#so i wore a shirt under it but still!! i feel so happy. im more comfortable in my own skin

[stupidscav]

im just saying I like this sweater !!!

[ratsandclocks]

Sharing (part 1)

(Male Reader/Rodolfo Parra/Valeria Garza/Alejandro Vargas/Phillip Graves)

📝3,508 words(oops) | 18+ | Smut

Alejandro and Graves cannot seem to get along when it comes to having you. Valeria and Rudy hate seeing you upset. They stir up a plan where everyone is happy at the end of the night.

Tags: polyamorous, F/M/M/M/M, Sub/Dom dynamics, pillow prince reader, punishment, restraints, forced proximity, voyeurism, oral(m & f receiving), anal fingering, self imposed edging, overstimulation, subspace(?), no use of y/n, use of petnames; Babe, Baby, Babyboy, Cielito, Cariño, Corazoncito

Dom Valeria, Dom Rudy, Switch Alejandro, Switch Graves, Sub Male Reader.

Note: This took a bit longer to write since you can see, the fic itself got longer than I first anticipated. I tried my best to give everyone some attention but its hard when there's five fucking people. Might finish tomorrow or the day after depending how busy I get but I'll try to update as soon as I can. Anyways this has gotten out of hand... and into the other cuz im jerking off—

Disclaimer: Author does not speak Spanish(fluently) and only used Google for minimum research. If any of the Spanish words used seem off, grammatically incorrect, and/or inappropriate, please inform me and I'll try to fix them.

A petty argument. One that's been going on for about a week between Alejandro and Graves. That's what got you all in this position.

You don't even remember what it was they were fighting about—could be that food you left on the fridge for them that they decidedly did not want to share with each other, could be Philip's now-empty bottle of aftershave that you like the smell of so much, could be that time you wore his shirt to sleep instead of Alejandro's—who cares what the fight was, all you know is that there's heat between them when it comes to you and you did not like that…

Now Rudy didn't like seeing you in distress, neither did Valeria. So naturally, they'd do something about that. And sure enough, they did.

"You're fucking with me." Graves says, as a matter of factly as he watched Rudy handcuff his right hand with Alejandro's left to his pure dismay. Their other hands weren't free either, as they were as tightly tied to their respective sides of the sofa, leaving them immobilized and stuck close to each other. Looking at them together feels like watching two dogs wary of each other, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation—you were simply glad that they cannot do anything about it, but you do pity their place. Their seat was facing the bed, right where you sat with Valeria comfortably kneeling beside you, the two of you not wearing more than your shirt and underwear.

"I'm not." Rudy responded firmly, arms crossed as he glared at the two. "You don't get to touch mi Cielito or yourselves. Not until you start getting along."

"Rudy…" you plead in their defense, but the man only looked at you softly, denied you with a shake of his head, then walked closer towards the bed.

"Don't feel too bad about them now, Cariño." Valeria cooed to you, absently stroking your hair. Her eyes were on the two tied up men while she spoke, directing her words to them just as much. "They weren't being nice, were they?"

"I'm not being nice?" Alejandro finally spoke, pointing his left hand to himself accusingly, only for Graves to pull away the same handcuffed arm. "Look at him!" Alejandro defended himself.

"You've upset our boy, Gilipollas." Rudy lectured, eyes still on yours. You would've said something—another plea or something along the lines of 'you don't have to do this' or 'it's not a big deal'—but Rudy was sitting with you now, hands on your chin to face him and stare at his longing eyes, and that look effectively shut you up. "He deserves way better from you both."

You gasped in surprise when Valeria gripped your hair to pull your head back, her lips suddenly latched onto your neck, already finding the sensitive spot just under your ear. "That he does."

Hands were all over you in a matter of seconds. Valeria's were groping and undressing you, not rushing but surely more forceful than Rudy's. He was way gentler compared to her, softly caressing every inch of your skin she exposes as he kissed your mouth, slowly but just as passionately as Valeria's. All of it familiar, all of it just right.

Heat rushes up your skin. It was already making you lightheaded, their contrast nearly giving you whiplash, but you love seeing their differences, making up for what each other lacked. How they mix so well just to please you, all of them and more just for you—something you wish Alejandro and Phillip could do together.

"You were the one who stole my shit." You heard Graves grumbling. When you looked at him, your eyes met and caught him in a scowl, but his frustrations were clearly directed towards the man beside him.

"It's a shared bathroom, Pendejo." Alejandro quipped, to which he earned a tug on the cuffs from the other man. He tugged back and now they look like little brats fighting over a piece of candy. You couldn't help but frown at the sight, which Rudy quite immediately notices.

"Ey!" He yelled at them and the two men froze in an instant. "You keep fighting like that and you won't get to touch him at all."

"It's not fair, Rudy." Alejandro whined, easily switching from hostility to something more submissive, something he does that usually riles up Rudy. Not tonight though.

"And you're not being fair to him either. Just look—" at that, Alejandro finally looked at you. Your brows furrowed and eyes slightly teary, and clearly not for the reason of being in the debauched position Valeria's hands put you in. Oh how that just breaks his heart, seeing his poor corazoncito longing for him, so close yet so far. How hurt you must be from all his stubbornness.

"You think he wants you two away? That he doesn't want you here with him right now? Think he doesn't want to feel you inside him? You two are the ones depriving our lover of yourselves. Think about that."

"Do you want them, Cariño?" Valeria lewdly whispered to your ears, but loud enough that the other men could hear it. You only nodded, unable to form words while she trails her hands into your boxers, rubbing and stroking you under the garment. "Want their cocks inside of you? Touch every inch of your skin? Fuck you 'til you can't walk like you deserve it?"

"Mhm…" you moaned when her hand gripped your cock, your hips involuntary fucking into her hand.

"Then they gotta be good, right? Else they don't deserve you. Bad boys don't get to touch my sweet sweet boy."

She's pulled you out now and your cock was on full display for them all, hard and dripping as she stroked it. Rudy took off your boxers, throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the room to be picked up later in the next morning. When Valeria let go of you, Rudy took over quickly, teasing his thumb on your slit and you arched your back, promptly falling onto the bed with a whine. You were panting when he let the teasing off, but he didn't stop stroking you in slow firm tugs. Valeria chuckled fondly at the sight as she's taking off her panties, giving you and the rest of the men a show.

"Look at him, Rudy," she says, seductively crawling back towards you, "so sweet and sensitive. Such a shame they won't get a taste."

"Val…" you whined, reaching for her. She's cradling your face now, making you look straight into her eyes.

"You need something, Cariño?" It was almost condescending how she said it, but god if it weren't making you desperately buck into Rudy's hand you would've complained.

"Need you… up here—" she kissed you then—mouth on yours, full of hunger, moans and grunts, teeth and tongue, completely overpowering you—before pulling away and crawling farther. She moved to hover just above your head, legs on either side as she reposition herself with her cunt just above your face. Another whine escaped you when her hands went back to your hair, pressing you into the bed.

"Show me then," she ordered, "show me how much you need me. Show them what they're missing out on."

Your hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her down and ravaging her like she's the last meal of your life. You lap your tongue at her, burying your face deeper and pushing in your tongue farther. Nose nuzzling to her clit so perfectly that she twitches above you. She was clearly amused, letting out an exaggerated moan to egg on the tied up men.

"So good for me, Cariño. There, there, just like that—dios mio, that tongue! So good. Keep going, baby. They don't deserve you like this."

"Fuck's sake." Graves grunted. Valeria knows just how much he loves your mouth, because you know how to use it. He loves it when you kiss him and try to win him over, giving a good fight only to let him take charge in the end. He loves when you nip and bite on his skin, not too hard to hurt but just soft enough to make him feel like heaven. He loves when you suck on his cock desperately like it's your life on the line, loves how you use that tongue oh so sweetly around him. He loves everything about that mouth of yours, and now Valeria's using it against him.

You thrust your hips when you felt Rudy's tongue circling on your tip. He lifted one of your legs up with his free hand, squeezing lube on your balls to drip onto your ass, and proceeding to tease a finger into your hole. It wasn't much trouble prepping you—with how much you get fucked all the time, surely it won't be—but he still takes his time with it, pushing in slowly, always in search of something, making sure you feel good all throughout. He fucked you earnestly with those fingers, twitching when he found that spot that melts your bones and he instantly stopped with his movements, only to start profusely rubbing that spot and make you whine shamelessly.

And you heard Alejandro let out a strangled groan, now fully aware of Rudy's intentions to tease him.

"So cruel, mi rey." He groaned at the sight, he can see so clearly when Rudy's putting you on display like that. He always loved your ass—loved the involuntary movements you make and sounds you let out when it was him playing with you, making you feel good, when you squeeze around his cock plunged deep into you. God, does he wish it was him in Rudy's place, and Rudy knows that really well, so he's making it a show. Rudy pulled his mouth away.

"Keep watching." Rudy spoke before shoving your cock straight down his throat without a warning.

You moaned into Valeria's cunt, sending shivers down her spine and she chuckled. Now fully sat on your face, she grinds her hips on you, vigorously chasing her high until she stiffens above you, letting out a long moan and sigh in relief as she came on your face. She gave a few more thrusts into your tongue before getting off to the side, lifting you to lay your body between her thighs.

"Would you look at that, Babe." She addressed Graves who is now looking at you with a certain thirst in his gaze. Your face glistening in Val's wetness, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure as Rudy kept bobbing his head, working you up. Valeria's hands traveled to your chest, pinching your nipples and making your back arch. "You wanna come, cariño?" She asked and Rudy sucked on the tip of your cock his fingers fucking into you faster to get you off quicker. But you mewled in response, head shaking as you held tightly on her arms and he immediately slowed his movements down.

"No?" Rudy asks, a heated look on his face. "What do you want then? Wanna get fucked in the ass, mi Cielito? Need a cock to come on to?"

You didn't need to say anything more, you nodded and Rudy carefully let you go. Your chest was heaving and you felt weak, too deep into the headspace Valeria had put you in and the pleasure you were just swimming in. You couldn't move on your own and so the two of them worked together to reposition you.

Now you're facing the men on their seats, your chest pressing on the bed with your ass up in the air. The men in front of you were looking at you with a certain darkness in their eyes, they seem painfully hard under their tight pants, their chests rising visibly with their heavy breathing. Graves couldn't stay still in his seat, constantly moving as if it'll do anything to ease the tightness in his pants—it doesn't.

"Phillip…" you whined, eyes staring at him with haze, god you were so pretty. The man could only groan in response.

"You alright, Baby?" Graves asked, because as much as he wants to take care of you, it's all he could do.

Rudy's hand was on you again, splayed out on the bottom of your spine while the other held his cock, teasing your hole just before slowly prodding in. He was big, you knew that—you're used to it, in fact—but it never fails to make you keen, feeling the stretch no matter how much grueling prep he gives you. You bit your lip as you tried to relax, sighing when you finally felt him bottom out.

"You were asked a question, Cielito." Rudy reminded you, hand reaching to stroke your hair as if to help you ground yourself. You leaned into the touch as you moaned, letting out an affirmative 'Mhm' to answer.

"I'm good…" you sighed, plopping yourself back into the bed, your hands reached to clench the sheets and prepare yourself. You grind your ass to feel Rudy's cock and it's all he needed before he started fucking you.

It was slow and sensual, dragging his thick cock to the tip before slowly pushing in again. You could almost feel every vein on him, every time his head almost caught on that sweet spot inside you but just barely missed—you knew he's doing it on purpose.

"So pretty, isn't he?" You heard Valeria. You don't remember when but she's now behind Alejandro and Graves, caressing Phillip's face with one hand while exploring Alejandro's body with the other. Graves had his head leaning against her while the other man was tense in his seat, trying—failing—to feign control of his desires.

"See what you're fighting for? Getting fucked raw without you?" Valeria said to Phillip, lightly biting his ear to tease before turning to Alejandro neck. "All because you don't know how to share."

You screamed when Rudy suddenly slammed into you, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. Then he took pace, quickening without losing the strength in his thrusts. You were a moaning mess, broken noises leaving your mouth as air gets punched out of your lungs.

