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ourautumn86 · 6 months

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i want to hear you scream

tsunderes abby and ellie! x fem! reader

synopsis; strange and gory murders have been going on in your town. it’s one night alone at your home that you discover the reason behind this slashers, and the identity of those behind the mask.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, murders of characters, description of stabbing and gore, slashers, knives, blood, death of fictional characters, chasing, fear, kissing, making out sessions, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, prey kink (?), use of y/n (i’m sorry but it was needed) but mostly of nicknames like doll, princess and baby, threats, knife kink (?), dom! abby and ellie x sub! reader, nipple and boob play, fingering, face riding, oral sex (r and abby receiving), strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, sick obsession, abby and ellie are tsunderes for reader, abby and ellie make out (😍), degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating, ellie and abby use reader like a toy…

a/n; i’ve spent three days on this. it’s been hard and i hope all of you really like this halloween special. have lots of fun and be safe this halloween! love you! also special thanks to @atomicami and @abbyscherry for cheering me up so much ily!!!🩷

“this is so horrible…” you told your best friend dina as you watched the news. harry, a guy from your high school had been murdered. he was the fourth victim in the hands of this terrible murderer called ghost face. your high school had cancelled its classes in hope to make its students safer, to no avail and luck it seemed, since every morning a new body appeared.

“shit! he gutted him up!” dina yelled, eyes widened as she stared at the screen, now showing harry with his abdomen open, intestines hanging and in full display. you looked away, incapable to look.

“why a he? it could be a girl.” you said, and dina looked at you.

“could you gut a guy up? are you the killer?!” she jumped and you shook your head.

“i slept with you last night!”

“maybe you snuck out and killed harry!” you frowned.

“why would i do that?”

“for how he treated you last year, remember? when you turned him down and then went bragging about having fucked you and saying ‘how much of a slut you were’.” she explained. “it seems reasonable to me.”

“you’re right… and you’re next!” you screamed as you jumped on her, making her laugh as you tickled her.

“okay, okay! i surrender!” she struggled in between chuckles and you pulled away, letting her breath.

that was when your phone pinged with a new notification. you sighed when you saw who it was coming from.

“who’s that?” dina inquired, peeking from your side to get a glimpse of the screen. “ugh. liam? again?! he is fucking obsessed.”

“i know. i don’t know why he keeps trying. i already told him i don’t go for boys but he won’t stop.” you rolled your eyes, leaving your phone aside. “by the way, didn’t you have to go meet up with jesse?” you remembered, to what your friend gasped.

“oh my god i’m so late!!!” she jumped out of the couch, putting on her shoes. “when are your parents getting home?” she asked.

“not for another couple of days.”

“wait. should i stay with you? i’m not sure you should be left alone… do you want me to stay?” you shook your head.

“no! no! i’ll be alright. i promise.” she didn’t move, to why you got up and pushed her slightly so she’d start moving towards the door. “go! jesse is waiting for you.”

she groaned. “okay! but promise me you’ll stay safe!” she said and you nodded, opening the door for her, your fuzzy socks against the hardwood floor.

“i promise. you too please.” she nodded, and gave you a tight hug.

“lock the doors!” she yelled as she made her way back to her car.

“don’t trust the love interest!” you yelled back and she funnily looked at you, rolling her eyes.

you waved at her goodbye and watched her drive away before closing your front door and locking it. you cheeked every door and window of your house, making sure they were closed.

you went back to the salon, getting snacks on the way to scroll through the different options of movies you had to spend your time with. you went ahead and picked one horror one, it was october after all.

you were mid-film when your phone lighted up with another notification from liam.

you rolled your eyes, taking a peek at the later and most recent messages he had sent you.

you frowned.

“what?” you muttered to yourself. was this a joke? was he playing with you?

next thing you knew your phone was ringing, liam’s name on your screen. you picked it up, an unknown voice coming through the phone. it was not liam.

“hello, y/n.”

“who’s this? where’s liam?” you heard a chuckle.

“asking about a man while talking to me? now you might make me jealous…” “liam can’t come to the phone right now. he’s… indisposed.” you looked out your windows, you could feel someone watching you. it was making your skin crawl. “what are you looking for, hm?”

“i’m gonna call the police.” you nervously said, and heard a laughter.

“ending our little play date so soon? we haven’t even played yet. do you want to play a game, y/n?” you were growing paler by the minute, your skin shining in a cold sweat.

you quickly hung up the phone, calling dina instead.

“come on, come on…” you muttered as it rang. “pick up, pick up!” you sighed when she finally did. “oh thank god, dina! there’s something wrong! i think there’s someone…” but all your words died on your throat when that same voice came though the line.

“did i tell you you could hang up on me?” this time it was rougher. your phone received a video, in which you could see dina and jesse laughing and eating popcorn. “dina seems pretty happy tonight, hanging with her little boyfriend. she really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone…”

“what do you want?” you sacredly asked, throat dry.

“i told you, i want to play a game. horror movie trivia, three rounds. you call the cops, she and her boyfriend die. you get a question wrong, they die. i can be in that room in 15 seconds. you want a warm up question?” you were sobbing by the time.

“i don’t know much about horror movies!” you pleaded, hearing a chuckle.

“poor thing…” “in the fist stab movies, what woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?” the killer completely ignored you, starting the game.

you though for a moment before the answer came up to your mind. “it’s sidney prescott!” you sniffled, quickly talking. “it’s sidney prescott and she lived on elm.”

“correct!” the voice cheered. “you see? you’re gonna do great at this! okay, question one—“

you frowned, quickly cutting them up.

“no, no, no, no… i got that one right. it should count.”

“that was your warm up question, sweet thing, anyone could have gotten that one right, it’s easy. sidney’s in every movie but the last one.” “question one. who wrote the book the shining?” the killer inquired and you quickly answered. you knew that one.

“stephen king!”

“correct. dina and jesse might live to see the sunrise.” “question two. how many people died at the hand of jason in the first friday the 13th movie?” your eyes widened.

“um… um…” shitshitshit.

“times ticking…”

you quickly left the call and entered google, searching the answer. once you came up with it with shaky hands, you answered.

“none.”

“correct! you seemed to pull that one off. let’s move to the last question…” “what is the number one rule on randy’s list for surviving a horror movie in scream?”

your face fell. “i…”

you didn’t know.

you were trying to find the answer but nothing was coming up. why was there nothing coming up?!

“no answer?” you swallowed your tears as you walked to the kitchen, taking a knife. you were getting ready for what’s coming.

“fuck you.” you spat, and heard a chuckle once again.

“close… but wrong. now, you might be able to answer to this one… am i inside the house or out?” your blood ran cold. suddenly, you heard a creek of the floor wood, and when you turned around, there it was, black eyes and white face staring at you in a scream.

you shrieked, and ran, hearing quick footsteps behind you. you ran was quickly as you could towards the entry door, which stood open, handle jammed, but before you could reach a couple of arms were engulfing you in a tight grip, and your knife was clattering on the floor.

you screamed, trying to fight off the masked killer, punching and kicking them as hard as you could, to no avail. they were too strong.

“shh, shh, that’s harsh baby. treating me so badly when the only thing i’ve done is treat you so right…” the modulated voice whispered on your ear, pulling you with them to your living room. “i even brought you a present!” the killer said, and in a blink the lights to your garden were on, showing who seemed to be liam tied to a chair, eyes widening in terror when he saw you, trying to free himself from the restraints, and scream thought the tape shutting his mouth.

but what really made your heart jump was the other ghost face standing beside him, who crooked their head to the side. “what’s the matter, y/n? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there are…, two?” you inquired to yourself in disbelief, in fear. this made a lot of sense to why they couldn’t find the culprit to all these murders.

“oh, sweetheart, there’re always two.” the ghostface holding you muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “what do you have to say about your present, hm? isn’t it pretty?” your eyes drifted back to liam, who was already staring at you with a terrified look in his eyes. he looked beat up, nose broken and one of his eyes puffy and turning purple.

you felt your eyes pricking with tears at the thought that you could be next. “what do you want?” you wobbly inquired.

“you don’t like it? we did it just for you. we know how much he’s been nagging you. poor brain dead boy can’t take a hint.” liam grunted when the ghostface beside him gave him a smack in the head.

“we also found out something you’d like to see…” the ghostface behind you said, pressing the knife against your throat just a little tighter so you wouldn’t move as they freed you from one of their arms, their gloved hand dipping inside the pockets of their dark cloak and pulling out a hand of pictures. “why don’t you take a look?” your eyes drifted to the pictures they were handing you. they were all of you. in high school, at your home, sleeping, with your friends…

“what… what is this?” your fear coated voice asked, and the other ghost face chuckled.

“why don’t you ask, liam? caught him rubbing one out to them. seems like he likes you a little bit too much.” your eyes widened in horror. he had been stalking you?

“that’s a little bit serial killer of you, liam…” the ghostface behind you sarcastically said, clicking their tongue.

“liam…?” you called for him, and the other ghostface pulled the tape off of his mouth.

“i… i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it!” you felt sick to your stomach, the urge to puke deep in your throat. he stopped talking as the ghostface punched him in the face.

“fucking disgusting…” liam grunted when they took him by the hair, a knife on his throat. “you make me want to gut you up, like all those other pigs and bitches before you. they had it fucking coming by trying to hurt her, fuck her.” your heart seemed to stop, your eyes widened.

“wait…” you looked as pale as a ghost, blood frozen in your veins. “you did all of this… killed all of them… for me?” you suddenly stopped feeling those warm arms around you, letting you free. you were in shock, stuck in place.

“you seem surprised.” the ghostface beside you cocked their head, waving their knife. “what? couldn’t expect someone would kill for you? oh baby, we would do anything for you.” they walked away from you and towards the other ghostface. “sarah martins. bullied you all the way through your first years of high school. she made you so unhappy… we couldn’t let her get away with it.” they said. “bitch died like a fucking pussy, calling for her mommy.” they snickered.

“cole brown.” the other ghostface, who now you could see was much broader and taller than the one that had been holding you spoke. “really thought making fun of you at prom was ‘cool’. cool was the way his face caved in when i dug my fucking axe into his brains.”

“sarah smith. that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut, speaking badly of you to everyone. i made her eat shit, and then, her own puke before i turned her into a fucking strainer.”

“harry davis. sour motherfucker. couldn’t fuck you so he had to lie about it. gutted him like a fish.”

“and lastly, you…” the taller ghostface took liam’s face with one of their big hands. “what should we do with you?”

“let’s just finish him off already, i’m getting bored.” the other said, lifting their knife.

they had killed them all… for you. because they… loved you?

“who are you?” you inquired, the masks both looking back at you. you could almost feel their smirks.

“look at her. isn’t she cute? we killed 4 people for her and she’s already in deep.” the ghostface laughed. “is that it sweet thing? that’s why you ain’t running? you liked that we hurt these people for you?” you shook your head.

“no, i-“

“i think you do. i think you’re getting off on this. having someone so obsessed with you that they’d kill those that had hurt you.“

“that’s not true!”

“what makes you think you couldn’t be next?” the other asked, stepping closer to you, and you took a step back, their big figure intimidating.

“you love me.” you said, and they sighed.

“that i do. but that doesn’t mean that i couldn’t hurt you.” you took a glimpse at the knife in their hands. “do you want me to hurt you?” your legs shook. you could feel the eyes behind the mask trailing down your body, covered by your skimpy little pijama. “answer me.” the killer ordered, but you could only focus on the dragging of their knife up your stomach, slowly.

“no.”

“liar.” you shivered, gasping when a hand circled your neck.

“what do you want from me…?”

“you know what we want.” you gulped, thighs squeezing against the other. “and you seem to want it too.” you unconsciously bit down on your lip. why was this strangely turning you on? they were killers for god sakes, you should be calling the cops, running as far as you could. but suddenly they were pushing away. “but first… we need to take care of our little friend here.” they went back to liam, who looked terrified.

“please, please let me go, i won’t do it again!” he begged, and the other ghostface groaned.

“ugh. hate it when they start begging.” they said before stabbing him in the stomach, making him yelp in pain. you gasped, hands going up to your mouth as you watched the blood starting to pour down onto the floor of your patio. “don’t you get it?” they inquired, pressing the knife to his temple. “you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“no, please!” another stab, this time coming from the ghostface that had come up to you moments ago.

“should’ve thought it twice before messing with our girl.”

our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl.

you were their girl.

another stab.

and another.

you could just stand there and watch as blood sputtered from liam’s lip, as the life slowly left his eyes and he bled to death. one final slice to the throat was what finally ended his suffering, cascades of blood trailing down his neck and chest as he tried to breath in gurgles. with one last shaky breath, he was gone.

“one more, one less.” one of them said, before the two of them turned towards you, white masks splattered in blood. “now… what should we do with you?” you shivered as they stepped closer, you could feel their intense gaze on you.

“such a pretty little thing… look at her. i’ve waited for this moment for so long…”

they were caging you in between them and the exterior wall of your home like predators would with their prey. they thrived on this, on your terror, on this little sick game of theirs.

you gasped when your back hit the wall, cold surface against your burning skin. then, their hands were on you, and you were in flames. your skin grew in goosebumps.

“so beautiful…” you watched as the taller one took off their bloody gloves, one of their warm strong hands cupping your cheek. “can’t stain such a pretty thing with their filthy blood, right?” “now. why don’t you tell us what you want, hm?”

“your faces. i want to see your faces.” you begged, hands shaking.

“whatever my girl wants.” the other said, before raising their still gloved hands towards their mask, the one touching you did the same, and at the same time they let them fall onto the floor.

all breath left your lungs. they were beautiful. like angels of death that had come knocking down on your door. you were mesmerized. blonde strands with the bluest eyes staring into your soul, along with green ones with auburn hair that would shine like fire under the sun. you were mesmerized.

the freckled girl chuckled, her now naked hands taking your chin. “look at her, like a deer in dead lights. like what you see, baby?” your cheeks flushed. you did. you tried to look away, but there was the tall blonde to stop you, her hand back against your cheek.

“aw, don’t go and get shy on us now. you better answer ellie, princess.”

ellie. the green eyed was called ellie.

“i do.” you said, and their smirks only grew more.

“i bet you do, hm?” ellie hummed, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, caressing it. “you know. i’m so tired due to all the killing and all… treated you so good… i think we deserve a thank you, don’t you think doll?” you nodded. god. her voice was doing things to you.

“thank you.” you breathed out, but she clicked her tongue.

“come on, i think you can do better than that, hm?” she stared at your lips, thumb pulling from your bottom one, and you gulped. you knew what she wanted. you nodded, and she smiled, wetting her own with her tongue as she leant in. you couldn’t help but stare at her lips due to that gesture, slowly closing the distance in between the two of you until her lips were on yours. she groaned, and your whole body shivered. it didn’t take long until her tongue was pushing inside your mouth, and you whimpered, your eyes closed shut as you kissed her back. once she pulled away, there was a string of spit connecting both of your lips. she licked at your bottom lip to get rid of it, making you slightly moan. “good girl.” she praised, and your cunt throbbed. “now, why don’t you thank abby, hm? don’t want her to get jealous.”

abby. ellie and abby. why did their names have to be as pretty as them?

abby bit down on her bottom lip, cunt throbbing at your half lidded eyes, dazed face and swollen reddish lips. she wanted to eat you whole. she didn’t waste time in pulling you by your waist, warm tongue inside your mouth as your hands clasped on her strong broad shoulders. they kissed so good… the kiss quickly escalated. she was hungry. you moaned against her lips as her hands took your ass, squeezing, pulling impossibly closer. “abby…” you sighed when you felt her lips on her neck.

