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sanaexus · 18 days

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social's as nagi's girlfriend

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yourusername: he loves me (i'm lying to myself also all he does is play games but he won't let me go anywhere 😔)

tagged: nagi.seishiro

reo.miikage: he doesn't he loves me (we're both js making fools of ourselves) ↳yourusername: the difference is i can sit on his lap whenever and you can't ↳reo.miikage: girl stfu i legit carry your boyfie around ↳yourusername: boy don't be seen talking when i'm the one who he fucks every night ↳chigi.who: b y e . ↳hiyori: WHAT THE FUCK?? ↳isaichii: is that why he's always tired at soccer practice? ↳yourusername: idk don't ask me ↳mikka.kaiser: FOR THE LAST DAMN TIME IT'S FOOTBALL. YOU WANNA BE AMERICAN SO BAD GO GUN DOWN A BUILDING OR SOMETHING ↳alexis.ness: that was rude ↳mikka.kaiser: oh i don't care ↳nagi.seishiro: stop spamming the fuck?

user1: came here to see y/n content not some 6'3 prodigy man child who considers breathing a hassle ↳nagi.seishiro: it is ↳user2: girl??? ↳yourusername: mb 😔😔

julian.loki: minecraft's mid roblox better ↳user3: never in a million year would i have imagined julian loki saying that ↳yourusername: YOU LEGIT SCAM AND E-DATE KIDS IN BROOKHAVEN TFYM (come play dress to impress w me pls) ↳julian.loki: IT'S THEIR FUCKING FAULT THEY KEEP THE HOUSE UNLOCKED OFC I'LL STEAR THEIR MONEY (omw)

megubachi: SHOES IN THE HOUSE???? ↳shoei.barou: disgusting ↳yourusername: I'M SORRY ↳yourusername: barou is like the levi of bluelock except taller and he didn't lose an eye and two fingers ↳karasu_tabito: DO YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME? LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE TRY MOVE ON OVER HERE ↳nagi.seishiro: she cried about it for like 4 months ↳yourusername: SHUT UP I DIDNR ↳eita.otoya: HAHA NO BALLS ↳yourusername: SUCK MY DICK BITCH ↳eita.otoya: YOU DON'T HAVE ONE?? ↳yourusername: SAYS WHO? ↳shiidoryu: ILL VOUCH FOR YOU IF YOU SHOW ME YOUR COCK ↳yourusername: BET ↳shiidoryu: Y/N HAS A 9 INCH DICK nagi.seishiro: you weren't complaining 5 minutes ago :x ↳yourusername: STFU SROp ↳nagi.seishiro: anw come back you're warm and human and better than a hoodie ↳yourusername: tfym human?? ↳nagi.seishiro: idk js come

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yourusername: no bc the one time we go outside for a date it has to be an arcade

tagged: nagi.seishiro

reo.miikage: sigh i guess we'll always be second to games ↳yourusername: TFYM "WE" BRO IT'S ME NOT U ↳reo.miikage: HE'S MY BESTFRIEND?? ↳yourusername: HE'S MY BOYFRIEND??

nagi.seishiro: yeah but i got you all the prizes you wanted ↳yourusername: yeah and i'm gonna go hug mr.masha instead of you bc he actually pays attention to me ↳nagi.seishiro: sigh i'm coming over

karasu_tabito: wtf was bro doing ↳yourusername: idk he prolly js felt silly and bachira's monster came over him ↳megubachi: my monster didn't like that ↳yourusername: tell him i'll give him kisses ↳nagi.seishiro: no you won't ↳yourusername: rudeee

kuniisuke: bigger question is how did y/n manage to drag him out ↳yourusername: don't ask me how i did i js did it was hard ↳eita.otoya: isn't that some tiktok audio ↳yourusername: yes and? ↳megubachi: SAY THAT SHIT W YOUR CHEST AND ↳megubachi: oh wait we aren't doing that this time?

shiidoryu: biggest question is did y/n win anything by herself? ↳nagi.seishiro: no ↳reo.miikage: nope ↳isaichii: no way ↳rin.itoshi: no ↳itoshi_sae: no ↳shoei.barou: no ↳nikkoki: nah ↳karasu_tabito: not happening ↳eita.otoya: nuh uh ↳mikka.kaiser: not in this lifetime ↳yourusername: Y'ALL ARE SO RUDE WOW BYE I'M GONNA GO CRY TO ANRI AB THIS 🤬🤬🤬

user4: my roman empire is that rin, sae and barou the people who barely use social media still frequently interact with y/n posts (mostly to insult her) ↳yourusernames: haters gon hate 💔💔

nagi.seishiro: her being very pretty makes up for the fact she didn't win anything (i wasn't held at gunpoint) ↳reo.miikage: blink twice if you need head ↳yourusername: ?? ↳hiyori: ????? BEO ↳reo.miikage: oops i meant help

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yourusername: woahh my boyfriend can kick a ball (he's so cool) anw i forced them to make that heart

tagged: nagi.seishiro

isaichii: i don't know what the fuck you did to motivate that man but pls do it again ↳yourusername: I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?? ↳nagi.seishiro: promised me kisses ↳yourusername: that wasn't me that was either reo or your side chick ↳chigi.who: nah he's too lazy to have a side chick it'll prolly be a "hassle" to keep her a secret ↳user4: LMFAO ↳reo.miikage: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I THINK I'D REMEMBER PROMISING MY BESTFRIEND KISSES?? ↳nikkoki: you're saying bestfriend as if you don't drool over him

shoei.barou: never let y/n come to a match again making that heart was harder than the fucking match ↳rin.itoshi: the next time i see her she better run. ↳eita.otoya: that shit fucking hurt. ↳nagi.seishiro: it was such a hassle ↳isaichii: loved the winning hated the "celebration" ↳megubachi: IT WASN'T THAT BADD ↳chigi.who: GIRL THAT SHIT NEARLY BROKE MY KNEE ↳yourusername: can you even break a knee though? ↳yourusername: EXACTLY BACHIRA GETS ME IT WASN'T THAT BAD IT WAS MAKING A HEART YALL CAN PLAY A 90 MINUTE MATCH BUT NOT MAKE A HEARt????

nagi.seishiro: you look pretty cheering me on ↳yourusername: bye ily ↳nagi.seishiro: i love you more

i forgot oliver existed so im gonna add him from now

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lowkeychenle · 11 months

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The Last Straw [ZCL] (M)

Description: Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

(This was requested!! Thank you for the request and I'll respond to the ask with this link <3)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit (protected) sex, I have a thing for Chenle saying pretty girl so excuse that in almost all of my Chenle fics rip me, Chenle is just perfect okay but also sassy

Word Count: 3,742

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. Cockblocker!Jaemin because he's a mess)

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(also I made a moodboard for this one instead of using gif and i think the moodboards are so much more fun so I'll prolly make these from now on! Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos!)

“Respectfully, if you don’t knock that off, I’m gonna swat you upside the head.” You give Jaemin a pointed look from your spot on Chenle’s couch. “You’re just mad that he beat you again.”

“He cheated.” Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest, returning your glare with ease. “No way he’s actually that good at this shit.”

“I think I’m pretty good at everything, honestly.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the cushion and resting his arms along the top, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

You and Chenle have been best friends for years. Longer than he’s known Jaemin, that’s for sure. No way would you take Jaemin’s side over Chenle’s, even if he so happened to be in the wrong.

You look at him with a smile, which he returns, brow quirking in response. Jaemin grimaces at the two of you.

“At least let me leave before you start making out.” He scrunches up his nose. “Disgusting.”

The tips of your ears burn as your attention shoots over to Jaemin. At the same time, Chenle launches a throw pillow in his direction, leaning forward as if he’s about to stand up. Jaemin holds his hands up in mock surrender as he swats it away.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, running his fingers through his faded pink hair. “And don’t have too much fun by yourselves.”

When the door closes behind him, it leaves you and Chenle in awkward silence. You can’t lie and say you’d never thought about kissing him, but not recently. If ‘recently’ is only the past few days. There’s something about the general confidence Chenle has that makes you curious.

“Um.” Chenle clears his throat, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Wanna pick something to watch? I’ll make popcorn.”

“Absolutely.” You give an exaggerated nod, lunging forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

You think everything will go back to normal after he returns with a bowl. He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders again and shifting until he’s pressed comfortably against you. This isn’t abnormal, but for some reason, it has your heart racing much faster than it should.

The show plays for maybe two minutes before he clears his throat. You think nothing of it until he does it again, pulling your attention to his face. The lights inside the house are off, but the sun is resting just above the horizon, painting an orange glow on his skin.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask. “Do you need some water? You haven’t even had any popcorn yet.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes even flutter across your face.

“This is weird. What’s going on?” You frown at him.

“Have you ever thought about it?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “Thought about what?”

“Nevermind. Forget it.” He shakes his head, leaning back with a slight pout to his lips.

“No, tell me.” You gently smack his chest. “Don’t do that.”

“Fine. Just remember you made me say this,” he grumbles, sitting up again. He’s only inches away from you like this. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“I mean…yeah.” You shrug. “We’re around each other all the time. I’ve literally seen you kiss people before. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, you know?”

“Why haven’t you asked?”

“Asked what?” You laugh before you stop yourself. “To kiss you? Are you insane?”

“You just said you wanted to,” he points out, shifting closer. “Why wonder when you can know for real?”

“You want to?” Your eyes widen as they dart down to his lips unintentionally.

You watch his pupils dilate, his eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he nods. He’s so close to you, you feel his short, choppy breaths. What the hell are you doing? This is the last thing that should happen—in no world is Chenle kissing you a good idea. You’ll fall into a rabbit hole and probably accidentally admit how you want more than that.

No way in hell you’re going to stop him when he’s looking at you like that, though. He hesitates, meeting your gaze one last time, a thousand questions moving from his mind to yours. There’s only one you need to answer, and you do. Slowly, you nod.

The initial brush has sparks igniting along your skin, and you instinctively grip onto the sleeve of his T-shirt. Usually, he’d tease you for something like that. He’d say something about how you’re trying to strip him down, but he doesn’t seem to have any other thought besides kissing you right now. This is the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

When he really kisses you, his full lips pressing gently against yours, you swear electricity courses through the two of you, the sparks enough to make you gasp. You’d imagined this plenty of times, but never did you think it could be like this.

He sighs, bringing his hand up to weave it through your hair. You push yourself closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

The second his tongue runs across your bottom lip, you let out a short, quiet moan. Instead of taking a moment to tease you about it, he uses the opening. The two of you battle for dominance, but when his thumb rubs against your scalp, you know you’re no match for him.

