a lot while writing

"fuck you, Oikawa! I don't need your bullshit!"

"fine! Fucking go then!" Giving you a light shove towards the door.

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

You shoved him against his bed, your own smugness drinking up his moan.

You pulled your tank top off as you climbed on top of him. "You have condoms?" You asked, cringing at your breathless voice.

He flipped your position, hot breath fanning your ear, "don't you want to be filled with my cum, baby?"

Rolling your eyes, you flipped the position again, "the last thing the world needs is more of you running around."

He considered it before saying with a shrug "top drawer."

Leaning over, your legs still gripping his hips, you pulled out a condom wrapper and tossed it at his face. His nose scrunching cutely.

"pull some weight, lazykawa," you said, yanking his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was already fully hard and you took great satisfaction in wordlessly teasing him.

Trying to ignore you, a blush creeping up around his ears as he hurriedly rolling the condom onto his thick length, as you remove your bra. He flips your position once more, hovering over you, a taunting smirk plastered over his lips.

"can't go 10 minutes without getting your greedy pussy fucked?"

"Can't that mouth do anything besides half-assed insults, Shittykawa?" You mocked, he raised a cheeky eye brow at you.

He lowered his face to you heat, "want to find out?" You grip his hair harshly and shove his face between your thighs.

He rips off you panties and eagerly laps around your cunt before catching himself, slowing his ministrations.

He gripped your thighs as he buried his face in your heat. Alternating between sucking in your clit and finger fucking you, never letting you get both at the same time.

You bit your tongue, doing your best to avoid begging for more - a futile endeavor.

"C'mon babygirl, I know you want it," he sing-songed

You swallowed your pride, "please Tooru."

"sorry couldn't hear you, your legs were busy clamping around my ears.

Your legs shook in frustration and pleasure as he lazily drummed his finger on your sweet spot.

He leaned overtop of you, sucking harshly in your neck as his other hand massages your ass.

"please, Tooru! Please sir!"

"oo~" he remarks, returning between your legs, 3 fingers entering you suddenly as he nibbled along your thigh, quickly returning to sucking on your clit.

You come hard and without warning.

"delicious," he remarks, sitting up and licking his fingers clean, "and so many lewd noises too."

"You have a knack for bringing out the worst in people," you attempt to sound threatening but only succeeding in boosting his ego.

"Oh no~ I hate to find out what the best would be..." He unbuttons his blue silk shirt, allowing you to drink up the full show of his abs. "Not talking so big now, eh, Kageyama?"

You scowl at him before grunting a "just fuck me already".

"don't mind if I do."

You connected your lips with his, enjoying the noises he made as his neglected cock became engulfed in your warmth.

Neither of you lasted long.

He emptied himself into the rubber with a sexy grunt lining up with your moan.

After care he collapsed on top of you, his deep breaths matching yours.

Your hands still resting on his back, feeling scratches from your nails decorating his skin.

He had pressed his forehead to yours, you looked up to meet his eyes which were flitting between the purple marks on your neck and your eyes.

He hadn't held your gaze for more than a second when the realization of what just happened hit both of you at once. Pushing your bodies apart, you shamefully picked up your clothes from the floor leaving the room quickly.

____

It had been weeks since that day. You hadn't gone back for another tutoring session, claiming to Ryu that your grades had improved.

The free time had allowed you to be a better supporter for your cousin, getting a chance to meet his teammates and his friends.

You meet Karasuno's Ryu and think to yourself how well he and your Ryu would get along

While hanging out with your cousin at the spring tournament, you were enjoying a lunch break with a vibrant ginger, his best friend Hinata and a mutual friend with spiky hair. Bokuto, you had learned, was in your year and had a ton in common with you.

Maybe you'd gotten carried away returning his flirty looks and laughing a little too hard at his jokes. He remarked often how different your personality was from your cousin. After exchanging numbers to practice volleyball sometime (him being excited to practice with another captain/ace) an unfortunately familiar voice pulled you away from your fun.

"y/n?"

"what?" You roll your eyes, at Oikawa. You knew he had been watch you and the rest of Karasuno after they had win their first game. Beside you, you can feel the 3 boys, especially Tobio fuming.

"I have a question about the math assignment."

"I'm busy."

"too bad."

Recognizing that he wasn't going to go away until you give in, you stand up, brushing the dust from your bottoms. He leads the way out of sight from your new friends.

He harshly pushes you against the wall, "what do you think you're doing princess?"

You flip your position, he winced as his back connects with the concrete wall. "You ask you the same thing, princess."

His hand instinctively wrapped around your muscular arm submissively.

"you like that don't you?" You asked.

He nervously glanced around him for on lookers. Luckily he'd chosen a pretty secluded spot

"wouldn't want your fan girls to see you being treated like the pretty white you are?" You smirked.

He nodded shyly.

You grabbed his ass, earning a submissive squeak from him.

"such a good princess, getting his flat ass groped," you smile, you see him swallow a moan as his eyes flutter shut.

You begin painfully slowly palming him through his shorts, feeling him grow under you.

"I hope you lose," you whisper sensually into his ear.

He scowls at you as you pull away completely. Leaving him hard, exposed, and blushing as you return to your new friends.

______

The cheers from Karasuno's supporters hadn't quieted down as the team packed up. Still high on adrenaline and pride for your baby cousin, you took the time to use the bathroom before the long drive home.

Rounding the corner you heard voices, recognizing one to be Oikawa and the other belonging to a deep voiced man.

Sneaking a peak your eyes go wide. He was face to face with Ushiwaka. The former not fairing well in the conversation. You didn't think a man could look for upset than the way Oikawa looked right now.

As the conversation comes to a close, you wait until Oikawa has gone out if sight to chase after him. Accidentally running into Ushiwaka.

"sorry" you mumble, attempting to move past.

"you're with karasuno, yes?" Ushiwaka asks.

Your mind didn't really register him, instead giving him a quick pat on the shoulder and a "that's great, buddy," as you run after the brunette.

Hearing an "I look forward to playing them." In the distance.

"Hey!"

He was too far ahead to really hear you, pushing past the front doors.

"HEY!" You yell, nearly at his heels. You stand in the doorway breathing hard, "TOORU!"

He turns to face you, Iwaizumi annoyed that he can't convince their captain to just get on the bus already.

You beckon him over and he skeptically approaches you.

"here to gloat?" He asks, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.

"Tobio is staying at Hinata's tonight and my aunt is out is town for the next two days," you say.

You see the cogs working as he pieces together what you're offering. His mouth forming an 'o' shape as he realizes.

You smile smugly before running back to where Karasuno's bus is parked, giving Tobio a running jump hug, which he awkwardly returned.

__

If nothing else, Oikawa was punctual. Arriving at exactly at 7:30. You hadn't done anything special, just heated up 2 frozen pizzas that your aunt had left. Watching his form as he quietly ate his 3 cheese. He hadn't said a word besides "thank you" after you'd served him. While yes, apart of you meant when you'd said that you hoped he lose but the guilt of seeing the cocky bastard looking so small on the other side of the table, nibbling on the crust. Pity maybe?

"You played really we-"

His eyes were red, his pride keeping him from crying in front of you. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You want to have sex?"

he hesitated before asking, "can we be nice?"

You nodded. Making your way to his chair, straddling his hips and cupping his face. You kissed him slow and deliberate. You don't kiss long before you start to feel his dick springing to life. You stand up pulling him, walking backwards, towards your room accidentally walking into the partially open door.

"Graceful," he commented, a hint of his salty tone under his words as he resumed kissing you.

You grinded against each other for a few moments, drinking in each others moans. You pulled away momentarily, his cheeks dusted pink, breathing heavy, his dick straining in his pants.

"You're so beautiful," you said. He blushed harder, his cock twitching in it's confines. Your fingers dip under the waistband of his pants and pull them down, licking your lips when his cock hits his stomach. You're about to press your lips to his tip when you feel pressure on your forehead.

"y-you don't have to..." he says. You cock your head to one side, your lips parted as you gaze up at him. "I-I get it you know... I don't hold it against you..."

"I want to," you say, "if you want me to."

He nods slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enters your warm mouth.

Out of all the sex you'd had, this moment with Tooru didn't feel like sex. It felt like making love.

After he got close, you popped your mouth off and had ridden him. His muscles still sore from his games. Your lips danced with his as his hips met yours. Both of you reaching your climax simultaneously.

Tired in the best way, you cuddle up to his bare chest, kissing his cheek, "don't think this means I like you, flatass."

"of course," he says, relaxing into your touch.

"good."

"it was the fact that my dick was down your throat that made be think that."

You punch him in the ribs, earning an 'ouch' followed by a quiet, "let me have one win today." Followed by an even quieter "sorry" from you.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek again before returning to your snuggle position. He wraps his arms around your waist as you both drift off to sleep.

______

It's been a number of days and neither if you had spoken about it. You wanted to text him a simple 'good morning' but the image of him quietly shuffling out of your room at the crack of dawn when he thought you were still sleeping, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You didn't want to seem too eager or somehow let on that not only were you awake but had enjoyed when he'd done it.

After the girls had lost to Fukurodani's girls in the semi finals, Ryu had insisted on dragging you out to play volleyball with her and some 'friends'. You secretly hope it's the other girls from your team. You find yourself not disappointed that it's Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

"Warm up 'Yama!" Oikawa yells at you, serving the ball in your direction as you and Ryu approach.

Caught off guard for a moment, you return the ball back at him, hitting his face lightly with an oof.

Of course, Ryu wanted to set for her boyfriend, leaving you with Oikawa.

You made a pretty good team, he picked up your style quickly, the ball exactly where you wanted it without having to tell him anything. Not to mention that Oikawa had racked up a third of the points on service aces alone, Iwaizumi finally adjusting to being on the receiving end on them. He and Ryu had made a magnificent comeback, clearly having practiced with each other before. You were lucky if you could get a piece of one of Iwa's spikes, Tooru faired better but they quickly took the lead. You grab Oikawa's arm, causing him to look at you curiously.

"set it to me, but I'll set it back. You spike it," you said, finishing your sentence by looking at him.

He considers it.

"break it up love birds!" Iwa shouted at you. Ryu making obnoxious kissing noises behind him. You quickly let go of his arm to flip her off, causing her to burst out laughing.

Iwa serves.

"it's mine!" Tooru yells. Mid jump, he faces you, the subtlest of winks as the ball flies into the air.

Smiling, you angle your body for a spike, Ryu taking the bait, but at the last moment, your hand sent the ball perpendicular to the net, straight into Oikawa's hand. The ball whizzing past Iwa's ear.

The adrenaline getting the better of you as you both embrace, celebrating a successful kill.

You revel in you best friend and her stoic boyfriend exchanging a bewildered look.

At the end of the game Oikawa offers to drive you home, when out of the way of prying eyes, he leans against his car. "Before your cousin goes to nationals, he and shorty should play against us."

"Yeah and maybe Tobio can set for me one round," you say, playing with the hem of his shirt, "but if there's any funny business from you, I'm calling it off."

"Who, me??" he jokes, aware of his history with your family.

You don't respond, opting to gently press your lips to his. He returns the kiss, cupping your face.

________________

Did I write myself into the story? ┐( ∵ )┌ Maybe a little...

I'm also not opposed to doing a part two, so lemme know in the comments ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Also not me writing my first Haikyuu fic be Oikawa when I wanna break his knees 🥴🤚 (couldn't resist tho he's been on my mind, especially with glasses 🥵🤒)

Also also not me writing this from 1:30 am to 8am then had half my work deleted so I had to redo it the following night 🤪👈

[seijohsbabe]

Necking

Ship: Bully!A.Miya x Reader

Tw: smut, nicknames, kinda Exhibitionism, humiliation, swear words, degradation, bullying, noncon

Wordcount: 2,5k

a/n: Please im craving for feedback or some love, I’m so sensitive rn lmao, need some confirmation that my stuff what I write is good for you guys <3

When they said high school was going to be a great time, it was a huge lie. It was hell. It wasn't the school stress, your grades were good, but there was someone in your class who kept an eye on you for no reason. Unfortunately not as you would have hoped, but the complete opposite. Atsumu Miya, pro athlete volleyball player. When you started school two years ago, you were seated right next to him. He looked nice, with his nice lazy grin, and his perfectly styled hair. But at some point evil emerged from behind this facade.

It started very small. Your things were broken, your locker was broken open, and things in there were stolen or destroyed as well. You didn't know who it was, but it wasn't a great feeling. But the whole thing really started in your second year. Right on your first day, Atsumu spilled hot coffee on your blouse. Of course, you thought it was accidental, happens to everyone. But as Atsumu became more and more aggressive with his actions, you slowly became suspect. He started to pull your hair as you walked by, put one leg in the middle of the hallway so that you flew in the middle of the floor, your skirt slipped up slightly and your books scattered all over the aisle, while Atsumu and the rest of the group just kept going. At some point, you turned to a tutor, but he denied everything.

,,Atsumu our professional volleyball player? No way“ Your parents don't let you change schools anymore, it would be too much effort, it's only 1 1/2 years left.

And so your judgment was made, another 1 1/2 years of hell with Atsumu Miya.

Half a year later, at the beginning of the last school year at this school, he exceeded all limits. He was getting more and more touchy with you.

You still sat next to him and it didn't make it any easier. In the middle of class, his long, strong hands grabbed your thighs to get higher and higher. Your hands clapped against his in protest, but he didn't mind, on the contrary, while the teacher turned around and you two sat in the back row anyway, he put your hair back so that your neck was free to attack it with his mouth, to make a big red mark.

"Now everybody can see what a slut you are." He only whispered before he wrote something for the class, which the teacher dictated without even give you a second glance.