“fuck. sounds even better than i expected.” she muttered, her name sounded heavenly if it came from your lips.

“now i’m the one getting jealous.” ellie said with a a smirk on her lips, obviously enjoying the little show you two where giving her. you pulled from her cloak closer, and her eyes fell as she leant in when you did, searching her lips once again. “oh, yeah?” her eyebrows arched and you nodded, kissing her. this time she wasn’t as soft as the first time, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands dipped in her auburn hair. she hummed. this was heaven. ellie’s lips on your own and abby’s on your neck, sucking bruises that you won’t even bother to cover —it’s not as if they’d let you—. suddenly ellie’s hands were on your boobs, and your back arched, her fingers pinching your nipples. “let’s go to your room, hm?” you nodded, fucked out look on your face, and took one of their hands in between your own to drag them upstairs.

you were on the bed as soon as you were stepping into your room, abby and ellie taking their cloaks of to show their jeans and wife beaters, along with the bulges resting in between their thighs. your mouth watered, and ellie chuckled.

“my eyes are up here, doll.” you blushed.

“needy little thing, you just need a good fuck, don’t you?” abby’s sultry voice went straight to your cunt, and you moaned, nodding. “of course you do, look at you. i bet that little pussy of yours is soaked, isn’t it?” you bit down on your lip, and nodded again. “why don’t you show us, baby?” suddenly, you felt exposed, their gazes on you making you shiver. you slowly took of your shorts, along with your cotton panties, which were now drenched in your slick. your whole body was burning by the time your thighs parted, your cunt on full display for the pair, who groaned at the same time. “open up for me, princess.” she muttered, eyes unable to move away from your soaked folds. you complied, two of your fingers dipping in between them to pull them apart, slick keeping them connected, and show your twitching entrance and puffy little clit.

“fuuuuck.” ellie moaned, one of her hands coming down to her crotch to palm herself, the back of her strap rubbing her own throbbing clit. “good girl.” she praised, and you whimpered, your hole twitching in need.

“please…” you begged.

“what do you want, princess? tell us and we’ll give it to you.” abby said.

“i want you. i want you to fuck me.” that was their breaking point. ‘cause who were they to say no to something they’ve been dreaming about for years. they were on you in a blink. hands all over your body. abby’s fingers dipped in between your folds, ellie’s hands got rid of your shirt, leaving you completely exposed and naked for them, and took a hold of your tits. your back arched, maybe at the tight circles abby was drawing on your clit, maybe at the feeling of ellie’s lips and tongue on your sensitive nipples. a pornographic drawn out moan left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut. “fuck.” you cried out. you’ve never felt like this. you’ve never been this wet.

“so fucking soaked, you’re desperate for it, huh?” abby groaned, and ellie bit down on your nipple. “gonna stuff this pretty pussy up.” you moaned.

“you want abby to fuck you baby? want her to stretch you open on her cock?” ellie taunted you. you nodded, and she smirked. “of course you do… why don’t you get on your hands and knees for us, hm?” your legs were quivering, arms wobbly as you pushed yourself to the position she had asked for, exposing your ass and wet cunt to the hungry eyes of abby, whose hands came down to squeeze your ass cheeks, making you whine. ellie’s thumb caressed your bottom lip, slightly pushing inside your mouth. “open.” she ordered, and your mouth fell ajar for her. “more.” you gagged as she pushed down on your tongue. “thaaat’s it.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a moan ripped your throat when you felt abby’s tongue licking a fat strip up in between your slick folds.

“fuck. tastes so good.” abby groaned, her fingers digging in your ass to push you back against her face.

you were in a daze, spit dribbling down your chin as abby ate you out.

“now. you’re gonna take whatever abby’s gonna give you while i fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, understood?” you nodded, and her thumb left your mouth so her hands would reach her crotch and unzip her jeans. she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just her black strap, which hung low on her hips once she got rid of her pants. you gulped. it was fucking huge. “open up for me, doll.” you complied, moans leaving your throat due to abby’s administrations. she was eating you out like a starved woman, tongue buried in your hole, slurping to every tiny drop you’d give her.

soon enough ellie was sliding down your throat, slowly. “atta girl. nice and deep.” and you tried your best to take it, to not choke and gag. but a harsh deep thrust made you, and ellie couldn’t love it more. “fuck that’s it. choke on my cock, baby.” she groaned. the sight was heavenly.

but you were the one in heaven. abby’s lips were around your clit, sucking, as one of her fingers probed inside your cunt, making you whimper. ellie continued her thrusts down your throat, making spit dribble down your chin towards your breasts. your back was arched in pleasure, your eyes watery. you were so turned on that you knew you wouldn’t last.

abby pushed another finger in, fucking them in and out of you, her thick fingers perfectly hitting your g spot. you were a moaning mess, doe eyes heavy as you stared up at ellie. “fuck. i want to fucking ruin you.” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips snapping harder. you whimpered, your cunt clenching around abby’s fingers. you were gonna cum.

“you’re gonna cum baby? gonna soak my face?” you nodded around ellie’s cock, moaning. “go ahead, let me see this pretty pussy drip for me.” when her lips went back to your clit sucking, you felt it hit you. your walls squeezed around her fingers as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks as abby fucked you through it, walls pulsing and soaking her digits in a creamy white that dripped down your seam. she sucked you clean, licking her fingers as she pushed them inside her mouth once you were done.

your ears picked up on the sound of a flyer opening, and your cunt throbbed. your back arched when you felt the tip of her strap gliding through your puffy folds. you whined.

“can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, fuck.” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna stretch you and mold you to my cock.” you nodded around ellie’s dick, whimpering.

“look at her, she’s begging for it.” she chuckled. “you better give it to her, abby.” she didn’t have to say it twice before she was pushing inside of you, all breath leaving your lungs. she was so fucking big.

“that’s it princess, open up for me. taking my cock so good. pussy so hungry for it…” you moaned, trying to relax so you could fit it all inside. you moaned when she finally thrusted herself inside your warm walls, a squelch filling the room along with abby’s grunt. the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit.

she pulled out just to thrust inside once again, and your back arched.

“good girl. you’re being such a good girl letting us use you like this…” one of ellie’s hands came down onto your head, slim fingers lacing on your hair.

“pussy so good is swallowing me all up. you like my cock baby? like it?” she groaned, snapping harshly her hips against your ass. you screamed, gagging around ellie’s dick.

they were harshly fucking you now, taking everything they could from you. you were gagging and moaning non stop, your mind feeling dizzy due to the lack of air.

every thrust hit your g spot, one of abby’s hands, that had been gripping your hips hardly enough to leave bruises, coming down in between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit. you tried to wiggle your way away from her touch, but her other hand came down onto your ass in a slap. “don’t run away from me.” she ordered and you whimpered. ellie pulled out of your mouth, and since she no longer was grabbing you by your hair, your arms wobbled, letting you fall against the duvet.

“look at you…” she cooed. “used like a fucking toy, hm?” she chuckled. moans spilled from your lips with every one of abby’s thrusts your sore nipples rubbing against the sheets at the strength of the snaps of her hips. “get up. we’re not done with you yet.” she pulled you up by your hair again, abby’s free hand and arm holding you form your stomach to pull you closer against her chest, making her cock slip deeper inside of you. you cried out.

“too much. ‘s too much!” you slurred.

“fuck abby, i can see your cock in her.” ellie moaned, biting down on her lip at the sight of abby’s strap poking through the skin of your stomach in a bulge. ellie’s hand took the place of abby’s against your clit so the blonde could drag you down harder on her dick. she was kissing your fucking cervix.

“i’m so deep in her she can’t even speak.” the other chuckled, groaning and grunting with each snap of her hips against you.

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming.” you cried, fat tears spilling from your watery doe eyes.

“yeah? gonna give us another one, baby?” you nodded, moaning non stop. “of course you are. go ahead, baby. i wanna hear you scream.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your second orgasm of the night hit you. you were drowning on it, screaming, gasping on ellie’s mouth as she hungrily and wetly kissed you. you tried to kiss her back in between cries and moans to no avail, your tongue messily sliding against her own.

“good girl. good. fucking. girl.” abby groaned with each thrust, fucking all your cum out of your cunt.

once you came down from it, you were panting heavily, body completely limp in between abby’s arms.

ellie’s hand surrounded your neck, biting on your bottom lip. “you think you can give me one more, baby? gonna let me fuck you, hm?”

“i can’t cum anymore…” you cried, and she cooed.

“aw… aren’t you cute.” she falsely pouted. “that’s something for me to decide.” you whimpered. oh fuck, why was your clit throbbing again? “here’s what we’re gonna do.” she squeezed your neck, making you gasp. “you’re gonna open your fucking legs for me and take my cock while you eat abby out, hm? i think she deserves a little thank you for fucking you up so good, don’t you think?” you nodded and she smiled. “that’s my girl.” you whined as abby pulled out of you, the emptiness in between your thighs making you shudder and whimper.

“shhhh, don’t worry baby. ellie’s gonna fuck you real good.” she whispered, slightly pushing you so you would lay on your back on the sheets. you watched as she unclasped her strap, showing her blonde mound and shiny lips. your mouth watered. “gonna be good for me and make me cum?” you nodded, and she crept her way up your body until your face stood below and between her thighs. you moaned, shiny eyes glued to her perfect pussy. your hands gripped her strong thighs as you felt ellie’s hands part your own to get in between them.

abby lowered herself on your face, moaning when your tongue came out of your mouth to lick a strip up her clit from her leaking hole. you cried out. fuck. she tasted so good. abby groaned at the way you lapped at her slick, starved. “so fucking needy. you like my pussy baby?” you nodded, humming and moaning against her as you suckled on her clit. one of her hands came down on your hair, gripping it. you pulled away from her when you felt ellie entering you in a harsh and quick thrust, making you scream.

“fuck. she’s so tight…” she grunted. “she’s milking my fucking cock.” she thrusted inside, and you moaned, but abby pulled you back to her cunt.

“come on baby. use that pretty mouth of yours.” she grunted, her hips bucking against your tongue. you flattened it so she could ride your face. “that’s it. stick your tongue out for me. oh fuck.” she moaned.

your mind was fuzzy, your pussy drooling around ellie‘s cock.

your back arched. you were feeling so good. they were fucking you so good.

“my pretty little doll, hm? aren’t you baby?” abby groaned, watching as you sucked on her clit, your moans and whimpers driving her closer to her orgasm. “eating my pussy so good. you love it don’t you? love it that ellie and me are using you to cum like a little toy, huh? of course you do. fuck.” she moaned. your eyes opened, and you almost came at the sight of abby and ellie making out on top of you. the blonde’s head was turned to the side as ellie leaned forwards, hungrily kissing her in between groans and moans. you cried out.

“look at her, she likes it.” ellie chuckled, and abby looked at you, a smirk on her lips.

you moaned, watching as ellie kissed at abby’s neck.

“oh, she loves it.” abby teased you, ellie giving you a specially harsh thrust as her hands grasped at abby’s breasts, her hips slamming against yours, making the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. “she’s fucking soaked.” she chuckled.

“then let’s give her a good show, hm?” ellie muttered against her lips, and abby harshly kissed her, making ellie moan.

you whimpered, watching as they made out on top of you, abby fucking your face. the kiss was hungry and angry, all tongue and teeth as abby pulled at ellie’s hair, making her fuck you harsher and faster. she was approaching her orgasm.

“i’m close.” abby groaned, snapping her hips harder against your mouth.

“me too, fuck. gonna cum so hard.” she gasped, and you moaned. “seems like she’s gonna cum too.” she smirked.

“you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream ellie’s cock?” you nodded, and abby moaned at the feeling of your nose bumping against your clit, pulling at your hair. “shit. go ahead baby, cum for us.” you moaned, your nails digging on her thighs as your own shook, your cunt pulsing as you came. you felt short of air, falling apart. you were fucking squirting. making a mess of the sheets and her cock.

“gonna fill you up. gonna fill this pussy up, fuck!” ellie groaned in between sloppy thrusts, finally cumming against her strap. abby didn’t take long to cream all over your tongue in a moan, thrusting her hips against your mouth to ride it out.

you were crying of overstimulation as they used you to fuck themselves through it.

when they finally stopped you felt boneless, completely spent. abby pulled away from your mouth, hearing a cry at the loss of ellie’s cock as she too pulled out of your drooling cunt. your cum had stained the bed sheets.

“poor thing. she’s completely fucked out.” ellie cooed, caressing your cheek.

“don’t worry baby. we’ll take care of you.” abby said. your vision was starting to blur, the exhaustion taking over your body. “we’ll always take care of you.” she promised. and with that, you passed out, feeling safe in between the arms of death.

a/n; 👻

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myouicieloz · 6 months

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Sweetest dreams

Park Chaeyoung x reader

Synopsis: it’s been long since you’ve had a girls night with your best friend, Rosé. also, it’s been long since you’ve been having many non-friendly dreams regarding the blonde, too. luckily, she knows you and your body too well, and is all willing to help.

Warnings: smut. nsfw. dom!rosé x sub!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: this is a fairly worn out prompt but i’m trying to get back to writing so… i hope it doesn’t suck too much. love you bunnies ^^ xx ps: not proofread! sorry :/ it’s late and i have an exam tmr

Rosé’s tongue was all over your body, making you shiver. She trails sweet kisses over your skin, her mouth lingering lower and lower until she reached the middle of your thighs, making you moan as you grab her hair to pull her face to your needy cunt. Your skin felt on fire, and you needed release so bad…

In a blink, however, you found yourself almost falling off the bed, pajamas sticking to your sweaty skin and heart roaming loudly. You gathered yourself back to a safe place in bed and, taking deep breaths, tried to remind yourself it was just a dream. An excellent, forbidden one.

Once again, you were dreaming of fucking your best friend. Those dreams were beginning to happen frequently, now, no matter how hard you tried to suppress your feelings for her. Rosé was simply everywhere: in advertisements, banners, commercials… She was, indeed, the moment. It was impossible to ignore her presence and effect on your body, even though you tried. Hard.

As you managed to calm yourself down, you took notice of how wet you were. Your panties were sticking to your cunt, and you simply felt the urge to be filled. It was uncomfortable and made you incredibly frustrated, even more since the dream had felt so real… it was almost like Rosé was actually between your thighs, pleasing you until your body went numb.

You could only wish, though.

“Y/n, love, what’s wrong?” You felt the rosé’s arms on your back, tracing soothing circles, as she usually did when you woke up from a nightmare. She knew you were prone to those, often facetiming her in the middle of the night to have her keep you company until you managed to fall asleep.

However, it wasn’t a nightmare this time.

You and Rosé have been best friends since high school, and she was thrilled to welcome you to Korea when you got into Hanyang University, in Seoul. Your friendship only got stronger as she debuted and even now, with her idol life and your work in tech, you’d always find some time to talk to each other and hang out. You were close— she was your closest friend, even though she was frequently physically away for the most, and Rosé would always make some time to have sleepovers with you, whenever she came back to Korea. It was a ritual you’ve grown accustomed to for many years now, and it was extremely relaxing and soothing: to just gossip, eat snacks and watch cringey movies until you fell asleep in her enormous bed, passed out from exhaustion.