Everything around you heats up, and as much as you hate to deny it, you feel your panties dampen. Your body tingles with excitement as he guides your back down against the couch, finding the spot between your legs he fits in perfectly. No matter what, you don’t dare open your eyes or pull away right now. If this is a dream, you sure as hell don’t want to wake from it.

As he settles on top of you, you gasp when you feel him semi-hard through his shorts. Before you can psych yourself out of it, you reach for the hem of his shirt and start sliding it up. He takes the hint, pulling away to tug the fabric over his head. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to admire him before his lips are on yours again.

“I was almost all the way home when I—what the fuck?” A familiar voice from the doorway has Chenle launching away from you.

The trance is broken, the moment is gone, and all you’re left with is burning cheeks and instant shame under Jaemin’s scrutiny.

Chenle scrambles for his shirt, and instead of putting it back on, he puts it over his lap in a poor attempt to hide his arousal. You can’t bring yourself to sit up, your palms still flat on your face.

“I didn’t know you guys actually did that.” Jaemin grins, placing his hands on his hips and smiling widely. “Good job, buddy.”

“We don’t.” Chenle rolls his eyes. “What did you even need?’

“I left my jacket here.” Jaemin points over to the kitchen, where it’s draped over one of the dining room chairs.

“Okay…so how about you grab it…and you go?” Chenle glances up to the ceiling, as if he’s asking for strength, and then blinks rapidly at Jaemin. “Like, now.”

You still haven’t moved, only spreading your fingers apart to look at Chenle.

“Right. Yeah, duh.” Jaemin rushes to get it, not acknowledging either of you again until he’s at the door. He stops, reaching into his pocket for his wallet before he tosses something at Chenle. “Make sure you’re safe! Bye!”

He leaves, and when you finally get the courage to look up, Chenle has his head in his palm. A condom is about a foot in front of him, sending another wave of embarrassment to your face.

“So…” Chenle trails off. “Maybe we should rewind the show.”

Disappointment flutters around your heart. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gulp and grab the remote. Regardless of how much you wish you could yell at Jaemin for interrupting, the urge to continue doesn’t subside.

“(Y/N).” He sighs, brows furrowing. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do that again.” He leans his head back on the couch, and this time, you pay close attention to the expanse of his neck. The two of you don’t hide things from each other, so nothing is off limits—you’ve heard all about the things he likes, and neck kisses are one of his weaknesses. Your mouth waters at the thought of it.

“Me too.”

“But I need you to know it’s not just…it’s not all I want.” He closes his eyes, cringing at his own words.

Your brain doesn’t compute what he means at first—you assume something completely different. “Are you saying you want to have sex?”

His attention shoots to you. “No! Well, yeah, but that’s not what I meant by that. I have feelings for you, dumbass."

“For me?” You snort, half-choking on a laugh until you realize he’s serious. “Why?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen yourself? Met yourself? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but if you even try to repeat that to anyone I will vehemently deny it until the day I die.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Your brain whirls at the sight of him, and your entire body yearns to be close to his again.

“It’s the truth. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I’ve never had the courage to say anything.” Chenle chews the inside of his cheek, pondering. The thought of Chenle’s confidence wavering when it comes to you has your heart tumbling in your chest.

“You know what this means?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Hm?”

“Your mom is going to be so excited.” You bite back a smile, but it breaks through anyway when you see him glare at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Why would you bring my mom up right now? Are you trying to make me go soft?” His words send heat to your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to tap them to snap yourself out of it.

“You’re still hard after Jaemin came in here like that?” You push his shoulder.

“I was on top of you, dude. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get this thing down, and hopefully, it’ll be with you and not my hand.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you decide is good with me.”

Leaving Chenle to his hand is the last thing you’d even think about doing right now. You don’t want to move too quickly, but when he looks away from you briefly, you use that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He gulps and shifts beneath you, immediately gripping your waist.

“And now you’re on top of me,” he mutters. “I’m gonna have so many dreams about this.”

Before your nerves can overtake you, you dip your head down until you're mere centimeters from him. He wasn’t lying about how hard he is, his bulge pressing beautifully against you. At this point, you curse yourself for wearing denim shorts. You’d be feeling it so much more if you were in something softer.

“You should know,” he says, right hand trailing up to cup your cheek. “We can take this slow if you want. I don’t want to rush you. Everything needs to be done right.”

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He grins softly, only for a moment before his beautiful mouth is on yours again, working magic you’re sure only he’s capable of. You live for the sounds the two of you make, your lips moving together in harmony as if you’re made for each other.

At this point, you think you just may be.

You sit still on top of him, not quite wanting to elevate things yet, and he doesn’t push you. He lets you take everything at your own pace. Eventually, your tongues meet again, but you don’t fight him this time. You allow him to explore your mouth, sighing at how skilled he is at it. When he pulls away, his teeth gently digging into your bottom lip to tug it, you groan, your hips finally moving on their own accord. His smug look quickly fades as his breath shudders. You grind down on him, his hardness gliding along your clit through way too many sets of fabric.

“Chenle,” you groan. “I need you.”

“Patience, pretty girl,” he hums, moving along to your rhythm. “Need you to keep going, okay? Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Instead of waiting for his next move, your lips connect with his neck, nipping and licking along the skin you know is sensitive. You feel his soft moan before you hear it, and something inside of you snaps.

“Damn it, Chenle, I need more.”

“Do you?” His gaze darkens when he meets yours, fingers still weaved in your hair.

“I need you.”

He wets his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he nods. “We should go to my room.”

Doing your best to keep grinding down on him, you reach down to the bottom of your T-shirt, making quick work of it so it can join Chenle’s on the couch. He stares at you, attention everywhere.

“I lied,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “I don’t like you. I’m in love with you. Let me take you to my room.”

The confession sends you reeling for half a second, and then you’re sliding off his lap to allow him to get up. You’re already weak at the knees thinking of all the things about to happen between the two of you, but you don’t dare say anything else as he bends to grab Jaemin’s condom from the ground, intertwines your fingers, and practically drags you toward his bedroom.

Right when you step foot through the threshold, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. His lips work harshly on yours, leaving you to whine into him. Without wasting another second, his fingers pop the button on your shorts, and he pushes them down your thighs. They slide to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost get self-conscious at the way he’s looking at you, but his hand starts ghosting along your inner thighs.

“I wonder how wet you are.” His voice is dangerously low, sending all sorts of shivers up your spine.

“Why don’t you feel and find out?” you taunt him, rocking your hips toward him.

With one quick movement, he unclasps your bra, leaving your top half bare as his head dips down. He nips at the flesh, and you swear you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he swirls along it. He tweaks the other, and a moan escapes you before you can even try to hold it back.

“How about I make you cum on my face?” he mumbles, nipping as his mouth trails downward.

Then he’s on his knees in front of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a man like Chenle on his knees for you. His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he glances up at you.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for him.

“Say it out loud,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s more than okay. Please do something.” Your head thuds against the wood of the door.

He smirks, tugging your panties down to the floor. Hoisting your leg up on his shoulder, he leans forward to lick a broad stripe up your core. You’re not sure where to grab, but you can’t find anything to hold onto except for the door handle.

Pausing, he reaches upward, guiding one of your hands to his hair. You take the hint, grasping onto him for support. Your one leg keeping you standing is already shaking, and when his tongue prods at your slit, you shudder.

His nose nudges your clit, and you push him further between your legs.

He pulls away, mouth shining with your arousal. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy. I could fucking eat you forever.” And just like that, he returns to his ministrations, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking it with his tongue.

You cry out his name like a mantra, grinding into his face while he doesn’t dare let up for even a moment. Knots form in your stomach—the kind that have your hips bucking wildly—and suddenly, the repeated ‘Chenle’s escaping your mouth start to taste so, so sweet.

And then you crumble, hardly able to stay afloat. He slows down, helping you ride out your high before placing one last kiss on your clit and standing up.

His lips meet yours, and the taste of you doesn’t do a thing to bother you when you’re so dazed from your orgasm. He moves down to the sensitive spot by your ear, and you gasp, tightening your grip on him.

“Chenle.” You pull him up to look at you. “I love you, too.”

His breathing shutters as he spins you around, mouths connected harshly, and walks you back toward his bed. The glow of the sun has faded, the night sky surrounding the two of you in delicate, gentle silver light as he lowers you onto his mattress.

He pauses, eyes trailing over your body slowly, as if in appreciation. Neither of you moves until his hands move down to his sweatpants. You’re barely able to see him as he grabs the condom from his pocket and before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. He steps closer to you, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You sit up and take the condom from him. Once you rip the wrapper open, he gulps, watching as you reach down. A small sound escapes him when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it a few times.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m sure.”

You roll it on him. He barely gives you enough time to finish with it before he crushes his mouth to yours with every ounce of feeling he has.

Scooting back on his bed, he climbs on to join you, stopping only when he hovers over you. His face is so close to yours, you almost moan at how swollen his lips are. He lines himself up with your entrance, making sure to brush against your clit a couple times.

And then he’s pushing inside you, stretching you slowly while he waits for your reaction. Your eyes roll and you lift your hips to get him deeper. He pauses, nuzzling against your shoulder, shuddering breaths fanning across your skin.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you adjust to the way he fits. He starts slow, pulling out only a bit to push back in. You weave your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement as he picks up his pace. His hips roll against yours, each thrust pulling sounds from you.

“God,” he mumbles, running his tongue along your collarbone.

“Kiss me,” you say, tugging at him. “Please.”

His lips are on your seconds later, surprisingly gentle. Your heart thuds in your chest. He swallows every moan, reaching up to intertwine intertwine your fingers together. With your hand pinned next to your head, you get lost in his rhythm. Everything around you is unbearably hot, skin sticking to skin while sounds of your wetness fills the room with each of his movements. Your brain whirls and you swear you’re going crazy the longer he’s inside you.

The pleasure is so intense, you doubt you’ve ever felt this way before. Your body shakes from his movements, and you do your best to match him. You feel knots forming in your stomach, but you don’t want it to be over yet, you want to be in this bed with him forever while he makes love to you.

He shifts closer, and you cry out when he slides right into your spot. His mouth rests against yours, gazes locked as he repeats the action over and over.

Releasing your hand, he reaches between the two of you, fingers connecting with your clit. You’re unashamed of your loud moan, especially as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Arching into him, you grip his shoulders.

He curses, face contorting in ecstasy as you clench around him like a vice. With a low groan, he snaps his hips into yours, sucking in a breath as he reaches his climax. He pants, setting his forehead on yours with his eyes closed.

“Good fucking God,” he mutters. “You’re amazing.”