He didn't stop with anything until today. Instead, he did even more to make your life hell. You didn't know why, and why exactly you, but unfortunately you got used to it. Falling down, the tease in class, hurting you in any way, no matter whether emotionally or physically. Today it was that time again, history and Atsumu was next to you again. He came into class with his smug grin as always, every girl turned around, but he didn't pay any attention to any of them, instead, he looked straight at you. The other girls followed his gaze to give you a dark look, but that left you cold. Only Atsumu was able to scare you. You never knew what he was up to today, what he had new on the reservation, the last time it was a volleyball that was wrongly set in your face, while you only wanted to get a message to one of his team colleagues, another time he had spilled juice over your perfect notes for class. In front of the teacher, he apologized to you several times, but you saw his big grin after the teacher turned again and the class continued. It was a vicious circle that you could never escape.

So when the lesson took its course and everything was going well so far, it wasn't long before you felt his hands on your thighs again. He only wandered up to your skirt hem and down again, but this time he even went under what your eyes read wide. He wouldn't? His face stayed calm and focused, he even nodded sometimes, but his fingers slowly pushed your panties to the side to slide his finger through your slit. It made you gasp and press your thighs together. But he just pinched you, and a small, "Let them open."

You didn't want to push him to go any further, thinking how should you push him further? He was just passing one of the last borders. His fingers ran repeatedly through your cunt, while you had to bite your hand in order not to get too loud. "Oh you Lil slut, I know you want it." He whispered softly and deliberately. But you couldn't answer at the moment, luckily the hand was still buried in your mouth while he suddenly sank 2 fingers into you. This time you couldn't help but moan softly.

,,Y/n? everything okay?“ the teacher asked.

,,Y-yes, I'm just tired." Fortunately, the teacher didn't notice anything from the hand under your skirt, but this left Atsumu unimpressed and got faster and faster with his pace, while he watched you briefly with an amused grin that you have to groan loudly, but it wasn't going to end well, so you clench your teeth and try to think of something else.

He hissed in anger that you were taking it so far. So when he tilted his fingers a little and hit your point, you groaned. It was unexpected that he hit that spot. With an evil grin, he looked over at you, his fingers now taken back.

,,Y/n, I think you should maybe breathe some fresh air don't you think? Atsumu Kun, please stay with her.“ Your teacher spoke again.

If he came with you now, what would he do to you?

,,No it's okay I can go on my-" you tried to talk yourself out of it, but a certain someone had to talk over you, of course. "Oh no y/n, you will fall over afterward, you're already so pale, come on.“

And with that, he pulled you out of the classroom followed by several strange looks from the students and the teacher.

He pulled you by your upper arm as you stumbled behind him. You dared not speak, too afraid that he might come up with a stupid idea. Nobody was in the hallway, everyone was in their class. Your steps could be heard in the whole corridor, until he suddenly stopped in front of a door and you slammed in his back. Your eyes examined the door before you were dragged in. It was the boy's toilet you were dragged into.

He pulled you into one of the cabins to lock it behind you with one click. Then he pressed you firmly against the door, holding you completely captive with his size, with no way out. He looked down at you, with an omniscient grin. He had something bad on his mind and you just hoped that you would still live after that. Of course, he noticed your fear and clicked his tongue a few times while he shook his head thoughtfully.

"Oh my little y/n-chan, don't be afraid, I'm gonna show ya something real‘ good. Believe me, you'll like it."

But you didn't like a thing he did, so you just looked up at him suspiciously. His blond hair fell slightly on his face, his brown eyes glistened at you. Slowly his hands sank down to get under your skirt. This time your hands pressed onto his well-trained chest while he clasped your cunt.

"Still so wet for me, my lil slut hmm?" Your head shook, but he just grinned wider.

"Oh you will see, later you'll be begging for my cock." With these words, he tore your blouse open and then tossed it on the floor next to you. His gaze wandered over your body, back up to your eyes. You just stood there, looking at him, no clue of what to do. He moved quickly to take off his uniform to show his muscles that smelled of strength. He leans down to stop just in front of your face. One hand leaned against the door the other brushed through your hair. You looked at him dreamily, you were just too much in thoughts of what to do when he caught your lips with his lips. It caught you by surprise, with widening eyes. You already had your first kiss, but this one was nothing compared to this one.

Atsumu was dominant, demanding, and quick. He thrust his tongue into your mouth to exude even more dominance. Until it went down and down, leaving a trail of spit until it met your collarbone, to stop there and suck onto the skin. Your hands found themselves in his hair again, pulled tight, which made him grunt. After a while, he broke away to look at his work of art from afar. He looked satisfied, and ran his thumb over it until he stared into your eyes again.

In a short time, his hands were back on his shoulders to push you down with force. You couldn't fight it and let yourself fall with your knees on the floor. It made you wince, the stabbing pain went through your whole body. His hands were now on his pants to slowly open them to let them and his underpants in one moment fall. His cock jumped against you. It pulsed. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. The size alone made you swallow. He just laughed down at you while he saw your amazed face. His hands were now in your hair to twist them around and have a closer grip on you.

"Suck" he directed you with your lips to his penis. "I don't think I-" and again he interrupted you, "Oh you can baby, and you will, now suck." He said with an annoyed tone. Your hands clasped his penis. They just fit drum. You started with little kitten licks along the tip and the length, but that wasn't enough for him. He pulled your hair to make you look up. "Take it in your dirty mouth you slut."

You just nodded, to look at its length one time again. Your mouth opened slowly to lie over the first few centimeters, but Atsumu was impatient, rolled his eyes, and directed your head down. Quickly his tip tapped against your throat and you had to gag, but there were still a few centimeters left. His hand in your hair, the strong grip made you wince while he guides your head up and down at an even faster pace. Your gagging noises echoed in the whole boys toilet, your spit ran out of your mouth down on your chin.

His other hand leaned above you on the door, his head hanging down, eyes closed. "Fuck- just like that baby." He groaned while his rhythm slowly decreased. Your eyes watered, and tears ran down your face.

Suddenly he pulled you away from his cock, and looked at your weeping face, spit ran down your face mixed with your tears.

"Look at you, already so fucked out." He laughed more to himself. Then he tugged you up on your hair, your scalp burned. When you were on your feet again, he finally let go of it. He suddenly turned you around and pressed your face to the door. Your cheek squeezed against the hard material as Atsumu tore your panties under your skirt. "I needed them!" you whined to him.

"Not anymore." He lifted your skirt slightly to collect your wetness again with one finger.

He took it with relish in his mouth as if he were trying the most delicious chocolate in the world. With a "pop" he let it slide out of his mouth, and groaned at your taste.

"You know y/n-Chan, I've always dreamed about that right here, and finally I can do it in real, it's just fuck- so much better than I imagined."

Your hands pressed against the wall of the cabin, which was getting hotter and hotter as you tried to see what he was going to do. However, when you felt his cock stroking along your entrance, the panic came up.

,,Please Atsumu! Dont do this please!“

But before you could continue, he buried himself in you with a jolt. To be filled with the stabbing pain all at once was not exactly pleasant. Especially with his size it was not really easy to accept the whole thing that fast. But he didn't even give you time for that, as he began to pounding right inside you while his hands were on your hips. Now you had to let out a moan too.

Although it burned, the feeling of being completely filled was so pleasant. So lapsed in lust you didn't notice at first that he hit you on your butt. Only when he hit it a second time you had to let out a small cry. "You like that don’t you? My lil cumslut. Fuck your sucking me in, so g-gready for my cock huh?“

And with the constant pace and one more hit on your butt, the knot of lust burst and you saw stars. You were afraid your legs were going to give up so much they wobbled. Your moans echoed trough the whole boys toilet, maybe even on the hall.

Worst of all, Atsumu kept his tremendous pace. The overstimulation was too much for you to make you cry. But he just grinned as always and gripped your hips even tighter.

Out of nowhere, he turned you around to pick you up by your thighs and push you against the cabin door. The door rattled loudly, you were almost afraid it would fall apart.

He picked up his lost pace again while your senses are completely out of order. All you felt was his length in you. The tip kissed your point with every thrust. Your hands, which were still just on his shoulders, were now holding on to his neck to pull him closer and press his lips tightly onto yours. You needed something to hold on.

The pace slowed down for a moment, because he was probably surprised, but didn't let himself be confused for long until he hammered into you again. You both moan into the kiss until Atsumu broke up and took you one more time into consideration. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue peeked out a little, and your hands went up to pull on his hair. "Aw come on, another one, you can do it." You just cried towards him, the pleasure overwhelmed you completely.

The knot got bigger as Atsumu put pressure on your clitoris while he penetrated your point further. „Fuck, im cumming! Come on, come with me baby.“ He groaned head back in his neck. Your legs clasped him tightly while the pressure rose again and everything is twice as sensitive as before. ,,I-I, too much Atsumu-" you've mumbled. And with his last final snap you cummed together. He shot his semen into you, white long strings painted your walls white while you were trembling. He groaned with you together until he let go of your legs and let you sit on the floor.

As he dressed again like nothing happened, he looked at your trembling figure, completely fucked out, cum dribbling out of you. He stuck a finger in your cunt to push the cum back in, and took your chin between his fingers to make you look him in the face. "Better not to waste any of my present, you dumb Lil’ bitch alright?" And with that he walked out of the cabin even hummed a little song while you were completely out of your mind on the floor, trembling.

[donggyul]

Fuck Toy (sixsome)

Member : X1 hyung line (Seungwoo, Seungyoun, Wooseok, Yohan, Hangyul)

Genre : Fluff/Smut

Note : I finally start writing after a long time!!! This is like the longest I've ever written😂

Warning : Well there's not exactly a warning but hey it's a smut so...

You were really close to the X1 members, especially the hyung line because you were their manager.

On Sunday morning, they asked you and the other managers to come over to play some games together as they were bored and out of things to do since they've been in quarantined for almost a year.

15 of you, 11 X1 members + you and 3 other managers, played various types of games, from board games to video games to simple games the whole day, having breakfast, lunch and dinner in between. It was close to night time so the other 3 managers had to leave for some work/home so you're the only manager who stayed to take care of them. The maknae line had already went to bed as they had school the next day.

You're left with the hyung line so you suggest they go to sleep early so that you can head home to rest. But they have something else in mind...

"Let's play one last juicy game before you go..." Seungwoo suggested.

"Juicy...?" you questioned

"Okay then let's play truth or dare!" Seungyoun said.

So the remaining 6 of you played a round of truth or dare, you know it's always save to pick truth because who know what dares they'll make you do.

"Y/N's turn! Truth or dare?" Wooseok asked.

"Why do you even bother asking...she always chooses truth" Yohan said sarcastically and that made you feel challenged.

"Says who? Dare!" you said.

"Fell right into our trap!" you heard Seungwoo whisper.

"Trap? What do you mean?" you ask him.

"So, we have a dare for you but we can't do it here" Seungyoun explained.

"Oh boy, what crazy things are they gonna ask you to do now" you thought.

"Okay so where should we do it?" you asked.

"Your house" Wooseok answered.

"My house...? Why?" you ask.

"You'll see" Yohan smirked and in a flash the 6 six you sat in the car and head off to your house.

"Woah this house is huge...You live here all alone?" Hangyul said amazed when you arrived.

You turned to answer him but something about him makes you feel butterflies. You've had this huge crush on him ever since you saw him at Music Bank when he first debuted in IM, you didn't dare to approach him that time so you were over the moon when you heard that you were in charge of X1, the group that Hangyul newly debuted in. Sure, the other member's visuals were stunning too but somehow there's only Hangyul in your eyes. He was the shy type so you never really gotten a chance to really talk to him, especially because the other members would be swarming with questions to ask you or stories to tell you before you can even say "Hi" to him. You stood there staring at him until he turned around to look at you, catching you off guard. The both of you turned away from each other, embarrassed.

"Yeah, my parents left this for me before they passed away" you answered.

"Ohh I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..." Hangyul apologized.

"That's okay...I'm used to it now" you answered and opened the door to let them in.

They explored the house with amazement. There's 10 rooms, 7 toilets, 3 kitchens (one for upstairs, two for downstairs) and a lot of living room space.

"I'm glad we decided to come here, its perfect for the dare" Yohan said.

"So what's the dare?" you asked when everyone's done exploring.

"We've been eyeing you since the first day..." Seungyoun said.

"And we figured you'll be the perfect fuck toy for us..." Seungwoo continued.

"WHAT?!" you said shocked.

"Don't be so surprised... You'll love it" Wooseok said.

You were speechless but before you can say anything Seungwoo cut in.

"Let's start slowly, we have the whole night after all... So choose one of us to start it off" Seungwoo looked at you.

You thought for a moment and you really didn't want to do it but since its a dare you have no choice.

"Okay...Hangyul" you said.

He looked surprised when you said his name, he didn't expect you to choose him at all.

"Ughh fine... Go pick a room and start doing whatever you're supposed to do" Wooseok said.

You pulled Hangyul into the biggest room (two king sizes bed side by side and a huge toilet). The two of you awkwardly sat on the bed while the other 4 watched TV and played whatever video games there is at your house. He looked somehow nervous and scared.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to you know?" you said looking at him.

"How? They're gonna notice if we fake it" he said turning to you but turning away when he realize you were staring at him.

"Okay then, we can get to know each other first? How about that?" you suggest.

"HEY! You guys better start ASAP! There's like 4 of us waiting" Seungwoo knocked on the door and said.

You looked down, you really didn't want to do this, the only reason you chose Hangyul is because you wanted to get to know him a little more.

"You don't want to do this do you?" Hangyul said noticing your facial expressions.

"Not really..." you answered.

Silence filled the room.

"I like you" he suddenly blurted out.

You look at him surprised.

"For a very long time... I first saw you at Music Bank when you were in charge of Wanna One, since then I couldn't take my mind off you" he confessed.