That was until you started having those damn dreams about her, months ago.

Sensing that you wouldn’t answer, Rosé scooped herself closer, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Just tell me, dear, and we’ll fix it. Is it another nightmare?”

You shook her head, shutting your eyes to avoid staring at the blonde’s attentive gaze. If Rosé took a single look at you, she’d know you were terribly aroused right away.

Somehow, Rosé always knows everything that happens to you.

Gently grabbing your chin, she inspected every inch of your face.

“Not a nightmare?” You mumbled in response, shaking your head. Her brows furrowed, and she stood on her elbows. “What then, love?”

Her hand was still tracing circles on your back, and God, her touch was driving you crazy. You were absolutely conscious of the wet pool in your panties and couldn’t help but wonder what would it feel like if her long, graceful fingers went a bit further, until they reached your slit and—

“J-just a dream.” the pillow muffled your voice. “Silly dream.”

“It’s not silly, dear. Not if it bothers you. Do you want to tell me what was it about?” Rosé offered, finally stopping to stroke your back. She was awake now, focused on you.

It makes you shiver.

“It’s ok, really.” You gulped, pushing the covers to get off the bed and from the temptation that was having the blonde so close. “I just have to use the restroom real quick.”

Her hands gripped your thighs to stop you from getting up, nails scratching your needy skin. You let out a low grasp, immediately putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. It didn’t matter, now. Of course she heard you moan like a little bitch at her slightest touch. You grabbed her wrists, but didn’t motion to pull her from you, either.

“Y/n, look at me.” Her assertive tone was the same you’ve heard many times, although directed to other people. The one she used when she wanted something done quickly and without much questioning; the one of a leader. Naturally, you did as told, staring hesitantly at her darkened eyes. “Tell me what you’ve just dreamt about.”

You gulped, mumbling a set of incoherent phrases until a squeeze on your thigh made you inhale deeply, trying to gather some courage. “Promise not to laugh? Or to hate me?”

“Never, dearest.” Rosé smiled at you, just as she has done countless times before, which soothes most of your nerves away. “We tell each other everything, right? So tell me.”

Her hands, the ones still brushing your thighs with care, made it difficult to breathe and to speak clearly. You’ve always loved that Rosé was an affectionate person, but that seemed a lot different, now. Her touch was clearly different.

You don’t think you can get any wetter than that; your insides felt so drenched you feared you’d be leaving a wet spot in Rosé’s sheets once you got up. Your skin was on fire and your hands trembled, expecting. You wondered what would Rosé do once you finally confess your dirtiest, sluttiest things you. Would she tell you off? Would she say she only thought of you as a friend, and that you were mixing things up?

Still, for the first time in your life, you decided to risk it.

“I-I,” Your voice faltered, too scared to say anything and fuck up your friendship, but as rosé kissed your hair gently, you continued, “I dreamt you were eating me out. There, I said it. That was it.”

You shut your eyes, feeling your face getting all flustered. She must think you’re such a pervert, now. Why wouldn’t she, with you edging yourself on her bed like a whore?

You didn’t want ruin your friendship, nor did you want Rosé to think of you as one of the many people who only wanted her for her body, her money or her fame.

Again, you motioned to get up, mumbling excuses and adding you were going home immediately, but the smaller girl managed to place herself in front of you, a sneaky smile dancing on her lips.

“Do you want me to?” She licked her lips, staring at your mouth expectantly. you didn’t answer immediately, with your mind still clouded, making her jump in her place. “Eat you out, I mean. Do you?”

You choked on your saliva as you gulped hard, staring at her in disbelief. “If I want you to—“

“Wait. I have a better idea,” Rosé pushed you as she placed herself between your thighs, “Just don’t think so much, Y/n.”

Before you could say anything, the blonde had already taken your panties out, diving into your cunt with hunger. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as she works her way in, your hands flying to her hair to push her even further.

She doesn’t let you breathe or even compose yourself as her hands roam through your body, soon getting rid of your big shirt.

“You taste so good, Y/n-nie.” She murmurs, although it clearly isn’t directed at you. Her gazed is focused on your sex, lazily playing with your clit as she licks and sucks, “Just as I always knew you would. Took you too fucking long.”

“R-rosie…” You mumble, too lost in pleasure to properly tell her what you want her to do with you. Rosé is skilled, and you try your best to ignore the piercing feeling that bruises your heart as you realize she’s obviously had lots of practice. Thankfully, said thoughts are promptly vanished from your brain as the blonde’s fingers open you up, allowing her to slip her tongue inside your entrance in a languid pace. Her movements are messy and her saliva, mixed with your wetness, runs in a thin line through her chin as she moans. The vibrations of her voice echo through your cunt with enough strength to make you cum on the spot, and it takes you much strength to just not give in.

She looks divine, all collected while you’re a shuddering mess, her tongue now making circling movements everywhere as she plays with your sex as much as she wants to. You can feel your abdomen heating up to your orgasm, and part of you hates that she’s so good at this: you don’t want it to end so soon.

“‘M-m close,” You manage to mumble, gripping her hair even tighter to push her into your dripping pussy. To your dismay, she retreats herself quickly, giving your pussy a final, sloppy kiss as she distances herself from between your thighs.

You whine, almost crying to have your pleasure ruined. You stand on your elbows to stare at Rosé, cocking your head to the sides to try to figure her out. Hadn’t you been good? You did tell her about your dreams, just as she asked demandedy you to. Why were you being punished, then?

Laughing at your confusion, Rosé pulls herself up to meet your face, taking you in for a lusty kiss. She liked it messy, it’s not difficult to notice. Your mouths were both red and bruised from the intensity of your actions, with the blonde dominating all corners of your mouth completely, until you too had tasted the saltness of your juices mixed with her intoxicating taste; one you’ve dreamt about for so long.

“I’m not trying to ruin your fun, babe.” She murmurs, tapping your thighs, so you’re positioned on top of her as she lies down, bringing your red, swollen pussy onto her face. Somehow, Rosé always knows what you are thinking.

Her tone is low and sensual as she adds, giving your cunt shallow licks, “I just want you to cum on my face, exactly like this.”

You don’t have much of a choice, even so, as she grips her nails on your thighs and lowers your body to lap her mouth at your cunt once again, somehow even more dense than before. You didn’t mind the pain from her acrylic nails, though— too focused on regaining the familiar feeling that was already building up on your stomach to care about the marks it’d leave, later.

“You’re t-too good. Fuck!” Your eyes roll as you push yourself even further onto Rosé, not minding whether she was breathing or not. Although, from the way she rubs her own thighs and the lewd sounds she makes, you’re fairly able to notice she’s getting her fair amount of fun, too.

“You should’ve heard yourself, Y/n.” Rosé’s giggles are nothing but a mushed sound in your head, since all you were focused was on how sweet her lips tasted when colliding with your skin. Her greedy tongue sucked on your clit, making its way onto all your pussy just to pay attention to your swollen bud once again, circling and changing the amount of pressure she chose to apply. You felt one of her hands grip your breasts, pinching your nipples in a sudden movement that causes your eyes to open, making you focus on the blonde. It was so good, and you could feel your release starting to present itself, rushing down in strong waves that had your body begin to tremble slightly. “Moaning like a bitch for me, even in your dreams. You’re so nasty, you know? Wanting this so bad. Such a fucking whore.”

“R-rosie, please, I’m so fucking close. Let me cum, please, I s-swear I’ll do anything you want if you just let me fucking c—“ You beg, letting out a high-pitched moan as you feel her teeth nibbling the insides of your thighs.

You can feel her smiling under you as she commands. “Do it, my sweet. Let go, then.” And with one final harsh suck on your clit, you come hard, your whole body trembling as Rosé helps you extend your high by giving your pussy long, sloppy licks, collecting all of your cum as she does so.

You sigh, letting your body fall limp besides her. Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you’d wake up covered in bruises in the morning— and Rosé knew how much you thought it was corny to be marked like that.

However, it did make you let out a small giggle, knowing she probably did it on purpose, always finding little ways to defy you.

“God, you’re so pretty like this.” You feel her slim arms circle your waist, pulling you close to herself as she places little kisses on your shoulder and back. “Doesn’t even compare to how I imagined it, so many fucking times. I lost count, you know?Of how many.”

Instinctively, you found yourself leaning further as she finds her way to your neck, brushing your sticky, sweaty hair aside to make sure to leave an even bigger mess on your skin. It was only when you felt her fingers brush your ass and cup your cunt that you whined loudly, turning around to hide your head in the crook of her neck.

“One more, princess?” She asks, pecking your lips as she lifts your chin, eager to have a proper look at your fucked out face. For Rosé, it was the best sight in the world.

“S’ too soon, Rosie. Too much.” You mumble, looking down to where her hands rested. You’ve had a rough week at work, and now that your high has passed, you could feel the weariness reaching deep in your bones. You closed your eyes, hoping to rest for just a few seconds, but whined even more as you felt the weight of her on the bed gone.

“I’ll clean you up, then.” She clarified, smiling once you grabbed her wrists to keep her from going further away from you. You would rather not leave the warmth of her body, nor break the bubble of love and reassurance you were feeling, at the moment. “Just a few seconds, I promise. Then I’ll be right back with you.” Her promise was enough for you to let go of her arm, sighing in defeat.

You searched for one of Rosé’s numerous pillows— all splashed on the ground now. — and tried to make yourself comfortable while you watched her go to her bathroom, making a big effort to keep your eyes opened.

The next thing you felt were warm, delicate hands brushing your thighs with a warm towel. Rosé worked on you with care as she cleaned you, leaning in for another slow kiss as she noticed your attention on her.

“We have to talk about this, Rosie.” You murmured, making it her turn to grunt.

“Sure, we’ll talk.” She assured you, nodding. But as her hands were so warm, and she started massaging your skin just as she knew you liked it, you decided that talking could wait until morning, logically. “Sweet dreams, my sweet girl.”

Before you’ve even had time to acknowledge it, your body had given up to the land of dreams, unlike you intended to, and Rosé gave you a gentle kiss before scooping you up.

#blackpink smut #blackpink x reader #blackpink x you #park chaeyoung #park roseanne #park rosé #roseanne park #rosé smut #park chaeyoung smut #rosé x reader #rosé x yn #rose smut #rose x reader #sol’s works #sol writes

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bonbonchocolates · 5 months

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Mate

Yandere Werewolf Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When you get lost in the forest late at night and your best friend betrays you.

Warnings: yandere tae, non-con touching and kissing, betrayal

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.

Masterlist

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"Aisha"

You whinned.

"Aisha, let's go back."

"No I want to explore this place first."

She continued to walk, God knows where. You kept following her though you didn't want to. You didn't want to get lost in the middle of the forest.

Actually you two were going to meet Aisha's grandmother and elder brother who lived in the country side but unfortunately your car broke down in the middle of the path. It was night time so no one would come to your rescue and there was no signal here.

You decided to stay in the car still morning but Aisha suggested that she will look around to find help. She insisted you to stay inside the car but you couldn't let your best friend in the middle of the forest so you came with her.

You both kept on walking for nearly half an hour but still didn't find any sign of human settlement here. As time passed you felt like someone was watching you. Your gut feelings screamed at you to go back. Time to time you insisted Aisha that you both should return to your car and wait till the morning.

"Y/N let's go back. I don't think anyone lives here."

She suggested.

You understood that she also felt weird. She has been your friend since childhood so you know her pretty well.

You were just waiting for this moment, you immediately turned back and started walking towards that direction.

After a few minutes of walking you saw there was a huge tree in the middle and the path was divided into two. You didn't remember of coming here before.

"Which way to go?"

You asked Aisha. You turned towards her and found her observing the area. Her face was fill with confusion.

"I-I do-don't remember."

She shuttered.

"Wha-"

"Sorry Y/N because of me you are trapped here."

She almost had tears in her eyes. Though you were angry at her but her tears melted your heart. Your best friend is more important to you.

"Don't worry Aisha, we'll find a way out."

You gave a resurring smile at her. She smiled back. Her eyes scanned the surroundings and suddenly her face brightened up.

"Y/N look."

She pointed at a particular direction. You looked at where she had pointed and found a dim light glowing at a distance.

That meant someone lives here.

Your face also brightened at the sight. You and Aisha held each other's hands and ran to the light.

When you finally reached there you saw a small cottage there. It seemed old.

You both quickly ran towards the cottage and knocked the door. You both waited for a few minutes but no one answered the door. Aisha knocked again.

You don't know why but you're getting a bad vibe. A feeling inside you was at you to run away.

"Aisha let's head back to the car. I'm not getting a good vibe here. We can spend the night in the car and call for help the next morning."

You suggested.

"Calm down Y/N, nothing will happen."

She tried to calm you down.

But still you felt like something bad is about to happen tonight. You just wanted to run away from there but you couldn't leave your best friend here alone by herself.

Just then an old lady opened the door. Her eyes first went to Aisha and she gave her a small smile.

Wait-

Why did she smiled at Aisha?

Do they know each other?

You thought.

But then she turned towards you with a confused face?

"What are you two doing here?"

She asked.

"Actually our car broke down and we need shelter for tonight. So-"

The old lady interrupted her.

"You both can come in."

Wha-

How did she let us in so easily? We are strangers to her and who let's strangers in their house in the middle of the night.

Something is terribly wrong here.

What if she is a cannibal or something and let us in so she can eat us?

No, no Y/N. What are you thinking?

You thought.

Aisha held your hand and dragged you inside the cottage.

When you entered inside the house you saw a man sitting there on the couch with his leg widely spread. It looked like he was trying to seduce someone.

"Taehyung"

The old lady called the boy.

So his name is Taehyung.

He lifted his head to look at you. Truth to be said he was hella handsome. You never in your life saw a perfect man like him. You couldn't help yourself from checking him out. He gave a smirk to you when he found you checking him out.

Jerk.

"These two girls right here, their car broke down and they want a shelter for the night. Do you mind if I let them stay here tonight?"

Taehyung's eyes fell on you. He check you out from top to bottom and again smirked.

You were really getting bad vibes from him.

"They can stay here for tonight."

He announced.

The old lady gave us a huge smile.

"Come I'll show you, your room."

You both followed her and she led you to a room in the corner. When you entered the room you found that it was simple yet cosy.

"If you both need something just call me?"

The old lady said.

"Will do grandma."

Aisha said with a big smile.

The old lady then took her exit.

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After the old lady had left Aisha switched off the lights and quickly got into the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

Aisha was acting like she is in her own house. Like how could she be so comfortable here?

Just one thing went on your mind that how did Taehyung and his grandmother let you stay here so easily?

I know it's wrong to let two young girls be alone in the woods during night time. But the strange thing is that they didn't even ask you any further questions and simply let you stay at their house for the night.You decided to discuss the same thing with Aisha.

"Aisha"

You called for her but she didn't answer. You went towards her and found her fast asleep. You too felt sleepy so you decided to take a nap. You still needed to be careful.

Because you don't know when what will happen.

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You quickly opened your eyes when you heard a loud howl from outside the house. So there are wolves in the forest.

Thank God you got a shelter or you both maybe in the stomach of the wolves.

Then your eyes went to the other side of the bed where Aisha was sleeping but she was not there right now.

Where did she go?

You quickly got up from the bed. Your eyes then fell on the window through which the moonlight was coming inside the room.

As much as you remember the window was closed before. You went towards the window and stared admiring the moon. You then peeped out of the window and the sight that you saw made you frozen in your spot.