Your mind is so shattered and overwhelmed, you can’t do anything but giggle. He’s shocked for a moment, but he joins you, kissing you once more before gently pulling out of you. You slump into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“I’ll be right back,” Chenle tells you, rolling off of the bed to dispose of the condom.

Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your skin, but not even that can wipe the smile off your face. When he returns, he finds his place next to you, and regardless of the heat, he pulls you to his chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm.”

“Holy shit, I fucked you dumb.” He laughs, squeezing you.

You give him the best glare you’re able to muster, but it must not be that great, because his smile doesn’t fade.

“So.” Brushing your hair behind your ear, he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think we should go out on a date. Or something.”

“Right now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No, not right now.” He shakes his head. “Soon, though. Like tomorrow.”

You grin, nodding. “I want that.”

“Good. Me too.” Chenle cradles you closer to him.

Grabbing the small blanket folded at the foot of his bed, he brings it up to cover both of you and hums when you throw your arm around him.

“I love you,” he says, voice so soft it’s almost lost in the night.

“I love you, too,” you reply with ease.

With his steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you have no problem falling asleep in his grasp.

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welldrawnfish · 3 months

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Hey !! How are you ? Did anyone give you donations, could you afford your meds. I am really worried about you

Hello yes! I've gotten donations! Really its an outpour of help and im so grateful, ive been going through a rough time (not adhd related) and one adhd related the past few days sorry I've been quite! Ill make a comic on it, i really want too. but basically i just moved to ontario, but my adhd diagnosis is in manitoba. Ontario's Premiere (USA TRANSLATION: Governor) Doug Ford has stripped healthcare funding in order to push his agenda of privatized paid medical care like america. without proper funding, doctors leave for greener pastures. so stuff like ER wait times? 14 hours. Family doctors? Ive seen wait lists up to a year. He does this cause then he can point to the medical care and go, see how government healthcare doesnt work? We need to privatize it. So the only choice I have is using a walk in clinic. Where I literally see someone for abotu 10 minutes. Just enough for a specialist referral or med refill. But, Walk in clinics wont perscribe me adhd meds, only a family doctor can. And like I said, Wait times. And I wont even know if they are trans friendly and safe or if they will refuse my medication. Speaking with my pharmacist they told me about a site called Tia health. They ONLY perscribe adhd meds if they are the one who diagnosed you. And a diagnosis is 700$. But as of right now it might be my only option. I've gotten so much help, I'm almost there and able to afford that. And Im so so so grateful for everybodies help literally been crying about it. it shouldn't fuckin be this way, what that man is doing should be illegal. That shouldnt be a political tactic I hate it. Right now im rationing my last 4 pills, taking them only when I need to get work done. I'll prolly be quite for a bit longer since i dont want to allow myself anything that could become a hyperfocus loop without medication I have to work.

#thank you all #really #i felt like my life was on track #and suddenly was about to halt cause of this

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theprenderelliepalace · 25 days

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Perception

part 2

Read part 1 and part 3 here:

Summary: Y/n heads over to the Salvatore residence to deliver some books, expecting to find trouble, being the odd one out and everything, she doesn't expect his name to be Damon Salvatore. What happens when things get a little more intense once she's caught red-handed?

Warnings: Swearing, alienating friends, traumatic experience, uhh self-doubting MC? Plot point Elena, mysterious supernatural stuff (so, the usual)

Word count: 2k

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I could curse Bonnie Bennet for her terrible timing. Finally, something interesting happens to me, Y/n, for a change and off he went, evaporating from the living room like hot steam in a sauna. God it was hot in here. Damon Salvatore had been drunk, he'd pinned me to the couch and kissed me, we'd fought like usual - I'd insulted him like usual- and then the inexplicable happened. I heard his thoughts. One thought to be specific, "I don't like lying, Y/n." What had that meant? Sure, the guy was attracted to me for some reason that was a cruel joke of fate, but he loved Elena! The girl I hated more than I cared to admit...

It was all so surreal. I was barely wrapping my head around it before I heard Bonnie bustle into the living room. I watched her absently, she came down the steps, threw a log onto the fire like she owned the place. Perfectly judgey, as Bonnie often was.

"Earth to y/n? I came in here five minutes ago, aren't I supposed to be the spacey one?" She smiled at me, it almost reached her eyes. Almost. "Did you bring the books?" She asked. And suddenly I was back on Earth.

"Uh, yeah, yeah." I sucked in a breath and sat up straighter on the couch. I could still feel the tingle in my lips, where he'd gripped onto my waist, where his lips had been against my ear... "So, these books. Prolly not the most legible. They've been tucked under some rock in the town library while my mom and I were traveling." Books. I was here to give Bonnie books, not think about whatever the hell let me read the leather-clad mosquitoe's thoughts. "Some of it's in Scandinavian I think. Mostly memoirs." Stop. Thinking. About. It.

I felt myself blush as Bonnie came over and sat next to me on the couch. She stared at me, almost like she was staring through me. I watched her grapple with something to say. I noticed the nervous clamp of her slender fingers in her lap. She wanted to talk to me about something important then, but didn't know how to say it. I groaned inwardly, in the last 6 months that I had been back in in this dogeball court of a town, where every second neighbour was something that could kill you, the main entourage that was the Mystic High popularity club always only looked like that when-

"Can I ask you something about Elena?" Bonnie tried. Her. That was the curse of having the enhanced ability of perception, I knew what was about to irritate me before it came out of the person's mouth.

"Sure. Shoot." I cringed. She sighed, straightening her shoulders.

"What happened between you two? One day,the four of us were best friends. The next.. you were off with your mom traveling the world. I know something happened, but neither of you will talk about it, so I just-" She was becoming breathless as I stopped her. The eagerness for answers tainting her rational sense of social courtesy.

"- Bonnie, I'm not ready to talk about it. If Elena isn't either then that's that. Besides, it's my business. It has nothing to do with anyone else besides Elena," I felt my throat clench," and me." I didn't remember standing, but I was. I had walked behind the two wingback chairs next to the fireplace and up the stairs. My feet were taking me to the front door, and honestly, I couldn't blame them. "I'll see you later Bon." I said her nickname like one of us still thought we were friends, I didn't believe that person was me.

"But we're your friends! We always have been, you and Elena shouldn't have been so secretive in the first place! We could've figured things out... Come on Y/N you've been back in town 6 months and we've barely said a word to each other. It's always about saving Elena. I know you aren't helping us because of her." I felt my jaw clench and my fists ball. I'd always been a 'fight kind of gal', I'd be loathe to hit Bonnie square in the face, but the thought crossed my mind.

"Bonnie, enough. I'm not your friend, I'm not a kid anymore. Don't treat me like one. I'm not on trial, I don't need to be. Especially with you." I looked at her, I saw her flinch, my gaze must've been harder and colder than I thought. "I'm helping Elena because it's important. I got mixed up with the Salvatores just as much as you did. Klaus is not a force to be reckoned with."

I put my hands in my pockets. Backing up to the hall, I had an airy look about my stride and my face was one of plastered lightheartedness, but I was shaking. "Enjoy your study session from hell. Call me if you need a translator. And tell Stefan whatever Caroline wanted me to tell him." She looked broken hearted as I turned and glanced over my shoulder. My heart twanged, but it was better this way. No one liked to be around the girl that could see everything. That's what I told myself.

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I was wandering. A habit I had picked up in Italy. The streets were beautiful there, hours of aesthetic entertainment, for free. Mystic Falls wasn't as entertaining. There were trees, I sighed and glanced to my left, and trees. I shook my head and chuckled at the absurdity of it all. I was angry at Damon, how can he just kiss a girl like that and- and then speed off like a bloodsucking coward. Drunken bastard.

Truth be told, it was a good kiss a very good kiss. I felt disgusted with myself for enjoying it, he came onto me, but at the same time; there was this static tension between us. We bantered, he tried to eat me, I shot him in the foot. It wasn't very poetic as attractions went, but it was there. It was something I couldn't really explain, but it was almost as though it had been there ever since I met the guy.

I stopped walking. There was an old stump on the side of the road. It looked about as good as a chair in the woods can get. I heaved myself onto it. My legs were tired from all the fast paced walking. I'd probably have to turn around soon and head back to the boarding house for my car. It seemed like such a waste to let all these feelings cloud my judgement. Damon, Bonnie, Elena... It was more than I could handle today. I put my head into my hands, letting myself sink into my lap.

I'm 16 and I want to retire already. I laughed at the thought.

I shot up, there was a rustling in the thick underbrush. Footsteps, male, moving faster, heartbeat- wait, what?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, not again. "Hey speedy Gonzolez. Find your tail between your legs in the last half-hour?" I asked with a bitter twist to my voice. I picked up a pebble and threw it in his direction. I heard him catch it.

"Aren't you full of it today." He said it with a questioning lilt to his voice, I knew he meant it with a threat carved into his cadence. He walked around my stump and stood in front of me on the road. "Had to get sober." He shrugged at the statement, like he'd simply just said I was a girl and he was a guy.

I raised a brow at him. "Are you a clone or something? An alien trying to take over the stupid little town of Mystic Falls."

He smiled. "Not much to take over."

" All aliens need to start building their hybrid cloning nests somewhere."

"Ew." He grimaced.

"It's true. The TV done told me sir. I saws it wit' my own eyes." I imitated a southerner a little too well. Damon told me as much. I told him to shove it. He sat down cross-legged in front of me. He put his hands under his chin and stared up at me expectantly. I recoiled slightly. "Okay seriously, who are you and what have you done with duchebag Damon Salvatore?" He shrugged again.

"Dunno, but I feel like I should ask you something." He looked contemplative and very, un-Damon-like.

"Well ask away hot shot. And then go away." He was just staring at me, scrutinizing me. "Okay that's getting a bit creepy now" I felt like a frog jumping into the frying pan. I shifted and sat up straighter. "Okay I'll bite, what do you want to ask me?"

"That kiss..." He seemed lost in thought again. "What you heard me think, i felt it." I scoffed.

"Obviously bat-boy. You jumped away from me like I set you on fire." He cocked his head at me.

"You know I can't actually turn into a bat?" He was almost amused.

"Boo, reject bat-boy. What, you a Friday batch vampire? No love for the poor guy with the terrible fashion sense?"

"Hey!" Good, at least he changed his expression to something slightly normal, or whatever was 'normal Damon'. "Insult my style, I rip your throat out." I leaned forward on my knees.