"Me too" you decided to confess.

"What?" he said.

"I first saw you then too, you have no idea how excited I was to be in charge of taking care of X1" you said.

"Well yeah who wouldn't be? There's so many handsome people here, except for me, I look hideous" he said.

"No silly...I was excited because you were in this group, I actually had this huge one-sided crush on you since that time I first saw you and please do not call yourself hideous, you're perfect" you said and you could've sworn you saw a small smile and a slight blush on his face when you said that.

"It's not one-sided you know..." he said.

"Well I know now..." you said wiggling your eyebrows making him burst into a small laugh.

"I hear you're not doing anything" Seungyoun said knocking on the door.

"Ohh and we'll switch after an hour so hurry up, you know what happens if you don't do it right?" he added.

"Can we, I mean can I? No..." Hangyul stuttered.

Something went over you and you smash your lips to his, leaving him shocked and frozen. He didn't budge at first but you didn't care and continued kissing him. Soon after, he kissed you back pulling you closer to him. The kiss was sweet and soft, exactly what Hangyul is. Both of you pulled away, trying to catch your breaths.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over m-" he kissed you again before you can even finish your sentence.

"Can you take care of this?" he ask pointing to his bulge.

"I'll be delighted to" you said and he quickly pulled his pants and boxers off revealing his huge cock.

"I..." you stammered.

"It's huge I know... Think you can make it?" he said worriedly.

You didn't waste a second and started stroking and sucking on his huge hardening length, making him moan at the sudden touch. He took off his shirt and leaned back using both his hands for support, giving you more space. You kept sucking and licking, massaging his balls with your free hand. He was a moaning mess, sweat running down his body, he looked even hotter and sexier from your point of view. He gripped the sheets tighter as he was almost there. After a few more sucking and licking he finally cummed in your mouth making you cough but you still swallowed it.

"I'm sorry are you okay, that was a lot wasn't it?" he said embarrassed.

"I'm fine, but I do get something in return don't I?" you said.

"Of course, but can we skip the foreplay? We only have 45 minutes left" he said.

"Impatient huh? Fine by me" you answered and he wasted no second to quickly pull all your clothes off.

As soon as he pulled you bra and panty off, he started sucking on one of your nipples and massaging the other, taking you by surprised. He's been doing it for about 3 minutes, switching sides every now and then with you playing with his hair.

"Gyul... I thought you said no foreplay?" you said.

"Sorry I can't help it, I wanna taste every inch of you before they do" he pouted.

"Well even after they fuck me, I'm still all yours..." you said tousling his hair.

"But still! I wanna be the first one" he pouted cutely again.

"Alright alright" you chuckled at his cuteness.

After another minute or so of sucking your boobs, he lays you down and starting licking the outside of your clit making you slightly moan. He smirked and started licking your clit harsher and sucking harshly. Your moans just got louder as he stuck not one but two fingers in and started thrusting in and out, curling his fingers while sucking harsh on your clit. The moment he added another finger and thrusting it faster and harsher than before, it became too much to handle. You felt like screaming because it hurt too much but you can't bring yourself to stop him because the pleasure was too good to be true. Without warning you cummed all over, and he licked every single bit of cum left on your pussy. You wiped the remaining cum on his lips, trying to catch your breath.

"You okay?" he asked to which you nodded in response.

You climbed on top of him and sunk down, slowly moving your hips to make sure his length is fully in you. It took a moment for you to adjust, in that short moment, he took both your hands and placed it on his chest, then he guide your hands slowly down till his abs, making sure you touch every inch of it. "This is all yours" he whispered sending shivers down your spine. You started gently rocking your hips, he gripped your butt cheeks, squeezing and slapping it. You soon got the hang of it and sped up the pace, both of you moaning because of the pleasure. He started pounding upwards and you started grinding down on him, both wanting to feel each other more. But soon enough, your orgasm got onto you, the pleasure was so overwhelming, you forgot to tell him that you were close and squirted all over his cock. "Wow I didn't expect you to squirt" he said looking down at the juices you released. "Oops sorry" you said embarrassed but he didn't seem to mind at all.

He took you off him, laying you down, licking the cum that you squirt till there's nothing left. He slowly inserted his humongous dick into you making you winced from the size. After checking that you're okay, he slowly thrusted in and out of you. It's the most careful he's ever been as he didn't wanted to hurt you. It's the 2nd time he's entering you but it still hurt a lot but after a few thrust, it eventually felt so good. He started thrusting faster and faster after seeing your relaxed expression, hitting every spot perfectly. Your boobs was shaking uncontrollably as he went extremely fast, determined to make you cum. The room was filled with skin slapping and moaning noises. You grip on tighter to the sheets as you were close to your 2nd cum.

"I'm close... Please don't stop..." you begged.

And luckily for you he didn't. After 3 more thrust you squirt all over but he still didn't stop. He kept thrusting and thrusting, overstimulating you until he was almost there. He was going to take it out and cum elsewhere but you wanted him to keep going.

"Hangyul, just cum inside me, its okay" you stopped him.

Hearing this, he immediately spill everything inside of you, so much, you can feel it filling you up and some spilling out of you. He took his time catching his breath, and laid on top of you hugging you tight, still not taking his length out. He didn't want to, but he also doesn't have any strength to go on.

"You okay?" you asked wiping the sweat off his face.

"Tired but extremely good..." he replied.

"I'm glad my first time was with you" you said.

"You're lying about your first time aren't you?" he said still hugging you.

"I'm not, it really was my first, was I okay?" you asked.

"Okay? You were amazing, I can never get over how you sucked my cock so good like that" he answered.

"You were amazing too... Guess you had lots of experience huh?" you said.

"I was? Not bad for a first time I guess... Wish I could've done better though" he said.

"Wait... It's your first time?" you ask.

"Duhh... I don't have time to date or have a one night stand with a stranger, nor do I want to" he said.

"So why did you do it with me?" you ask.

"To tell you the truth, I was hesitant at first, and I didn't agree to it because well, you are our manager after all. But I didn't want to lose to them as well" he explained, turning to lie to the side, his cock still not leaving your pussy.

Pulling you closer, he continued "but I was willing to do it because it was you, if it was other girls, I would've never done it"

"Liar... there's so many other pretty girls out there" you teased.

"I'm not lying" he said kissing your forehead.

"Thank you" you said pecking his lips.

"For what?" he asked.

"For liking me and being my first for everything" you said.

"I love you, you know that right" he suddenly blurted out making you blush, breaking eye contact with him.

"What are you shy?" he teased.

"No I'm no-" he cuts you off by tickling you.

The two of you spend the remaining 5 minutes talking, laughing, sharing the weirdest stories, and it so amazing how both of you just clicks whether its having sex or not.

"Alright times up, its our turn" Seungwoo interrupted.

You turn to take a look at Hangyul and he does not look pleased but you had to comfort him somehow.

"Hey, don't worry, no one is gonna be better than you and its only gonna take 4 hours, which may seems long but I'll be back before you know it! Okay?" you said giving him a few kisses in the middle.

"Actually we just decided to fuck you all at once and it'll only take an hour because 4 hours is way too long" Seungwoo said.

"We includes me too right?" Hangyul asked almost immediately.

"Yeah yeah whatever" Seungwoo replied.

"Even better! You'll be here so there's nothing to worry about okay?" you said hugging him tight.

"I'm okay, I'm just scared they'll be too harsh on you and hurt you" he said with a pout.

"Well if they're too harsh, then you can stop them for me, how does that sound?" you said and he nodded in response, hugging you close, not wanting to let you go.

Soon later, all of them came in the room naked and prepared, ready to wreck you.

Hangyul slowly pulled away from you as you winced from the sudden emptiness.

"My baby is fully stretched I see" Seungyoun said flicking your clit making you startled.

"So, who's cock do you want into your holes first?" Seungwoo said.

"Anyone is fine" you answered.

So they played a short game to decide who goes first.

Order : Yohan, Hangyul, Wooseok, Seungyoun, Seungwoo

Yohan pumped his cock a few times before you climed on top of him and slowly sat down to fit his length, his was not as big as Hangyul's one but it was still big. You gently rocked your hips to make sure that Yohan was fully inside you. You leaned forward to let Hangyul enter your 2nd hole. He gripped your hips and slowly entered you but stopped when you winced. "I'm okay, just keep going" you assured him. All 3 of you took a second to adjust to the new feeling. Yohan and Hangyul thrusted in perfect rhythm, when Yohan was thrusting in, Hangyul thrusted out, your body felt so full. Hangyul pulled you up to play with your nipple while Yohan played with the other nipple.

"You okay?" Hangyul whispered sending shivers to your body. You answered by nodding, eyes closed.

"Gyuliee can you please go a little faster?" you begged.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked worried.

"Don't worry" you said.

They both started going faster. This time Yohan groped both of your boobs while Hangyul stretched your clit with his fingers. You were practically screaming but didn't care anymore if you were loud, all that was in your mind was how their cocks both fit perfectly into you and how good both of them made you feel. You grinded more and more into them and they pounded more and more into you. You didn't want them to stop, the pleasure was too good, you tried to fight your orgasm back but your body wouldn't let you and you eventually squirted all over. Yohan looked panicked, he needed somewhere to spill but you're still on top of him. "It's okay, you can spill in her" you heard Hangyul said startling you. Yohan was hesitant but he couldn't really hold it in anymore and cummed inside you. Hangyul pulled out of you and pulled you off of Yohan, putting his length back in your pussy to spill his seeds in you for the 2nd time.

You tried catching your breath but the other 3 boys wouldn't let you, Wooseok basically shoved his cock into your mouth, gripping your hair and started fucking your mouth. You couldn't even move, tears running down your face, he was very harsh, you were gagging but he didn't care. Seungyoun and Seungwoo grabbed your hands and made you stroke their cock. "Suck bitch" Wooseok said finally letting go of your hair. You started sucking, licking and softly biting his cock, both your hands still stroking, pulling and twisting Seungwoo and Seungyoun's cocks. You can feel Hangyul hugging you from behind, one hand pinching and playing with your nipples, the other hand lightly tapping your pussy to make sure that you're not in big pain before slowly inserting his fingers, moving his fingers in and out, curling them inside you. Wooseok then again grabbed your hair, fucking your throat, making you gag and making him cum. "Swallow" he command and you did.

Seungyoun laid down on the bed, pulling you to lie on top of him and inserting his length into your 2nd hole. You didn't have any strength or energy left due to the amount of orgasm you've already released but they're still not done with whatever they planned. Wooseok entered your clit soon after and they started pounding hard. It wasn't exactly the perfect rhythm, it was more like them doing whatever they want. "That's my good pretty girl" Seungyoun said groping your shaking boobs, squishing it, twisting and pinching your nipples. They were pounding so hard you felt like your bones were gonna break. Wooseok was the first one to cum, he took his cock out, pumped it a few times before squirting everything on your belly. Seungyoun on the other hand was still abusing your 2nd hole when Wooseok left your exposed reddish vagina. After a few minutes, Seungyoun carried you up off him and squirted in Wooseok's mouth, as per his request.

The other four boys left to wash up, leaving you alone with Seungwoo. He was the only and last one that hasn't went into you yet so he laid you down, head facing the pillows. He grabbed both your hands and put them behind your back and started to pound into your 2nd hole without even caring how much pain you were feeling at the time. He used his free hand to finger your bruised pussy. It was 3 fingers at once, the pain was almost unbearable. "Seungwoo please stop... It hurts..." you begged but he didn't seem to care. After he a few more thrusts, he stopped. You thought it was over but he turned you around and made you ride him. You tried resisting with all your might but he was too strong. Before you know it he was gripping your hips tightly, pounding into you like an animal again, even harsher than before. "Swoo please, it hurts so much" you cried. "What? You gladly take all their cocks but you wouldn't take mine?" he said. "I would take yours if you just gave me a break" you said, tears rolling down your face. "Fuck toys don't have breaks" he roared and pounded harder, making you bounce up and down. Your whole body just gave up at this point, tears streaming down your face nonstop, praying for Hangyul to finish washing up so that he can somehow stop Seungwoo.

Fortunately, Hangyul came out of the bathroom just in time. He was shocked to see you cry, he knew he had to do stop Seungwoo before you got even more hurt. "Gyul..." you cried with the little strength you have left. With all his might, he pulled you up from Seungwoo, hugging you tightly in his arms. You felt a rush of emotions and tears flew out uncontrollably, it was unexplainable, painful, but you were also glad that Hangyul was there by your side no matter what. You heard Seungwoo grunt and curse, leaving the room. "It's okay... You're save with me now bub" you heard Hangyul say. Hangyul helped you to clean up, and dressed you in comfy clothes.

"Does it still hurts?" he laid you down on the bed hugging you softly, you nodded, still unable to speak.

"Don't worry about anything and sleep okay? I'll be by your side the whole night" he assured, caressing your hair, making you fall asleep.

Tiredness wash over you, falling asleep in his arms, peacefully.

The next morning

Hangyul woke up first, staring at you, slowly running his fingers through your hair and face, touching each of your facial features softly and carefully. He smiled at how cute you were when you were sleeping. He moved to grab his phone, accidentally waking you.

"Hangyul?" you said half awake.

"Sleep more, you must've been tired" he said hushing you back to sleep.

"Thank you" you said hiding your head at the crook of his neck.

"Anything for my baby" he lightly kissed your forehead.

"What?" you said looking up at him.

"Am I wrong? You're mine" he said smiling softly.

"Well if I'm yours then you're mine!" you said.

"Of course I am" he chuckled, patting you back to sleep like a baby.

"What do you wanna eat later? I can cook anything you know" he said.

"Anything is fine, but don't go till I wake up" you pouted.

"I won't... I'll be right here so you don't have to worry okay" he said.