It was a huge white wolf, standing a few metres away from the house and it's eyes were focused on the window of your room.

The wolf neared to the window. You quickly shut down the window and got back in the bed.

You were so scared and just then you spotted a piece of paper on the nearby table. You picked it up and there was something written on it.

Y/N, I don't want to do this but I have to for my brother's happiness. Please forgive me. -Aisha

Wha-

What does she mean to say by this? What did she do?

There were so many questions going on your head right now.

Just then you heard the sound of the door of your room being opened. You thought it was Aisha.

"Aish-"

But it was Taehyung who was half naked. He was wearing just his paijama bottom. His abs were on full display.

"Taehyung what are you doing here?"

You asked him.

"Love"

He started to come near you.

"Taehyung stay away from me or"

You tried to act brave but from inside you were really scared. You don't know what is going on.

"Can't do, love"

In a moment you both were on the bed with him on top of you. He was kissing and sucking on your neck.

"Leave me, please"

You begged him.

"Aisha, HELP"

You shouted. You hope that she hears you .

Just then you heard a sound of giggling. You saw Taehyung laughing like you said something funny.

"Do you think your best friend will help you?"

He asked you.

"She is the one who left you in this situation. She chose her brother's happiness over you. And now you are mine, my mate, the future mother of my pups."

You were two shocked that you were not able to speak.

"Now you are mine, FOREVER."

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung x reader

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Hey. Can I get headcanons of Angel Dust and Alastor seperstly with reader who is getting hounded by paparazzi for dating a famour porn star/overlord.

Your work is graet!

Paparazzi are the worst! I'd hate to be watched 24/7 and not be given a break.

Headcanons for Paparazzi following Reader

Love interests: Alastor, Angel

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ blood, murder, cussing ⚠

Angel Dust🕸

Being with Angel is a blast!

Yeah, there was ups and downs but you both worked everything out.

The only problem was paparazzi.

Everyone wanted to know your fucking life after some ass spotted you with Angel.

Social media went wild and don't get started with the Three V's

Valentino was yelling at Angel over the phone, which you took and said, quote: "Fuck off, this won't be a problem with his work. Have a terrible day, you over grown mothman bitch wannabe."

"Babe, you alright? I know how shitty this is.", your spider boy asks, cuddling you close.

"Nothing I can't handle Fluff-ti, promise."

Some dates are interrupted but you both have fun killing a few before running off to do something else.

The damn photographers chased you around everywhere. You started to carry a few more guns than usual and a baseball bat.

Tv? You told Katie Killjoy to go eat giraffe shit.

You did do one interview because the demon who asked was nice and you held a gun to their head the entire time and watched them submit the draft to their boss.

The boss wanted to add extra stupid crap, so you pulled back the hammer. "Give me their number."

You proceeded to cuss them out and threatened to shit in their office, kill whoever they were in love with, and set the publishing building on fire with them in it.

After killing a bunch of paparazzi, and a few reporters, they left you alone.

There is the occasional idiot and you gotta deal with them to remind demons to fuck off.

Alastor🎙

Being with Alastor is a dream

Of course there were little fibs but nothing to worry too much about.

However, there was an outside problem. Paparazzi.

And Mimzy but you could easily get rid of her anytime you wanted. (But sadly she's your love's friend and you both have to play nice. For now.)

Anytime you stepped out the cameras would go off and a few reporters would shout out for your answers, they stalked you for a good few months.

Alastor only noticed after seeing some camera flashes when you both went on a walk in the park.

"Darling, why have you held this from me?", he asks, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

The photographer laying in a pool of their own blood.

"I thought they'd get bored and leave me alone after a while. I'll take care of it.", you reassure. "I'll let you know if anything else happens. Promise."

Somehow you lasted for another week, but one of the annoying demons asked you to flash them.

You arrived to your date with Alastor late that day covered in blood.

"I'm sorry for arriving late deer but there was an annoying little bug that I had to deal with."

You both get tired of the constant stalking and have a massacre, dancing on the bodies with music coming from a nearby bar.

For some reason more show up after that and you have to get out your blades. Very nice blades, gifted by Alastor.

You feel like Mimzy is one of the reasons why they find you so quickly but you make sure to do something to her later.

After killing so many, they stopped. Especially after you made a trip to the publishing building and tv studio, having a nice chat with the person in charge.

Vox is also annoying but you let Alastor have fun with him.

Extra!

This was fun!

For real tho, paparazzi need to chill.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

ML for Angel Dust🕸

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unicornprintzz · 1 year

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Ellie with a clingy girlfriend☆

Protective Ellie x Clingy Reader🎀

Warnings! Light smut, overall fluff

MDNI!

“Ellie! You're home” you ran up to Ellie and hugged her tightly. “Hey princess did you miss me that much?” she said as she kissed you on your forehead. You smiled and gave her many kisses on her face. “Of course I did, I never get to see you anymore because you're always on patrols,” you frown. “I'm sorry baby I’ll make it up to you.” “How so?” Ellie smiled and opened her backpack, you patiently watched and then you gasped.

She pulled out a plush you've been wanting for the longest time. “Ellie! I love this so much thank you!” you jumped on her and wrapped your legs around her waist. “It's a bit worn out but it's the best one I can find,” “shush you I love it so much!” you giggled. “Alright alright, I'm glad you love it,” she lightly patted your ass and walked over to her bed with you still holding on to her.

“What do you say we play some games?” Ellie said while moving her hands up to your waist. You smiled and nodded. “Okay but let's not go easy on each other.” “You're on.”

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You woke up alone in bed as per usual. You liked that Ellie went out on patrols to protect Jackson but it's a very dangerous job and you can't help but worry every morning.

A few hours passed and Ellie still isn't back, she always tells you not to worry however, you always end up worrying. “Ugh, I miss Ellie,” you whined and hugged your pillow. Sometimes you wished you can go with her but Ellie has stopped you from going on patrols ever since you got hurt badly a while ago. When Maria asks you to cover patrols, Ellie always steps in and says no, grabbing your hand, and leads you home. She can be overprotective most of the time but you don't mind it very much, you love that she cares so deeply for you.

The door opened to an exhausted Ellie “fuck.” she said in a raspy voice as she threw her backpack on the ground. “Ellie, are you okay?” you got up from the bed. “Yeah, baby I'm fine just people fucking pissing me off.” “ah okay, would you like some strawberries?” “I'm good babe thanks though.”

Ellie sat on her chair and started drawing, she usually does this when she's stressed. You sat next to her and started talking about your day and how much you missed her, Ellie just quietly listened to you. You were eating strawberries and dropped one on the floor, “ah shit.” you bend down on the chair and picked the strawberry up. Ellie looked at you and slowly looked down at your boobs, you were wearing a tight shirt with no bra so it snapped something inside Ellie.

You were about to say something when Ellie softly caressed your thigh and pulled you onto her lap. “Y’know babe, I was so pissed today, you wanna know why?” she said as her hands when up to your breast and squeezed them. You lightly moaned and nodded. “Those fucking idiots I was on patrol with today just wouldn't listen to anything I was saying, these new recruits are terrible listeners.” “Well, Ellie not everyone is going to listen to you,” you said with a laugh.

“They should because I know what I'm doing unlike those fuckers,” she said as she started caressing your ass. “Although I do have one person who always listens to me don't I?” you nodded shyly at her words. “She always does what I say because she's my good girl isn't she?”

You moaned as she started to kiss your neck down to your boobs. “E-Ellie..” Ellie smirked and started to remove your pj shorts.

“Let's take this to the bed princess.”

A/n- I feel evil for not writing full smut :) don't worry I will write full smut one day.

Also if there is a lot of mistakes I am so sorry I’m writing this really late at night and I’m tired so night night lovelies🖤

#ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #tlou #tlouedit #tlou x reader #ellie the last of us #Ellie Williams x fem reader #the last of us #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #Lains thoughts🎀#lgbtqia #lesbians

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The Loft 8

After a bad break-up, Hermione Granger moves into a messy and dysfunctional loft with four single men. What starts as a temporary home until she gets back on her feet becomes so much more, as she learns there's a lot of life - and love - that happens at rock-bottom.

Inspired by the TV Series ‘New Girl’

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In a crazy turn of events, I updated The Loft after 2 years... :)

Chapter 8

A watched egg never cooks. Is that the saying? Ron doesn’t know — he’s terrible at idioms and shit. If it’s not a saying, it’s definitely accurate.

He stands in front of the stove, waiting for his egg to fry. It’s taking forever, and he’s tempted to just leave it there, but maybe then he’d burn the whole loft down. That, or Vicky would eat it.

Vicky’s here this morning, just like he was here yesterday morning. And the morning before that. It almost feels like they have another roommate, one that doesn’t pay rent and that Ron didn’t choose. Well, he didn’t choose Hermione either, but that worked out. Sort of.

Ever since Hermione and Victor became ‘official’, they’ve spent almost every waking moment together. Ron comes home after work, Krum is here. He wakes up in the morning, Krum is still here. The only time Krum seems to spend outside of the apartment is between the hours of 9-5, and one hour at night, 8-9 pm, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Whenever Ron has asked where he goes, he gets all weird and quiet. Whenever he asks Hermione, she doesn’t seem to know or care.

“Honestly, Ron, it’s important for couples to spend time apart.”

“But Hermione, do you know where he goes?”

“No, because I respect his privacy.”

Why is Vicky the only one in this loft entitled to privacy? He often wonders when someone empties the laundry machine and leaves a trail of socks and underwear across the living room floor, or late at night when he can hear his roommates’ beds creaking, knowing they brought home a companion, a poor soul who has no idea how thin the walls are.

It begs the question, what kind of dark shit is Krum getting up to between the hours of 8 and 9pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays if he can’t even tell his girlfriend about it?

Maybe he has an embarrassing hobby. Or a gambling addiction. Or a second girlfriend.

Ron tries to ignore his heart’s fluttering in response to the last thought. What sort of friend would hope for that kind of thing?

“You might want to turn the stove on,” comes a gruff voice, interrupting Ron’s thoughts. “Or your egg will never cook.”

With a groan, Ron flicks on the burner.

“Are you okay?” asks Krum as he takes a seat at the kitchen counter. “You seem distracted.”

Ron glances back at his unwelcome roommate. His thick robe hangs loosely around his waist, forming a deep v neck that exposes Krum’s chiseled pecs and chest hair. Why can’t the dude just cover himself up a bit?

“M’fine.”

“Okay then. Look, I’m going to be out of town for the weekend—”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” interrupts Ron.

“Sorry?”

“You don’t even live here, so you don’t have to tell us when you’ll be out.”

Ron keeps his back to Krum as he lets the awkward pause wash over. Sure, maybe he should be nicer to the guy, but someone should gently tell him he’s overstaying his welcome. Hermione won’t.

“I was just going to ask if I could keep my car out front. Sometimes I get towed if I leave it out at my apartment—”

“Yeah. That’s fine.”

“Great,” says Krum as he rises to his feet and turns back toward Hermione’s room. “Thanks.”

“Where are you going this weekend?”

“Nowhere.” The sound of Hermione’s door closing punctuates Krum’s response.

Hmm. Very odd.

Moments later, Harry appears from his bedroom door, still disheveled in his pajamas. “What’s got you down?”

“Vicky.”

“What about Viktor?”

“I’m telling you, he’s giving me the creeps.”

Harry chuckles. “Since when?”

“The cabin trip we all went on.”

Harry lets a full laugh escape, as he responds. “You’re ridiculous. He never bothered you before.”

“I think he’s cheating on Hermione.”

Harry’s eyes narrow and glances toward Hermione’s bedroom. “She doesn’t deserve that, but how do you know?”

“Gut feeling.”

“Ron—”

“I think if I went to his place, I’d find proof.” Ron raises an eyebrow at his friend, who violently shakes his head.

“No.”

“Please come with me? I’ll give you free beer.”

“No. Plus you always give me free beer.”

Ron shrugs. “I’m going alone then. He’ll be out of town this weekend, and it’s the perfect opportunity to just check in.”

Harry groans. “You’re going to force my hand aren’t you?”

“Just come with me and make sure I don’t do anything unreasonable?”

“Going in the first place is unreasonable.”

“Still gonna do it.”

Ron knows that Harry can’t resist a little bit of mischief, so all he has to do is wait him out. Ninety percent of the unreasonable things Ron has done in his life have involved his best friend.

Like clockwork, Harry raises an eyebrow. “Okay. When are you going?”

“Tomorrow morning, after Krum leaves town.”

Harry groans. “You know this is a terrible idea?”

“Yes. But I don’t care.”

“We’re not going to do anything illegal, right?”

Ron imagines what exactly they’ll do tomorrow — show up at Krum’s apartment and just open the door? If Vicky’s dumb enough to leave his door unlocked while he’s out of town, then sure. But he’s definitely not dumb. If he was, Hermione would be staying far far away from him, and yet, here they are. It won’t be the first time Ron has snuck into a window. He was a horny teenager with a girlfriend and strict parents before, and crowbars are quite effective.

“No, of course we won’t do anything illegal.”

Harry nods. “Then fine,” he says, the reluctance in his voice rather light.

“Knew I could count on you.”

It doesn’t take long for Ron and Harry to locate Viktor’s address — the internet is a wonderful invention. They pull up to his street and emerge from the car. On Ron’s back is a bag equipped with a crowbar, a rope, and a clipboard. Ron’s found that holding a clipboard is the best way to look like you’re supposed to be there.

“None of this makes sense, mate.”

“Sure it does.”

As Ron shuffles along the pavement of an unfamiliar neighborhood, Harry trots behind him in an effort to keep up.

“You have no evidence that he’s cheating.”

“That’s why we’re doing this. To find some.”

“Ugh.”

Harry and Ron eventually stumble to the front porch of Viktor Krum’s duplex. It is larger than expected, but slightly run-down. The grass in the front lawn needs to be mowed, and on the front porch sit two pots that once housed plants, maybe. By the looks of it, no one has watered them in years. The paint is peeling off of the siding, and one of the stairs on the front stoop has rotted through. Even though their loft is still rather dumpy, Viktor’s makes it look like a castle.

“No wonder he’s always staying at our apartment.”

Ron peers around to the side of the house. A cracked window reveals an unmade bed inside. From his research, Ron knows that Krum lives in the first apartment on the left.

“We’re going in through the window.”

“Breaking and entering, cool,” grumbles Harry.

“Just entering. No need to break.”

Harry and Ron tiptoe across the overgrown grass and when they reach the window, it takes both of them to wedge it up high enough for them to fit through. Harry props Ron up and he slithers head-first into Viktor Krum’s bedroom. Harry follows, and both boys land in a thud on the carpet of the darkened room.

“You’d think he’d be able to afford a nicer place,” says Ron.

“Maybe he’s saving for an engagement ring or something,” sniggers Harry.

“Fuck mate, why would you say that?”

“To watch you squirm.”

Harry and Ron get to searching Krum’s apartment, flipping over couch cushions and rummaging through bookshelves looking for something — anything — that might belong to a girl who isn’t Hermione. Jewelry, clothing, makeup, perfume. One sniff and Ron would surely be able to tell if the perfume is hers.

“What’s this?” Harry’s voice travels from a smaller room attached to the living area. Ron peers inside to find a cluttered desk next to a bookshelf. Lining the shelf is a collection of Agatha Christie and Stephen King novels, and writing utensils galore. Harry is standing at the desk with a thick binder in his hands. “I think it’s a story.”