"Why? It's not like you care what you look like." I looked away from him, "or what you do to other people." All of a sudden I felt heated. "You can't just kiss a girl and blame it on being drunk. Either pine for Elena or get a real girl, don't be a dick and then come out here and stare at me for some creepy fucking reason. And FOR GODS SAKE DAMON, stop staring at me..." His piercing blue gaze remained unwavering, passive and increasingly alarming.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked. I was confused.

"I- you- what? I- no, wait. What?" He sped over to me. His black hair feathered out across his face, his lashes were long and fluttering, even though he still stared at me with those swirling ice pools, there was something in his gaze. It was almost soft, something that made those icy eyes appear as blue as the open sky. It made me feel- free. "Yes."

He was on me in a second, the fire, the passion, that hot burning sensation pressing into my lips. His hands roamed my lower back, he gripped my waist so hard I thought be could snap me in two right there. He probed my lips apart with his tongue, asking permission for entry. I allowed it, God help me. Suddenly I was pinned against a tree, he brought my thigh up and pressed it against his hip. My stomach exploded into little butterflies, my heart felt like it might give out at any second. All of a sudden my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was pulling him closer. I moaned into his mouth as we moved around each other, matching our rhythms.

We shouldn't be doing this. It was a thought, just a simple passing thought as I allowed myself to give back into him. He pulled away from me, breathless as I was. He looked at me, eyes deep and intense. I recognized that look in his eye. "You heard that didn't you?" He only nodded.

Then he was off of me and 3 feet away. I felt him put up all his barriers, brush his jacket down with his hands and turn up his collar. Like nothing ever happened. He stared at me coldly, calculating. "We need to go."

I blinked. "Where?" I was still Damon-ed out. My brain wasn't working like it should've been.

"Georgia. I think I know what's happening to us, and if you have any sense you'll want to stop it." He looked like a pillar, tall and unwavering. I was going with him, it didn't matter what I said or how loud I screamed.

So all I said was, " What's happening Damon?" I could hear the exhaustion in my voice, I could feel the darkness spreading through my consciousness .

He walked over to me, letting me lean my weight into him and I began to see spots. He sighed, the same tiredness I was feeling weighing on his breath. "I think it's a vampire thing. We have to get a move on before the, uh, the coven moves on." He was fighting whatever this was better than i was.

I couldn't get words out. My body went limp. What vampire thing?

I think our souls might be bonding. I heard him reply in my mind. Then the darkness swallowed me.

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Hey!!! Thank you so much for reading.

This is a long one I know. But I felt like some regular screening for teenage drama needed to be added in. I know this is kind of filler, but oooo, what's Y/Ns secret end game? And why's Damon being so sketchy?

Requests are open!

Comment and let me know what you think of the story so far!

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rorygilmoreclown · 1 year

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Cunk on Ketterdam

Prompt: I have a generous request to all of the great fanfiction writers that please for the love of God can you write something like all the Crows are getting interviewed in Cunk on Earth 😭 . I would love to see them being flabbergasted by the questions of Philomena. It can also be Crows x Reader, where the reader takes the place of Philomena.

A/n: I tried my best. Will prolly make it a series since it’s such an interesting concept. Lmk which character you want next. I have more for Kaz Brekker also. 😭

Word Count: 497 words

Y/n: Welcome on the Ketterdam TV, Mr. Brekker. I have been informed to remind you from time to time that not giving us an answer would result in deduction of kruge from your share.

Kaz: I understand.

Y/n: Now let’s start from the basics, the first question is, how many birthday party performances do you have on your resume?

Kaz: For what reason would I go to a tiny terrors’ tumultuous tribute?

Y/n: No, it says here (checking your script) that you are a magician. So I assumed that you’d work at parties.

Kaz: I’m not a magician.

Y/n: Very well then, next question, would you audition for the play of Now You See Me 3? I heard they need a magician. Although you would have to do something other than card tricks. A character in the 2nd play has already accomplished that.

Kaz: Is this a joke? I'll leave that to the performers with less refined tastes.

Y/n: You have a bit of an emo vibe don’t you. You’d fit right into the band My Chemical Romance. Now, I have to ask, do you think your name would be better if it was spelled with a 'z' instead of a 'k'? You know, like "Kaz the Kool Kid" or "Zaz the Zany Zebra"?

Kaz: (looking around at the exits so soon) I’d prefer if you would stick to Mr. Brekker.

Y/n: Party pooper. Okay, moving on. I've heard you're a great leader of the Dregs, but have you ever thought about starting a band? I hear kazoo music is making a comeback.

Kaz: I’m quite satisfied with my current employment.

Y/n: Does your mother agree with your profession?

Kaz: 👁️👄👁️

Y/n: And that’s what I thought. That’s why I was suggesting alternatives. I want to know where you stand on diversity. Considering your employees are all diverse.

Kaz: I pick my crows based on their work, and not those extraneous factors.

Y/n: Is that why all of you have one thing in common?

Kaz: Yes, all of us are-

Y/n: - (cutting him off) in dire need of therapy.

Kaz: No, we don’-

Y/n: Producers told me you might be in denial. Moving on, when are you going to change the last name of your adopted child?

Kaz: I don’t have a child.

Y/n: My saints the denial phase is worse than I had thought. Although I’ll tell you, I was talking about your son, Wylan Van Eck. Is he not your child? And answer carefully, he might cry if you deny again.

Kaz: (not saying no but not saying yes either)

Y/n: I’ll take that as a “as soon as possible”. Now, at last, the most simple question. Do you keep saying “Hello Inej” every five minutes?

Kaz: No. I do not. That is absurd.

Y/n: (to the producers) I think you should offer him free therapy sessions, he desperately needs them.

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layuhsblog · 3 months

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lucas x male reader?

story: m/n gets kidnapped by a mafia group, and their leader, yukhei, wants the money that the former's family owes him - it doesn't come, as they don't care about m/n.

this makes yukhei have a change of heart.

(lucas is not really a jerk, he's just trying to do his job)

Hii, I made it into a chaebol m!reader x mafia leader! lucas fic,

hope you don't mind. I've never written mafia au. So this is pure shit I'm really sorry. I'll rewrite it and make it better once I have more experience.

Thankyou for requesting and reading it. ALSO- this was an amazing request. Renegade is such a bop and he LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Thankgod there are still Lucas stans on Tumblr.

Anyway hope you tolerate this fic T-T

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW!!

dk the word limit prolly 1k words

warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome???, soft boy mafia lucas, angst, fluff?, small mention of religious trauma, family's a bitch, drugging, panic attack, hyperventilating, thoughts about death, mentions murder, daddy issues?, death, swearing, badly written threats, winwin is a dick but he loves you :), Lucas being HOTTIE MAFIA LEADER OOF, kissing.

To myself- Lucas x M!reader

Coming out to your orthodox religious family was not easy. On the surface the media thinks you're this wholesome rich family but the truth was much deeper and darker than it appeared.

You were sitting in a bar drinking away your problems when you were approached by a cute gentleman.

"Hi, rough day? May I buy you a drink?" he smiled at you

you tiredly sighed,

"If you're trying to get me into your bed, not happening."

He chuckled,

"Let me just buy you a drink, I'll walk away if you're not interested." You scanned his face, not so discreetly.

He looked cute and shy..you didn't see anything shady about him. You cautiously eyed his again and nodded. He showed a toothy grin at that.

"I'm Winwin by the way!"

"___" you replied and for the first time that night showed a slight smile.

A few hours had passed and Winwin started to grow on you, a couple of drinks more and your eyes started getting droopy.

Before you could call your driver to pick you; you passed out.

When you woke up, you had no idea where you where. Immediately you sat up and met with a throbbing headache. When you tried to get up, you realised your hands were tied. Panicked you screamed and screamed for someone to help you. You screamed till you lost your voice, and burst out crying. You had no idea what happened to you, what they'll do to you or if you'll even get out of here alive. All those thoughts became too mouth and you felt a bitter metallic taste in your mouth as your throat ran dry. You couldn't breathe. The worst of all, the room was empty except for a clock in it, it had been a long time since you were here and you were almost sure no one was looking for you.

"Ya done screaming or should I give you more of a reason to cry about?" You did not realise someone else was in the room with you. It was Winwin. Your heart sank.

"Y-you! What have you done to me!? Let me out! P-please." The last word came out as a weak plea and he laughed at your pathetic state,

"Can't, boss' orders. Yknow if he hadn't told me to bring you to him, I'd might as well taken you out on that little date." He winked at you and you were filled with disgust as fresh tears threatened to spill out from your eyes.

Your chest, throat, stomach everything hurt. You felt like you could throw up any minute.

It took you 15 minutes to calm yourself down all the while Winwin was looking at you with an amused look on his face, watching your every move like a hawk.

You were just blankly staring at a wall. The worst that can happen is they'll kill you. Who cares if you die?

Five hours had passed since then and you were doing nothing, feeling nothing so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep on the dirty floor. Winwin stepped out of the room to call someone, he did not realise the door is not soundproof. It sounded like he was threatening someone, probably your family you presumed.

"We have your son motherfucker. If you don't fucking pay us back you'll find his body in your front gate. Have fun when the headlines say 'L/n Family's Youngest son found dead on their door. It'll be fun seeing police raid your family seeing all the black money you have." he laughed

"Do what you want with him. You can't hurt my business. You're a nobody." and he heard the beeping of the phone.

The door, half broken and rusty slowly creaked opened and the fear you felt when you first came here returned. Winwin stood up straight and greeted the man. He had long black hair, his gaze cold, almost predatory.

"Did you hear back from those bastards?" he spat out, glaring at Winwin.

There was an awkward silence from his side and he eyed him and looked back at you. Immediately understanding what it meant, you weakly laughed.

The whole situation was so funny to you when it finally clicked.

You came from a famous family full of businessmen. People so influential that every move you made had to be absolutely perfect- however to them, you were far from it. The first shock came to your father when you were fifteen years old and told him you wanted to be an artist, that you had no interest in the business. Second and the final straw was 2 days ago when you came out to him and he disowned you.

To think such educated men could have such shallow ideals.

You remembered your mother, how loving she was. If she were here she'd definitely accepted you. You remembered how she told you crying how all this success was a lie and she wanted you to stay as far away from it as possible, afterall you weren't like your father and brothers. You remembered how you saw her that night for the last time. You remembered how you heard them fight in the other room, your brothers had left the country to pursue their studies. You remembered how you heard her scream but your door was locked from the outside. You remembered vaguely seeing a blood stain in the carpet which magically disappeared the next day. You remembered the police labelling the case as a suicide, how there was literally no evidence found- how each and every corner of the house was checked except the locker your father held the keys to.

The realisation made your blood run cold.