You nodded and went back to sleep.

I'm sorry if this sucks 😭 I wanted to end it sweetly and Hangyul here is such a sweetheart 🥺 also I'm terribly sorry for making Seungwoo the "villain" I just felt that Seungwoo is the perfect role for it...

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hiii, I followed you a while back because I LOVED your Sett headcanons (like, your writing is so good). And I saw that you had your request open for the match up event. So if it's not too much trouble, could I please get a match up for League of Legends, Black Butler and AOT (I actually don't know if you can do for more than 1 fandom. But I know that it's a lot so please don't write for all of them if it's too much. If you write for one, could you please write for League of Legends?) Okay so, here is some information about me:

• I'm a 181cm tall female. I have shoulder length brunette hair, with curtain bangs dyed in purple.

• I'm pansexual

• I'm an introvert. I have social anxiety and I tend to be pretty shy (in general but with affection too since I'm not used to any kind). I'm pretty insecure with how I look (mainly bc of how tall I am for a girl) so compliments about my appearance don't phase me because I just can't believe them. I ignore and bottle up my emotions and like to focus more on other people and how they're feeling. I have a ... bizzare sense of humor. I'm really chill and my friends have said that I'm really kind, understandable and accepting. I prefer to listen to people instead to be the one that does the talking

• My hobbies include: reading, buying books and manga, watching anime, listening to music and hanging out with my cats.

• I can speak 3 languages so I guess that's a fun fact about me lol

Thank you so much for writing in advance. Please take as much as you want and again, you don't have to write for all of the fandoms that I mentioned if it's too much. Hope you have a nice day/evening!<3

[A/N: Hello darling! Thank you for reading and loving my Sett headcanons, I put my full effort in writing and I worked hard on them so thank you for all the compliments, it makes me really happy. Your very much welcome and I enjoyed writing this because I was able to know that Syndra's lore has been updated and information about Ionia has been expanded. I hope you have nice day/evening as well darling!]

I pair you with...

SYNDRA!

Why? Because...

Syndra has long been imprisoned and only recently managed to break free. It's been years since she's had an actual human interaction so you can tell her social skills are a bit...outdated, to say the least. You have to catch her up considering she missed quite a lot during her time in the Dreaming Pool, she's willing to learn and she's a great student. And she's actually pretty loyal, you don't need to be shy when you're around her, you can tell her secrets, things you're afraid to voice in front of people or just anything in general.

That said, as a way of returning your patience and kindness, she tries to help you with your social anxiety. Granted, she's not very good at it but she does her best and puts 100% of her effort in, you can think of her as a person to lean on. You can grab and use her hand like you would squeeze a stress ball if you're nervous, or you could whisper to her that you need some air or a quiet place, she'll bring you somewhere and do what she can with her magic to deafen the surroundings if it's too loud for you.

She's also not that great at giving affection, you can understand where she's coming from since her family, her friends, and even her mentor were scared of her. She knows these things take time to understand and to be able to express and give them to other people, but she's willing to put the time and patience. She likes to try new things so don't be scared when Syndra suddenly grabs your hand, wanting to walk with you hand-in-hand. Or suddenly hugging you from behind, her arms wrapped around your torso while you're in front of the stove, cooking.

One thing Syndra can't understand is how you can be insecure. You're a beautiful woman and Syndra appreciates every inch of your being. She doesn't mind you being tall for a woman, she thinks it's a unique trait of yours. Should anyone comment badly on your appearance, tell them to brace themselves for a storm.

Syndra doesn't like it when people keep secrets from her, your feelings are the same. You shouldn't bottle these emotions and feelings to yourself, it hurts, you can tell her and she won't judge. She tells you that you can vent on her, tell her when you're feeling sad or you're angry at your boss at work. She will intently listen and keep quiet during your venting as a sign of respect, showering you in kisses or squeezing you tightly in a hug right after, silently telling you "It's okay.".

You're more than free to share anything with her. She doesn't care if you say that you have a bizarre humor, you can tell her jokes or show her memes. Often, she won't understand and just look at you with a confused look that gets you cracking up everytime but that's okay, as long as she makes you smile and laugh.

And she appreciates the fact that you're so understanding and kind, she likes that you don't judge her for her past, and most of all, she likes the fact that you're not scared of her because of her magic.

She's talkative if you manage to bring it out of her, she has a lot of stories to tell, she just doesn't have many people who would be willing to listen. Her stories mostly consist of her childhood, sometimes it would be about books she read before or just some stuff she found interesting in her day.

Introduce her to your cats, you will not regret it. She will spend time with them and of course, with you. Syndra loves animals and petting them is her favorite thing to do so imagine her face lighting up when your cat purred when she petted it.

Syndra is a HUGE bookworm. She loves pretty much every genre, mostly history and literature. If you live near a local library, you can find Syndra there everyday, practically living there. You would bond over books. You both would read while snuggled on the couch or bed with your cats surrounding you, occasionally laying down beside you to sleep or to be petted. Syndra loves to learn new things and she wants to learn as much as she can, she would ask you to teach her the languages you speak. She thinks it's an impressive feat that you can speak three languages.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

[mcyt-amber-tftsmp]

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hey guys, Amber here!

So technically I hit 100 followers in less than a month and I'll be honest it feels too surreal as to how quickly I have reached this!

It makes me really happy to learn that you guys enjoy my writing as much as I do! ^^

So I hereby invite you guys to my writing event!

Few things which you guys should need to know:

This an event where you pick the prompt you wish for and you write it!!

Everyone can join this! This isn't a contest or anything and it's just for fun and to show how you write in your own ways!

There’s no creative limit! every prompt is yours to mold, and you can write in any length or style desired (whether it’s angst or fluff, cc! or c!, platonic or romantic is up to you!)

For making things easier and for enjoyment, please add trigger warnings or content warning and please no nsfw like you guys can do cuddling and kissing and stuff just don't do nsfw.

For requesting prompts, feel free to send a message, comment, or ask of the prompt and who you would like to write for (be mindful of boundaries for MCYT/Dream SMP members along with their Tales From The SMP characters!)

Each prompt is limited by three, but all are welcome to write for multiple just with different prompts!

Please just enjoy yourselves! <3

Characters For Writing:

Any MCYT/Dream SMP Members (who are comfortable)

Any Tales From The SMP Characters (I would really appreciate it if majority of you wrote on these characters cause they are underrated as heck but do whatever)

Prompts--

1. “stargazing was a good idea.”

2. “you're my new pillow.” ↪ You're my pillow now | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @perfectlycasualgirl

3. “whenever you smile, it makes me smile.”

4. "stop it." "stop what?" "stop smiling, cause it's too contagious for me." ↪ Smile | cc! TommyInnit x Reader - @socially-blue

5. "do you ever just wonder what colors taste like?" "You are seriously making me feel even more concerned for you."

↪ Sleep | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @socially-blue

6. "that's the sixth time you have complimented me today." "yeah and I'll compliment you four times more."

7. "you're an idiot." "but I'm your idiot."

8. “promise me that we'll never forget each other no matter what?” "promise."

9. “will you please sing? just for me?”

10. how the hell are you already tired?" "its literally 3am. how are you not tired, is the real question." ↪ platonic! cc! Bench Trio x Reader - @attempting-to-be-a-writer

11. "hey, do you wanna go outside and hang out?" "It's literally 4 in the morning." ↪ c! Ranboo x Reader - @imaginemcyt

12. "remember that one time back in highschool you fell in the lake?" "yeah and I prefer you not bringing it up cause it's embarrassing."

13. "I don't see the same person I loved, when I look at you anymore."

14. "why can't you just be honest with me?" "It's complicated, alright!?"

15. “they said never loving someone is a losing game. maybe they were right.”

16. “we don’t get to choose who dies.” ↪ Just a Boy | platonic! c! TommyInnit x Reader - @drowsydreaming

17. “we can share if that's alright with you?”

18. "the view is beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah you are..." ↪ As The Flowers Bloom, So Do You | c! GeorgeNotFound x Reader - @socially-blue

19. "did you just kiss me?" ↪ Did you Just Kiss Me? | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @imaginemcyt

20. "i didn't realize i was such an inconvenience to you."

21. "did you ever really love me?"

22. "why can't you just move on?" "because I still love you!"

Please tag me in your entries cause I'd love to read all the amazing writings you guys do in your own ways!

Writing Event Tag - #amber's 100 writing event

Event Status - Open!

Deadline - None as of now

Reblogs Appreciated!

Again I want to thank you all for the followers that I gained for you guys enjoying my writing and making the event possible and I love you guys very much!

Happy writing guys!

^^

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❛ I'M NOT BULLETPROOF ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hello, here’s the request all sort out ... could I get a Antonio imagine where the reader is related to someone on the unit? With the prompts (fluff 3/ 7) and also could you make it smut? Thank you once more!

❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @anotherfan07 @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.

[musette22]

As it's Chris' birthday today, what's your Evanstan headcon for how they are spending it? We don't know if Chris is still in LA (as far as I know), do you think he might be back in Boston to be with his family? That would mean Seb could easily visit him now that the lockdown in NYC is over. Or would he fly to LA to celebrate with his bf? (He hasn't been seen in NYC in the last couple of days either, right?) Or will the only hang out virtually? I would love to know what you are imagining 😊

Hello darling!! So yesterday, I said I probably wasn’t going to write any Evanstan for a while, but then I woke up this morning and had a lovely little Evanstan headcanon fantasy about Chris’s birthday - as you do - and then I thought screw it, let’s write this thing. So here’s a little drabble (well, it should’ve been a drabble) about how Chris might have spent his birthday 😘

A/N: This is just a nonsensical little fantasy scenario that doesn’t actually make any sense, but the idea made me happy, so I hope it’ll make you guys happy too! Don’t look too closely, please, there’s some overlap with previous fics and this was all written very quickly and hasn’t been edited properly because it’s late where I am and I need to sleep lmao 🙈 Sorry about that!

Happy birthday, Mr. America 

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Chris likes surprises, generally speaking.

Not the nasty kind, like when a part unexpectedly falls through, or someone gets angry at him out of the blue and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. But he likes it when exciting things happen and shake things up a bit, like when he’s having a lazy day alone at home, and a friend suddenly shows up on his doorstep to tell him, change of plans, we’re going bungee jumping. When that happens, Chris will happily drop whatever he’s doing and jump in the car, because that’s the kind of thing that makes him feel alive.

So when he arrives at the Evans’ family house today, on his birthday, and is greeted by a chorus of Surprise! and Happy Birthdays from a bunch of people he hasn’t seen ages - literal years, in some cases - Chris is delighted and touched; excited to see familiar faces and catch up with his friends and family.

That excited feeling lasts for a solid few hours, until his Aunt Melanie corners him and starts telling Chris about her Pilates instructor. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to set Chris up with whichever wonderful girl she’s most recently met and feels would be perfect for Chris, but this time she’s really hammering on about how she just can’t understand why a good-looking, successful young man like him hasn’t found a wife yet. She no doubt means well, but that doesn’t mean Chris is about to go on a blind date with her Pilates instructor.

When he’s finally managed to excuse himself under the pretense of needing a bathroom break, he sneaks off to the back of the house, to his dad’s old study. As soon as the door closes behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against it for a moment, catching his breath. He loves his family to bits, but there’s no denying they’re a lot. There’s a sofa in the study, a wide, navy blue one, and Chris lies down on it, stretching himself to his full length. He closes his eyes, hoping to nap for a couple of minutes, but no dice. His aunt’s comments play in his head on a loop, causing something uneasy to stir in his stomach.

The thing is, she’s right. He should already be married and have a couple of cute kids to dote on. He’s wanted to have a family and settle down for a long time, ever since he got done with sowing his wild oats and calmed down a little. He’s the long-term relationship kind, and there had been a few girlfriends with whom he thought he definitely could see a future.

That had been Before, though. Before Sebastian Stan had waltzed into his life and upended everything Chris thought he knew for certain, complicating everything in the best and worst possible way. After the initial shock of developing feelings for another guy wore off, Chris had simply accepted his infatuation as a fact of life, and it had become something he carried with him always, but never acted on or even spoke of. He wouldn’t know where to start. It was clear there was something between them, though. The way Sebastian looked at him sometimes… It had to mean something. For the longest time, they’d danced around each other, always just shy of outright flirting, and there had been a few times when Chris really thought something might finally happen between them. But it never did.

And now it never would. They’ve hardly even seen each other, over the past year, after they stopped working together. Sure, they kept in touch from time to time, but there is only so much keeping in touch two work friends can plausibly do before it gets weird or necessarily has to turn into something else. And Chris thought he’d accepted that, more or less.

But then last week, he and Scott had gotten drunk together – like really, stupidly drunk. At around 3 in the morning, Scott had put on The First Avenger so he could make fun of Chris in his skin tight leggings, and then suddenly Sebastian’s face had been right there on his TV screen: larger than life, young and handsome like he’d been when Chris first felt that tug in his gut when he’d looked at him.

And Chris, whose brain-to-mouth filter unfortunately ceases to exist entirely whenever he’s had too much to drink, had just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Initially, Scott had thought Chris meant that Steve was in love with Bucky. 

“Well, clearly,” he’d slurred. “They’re soooo gay, oh my god.”

And instead of using the misunderstanding to cover up for his unfortunate drunken slip-up, Chris had slowly shook his head and corrected, “No, with Sebastian. ‘M in love with Sebastian. Have been for a long time, I think.”

He’d passed out not long after, possibly his subconscious’ way of trying to protect himself against the barrage of questions from Scott that Chris had been in no state to answer in that moment. Inevitably, Scott had tried to talk to him about it the next day, but Chris – hungover, embarrassed and annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth and spilling this secret that he’d managed to keep for close to a decade – had told Scott to leave it and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Nothing was ever going to come of this now anyway, so it was much better if they could all just forget it ever happened.