"Does it feel good?" Valeria asked and you barely registered that it was directed at you, all you could manage was a pathetic whimper as Rudy mercilessly pounded into you, "Words, Cariño."

"S'good… s-so—" you let out a yelp when Rudy finally hits that spot, deciding to keep abusing it and leaving you a thoughtless, sobbing, mewling mess under him—Under Valeria, and under all of their gazes. You were boneless on the bed, head in the clouds, you felt like you'd float through the ceiling any second, and you were thankful for the moment Rudy put his weight on your back, engulfing you with warmth as perched his hands on the side of your head.

Your gaze wandered through the room, processing anything was a struggle with your mind being full of haze, but you could see Graves struggling through his breathing and the bulge in his uncomfortably tight jeans. He bit his lips as your eyes met and you could only imagine the torture he was in right now. You were like a caged man observing a hungry shark in the ocean—you can see the urge it had to pounce, to destroy the barrier between you, and devour you til you're nothing but bones. But he can't have his way, can't even touch himself, can't give himself any relief. All he could do was simply watch you in your position, so enticing, so good for them all.

It was when he broke the connection between you that you noticed Alejandro had his hand on Graves' thighs, slowly rubbing up on him with a proud smirk on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked Alejandro, a little wary, but just as much curious of the man's intentions.

"Can't touch ourselves, but they didn't say anything about touching each other. Might as well give the boy a little show." Alejandro said, his hand traveling farther into Graves' inner thigh. His breath hitched, swallowing a lump in his throat at the teasing touch. "Unless you'd rather you sit your ass there wishing you could get off by just watching."

"No." Graves said firmly without missing a beat—much to your surprise. He closed his eyes, rested his head back and let out a sigh, "Keep… keep going…"

That proud smirk on Alejandro's face got impossibly more smug and he did not hesitate to move his hand straight to Graves' bulge, pressing and rubbing on it with enough pressure to make the man keen and relax on his seat. Alejandro was quick to decide to unbutton Phillip's jeans, shoving his hand in and pulling his cock out. It was painfully red, dripping and desperate, and by God did you want it in your mouth right now.

You would've begged Rudy to let you suck off the man, but Alejandro is quicker than you could think. He was already leaning down—as uncomfortable the restraints make it—and licking the precum before it could drip down his shaft, then bobbing his head while his hand pumped the man's shaft. Phillip let out a sigh, finally opening his eyes to find Valeria beside him, looking down at him with amusement.

"What?" Graves panted, eyes heavy as he tried to read Valeria's look.

"Nothing," she feigned, leaning down closer to the man, then pulling his head back til his neck was exposed enough to the woman's desire, watching the man's throat bob as he swallowed, "you just look so cute getting along."

She kissed him with vigor, the other hand cradling his neck and their mouth fought for dominance with Valeria at an advantage. Her hand traveled to his chest, squeezing it once before traveling farther down his stomach, tracing every muscle until she reached Alejandro's head. She pulled him off and you can see his stubble glistening from his own spit, she quickly moved into kissing him now, freeing her other hand to reach for Graves' cock, covering Alejandro's bigger hand and pumping it together.

As much as you wanted to keep watching, you couldn't look anymore with how much Rudy was trying to keep your attention on his cock, it was a task to even keep your eyes open. Desperately needing to ground yourself, you reach for Rudy's hand, which he decided to interlock with yours. You gripped it like a lifeline, feeling that heat in your stomach starting to overfill and you were tightening around Rudy.

"Oh? You close, Cielito?" Rudy panted next to your ear, "Are you gonna come? Go ahead, you can do it. Come on my cock."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your cock twitched and soon enough, you came hard, face buried into the mattress muffling your otherwise loud moan, shuddering from the pleasure that shot through your spine.

Rudy fucked you through your orgasm, riding it out with you until the sensation starts edging into overwhelming pleasure. He was still pounding into you, quicker and harder, chasing his own end.

"So close, mi Cielito. Just a little more, I know you can take more. Take it."

Your legs are near to giving up, thighs shook from the exertion, but you stayed still, stayed good for him and let him use you all he wants. You were rewarded with a tight embrace, and the warm feeling of his cum painting your walls. He finally slowed down, hips stuttering as he slowly pulled out. Your legs finally gave out and you went limp on the soft mattress, Rudy followed with you to keep embracing you from behind, giving your back little pecks of kisses and nuzzling on your shoulder.

"Muy bien, mi Cielito. You did so good for me." You felt his warm breath on your neck as he kissed you just under your ear, caressing your hips and just showering you with all the love he could give. You'd love to stay like that for eternity, engulfed in his affection, you could never get used to it. Unfortunately, it had to end sooner than you wished. He pulled away, leaving your behind exposed to the cold air, but not for long as you felt strong arms flip you to lay on your back.

You find all of them above you, even Alejandro and Graves now free from their restraints on the seat.

"Still with us, Cariño?" Asked Valeria and you smiled, letting out a sigh that's more of a stuttered laugh. You couldn't help the heat crawling back up your skin seeing them all looking down at you, you swallowed a lump in your throat before answering.

"Never left." You spoke, part smugness, part teasing. They all smiled, fully understanding what you meant by those words alone—more.

"Good." Alejandro growls, and your stomach drops at the feral look he gives you, his smile widening, tongue going over his teeth like watching food served to him on a silver platter.

"Because two of us just learned how to share."

(To be continued…)

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 19: Uniform- Jim Hopper

Word count: 2,012

Summary: Youre the new police station receptionist and you can’t help but love how Jim looks in his uniform.

“Benefit of now living in a small town is you guys always have my favourite cereal. Living in a bigger city it was always gone by the time I’d get to the store after work.” You lightly laughed with Joyce as you held up the cereal in question.

“Well im more than happy to keep it stocked for you. Since that new mall was built I haven’t had much to do, it’s pretty much just you, some parents and the elderly of Hawkins.” Joyce replies warmly.

Since moving to Hawkins three months ago, Joyce has been such a big help and a great friend. She was just under twice your age but that was fine, she has been like a cool Aunty to you.

“Hey, Joyce.” You heard a gruff voice say as the heavy steps of none other than Jim Hopper walked in.

“Here’s my other regular.” She smiled warmly at her old friend. “I was just telling y/n that she’s keeping the store open since that mall was built.” She joked with the man.

He smiled at you as your eyes met.

Even though Hopper was technically your boss, he still made you feel comfortable and taken care of. Well when you saw him out of work he did, when he was in his uniform it was another story.

“She’s keeping the station together too since Flo semi retired. From Wednesday to Saturday things seem to run a bit smoother.” He complimented you with a warm smile.

“Oh I don’t know about that, I think Flo just organises it so well the rest of the week that she makes me look good.” You joke back, hand lightly touching his forearm.

Though you didn’t speak loudly your volume of voice seemed to shock him a bit. To be fair it was because at work you were a lot more shy and quiet, but you couldn’t help it.

Here out in public in his regular clothes, Hopper still looked amazing to you but he was on equal grounds. Hell if Joyce hadn’t been standing there you might have even flirted with him a bit, but at work, when he was in his uniform, it was a different story.

The way he looked and the power he held in that uniform just made you clam up, you turned into a horny school girl again. If Hopper knew how he made you feel though, he’d probably fire you, or so you thought.

Hopper definitely noticed your change in behaviour at the store compared to work, sure everyone was a little different in and out of work but this was something else. The way you freely chatted and laughed with Joyce and himself made him eye you suspiciously. However your behaviour wasn’t the only thing that made him eye you.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about flipping your skirt up, unbuttoning your blouse and seeing what lay beneath your clothes but here in your regular clothes, he couldn’t help but stare a little more.

When at work you wore long skirts and quite full covering blouses, but here, on a hot summers day, your beautiful legs were on full display and your basic t-shirt seemed to sit nicely across your chest. Luckily for him he could be subtle enough to not be noticed staring.

******

Seeing you back at work the next week and you were back to your shy and closed off self. Surely it was just you being professional at work and wanting to focus on your job, but there was something about it that felt off.

Wanting answers he decided to do some semi police work and try to see if he could discover why. Making sure to pay attention to when you became more nervous and where your eyes fell. Though he tried to be subtle, you definitely noticed his extra attention and tried hard all day to stay focused and not stare.

You especially tried hard not to stare when his strong thighs came to sit on your desk, or when he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up. Though you tried hard to keep your eyes on your work, you couldn’t help but stare and the blush that creeped up onto your cheeks.

By the end of the day Hoppers ‘police work’ had seemed to have paid off and he believed he had found his answer. His self conscious thoughts came out when he came to his conclusion but there was no way around it, it was his uniform.

His uniform got you hot.

****

Now he’d found the reason surely he could just move on, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but then it got worse.

The next day you seemed to be even more on edge. As soon as he saw you shuffling around in your seat and crossing your legs each time he came over to your desk, he couldn’t help but play with you a bit.

“Y/N could you come to my office, I just have something I need you to look at.” He asked that afternoon, walking right up to your desk for what felt like the thousands time that day.

God he was driving you mad. Your skin was hot, your heart raced and every time he came into view in that uniform, your core couldn’t help but flutter. Walking to his office, you tried hard not to stare at his ass and instead tried to focus on keeping your shaky legs from failing you.

Walking through the door to his office and of course he’s sitting behind the desk with his legs spread out beautifully. You swear the second you get home you are going to need a cold shower and some time with your favourite ‘back massager’. Standing in front of his desk your eyes nervously follow him as he begins to stand and walk behind you.

Usually Hopper couldn’t see much with the clothes you wore but today your skirt was a lighter fabric and colour, being able to see the curve of your ass a lot better than usual. Standing behind you he had a perfect view of your ass and his fingers itched to reach out and grab it.

You were confused as to what he needed from you but not wanting to be rude, and not wanting your voice to falter, you waited for him to speak first.

“You know, Y/N, I wasn’t lying the other day with Joyce, you truly do work very well here and help the station run so much better.” He complimented in a deep dominating voice.

Your breath and heart rate began to pick up as you could feel him stepping closer to you.

“I love coming into work and seeing you sit there. First to come to work and last to leave, you work so hard.” He now breathes down your neck, a hand coming to rest on your hip.

A gasp makes its way past your lips at the contact, surprised at the touching but hoping he wouldn’t stop just there. Stepping closer your gasp turns into a moan as his other hand lays on your other hip and you can feel just how hard he is.

“I was beginning to worry that you didn’t like working here, you seemed so quiet and so nervous, but that’s not it is it, Y/N?” He asks, his lips now right by your ear.

You want nothing more in this moment then to grind back into him but you force yourself to stay still.

“You like how my uniform makes you feel don’t you, Y/N? Like how dominant I look? Is that it, sweetheart?” He asks hotly whispering in your ear.

His breath now on your neck causing you to moan and your head fall onto his shoulder. His grip on your hips tightens at the contact.

“Yes. Yo-you look so good in your uniform, I can’t stop thinking about you when you wear it.” You moan out to answer as he now presses hot kisses to your exposed neck.

“It gets you hot doesn’t it? I bet you think about me bending you over this desk and fucking you, don’t you? I mean you’ve been doing so well here, I think you’ve earned a good fucking. Would you like that, baby?” He asked hotly in your ear, one of his hands now feeling your breast over your blouse.

“A-aaah, ye-yes. I want you to fuck me, Hop.” You moan back, now fully grinding against his quite large bulge.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He praises you, nibbling at your ear before he roughly shoved you onto the desk.

Landing chest first with a small grunt, you can’t help but stick your ass out a little further, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Take off your shirt and bra, sweetheart, let me see what I’ve been thinking of these past few months.” He orders, standing right behind you and caging you in with his strong hips.

Doing as he says, you quickly straighten up, now being consumed by his large frame behind you.

“Have you been thinking of this, Y/N? Have you touched yourself to me, baby?” He teases, his large fingers making their way under the front of your skirt, finding you soaked through your panties and to your tights.

“Oh fuck, baby, feels like you have.” He chuckles deeply as he begins to play with your clit, his other hand roughly squeezing your now very exposed breast.

“Aa-aaah, ye-yeesss, Hop. Oh fuck! I touch myself to you! Oh god! I want you to fuck me do badly, Chief.” You pathetically moan, practically humping his hand now.