Your father had borrowed a large sum of money from someone years ago to start his business. He always assured your mother he'd paid them back. The situation in front of you made it clear that your father has always been a selfish bastard.

The thoughts, the questions, the suspicions hit you like a train wreck and you started laughing loudly. Both men looked at you puzzled.

"I cannot, that fucker- no one's coming for me, he killed her and he'll kill me too. I'm gonna die here anyway. That's so funny. Its always been fucking money. It's more important to him than fucking accepting his son and supporting his wife." You said between your laughs as tears spilled through your eyes

The man knelt down, his eyes softened a bit, voice comforting yet distanced, he motioned Winwin to get out of the room and spoke,

"Hey, calm down. You're not gonna die here. I'll take care of him. I'm sorry I involved you into this. I'll let you go. Just an advice, don't go back there. Get your own place, you have a chance to disappear from his life. Take it. I'm Yukhei by the way, you can call me Lucas." he smiled a bit.

You blinked in confusion, looking for any signs of humour in his words but there were none. He sounded genuine. It puzzled you how he could switch up so quickly. It made you curious to know more about him. Lord have you gone insane.

"What if I don't wanna leave. What if I want to help you get rid of him?"

And he only smiled.

"I'm not alien to murderer, rich heartless fathers." he joked,

"And I thought I was unique." he laughed at your comment. He has a nice laugh. You thought. You wanted to hear it more. Its funny to you how you feel safer with a literal mafia leader than you've ever felt with your father.

You talked some more, growing fonder of him each passing second. You realised he's not as cold as he appears. He was just doing his job and truthfully your father was just a huge dick. He has such a bright smile. His eyes had this spark when he was talking about the people he works with. He was making your heart beat faster.

He took you to his room, gave you clean clothes to change into and made you eat.

"You know, Winwin likes you- he felt bad about whatever he did." you nodded as he continued, the room suddenly felt hotter than it was as he leaned closer,

"Too bad, I want to keep you to myself" He whispered in your ear before he held your chin and connected your lips together.

#nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #nct 127 #writers on tumblr #nct #kpop #lucas wayv #lucas wong #wong yukhei #wong yukhei fluff #lucas wong fluff #lucas wong fic #lucas wong sm

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gaymansruse · 2 years

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𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮

Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open

A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3

➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.

You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.

What the hell is taking him so long?

His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.

"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.

"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"

"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.

And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.

"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.

The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.

Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.

You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

Eddie likes Chrissy..

You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.

But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.

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You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.

You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.

"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.

"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.

"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.

"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"

"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.

"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"

"Must you?"

"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"

You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"

At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.

Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.

"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."

"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.

You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.

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letitiaslabyrinth · 1 year

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KEEP ME CLOSE

warnings: fluff, writer!reader, forehead kisses, matchings pajamas

A/N: this is just a lil sumn sumn until I finish these story drafts of mine. this isn't proof read but I'll prolly do it later

You groan quietly and rub your temples. You're a writer, trying to finish the ending of your book. You've been locking yourself in you and Shuri's bedroom for the last couple of days so you could keep your thoughts in tact but clearly, it wasn't working since you still couldn't think of anything.

"Y/n?" Shuri calls outside the door.

"You can come in, baby. The door isn't locked," You say, turning around in your desk chair.

Shuri opens the door with a bag in her hand. "I have something for you." She closes the door behind her and places the bag on the bed.

"What is it?"

She tilts her head to side, beckoning you over. "Check."

You eye your girlfriend suspiciously but still get up and look inside the bag. There's two panda onesies, a box of chocolates, and ring in it. Your breath stops for a minute as you pick up the ring. "Shuri-"

"It's a promise ring," she says quickly, "I know you're not ready for marriage yet, my love."

You put the ring on your ring finger, a smile on your face.

Shuri kisses you on the forehead and places one of the onesies in your hands. "You take a shower and I'll make us something to eat, alright?"

You nod once and make your way to you guys' shared bathroom, your eyes glued to the promise ring on your finger.

"Take a shower, baby!" She says, "Don't just stare at the ring while you're in the shower."

"Uh huh." You nod as if you're listening but Shuri knows you're not and just let's you be.

"And to think I thought we were gonna have a home cooked meal." You chuckle and you walk into the living room and sit down next to Shuri. The two of you had on your matching onesies, a box of pizza on the coffee table.

"Well, I mean I was going to make something homemade for us but then I remembered that I could just order something instead." Shuri says in a light tone, a smile on her face.

You lay down on Shuri's lap with her hand on your stomach and your head on her thighs. You press play, the TV playing A quiet place ||.

#shuri x you #black wlw #letitia wright #letitia wright shuri #princess shuri #shuri udaku #wlw post #lesbian #shuri is the most understanding wife ever

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cloudycaffeinatedcryptid · 4 months

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How do you think the counselors would be as drivers? What kind of cars do you think they would own?

oooh this is fun to think about!! i also don't know anything about cars so prepare for unfiltered, no context nonsense! but srsly thank you so much for the ask, i love to Brainrot <3 sorry this took so long, i needed to chew on it

Jacob - as much as i love ragging on our beefy boy, i do think he's a good driver. i don't think he would've been trusted to drive the van if he wasn't & i can see him having a pickup truck. maybe he gets it from his dad/parents on his 18th birthday? i have. Theories 👀 maybe got like,,, a couple speeding tickets in high school & his truck is probably old & beat up & red for sure. otherwise, he gets a subaru & no i won't explain

Kaitlyn - everyone on the road is stupid & in her way & "why is this even a 30 mph speed limit when it goes up to 45 in like a mile???" it's not so much that she's a bad driver, she's just impatient & pissed off by everyone else. when she's in a bad mood, unfortunately she sometimes parks like an asshole :( & she's jumped a curb or two when she's in a rush. a fistful of parking tickets & half as many speeding tickets have made her a tad more cautious but she still doesn't like driving. she would 100% have a Jeep, but i would LOVE to see her on a motorbike

Ryan - public transportation boy. he has a subway pass, he doesn't have to deal with traffic, it's perfect. he prolly could drive if he had to but he'd really rather not & he's a bit hesitant when he does. buick verano, one of the most car-looking cars ever

Dylan - also prolly a public transportation boy, he tends to be an anxious driver. if he has/had a car, it's an early 2000s, obnoxiously red, chevy cavalier

Nick - i know dunking on Nick is my brand & i very much enjoy it, he's a Slimy Boi, but begrudgingly, i think he's an okay driver. he's not anyone's first choice to drive when they go out but it's not a big deal if he ends up behind the wheel. i think he got one of his parents' old vehicles after they got a new one, so maybe either an old, small truck, or an old hatchback

Emma - the darling love of my life is a Woman In A Hurry. she should prolly have more speeding tickets than she does & she WILL make it thru the yellow light before it turns red, no matter how impossible that is. her turns are usually sharp, she doesn't slow down enough for speed bumps, & if there's no one around, she usually rolls thru stop signs. it makes everyone in the vehicle very nervous so she usually doesn't drive. she also can't drive on ice. she has a kia rio or similar style car

Abi - she's actually a really good driver. she has good reflexes, she's attentive, & obeys all traffic laws. she needs her maps app to get anywhere but her ability to leave in time to get places five minutes early no matter the road conditions is uncanny. she's never gotten a ticket & she wants to keep it that way. she isn't comfortable driving big vehicles & she for sure has a volkswagen beetle

Laura & Max - maybe cheating a bit here to combine them, but i have my reasons. i think they're both good drivers, honestly. i think they swap out the driver's seat pretty often - Max is better at night driving & long distance, but Laura usually drives during the day, around town, & for any daily errands. Laura's more likely to have gotten a ticket or two for not paying attention to the parking or going over the speed limit without really meaning to have gone so fast, but Max has definitely accidentally blown a couple stop signs bc he didn't notice them until the last second. his vehicle is the one they're in during the prologue - i'll be honest, i have no idea what kind it is, i've been googling cars this entire time. i think Laura has some type of sedan from around 2009

sorry this was so long - i only put pictures for vehicles i was rlly specific on, incase you're like me & don't know ✨anything✨ about vehiculars. please enjoy my headcannons

thank you again!!

#i am spewing bits of brain & personality onto these characters #& NO ONE CAN STOP ME #anon ask #the quarry #ask moth

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Hate Me - River Ward x Fem! V Reader [NSFW]

Prolly 'cause there's no one around me numbin' all my pain

tags: Ex-inmate River Ward, angst, love/hate relationship, bitter feelings, slight choking, Dominant River Ward, submissive V, love bites, taking orders, hatefuck, doggystyle, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling (good girl, big girl, little bitch, baby, filthy slut, bad girl, Val), double orgasm, cumshots, hurt/comfort

word count: 4.06k

synopsis: River Ward, recently released from Night City Prison, asks V to pick him up. There's some unresolved shit, obviously.

a/n: how we feeling River lovers? we in the trenches yet?

You woke up to a phone call on your holodex; squinting your eye as you sat up, you answered before looking at the caller ID.

"H-Hello?" You asked, rubbing your temple as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed.

"V," a voice began, one that sounded vaguely familiar but felt like a distant dream, a could have been. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

You shook your head, pushing to your feet and blinking slowly before acknowledging the face on your holodex. "River."

"Yeah," he said sternly, his voice low and metered. "Sorry, I didn't know who else to call."

It'd been a while since you spoke to River. You remembered when you two last saw each other. He was so upset with being so late, he was barely able to save Randy. And you...you just dragged your feet to aid him.

His dismissal of you was almost heartbreaking, so blasé in passing and swearing that you and him were done. Whatever hope that brewed between the two of you at that moment soared and crashed in a half life.

He gutted you emotionally. And you could tell by the difference in how he looked at you now that you'd done the same to him. You failed him.

"I-It's okay," you shrugged, taking a timid step in your own apartment.

Suddenly your knees were at newborn strength, the wave of your crush on him returning even after his rejection of you.

"What's up?" you asked, working up to walking to your bathroom.

River took a deep breath in, then out. "I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to pick me up somewhere. Joss isn't answering and I don't really have anyone else to call."

You blinked slowly, holding the edge of the sink as you stared into the mirror. From behind you, Johnny glitched into the room and stared back.

"So you're his last resort, even after the shit you did to him. Christ, V."

You waved away your nuisance and tried to breathe. "I got you. Where do you want me to pick you up?"

"Place called Red Dirt Bar, heard of it?"

You glanced back over to Johnny then nodded. "Yeah, I heard of it."

"Meet me there, like 30 minutes," River said, crossing his arms tight over his chest.

"Okay, I'll see you there."