Scott and he had gone to dinner at their mom’s that night, and of course, Lisa had instantly sensed something was off. Unfortunately, Chris never did stand a chance in hell against his mother, so when she took him to aside after dinner and outright asked him what was wrong, he’d had no choice but to spill the beans. Besides, if he didn’t, Scott would probably have found a way to guilt him into telling Lisa, eventually - they’d always shared everything with her, after all.

Lisa had been so loving and understanding, just like Chris knew she would, and despite the aching in his chest, he was grateful and a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t keeping something this significant from her any longer. But in the end, it didn’t change anything. Of course, Lisa had asked him why he didn’t just go for it, told him to just go for it, call Sebastian and ask him out for dinner, but Chris had dismissed all her suggestions. It just wasn’t going to happen. Certainly not now, not anymore.

She’d dropped it, eventually, but Chris is under no illusions that he’s heard the last of it.

Since then, he’d tried to put the whole fiasco out of his mind, but then Aunt Melanie started badgering him about his marital status and it had all come rushing back again.

Just when Chris about to give up on trying to nap and head outside to get some fresh air instead, there’s a knock at the door.

Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Come in,” he calls, not bothering to get up because it’s probably his mom coming to check on him. “Hey, mom,” he says, when Lisa’s head does appear around the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies, smiling. She opens the door a little wider. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Oh?” Chris says, sitting up a little straighter for whatever friend or family member his mom wants him to meet so urgently, but then Lisa steps aside to reveal –  

Sebastian.

Sebastian is here. In his mom’s house. Standing right there, looking a little apprehensive and unsure, but still so fucking gorgeous it makes Chris’s heart stop for a moment inside his chest, before it starts up again at double speed.

“Hey, Chris,” Sebastian says, and it’s his voice, he’s really here, in Chris’s dad’s old study, speaking actual words at him.

What the fuck.

Chris gets to his feet so fast he feels a bit lightheaded, lightly swaying on his feet before he manages to get some semblance of a reply. "Hi. What- Sebastian. What are you doing here?"

Sebastian’s eyes flicker to Lisa for a moment, looking at her a little uncertainly. She gives him an encouraging nod.

“Um,” Sebastian starts, turning his eyes back to Chris again. “Lisa, your mom, invited me to your surprise birthday party.” He licks his lips nervously. “So, yeah, happy birthday. And, um. Surprise.” The last word is accompanied by a dorky little wave, and Chris is just. Speechless.

Literally, can’t form any words speechless, which is highly unusual for him. When he just keeps standing there, staring a Sebastian like he’s some kind of fata morgana, Lisa rolls her eyes and nudges Sebastian with her elbow.

“Well, go on, then,” she prompts, nodding in Chris’s direction. “He won’t bite.” Then, the look in her eyes turns mischievous, and Chris has half a second to think oh no, before she adds, “Unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but then he'd ask first. I raised him well.”

Sebastian makes a strangled sound, but starts towards him nonetheless, and before he really knows what’s happening, Chris is holding Sebastian in his arms. Holding him in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck and breathing him in. Sebastian’s arms go around him, too, a little tentative at first, but growing tighter, more secure, the longer the hug lasts. 

And it lasts, much longer than a casual happy birthday hug between friends is supposed to last, but Chris can’t for the life of him bring himself to let go. He knows he’s clinging, that he’s got his nose pressed to the spot below Sebastian’s ear and that’s probably far too intimate, but Sebastian’s arms around are wound tightly around Chris’s waist and his cheek is presses to the side of Chris’s face, and he’s not letting go either.

Finally, after what feels simultaneously like forever and the blink of an eye, Sebastian inhales shakily, his chest expanding against Chris’s. With Herculean effort, Chris makes himself pull away. But, of course, that brings with it the complication of being able to see Sebastian’s face, flustered and glowing, eyes shining with something unnameable. They’re so close then, their faces only an inch or so apart, and when Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to Chris’s mouth for a split second, Chris’s restraint breaks.

He lunges forward, and Sebastian does the same, and their mouths crash together awkwardly and suddenly, they’re kissing. Really, actually kissing. 

Chris’s hands fly to Sebastian’s face, holding it like it’s something precious, causing Sebastian to make a small, desperate sound that reverberates throughout Chris’s entire body. When he licks at the seam of Sebastian’s lips, Sebastian parts them immediately, letting him in, and Chris is drowning. Drowning in the kiss, in Sebastian’s taste, his smell, the little sighs he’s making against Chris’s lips, like he’s just as overwhelmed and stupefied and happy as Chris is, while they cling to each other like they’re each scared the other’s going to disappear if they dare to let up for just one second.

Eventually, though, they have to break apart for air. Chris presses their foreheads together, unwilling to put any more distance between them than is strictly necessary, still breathing the same air. When Chris eventually opens his eyes, he finds Sebastian looking back at him in a way that makes his knees feel suddenly weak.

"Hi," Seb says, voice low and husky.

"Hey," Chris replies, his hands on either side of Sebastian’s face, thumbs idly caressing his cheekbones.

Sebastian giggles, a light, happy sound that makes his nose do that scrunchy thing it does, and Chris wants to die. He groans, pulling Sebastian back in by the back of his neck –

And then Lisa clears her throat. Sebastian startles; he’d evidently forgotten she was still there, or maybe assumed she’d have left to give them their privacy, but that just goes to show Sebastian doesn’t know Lisa very well – yet.

"Well,” Lisa says, a grin in her voice. “I'll leave you two to it then, let me know if you need anything.” She pauses, before cheekily adding, “Anything at all."

“Yes, thank you, mom,” Chris says quickly, keen to spare Sebastian any further embarrassment. Sebastian’s hiding his face in Chris’s chest as it is, arms still wound around his waist, and Chris is literally about to pass out from how fucking cute that is.

Holding up a placating hand, Lisa finally retreats, closing the door behind her.

Once they’re alone, Chris steers Sebastian towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him into his lap. Sebastian lets himself be guided, straddling Chris’s thighs and giving him a coy look through his eyelashes. Chris blows out a slow breath to center himself a little, bringing up his hands to settle on Sebastian’s waist.

He knows they’ll need to talk about this at some point, but right now he can’t think of a single way to express what he’s feeling, and what this means to him. Right now, all he can do is stare at Sebastian in wonder, relishing finally getting to look at him the way he’s always wanted to: unabashedly, fondly, and very appreciative of exactly how tempting Sebastian’s lips look – especially after having been thoroughly kissed. By him.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed, leaning in again to catch those pretty pink lips in another kiss.

Sebastian responds beautifully, opening up right away, melting into him. His arms wind around Chris’s shoulders, fingers scratching gently through the hair on the back of Chris’s head, making him shiver.

It’s sweet, at first; lips sliding together lazily, slow and lush, but eventually, the kisses turn a little dirtier, with nipping teeth and teasing tongues. When Sebastian bites Chris’s bottom lip a bit too hard, pulling on it, Chris literally goes cross-eyed for a second. The hand that found its way into Sebastian’s hair tightens instinctively, pulling his head back just a little.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, eyelids fluttering, and Chris instantly feels all his blood rushing south.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he has Sebastian here, in his lap, looking like innocence and sin wrapped into one, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes like it’s Chris who’s something to be desired. And Chris wants. He wants so bad, with every fiber of his being, to have Sebastian right there and then, but he has just enough presence of mind left to know that they can’t rush this, can’t make any rash decisions they might later regret if they don’t talk about what’s happening first.

Words still seem impossible, however, so instead, Chris takes one of Sebastian’s hands in his and presses a kiss to the center his palm, hoping to convey with that one gesture everything he wants to say but can’t.

When he looks back up, Sebastian blinks at him, his eyes wide and stunned, before he suddenly grabs Chris’s face between his hands and starts planting breathless kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and even his nose. Chris lets himself be kissed, basks in it, feeling like his heart might burst, and when Sebastian finally presses his lips to his mouth, Chris seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Despite Chris’s best intentions, it turns heated again in no time. Without his permission, his hands slide under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the smooth, warm skin of his back, while Sebastian mouths at Chris’s jaw, then trails a path of kisses down the column of his neck.

“Seb,” Chris groans, hands tightening convulsively on Sebastian’s waist. “Sebastian, wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sebastian pants, lifting his head to look down at him. He’s disheveled, his hair a mess, pupils blown, his lips red and a little raw from mouthing at Chris’s beard. He looks stunning.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Chris says honestly, touching Sebastian’s left cheek.

Sebastian ducks his head turning his face into Chris’s palm, but he’s smiling, which makes Chris smile, too, then they’re just smiling at each other like a couple of dorks.

Chris shifts their positions to get more comfortable, tugging at Sebastian until they’re both lying on the couch on their sides, face to face. Pulling him closer, into his chest, Chris swings a leg over both of Sebastian’s, and Sebastian takes the hint immediately, snuggling into Chris and tucking his head under his chin so they’re full on cuddling.

“Best fucking birthday present ever,” Chris mutters into Sebastian’s hair, his hand tracing idle patters on Sebastian’s upper arm. In reply, Sebastian presses a kiss to Chris’s chest, over his heart.

Somehow, they snooze for a little while, just drifting in and out of consciousness, neither of them seeming to want to untangle themselves from the other, until after an indeterminate amount of time, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Chris hums questioningly in reply, not wanting to wake Sebastian, and the door opens cautiously. Lisa pokes her head in again, and the moment she sees them, all wrapped around each other like that, she covers her mouth with her hands, cooing softly.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers, her eyes shining with affection and pride.

“Thanks, mom,” Chris whispers back, blinking back tears. “Love you.”

From where he’s half asleep on Chris’s chest, Sebastian murmurs, “Love you, too.”

[bwamp-bwamp]

Your writing is amazing so I think you can do nsfw well, and it is good to practice. Anyway, i was wondering if you could do 2D x reader where 2D and the reader are best friends. But 2D has a crush on them and doesn't think they like him back untill he found them masterbating to him and it ends in them sleeping together. I know thats kinda perverted, sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable you don't have to write it. Also sorry this was kinda long

2D x Reader (NSFW)

“I would like the reader to be a girl. And would it be ok if 2D was the bottom because the reader is very dominant?“ “I'm really sorry but i kinda forgot something! If your already pretty much done with the story then you don't have to do this, but can 2D at some point be done with the reader teasing and become all dominant all of a sudden. And he turns into basically an animal? You don't have to do it if it would mess something you already wrote up, just if you can. Sorry” (just to maybe clear some stuff up?)

Phase: During the “Do ya thing” video period so phase 3.5? Or just 3?

Reader: Female

Warning: poorly written NSFW ahead, tis unedited, I have no clue on how to but “read more” thing here but if you’re under age or just don’t like it then don’t read it! Also I had no clue what I was doing but I tried so I hope you enjoy!

Being Stuart’s best friend had its perks, one being that you were hired to help set up the equipment for their performances. Yep, that’s right, you were one of the roadies for the band. It wasn’t the best job but as long as you were making money and a place to live, you weren’t complaining.

Back when the first Kong Studio was around you were living by yourself and relatively close by so any time Stu got sick of Murdoc’s abuse, he’d just escape to your house and hang out with you. However, when they were on Plastic Beach, the only time you two saw each other was during tours, and even then you two barely talked.

The thought of you, your smile, laugh, gorgeous eyes, soft hair, kind heart, sweet personality, that’s what kept him going through the shit he dealt with on the damned island, locked in the room under the water and being washed by the large whale that terrorized him with its presence.

You were panicked by the lack of 2D, the band too, but mostly 2D. So when you got mail sent to your house with a return address you were unfamiliar with, you were confused. You only got more confused when you found a key inside with a note. Reading the note, you realized that......

No, it couldn’t be, could it? Was it really from Stuart? You had no idea you could feel more than two emotions at once. There was confusion, obviously, rage, joy and uncertainty. You felt rage because where the hell had he been and why hadn’t he tried contacting you before, joy because the key was to a townhouse the whole band was staying at and he wanted you to come live with them, saying something about “having so much to catch up on”, then finally uncertainty because what if this wasn’t actually 2D and it was just someone trying to prank you? And if it wasn’t your long time crush- I mean best friend, The Who was it and how did they know your address?

Shaking your head free of all but your happy thoughts, you decided you’d go find out. So you pocketed the key, wrote the return address on your hand and went to find out if the info in the note was for real.

After arriving at the address and getting out of the car, you walked to the front door, contemplating if you should test out the key and let yourself in or knock like a normal person. Shrugging your shoulders, you mumbled “fuck it” under your breath and pulled the key out of your pocket, jammed it into the lock and-

Holy shit, the key worked. Now all you need to do is see if the band lived there and not some old gross weirdo..... aside from Murdoc, of course. Slowly walking in, you gripped your keys incase you needed to stab a mofo. Unfamiliar with the building’s layout, you tried to be sneaky, and it was working up until a certain blue haired string bean came down the stairs.

You were both startled by the others presence, but after a second of staring at the man, a smile spread across your face. Stuart smiled as well, just standing there looking at you. Dropping your keys, you sprint towards the frontman of Gorillaz and practically tackle him to the stairs in a hug.

That was a month and a half ago, you had sold most of your belongings, like your furniture and the house itself, only leaving yourself with you clothes, car and other personal belongings. Your room was across the hall from Stu’s. What you didn’t know but could guess at by the way he looked at you recently and in the past was that your long time crush returned your feelings. He had no clue you liked him back, so one night when everyone was in the privacy of their own room, you thought everyone was asleep and decided to take advantage of the moment.