Deeply moaning he harshly pushes you back onto the desk, another soft grunt leaving you, followed by a whine at the loss of contact.

“Ooohh ‘Chief’, I like that.” He smirks by your ear, his whole chest pushed fully onto your back.

Stepping back briefly, he pulls down your stockings and panties all once. Quickly shoving your legs apart you hear him unwrapping and putting on a condom.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asks as you feel him lining his tip up with your soaking entrance.

“Yes, please fuck me, Hop.” You pathetically moan out.

Feeling a harsh slap on your ass you loudly yelp out.

“That’s not what you call me.” He growls in your ear as his grip on your hip tightens.

“I’m sorry, Chief! Please fuck me.” You plead out.

“Good girl.” He praises sweetly in your ear as he kisses your cheek.

Feeling him fully thrust into you all at once, your body lunges forward and you let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, baby, lucky no one’s here today.” He chuckles as he grips harshly onto your hips and fucks you into the desk.

He fills you up so perfectly and his thick cock manages to hit the perfect spot each time. You can’t control your loud moans as your head drops between your folded arms.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight! God your pussy feels amazing around me. Squeezing my cock so good.” He growls as his harsh thrusts continue.

You can feel the coil in you begin to tighten and your walls begin to flutter.

“Oh fuck! Chief I’m gonna cum! Please make me cum!” You shout out as you push your hips further back.

One of his large hands leaves your hip as his arm wraps around the front of your hips, and his other hand makes its way to your clit, lightly rubbing you as he continues to fuck into you.

“Cum for me, darlin’, I’ve got you.” He whispers surprisingly sweetly into your ear.

With the added pleasure your body begins to shake as your orgasm washes over you with a loud moan. Hopper closely follows behind you as he grabs onto your hips and thrusts harshly into you.

Lightly pulling out of you, Hopper readjusts your stockings and skirt as he lightly turns you around.

“You did well, gorgeous.” He gently praises as he strokes your hair.

[sunnysoulzz]

please do more dean taylor fix’s there is like literally none out there and i’m DESPERATE

IM SO GLAD SOMEONE WANTS THEM BECAUSE IM SUCH A SLUT FOR HIM, anyway this was inspired by a char.ai convo I had 🥴

Dean x F!reader

Contains: couch fucking, takes place before the events of the movie probably, porn no plot kinda

It was a lazy Sunday, you and Dean were chilling on his couch. You snuggled into him, his arm draped over your shoulder. You couldn’t lie, the movie wasn’t that interesting. You had lost interest very early on, and so had he. He was far more bored then you were, however. He needed to do something else. And I mean, what’s more entertaining than his pretty girlfriend?

His gaze moved from the tv to you, he looked you up and down. He leaned into you, kissing your neck and jaw. You smiled softly. His hand moved from your shoulder to your face. He held your jaw as he turned you to look at him. He stared at your lips before kissing you hungrily.

His other hand moved to your thigh, he ran his fingers across your skin, slowly moving them up. He reached the waistband of your shorts, god he was happy you weren’t wearing many layers.

You spread your legs, giving him better access. He dipped his fingers below the waistband, rubbed against your clit. You were already wet. He smirked.

He turned your body to face him, he kissed down your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. He left hickeys all over your skin, his hands moving to take off your shorts and panties as fast as possible.

He threw off his shirt, going right back to making out with you. His fingers continued to circle your clit as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand moved under your shirt, wanting to touch you desperately. He slowly pushed his finger inside of you, you moaned into his mouth again as he pumped it in and out of you before adding another finger.

He was rough, just wanting you to be prepped so he could be inside of you. He looked down at you, your head was thrown back, your hands gripping at his arms. God you were just so cute.

He moved his fingers to his mouth, you whined at the loss off contact before you looked up, watching him lick your slick off of them while keeping eye contact. His hands moved down to his sweatpants, you could see the outline of his aching erection through them. “Pretty girl” his voice was raspy. He pulled them down just enough to let his dick spring free.

He pumped himself a few times before grabbing a condom from Know knows where and putting it on. He lined himself up with your entrance. You bit your lip as he shoved his cock inside you. You moaned loudly, his hands moved to your waist, a smile on his face. You looked at him and nodded, he quickly got to working pumping himself in and out off you, his rhythm quickly increasing. “Yes- just like that” you moaned out.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, he leaned down, burning his face in the crook off your neck, your fingers dug into his skin. You left a few hickeys on his neck as well. The feeling off his dick inside you making you moan into his ear. He let out a groan, knowing you felt good. “Tell me how good I make you feel baby~” his hands dug into your waist, probably leaving bruises.

He was happy he wore a condom, cause he really didn’t wanna pull out of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, basically locking him in. He bit down on your shoulder as he came. You threw your head back, still leaving scratches in his back. He stayed inside of you, slowly catching his breath.

You both had completely forgotten the movie, by the time you remembered it you had missed an entire chunk. Dean unfortunately pulled out of you, throwing away the condom before grabbed his shirt, giving it to you because you just looked so good in his shirts. He laid down on you, his head on your chest as he wrapped a blanket around you both.

“This movie is still boring” you mumbled, your fingerings playing with his hair. “I can think of a few more entertaining ideas” he smirked. Your face felt hot. God he was excited for round two.

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🤭 I love Dean sm. This was kinda- a not very Dean FIC? Like this could’ve been anyone if you replaced his name but still 😭 hope it was enjoyable nonetheless. I might write some dark fics for Dean if you guys are interested. And thank you to @luntothemoon for proofreading some of it 🫶

[corpocookie]

I played dress up with Thorn a little :3 (+ showcasing his default look cause I love the fit sm lmao) plus some thoughts about the outfits under the cut! pls excuse the clipping im too lazy to edit these all ;-;

default — this 'preacher' look is pretty much his day to day. his teal sunglasses belonged to his wife Hope, and he pretty much adopted them. since i have no access to actual priest stuff from the game (thanks to having no money to comission mods lol) i had to make do and get creative. i feel like i landed a sweet spot for him, someone who's currently questioning his faith but still practicing it. the gun holster is a pretty new addition but it feels like it's always been there, since he's a gunsmith. it just fits, ya kno? also, cowboy boots because duh. man's a cowboy!! >;3c (also comes in a bunch of variants but I didn't want to clutter the photoset: no jacket, no glasses, no shirt, etc)

casual — this is an NC look for him, from when Hope was alive. basically the 'nice day out' outfit. still tried to find the sweet spot for something more formal because of his profession while keeping it casual. i wanted it to give youth pastor vibes and i'm pretty happy with it!

casual 2 — a more nomadesque inspired look, it's something he'd wear after he moved to NC (or out of NC and back to the Aldecaldos). the "between two worlds" look, with a cleaner shirt and grimy leather pants :3

Aldecaldo — this is his camp outfit. pretty much what it says on the tin ^^ at this point, he's mostly focusing on the gunsmith aspect of his skills, so i headcanon those wire thingies to be like hydraulic cybernetic mumbo jumbo that help his cyberarm when he's tinkering with guns, specifically precision detailing.

Funeral — you can take a guess what this one is for lol. he wore this to Hope's funeral, but I liked the look because it's still priest-y and somber. he wanted to be the one who held the ceremony, but stepped down and had someone else do it.

Gunsmith — NC gunsmith/shopkeep look! if you walked into the Spray'n'Pray, chances are this is how you'll find him :D the NPC look :^) (I forgot to take off the glasses in this one, but whatever theyre cool and a Look so they stay)

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

this girl one time wanted to have sex with me and when i asked to use a condom she laughed it off and said it wasnt cool, and began to chip away at my boundary until i gave her what she wanted. she kept trying to get me to do things and i would say no, and she would continue asking anyway. in bed she said something like “you said you would” and that legitimately scared me, because it seemed like she was just blatantly lying to my face, or just forgot. then she called herself a succubus (A DEMON) and my gut screamed at me to be careful around her. sorry this may be TMI, but im anon so whatever, she said i could nut in her, which is the complete opposite of my original boundary. she was so sweet otherwise and communicated really good. except for when i texted her my concerns about being manipulated. she just became really defensive. im really happy im not “under her spell” anymore. i dont know what she was trying to do, but she could have hurt me really bad

its not tmi, its ok, you know me :p <3.. im sorry your boundaries were disrespected :( ill put my answer under read more cus its probly gona be long , this message had me contemplating some things..

IMO : sex is so tricky its been a struggle my whole life to understand how i feel about it & where my boundaries lie + allowing myself to express them so i understand the struggle u present here altho it's a different perspective.. some people use sex as a vehicle to gain power over others, by way of luring their partner into a state of vulnerability, i dont think that's something demonic necessarily i think it's usually more surface level than that. however

you do see a huge rise in the amount of ppl kind of, trying to personify the succubus nowadays? ppl have always wanted to be sexy but it's like different than the way ppl wanted to be sexy when i was younger. it got rly mainstream to have kind of a demon aesthetic if that makes sense? when i was younger this stuff was reserved for the relentlessly bullied & punished Goth and Emo kids.

but ok when i worked at spencers gifts in 2021/22 they had all these shirts of anime succubus girls getting choked and in bondage n shit, and these shirts were their best sellers they were outselling most the band tees and franchises like naruto.. and im telling youuu it was like, the youngest girls always buying these shirts, it made me so uncomfortable!! sometimes i would walk away and get my coworker to ring them up cus i was like nah im not selling a child that shit...but it really made me think like wow if i was in 7th grade and wore this shit to school it wou;dve been like wearing a giant KICK MY ASS!!!! target on my back but it's like, a popular thing rn.

and im not saying the bullying should return ofc, not the point. but it lead me down the string of thought wondering why this stuff is being pushed into the mainstream so heavily. sex sells i guess $$$ but yeah i think right now it's especially common to refer to yourself as a succubus if you're trying to feel a sense of power as a woman. because as a woman there are very few ways to gain power other than using sex. and many people want power! but i dont think most of them are demonic. just lost..

still its good u followed ur instinct to stay away from that girl because it is really cruel to manipulate someone in a moment where they've trusted you enough to be close to them like that.

yeah i think its rly rare for someone to be in some true demonic possession shit but i feel there can be dark things that linger *around* people who have weak spiritual armor and sort of, feast off their energy & create misfortunes around the person that generate bad energy for it to feed off of. but i dont think they have too much control over your actions like i would imagine for someone who's truly possessed. i feel a lot of ppl have these sort of ambient malignant attachments especially if they keep a lot of dark imagery & symbols around thinking it's just an aesthetic.

thas just my thoughts....really bored tonite so im typing a lot.... i love sex i think it can be so beautiful and restoring, it helps me feel so much happier in life to have good sex regularly i dont think sex or sexiness is evil. i just think its easy for ppl w bad intentions to turn it into this whole twisted ass mind game when it shld rly b so simple and natural and a loving connection that sets u free......be safe out there anon be discerning! protect you heart..<3

[lovesickbrat]

I'm so interested in your style progression. I remember that it was classic coquette (when you were in like middle school) - then classic coquette and grunge (brat mag era) - then coquette noir now. Can you like explain what you wore and why it progressed the way it did? (I'm a fashion nerd)

mmmm for me it was kind of a natural progression bc even back in middle school i was into darker styles but i wore uniforms and had no money so the only time i got to wear cute clothes was summer so therefore more classic coquette clothes but they were all from like marshalls and i was also a middle schooler so not quite crop tops, lots of wet seal too, overalls, flowery dresses stuff like that

the part thats missing truly is high school i would say bc i was like Thee grunge/punk girl in high school after my quick normie phase at 14 bc i was tryna figure myself out and during my darker high school phase i was also going thru a lot with my like gender idenitt bc i felt like a girl but i also didnt but i also waant nonbinary lmao sooo lota of matching sets (this one plaid one i got from f21 was my fav til someone else started copying so i had to change it), mini skirts + band tees were my signature look, lots of boots, fishnets (i was real scandalous for that one), turtlenecks etc. i was the reason they stopped dresscoding ppl bc i would wear mesh shirts and ahit and not care

also ive had blue hair since high school like i had ot from 15-19 so my blue period was def my grungiest era

when i was in brat mag era it was rlly me reconciling the parts of me i felt i had to throw away (i still had a fascination with nymphet but i was under the impression that i could talk abt it out loud) so i started to just go back to what made me happy during quarantine i was done with HS i was in my room i could rlly just rediscover myself and my old interests and indulge in them at my pace instead of throwing it away?