The line went dead as soon as you agreed; gripping the edge of your sink, you felt a disgusting bile crawl up your throat. The guilt came back in a sudden rush, chilling the back of your neck as you hung your head.

"Even after you fuck him over, he still calls." Johnny added, glitching to sit on the toilet. "He's got it bad for you, V. Even when he shouldn't."

You shook your head. "That's not it, Johnny. I owe him this, I know it. I fucked everything else up for him. Least I could do is give him a ride."

Johnny scoffed incredulously, turning his head away from you. "Don't blame yourself for what that sicko did, V. He strung up Randy and those other kids...that shit still haunts me."

You righted yourself and turned to face Johnny. "And think of what that did to River. His nephew almost died. And all because I couldn't figure the facts out sooner."

"You're not the cop, here, V. If mister detective couldn't figure it out, then you shouldn't put the blame on yourself."

You grimaced, a sound of disgruntled disbelief escaping your mouth. "I gotta get ready, I'm gonna go get him."

You sat in your car, your heart beating erratically out of your chest. You didn't know what to expect picking up River, but you knew that this would be the last time he'd ever speak to you.

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel, pulling into the bar lot and parking your car in front of the door. You stared out of the windshield at the bright red neon sign, gulping at the thought of leaving your car.

'Come inside.' River texted to you as you told him you were here.

Your nerves electrified a second time, making your hands clammy as you climbed out of the car. It wasn't often that you had to face your problems so head-on.

To squash a personal beef with zero confidence backing you up. You walked into the bar, scanning the near-empty place before noticing River sitting at the bar counter.

He was dressed in his signature leather pants and red shirt, no longer wearing the jacket as it sat on the stool to his left. Another gulp lodged in your throat as you walked up to the foreboding man and slid into the seat to his right.

River's shaved head was fresh, the stubble on his chin new. He smelled of aftershave and he spared a glance to you.

"What're you drinking?" He asked, his voice still a metered tone.

You nodded to the glass in his left hand, righting yourself to face the counter. "Whatever you're having."

River nodded, blinking half-mast before raising his glass to the bartender. "She'll have a double rattlesnake."

You spared a polite smile at the bartender as he acknowledged the two of you; he fastened the drink at his place at the far end of the bar then slid the glass down to you.

You grabbed the glass, held it between your clammy hands as you exhaled shakily. You rolled the cool glass between your palms, trying your hardest to not say much.

River hummed next to you, his eyes narrowing at your profile before downing the last fifth of his drink.

"You look good, V," he said, turning slightly in his seat.

You blinked nervously, glancing over your shoulder to meet his gaze then back to your drink. "You do too, River."

He huffed at your response, rolling his tongue back and forth in his mouth before resting his mechanical hand on your shoulder. River used his weight to swivel you around to face him, but your eyes stayed glued to his lap.

"Do I, V? You sure about that?" He began, his voice holding an ounce of venom.

So this was how it was starting. You nodded meekly, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Y-yeah."

River grabbed your chin and forced you look meet his gaze. His eye was narrowed, his optic cinching in scrutiny. The saliva in your throat was congealing now, turning to a glob lodged in the back of your throat.

He gave your face a once over then scoffed mirthlessly.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, V."

You opened your mouth to respond but River shook his head.

"You're the last person I wanted to fucking call, you know that."

At that, your eyes flitted with the sudden stinging threat of tears. You didn't know that you'd react that way to him.

River exhaled deeply, lining his thumb along your bottom lip. "I thought you were good, V. I thought you could help me."

Your bottom lip began to pout out but River folded his thumb against it. "Don't do that. I can't up and forgive you for that."

"I-I know..." you managed.

River gulped then, dragging your bottom lip down to reveal your bottom teeth before letting your chin go. He scoffed and turned back to the bar counter.

"Another drink over here," he called out, holding his hand up to get the bartender's attention.

You watched as he hunched forward, taking a few deep breaths as his shoulders rolled up and down. You started to turn back to the counter, let him wallow in himself, but River returned to his place before you.

"You fucked up big time, V. You know that, don't you?" He bit out, his tone threatening water in your eyes.

You nodded. Johnny appeared in the bar booth directly across from the two of you, grimacing at the series of events.

"You are such a puppy for him. Look at you, V, crying for him."

You ignored your brain worm, unconsciously leaning forward into River. He held his hand out to your shoulder again, shaking his head at you.

"I don't know what to fucking do with you now," River said with a grimace, his top lip curling back with a sneer. "I look at you and I want to be so mad, but..."

His voice trailed off and he turned to the presence of the bartender refilling his drink; the man spared a few glances between you and River then left without another word.

"Randy's alive," he said finally. "He's got a long journey ahead, but goddammit V, if we'd been three minutes sooner..."

Your bottom lip quavered then and River didn't stop it. He leaned in to sigh in your face, his nose nudging against yours.

"When I close my eyes, I see how it could've been with you. Then I remember what happened and I'm torn."

You tilted your chin up, almost ready to kiss him but he tore away from you.

"I'm sorry, River. I can't say that enough, I-I..."

River groaned just before you, resting his forehead to yours with a deep breath.

"You do look good, though," you offered in a whisper. You couldn't offer to say anything else, knowing it'd be a backhanded compliment on his part.

"You do too," River responded, pulling away again to grab his drink.

He downed the glass in a large gulp then nodded at your drink. "Finish up, I'm ready to go."

River instructed you where to drive from the bar, out to the river that cut through Night City.

He climbed out of the car and leaned against it, waiting for you to follow suit. You did so, keeping some distance between the two of you.

"I shouldn't blame you..." River began, crossing his arms tight before his chest. "It's just that it's easier that blaming myself."

He tilted his head up to the sky, shut his eyes tight. "I almost got Randy killed, V. I almost let that bastard win."

You reached a hand out as if to console him, but it fell back to your side. "But you didn't."

"In the nick of time," River shook his head up at the sky. "I was too busy wasting time with you that I forgot what my priorities are."

You turned to face the river. That hurt. You didn't meant to be a distraction, just like River wasn't meant to be that for you either.

"I thought about it a lot, when I was locked up, about what I'd say to you in this moment and now it all comes out wrong."

You looked over to him then back at the river, holding in whatever you wanted to say. This seemed more important to him than forgiving you.

"I liked you, V...fuck, I like you. I want to hold you and scream at you and kiss you and...shit," River turned his head away from you as his chest rose and fell in another huff. "I can't gauge myself with you. I'm scared of what I want more from you right now."

His confession caused you to freeze, not knowing what he meant by that statement. You tried to breathe easy but it came out shaky.

River pushed off from your car and exclaimed a frustrated yell across the chasm of water. You jolted at the sound, how his fists tightened on the rail. His back flexed in a way that was foreboding, intimidating.

He'd gotten thicker since he was in prison. His entire demeanor was on the cusp of something darker than before.

Your fingers trembled against your forearms, not making any sudden movements to the man before you. River turned around to face you, his brows casting over his gaze as he cut the distance to you.

Your breath reeled in as he came closer, stiffening to his presence just before you. His hand grabbed at your throat, his fingers edging along your skin as if weighing the thought of choking you.

River pulled you in, his eyes half-mast, as he smashed his lips to yours. You gasped your mouth open, taking the sliver of affection he offered.

Johnny's voice echoed in the back of your mind, you were putty for this man, no matter how he treated you. You wanted to be in with him and anything he offered to get there was something you'd take.

River's hand drifted down to brace your collar, slowly pushing you away from him. "Get in the car, V."

You withheld a whine, keeping your face unfazed as you walked around the front of the car to climb in the driver's seat.

You waited for River to get in, then gripped the steering wheel of anticipation of the next location. River was cold now, calculated and quiet as he pulled his seat to recline all the way back.

"Come here," he ordered softly, lifting your center console and patting his thigh for you to sit.

You carefully followed his direction, moving over to sit in his lap then sliding your knees on either side of his waist.

River gulped, raising his head to look at the sight of you sat on him. He sat up and reached for your shirt, peeling it off of you with little resistance from you.

You folded your arms to your chest, your hands ghosting along his jaw as he glared at you from under his brow. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and forced his lips to yours again; River's other hand wasted no time wading down the front of your pants.

You clenched at his hand, his fingers slipping between your hips to touch your already-wet pussy. River sucked on his teeth as he pulled away, scoffing with a dark smile at what he found.

"You been wet the whole time?" He asked lowly.

His voice was such a gravel, a condescending tone that you almost didn't answer him. But you nodded meekly.

River's dark smile grew, his eyes raking up and down your body. "You been wet since I called you?"

You shut your eyes, embarrassed by his accusation. Still you nodded.

"You still like me," River offered, leaning further to kiss your shoulder. "I guess I'm not the only one conflicted then."

You relaxed an inch, allowing River to kiss along your shoulder while his other hand began to scrub at your clit. You released a whine then, tilting your head back to the ceiling of the cab.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he muttered against your neck, enveloping a patch of skin with his tongue and lips.

He sucked in, suctioning your skin against his teeth before he tenderly bit at your flesh. Your hands went for his shoulder and wrist hanging from your jeans respectively, trying to ease the confusing rush in your stomach.

River being all over you made you feel stuck in a vice, the shame he made you feel now stripped away with how good he felt against you.

"Take these off," he ordered softly, referring to your pants.

You reached for the waist of your jeans and wriggled them down your ass until River leaned you against him to push them to your ankles. He waited as you pulled the legs of your pants over your shoes and to the floor of the car.

"Good girl," River praised, returning his hand just against your clit with his mouth to your neck again, starting on a new wet spot.

You spread your legs out on his lap, allowing him further touch on your pussy. You felt his cock through his jeans, braced hard against his zipper.

You curled your arm around River, now holding him to you as he dotted your skin with hickeys. He placed his hands on your hips and rocked them forward, making you notice his strained cock again.

"Do you want to fuck me?" He asked against your skin, taking another long drag of his tongue.

You nodded again, now panting as River stopped scrubbing at your clit to pet at your inside thigh, the soft skin wetting with his fingers.

River returned his gaze to yours, tilting his chin to urge a kiss from you. "I can't promise I'll go easy with you."

"Okay," you managed to whisper before his lips.

River swallowed deeply, his mouth opening to accommodate yours then forcing his tongue inside. You crossed your other arm around his neck and shifted closer on his lap, feeling River's hands slide down the backs of your thighs.

He kissed you deeply, his breaths rolling with yours, causing your chests to rise and fall in unison. River rocked your hips softly against him, straining his groans into your mouth before he shifted to rest you on the car seat.

A growl began to grow deep within his chest, his soft lids now squeezing shut as he bit at your lip.

You winced, pulling back to catch your breath before returning to him. River forced your hips against his sheathed cock, grinding into you and causing you to whine again.