Your mind wandered a bit, trying to think of a scenario you could get off to. You felt your body heat up at the thought of 2D laying underneath you, his thin figure tied in a simple yet pleasing to look at shibari style. Lightly biting your bottom lip, you felt your folds getting wet and you had yet to even touch yourself.

You imagined the cute yet sexy moans and whimpers you could get out of his as you slowly, softly caressed his body, from his shoulders to his legs you sit between while leaving gentle kisses along his hardening length. Huffing quietly, you groped your breasts from under your night shirt, rubbing your thumb over a nipple, feeling it harden in excitement before lightly pinching it and pulling slightly then released.

You played with your chest a little longer as you thought about taking Stuart’s fully erect member in your mouth. Your mind jumped around a bit, bringing you to where he’s whimpering about being so close to finishing, only for you to take him out of your warm, wet mouth just before he could finish and cause him to whine in protest.

Crawling up his body, you kissed him hungrily, grinding your soaking entrance and sensitive clit against his spit coated dick. You weren’t sure when, but at some point, one of your hands slipped into your panties which lead to a quiet moan escaping your lips. It wasn’t loud enough to be heard through the door, let alone two, thankfully.

Back in your mind, your kisses moved from 2D’s lips, down his jaw, and to his neck and collarbones while the kisses evolved to gentle bites, sucks and licks. Stu begged you to “just ride me already, please!” Giving a giggled moan in response, you reached down, lined him up with you entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto his length.

In time with your imagination, you slowly entered two fingers into yourself, letting a moan out that was a little louder than the last. You continued to finger yourself in time with the mental imagery, rolling your hips against your hand as you were too focused on pleasure. Failing to pay attention to your surroundings or your volume, you didn’t realize you were repeatedly moaning the mans name loud enough for him to hear through both closed doors.

Not realizing what was happening, 2D got up from his bed in nothing but his underwear and made his way out of his room and to yours. He opened your door without knocking, rubbing the side of his face with his eyes closed as he entered. “(Y/N), what were you calling m-“ Stuart stopped mid-sentence when he opened his eyes to find you frozen in shock on your bed, one hand still under your shirt and your other hand still between your thighs, now three fingers in knuckles deep.

His mouth hung open and his eyes a bit wide. The woman he had been in love with for so many years was on her bed, fingering herself to the thought of him. If that didn’t make his cock come to life, he had no clue what would. Was he sure he wasn’t dreaming? No, he couldn’t be dreaming, he had yet to even fall asleep!

Glancing down at 2D’s hardening length after somewhat recovering from the shock, you slowly slid your fingers out of your wet opening and wiped them off onto your shirt. You moved to sit on your knees, still in bed before beckoning the bluenette closer. “Come here, Stu.” You spoke in a seductive tone, and he listened to your instruction, making his way over, only for you to pull him down onto the bed and gently kiss him.

Just like everything else that happened since he entered your room, 2D was shocked but went along with it, kissing you back after a second or two. He placed his hands on your waist, slowly running them up your back just to retrace their path down to your waist and down the sides of your thighs. The motion continued to cycle as you moved over him, cradling the sides of his face.

The sweet and gentle kisses didn’t last long, seeing as it turned into a heated makeout session. Stu moaned as you started to grind against him, causing you to sit up and smirk down at him. You grabbed the blue haired mans hands from your hips and pinned them beside his head, then kiss, licked and nipped at his neck and collarbones, making soft moans and whines leave his throat.

You continued to grind against him until you felt his member twitch slightly, to which you stopped before he could finish. Panting softly from the friction against your clit, you looked down at 2D and you’re heart melted when you two made eye contact. A light blush formed on your cheeks and you let go of Stuart’s wrists. You slowly ran your hands down his arms, over his shoulders and to his chest. As your hands continued their journey down Stu’s body to his underwear, your lips followed, leaving light kisses behind.

Slowly, so very slowly, you pulled 2D’s underwear down his legs, but stopped when they reached his calves and kissed over his thighs before stroking his shaft, leaving him to get rid of his only article of clothing. The blue haired man kicked them off as you trailed your tongue along a vein, from base to tip. He moaned as you put the tip in your mouth, thrusting slightly from the warmth.

You looked up at him the entire time, watching his reactions to see if you were at least doing okay. Seeing that all his responses were positive, you grew more confident and took more into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly when the tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly recovered and continued to give your crush head.

When he got close to finishing, you pulled away, grinning up at him only to hear a sound of frustration leave his mouth while he looked back at you upset. You tried to hold in your laugh as you took your shirt off and tossed it to the floor, your panties soon following suit, and you weren’t quite sure, but you had a feeling that Stuart’s eyes were following your movements.

It became more obvious that your feeling was right as you moved up his body to trap his spaghetti noodle of a body under yours, watching as he tilted his head to keep his eyes on your chest. You pecked his lips before you leaned to your bedside table and reached into the drawer, pulling out a condom packet you weren’t too sure would fit him, but heres to hoping.

“Put this on...” You spoke softly while handing it to him. 2D was still looking at you when you got back over him properly, but when you held it out, his eyes snapped from you, to the condom, then back to you before taking it, tearing it open and quickly making work at covering his member with it.

You smiled as you caressed his chest. “You ready?” The question left your mouth with a hint of nervousness but you ignored it and laughed softly when your friend eagerly nodded his head. You positioned yourself above his length, feeling the head pushing against your entrance when you felt your heart skip a beat at the words that left the Englishman’s mouth.

“You’re so very beautiful, (Y/N).” You blushed from the sincerity laced in his words. He lifted his hips slightly, finally entering you and got the sweetest moan in response. He moaned as well, closing his eyes as you took him till you hips met his. You felt so much better than he could have ever imagined, and it caused him to place his hands on your waist to keep you there, just like that, for a little longer.

You had been looking at him the entire time, a small smile forming on your face before you slowly started moving. You’re pace stayed the same for a while, much to Stuart’s disliking, seeing as he was begging you to go even just a bit faster. You leaned down to lightly nip at his earlobe as you stayed constant with tithe speed, that was the tipping point.

He had two close calls tonight, walked in on you touching yourself, and had been attracted to you ever since he knew you. He was not about to have you going at a pace that was slower than molasses so he took matters into his own hands and flipped you both. You let out a surprised noise at the sudden movement, but was quickly turned to a pleasure filled moan as Stu began to thrust deep and hard into you.

You’re heart rate quickened and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his real name slipping past your lips and causing him to smile and kiss you. Even in a moment like this, he still found you to be absolutely cute. “Do I feel good, love?” He asked through pants and moans, only to get pleased whines of “yes,” and “don’t stop” in response. He was nice this time and didn’t stop, only because he too was nearing his end.

You gripped his back and pulled him close, kissing him deeply as you finished around him, the frontman not far behind on the pleasure train. As you both tried to catch your breath, he pulled out and flopped beside you on the bed, disposing of the condom, then cuddled into your tired form with his head under your chin.

“Do you need anything, like something to drink or a bath?” He asked quietly as he eventually caught his breath. You shook your head as you wrapped your arms around him. “Right now, the only thing I need is some Stu cuddles and sleep, in the morning I’ll get a shower. Do you need anything?” “Cuddles and sleep sounds nice.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes, sleep washing over him first.

You smiled and kissed the top of his head before stroking his hair until you fell asleep too. “I love you blueberry....”

[creekqueen27]

Control (Pennywise) 2

[I always listen to music, mainly one song during writing a chapter to get the feels really going. This is the one I mainly listened to during writing this chapter. It's different for every chapter. I'll be posting them, happy reading <3]

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The necessities. That's all that were packed away in the few suitcases that used to lay in the back of the large closet, collecting dust. A new apartment awaited the arrival of it's new occupant, on the more dangerous side of town. The perfect place to settle into. The pictures that hung on the walls, all the false happiness within the memories. It still burns to look at them. The pure, true hope that I had.. pure stupidity. I shake my head as I exit the home-his home. This was no longer my place. As I drove the small, slightly beaten up car across town it was deadly silent around me. The perfect way to drown in my emotions. I boiled in negativity all the way into the apartment. The anger finally rising to the surface. A few things were unpacked here and there. Pacing and thinking occupied most of my time. Deciding on the first victim took a bit of thought as I scrolled through photos of his friends. The smartphone had a photo of a smiling young man on the screen, my first target. His work friend, who first introduced him to his new lover. "Brian.." I mumble to myself. What a mistake you've made. You poor, poor soul. You have no idea what's coming to you.

I get an outfit ready, knowing where he'd be tonight. He'd always go out on the weekends with 'the boys from work'. I was probably cheated on nearly every weekend and I didn't even know it. I may just have quite a feast tonight. In fact... I fully intend to.

I go to Brian's usual weekend hang out spot, a little bar near the edge of town. I walk up to the door and enter, nearly immediately spotting him with a trio of guys. I purposefully walk by them slowly, hearing a few whispers about my body. I smirk to myself and sit at the bar by myself, ordering a drink. I grow bored when I realize they're going to be a while. I pass by them again to exit the bar, giving them a good show on the way out, raising my shirt up a bit and doing a sexual gesture before motioning them outside. I doubt Brian even remembers me, if he does, he'd be too drunk to realize it- until it's too late.

I stand outside, waiting for them to exit the small bar. Finally, I recognize a few guys stumbling out of the door. One, two, three, four... yummy. I am pretty hungry.

"I could stand to spoil myself to a nice meal tonight." I smirk to myself as I purposefully strut over to them leaving my spot underneath the streetlight, careful to keep my face partially hidden in the shadows of my long hair. I hear two of them whistle at me as I sway my hips. Idiots.

"You boys wanna have some fun?" I asked in a flirty voice while pushing my chest out.

"Hell yeah baby!" One said. There was slurred agreement all around. I smirked to myself. Quite a feast, indeed.

"Follow me, I know somewhere we can go where we won't be interrupted." I say with a giggle. I start down the sidewalk, towards the edge of town and farther away from the city. "It's not much farther." I say as I hear one of them whisper a complaint on the length of the journey.

"Why do we have to go so far?" He asks, slurring his speech. I stop and turn around, running my hands down my chest and stopping at my sides.

"I'm a screamer. I get pretty loud. You boys look promising, I'm sure I won't be disappointed. I don't want to be interrupted either." I say in a sultry voice. He immediately perks up and quickens his pace. I smile at his actions, so eager. I can't help but giggle a bit. I go across the road and towards the woods, taking them close to the creek around the barrens. No one will hear them here.

I walk to the edge of the creek and stop, turning to look at them. The moon is so bright tonight, I can see them perfectly. I smile at them, they're standing in a near perfect line watching me intensely.

"Are you gonna strip for us first babe?" Brian asks. I giggle and bite my finger, feeling my fangs begin to come out. I walk over to him, slowly while swaying my hips. I circle around him while touching his chest lightly. I repeat this with each one, feeling an odd and sudden sensation of being watched. I ignore it and continue. I couldn't be identified even I am being watched. No one would believe the truth, anyway.

I convince myself to continue with my plan. I get to the tallest one, he looks the fastest. I put my hands on his face and bring his head down to mine. Just as he thinks I'm going to kiss him, I lunge for his neck biting and ripping with my teeth. Warm, beautiful blood begins spewing everywhere. The rest of the guys have a delayed reaction because of the alcohol in their system, but they scatter once they realize what just happened.

"Crazy bitch!" One screams as he tries running for the hill. I'm faster, I catch up to him grab his ankle, successfully crushing the bone and immobilizing him; at least until I can have my full attention on him. I look frantically for Brian as the anger rises more and more, seeing him running across the creek. I target him, my speed faster than that of a human. I tackle him into the creek, smelling his blood. He must have hit a sharp rock hard, the water is already turning red. I catch a faint scent of someone-something..

I open my mouth, and dig my teeth into his jugular, drinking him down quickly. I feel the smooth, warm blood in my throat, a delightful feeling. The one with the broken ankle is struggling hard, the tall one is dead, I'm drinking Brian.. where's the other-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" I hear the fourth one scream in pure terror while falling next to the one with the broken ankle. I stop drinking, Brian's long dead, and turn to look at what's going on. I see a tall silhouette lunge at my food. Blood goes everywhere. That must have been who I was smelling. Not only did they take one of my foods, but they started attacking the one with the broken ankle too!

"Hey! What the hell! They're mine!" I scream over to them in anger, completely offended. "I got them here, get your own!" I call as I begin walking over. I hear a- what I can only describe as maniacal- giggle as they stand to their full height. Much, much taller than me. I can't see their face, tilted down and hidden in shadows. Definitely not human, though. Is that red hair?

"Well, you're more than welcome to try to take them back from me." A male voice with a slight lisp says happily. Maybe I shouldn't push my luck...

I sigh angrily, nearly growling. I can't fucking believe this. "I don't want to have to hurt you, too." I lie. Honestly, I'm a little nervous. I'm not sure if I can take him or not. He's bigger than me, and seems to be much stronger than me too. I have no idea what he is. Is he even a he?

"Oh, are you going to hurt me?" He laughs, nearly mocking me, "That's not very likely" He says arrogantly, a slight lisp still in his voice. I roll my eyes and stare at him. What an ass. Something catches my eye, a red balloon floating towards me. I glance at between it and him, not sure what's going on anymore. The balloon gets closer and closer until it's right in front of me. It slowly spins, printed words revealing a message before suddenly popping and two of my victims, along with that arrogant thief, are gone. I look around me in every direction, searching for any sign of any of them.

Nothing. It's like they disappeared into thin air. I roll my eyes and look back at Brian lying in the creek, little to no blood left in his body as the water is tinted a beautiful shade of red. I walk over to the tall guy laying on the creek bank with his jugular ripped out. I sigh as he, too, has little to no blood. I'm not starving, in fact I'm quite full.. but I'm still pissed off.