like the iconic blue romper was from goodwill i got it while with my cousin and she bought it for me bc ahe said i just had to have it, lots of early shein clothes before i knew it was bad so cherry print dresses, tube tops, short shorts bc at the time during quarantine i rarely went out so me and my mom often too trips to the park to relax lots of my rlly popular pics from that time were taken by my mom lol

but i also wore lots of clothes i already owned like the dickies dress, and my black ripped shorts, and my tie dye crop top i got from a church thrift store like i rlly wanted to add my personal style

then idk a lot of stuff happened to me from 19-early 21 so i just kinda became a more moody and morose person and i also was (and still am) frustrated with lots of aspects of current coquette esp since ppl clown me for wanting my flowers and im kinda feeling the same as i did when i was 18 and wanting to indulge in my past desires so my clothing during my last two years of college were all over the place plus i gained a lot of weight and was tryna figure out my new body

i chopped all my hair off dyed it auburn now i have massive boobs and im in a state thats hot year round soooo less effort lots of shorts and tank tops some pieces from LA apparel etc another “finding myself era”

so now im kinda like who 12-13 yr old me wishes she coulda been if she wasnt a literal baby LOL like i talk abt this in the book club discord but if we take the morality of what we were doing out of it we just were a lot freer during og coquette days and im kinda like…hm well gonna go back to not caring and being weird and not in the cultivated weirdness way of the histrionic coquettes now but like just genuinely talking abt shit i like and clothes i like and its rlly just a blend of all of my past selves coming together tbh but its just evolving

so back to boots but more variety not just combat/docs, more mini skirts again (my plaid skirt 1 graphic tee combo coming back), fun coats, oversized sweaters, well fitting bras (im trying at least), mini dresses, bootcut jeans

[sangoqueenkoko]

snowfall

fluff of course + bonus headcanons

(song linked^^ feel free to listen to it. linked because of the same title)

Wendigoon/reader - im carrying this tag rn fr😘 and i am happy to do it for y'all <3

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Summary: More snow has fallen in Tennessee. More than usual that is. Well... looks like either of you won't be able to leave the house for a few days. Is that a problem? Shouldn't be.

Warnings? S N O W Y F L U F F. I mention his first name more than once. Reader accidentally falls and hurts themselves once.

Reader is not from the USA, a colder country, let's just say the UK for example. (like me)

Self indulging again💃

guess who’s back at it again‼️

FELLOW WENDIGOON SIMPS, DINNERS SERVED!

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also thanks, @koaluna for the help on the title. because I don't know how it was that hard for me. Anyway-

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Cold. It was cold. And it was too much for your liking.

Colder than it should ever be in Tennessee, on record, the most it has ever snowed was as much as 26 inches. At the moment, it wasn't as bad as that. But it was a lot, let us just say that. It was not recommended to go outside as you could easily slip, fall and hurt yourself. Well, you were Okay with that as you stayed indoors in the warmth with your beloved, Isaiah. He was in his recording room finishing a video whilst neither of you didn't have much to do for a little while, so that's a way to pass the time.

You had to leave the house for a few seconds and it felt like your whole body was encased in ice you were that cold. So as soon as you closed the door behind you, you immediately went to put more layers on, or perhaps change into warmer clothes. You always thought how Isaiah wasn't bothered by the cold at times seeing as how he always wore colourful, and sort of Hawaiian dad-like shirts. But the room he recorded in was always the best in the house temperature-wise, it was always the best no matter the weather. Whereas you were the opposite, as you weren't from the USA, so you were not built to withstand these temperatures and weather behaviours, and your home country was cold from time to time. But it was never usually this bad though.

But sometimes, wearing things your size wasn't always the best. To you, it felt like that clothing bigger than your actual size was better (same). Because you could just curl up in it. So let's just say that you found a hoodie that wasn't yours and put it on and proceeded to curl up in it in the living room on the sofa that had most, if not all, blankets on it. Soon becoming acclimatised to your surroundings, you had dozed off.

About an hour or so passed and you were at the stage between asleep and awake, you heard faint footsteps nearby in another room before they quietly walked over to where you were, still curled up, feet under a blanket as they were still cold. Then you heard someone, that someone being Isaiah, say something.

"You look really cute in that sweater."

He would say other sweet things like that to you from time to time, even if you are awake or not.

Needless to say, you tried not to react, such as smile, too much to the point that he knew you were awake. You did well as you then felt him gently kiss the top of your head. You loved his simple acts of affection. Small yet they meant a lot to you, and you could not be happier.

Hours, well... a few days later, not much changed on the outside. It was currently snowing, nothing too blizzard-like, but something like a fairytale, it was light and fair. Still cold though, if you were to go outside, it was recommended to be careful and take caution.

You understood that memo but mother nature didn't let you act on the said memo. Well, you see, you went outside to take the trash outside, and well you slipped on the path as a patch of snow had turned into ice. Resulting in you slipping, trying to save yourself but that didn't work as one of your feet accidentally went one way, whereas you went the other. And ouch. You made your way inside somehow and soon found yourself in the living room on the sofa with your foot on a footrest. Not how you expected your day to go. But anyway.

And so Isaiah convinced you to just let him help you get on with your life so that you can quickly get on the road to recovery. Which was interesting. Mainly because you both had your own work to do, and you both had to juggle both of your careers. Luckily, they were easy to do at home, so it was not a problem.

Ahem.

So

First off, he is really sweet when it comes to helping you.

He would occasionally take a break from recording to come to ask if you need anything or need help getting somewhere, your room or the bathroom for example.

You said no every time, even if you did need it because you did not want to disturb him every time you needed something. You didn't find it fair.

He didn’t mind. Even if you did.

But what didn’t help is his weird recording times. It really messes with your body clock.

He would go on for hours and end up working into the early hours of the next day.

Or

He would get up at stupidly early hours of the day and proceed to record until the late morning. Which really isn't good for any person's health.

You tried to break that cycle and, surprisingly, it worked for a while. Even if you did have to physically pull yourself out of bed, or from where you were, to pull him away for a while.

That way he could gather his thoughts and not have his mind so strained for thinking about a timeline or whatever for so long. You do notice a change. A good change. Even if he does sleep for a few hours. As long as you know he is rested.

The sweetest person on Earth. REAL😳

some mf put a ring on it pls, or i will

With work schedules and accidentally hurting yourself aside, there was another thing your beloved suggested. Seeing that he is, in reality, a kid at heart, and to brace for the potential future of this weather, he decided to make a fort.

Yes, you read that right!

A pillow fort.

Because you never know that the power could go out and you need to have a place to keep warm. It made him happy let's say, mainly because he gets to do something he likes with you around. And you both get to be close. With both of you busy with your respective jobs, you don't often get the chance to do something like that, especially in circumstances like this. And now was the only time, for the slight foreseeable future, that this could happen.

And the fact that he made hot chocolate for you two just made you realise more of how sweet he is. He didn't forget your favourite toppings too. How could he not? ;)

Then there were movies on his laptop you both watched. By this time, you two both acted as if the power had gone off, which it hadn't, you just both liked doing this as it wasn't anything you had done in a long time. Perhaps since you were both kids? Both of you enjoyed this time together anyway, if anything, this weather brought you two more together. Say it's cliché if you must, but it's true.

Then as the day began to slowly come to a close, with you both watching movies of course, you had, unknowingly, fallen asleep on the pillow in your beloved's lap, hugging the one you had too. Which he didn't mind, he found it quite sweet actually. He gently played with your hair too, which always made you tired. But it was a subconscious act of his that it does not look like he would give up easily. And even if you both weren't snowed in, he would happily carry you to bed, just like now.

If you were already asleep for example, he would give you a light kiss on the forehead. No, if or buts nor coconuts, what I say goes. Ahem. But he still would do that anyway, because he would just be like that.

Okay, things in general about you both-

One word about him: simp.

Lowkey adores you.

Occasionally mentions your name in passing in a video or two. And as well as a few podcasts he’s been in too. And when he does, he's all sweet about it like jsbdjsnbdghesjwkamsndbhusi-

And on live streams, especially on creepy content like weird games and things such as the Mandela Catalogue, would laugh a little when you get scared. Then if it happens too much, he wouldn’t find that funny. He’ll probably take a break.

To make sure you’re Okay ofc😌

You know how some of his subscribers call him dad? Yeah well…

They call you (mum/other dad) or some other nice name

I don't know about you, but that’s fucking cute!

And outside in the snow that’s actually easier to walk through…

Snowball fights, duh

You would throw one at him while he’s making one himself, his back turned to you

Hits him on the back of his head and part goes down his neck

I don’t know about screaming, but he yelps instead...

And you soon got the same as revenge. And he laughed.

And so that triggered a definite snowball fight

Also, one of you would eventually slip, and continue to slip as you try and catch yourself. Like this. But without the sound effects of course-

Snow angels too✨

Side by side of course

Best snow day ever!

And

When making said snow angels, it starts to snow again! Not too heavily this time.

And you know what that calls for? More hot chocolate with the added toppings.

All in all, Isaiah is, like, the best person ever.

And the best boyfriend ever🤭

He would do anything for you.

Where can I get one?

100/10 would most definitely recommend it.

when is he doing more merch again pls i need one

gonna do more someday. but seeing as this one was a little harder to get to this many words, it’ll take longer for me to think. so for now,

farewell

JUST LOOK AT HIM_

[b3mym1stake]

A very serious the 1975 fanfiction.

This is.... interesting.... so um please dont take it seriously. There is nothing weird or nsfw about this. Just your average cringy 2014 style fanfiction.

PLEASE IGNORE ANY SPELLING OR PUNCTUATION MISTAKES I WROTE THIS AT THREE AM.

During the night, i was sleeping peacefully in my king sized bed, but in the morning, my mothers harsh and shallow voice awakened me. "Wake up you waste of space" she screamed. It didnt bother me. i have been allowing it to happen for years, me letting her treat me like shit i mean. It doesnt hurt me anymore. I get up and i go to the bathroom to wash up. As i stare into the mirror i notice all the imperfections in my skin. The deep gash of my forehead from when i had a huge pimple and just couldnt leave it alone, the multiple scars on my nose from peeling my skin too much in the summer when i got sunburned, the millia under my eye that is very permanently injured and scarred from when i was 12 and thought it was a pimple... Im so different than all the other girls... They all have glass skin and look like if Serena Van der Woodsen and Taylor Swift had a lovechild that was raised by Blair Waldorf. Yet here i was, imperfect and unloved, still feeling happy about who i was.

After i was done with all that daily philosophical thinking, i threw my long, blonde hair in a messy bun, wore my favourite band t-shirt, my "the 1975" muscle tank. I bought it after i saw taylor swift wearing it even though i absolutely love the 1975. I wear a pair of boho themed patterned leggings, and my high top uggs. I gaze into my shining blue orbs in the mirror and decide that today will be a day where i actually wear a bit of makeup. Unlike other girls, i dont need to wear makeup to feel pretty, i have found a source of happiness very deep in me that no one can ever truly take away.

"Autumn Raine!!!!! Come down RIGHT NOW!!!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I sighed, breathing away all those thoughts that had occured to me while i was zoning out while looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. "Cominggg!!" i said back, my voice soft and feminine. As i walked down the stairs, i saw four men sitting on our couch. For a second i thought my mom was making me go to casting for a COMPLEEEEETELY different thing, but then i remembered, im still her daughter and she probably wouldnt want that to happen right in front of her. However, after a close inspection, i figured out who the four unknown men sitting on our couch were, and how they werent so unknown after all....