“Let me read it.” Ron yanks the binder from Harry’s hands and turns to a random page.

“She was dead. So very dead. The way her bushy brown hair splayed across the ground and nearly blended in with the fallen leaves made her look so natural in that state, like she was finally at peace. But her eyes were open, revealing the look of shock in her face. But there was something else there. Recognition. Betrayal.

Her hand still clutched the stab wound in her stomach, and Special Agent Reid knew that her stomach lining wasn’t the only thing that had recently been broken. So had her heart.

Clearly, she knew her killer. And most likely, if statistics proved to be true — and Spencer Reid always trusted statistics — it was her lover.”

“What the fuck is this?” splutters Ron.

Harry laughs. “I don’t know, but I’d be embarrassed if someone found that at my desk. I think he’s just writing. Special Agent Reid is a character on Criminal Minds.”

“Yeah, and the dead girl with bushy brown hair is clearly Hermione.”

“It appears to be fanfiction.”

Who the fuck writes fanfiction? “Oddly specific fanfiction.”

“I don’t think it’s anything to be concerned about,” shrugs Harry. “It’s probably just a creative outlet.”

“She was killed by her lover, Harry.”

“We should probably go,” says Harry. “I’m nervous someone saw us sneaking in here, and we can’t find what we’re looking for.”

Can’t find what we’re looking for? What the fuck is he talking about? “Harry, we’ve found something much worse than what we’re looking for.”

“Fanfiction?”

“No, evidence that he thinks about killing Hermione.”

“He doesn’t think about that, Ron. He’s just writing.”

“Why aren’t you more concerned about this?”

“Honestly?” Harry shrugs. “Because he’s not a bad guy. He treats Hermione well. He’s kind. And we just discovered an embarrassing secret of his and should probably keep it to ourselves.”

“Don’t you think we should tell her and let her decide if it’s concerning?”

“Hermione’s a grown woman who can take care of herself.”

Ron sighs. He pulls his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of the open page of Krum’s story. “Well I’m going to tell her.”

“How are you going to explain why we were in his apartment?”

“Dunno.”

“Want my opinion, Ron?”

No. Not really. Ron decides not to answer, but Harry continues anyway.

“Leave her alone. It really feels like you want him to be cheating on her. Or to, I dunno, be plotting to murder her.” He gestures to the binder when he emphasizes the word. “See how ridiculous it sounds when I say it?”

Ron has to admit that Harry has a point.

“I know you care about her, so stop sabotaging your friendship by meddling in her relationship.”

Ron grunts. “When did you become so good at relationships?”

Harry gets a strange look in his eye. “Well, if you must know—”

“No, I don’t need to know,” grumbles Ron, as the memory of Harry and Ginny holding hands flashes across his mind.

“Fair enough,” says Harry with a smile. “Let’s get out of here before we get caught?”

“Yeah,” agrees Ron . Probably a good idea.

Hours later, Ron is cleaning glasses at the Burrow while Harry sits across from him at the bar, picking at a pile of french fries in front of him. “I still can’t believe we snuck into his house.”

“I can,” says Ron with a shrug. Honestly, it felt a lot like storming Cormac for Hermione’s belongings when she first moved in. Some people make Ron want to throw logic out the window.

“You’re an awful influence, Ron.”

No, Hermione’s the awful influence. Ron turns to stack newly washed glasses on the shelf at the back of the bar. He is definitely being unreasonable. Hermione, in no way shape or form, caused him to break into Krum’s apartment. It was his concern for her that did. Because he cares. Plus, even if Harry doesn’t agree, if you ask Ron, they found what they were looking for.

“Hello, roommates.” Hermione’s voice echoes from the front door. It’s only three o’clock, and the bar doesn’t pick up until later, and the lack of people in the room makes Hermione’s presence seem all that much stronger.

“Oh, hi Hermione,” says Ron.

“Hey, Hermione. Good to see ya,” says Harry. “Also, I’m going to be late to meet Gin, so see you back at the loft later—”

“I didn’t know you were hanging out with Ginny today.”

Harry pushes his half-eaten french fries out of the way and rises to his feet. “Bye!”

Hermione takes his empty chair, and both of them watch Harry scuffle out the front door with an extra pep in his step.

“That was weird,” says Hermione with a shrug.

“Yeah.”

She pulls Harry’s plate of french fries closer to her, and plucks at one. “So what did you two do today?”

“Nothing, really.”

“Really? I just didn’t see either of you at the loft.”

Ron avoids her eye contact and shrugs. “Guy stuff.”

“Right,” she says, while she cocks her head to the side, studying him. “So are you working till close?”

“Yep.” Ron feels a pang of guilt at how terse his answers are. Ever since the cabin, he’s been quite short with her. He tells himself he’s just giving her space, but deep down, he knows it goes beyond that.

Hermione persists. “Mind if I hang out here for a while? Obviously Ginny’s busy with Harry and Viktor’s gone for the weekend.”

“Sure,” he says. Then, willing himself to keep the conversation flowing, he adds “You still don’t know where Viktor is this weekend?”

Hermione hesitates before answering. “Just on a trip.”

So she does know where he is? Or maybe she doesn’t and it worries her.

Overwhelmed with a desire to come clean, Ron turns back to her. “Can I tell you something, and you promise you won’t get mad at me?”

Hermione seems to brighten at the fact that his answer is longer than one word. “No, I can’t promise that, Ron. But please tell me.”

Ron groans. He shouldn’t say anything. But he does. “He gives me a weird vibe. Something’s off.”

“Of course he does,” says Hermione, rolling her eyes.

“What does that mean?” asks Ron, his defenses rising.

“Seriously, Ron?” she asks, her voice incredulous. “Tell me, Ron, see that guy in the booth?”

Ron follows her gesture to one of the only other patrons currently in the bar — a middle aged man reading a book and sipping an IPA. “Yes.” “Does he give you a weird vibe?”

“No, not really.”

“If I were to walk over to him and snog him, would he then give you a weird vibe?”

What kind of question is that? “Yes, but because he’s willing to snog a stranger in a bar—”

“You’re not willing to snog strangers at bars?” Ron’s mind darts back to Lavender. Sure, he was willing to snog strangers at bars, but they all know how that turned out.

“Okay, what are you saying?”

“I know we’re dancing around it Ron. It’s the elephant in the room.”

The hair on Ron’s arm tingles as it stands on edge. The last thing he expects is for Hermione to actually name the elephant in the room. Does this mean she’s about to shut him down once and for all? Tell him she’s happy with Krum? And that he should fuck off? Well, Fuck.

“Okay, but—”

“I love being your friend and your roommate, I’m in a stable relationship, and not willing to change that right now.”

Shit.

Hermione continues. “Will Viktor and I marry each other? Probably not. But at this point in my life, this is what I need.”

So, Hermione thinks Ron is pining uncontrollably for her? Is that how it is? “I didn’t break up with Lavender because of you, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

Does she know, though?

“And that is not why Krum gives me a vibe.”

She laughs. “Okay, why then?”

Ron groans. He really shouldn’t show her. Even if she thinks he found it at the loft, she’d probably just get angry at him for going through his things. But, for some reason, he can’t resist. “I found this today.”

Ron pulls his phone from his pocket and clicks through his photos. When the photo of Krum’s little story surfaces, he slides his phone to her across the bar.

Hermione picks it up and her eyebrows narrow to the text. “Where did you find this, Ron?”

What can he say? On his desk. In his apartment. The one I broke into earlier. “He left it out,” says Ron. It’s technically not a lie.

“That’s an invasion of his privacy,” says Hermione, coldly.

“Does it not concern you?”

Hermione shrugs. “Honestly, no, it doesn’t. He’s already shown me.”

“What?”

Hermione contemplates before giving up more details. “He’s taking a creative writing class, and this was one of his assignments,” she says, gesturing to Ron’s phone. “To write a fanfiction story from his favorite show. And he loves Criminal Minds.”

“Are you serious?” Harry was fucking right.

“Yes, it’s what he does every Tuesday and Thursday night. And that’s where he is now, actually, at a writing retreat.”

“So he’s like… serious about writing?”

Hermione shrugs.

“It doesn’t bother you that you’re the dead girl in that story?”

“Not really, no.”

“And that you were killed by your lover?”

Hermione laughs but shakes her head.

“It’s not very good.” He’s definitely grasping at straws now.

“I know that,” says Hermione. Ron’s pleasantly surprised that she agrees with him.

“Why does he do it?”

“He enjoys it. Isn’t that enough?” Finishing off Harry’s old fries, Hermione wipes her hand on a napkin. “Can I have a cream ale?”

“Sure,” says Ron as he reaches for a pint glass. “So you’re confident that he doesn’t want to kill you?”

Hermione laughs. “No, he doesn’t, thank god.”

“He’s not going to break your stomach lining and then your heart?”

“Okay,” groans Hermione. “Don’t be mean.”

Ron hands her the dripping cream ale. She smiles and takes it from him, her cheeks tinging pink with what Ron presumes is secondhand embarrassment. Honestly, it’s quite nice that she supports him, even though his hobby is a bit weird. It’s what Ron would call a green flag. Krum is a lucky bastard.

“My heart isn’t breakable right now, anyway,” she adds, before taking a sip of the foam layer at the top of her beer.

Ron cocks an eyebrow.

“Still have too many walls up, you know.”

“Oh I know, you’re a total ice queen.”

Hermione laughs, and Ron feels himself relax. It was a tough few days of not speaking freely with her.

“Thank you for talking to me. I missed having you as my friend,” she says.

The way she emphasizes friend sits strangely with Ron. As though she’s dictating the specific role she wants him to play right now. For some reason, it doesn’t feel quite like being friendzoned, and he can’t figure out why. There’s something temporary about the way she says friend.

Or is he reading way too much into that? He doesn’t want to be her friend. And yet, he loves being her friend. How does that even make sense?

“Right,” says Ron, cautiously. “So if I wanted to write bad fanfiction, would you support me? As a friend?”

“Of course!” says Hermione cheerfully. “I’d beta read for you.”

“Well then, maybe I’ll take up the habit. Show you I have other talents besides giving you free beer and being your attractive roommate.”

Hermione rolls her eyes, yet a smile graces her lips. “I bet you’d be a good writer,” she says as she gulps down the last of her beer.

“Maybe you’ll find out. Want another beer?”

“Sure!”

Ron pulls her glass away and refills it under the tap. This is definitely the weirdest friendship he has. But he’ll play along.

For now.

It is far too late when Ron finally makes it home from the bar, and as much as he wants to sleep, he’s too wired from his conversation before. He strips down to his boxers and collapses into the bed. Although he would love to continue talking with Hermione, there are no signs of life in any of the bedrooms, so it’s a safe bet that everyone in the loft is asleep.

Ron turns to his side and reaches his phone on his bedside table. Without a second thought, he starts typing away. Hopefully Hermione has her text notifications on silent. There is no reason she can’t have two story tellers in her life.

“She was about 5’6, had brown eyes, and wore a Hamilton t-shirt. She loved to watch romantic comedies and was a total coffee snob, even though she couldn’t tell the difference between a cappuccino and a latte. Her sultry gaze and bushy brown hair splayed wildly out at all angles, making her appear like a sexy medusa. In fact she could turn you rock hard in an instant. She had her whole life ahead of her. Or so she thought…”

Before he can overthink it, Ron presses send.

His heart rate quickens as he stares at his message. She’s asleep, so there is no way she’ll see it until tomorrow morning—

Then, three little dots appear at the bottom of his screen, and his palms begin to sweat. Oh shit.

“Oh my god, Ron, what is this?”

Well, he’s committed now.

“Little did she know, her life as she knew it was about to end. In walked a man, about 6’5, bright red hair, and a pale, yet chiseled adonis-like body. Nothing like her current boyfriend, but everything she wished her current boyfriend could be. He didn’t waste time writing fanfiction and playing sports, and instead crafted beautiful cocktails from the basement dive bar, was quite broke, and regularly forgot to do his laundry. Like a REAL MAN.”

Hermione is quicker to respond this time. “You’re ridiculous. But keep going please.”

Yes, ma’am. “And he wasn’t just a sex god. He was also a… dun dun dun… MURDERER.”

“LMAO. This is so mean. But I’m laughing so hard.”

Ron continues typing away. “She knew all of this. And yet, she still wanted him. She didn’t care if it was her last night on earth, because she knew it would be her best night on earth. And that was all she needed.”

“OMG now you’re getting carried away.”

She’s not wrong, yet something urges him to keep going. “She entered his apartment, so he could enter HER.”

Yeah, maybe he is getting carried away, but it’s fun, so what’s the harm? Plus, she promised to support his creative writing journey.

While waiting for Hermione’s response, Ron’s bedroom door bursts open, and Hermione stomps across the room. Her face is flushed and Ron can tell she is trying to hide a smile. “Phone, please?” she asks, her arm extended.

“No, I’m writing a story!”

Hermione stands her ground. “You’ve lost your phone privileges.”

“But I’m going to be the next Stephen King.”

Hermione lets out a laugh and dives onto the bed, wrestling his hand for his phone. She braces her knees on either side of him, pinning him between her legs. Ron makes a show of struggling, but as much as he wants to keep her there forever, he eventually lets her win.

“Fine,” he says, handing over his phone.

It only takes a moment for them to pause, limbs entangled, for Ron’s mind to run wild. How easy would it be for him to turn the moment serious? He could wrap an arm around her waist and pin her to him. He doubts she’d resist. She has a boyfriend, but she also seems surprisingly comfortable with her arms draped around Ron’s body. She knows he’s only wearing boxers under the covers, right?

They linger there for a moment that solidifies Ron’s inkling from before. She bites her lip, her eyes dart down toward the covers. The way she doesn’t immediately jump off of the bed when she notices that he’s in his underwear suggests that the friendzone is an arbitrary construct.

Ron steadies his voice in an effort to hide his rising heart beat. “Careful, Hermione. I’m a sex god with a habit for murder.”

Yeah, took one second for him to fuck that up.

“I fucking hate you,” she says, as she wrangles herself back up, his phone in her hand. “You are most definitely not a killer.”

Yeah, it took one second for him to fuck that up. However, Ron’s stomach flutters at the sound of her swearing. She hardly ever cusses, only when she’s with him. “Right, but am I a sex god?”

Hermione laughs. “I wouldn’t know, would I?”

Ron raises an eyebrow. “Care to find out?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that whiskey shot at the end of his shift. He’s acting a bit too bold.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Her answer echoes in Ron’s mind. He doesn’t miss the way Hermione averts her gaze, and her cheeks flush red.

“I know. We’ve established that.” Then, with a inhale to gain courage, he adds, “But if you didn’t?”

Maybe Ron imagines it, but a look flashes across her eyes, and the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. She shakes her head as if to halt the beginning of a fantasy before it runs wild. “I really should sleep. Goodnight, Ron.”

“Night, Hermione.”

Ron grins as she turns and leaves the room, fully aware that she never answered his question.

#be11a loft #romione #ron and hermione #ron x hermione #hermione granger #hpromione #ron weasley #angst #ronweasley #romione fanfic #hp fanfic #muggle au #slow build #slow burn

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hotxcheeto · 1 year

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can you do a chloe x fem! reader where they go out for the night, then it gradually turns to smut. so like fluff-smut. also i love your work so much🙌🙌🙌 i hope school gets easier

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, oral ( r! receiving ), vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), flirting, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, chloe being chloe

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I'VE HAD A TERRIBLE CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK AND MY LIFE HAS BEEN EXHAUSTING. ily sm anon, thank you for requesting, school has been... school lol

The room smelled like stale tobacco and cheap alcohol. People all around you both getting drunk or chatting with cigarettes in between their fingers. Not giving a single fuck about the policy that the owners had practically made nonexistent. The signs only there for decoration.