"Sorry," he grimaced, pulling your arms away from his neck and flopping back onto the passenger seat.

"Roll over," River ordered, grabbing your hips and immediately aiding you with his request.

Your hands braced the shoulders of the passenger seat as you looked back at River. He peeled the bottom of his shirt up, holding the hem between his teeth before impatiently shoving the waistband of his pants down.

River lined his cock up between your cheeks, slipping his head further down before meeting your wet entrance; he snarled at the temptation, his arm circling around your waist to line you up on him.

"Deep breath," he eased out before pushing himself in, causing you to grip the shoulders of the seat and bracing as he slid further inside.

River's cock was hot and thick, his tip slowly pushing past your g-spot and instantly bottoming to your cervix. Your ankle turned in with a soft wince, your knees viced together.

"Easy," River muttered, planting his knees between yours and pushing a bit further for his hips to come flush with your ass.

You whimpered, your hand reaching out to stop him. "T-that's too much..."

River cooed, leaning in as he let his hem from his mouth. "Poor V, too much for you?"

He patronized though he was considerate to pull out an inch. "I thought you were a big girl, so tough."

Your brows scrunched at his words, a mixture of shame and embarrassment along with the bit of pain in the midst of hot pleasure.

"We're just getting started, baby," River seethed, his mouth pressed directly to your ear. His tongue tempted out, violating the shell of it before pulling back to grab the back of your neck.

River held your waist further up, his fingers going to your clit but not touching it. He started an easy pace, one that continually shifted you on the leather car seat.

Your chest started to heave the more you got into it, feeling River's hot body skirt over you while his cock slid in and out.

His hand curled around to the front of your neck, bending over you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

"You're a filthy little bitch, aren't you?" He hissed between strokes.

Your eyes watered, staring up at this man that you loved, hated. You nodded meekly and River's eyes went opaque as coals.

His fingers trailed up your chin before prying your mouth open.

"Answer me," River barked, slamming his hips hard into you and causing a loud whimper to escape your mouth.

"Y-Yes," you answered, tears suddenly streaking your cheeks.

River growled again, easing out of you and returning to his steady pace.

"You love me, don't you?" he asked, his breathing turning to a hot pant as the cabin windows began to fog up.

"Y-y-yes," you cried out, feeling his fingers curl over your teeth as you drooled on his digits.

River pulled his fingers from your mouth to kiss you harshly, his other hand rubbing softly at your clit.

"Do you like being fucked like I hate you?" He asked as he pulled away. "Do you like being fucked like a filthy slut?"

Your eyes squeezed as you moaned out, feeling caught up in the combination of sensations enveloping you. You nodded eagerly, hoping that speaking your truth would make it all slow down.

"Fuck," River gasped, leaning in to kiss you again, violate your mouth with his tongue. "I love you, V. Fuck, I love you."

His confession tangled you with his conflicting actions, his hand on your throat, his harsh thrusts. You braced a hand out to slow him down but with another stroke, you were done.

You came on his cock while he pumped, moaning into his mouth and agreeing with his sentiment; yes, you loved him too. You loved that he fucked you like he hated you. Yes, you wanted him this whole time.

The more he pumped, the more the ecstasy lingered, dragging out your high with the heat in the car.

"Now apologize," River growled into your mouth, his hand on your throat tightening an inch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, suddenly coming again and drenching your thighs with your wetness.

"You were a bad girl, weren't you? Say you were a bad girl," River panted.

Your back caved in to the seat, angling your hips up to take more of him in. "I was a bad girl, I was a real bad girl."

River pulled you in for another long kiss. "Bad girl, that's right. But you're my good girl, now."

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, following River's thrusts as the pleasure started to sting throughout your body. "I'm a good girl."

"Fuck yes, you are," River huffed, releasing your throat and forcing you down by the back of your neck. He thrusted out of sync, panting a little more before hissing and pulling out.

You lost the strength in your knees as he let you go; turning over in the seat, your chest was painted with long strings of River's cum.

He came on your chest, then angled down to your belly before pumping his cock a few more times to sprinkle some of his cum on your clit.

"Shit," River exhaled, bracing a knee between yours on the edge of the seat.

His large body took up over the half of the car, the way he was hunched over you. You caught your breath just as he did, watching as he pulled his pants back up and buttoned them.

River leaned away from you, his back awkwardly hitting the windshield. "I'm so sorry, V. I-I got carried away."

You still stared at him, a sudden furrow of your brows threatening fresh tears. Then you were crying.

"Oh fuck, Val," River cooed, reaching out to brace your face.

He shifted into the seat and allowed you to drape over him while you cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I tried my hardest, I did!" You unraveled before this man you hated, loved.

Cherished.

"There wasn't a moment I wasn't thinking of saving him, I didn't mean for all that to happen," you heaved into his chest.

River shushed you softly, his hands going to soothe your back and shoulder.

"It's okay, V. I put too much pressure on you," River finally said while you tried to catch your breath. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you. It's that rat bastard's fault."

You took a few sniffling breaths, glancing up at River with his eyes glistening now.

"I shouldn't have pushed you away. I needed you and I pushed you away." River stretched his neck to kiss your forehead. "I'm sorry for doing that."

You sniveled against his chest again, feeling his arm curl around you with a comforting squeeze.

"I do love you, V," River offered after a few moments of silence. "Even at the end of the disgusting bitterness I held against you, I still love you."

You let it sink in for a moment, letting his confession pass with another beat before you nuzzled your head just beneath his chin.

"I love you, too, River."

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(me, hiding behind my hand with the 😗 face) i know i did that poll but i never said i'd only do one of the options

look, sometimes i like soft but i needed river to be a hardass for a moment, just to see if he could.

also @almightywdm and @vox-monstera come get y'alls juice; river followers eatin' good today or somethin'

#river ward romance #river ward cyberpunk #river ward x v #female v #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #fan work #fanwork #fanfic #bakeneko

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cyb3rscoups · 1 year

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Insight

A/N: Part 4 of the baby daddy chronicles. An insight into Attuma and Okoye's toxic ass relationship.

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Couple's therapy. Okoye's mother had suggested it first after walking in on one of their explosive arguments one day.

"If you're keeping that man around, you gotta learn how to stop being so petty with him." She had said, pinching her child's arm with a scowl. "I will take the children, and you two will go like adults and air your grievances."

That's how they ended up there. Okoye slouching into the couch deep on one end while Attuma got quite comfortable on the other end, every pillow possible wedged between them.

"So, What is the goal here?" The therapist, Namor, watched the couple take turns rolling their eyes and scoffing before Attuma took liberty to answer.

"I'm doing this for my kids." He sat up a little straighter at the thought of his girls while Okoye scoffed at his bullshit.

"We're doing this cause we're toxic."

Namor, pleasantly surprised by the maturity, smiled just a bit before jotting down some notes.

"Alright. Tell me how you met. Okoye?"

She could remember it like it happened just yesterday. There was a trail she used to walk almost everyday after work. She'd take 30 minutes to decompress before she went home with all the pent up tension.

Attuma had taken to the same routine and had gotten sick of not knowing a thing about the beautiful stranger that walked the trail. One day, they just ended up talking and walking together, staying at the park for almost an hour more than they intended.

Okoye caught her smile before it got too wide as she told the wholesome story. She spared quick glances at Attuma fidgeting with his fingers as he remembered the first thing she did when he approached was punch him in mouth before exclaiming her apologies.

"When we first started it was just sex. Once I got pregnant, then he decided he wanted to date me." Okoye held a certain scorn in her voice as she remembered the tears that burnt her eyes when she realized that she was carrying his children.

"That's not true. I always wanted to be with you. You just wouldn't stop running."

"I don't run, Attuma. That shit was all you!" Subconsciously, her voice began to raise as they continued to contradict eachother.

"I asked you out plenty! You were just too scared to say yes for once!"

"Please! I was just a body to you!" Okoye sucked her teeth, waving his claims off.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Attuma, now turned towards her began to yell to the point that Namor was afraid he might get a noise complaint about the two.

Okoye of course wouldn't let him slide. "Who the fuck are you yelling at?!"

"You! Cause you don't fucking listen!" He turned to Namor who had turned to jotting down various notes as he listened to the petty spout. "Do you see what I deal with?"

"Uh uh don't go to him for help now!" A pillow got tossed away as Okoye sprung from her seat to across over to Attuma's side of the couch. "So you got feelings for those other bitches you fucking all the time too?!"

"Here we go."

"Nah since you had feelings for me right? You fall in love with every hoe you stick your dick in?!" She continued to invade his space, kicking at his leg lightly until she got a reaction out of him.

Attuma rolled his eyes as he leaned forward to shout in her face.

"How many times I gotta tell you?! Huh? I ain't fucking nobody else!"

"Liar!" Another pillow thrown towards him now. "Fuck you!" Okoye pushed at his shoulder until he rose from his seat and caught her wrists.

"Like you so innocent..Who was that I caught all laid up on you when I went to pick the kids up last week huh?! I'll fuck up whoever you got around my kids! I don't give a shit!"

"That shit is childish! You're childish Attuma!" Okoye tried failed to break from his grip as she continued to yell profanities into his face. "Get the fuck off of me! Grimy ass hands prolly touched every bitch in town!"

She twisted and turned until she got a hand free, only to reel it back and send him a searing slap to his cheek in her rage.

The room enveloped in silence as Namor sat, too used to situations like this to really react. Okoye, feeling a ping of guilt as Attuma's cheek turned a dark shade of red due to the impact but also much to prideful and stubborn to apologize.

Attuma, face burning from the slap, only shook his head as he watched the pity tears fall from her eyes.

"Tell the girls I'll be around to get them on Saturday." He muttered, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

It only took a beat of silence before Okoye slunk back down on the couch, her tears running down her face as she realized what she had done.

"I didn't mean to hit him!" She cried. "I-I just got so pissed! I couldn't think!"

Namor supplied her a box of tissues. "Well...at least now I have some idea of what I'm working with."

#attuma #alex livinalli #attoye #attuma x okoye #wakanda forever #attoye fanfic #black panther #okoye x attuma #danai gurira #mcu okoye #attoye angst #alternate universe #baby daddy

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swearingcactus · 1 year

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OC playlist meme

i was tagged by @civilization-illstayrighthere for an OC playlist meme, thank you so much! gonna follow the cool kids and post a wip/fic excerpt along the songs :^)

What do I gotta do? I'm standing on the edge with you, thinking, "Don't look down"

despite the johnny chapter in the pick me up fic being titled after Miracle Aligner, and a line there that's clearly referencing Alien Blues, this song's the one that i think describes the don't fear the reaper ending because of v's dilemma (what do i gotta do) and how johnny and v are right at 'the edge' together.