"Matty, Adam, George and Ross?!?!?!" I say in surprise. "What the actual hell is the 1975 doing on my couch??" I think. "We are here for a very special reason, George says, his voice thick and coarse. He doesnt talk much but i bet that when he does, people listen. "We are here for you, actually" The small one says, his voice somehow both high and low pitched at the same time, "Im Matty, Matty Healy." He states and extends his hand for me to shake. "I know.. heh" I answer back shyly and shake his hand. He gives me a smile. "Your mother contacted us and said you guys were running low on money and that she needed to get rid of you asap" Adam continues, his voice more deeper than i expected based on how thin and zesty he looks. "Why would you pick me?" i asked, geniuenly wondering. "well," George says, his voice cold and mysterious, "it is quite a long story, according to our research, you are...." he stops abruptly. "i am what? Come on you cant just stop in the middle of that" i shout. "My sister." He states and looks to the side as if he is trying to hide his face. "Oh." i say, as it is all i manage to get out of me. "Am i seriously directly related to my favourite band?!?!?" I think, but it doesnt take long before my train of thought gets interrupted by George again. "My paren-" He stops. "Our parents, they couldnt afford to have another kid after they had me." He starts explaining. "Mom didnt have another option than to give birth to you, then give you away.. So thats exactly what she did." He sighs. "So, my- my- my mother is-is-is not my- my- my actual mom?" I say and my voice come out sounding more sad than how im actually feeling. "No, honey" My mom says. "Dont you "Honey" me, you have never been nice to me in my life. Now suddenly youre all nice and loving. Youre so fake" I say. My mom stands up, and raises her hand as if shes going to slap me. I close my eyes and prepare for the slap. Sure, ive been slapped by her before, but never infront of guests. Especially infront of actually important people. I brace myself for the slap, but the slap never came. Instead, i open my eyes and see.... a back? Its a weird pattern of a colorful floral thin button up shirt. (See picture for exact pattern hehe see what i did there lol)

"You will not touch our property." a voice said, that i later realised to be Matty. (writers note: that single line took me ten minutes to write because its so cringe i physically couldnt bring myself to write it) "Oh- so sorry." said my mother. I gave her a snyde look that i just knew annoyed her so much. Matty turned around, "Are you okay love?" He said. "Oh- oh um yeah its alright." I said and giggled. "Shall we go?" Ross suggested and slowly, all of them got up from the couch. "Wait," i said, worryingly "I havent even packed my stuff yet. i didnt know i would be getting out of here permanently." I say, pleading for some time to pack. "Okay go on," Matty said, "We need to have a chat with your mother." I nod. As im going up to my room, i hear Matty and George talking to my mom about how shes never gonna be able to contact me again and how no matter how badly she needs money she should never try to contact me or any of them for any reason. I went up to my room and started packing. "All those band shirts...." I thought. There was no way i would fit all of them in my duffel bag. I just took my all-time favourites. The 1975, Halsey (ironic i know), Arctic monkeys, Marina and the diamonds, taylor swift, the strokes, G-easy, and finally, The Neighbourhood. I grabbed my big pile of skinny jeans and urban outfitters jewellery, a couple of my cds from my collection, and any sort of actually valuable merch i had. I ran down the stairs, i tripped, and started rolling down the stairs, when i felt a pair of arms catch me. "Woah there!" Matty said, and gave me a side smile. (this just took 10 years off my lifespan). I smiled shyly. "Im so clumsy." I complains. "Me too" Says Matty and gives me a wink. I blush. "Shall we go?" Says Ross. "Of course." I reply. "Dont you want to say goodbye to your mother?" He asks. "Shes not my mother, and no, not really." I say and give her a sneaky look and smile. She looked furious. i didnt care. i was way past that now that i discovered that my all time favourite people loved me too, nothing mattered anymore.

And thats how my story with the 1975 started...

Ending thoughts: i swaer to god this thing just took 20 years off my lifespan i have never physically cringed so hard while doing something. Some parts took me like half an hour to finish because i couldnt bring myself to actually write what i had in my mind. but hope i made lots of people cringe. Anyways, lots of love, gooooooodbyeeeee.

[theswarmanthology]

Laurent, 22, North Florida

"I honestly use it as a way to connect with people via music , i love to see what sort of art people make of songs and themes and tour fits , i love reading people break down lyrics incredibly beautifully , i love seeing people’s edits and videos and pictures from shows and i really just love all the genuine creativity and passion that most everyone brings to the community !!! it feels like seeing someone you’ve walked a long road with and we’re finally getting to share this beautiful and incredible experience together despite how hard it’s been and making something we can share and enjoy together !!!! idk im rambling haha i love mcr fans"

Fast Facts: How long have you been a fan?: 9+ years Did you get to see MCR live before this tour?: No, this tour was my first time seeing MCR How many shows on this tour did you attend in total?: 1 Favorite album: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love Show experience out of 10: 10 Did you cry at your show?: I'm still crying right now

Which date of the tour did you attend? 09/18/22, Ameris Bank Amphitheatre, Alpharetta

When did you get your tickets for your show? Was it a struggle, or were they easy to grab? So i originally had tickets to the Midtown Atlanta tickets and they had been completely refunded bc the show was cancelled and i ended up putting my money into rent for the month … i had NO clue they rescheduled until someone told me at work and i bought my tickets the next pay day LITERALLY two days before the show lmao

Did you attend with anyone else? yes , she’s my bestie and my roommate and i got her into my chem earlier this year :D

If you camped out, how was that experience? Was it worth it? i didn’t but i DID drive eight hours there and eight hours back in one day/night !!!!

What did you wear? i wore a cropped my chem shirt with roses that said “on second thought let’s all be friends” and mesh under it with all of my heavy jewelry on and big spiky eyeliner .. i opted out on wearing platforms but i wore my huge combat boots and my slutty concert pants i wear lmao

Where were your seats? we were in a stadium so i was up in the seats but sect 102 and i would say we were decently centered maybe leaning more towards ray’s side

What was your favorite song(s) from the setlist they played at your show? Vampires Will Never Hurt You, Bury Me in Black, Boy Division, Cemetery Drive, and Give ‘Em Hell, Kid UGHGGHHGH

What song were you most hoping to hear? Did you get to hear it? i got to hear most of them!!! i was hoping for Vampire Money and manifesting Demolion Lovers (ik it was a stretch) as well as This Is How I Disappear but !!! overall very very happy , i'm blessed to have at least gotten Vampires and Skylines :’)

What was your favorite moment from the show? i actually have two 1) when Gerard was talking abt how “alpharetta” was a funny name then trailed into an “alpha dog” bit and we started barking 2) THERE WAS THIS CAMERA ANGLE ON GERARD DURING THE “LA LA LA LAA” THAT WAS JUST FUCKING FERAL INSANE

What was the most unexpected moment from the show? it’s gonna sound so basic i think but before they played helena he started hyping up the crowd with these different “woah’s” and we would woah back at him until it eventually went into Helena and it just made me gasp like “:0 :D !”

Did you snag any merch? What pieces? YES my lovely bestie bought 90% of it for me but i got the gay pornstar shirt and the castle shirt , a set of buttons with the decay theme (?) , a swarm tour poster , and the white swarm tapestry :3 we also got some reusable shakers from the bar but they were just clear

Many fans describe seeing MCR live as feeling like coming home. Did you experience anything like that at your show? i wouldn’t say coming home but more of like “oh my fucking god i made it this far , i never thought i would get to live to see this and i’m finally doing it and seeing this band that makes music that has saved me” anyways i cried basically the whole concert BUT seeing all the flashlights and hearing us all scream our lungs raw and chant MCR before they come on …. it’s very unifying and very comforting i would say

If you could change one thing about your show experience, what would it be? there was this 6’4” guy built like a football player directly in front of us who stood the whole show

Has your perspective or opinion about the band changed since seeing them on this tour? If so, in what way? honestly i feel way more passionately about mcr than i have in years .. my show was mid september and it’s been a month now and i can like ONLY listen to them , i still think of my concert when i hear songs from the set list … if anything i saw that the guys were genuinely doing something they enjoy in a comfortable way again (?) where they can have fun and be silly and express themselves and that just makes me so happy for them , i hope they had a really fun time bc i know they made sure we did :)

What advice would you give to people seeing My Chemical Romance in the future? idk if it’s relevant but the venue i went to ONLY accepted card which was something i’ve never experienced at a venue before lmao ? anyways buy your tickets a little earlier in advance than me maybe

Thanks, Laurent! His Tumblr handle is @vmpirefkcr.

[roseamonglilies]

Love and Legacy : Part II

Viktor x Lab Assistant!Reader ▪︎ Part II of V

Part I ▪︎ Part III ▪︎ Part IV ▪︎ Part V

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: Some sexual content, sexual tension, im blue-balling you bitches, Viktor is still adorable no matter what, maybe angst (?) (idk it depends on how edgy you’re feeling)

A/N: It’s a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I wanted to get this out as soon as I could. I didn’t proof this either, so its possible there are chunks missing. Also should I keep the borders? I kinda like it.

An hour passed before you finally entered the lab. Jayce greeting you with his usual good morning wearing the same stellar smile of his you’d grown used to seeing. When your work with him had first started, you could have sworn you’d eventually go blind just by how white Jayce’s teeth were. You mumbled a reply, trying your best to reflect the same amount of joy, but your attention instantly drifted to Viktor once you noticed he was present too, tinkering on some small contraption. The hand in your pocket tightened. The piece it held, his tie, wound tightly around your fingers. The fabric felt like silk under your fingers. 

He turned to meet, slipping a pair of blue-lensed goggles off his face. Circled indentions had already formed around his eyes as Viktor scanned you. Had you not been so preoccupied with acting ignorant in front of Jayce, you were sure his stare alone would have stopped you in your tracks. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, causing his collar to flare out distractingly. You could see his collarbone through the opening in his shirt, and the skin below it from a distance. One could only imagine what you could see up close. Despite the reddened indentions, his eyes had lightened drastically; they seemed so much sharper, piercing yours with a solidity that rocked you. 

They shifted downwards, thinking about something you couldn’t guess. His eyes flickered back up to you for a fraction more before turning back to his work, wordlessly. He hadn’t even smiled or bothered greeting you. 

A series of heavy clangs broke your line of thought, snapping you back to the present, and you had to remind yourself that you had your own work to do. There was a crick in your neck from the loveseat’s armrest. A pulsating pain that would likely worsen as the day went on. 

Jayce had gone off on his own tangent, testing the atlas gauntlet of which he was so proud. Meaning Viktor was left to work on his own. For a good few moments, you watched him; he was adjusting the complex wiring of his hex claw. Apparently the early trials deemed the laser to be a bit too trigger happy, and he’d been trying to find a way to control its activation. There had been times, admittedly, when he or whoever wore the control-glove had almost lost a finger due to it’s jankiness. He seemed fixed on the machinery on the table in front of him, his lips were pursed thin, as he combed through the wires, occasionally refitting one to another point and then observing how the claw reacted. 

Time crept on steadily, and despite the events of last night and this morning, you managed to keep yourself busy without distraction. Though it was oddly quiet since you did little to join in on any odd conversation between the two men. It was almost easy to drift into a world of your own, in which the only existent things were you and your duties. Especially since you were simply do a re-run of everything you’d done yesterday, it all seemed go blend smoothly between thought and action. 

The experiment was fairly simple: you were to take a small sample of a plant that had come in contact with the hexcore, mix it in a solution of chemicals, and record any abnormalities or change in nature. As of now, nothing had occurred. You were growing nervous that the week you’d dedicated to this task was becoming a waste, but you continued. If not for the sake of finishing the data, at least in the hope that you might be proved wrong. But, as of now, every single specimen you’d tested had no change from the other, and it was clearly beginning to frustrate you.

Hours passed before the peaceful silence was broken. 

“Having trouble thinking?”

His voice drifted into your ear in a whisper, softer than an ocean breeze. Apparently you’d zoned out for quite some time whilst watching the vials slowly change from a vibrant green to a mix of blues and browns. One in particular shone a pearly shade of  yellow. 

You could smell how close he was before you looked. Coffee and brown sugar, more fresh than the blanket from this morning, stronger, as his scent overwhelmed your senses; he must have just had a fresh cup. A part of you wondered if he liked it sweet or strong, but just entertaining the idea sent a wave of other thoughts through you. 

You turned in your seat. 

Viktor was inches, less than inches from your face. His breath fanned your face, and you felt the same coolness wash over your as you had this morning. It seemed to fan the flame that was spreading across your cheeks.