"What in the hell just happened? Who was that?!" I sigh angrily while walking back towards town, towards my new apartment. A shower intended for relaxation turns to a nearly obsessive, repetitive brainstorming session. He wasn't one of me.. he ate their flesh..

Where did he come from?

How long was he watching us?

Has he always been here in Derry?

Why did he eat their flesh?

What is he??

I turn off the water that's going cold quickly, these questions still running through my mind as I dry myself off and get dressed. I stretch before crawling into bed and grabbing my phone, looking through social media. I smile as I read a post about a party in two nights. A good way to sharpen my hunting skills again.. I think with a smile, hopeful that I might run into someone on my drink list and just kill two birds with one stone. Should I make the new lovers the next ones; or should I make them watch as everyone around them that had a hand in my pain, dies? Decisions, decisions... Just before sleep overtakes me, my mind wonders back to the creek around the barrens. The thief.. what kind of creature could he be.. and how dangerous is he to me? Should I be worried.. cautious?

The last thing running through my mind is the strange message on the balloon...

"We belong..."

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Okay guys, so I know it's a little rough but there will be more of our favorite guy in the next chapter and he's obviously gonna be a regular in the chapters. I plan on having his 'human' form involved just about as much as his 'clown' form. Also, of course, this in the fanfiction universe so please don't get too bent out of shape that his entire being isn't like it is in the novel (Which I haven't read all the way through.)

Comments, suggestions, requests for oneshots, let me know <3

[rogue-barnes-16]

STRANGERS

Summary: you didn't know each other, neither of you would have looked at one another if it had been an average day. But it wasn't.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (modern au)

Genre: fluff

Permanent Taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace

Warnings: language, that Gif (yeah. That's a warning)

A/N: in my English book there's an article called "Touching Strangers", which talks about an experiment made by the American photographer Richard Renaldi. It was so good, and I thought, I need to write a fic about this. Enjoy (^u^), feedback is always appreciated guys <3.

I was enjoying my beautiful Sunday mornings, I didn't have to do anything, so the plan was sleep till noon.

But no.

Why would I want to sleep, if I had the most annoyingly loud roommates in the fucking world? "Nat, c'mon!" I got up and I saw Wanda whining in front of our bathroom door, which was closed. Probably Nat was inside. "Nat it was your fucking turn! Not mine!"

"it's. nine. In the fucking. Morning" I hissed, walking towards Wanda. "and it's. Sunday. So" I gave her a deadly glare before whispering "stop yelling, or you'll die."

"Okay" Wanda replied, and I was going to come back to bed, to enjoy the rest of my morning, but I couldn't "but, Y/n listen" I sighed and hummed "it's Nat's turn to run errands, right? Not mine" I nodded, feeling my eyelids heavier with each second.

"just do it Wanda!" We heard Nat's distressed voice. "you don't have anything to do anyway!" Wanda opened her eyes and mouth, showing something between shock and anger.

Okay that was it. I groaned and started to knock the door repeatedly. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova" When I called her by her full Russian name, she knew she had fucked up. "care to explain why the hell can't you run errands when it's your fucking turn?"

Silence. And then the door opened, showing Nat wearing a floral sundress, too happy for her. Wanda was trying to control her giggle, which made Nat's cheeks get red. "Maria is picking me up to meet her parents"

"So you're making Wanda yell at you at NINE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DATE?" I groaned frustrated.

"Please Y/n, could you do it?" I heard Wanda behind me, her chin resting over my shoulder. "Viz is picking me up early" when I didn't answer, she nudged her head against my shoulder. "pretty please?"

"gosh Wan, you're like a fucking cat" I didn't need to see her face to know she was pouting. Great, Wanda was pouting, Natasha was silently pleading, and my Sunday had just ruined.

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I got in the shower and I opened the faucet. Natasha had already left —Maria had come to pick her up—, and Wanda was already having breakfast. She would probably leave before I got out of the shower.

After half an hour, I came out of the bathroom, already dressed up, drying my hair. After having a light breakfast, I left the apartment.

It was a cloudy day, and it seemed like it could rain, but I had decided to wear a knee-length dress, and I wasn't going to go upstairs to change again, so I started to walk to the shop.

I wasn't going to be out for more than a couple of hours, so I didn't have to worry about the weather.

I walked during ten minutes approximately, before someone touched my shoulder "Excuse me" I turned around to face a man with a professional camera hanging on his neck "would you mind helping me with a project?"

"Uhm" I unlocked my phone to see the time. It was early, and I wasn't in a rush, so why not? I smiled up at the photographer. "sure, what's the project about?"

He smiled playfully before shrugging "you'll see" the he turned around and touched the shoulder of the first person he saw "Excuse me" the man stopped walking, taking off his headphones. "would you mind helping me with a project?"

"I- Uh..." he glanced at me briefly, but when our eyes crossed he looked away. "Okay, what do I have to do?"

The photographer eyes lit up with joy. "Okay, come with me guys" the man looked at me again and I gave him a polite smile, which he quickly returned.

We followed the photographer to a tall building. We entered into the hall, where there was a couple large eccentric armchairs. In front of them, there was a group of people setting up the place for a photo shoot.

The guy who had come with us looked around, as curious as me about what was happening. "I'm Richard Renaldi, and, as you can see, I'm a photographer" he walked towards his team and started to help them. "we're working on a project, Touching Strangers."

Renaldi quickly caught the boy's attention with that name, and I have to say he looked a bit anxious. "Wait wait wait" he put a strand of his behind him ear. "what do you mean?"

"Relax" the photographer said calmly. "this is completely voluntary, you don't have to do it if you want to" the boy seemed to relax and nodded. "we approach and ask complete strangers to physically interact while posing together for some portraits."

This seemed quite interesting, and definitely funny. "Okay" I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled. "I'm down for it. Seems interesting." I glanced at the boy besides me. "what do you say?"

He pursed his lips, staring at me for a moment. Then he sighed and took off his headphones and backpack, leaving them on the floor. "Okay, let's do it"

I crouched and left my things besides his, before getting up, waiting for that Richard guy to tell us what to do "there's one more thing." he stopped what he was doing to peek at us. "we're not giving you instructions, you'll have to improvise."

I felt the boy's eyes trained on me, probably waiting for me to do something. He seemed the shy type of guy, or maybe just someone introvert. "Okay, come with me" I wasn't super outgoing, but I figured I would have to make the first move, or we would stand still forever.

I stopped walking right in front of one of the armchairs and I turned around to look at the boy. Gosh, this was awkward. We stood there for a moment, and I had time to observe him.

And he was undeniably handsome. Steel blue eyes, dark hair, plump lips, sharp jaw, and well built. He should have seemed intimidating, but I felt like I was the one intimidating him.

"so" he put another strand of hair behind his ear. Maybe it was a nervous habit. "I don't really know what to do" he smiled sheepishly.

"Me neither" I let out a nervous laugh and I glanced at the photographer "this is getting awkward, give us some ideas please"

"I'm sorry, we can't" he gave us an apologetic smile. But gosh, he was enjoying this awkward situation and I knew it.

"what if we just sit down?" the boy shyly suggested. I nodded and he sat down in one of the armchairs.

And then it hit me. There were two arm chairs, but this was about to make physical contact. I chewed my lip nervously.

And then I thought, fuck it. I wasn't going to see him again, so it didn't really mater if I made a fool of myself.

The boy seemed confused when I sat on his lap, my knees caging him. I was facing him, so I could see the blush going all the way up to his neck. "Relax" I whispered with a reassuring smile on my face.

He smiled back and God, it was the purest smile in the world. His hands found mines and he brought them to his lips. He pecked my knuckles and I smiled.

I didn't even hear the camera, I was too caught up in the moment, so was he.

They took a couple of pictures more, and then we left.

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"Hey Y/n/n!" I didn't even bother to greet Wanda, I just threw my keys over the table. "wait, where're the groceries?"

"I've been in a photo shoot" before she could ask anything I kept talking. "I met a guy"

"what's his name?" I just shrugged and walked to my room.

A Month Later

As soon as I heard Richard Renaldi had set up a street exposition of his project 'Touching Strangers', I left the apartment and I walked to the place where the pictures had been displayed. There were around fifty pictures, maybe more, and they were all amazing.

My picture was in the middle. I have to recognize it looked amazingly intimate. It seemed like we had known each other for a long- "ouch!"

Someone bumped into me, quickly holding me steady, so I wouldn't lose the balance. "Fuck I'm so sorry- I wasn't..." his voice died when we saw each other's face. "oh... Hi" that sheepish grin.

I chewed my lip holding back my smile. "hey there." we stood like that for a while until he realized he was still holding me. He quickly pulled away, putting a strand of his hair behind his ear. "I'm Y/n, by the way." I said, flashing him a smile.

He licked his lips nervously, still smiling. "I'm James, but everyone calls me Bucky." another moment of silence. We looked at each other's eyes for a long while, before he broke the contact and pointed at the picture. "it was a good idea to sit down."

"yeah, it was" I peeked at him and he peeked at me. We both let out a giggle, staring at the photograph.

"So uhm, Y/n"

"yeah Bucky?"

Another giggle. He turned around to face me before talking again. "uhm... Do you want to grab a coffee or something?"

My smile grew bigger. "sure, I haven't had breakfast."

"we should fix that" he replied. I just nodded and without thinking twice, I extended a hand for him to take it. And surprisingly, he did. "by the way, I was asking you out."

I let out a laugh, resting my head against his shoulder. "I'm aware." he smiled awkwardly and nodded. "by the way, I said yes."

"I'm aware." I smiled up at him and he returned it. It felt right. It didn't feel like we were strangers.

[adampage]

Face the Facts | Sami Zayn

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

I’m going to type the anon’s request at the bottom of the story because it gives away too much and I just want you guys to read it.

Word Count: 3,690 I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT FOR GOOD REASON OK

Author’s Note: I’m taking requests!!!!  THIS REQUEST IS WAS SO CUTE AND SO HEAVENLY AND JUST. JUST READ IT. PLEASE. Please leave comments I love y’all <3 (And for the love of god i need to make a legit tag list so please send me an ask if you’d like to be in it, even if i already tag you bc i just tag whoever comes to mind at this point)

Tagging: @llowkeys / @unabashedwwesmut / @hardcorewwetrash / @roman-reigns-princess / @the-geekgoddes / @xxmaddhatter39xx / @reigns420 / @xstylesxclashx / @crowleysqueenofhell / @wrasslin-x / @wrestlewriting / @sjwrites22 / @wwefluffandstuff / @wrestlingbabe / @helluvawriter / @helluvaclash / @squirrel666 / 

It had started out very innocently. One evening, she sat at a table in the catering room, nibbling on her dinner. There was no one around, which was just the way she liked it. She held the book upright, just shy of her plate, as her other hand fed her forkfuls of spaghetti. It was a particularly harrowing situation, given that [Y/N] disliked getting food stains in her books, but it was a hazard of her addiction. Fact books were her life.

So as she cursed herself for splattering just a teensy bit of tomato sauce on page sixty five, All About Mosquitos, dabbing failingly at the spot, who should catch her in her own personal bubble of embarrassment but Sami Zayn? "Hey, [Y/N], mind if I sit?" She nodded in response, motioning to the chair in front of her with her fork, wincing when another stain hit the page. She gave the spot one last swipe before replacing the bookmark and swatting the book shut, settling it down on the chair to her right. His animated ginger brows expressed a flicker of mild amusement before his body settled in his seat. He was having the chicken salad. Of course he is, she thought. That would've been the better choice, given her own circumstances. Also, it was healthier. "What were you reading just now?" He asked amicably, the crunch of his salad hitting her ears as he took a bite. "Oh, um, that? Just a book." "I can see that," he said, smiling, "but about what?" "Uh..." [Y/N] mumbled. It wasn't something she liked to talk about. The few times she ever mentioned her fascination for the useless, guys and gals everywhere were immediately turned off. She could hear their voices change, the intonation in their mhm's differing slightly, monosyllables becoming more frequent replies. Their eyes would glaze over, no longer entertained by the conversation. And she never recognized it, until one day an old boyfriend broke up with her, his excuse being, "you just never shut up about that dumb, useless shit." So she never spoke of it aloud to anyone ever again. "It's nothing. Just dumb stuff." She could feel her body drawing back into itself, and she wondered just how much more of her spaghetti she would have to eat in front of him before she could make the excuse that she was full and leave. Sami gave her a wide smile. "Well, whatever it is, I bet it's interesting. When you're done with it, you mind if I borrow it? Most of the others don't really bring books along with them on the road, and I've been craving some new reading material." He took another bite of his salad. "You know, there was a study recently that said people who read are two and a half times less likely to get Alzheimer's?" It was like [Y/N] snapped back into reality after aeons of living inside her own mind. "W-what did you say?" "Yeah," Sami continued, "they said that even though reading doesn't outright prevent you from getting the disease, they proved that reading and Alzheimer's had a kind of correlation. Pretty useless, in the end," he chuckled. "But interesting to know all the same. I'm not going to take my chances." Suddenly, [Y/N]'s mouth went dry. The anticipation was killing her. "Do you know any other useless information? Anything else, ya know," she gestured with her hands, "interesting?" Chewing on his leaves, Sami thought long and hard. After about a minute, he remembered something. "Julius Caesar was kidnapped by pirates when he was in his twenties and held for ransom. When he heard the price, he told the pirates that it was an insult to his value and demanded they raise it. Once the ransom was paid and he was free, he tracked them down and executed them." [Y/N] giggled in response, hand reaching to cover her mouth. "Oh my God. That's amazing." "I wouldn't say amazing so much as arrogant, though," he argued gently. "No, I know," she replied, "but it's amazing that you know that." And that was it. The start of a budding friendship. He looked at her for what seemed like a year, biting his lip in contemplation. "Do you want to hang out later? Grab a smoothie or something, after the show?" [Y/N] flashed him a brilliantly beautiful smile. "I'd love to."