It made up for the dingy white walls, only saved by the victorian styled windows and classy timeless decor.

It was a small town on your map of the state, a town you both decided to stop in and stretch your legs. Get a good nice sleep in some cheap motel bed, cuddled up and able to drink hot coffee in the morning that you didn't buy in some drive-through.

Maybe sit down and actually eat some real food as you hadn't sat at an actual table in a long while. Chloe claiming, 'the smaller the town, the better the food' and the diner this morning made you inclined to agree.

"Ready to go?" You turned your head to look at your girlfriend, snapping away from your thoughts as you examined her. An empty beer in her hand, and her newly met acquaintances having decided on taking a leave as well. Waving goodbye to you as you returned the favor.

"I want to get some ice cream." Chloe went to protest, most likely asking you to wait for the morning, but you'd cut her off before she'd even got half a chance nor a word out.

"You promised Chlo.." Your tone mixed with your pretty puppy dog eyes could always win over, and she knew it too. Huffing and looking away towards the rest of the room.

"Fuck Y/n.." She rubbed her face, the arm around you pushing your head to rest on her shoulder. "You're letting me sleep in tomorrow." "Well that ruins my plans to wake you up at six in the morning. Early start."

She looked at you as if you were insane, a little giggle leaving your lips in return.

"Would you still love me if I did that?" You watched as Chloe's eye ran over your face, almost distracted before she answered. "Of fucking course... just maybe a little less." You gasped dramatically, your girlfriend pulling away and sliding out of the booth before turning back to you and stretching out her hand.

"C'mon you big baby, it's late I want to get back to the room before crackheads start asking us for a threesome." You clicked your tongue, gripping her hand and allowing her to pull you from your seat.

"You don't want a nickel to tickle their pickle?"

"Never, ever say that again."

You laughed obnoxiously and sarcastically, skipping your way out of the bar and onto the rather busy sidewalk. Looking around at the everyday people that probably walked the streets a trillion times in the area, and yet you'd only be here for a little while until moving on once again.

You wondered if one day you'd be like them once again. Settling down in some rando town that you and Chloe had grown to love. Nothing like Arcadia yet screamed with the same remanence.

"C'mon, there's a corner store down here." "Twenty-four hours?" You peaked at your phone, the time nearing one o'clock while Chloe guided you along. Her hand resting on your lower back.

"Yep. Drove there the other night." "To get what?" You raised an eyebrow, unaware she'd even left the motel room the day prior. "That coffee you had a very nice time drinking this morning." "You fuck, did you drink the rest and not tell me?" She shrugged, earning herself a nice nudge to the shoulder.

"Hey, you had some to drink and you weren't complaining." "Yeah but you left me." "You had no idea."

You glared at her.

"You still did it. That's like saying, 'I burned your house down without you knowing, and you didn't know until after I rebuilt it and replaced everything you owned, we're still besties for the resties, right?"

You stared at her while she scoffed in amusement, then she laughed.

"Have I ever told you, that you're fucking crazy." You grinned, taking her hand from your waist and instead holding it in your own, unphased at the heat it lacked. "Plenty of times, yet you're still in my bed every night."

"Ha, ha." Chloe laughed sarcastically, but the blush on her paled cheeks was enough to give her away. Not meeting your eyes and instead looking forward, seeing the lights of the store slowly getting closer into view.

"I want chocolate and vanilla." "Seriously?" She glanced to you while you nodded, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. "Yep." You popped the 'p' making sure to turn to give her a cheesey grin.

"And you love me so you'll buy them both." "I'm beginning to question how much I love you." You groaned, yawning slightly as you both finally arrived, Chloe pulling open the door for you, allowing you to step inside first.

It was bright, the fluorescents burning your eyes while you squinted to try to save your sight. A shiver sent up your spine and the chilled room, only a single worker sat behind the counter. Distracted by their phone and seemingly bored out of their mind.

"Ice cream only." Chloe muttered, turning you towards and aisle and walking you back towards the freezers. "Can't we get a few beef sticks too?" You bargained, knowing those were at least top five in her favorite snacks.

"Make it quick princess." You grinned, walking passed a few aisles until you spotted the familiar packaging. Only picking up a couple before making your way towards the counter, spotting yours and Chloe's shared candy you loved.

You quickly placed it on the counter, Chloe meeting your side at the same time.

"Really?" "They need the money." Was all you said, a shit eating grin on your face as Chloe glared you down. Pulling her wallet out from her jeans pocket and handing the cashier a few bills.

"Thank you." You said quietly, smiling at the worker before grabbing the bag and walking ahead of Chloe, skipping farther down the road with her in toe.

"Y/n." You spun around, feeling the cold of the ice cream hit your legs as the bag swung around and collided with your knees. "What?" "Don't go so far." "Aw, miss me already? Worried someone will snatch me into a dark alleyway? Maybe one of the crackheads?"

You were barely a meter and a half in front of her, rocking back on your heels as you waited for her to meet your side. Hand grabbing yours again before she reached across you and grabbed the bag from your fingers.

"I also don't trust you handling the nearly thirty dollars worth of shit I just bought for you." You hummed with a light giggle, laying your head on her chilly leather jacket.

It wasn't a long walk back to the motel, the time close to two o'clock now due to your stop at the store. Not that you minded, though a bit tired to eat your desert you'd begged the girl behind you for.

You'd changed the moment you'd gotten inside, leaving you in nearly nothing but a thin pair of sleep pants and a thin long sleeve while snuggled underneath the think blankets the motel offered.

Chloe watching you from the corner of her eye while messing with her bag of clothes.

"Chlo will you c'mon.." You huffed, stretching upward and revealing your hardened nipples through the white fabric of your top. It was cold in the room despite the cheap heater trying it's best to do its job.

"Yeah, yeah." "No, not 'yeah' get your ass over here." You muttered, "M'coming, give me a second." "What're you even looking for?" You slumped onto your stomach, arm dangling off the mattress while you watched her pull out a black t-shirt.

"This." She peered over at your body, blanket and waistband low on your hips. The back of your top having ridden upwards just enough for a peek at the swell of your breast.

"What're you looking at?" You spoke sarcastically, lifting your head up off the pillow with a raised eyebrow. "My sexy girlfriend." Chloe responded, throwing the shirt onto your blanket-covered legs. Stripping herself from her jacket and what was underneath.

"Mm, I should decide who the sexy one is." Your eyes raked over the girl in her black bra and jeans, absentmindedly biting your lip in the process. "I'm the top, so you get no choice." Chloe decided against the shirt, moving to straddle your body, her knees on either side of your hips.

"What're you doing?" "I say we sleep in late tomorrow, night drives were always your favorite, right?" "Chloe..." You dragged her name out with a light groan, your girlfriend bending down to kiss up your neck.

"C'mon... just a couple minutes," You snorted, the girl taking great offence to your amusement, grabbing your face softly. "Oh c'mon, don't believe me?" You shook your head, giggling some more while Chloe rolled her eyes, tugging away your blanket in order to see you whole.

"You're a dick.." "Mhm, shut up and kiss me." Chloe leaned, doing exactly that before hurriedly pulling away. "What the fuck?" You scoffed, her cold hands suddenly making you shriek as Chloe practically ripped off your pajama pants. Throwing them behind her and out of your sight.

"Chloe, what the fuck?" You laughed this time, hearing her light laughter. "They were in the way." She looked down at your bareness, realizing you hadn't had any underwear on unerneath.

"M'tired, hurry it along." You giggled, seeing her glare peeking up at you from her place hovering above your belly. Kissing the skin that showed underneath the top that had since ridden far up. Goosebumps rising along your arm at the light kisses.

"I'll stop if you want, hotstuff. Get you your much need beauty sleep." Hurriedly, you shook your head, feeling the painful ache between your legs growing as the seconds slowly passed. "Yeah that's what I thought too."

Chloe moved to spread your thighs apart with her chilled hands, making you shiver, though the adrenaline kept you warm.

"Please.." You said quietly, whispering into the quiet room, the TV slightly muffled in the background with some reality show playing.

"I know." Was all your girlfriend said, kissing your inner thigh, smiling when you squirmed in discomfort. Feeling yourself pulsing for her touch, yet she held it back from coming.

"Chloe.." "I want some that ice cream.." You went to respond, lips parting only for a strangled cry to take its place, her warm mouth finding itself on your clit. Sucking harshly, pleasure shooting up your belly making your thighs mindlessly squeeze around her.

She stared up at you, watching as your head dug back into the already flat pillows on the old bed.

"Chlo– oh fuck–" "You better hope we don't have neighbors." She laughed, going back into eat you like you were her last meal. "Do–Don't say shit like that– oh fuck!" You smacked a hand over your mouth, a muffled cry following only made your girlfriend grin harder.

"It's probably the closest they'll get to a girl." You rolled your eyes at her words, trying your hardest to keep quiet. But she had another idea, kitten-licking at your clit, bringing her favorite sound from your lips as girly cries passed by into the warmed air.

"Oh my fuck!" You took in a shrieked breath, looking down at Chloe with wide eyes while squirming away from her mouth. "Y/n.." She went back, holding your thighs tighter around her head.

She continued the assault, picking up her pace along with her movements while flattening her tongue.

"Oh my God Chloe.." You covered your entire face, burning hot as her fingers began to circle your hole, only pausing when her eyes searched for yours.

"Y/n.. look at me." Reluctantly, knowing she'd stop, you pulled your arms from your face, peering down at Chloe.

"Fingers?" "Mhm." You nodded, barely allowed a breath when she pushed her two in and smiled at your filled gasp. "Faster.. please.." "I just got in hotstuff." She laughed, but nonetheless began pumping in and out, fucking into you while lapping her tongue over your sensitive clit.

"Oh my god, Chlo.. oh fuck." She stayed quiet, watching you intently as wet sounds filled her ears. "Chlo.. I– fuck–" You could feel it in your belly, balling your fists in the sheets as your body mindlessly tried pulling away from the pleasure.

"M'gonna–" She only watched you, drinking in your reactions that she created. That you wanted her. "Please.." With a whisper, you smacked a hand over your face, muffling your scream as you came, shaking against her tongue, Chloe making sure not to waste any of you away.

"Oh fuck–" You breathed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, hips jerking towards her face before she finally pulled away.

She didn't say a word, coming up to meet your lips, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

"You ready for bed now?" She muttered, pulling away from you and pressing her forehead against your own. "Mhm." It was soft, Chloe chuckling at your quietness.

"I'm gonna need my pants back though."

"Oh c'mon, don't I get something?"

A/n: I didn't know how to end it this thing gave me writers block so bad omg

#chloe x reader #chloe price smut #chloe price x reader #chloe price #life is strange x reader #life is strange #lis #lis remastered #nevy writes

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tenderyellowbluefics · 2 years

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Heyyyy bestie I love your fics. I die for them. I was wondering if I can make a request for Eddie Munson x innocent reader . Where the reader is with Eddie and finds some cookies in a baggie in the fridge . Little does she know they are edibles . She eats almost the whole bag and starts to feel funny and she’s high and Eddie freaks out because she had so many and cares for her while she’s high . ☺️☺️☺️ I hope that made sense lol

Aww I'm so happy you like my fics!! Thank you sm!! But ahhhhh this idea is so cute!!! He would be so adorable taking care if his partner imma cry.

Summary: Y/n finds Eddie's stash, and Eddie has to take care of them.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, very briefly though, fluff rlly.

The only time pronouns are used for y/n is when Eddie says "She'll". Pronouns aren't stated any other time as I try to keep my writings as inclusive as possible!💕

Request are open and welcomed! And to those who are waiting for me to respond to yours, I promise they are coming haha!

You were unbelievably bored. Eddie's hellfire campaign was tonight and it seemed like he'd been gone for hours. With not much to do in his small trailer besides watch tv and sleep, you preoccupied your time with snooping through him and his uncles belongings. Really any of his uncle's things were already out on display for all to see as he didn't have his own bedroom. The trailer was a one room, and Eddie occupied that space. And as far as Eddie's, there was nothing you hadn't seen already.

Defeated, you retreated back to the usual time killer, eating.

Browsing through the dimly lit kitchen, none of the food items caught your eye. Most of the food was frozen dinner meals or canned goods, nothing special, nothing that quite caught your attention.

Once again defeated, you began to walk out of the kitchen before light deflecting off a plastic bag above the fridge caught your eye. You stood on your tip toes to reach the bag, curious as to why it was hidden behind dusty boxes of off-brand cereal that hadn't been touched in months.

You were pleasantly surprised to find out it was cookies. You were confused as to why they would be hidden, but finally came to the conclusion Eddie hid them so he wouldn't have to share.

You plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, after flicking through random channels you settled on the show "Growing pains." Not a particular favorite of yours, but it would do until Eddie could come back and entertain you.

Pulling a cookie from the plastic bag you immediately noticed a difference. They seemed intensely dry, and crumbled a lot easier than most chocolate chips cookies would, but you brushed it off as them most likely being stale from laying around.

As time went on, the more you enjoyed the show, and the more you lost track of just how many cookies you had eaten. When a commercial break interrupted your laughter, you finally took a moment to glance down at the bag, now seeing there was only 3 left out of the original dozen. You felt slightly bad for eating all his snacks, but just told yourself you'd buy him more.

You were a little shocked by your lack of guilt, as usually something like that would make you feel terrible. But you were once again distracted by the tv program coming back on.

My god when did growing pains get so funny. You thought to yourself.

Seeing Eddie's headlights shine through the front window, you got up to unlock the front door for him. As you kept it locked at most times due to everything that's happened in Hawkins with the mysterious murders and such.

When you stood up, your legs felt like jelly, causing a slight tickling feeling that made you laugh. Reaching for the door handle, the coolness of the metal also amused you.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." Eddie cooed, walking in, and kicking his dirty, white sneakers off.

(I had to do the "sorry I'm late" thing I'm sorry💀)

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." You mocked his words in a silly tone, not in a mean way, but playful.

He slightly chuckled at you, but you seemed to find it a million times funnier than he did, as you were doubled over laughing.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, confused as to why you were so playful at this time of night. Maybe you were delirious from exhaustion, he assumed.

He moved past your position on the ground over to the couch. A loud gasp from his direction made you turn your head towards him.

"Y/n did you eat these?" He questioned in an alarmed voice, holding up the bag of almost gone cookies.

"'m sorry, I got a little carried away" you giggled, "I'll buy you more."

His face fell even farther than where it was before.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What am I gonna do? She'll be fine, I'm sure of it! It was only, 1..2..3..9 pot cookies, oh my god." He was rambling and pacing back and forth, using his fingers to calculate how many you'd eaten.

A light whirring in your mind silenced him out as the room began to spin. Your once giggly attitude, was now violently ill.

Feeling the contents of your stomach bubbling up, you scurried into the bathroom only a few feet away. Eddie heard this, and quickly followed behind, putting a hand up to stop the bathroom door you attempted to shut behind you.

You felt Eddie's ringed hands gather up your hair so it didn't get in the way. And when there was nothing left in you to come up, He quickly got you a glass of water. Rubbing your back as you chugged it like you'd been in a drought for months.