Wide-eyed you returned his gaze, biting your tongue when you realized what he was staring at. There were specks of dandelion in his otherwise brilliant gold irises. The hue reminded you of the short hour just before sunset, of a cloudless sky stained with the sun’s radiance that filled you with a sense of warmth unlike any other. As you found yourself drowning in their brilliance, you, for a moment, felt like Icarus, foolishly flying into the sun, fixated, unable to turn away. And like Icarus, it would only take a little more heat to make you fall too close, too much. 

You had to fight to keep your knees from buckling when they moved from your lips to meet your eyes. They were calm, concentrated, analyzing the emotions you couldn’t hope to hide.

Your thoughts then crossed to Jayce, and you realized just how stale the room had been for the last 20 minutes without his constant talking. He must have left to get some food; the sun was almost set after all. You likely had as much time before his return. Before he would question the odd display. 

“I must admit, I’ve had other things on my mind as well...” His eyes once again shifted, to an indeterminate spot on your check, frowning when doing so. A small exhale left his mouth, and he tilted his head ever-so-slightly in amusement. “Did you know you have ink on your face?”

“A-ah, no, I...” Your words caught in your throat when you felt his fingers brush against your neck, palm moving to cup your jaw. Gently, he lifted your face up to a better angle, ever closer to his own. Regardless of how delicately his hand felt to your face, the action didn’t cease to cause a shiver that spread from your back up to your neck. You sat in the uncomfortable chair, dumbfounded, unsure of how to process what was happening as he brought his other hand to his lips, slowly dragging his thumb across his tongue. He made an effort to be tender as he wiped away the ink, thumb lingering on your cheekbone when he seemed satisfied. He studied your face a moment longer, before finally giving you much needed space. The departure of his hands left a chill down your neck. You had to remind yourself to breath, though a part of you already missed his touch. 

“I was worried that I may have overstepped some boundaries last night, I’ve been... trying to find a way to apologize to you.” He shifted to his right leg, holding onto his cane tightly. His knuckles clutching the crutch were white, trembling, though it hard hard to tell with how tense his entire body was.

“Why?” The question left your lips before you’d thought to ask. He seemed to stall with his answer, yet you wanted to... no, you needed to know. 

“I feel... that I may have... taken advantage of the situation we were in last night. It was unprofessional of me, to put you in a situation where you had such little choice-” Your hand found his cheek, and suddenly, his words fell apart. Silently you leaned in, staring right through him. He stared back through a confused frown, eyes somewhat unsure as they searched yours.

“Did it make you uncomfortable?” His frown deepened, and you let your hands fall to his jawline to let him speak. Inches, again. Inches close, closing into less. He stole a glance downward when he noticed you bite your lip. 

“What?” The question came out hoarse and airy. The sound was almost that of fear, though his eyes told you different.

He struggled with his words. It was kinda cute, the way he grappled with describing what was on his mind. You saw an opportunity in his hesitance.  

“Were you uncomfortable last night?” You heart was beating through your chest, heat rising to your checks. If it were going any harder, you were sure the two of you could have heard it in the quiet room. In fact, it was lethally silent, you hadn’t even noticed until now; the loudest thing present was the sound of breathing: one was heavy, the other, uneven. You couldn’t tell whose was whose at this point, all your attention was on him. It was as though all of time and the space that surrounded you was waiting for his answer. “You left before I could ask.”

“N-no, I slept quite well, actually.” He stuttered. You swore you could feel an increase in warmth from the hand that still rested on his face. A shade of pink covered his cheeks. It was then that you realized he was the one with uneven breath; he was the one with irrational thoughts racing through his head. A level of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “But I wasn’t sure if I- well…”

“Then don’t apologize.”

“Miss (Y/n), I feel I must-“

You were about to do something that would change everything, whether that be regret or relief, there was only one way to find out. Months, you’d waited, waited for something to put you two together, and this was it. 

“Viktor, do you think I would have invited you inside if I didn’t want you there?” The question made his words fall apart, or, perhaps, it was the way you said his name, the way it slipped off your tongue, as though reciting poetry. His eyes widened, the blush deepened. He processed the question, repeating it in his head, until a certain light of understanding washed over his face. The uncertainty had all but vanished. “You wanna know something?“

“I do.” 

You raised your head, and as your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, you could tell just how much he was shaking. 

“If you hadn’t needed the sleep so bad, I would have joined you.“ 

There was an inhale from Viktor as he moved on your words. It took less time for him to step forward, acting on nothing but compulsion and desire, cup both sides of your face, and pull you towards him. 

It was a shock at first, being kissed by Viktor. Something you’d only thought possible in dreams. Something you’d only since imagined during late nights, alone in your bed, wondering if he did the same on such nights. 

You once wondered how he liked his coffee: Viktor liked it sweet. You could taste the sugar on his tongue as it brushed against yours. 

You stood, taking it all in, the feeling, the emotions, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. 

Your lips connected roughly, eyes shut, both reflecting a hunger that could only be satiated by each other’s embrace. Your hand found its way tangling through his messy hair; it was softer than you imagined. His hands found their way lining down to your waist. 

You’d wanted to do this since the day you met Viktor. But, until recently, you thought your relationship would never go beyond that of colleagues. Viktor’s lack of expression was always assumed to be a clear message that he had no interest in romance, but now you understood why it took him so long.  Why he seemed so hesitant to your acts of consideration. But now, held against him, you felt nothing but a reflection of validation. You kissed each other with impartial affection. His arms snaked down, further, inch by inch, until they were hooked around your upper thighs. 

Wordlessly, he lifted you onto the work table, and you gasped his name against his lips as he pressed his entirety against you, resting snugly between your thighs. It was as if he barely thought about it. How long had he been waiting to do that? 

Viktor leaned forward, breaking the kiss and resting his head against your shoulder to catch his breath. His breath pooled down your neck, causing a ripple of goosebumps to form along your skin. Viktor brought a hand to your lower back, slowly pulling you against his waist, trying to minimize any space left. He let out a groan when you wrapped your legs around him in response. A slew of curses left his mouth.

“You’ll be my undoing, Miss (Y/n)…” He hissed in your ear after finally breaking the kiss. The remark made your blush darken tenfold. To imagine Viktor saying something like that, god, it drove you over the edge. He lifted his head, studying your face the same way he did his notes, like he was trying to decipher the meaning, or find what may lie between the lines. They trailed down, memorizing each curve and indention of your body, until they finally rested on the buttons of your shirt. Your chest heaved as he began to fumble with them, hands trembling with what you imagined was a mix of adrenaline and impatience. 

However, before he could even reach the third button, something flashed in his eyes, panic, and, without warning, he pulled away completely, making you and the pressure between your legs frustrated. He eyed the door to the lab. You were about to question just what he was doing until you heard it: footsteps, padding towards you. It would seem Jayce’s arrival meant an end to this encounter. Viktor sighed, and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to brush out the cowlicks you had given him.

“I think it’s best that we leave this for now, unless we want Jayce to see this.” He paused, rolling up his sleeves, eyes shifting from the door back to you. You nearly fell on your ass in an attempt to sit in in your chair, shamefully distracted by his exposed forearms. Clearly, you were more flustered by Viktor’s actions than you’d first thought. He, on the other hand, had somehow managed to portray himself in a manner as if nothing had happened. As you re-buttoned your shirt, his hand caught your chin, pulling your head up to meet his. “Promise me we will continue this conversation another time.”

“I promise.” You nodded, and he returned the nod, a silent promise between you and him. Before he could step away, however, your hand caught his. “Wait- you left something in my room.”

Digging in your pocket, you pulled out the red tie, and handed it to him. His eyes flashed from the the tie to you, but he didn’t get the chance to say anything. With the sound of the door opening, he left you to fix yourself. Jayce sauntered in, an armful of food piled in his arms, nonethewiser of what had just occurred. 

“Oh hey, you found your tie!”

[nekkodiaries]

cheating on you. | twenty one — it IS simp szn

✏️ : 573 words.

"you really wore the shirt i got you?" sunghoon's face looked very much like the emoji in the last text he sent. you could feel a smile growing on your lips but you pursed it instead.

"mm. they were too pretty not to wear. how were you able to buy them anyway?"

"hey! that's a little hurtful. i bought them with my own money and my own savings." sunghoon huffed before turning to you and immediately grabbing the bag you were holding, gasping dramatically as he hauled the strap over his own shoulder.

"you always carry around these heavy bags when you film? damn. no wonder you haven't gotten any taller."

you just squinted at him and he knew that was his signal to shut up so when you started walking to your filming venue, he followed straight behind you much like a puppy following its owner.

thankfully, filming was very quick and easy. maybe it was because you still felt some kind of comfort around sunghoon. you were even a little scared he'd find you cringe-y but he was actually very supportive and would gesture you to go on everytime you stammered.

sunghoon wasn't gonna lie— it was tiring to be your cameraman. he doesn't know how your friend did it but he couldn't be more proud to see you be so good at your craft. sitting at the cafe now, you were busy babbling about how you could've done better in some of your shots, how your voice sounded, how it was annoying that you'd get distracted every now and then.

but all sunghoon could focus on is you.

your hair was longer now, you grew just a little bit taller, your voice sounded a bit different and he noticed mannerisms that weren't there before. he was glad you were too immersed because he knows he's giving major heart eyes to you now. but how could he not?

it's been a little bit more than two years of him wanting to meet you again and he's savoring every moment he has with you now.

"hello, earth to sunghoon? you still with me?" you laughed as you swirled your drink. "oh. h-hey. yeah, just.. thinking about the dance performance." he lied through his teeth, looking through the glass window while you smiled.

there was still some tension in the air and you knew both of you were aching to ask the important questions but for now, you were happy and so was sunghoon so you just laughed as he updated you about his life.

"oh god, i can't believe it's already 8.." you muttered as you stared at your phone. "are you going somewhere?" sunghoon asked after finishing his watered down coffee. "no.. i just have to work on a lot of things like e-mails and such. god, heeseung's gonna kill me." you whispered under your breath, but he heard it anyway.

him again. sunghoon knew he had no rights over you now, he accepted that. nothing wrong with admitting that it irritated him though.

he was itching to ask you to stay.

heck, he'd offer to answer those emails for you, edit the video for you even though had no fucking idea how to— but he kept quiet and watched as you hurriedly packed your bags and waved him goodbye.

"bye, bub." he whispered sadly and stood up to go home, kicking pebbles on the way back to his own dorm.

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summary: sunghoon was fine, or at least that was what he kept telling himself for the past years. he didn't expect everything to come crashing down after his friend ni-ki fawns to him over lilac, a famous youtuber, and the same girl he ghosted two years ago.

a/n: if the written part is not good,,, i don't have any excuse MANDKAJDSN im shit at writing wbk but i hope you guys like this chapter nonetheless 🥺 (i'm posting this in the middle of the seventeen online concert JAHEKSJEJA)

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[nightowlfandom]

Yuma Mukami- Scream For Me

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SO ANON ASKS

If you’re prompts are still a go can I get a Yuma Mukami from DL and reader with the prompts

37- “Am I making you nervous, Y/N?

17- “We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.”

39- "Just admit you want fuck me…if you behave, I might just let you.”

28- “I’m more than capable of being rough with you babe. You just watch.”

32- “Shh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?”

And the reader is still pretty new to the Mukami mansion, and is Lowkey terrified of Yuma because he’s so big and loud and ANGRY sounding but she also like has a thing for him? She’s also quite smaller than he is because he’s so tall and broad

That’s a lot BUT LET’S FUCKING GO YESSSSS

Babygirl.....it’s on. ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

Leggo!

...

Was hiding really the way to go? Absolutely! You were in a constant state of alert in this place. You had only been here less than two weeks and you were honestly over it already. 

You had gotten lost so many times, you began to wonder if you lived in a maze that changed with every turn. It wouldn’t surprise you to be honest.

Of all the people that could have been forced into this world without choice, it was you. Thanks to your mother and her debts. You could just remember her words.

It’s for our family, honey...

Selling you out to strangers, nice. 

You missed your other friends, you missed Yui (God only knows how much shit she’s going through without you to back her up. Every day you would go over there to make sure she was still alive. There was hell to pay if you saw so much as a scratch on her.)