Who are we, brothers, here mourning? Where, o where is quiet Johnny? Quiet Johnny can't be saved Where, o where is quiet Johnny? Quiet Johnny, quiet grave

Ignoring that Johnny is NOT quiet, this was a vibe and a half for this wip of a horror take on night city that v listens as kerry narrates. i always like the way that cyberpunk despite their facade as cyber and punk, has a very folklore-ish story. there's a lot of scenes like when you meet alt in the net that feels mythical, you're trying to beat a 'curse', you're selling your soul to devils, you're reaping what you sow, there's whole side missions with summoning AIs from the dark web and pentagrams on the floor. also johnny's grave being in bumfuck nowhere prolly fucked him up and as consequence fucked v up too.

I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead

this song is my take on how v just goes through life. there's something about him being a really desperate animal trying to survive but also being ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about his whole situation that he decided to go the 'fuck it we ball' route for his last few months that's really funny. probably why i like putting him in increasingly ridiculous situations.

last one for a bonus!

You need a six-foot-two bespectacled motherfucker who won't suffer no fool He's a big bad dog from the BBC And he won't break eye contact with a nazi!

this is seriously how i view johnny and v slowly getting closer and then deciding to have each others back because they realize the world's absolutely fucked and way worse than them combined. the whole "you're in charge, you can do it!" thing is just johnny hyping v up during the dont fear the reaper ending and you can't change my mind. it is my great wish that one day i'll manage to make the animatic so other people can see what i'm seeing in my head.

tagging: @glitchinginthegarden @another-corpo-rat @killyourrdarlingss @toshkakoshka @kbysh-kds @bitchofedensgate @cranky-kyrati and anyone else who'd like to join! (no pressure if you wanna skip!)

#first tag game for my v aahhh #i'd do this for my far cry ocs too but im still in the cyberpunk mood #pick me up fic #cyberpunk 2077 #i gotta figure out a tag for my lil guy v but his name follows canon so :/#you can tell why all my doodles are so chaotic when tom cardy is part of his soundtrack #wip wips

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arctic-hands · 10 months

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I hadn't watered Hortensia since I moved in June because at first I thought jostling her around with dry, somewhat solid soil would be less traumatic than being jostled with wet, soft soil, and then after we moved in we had a horrendous gnat problem and I didn't want them to breed in moist soil. They're mostly gone now, but it's been four months since her last water. But she's a succulent so like. She can survive drought stress.

The real trouble began when I was in the hospital for nine days and no one turned her grow light on daily while I was gone, then like the day after I get home the bulb dies and it was impossible to find a grow bulb at the right wattage for that lamp for cheap so thanks to capitalism breeding waste it was more effecient to just buy a new lamp, which finally came in late yesterday but by then I was too tired to assemble it. And even if it had been sunny lately (it hasn't) and we didn't have the blinds down for privacy, the window doesn't get much light to begin with. So she's been without light for like three and a half weeks now.

Meanwhile like most of her bottom leaves had drooped and bent irreparably, so after I set up the new lamp I had to shear off those leaves and cauterize with what little cinnamon I had on hand, and then water her for the first time in like three months.

Poor thing. When I cut off the bad leaves and set them aside, instead of barely oozing thick clear aloe vera goop they immediately began oozing thin yellow juice. No idea what that means, and I'm hesitant to go to the succulent reddit because if the general site's recent shittiness, but I'm pretty sure it's not a healthy sign. On top of that, the soil was so dried out and compact that it became hydrophobic and the water just sloshed around the top for a few minutes before finally being absorbed, so at the end of the process I had to go around what was left of the bottom leaves with a paper towel to absorb the droplets before they caused rot.

So like. Hortensia's survival is a bit dicey right now 😬 I've been saying after I killed Charlie Vera that if Hortensia dies I'm not getting a new one, but it's been two and a half years of Hortensia and I like having something green in the home, especially in winter time. So idk.

Anyway, the new lamp is super bright. Dunno if that's a great thing in general or in this specific circumstance. I extended it as tall as it would fit in the alcove, but Hortensia's middle leaves are still pretty tall and I'll prolly have to move the setup within the year if she survives. Dunno what I'll do if she gets light/sunburn, as that lamp isn't adjustable in brightness.

Also I'm amazed that baby aloe made it, tho it's barely grown recently. On that note, last time I put Hortensia under drought stress (early on, out of abundance of caution after over watering Charlie to the point of root rot), she spawned like five babies almost immediately so we'll see what happens next.

[Image Description: A decently tall aloe vera plant in a large plastic pot comprised of many neutral faces emerging out of the pot all around it. The aloe, along with the inner leaves standing straight up, has many leaves extending up and out towards the sides. The aloe is lacking leaves on the very bottom, and towards the back the stump of a leaf is visible. The leaves are a vibrant green, but noticeably paler where the leaves meet the center of the plant. In the front of the pot is a baby aloe with a few leaves about three inches high. The pot and aloe rests in a window alcove with the blinds drawn, with cloudy darkness visible between the slats. A table lamp with a flat, rectangular head of many small LEDs is curved over the plant, bathing it in bright light and washing everything else out. To the left in the alcove, a silver tabletop Christmas tree is halfway seen. End I.D.]

#aloe vera #succulents #plant care #plantblr #the hopefully successful succulent story of hortensia vera

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imeunseoksbby · 7 months

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CHAPTER 1

E u n s e o k x r e a d e r

Genre:Smut

1 Year Ago

Kelly and Nelly got divorced 3years ago,so 1 year ago which is last year,Kamo went with Kelly to England while Y/N&Jaden went with Nelly to South Korea.Nelly bought a house for him and his family(+new family)in Itaewon.He got married to BoA and they met her children Jungkook and Somi,Y/N also got a boyfriend and his name is Eunseok.This year between November or late October,Eunseok began distancing himself from Y/N,normally he visits her at 8pm but now he comes 30 minutes later .This time y/n was home alone since her dad,brother and stepbrother went to Jeju Island while Somi was on vacation with Chaeyoung and Jihyo,it was 21:05pm

Y/N AND SEUNGHAN TEXT

Me:Can u come over?It's so lonely in my mansion

Hannie😏:What abt hyung?is he there

Me:No one's here except me :((

Me:can I come over?

Hannie😏:Yhh sure😉the members r out

Me:Later bby <33

Hannie😏:💋

Y/N got up and ran to her room to find something to wear,she wore a small dress which also revealed her cleavage,she put on light makeup and perfume on.She got out of the house and drove to Riize's apartment and entered Seunghan 's room

"Damn" he bites his lips and looked at her from bottom to top

Y/N:You like?

Seunghan:Heck yeah I do

Y/N:Everyone will be out for 2 weeks

Seunghan:Guess I'll visit all the time

Y/N chuckled,Seunghan kissed her lips and the two continued making out

♡Timeskip: 01:00am♡

Y/N got in the house and took of her heels and blouse,she got to the kitchen and lit the lights to find Eunseok holding a knife

Y/N:Oh baby...you're here

Eunseok:It's 1am,where have you been

Y/N:I was at Yuki's house...

Eunseok:Yuki is at Japan right now,I know you've been seeing Seunghan

Y/N was too embarrassed to speak but she also got mad

Y/N:Yeah I have!So what you gon' do about it?

Y/N:You gon' kill me?nigga i'm tired of you comin' home late and always missing my calls

Y/N:It's like you the one cheating!What are you even hiding from me!?

Y/N:I KNOW YOUR JOB BUT NIGGA WHO IS YOU ALWAYS KILLING EVERYDAY?!CAN'T YOU LEAVE THEM A BIT AND SPEND SOME TIME WITH ME?!

Eunseok was silent and Y/N got scared because Eunseok kept playing with the knife,he held the knife tightly and got closer to Y/N.He gave her a smirk then he scoffed

Eunseok:My job's dangerous,I go there because of your father

Y/N:What's my father gotta do with this?

FLASHBACK ON A CALL

Nelly:You my daughter's man right? Eunseok:Yuh Nelly:Aight so I know you'se in a gang right? Eunseok:Yuh Nelly:Some of these niggas is trynna kill her,I want you and your gang to protect her Eunseok:How many are they? Nelly:They alot,but don't stress cause most of 'em prolly don't know how to fight Eunseok:Sure Nelly:Yeah I'll pay you R50k if you do so Eunseok:Rands? Nelly:I meant ₩50k Eunseok:Okay

Y/N:Oh...

Eunseok:I could've killed you!

Y/N:Please don't!

Eunseok:I won't

Y/N:Then what will you do?

Eunseok stared at the knife and Y/N thought of slaughter

Y/N:Wait please don't-

Eunseok shushed y/n and made her sit down,he leaned in and gave her a kiss and she gave into the kiss. He broke the kiss and sucked her neck then she moaned,it gave him a bulge .So Eunseok smashed his lips on hers and he nibbled a bit on her lips,he placed his arms around y/n's waist and y/n placed her legs around his waist

He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed,he divided y/n's legs and took of her panty.He started licking her pussy

"Mmm it's so sweet" he said while holding on to her thighs,he was licking so good that Y/N moaned loud,then he inserted his fingers and he was going on a fast pace

Y/N:Ahh eunseok~I'm gonna cum

Eunseok:Wait baby

Y/N:I c-can't ~

Eunseok eventually let her cum and he licked it,after that he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants,he pulled down his boxers and his pp was big.He put his cock inside of y/n and he was going fast,she put her arms around his neck and she loved it yet it was painful

Y/N:Baby,slow down~

Y/N moaned in Eunseok's ear and it made him go even faster,she gripped on his hair and she was sweating,she continued to moan in his ear and he loved it .He placed her on the bed and they undressed each other,now it was y/n's turn

Y/N was on top of him and he was slowly riding him,Eunseok moaned and grabbed on her thighs

Eunseok:Gosh y/n~ keep it going

Y/N smiled and rode him faster and faster,she then got under the blankets and started sucking his cock,he began moaning y/n's name and the smirked. He wanted to cum but y/n didn't let him

Eunseok:I need to cum~

"Just wait" she said while sucking his cock,he couldn't hold it and y/n immediately stopped sucking. But the cum splashed on y/n's face,but it was sweet. The two were already tired

Y/N:That was fun to be honest

Eunseok:Yeah (smirking)

Then Eunseok had just realized something

Eunseok:Wait hold up

#riize eunseok #eunseok x reader #ambw kpop #ambw smut #riize smut #seunghan riize #smut writing #gangsta

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