"What the hell was that?" You sighed, panting.

"You just ate pot cookies." He replied in a sing song tone.

"What?! That's a thing?" You questioned, snapping your head to look at him.

"Of course it is! You can put weed in pretty much anything if you use some creativity."

Panic started to set in. You had never done anything to do with weed. Despite have a drug dealer boyfriend, you were as straight edge as they came.

"Wait, will I be okay?!" You frantically asked.

"Of course." He said matter of factly, raising a hand to wave at you as if you were silly for asking.

"I can't like overdose can I? No that has to be a thing its a drug. Oh my god am I gonna die?!" Your voice became more and more panicked after every word.

"Yes baby, I promise you'll be okay. No ones ever died from to much weed. At least not that I've heard of. You'll feel loopy for a little bit but you'll be fine, trust me. I've taken more than that in one sitting before." He chuckled, looking down seeming remembering something behind the last sentence.

You only nodded your head in response.

"C'mon, lets go lay down. Its pretty late."

"No!" You were quick to protest his suggestion. "What if, what if something happens and I don't wake up." You were always great at assuming the worst possible outcomes.

He frowned, "Baby, you're not gonna NOT wake up. But if you don't feel comfortable going to sleep how about we watch tv?"

You nodded your head in agreement once again.

You layed with your head in his lap, while one of his hands rested on your side, and the other played with your hair. With you still slightly high, you giggled constantly until you finally dozed off.

After noticing your deep slumber, he decided to carry you to the bedroom. Even through all the movements, and his failed attempts to move you as gently as possible. You were still knocked out cold when you hit the bed.

He chuckled at your weed-comatose state.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanart #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson fluff #x reader #eddiemunson x reader

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hay1ock · 8 months

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Okay. Wow. Episode 3 of Only Friends was just something else.

Yep. I’m late again, but honestly, I enjoy rewatching it a time (or two) for anything I might have missed or that might change my mind about certain scenes or characters.

This week we’ll start with the mess that is Nick and Boston. It was interesting watching their string of encounters. Is it just me that felt they got slower, kind of more romantic as they went on? Like the slow kisses. I like kissing, might have partaken in the odd snog in a club back in my prime lol. But to be doing it over and over, day after day, soft and slower, and more attentive. It just felt more intimate, easy to mistake the feelings behind it. I hate the way he manipulates Nick. Sees him questioning the relationship so gives him some crumbs to keep him happy, and give him hope when there really doesn’t seem to be any.

Yeah, Boston is the absolute worst. But can’t deny he’s entertaining. I love the messy web he’s weaving. Well, mostly. When he started poking at my baby Ray then there was some aggressive side-eyeing on my part lol. I really don’t know what else to say, other than to applaud the work he’s putting in for Top. I still can’t decide if he has real feelings for him as he hesitated when Nick asked, but it seems to do with his pride/rivalry at the fact Top is seemingly so desperately pursuing Mew when Boston is throwing himself at him and had been getting turned down. Will be interesting to see if Boston had any plan for what he was actually hoping to achieve beyond one more fuck. Has he won? Does he still want more? Also, bit cruel recording your friends…making out? Getting handsy? Until proven otherwise (unless it went so terribly that Mew wanted to delete it from his mind) I believe Mew is a virgin. And it makes me laugh that the one who was telling Top Mew was all sweet and innocent in the first place was Boston. Has anyone else ever said that? I mean Mew was happy to have Top in his room, kiss, get on the counter. It was just when the possibility of full sex got too real that he put a stop to things, and the fact he would prefer to get to know someone first before going all in.

But yeah. Boston you are a terrible friend. Recording it and then holding on to it. Though to be fair I have everything ever still on my phone what with the storage size these days, it’s just a dick move he recorded it in the first place.

Nick. Okay, so I was in the protect Nick from Boston and himself and his feelings frame of mind last week. I said he wasn’t gonna be getting employee of the month snooping in customer phones, but seems he took his snooping up a notch and I’m considering switching over to Team Protect Boston. I didn’t actually pay much attention to the Chekhov’s wiretap on my first watch, I thought about how there’d be cameras installed and figured something would get caught on there eventually, but hadn’t thought Nick would go so far as to directly bug Boston’s car. I did feel sorry for him at the end. I don’t know if this is his first ‘relationship’ or what but he’s certainly all in. I wonder how far he’ll go if he is planning revenge. Like are we talking Fatal Attraction lengths? Boston doesn’t have a rabbit right? Lol

So Ray and Sand. Feel for Sand as he’s clearly trying to keep boundaries in his relationship with Ray. But eyes don’t lie and, man, the way he looks at him. Though disappointed at the end of the episode, there was probably also some relief as he could step back from the line he’d been dangerously walking. I wonder how bad his money struggles are as is he getting to eat for free at YOLO? Anyway, I wish him luck in his efforts to separate love and sex.

And Ray. His little face and his dumb flirty ass. I don’t think he’s doing anything on purpose as such or playing with Sand’s heart or anything (not like a certain Boston we know) as just in general it seems like the kind of person he is. He did seem genuine when he checked Sand was okay with it all because he wants to keep hanging out and being friends. I do think he’s pursuing him in the sense of a distraction, especially right after Boston whispered in his ear and Top dragged away Mew. Talking of Top, honestly, I don’t know how much is jealousy, worry for Mew, and how much is just a case of him just disliking that man. You ever just had someone, and they might not have even done anything wrong, but their very existence just irks you for some reason? That’s the vibes I get from Ray toward Top. The way Ray changes and folds his arms when he popped up ruining his bright mood when hanging with Mew.

But back to him and Sand. The entangling in the car was definitely to distract himself from his shitty feelings from that night, managing to convince himself and Sand that they could keep the boundaries even if they slept together a second time. And then the call. The way he sat up and rearranged his clothes as if he didn’t want Mew seeing him like that. Like he was almost ashamed. Seen a few differing opinions on what happened, but, despite Sand’s fleeting disappointment (then probably relief at dodging a bullet to the heart for at least one more day), I am team bros before hos, sisters before misters etc. Mew was locked out, bit tipsy and personally, I appreciate Ray being a good friend. Whether he also enjoyed getting to play hero, who knows, but I viewed it as him answering the call of a friend who needed his help.

So Mew. Actually, enjoyed seeing him and Ray interact a bit more. I personally, again until proved otherwise, believe he cares for him. In episode 1 he said how the hostel could be something for Ray’s future, a business of his own, then the scene by the pool in episode 2, and here, it seems like he genuinely wants Ray to move on and be happy with someone who has the potential to love him back as something other than a friend. I’m interested to see what actually happened the night Boston filmed them and guessing we’ll see at least some of it based on the preview. Mew’s scenes with Top give me mixed feelings. They were very sweet at the silent disco, and then we were back to Top being all ownery over him (granted fuelled by Boston). Top had referred to him as boyfriend a couple of times this ep so I’m trying to figure if we’ve skipped to them being boyfriends now as think Boston said they’d been together less than 3 months, plus we figure time has passed from the multiple BostonNick scenes. Ponders.

And lastly Top. Well, he knows Sand and boy Sand doesn’t like him lol. Guess we’ll see why eventually. I’m still trying to figure Top out. I know we don’t have much on Mew but Top is just a bit contradictory to me I guess. Is he insecure? Is it because he’s only been seen as this top tier prize to get fucked by? And Mew seems to be the only one, or the only one in a long time to not care about that? His actions are… I mean Mew knows he’s slept with others so why not be honest about that Beam guy? I mean the dude pretty much spelled it all out and Mew was right there lol.

Also, I know Boston was manipulating him but to say I was disappointed in his lack of willpower is an understatement. I have no idea what’s on the video, Mew and his friends have mentioned him being a virgin when it was just them and for nobody else’s benefit, so I believe he is one. Boston was the one that added the sweet and innocent part. But still, if you want to get to the bottom of things, I feel confronting/talking to Mew would have been a slightly better option than banging Boston. I get Top actually looked upset and people do dumb stuff without thinking if through but… Top, why? Even if you aren’t officially boyfriends, YOU keep calling him your boyfriend. Sighs. Can’t wait to see how this all plays out now there’s a recording of them.

Anyway, not long before today’s episode, so will stop here. Really am loving this show.

#only friends series #only friends the series #only friends episode 3 #firstkhaotung #sandray #bostonnick #neomark #forcebook #topmew #firstkhao #it’s getting messier every episode #and I love it

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korizzybee · 2 years

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IMAGINE: Being Rengoku’s Tsuguko and falling In love with Tanjiro and being taller than him part 2

“Master Rengoku? That’s the Kamado boy who broke the core rules by protecting his demon sister, right?” You asked, whispering in his ear. He nods before answering, “Yes that boy is Kamado Tanjiro!” He says loudly, making Tanjiro jump and turn to you both. “Eh….Mr.Rengoku…..did you need something?” He asked with a confused smile. “Yes! Tanjiro my boy, this is [L/N] [Y/N]! My tsuguko! Unfortunately you did not get to meet her on the Mugen Train, she was already on a mission with Tsuyuri!” Rengoku said like it was an announcement.

You stared at the boy, your hard gaze on him made him uncomfortable. But he couldn’t lie to himself, you were very beautiful. Your [H/L] [H/C] hung over/on your shoulders perfectly. And your [E/C] eyes shined brightly in the moon on the porch of the Rengoku Estate. He also noticed you were very…..tall. Around 5’9 at least. “You’re staring…why?” You asked rudely. It made him jump a bit at your sudden coldness. “A-ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I’ve just never seen a woman so tall before. Well not that much taller than me at least.” He said. Trying to convince he wasn’t staring out of judgment.

You let out of a ‘hm’ sound and looked at the other three people in the front yard. There was a boy with blonde hair and a boy wearing a boar’s mask. Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke are their names, correct? I heard of them from Tsuyuri.” You said nonchalantly. Tanjiro nodded. “And they girl they’re around, that’s your demon sister?” You questioned, looking him deep in his burgundy eyes. He gulped and nodded. Your intense gaze made him quite flustered, “Yes, that’s Nezuko, my younger sister.” He said. Rengoku watched as you both interact….in an awkward way…

“If you’re sister eats a human….you know I’ll kill her, right? Without hesitation.” You informed him. His eyebrows furrowed and his awkward smile turned into a frown. “Nezuko…she won’t eat humans, if you would get to know her, you would see that.” He said, as he left you standing on the porch and walking towards his friends and sister. His comment left you stunned, Rengoku placed a hand on your tense shoulder. “You would love her if you became her friend.” He said with a soft smile.

Your shoulder softened up, and you walked back in the estate. For days as the squad visited the estate, you would avoid them. Especially the Kamado siblings, you could not, would not, be friends with a traitor and a demon. Until one night you weren’t feeling well, you had just woken up from a terrible nightmare about your family. One that left you shaking terribly. You went on the porch of the estate and sat while staring at the moon. Wind blowing through your [H/L] hair. “Why are you awake so late, [L/N]?” A soft voice called out.

You turned your head seeing Tanjiro, a worried look adorning his face. “Kamado….why does it matter to you? Is it not normal for someone to want to watch the moon in peace?” You asked, your voice showing a harsh tone. “It is normal….but you seem…scared, almost a guilty type of scared. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just let me be here for you in silence.” He said, sitting down next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. You bit your bottom lip, 5 minutes later you spoke.

“10 years ago…” Tanjiro’s head turned towards you, “What?” He asked quietly. “10 years ago…my father cheated on my mother, impregnated another woman, and left my mother and I with no money whatsoever. My mother’s mental health went down in a spiral, and I had to work to get us money so we could survive.” You said, tears beginning to prick your eyes as the painful memories come back to you. “I had to start working at 6 years old…so my mother wouldn’t die…she was pregnant at the time with my little sister….” Your voice began to crack.

“One day…she got so sick she couldn’t leave bed…and I couldn’t miss work because we needed the money so I could get her food. I decided to come home early so I could cure her sickness faster. And when I came into the house—“ your voice cracked as tears poured out your eyes. Tanjiro pulled you into a quick hug and started to stroke your back gently. “Take your time….” He whispered. You took a deep breath and rested your head on shoulder hesitantly. “When I came back home….my mother was dead….and her stomach…was…my little brother was….he was dead…” you cried into his shoulder. “If- if I was there sooner….I could’ve…I could’ve…”

For minutes he would use words of reassurance and gentle touches to calm down your crying. “[L/N]? [L/N]?” Tanjiro lightly tapped your shoulder, only to hear you softly snoring on his shoulder. He held you close to him as if to warm you up so you wouldn’t get cold. He began to pat your head softly and whispered, “Don’t worry [L/N]….it’s not your fault. It never will be…you’re strong for enduring all of this…” He softly carried you back in the estate bridal style and put you back to bed.

Part 2 coming soon <3

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capricornwriter5 · 2 years

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 4

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

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Chapter 4 - Your eyes tell

On a Thursday night, Yoongi walked into the practice room quite exhausted since his bosses at the radio station had made him dig the entire city for new microphones. When he finally found them and even got a discount, he went back to the office to collect the money; however, his superiors told him they wouldn't buy them, they had decided over lunch that it wouldn't be a good investment.

Yoongi just took a deep breath and tried not to let that affect him, but he would have appreciated at least one message informing him, so he wouldn't have wasted the whole afternoon. After that, he had gone directly to the university because he had a test. Now, in front of the piano, he began to feel hungry. He didn't even try to look for something in his backpack, he knew there was nothing to eat. Why was he so stupid to spend the money on cigarettes instead of something to eat? It seemed that he would have no choice but to eat when he got home.

Resigned and trying to ignore his stomach, he began to play; yet, something weird was happening to him and his gaze was not on the sheet music or the piano keys, every now and then he looked at the door as if waiting for something, or someone. After almost two months of seeing Emmy entering at a specific hour, it was strange that she was not there.

"Why do I care if she comes or not?" He thought feeling kind of irritated.

A few minutes passed, but the errors while practicing were more persistent. As terribly a perfectionist as he was, Yoongi was already starting to get seriously annoyed with himself. He decided to walk away from the instrument, it hadn't been a good day, maybe if he distracted himself and smoked one of those cigarettes, he could concentrate.

"Hi!"

Emmy's greeting, or rather, scream as she entered, made Yoongi drop his things.

"Fuck" He whispered seeing the disaster he had made, all the cigarettes had scattered on the floor.

"I got out late from my... Are those cigarettes?" She asked closing the door behind her.

"I think you didn't say it loud enough, the people on the second floor didn't hear you."

"I'm sorry," Emm said coming closer to help him. "You shouldn't smoke, you're going to end up with sick lungs."

“It was only one and I rarely do it”

Between the two of them, they picked up and put away the cigarettes. Then, Yoongi sat down again in front of the piano and Emmy stayed next to him. Not even a minute had passed when the boy's stomach rumbled.

"Yoongi! Haven't you eaten?! You're going to pass out!"

"It's not a big deal, I'll have dinner in a bit."

Completely ignoring the musician's words, Emmy grabbed her bag and literally emptied it onto the desk in front of her. “Wait, it has to be around here…”

“Do you have a store there?” Yoongi asked seeing the makeup, perfumes, creams, smaller bags, mirrors, books, chargers, and keys. He also saw a bottle of water and, strangest of all, a stuffed clown.

"I told him not to put it there... Hobi never listens to me." She commented between whispers.