You had found yourself in a seemingly abandoned bedroom.

“Finally away from those freaks.” you grumbled, sliding down the door. “This is what I’ve been reduced to, hiding.” you griped. You could still hear the commotion, the smashing of glass and the arguing of men over who would get to bite you first. It suddenly got quiet, too quiet. It felt like the air was getting stiff. You felt eyes on you...you were being watched, but by who.

“Someone’s in here.” you concluded.

Before you could scramble to your feet and leave, you were stopped.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, not unless you want to get ambushed.”

Yuma Emerged from a dark corner, toying with a hair tie. You watched in silence as he secured his hair back. He swaggered over to you, gently resting his hand against the door, trapping you between it and himself. “Any reason you’re in my room?”

You were taken aback, he seemed quite calm and reserved unlike the rambunctious and loud asshole you saw before. That wasn’t good. If anything this side of him made you even more afraid.

.”I said what are you doing in my room!” he demanded, slamming his fist on the door. That alone was enough to make you flinch and turned your head away.

“I got lost!” you replied as loudly as you could, not even close to matching his tone. You sounded scared and pathetic...mostly because you were. “Please don’t punish me like RukI!” 

You had looked him in the eye...once. Big mistake.

“Please, like I’d waste my time.” he sneered. “You’re really that frightened of my brothers?”

You shamefully nodded your head, not trusting your voice. 

“Fine, stay as long as you want.” he huffed, stepping away from you.

“Huh?” you found your voice. “Really?!” you sounded a bit too happy.

“Are you that excited to be here with me?” he tilted his head to the side, a strange smile spreading across his face. “Y/N....it’s Y/N, right?” 

“Y-yes?” it came out like a question instead of an actual answer. 

“I figured. Just thought I put a name to the face that watches me so often.” he winked. “Do you like me or something?”

Shit! He knew?

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? " he asked, still smiling devilishly. “It’s adorable.” 

Yuma made you look up at him, slipping his fingers under your chin.

“I think your little crush on me is funny.”

“Funny?” you repeated, feeling shocked. Wow, were you that pathetic? “Good to know.” you grumbled.

“What did you say?” he glowered, glaring down at you.

“I know you think I’m just a weak human...but I have feelings.” you moped, starting to turn around. “I’ll just leave.”

“Are you gonna wait for me to finish?” he snapped, just as your hand hit the doorknob.

Defeated, you lowered your hand and turned back around. 

“I like messing with you, Am I making you nervous Y/N?”

As you stayed silent, he burst out laughing. 

Yuma thought you were adorable, adorable and slightly wimpy. You were much more fun to torment than the other one...whatever her name was. Yuki? Yuna? Jennifer? Who cared?

“Since you have to do what we say, you’re gonna spend the night with me.”

Shit....

...

You crawled onto your side of the bed, as close to the edge as possible. You didn't want to risk anything. You were scared to death. 

“We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.” You saw Yuma yank his shirt over his head, revealing all his glory. “I mean, it could be with me.” he winked. You hadn’t even changed clothes, you were in the same dress you wore that day.

You instantly turned on your other side, not wanting him to see your face. You turned away from him. He was so godly it was wrong. You felt the bed dip down.

It was silent for a few minutes, you had almost relaxed a bit. Keyword: Almost. You felt his fingers creep up your thigh. 

His low breathy laughter caught your attention.

“You’re so cute.” you heard him whisper. “I think I’ll keep you.” his lips ghosted over your ear.

You bit down on your lip to stop from moaning. You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling you. His fingers kept inching and inching closer to that spot between your legs. “ Just admit you want fuck me…if you behave, I might just let you. “

You choked on your own breath as he lashed his tongue around your ear, moaning to add insult to injury. 

Then you did it. You moaned ever so quietly, but he could sure as hell hear it. Yuma slapped a hand over your mouth right before he pushed you on your back. He used his other hand to pry your legs apart. “Look at that, all fucking wet for me....what if I just?” He bought his fingers to his mouth and spit on his fingers. Your eyes widened in anticipation as he bought his hand into the waistband of your panties. You felt his wet fingers slip inside. 

You let out another moan, this time louder. 

“ Shh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?” He shushed you. “Listen to that.” he reveled in the lewd sounds your body made for him. “Listen to that~” he snarled as he thrust his fingers deeper. “Fuck.” he watched you tremble under him. You moaned into his hand, practically drooling. Your insides clenched around his fingers. “You like being defiled by me, don’t you? You’re making a fucking mess, nasty slut.”

You watched through hooded eyes and Yuma finger fucked you. He stared down at his hand doing the deed, mouth again with his tongue hanging out. It was almost like he was receiving pleasure of his own through bullying you in such a lewd way. You were moaning into his hand, completely unaware of your volume. Anyone who could way by would absolutely hear.

Yuma took his hand from your mouth and grabbed your right leg. He tore his fingers from your and lifted your leg up, running his tongue along your calf before burying his fangs into your scorching hot skin. You gasped at the pain. 

“Fuck.” he lapped up your blood. He drove his fangs even deeper into the exact same place. Yuma’s brothers would be pissed off when they learned that they wouldn’t have been the firsts to bite you.

Yuma stared down at you, looking absolutely feral. Blood smeared across his cheek. He smiled evilly.

“W-what are you gonna do to me?” you dumbly asked. “You’re not gonna be rough are you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m gonna be more than rough, human.  I’m more than capable of being rough with you babe. You just watch. I’m gonna fucking destroy you until you can’t go anywhere without being carried there by me.“ 

[oneprompt]

Yooo your writing is so good!!! If it's alright, may I ask for the monster trio's hcs on almost losing their S/O in a fight with other pirates/marines? (Sorry if its a bit angsty among all these fluff fisbg)

authors note: hii <3 im very glad you’re enjoying it , that means a lot to hear ! and yes , i do love me some good angst .. i hope you enjoy ! <3 + zoro’s takes place during enies lobby , luffy’s takes place during wano and sanji’s takes place in whole cake <3 just . thought it’d be easiest to use pre existing arcs ...!

Zoro ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Zoro finished his fight as quick as he could. He knew there was possibly more keys to find... and even if there wasn’t, you all still had to reach Robin. And you.... Zoro was furious at himself. How could he let you linger alone? Not that he thought you were weak, no. You were a force to be reckoned with. But Zoro couldn’t help but worry about which Cp9 agent you were put against, especially considering he struggled within his own fight..

• He’s quick to take his key and run up the crumbling stairs of the Tower of Law. Please be okay. Zoro didn’t look the part but he was so worried, so concerned. Zoro needed you to be safe, he was praying you weren’t put up against any of the big guys...

• And finally, Zoro had found you. The sight was one he had never wanted to witness in his life. He had no clue how to react, truly. Zoro never had a person in his life to call his, no one that made him feel the way you did. So, seeing you doused in blood, the deep slices upon your chest from claws made his blood boil. You had to be alive, right? You weren’t dead. No, you couldn’t be.

• Where was everyone? Where was Chopper? Zoro has no experience with medical supplies, not like that mattered, as he had none. He tried to not stare at you, trying to steady his somewhat shaky breathing. You had been pinned up against that leopard zoan user, hadn’t you? Wasn’t that guy the strongest? Why couldn’t you have been anywhere else?

• The light tears that laced his dark eyes were quick to slip and dissolve as you suddenly touched him. The sudden weight of your hand upon Zoro’s broad shoulder felt heavy, it felt endless in this moment. Were you.. really okay? As soon as he finally looks back at your bloody and disheveled self, he’s greeted with the softest smile he’s ever seen you bear upon your face.

• You want to apologize. Say sorry for failing your battle with Lucci, for worrying Zoro. But Zoro gives you not even a moment to think of what to say, as he pulls you into an almost out of character embrace. It was full of love, of security. Even as the claw marks upon your chest stayed branded on, you cling to Zoro, giving no regards to the scene that was before you both. Zoro was so happy to see you.

Luffy ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Luffy is immediately engulfed by sudden flashes and memories of Marineford. He’s reminded of the soul crushing despair that engulfed his pure heart as Ace died within his arms. And here it was, happening once more. But not with Ace, with you. You were his most prized shipmate, he loved you a lot. No way was this happening... Luffy couldn’t lose someone he loved so dearly, not again.

• He’s squeezing you, nails digging into your flesh. Luffy is pleading, begging at that point. You had to be alive, you’ve survived much worse then this. You two would make it out of here. You and everyone else would beat Kaido and Tobi Roppo, wouldn’t you? You had to! You all made a promise... you promised to be at Jinbe’s banquet with the rest of the Straw Hats, with the other samurai..

• Luffy can’t help but cry. It’s out of character but with the sight of your body bruised and molded in such a painful state, it’s impossible not to. The way you’re making... you look so peaceful, just like Ace. Ace had the same smile on his face before he fell upon Luffy, adjusting every bit of dead weight onto the younger boy.

• He should’ve been there to help. Luffy couldn’t help but blame himself. Where was he during your grand fight? You must’ve advanced to King and Queen far too quick... Why couldn’t you have waited? Luffy could’ve been there.. he wanted to help, he could’ve helped. Did you die because of him...?

• Yet, the sudden noise of coughing made his sobbing halter, at least in volume. Luffy looked down at you, your bruised and bloodied face now accompanied with the presence of your hopeful eyes. You were alive..? Luffy’s tears cascaded downward, gently splattering down onto your cold cheeks. He couldn’t believe it..

• Luffy is all over you, crying his entire heart out. But can you blame him? He didn’t want to endure a repeat of what happened with Ace, pacing through another heart wrenching death. Your well being meant everything to Luffy, it truly did. He wanted to become the Pirate King with you on his side, he needed you in order to tap into his full potential. Without you, he could never reach his dreams.

Sanji ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Sanji’s rapid footsteps pattered through the wedding, slamming down onto the cracker tracks that placed themselves throughout the setting. He saw the way you fell to the ground, every inch of you slamming to the candy coated ground as Big Mom had used her devil fruit. You couldn’t be dead... were you truly that afraid of Big Mom? So much so she could suck every bit of life out of you?

• Sanji can’t help but feel completely at fault. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t came here, if he hadn’t treated you all so badly before departing, none of this would’ve happened. If only Sanji wasn’t born, none of you would have to deal with him. It should’ve been him to die, not you. He knew how awful of a man he was, he knew how happier you would be without him on your side.

• It takes him all of his strength to hold in his tears. Crying was for the weak, wasn’t it? Instead, Sanji just stares at you, almost as if he was completely numb and oblivious to the world around him. You’d get up, right? You couldn’t die. No. You couldn’t, he wouldn’t let such a thing happen to you.

• Why did you come here to save him? Why did any of you show up for him? If you all let Sanji be wedded to Pudding, none of this would happen. You and the rest of the present Straw Hats wouldn’t have been put under such dangerous circumstances. Sanji felt at fault. He couldn’t even sell his life away correctly without hurting anyone..

• The sudden embrace around his neck is enough to make Sanji gasp. Was it...an enemy? No. No, it was the best thing it could’ve been. It was you. How had you overcome Big Mom’s devil fruit, you wonder. Sanji doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, not in the slightest. He held you as tight as he could, allowing you to sob into the white suit jacket he wore, your tears seeping into his cotton button up shirt.

• Sanji carries you upward and flees further away from the wedding, all the while giving you reassurance. He feels horrible for what he put through, not just physically. Just suddenly departing, saying he’s wedding another woman, leaving his true beloved behind must’ve been soul crushing for you.. Sanji would never let that happen again, he’d never allow you to feel such a way ever again.

[bowandcurtsey]

hello aine!! i'm the one who requested this, and i just want to tell you that i love it so much and im really glad that i found your blog bcs i was able to read your amazing works <33

so umm nozel's been clouding my mind for a couple of months now and i can't get enough of that grumpy royal, if you don't mind i would like to request again nozel husband with his wife attending their child's recitals and pta meetings

Hello bby! thank you for loving my writing! I'm sorry I got to this so late, but here I am nonetheless! hehe! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Also, where I'm from, we don't have child recitals so I had to go to Mr Google for an answer HAHA so I found out it's pre school concerts. I didn't have them and I don't remember about them.. oh god, I'm getting old aren't I? I vaguely remember my brother acting as a sheep in his preschool concert, we had to find white gloves for him hahahah.