Weeks passed, and [Y/N] and Sami became the best of friends. She still kept her book and her useless facts to herself, but she knew that if it ever came up again, she wouldn't be afraid to tell him about it. Something about the way they'd spoken that day in catering gave off this vibe, this instinct to trust him. For the most part, they talked about movies, shows, work, politics. She was glad to find out that they had similar lines of thinking with pretty much anything, and they remained pretty much inseparable. It must've been the politeness, the kindness with which he spoke to her, that sealed that deal. She had a gentle, quiet nature that seemed to mirror his own. They were two sides of the same coin, as it were. One night, after a particularly grueling match with Natalya, in which Natalya actually spat in her face to the reception of boo's from the crowd, [Y/N] was feeling exceptionally down. She knew it was coming. She had told Natalya to give it her all. And it was only a storyline. It really shouldn't have affected her as much as it had. As much as it did. Sami had been right behind the curtain throughout the whole ordeal. He handed [Y/N] a towel to wipe off her face. "Really put the spit in spit-take, huh?" She wiped herself off with the towel, and threw it back to him. "No one laughed." "Good. That means they love you as much as I do." Sami slung the towel around his neck, and an arm around her slumped shoulders. "Guess you can sleep easy tonight knowing the entire WWE universe is probably writing hate tweets to Nattie as we speak." She looked up at him as they walked towards the locker rooms, placed a hand on his scruff and scratched it adoringly, before giving him a light slap on the cheek. "That's not nice, Sami. I wish they'd send me love tweets instead of sending her hate tweets." "Now that is a very noble and sweet thing to say. But, the heel makes the face, so..." "Did you just quote Glow at me?" "Who? What? Me? That wasn't Glow, that was..." He snapped his fingers, the bullshit answer coming to him. "...Vince McMahon." "Sami Zayn, you dumb, lovable idiot." "I'll take that as a compliment."

She couldn't sleep. That nightmare couldn't have taken more than a couple minutes for her brain to concoct and perform, and yet it had kept her awake for hours. It was Nattie's face, and yet it wasn't her face at all. It was warped, like the mirrors in a funhouse. Actually, now that she thought about it, the nightmare might have been about Nattie chasing her through a never ending hallway of funhouse mirrors, but it was hard to tell at this point. It had freaked her out. She had woken up in a cold sweat, and now she couldn't fall back asleep. She checked the time. 1:27 am. Fuck me, she thought, biting her thumbnail. Everything in the hotel was probably locked up or closed by now. The gym, the pool, the bar where she might've been able to drink herself to sleep. She didn't want to do it, but...at this point, she had no choice. Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, swallowing down every thought she had to deny herself this small ease of her soul, she opened up her chat with Sami. It took her a solid, oh, fifteen minutes to decide on her factual opener. Did you know mosquitos are most attracted to the color blue? It was about another minute or two before she saw the tell-tale chat bubble appear on the screen, signaling that Sami was typing a response. I didn't, actually. Remind me never to wear blue when we visit the south in the summer.

She let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to ask, then. Why she was still up. Her respect for him grew with every passing moment. I will. Also, don't wear black in the summer. Or anything dark, for that matter. Dark colors absorb all colors of light rays, as well as heat. You sure know a lot about colors, don't you? She bit her lip, holding back a smile. Eh, well, you know. I dabble. Dabbling is good, haha. I enjoy dabbling, now and then. I am quite the dabbler. Really? Oh, yeah. I've dabbled in marine biology. For example, did you know that a whale's penis is, ahem, scientifically called a dork? The only dork here is you. No way that's its scientific name. Also, leave it to the man to start talking about penis in a little light hearted, dabbling conversation. Ouch, that hurts. You got me, I'm not sure if it's scientific. Did you know that a male giraffe's penis is approximately four feet in length? That's about the size of an emperor penguin, or about the average height of a seven year old child. Oh my god. Now who's talking about penises? (Penisi?) I hope Finn and his stuffed animal giraffes stay far away from me for the next few weeks. I won't be able to stop thinking about what you've just told me. I feel so emasculated. [Y/N] burst out laughing. She was glad she didn't have a roommate this week, or else they totally would've cussed her out by now. All that tossing and turning, and now she was giggling uncontrollably at her phone screen. Emasculated? Come on. I'm serious. I will never, in my life, have a penis that large. That's upsetting. It truly is. The common shrew's penis is only a fifth of an inch long, on average, but relative to its body size, they're well endowed. So don't feel too bad. I am absolutely in awe at how much more you know about penises than me. My hope is that you don't know any of this from experience. Christ, Sami, NO. Omg, ew. I have definitely NOT dabbled in bestiality, thank you very much. Hahahaha, okay. Just making sure. ...So is that all you got? 😉 [Y/N] stared at the bright screen. She'd already woken him up, and it was nearing two thirty in the morning already. They'd probably be awake in the next three hours, since the gym opened up at 5:30. At this point, sleep wasn't much of an issue. She looked up at the ceiling, then back at the clock. 2:25. ....Boy, I'm just getting started.

So you're telling me that a superstitious pope is to blame for the Black Death? Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you. So if this pope had just, left these cats alone, and not told people that they were the devil's brood, that the Black Death probably wouldn't have happened, because cats kill rats. The rats, of course, being the cause of the plague. Absolutely. And that he is the reason people, to this day, are so put off by cats. Which is stupid. Cats are amazing. I'm totally in agreement. Gucci is a fine example. Gucci is probably the best example, imho. She's the paragon of all feline kind, if you ask her. Oh, speaking of cats. Did you know that cats were highly revered in Egypt I had heard about that, yeah. Yeah, pharaohs would be buried with their pets, mainly cats and dogs, along with their families and concubines. The cats were supposed to help guide their spirits to the afterlife. Is that why people say that cats can see ghosts? Sometimes Gucci yowls at the wall. OMG, are you serious? 😂 Yes. I'm totally serious. You might need to have her checked out, tbqh. Absolutely not. My Gucci is perfect. Okay, then.... So I've got a useless fact for you. In the nineteenth century, there was a construction foreman named Phineas Gage who, after some miscommunication or malfunction with explosives, got a metal rod shot through his brain, and lived. He fucking LIVED? Yeah, he lived. For another twelve years. That's just...that's insane. Twelve years? Christ. Yeah, crazy isn't it? Extraordinary. Now, I'm going back to animals because animals are fun. By all means. Did you know that bloodhounds are the only animals whose evidence is admissible in court? Really? Must be why Sherlock Holmes had one. Yeah. Apparently their noses have forty times the amount of receptors that human noses do, so it's easy for them to connect blood at the scene of a murder with the suspect who may have committed the act. Commit murder, stay away from dogs. Duly noted. Sami. Sami, no. I'm kidding, lol. Do I look like the type of guy who could kill someone? [Y/N] dropped her phone on her lap, incredulous. She sat there, head leaning against the headboard for a good long while. Could she imagine him killing someone? The answer was only too obvious. Sami, you wrestle for a living. The only reason you haven't killed someone yet is because you and the other person know what they're doing, and it's professional. Imagine yourself fighting someone who has no training whatsoever; you get mad one night and fists start flying. To me, you don’t look like you could hurt anyone. But you could hurt someone if you wanted to.

Why would I be fighting them, though? I feel like if I killed someone, it would have to be a very good reason. Not that I'm saying murder is justifiable. But. You know. The conversation had taken quite a turn. It was morbid at best, revealing at worst. She typed a response. Let's say they hurt me. Badly. On purpose. Would you kill someone for that? His response was static. It was like she'd accidentally pressed "scan" on the radio and nothing came up but noise. She was glad of it, though. It meant he was taking his time to think about it. If he said yes too quickly, it meant he really, honestly, couldn't give a fuck about human life, which she knew was untrue. If he said no too quickly, it meant he really could give a fuck about her. It was a selfish, loaded question. But she had typed it out anyway. I'd probably beat them to near death, if I could get away with it. Make sure they never hurt you again, or at least that they got the picture. An exhale of breath. Phew. Best answer, in her mind. Why is that so....sweet? Lol. I do consider myself sweet, so I'm glad to hear you say that. She dropped her phone on her chest with a smile. It was getting brighter, all of a sudden. Only then did she realize that soft light was glowing through the window shades. She checked the clock on the nightstand. 5:59. Sami, it's six o'clock in the morning. The gym's been open for a half hour! I know, [Y/N]. She stared at his answer. Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't you say so? I was having too much fun texting you. There they were. The butterflies that came to assault her tummy once every thousand exchanges. Sure, they toed the line of flirtation more times than she could count in a day. But sometimes, she could tell there was something different about the way he said certain things. That's all fine and great but we gotta go! Let's go, Sami, get ready. Gym time! 🤗 All right, [Y/N]. Give me ten minutes, I'll be knocking at your door.  

Teal sports bra, black yoga shorts, teal Adidas on her feet. Hair in a high ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe some eyeliner? Nah, just mascara. She rubbed her hands together, shifted weight between her left leg and her right. "Ooh," she shivered. The AC was way too low. Might have been half the reason she couldn't sleep. She grabbed a towel out of her gym bag, and a water bottle out of the mini fridge. A knock. Her mouth widened into a smile as she turned to open the door. She opened it to find a just showered Sami Zayn, ginger curls at the top of his head dripping lightly with moisture. He looked up to meet her eyes, and her heart nearly stopped at the sight. Those lovely dark eyes could melt the most cold hearted bitch. He stood there for a moment, didn't say a word. She wondered what he was thinking. Then, "Good morning, [Y/N]." "Good morning, Sami. How'd you sleep?" She shut the door behind her, and they made their way towards the elevator. "Not well. Some girl kept me awake last night. Kept spewing a bunch of weird facts at me." "Really?" She grinned. "Why didn't you tell her to stop?" A button pressed. The ding of an elevator, doors swinging open. He placed an arm to hold the doors, motioning as if to say, "ladies first." She pressed the button for the second floor, above the lobby, where the gym was. "Well, I don't know. She was really opening my mind about a lot of things. I learned a lot. She's really intelligent." "Nah. I wouldn't say spewing useless information is a result of intelligence. Anyone can remember a couple bullshit facts." He poked her in the tummy. "Well, I think it's endearing." He shifted on his feet, leaning against the back wall of the elevator. "Did you know that most people who die in elevators are elevator technicians? Statistically, it's the safest form of travel." Sami chuckled silently to himself. "Unless you have an elevator technician degree I don't know about, I guess we're fine, then, huh?" The elevator jolted suddenly, scaring them both. She grabbed his hand instinctually, dropping it once the elevator continued its descent to the second floor. He looked at her, and they both laughed awkwardly. "Why were you awake all night?" Sami asked her, finally. "Um." It was getting cold, and she could feel herself beginning to shiver. "You can tell me. You know you can." It was hard to dismiss those puppy dog eyes of his. They bore into her soul, begging her to spill her secrets. "I had a, a nightmare." It sounded like a question. She placed her water bottle on the floor of the elevator, the condensation of the beverage freezing her fingers. "I couldn't go back to sleep, but. I didn't want to say anything." "You could've told me." "I know, it's just," she crossed her arms against her, trying to draw heat from her own body that wasn't there. "I didn't want to worry you." "Hey, [Y/N]." His voice was a mere whisper, hardly audible if they hadn't been standing in an elevator, two feet apart. Sami closed the distance between them. "Yeah?" She whispered back. He cupped her chin, lightly pressing at her jaw. Their eyes met, and the butterflies and her stomach began their fluttering song. His eyes ran over her, studying every line of her face. When they paused a bit too long at her lips, the doors swung open, the sharp "ding" of the elevator indicating they had finally made it to the second floor. [Y/N] looked away from him, towards the open doors, but as she made to move, Sami shifted his body, stopping her for just a moment before he pushed a button. The doors dinged closed, and she looked back at him, confused. "There's something I need to tell you, and I don't think I should tell you in the middle of the gym, where our friends can see us. In fact, we've been lucky so far that no one's stopped this elevator." He scanned her again, the look on his face full of love and adoration. "What is it, Sami? What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" He chuckled. "There's nothing wrong. Everything's absolutely perfect." He paused. Then he continued. "Fact. I'm in love with my best friend and I think she's in love with me, too." What? "You heard me. Fact. I'm in love with my best friend. And I think," he paused again, looking straight through to the dark recesses of her soul, "she's in love with me, too." This was un-freaking-believable. Her mind was spinning. It was like the whole world had been turned upside down. But why? Why was this so difficult to understand? Just moments ago her heart was fluttering. Moments ago, she was wishing this was true and now it was and it was the one fact in the world she couldn't believe. "Believe it, baby. That's one fact that'll never change. I'm in love with you." And then his mouth was on hers like it was meant to be there all along. His body leaned in, begging to be touched. Her fingers ran under his shirt, grazing the ginger hairs of his tummy and his chest, feeling the goosebumps rising from his skin. His tongue flicked over her lips, and she opened them, every one of her vulnerabilities drifting away as he kissed her more passionately with every fleeting second, his tongue searching for hers in longing, and she met him briefly, before pushing him back just an inch to catch her breath. Her eyes looked away, shifting everywhere but to his own. Their breaths slowed and deepened, each passing moment bathing her in serenity. At last, her eyes locked onto his. "Fact. I'm in love with you, too. Now and always." He granted her a smile that would not go away, a smile that felt like starlight and sunshine, all at once. And the butterflies never stopped fluttering.

"If you don't have too many requests, would you be able to do a Sami Zayn one where the reader stays up all night texting texting Sami facts he'll never need to know or use in life. When he asks her why she stayed up all night, she says it's because she had a nightmare but she was too afraid to tell him about it. If you want to do this, thanks!" - anon