Also I had to google what PTA was LMAO I'm sorry for sounding like a total noob here guys haha!! We call it Meet the Parents sessions or Parent Teacher Meetings HAHA

d/n = daughter's name

Nozel Silva x F! reader

"Honey, don't forget the Parent-Teacher session is tomorrow. Will you be attending?"

"Of course I will," you husband came over to the vanity table where you were brushing your hair, "will you brush mine too?"

You stood up and made him sit as you slowly brushed out his hair. He responded with a happy hum.

-- the next day--

He came to pick you up, he wore a mandarin collar shirt, exposing his beautiful neck. He held your hand as he summoned his mercury eagle towards d/n's school.

Everyone was whispering to each other when they saw Nozel's majestic eagle. Ladies were giving you the eye of jealousy and admiration, some of them were giving your husband the lustful look. But your man paid not a single attention to them.

As he opened the doors to the preschool, he held your waist for you to enter first. Your little silvered hair daughter ran towards both of you at full speed; she seldom had the both of you pick her up together and she was so exhilarated she was grinning from ear to ear.

You carried her in your arms as Nozel pinched her cheeks, "were you a good girl in school today d/n?"

"Yes Dada!" her purple eyes twinkled in delight. She is an absolute daddy's girl.

"We'll see what Mrs Brown has to say about that," you gave your daughter a little nod.

-----

"Mr and Mrs Silva, have a seat," Mrs Brown beckoned towards the chair in front of her.

Your husband made polite nods as Mrs Brown praises your little girl on her well mannered behaviour in school. You could see the pride in his eyes as his lips hold on to a slight curve, not wanting to show too much of his excitement and glee.

"However," the dreaded word still came and reminded Nozel that his daughter was not the perfect child in the world, "we hope that d/n could open up more, she's a little... shy. She doesn't really express her feelings much and I do hope that she does, so people would know what she likes and dont.."

----

Nozel walked out the teacher's room with mixed feelings and although his face remained the usual coolness, you knew your husband well enough and could see it through his eyes.

"d/n, sweetie," you called out to her, "let's go home~"

Nozel glanced at his daughter silently as she marvelled at everything under the mercury eagle. The lights, the lake, the stars all seemed so tiny and could fit in her little hands. She was at the top of the world, and her father could really almost give her the world in her hands.

The purple orbs looked at his mini, reflecting fondness yet a little anguish.

You shook your head looking at your husband, D/n is only 3 but she already has the head of the Silva family wrapped around her little fingers. You reached out to hold his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"She's doing just fine, honey." you assured him, "In fact, I think she's doing great."

"But," he let out a soft sigh, "I want her to be a little more expressive , I don't want her to be like me..."

"And yet...?" you asked the million dollar questioned you couldn't really wrap your head around.

"And yet I can't bear her growing up so fast. She's going to have friends and then she wouldn't want us anymore."

Your lips curled up so much that you had to press your lips together tightly.

"What?" he started to get a little grumpy that his wife was laughing at his insecurity.

"Oh honey," you let out a little laugh at the end, "we can't be there for her forever. One day, she's going to find her other half too y'know"

You could already see the cringe in your husband's face. The mere thought of it was bad enough for him as he frowned in disapproval.

"Just like I met you, Mr Silva." you looked at him, tenderness in your eyes.

He blinked at you, not knowing what to respond to the sudden proclamation. He breathed a sigh of defeat. It was still his wife that knows him best.

"We'll be there for her for as long as we live," you stroked your little girl's hair, "but she has to have people other than us around her that loves and cares for her too. From there, she's gonna learn and grow too."

"You're right," you husband spoke softly. He gently released your hand and put it around your waist, "Honey.."

"Hmm?"

"Let's have another child?" he looked at you with soft and hopeful eyes, "It could be good for d/n.."

You rolled your eyes as your tried to fight back the growing heat spreading across your face, "you are already at the beck and call of your precious daughter, if we have another one, won't you be really busy then? How about your wife?"

He gave you a peck on your cheeks, "we can have more so they could keep each other company and then I can give all my attention to you, Mrs Silva. But is that what you really want?"

-end-

[domthedevil]

I'm absolutely loving your gentle series, could you maybe do Beel next? 👉👈

Big Beel is already so gentle and this made me weak in the knees. I don’t know what it is about this series but it’s so fun to write. Thank you for sending this in! Also is 3 AM so ignore my horrible errors.

Be Gentle pt 4

Warnings: Beel x AFAB!MC, loss of virginity

The stupid way Asmo and Mammon bickered over who you liked better only made Beel’s stomach rumble. Thinking there were better places to be, Beel crept out of the room and made his way to your room. He remembered you’d brought a special snack from the Human World for him. And he’d be lying if he said the previous conversation didn’t make him want to see you.

Hearing a knock on your door - a single loud thunk, you called for Beel to come in in response. Joyfully he walked in to see you relaxing in bed. He forgot you had been waiting for him to give this gift the him. He apologized softly before sitting behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and the small present you held. Beel’s chin rested on your shoulder as your cheeks grew warm.

“I got a present from home. It’s my favorite.” Kissing his cheek softly you opened the box to show him the treat you had picked out just for him. That little dribble of drool you thought was adorable grazed your cheek. “B-Beel!!”

“S-Sorry!” He clumsily wiped his mouth and your cheek with the sleeve of his jacket. Your laugh assured him that you weren’t actually mad. Shifting to sit in his lap facing him, hands on his shoulders, you kissed his cheek again. Beel noticed hot warm your cheek was against his when you spoke lowly.

“Actually Beel...I was hoping I could ask you something?”

“Of course!” Beel managed to make out in between bites.

“MC...Im really happy.” His red cheeks framed the huge smile across his face. “I want to...be close to you.”

“You’re being too honest.” You nervously laughed. “But...if it’s you Beel, I know you’ll be gentle.”

“Of course.”

His husky voice brushed against Your lips as he kissed you softly. Too softly. But you smiled as he slowly pressed against you harder. Broad arms shed the jacket he normally wore, followed by his shirt. He knew they wouldn’t be missed. Now that they were bare, Beel’s arms wrapped around you tightly.

A small moan slipped through your puffy lips. Beel’s tongue wrestled yours into submission. His kisses were so different from anyone else’s. He knew how to work this muscle to achieve its peak performance. He groaned in response before further exploring your mouth. These small noises you made while he kissed you drove him insane. Beel blushed slightly as he thought about coming the other night to the thought of this. Of sharing this experience.

Rubbing his chest, soft but firm under your finger tips, your hips rocked slowly against his. Parting a moment from the intoxicating kiss, you let out a subtle gasp for air. Beel’s big hands travelled to your hips. Holding them still as he used his own hips to rub against you. The rough way he pressed his hardening cock against you made you wet. He was an impressive size. And you worried for a moment what it would feel like.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you MC.” His low soothing voice resounded in your core.

Holding you close, he rolled you both over. A little too eagerly, Beel helped you out of your clothing. Seeing you naked in front of him had that same small trail of drool run down his chin. You felt a little embarrassed, but flattered all the same. Wiping his mouth clean again, he lied onto you so that he could kiss you, and trail down to your sensitive nubs. A shaky moan from your excited voice made his member twitch with need.

“Is this good MC?” Beel needed validation and confirmation.

“You can be...a little rougher.” Your voice was small but laced with lust. Arms on his shoulders, you braces your self as his teeth nibbled around your peaks. Sucking and licking hungrily. “Nngh-! Y-yes...that’s good.”

As your hands tangle in his bright locks, his hands traveled under you. Your hips twitch at the feeling of his rough finger against your clit. Huffing Beel’s name quietly, he moved his finger in tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Making small waves of heat run through you. Beel grew harder the more you said his name. Fuck he was trying so hard to hold back. But this was about you, not just him.

Slipping a finger into your entrance, Beel was met with little resistance, though it felt as if it were two of your own fingers at once. You had already soaked the underwear you’d been wearing earlier,helping him ease into you. His second finger made your voice crack. Though not too thick or long, his fingers were still able to stretch parts of you that you’d never felt before. Beel whispered small encouragements as he worked to stretch you more.

“Does it hurt MC? I’ll stop if it does.”

“N-No. Don’t stop now.”

“You’re doing so well MC. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Moving away a moment, Beel’s face turned a deep red as he watched you watching him. Slowly the buckle on his belt and underwear descended and there you gazed upon his cock for the first time. He was intimidating, but you still bit your bottom lip with desire. The glazed look in your eye made Beel’s heart pound.

Holding your thighs together with his hands, Beel pulled you to the edge of your bed. Holding your legs vertically, he aligned his cock with the space between your thighs and swollen clit.

“Squeeze your thighs MC...I want to show you a little...how it’s going to feel.”

Following his suggestion and squeezing your legs tightly together, Beel thrusted his cock between your legs, tucked right above your dripping sex and slamming the tip of his cock against your clit. You couldn’t stop the moans leaving you breathless. Gripping at the sheets below you and twisting with pleasure only encouraged Beel to thrust faster and harder.

A deep burning in your core started to become unbearable. Every ridge on his shaft covered itself in your delicious slick. Your sensitive pearl being roughly pressed sent wave after wave of ecstasy over you. Soon it crashed against your shores. Walls clenching around nothing, your first orgasm had your hips twitching. Beel had to stop himself from drooling again as he admired your lewd expression. His hips had stopped once he realized your moans were growing sexier and sexier.

“M-more. Beel I want more...” you managed to puff and pant out as you spread your legs.

“I love you MC.” He held your hands in his large and rough ones. Rubbing his slick covered dick in short thrusts and pressing the tip of his cock inside you, your relaxed walls and wet pussy wanted to suck him inside. However he was going to move slow. Easing himself in, Beel groaned as it passed inside of you for the first time. You hissed loudly, holding back the cry you wanted to let out. A few small tears fell as your breathing regulated. A sharp pain had scared you a moment, but it had faded to a dull ache.

“Beel...I love you.” Your shaky voice rang out as he continued to sink himself into your warmth. “It feels so strange but...it feels so good too.”

“Do you want me to move?”

You nodded as your arms wrapped around his neck. Placing a soft kiss to your cheek, he lifted his hips in slow thrusts. Letting the feeling of his dick pulling in and out of you linger each time he moved. Licking soothingly on your neck he moved as evenly as possible.

“Is that good?”

“Mmn...m-more Beel.”

His grin and the glimmer in his amethyst eyes made you fall even more in love with him. As his hips sped up he began to press against a very sensitive spot. With how much he was stretching you it felt like every thrust built the heat in your core.

“Y-yes.”

He loved how vocal you were. Hearing how much you liked it encouraged him. Gave him freedom to indulge as well. Knowing he was the first to see this side of you made him blush furiously. This sight was just for him. Straightening his back, Beel looked down at you as he bounced you up and down his cock. Seeing the full picture made his orgasm quicken. And soon your name fell from his lips like a spell he had to remember for class.

“Beel I’m close again. It’s so tight and hot. W-what do I do?” There was a slight panic in your tone.

“Shhh...hold on to me.”

Wrapping his arms around your torso again, Beel buried his face into your neck. Your hasty moans and whimpers made him drool uncontrollably. This time there was no stopping it. But you were too focused on the burning coil about to spring inside you.

“Coming...” Beel could barely make out your whine. But he knew he had heard you clearly when your walls flexed and pulsed and squeezed around him. A deep guttural sound echoed in your room as Beel unexpectedly felt himself come inside you. You begged him to still a moment as your whole body twitched and adjusted back to gravity. Your orgasm had run so deep your toes were numb.

“MC. Are you...?” Beel’s voice trailed off as he finished cleaning you and himself up. Still nude, he rested on the bed beside you. Locking eyes with yours.

“I’m great Beel. That was so amazing.” You bit your lip again, looking at him with bedroom eyes. “Can we...do it again?”

Letting out a hearty chuckle, Beel lifted you so that you straddled his waist above him.

“Anything for you MC.”

“You’re drooling Beel...”

This is a continuation of a request. Read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)