"Emmy, I'd rather you keep everything, something alive can come out of there," He said with his arms crossed, pretending he wasn't that interested, but the truth was that he practically had his head in the girl's bag watching everything that came out. “Hey, be careful, look at the mess. Are those pearls? Are you really throwing pearls on the floor?”

The boy approached, but before he could help her, Emmy put something in his hand, it was a bag with a tangerine inside. Miraculously, the fruit was in perfect condition, none of the thousands of things that the girl had inside bumped it.

“I don't know if you like it, but it's my favorite fruit. I think it's not a good idea for me to bring you coffee today, right?"

Yoongi looked at the fruit not knowing what to say, and it wasn't the first time something from Emmy left him like that. He was not a person who believed in coincidences and considering that all interactions with Emmy left him stunned, many times he didn't even know how to react.

"You don't like it, right?"

"It's my favorite food." The pianist commented showing the first smile of the day. "Thanks"

The girl grinned pleased to have been able to help him with something. Just as she had placed the fruit in his hand, he did the same, handing her half.

"You told me that on Thursdays you had classes all day, you haven't eaten either, right?"

Yoongi wasn't wrong and soon they were both eating while Emmy entertained him by telling him something that had happened when she was on her way to meet him. She was running so fast and with so many things on her hands that she didn't pay attention and ended up tripping over a step.

"They should put a sign at the entrance."

"Or you should slow down."

“I was coming late, and I really wanted to hear you today. You told me that you'd practice with the song that I recommended to you.”

"You could've written to me, I could wait for you." Yoongi tried to say that like it was any comment; however, Emmy noticed how he lowered his gaze and his tone of voice deepened even more. The boy even cleared his throat and looked towards the door, all in order not to look at her.

For her part, Emmy smiled tenderly, it was very sweet to see the serious pianist embarrassed by something.

"I would have, yes, if I had your number."

Emm's answer made Yoongi turn around again and offering his hand, he waited for the girl to give him the cell phone to save his contact.

"The song you asked me for isn't that easy." He remarked while tipping his number. "But I think I nailed it." Emm thought she had heard wrong, but Yoongi's seriousness made it clear to her that it was for real, he had learned the song in just one day. “I still need to work on some parts, do you want to listen to it now, or do you prefer me to play it later? Why do I even ask you?" He laughed seeing Emmy already moving her chair closer to him.

Yoongi's ability to express himself through music was incredible, words could fail him, but the music never. Just as on some occasions the songs he played were significantly intense and serious, others could be melancholy, funny, or tremendously sweet, like that night. Despite Yoongi felt a little tense before Emm got there, now that he was playing the piano again, he was much more relaxed. The soothing movements of his shoulders, as well as a couple of discreet glances that he threw at her, made Emmy's heart feel warm.

The whole time Yoongi played, the girl was thinking about how wrong all those who had judged him as a disinterested and rude boy were. He was quite introverted, that was true, but it was also true that Yoongi could be the most charming and vulnerable person when he opened up through his music.

When the song ended, the pianist looked at Emm's eyes and for the first time, he was intrigued by what someone thought, so much so that he couldn't help but verbalize it.

"And well…? There's still a lot to work on, but…”

“It sounded better than the original,” she answered. “I've only heard one person play it live and it was a long time ago. You did amazing.”

For a few seconds they both held each other's gaze, but Yoongi's shyness made him cut off eye contact.

“It will sound better next time.” He promised getting up.

Yoongi and Emmy left the building together, but the girl's slow pace was enough of a sign for him to understand that she had hurt herself in the fall. He immediately slowed down his steps as he was checking on her. What he could not do was to hear what Emm was saying, for Yoongi was overthinking a simple offer. He wasn't sure it was a good idea. How would he offer to take her home on his motorcycle? Emmy would not get on, and if she accepted, she would surely be uncomfortable. But his motorcycle wasn't that bad... in fact, several girls had asked him to let them ride it, but he always said no. However, Yoongi couldn't visualize someone pulling pearls out of her bag like candy getting on a motorcycle. Or maybe yes? After all, Emmy was anything but predictable. Who else would walk in a window one night and start talking to him out of the blue? If she did that, maybe a motorcycle ride wouldn't be so weird.

Before they knew it, they were already facing the street, his motorcycle was just there. Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the anxiety that was already beginning to creep in, Yoongi spoke.

“You shouldn't walk. If you want, I can…”

Emm didn't have time to answer him when the lights of a car parking right next to the couple dazzled them. It was a latest model car, not even available yet in the market for everyone, it was an exclusive line, one of those that were only seen in movies. However, there it was in front of them and soon they could see who its owner was: Woosung. The singer had just finished classes and was driving home when he saw his friend walking. Woosung stopped and was already lowering the window to speak.

“Emm, what the hell are you doing walking in this cold, have you gone crazy? Get in here."

“Woosung! What are you doing here? I thought you were eating with Hobi and Nara.”

“We've been trying to reach you for over an hour. We want to go to a new place, but we were waiting for you.”

That was when the boy saw who was with Emmy. If Hoseok was indiscreet, Woosung had nothing to envy, as he looked at Yoongi with his mouth open.

Emmy immediately introduced them, but the pianist barely nodded his head in greeting. Yoongi knew perfectly well who Woosung was.

"Do you want to go with us? You could have something more than a tangerine for dinner.” The girl offered with a kind smile and speaking only to Yoongi, all while Woosung was nowhere near getting out of the window to listen.

“I have to work. Check that foot out when you get home.”

Yoongi didn't say anything else, he just put his hands inside his bags and walked away thinking that he had been seconds away from offering the girl a ride on a simple motorcycle when she could perfectly go in a car like the one they had just seen.

"What the hell was I thinking…?"

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry." Woosung apologized when his friend got into the car but was still staring at the pianist. "I'm sorry, you know I don't see well without my glasses, I didn't know it was him."

"For a moment I thought that... no, forget it, impossible." She answered without losing sight of the musician getting on the motorcycle.

“Did I interrupt something important?”

"No" The girl answered convincing herself that she had imagined it and that Yoongi had not been about to offer her a ride home.

*********

A few nights later, Yoongi was getting to the campus when his cell phone rang, and seeing that it was his brother, he didn't think twice to answer. He had an excellent relationship with Geumjae, those four years of difference really seemed to have never existed, since both of them could remember, they always played together and shared everything. The years began to pass and Yoongi's personality became more and more reserved, but that did not mean a distance between them. Yoongi was the first to leave home and it hurt him the most to stop seeing his brother, but there was not way to make Yoongi stay.

They talked every week, but they usually did it in the morning before going to work.

"Hyung, I didn't expect your call."

"I know, I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but I needed to talk to you."

"What's up?"

"Mom's sick."

On another occasion, and with another person, Geumjae would have been more sensitive in breaking the news, but he knew what his brother was like, and beating around the bush with Yoongi was a bad idea, the musician HATED it.

Yet, those words made Yoongi stop in his tracks, his mother was very healthy; to tell the truth, he didn't have a single memory of her sick, he needed his brother to explain. Apparently, it was her hip, she had been in a lot of pain in the last few days, so Geumjae took her to the hospital. They still had to do several tests, but everything seemed to point to significant wear and tear that, if not treated in time, would cause her not to walk again soon.

"What will happen if the results of the tests indicate that it is necessary to operate?"

"The surgery’s almost a fact, that's the problem."

"Hyung, tell me what's going on."

“Mom and dad don't have health insurance, Yoongi. They told us they had not to worry, but they don't."

That conversation with Geumjae forced Yoongi to sit down. Most likely, they would have to operate on his mother, and even if that happened in a few months, because she had to go to therapy first, it was a lot of money, money that he clearly did not have, nor did his brother. His father couldn't help much either, as he was also ill. The pianist would have to look for another job soon, maybe he could double his shifts at the restaurant, yes, that would be the best option.

"Don't call mom yet, I promised her I wouldn't tell you. She doesn't want to worry you. My savings could cover the therapy before the surgery."

"Forget it, hyung, you're still paying the house mortgage."

"Perhaps we could ask for a loan."

"I'll take care of it."

"Yoongi, please, you know that's not possible."

"I'll take care of this," Yoongi repeated, "Just don't tell her anything."

"No, no, and no! I'm sick of covering for you at home. Yoongi, it's not fair that mom and dad don't know that you're the one who has been taking care of so many things."

"You know how they'll react if they know the truth, hyung."

"Come home, at least once, you'll see that things are not as you think."

"Let's just focus on mum's health."

The brothers continued talking, this time about less worrying topics, Geumjae didn't want to ruin his younger brother's night. However, that was almost impossible, and as soon as Yoongi hung up, his mind raced looking for solutions.

"Yoongi?" A voice brought him out of his thoughts and when he looked up, he saw Emmy in front of him with the usual two cups of coffee. “I was on my way to the practice room. What are you doing out here?"

"Hi… There's no rehearsal today, I have things to do and..."

"Wait," She asked sitting next to him. "You don't look good, drink this first."

Yoongi was going to reject the coffee, but without intending it, Emmy convinced him just by showing him a smile. Giving a second thought, there was no reason to refuse the drink, after all, at that hour his boss hadn't arrived at the restaurant, so he couldn't even talk to him to ask for more working hours. Besides, Yoongi couldn't deny how good it felt to drink something hot and sweet. Wait, sweet?

Emmy laughed when she witnessed the pianist's face, and even more when she noticed him smelling the drink.

"It’s hot chocolate."

"Oh! It tastes fine." He answered showing a slight smile, so much so that Emmy barely managed to perceive it. "Look, I think there won't be any more rehearsals for a while."

"What? Why? Please don't tell me someone discovered me! Shit! Yoongi, did I cause you a problem?"

The girl's look of anguish made Yoongi laugh, Emmy had no idea, but her eyes left nothing she was feeling to the imagination. Her face was extremely expressive. Yoongi had already noticed that since he used to watch her from the corner of his eye while she was listing to him. Yoongi had quickly learned to read her gestures, he already knew when she liked a song or when she discovered a mistake during the practice.

It was impossible not to find cute her worry. She had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he had to stop practicing. To tell the truth, when he thought of another job, he tried to think of something else that would not force him to leave those night practices, but he could not visualize any other option.

“No, it has nothing to do with that,” Yoongi reassured. “It's just a change in my work schedule, I won't have free time at night. My roommate will get crazy because I'll need to practice at home."

"Can't you look for another job with another schedule?" She asked while Yoongi shook his head.

For a while none of them spoke, they just drank their chocolates. Both thought exactly the same thing, they did not want the practices to end. For almost two months Yoongi and Emm saw each other practically every night and had even grown used to each other's company. Listening to Yoongi was the only thing that gave Emmy some peace after spending hours studying something she hated. Not to mention that the boy's melodies took her back to the only time she was genuinely happy. Besides, playing for Emmy was exceptionally comforting for Yoongi, as it was the only time he was truly proud of his music. Only then did Yoongi think that he was not trying in vain, and that everything he had been pursuing for years did make sense.

“Yoongi…” Emmy called, steeling herself and making the pianist look at her. “If what you need is a job, you could teach me. That way you could keep rehearsing while I practice what you teach me.”

"Are you serious?" Yoongi asked with a laugh, the idea seemed absurd to him, but seeing that Emmy nodded seriously, he shook his head. "I really don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't have your talent, but I know something, I promise I'll be a good student and I won't bother you, I'll learn fast."

"You aren't the problem." He cleared up right away. "I don't know how to teach and..."

"Well, you learn," Emmy responded as if it were the obvious thing to do. "If it's about the money, I'll pay you the same as what they offer you at your job."

"Emmy, no."

"Okay, double."

Yoongi's eyes widened, firstly because he was surprised by how easily she proposed that without even knowing how much he earned at the restaurant, and secondly because he never imagined that she was genuinely so interested in the piano. However, even though he liked the girl's company, Yoongi couldn't take the job and he had his reasons.

"I appreciate the offer, but my answer is no."

Emmy remembered what Woosung had told her, Yoongi didn't have any friends in college, he refused all group work and was the first to ask to be allowed to do everything individually. However, she had spent time with him and something told her that she could convince him, just as something assured her that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't know how to accept it, or that he had had a bad experience before.

"Can't you at least think about it?" The girl insisted.

"You don't even know how much they pay me."

"That's not a problem, I'm willing to pay you whatever you tell me."

"Why?"

“Because I'm not going to find a better professor than you. Even though you say you don't know how to teach, I've listened to you, I know how talented you are.” Emmy smiled tenderly seeing how Yoongi blushed and in order to avoid her, he fixed all his concentration on the hot chocolate. "Also, playing piano was something huge for me, I stopped doing it years ago and I swore I was never even sit in front of one again. If I do it again, it's with you, Yoongi."

Silence and cold surrounded them. While Yoongi wondered what could have kept the girl from music if she loved it so much, she tried to understand why Yoongi had such an impenetrable shield. Had someone hurt him, or had he always been that distrustful and dour?

"Well, since this is supposed to be the last time I see you around here, let's go get something to eat together." She proposed making him look up again. "As a farewell and thanks for letting me listen to you all this time."

The boy was about to answer; however, he froze when he felt Emmy's index finger brush his lips to keep him silent.

“You told me there would be no rehearsal today, you have no more excuses, come on. I'll even let you choose!"

After the news that his brother had given him, Yoongi considered that the last thing he should do was go out, but he accepted. Emmy had something special, something in that bright and positive personality that pushed him to accept everything she proposed.

"Fine, but I'm not sure you're going to like the place."

“Wait a minute! Min Yoongi, are you judging me? YOU? The person who looked like a grumpy cat when I thought you were emo?"

That comment earned Emmy to see the musician's gummy slime for the first time. It was the LAST thing she expected to see on Yoongi's face. In a matter of seconds, his eyes practically disappeared into half-moons and his cheeks plumped in such a way that Emmy thought she had never seen anything cuter in her life. Suddenly, Min Yoongi was no longer the mysterious musician, but an extremely cute boy, with such a bright and comforting aura, that Emmy even stopped breathing in surprise. Yoongi had no idea, he couldn't even suspect how easy it was to steal the girl's heart that night.

"You're right, I'm being a prejudiced idiot. I'm sorry."

"I don't care about the place, as long as it has delicious food, I'll be happy."

"Then, let's go." He said showing her a heartfelt smile.

"Kid?"

An old man's voice made the couple turn around. It was Yoongi's janitor friend. He had seen the boy and came to greet him, but he was quite impressed not only to see him accompanied, but also smiling that way.

“Harabeoji? What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I'm covering for a colleague, it's just for today, you know I don't like to work at night." He explained now turning his gaze to Emmy.

The girl immediately bowed to greet him. The way she did it showed respect for him, something that the old man did not expect, most of the students did not even notice his presence, much less those who came from wealthy families, something more than clear based on the girl's appearance.

"Harabeoji, this is Emmy."

"Good evening, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you."

“The pleasure is certainly mine, miss." He answered impressed by her beauty and good manners. "I've never seen you around here."

"I'm a law student, but I come here to listen to Yoongi from time to time."

“Oh! So he did let YOU stay! This curmudgeonly boy would pout at me when I tried to listen to him in the mornings.”

Yoongi sighed resignedly, he was already sure of what was coming. At the moment Emmy said that Yoongi did the same to her, the two began to talk about how cranky the pianist was.

"You know... I'm still here." Yoongi mentioned looking as grumpy as always.

“Oh, we know! You better hear this from another person that it's not me, maybe that way you stop being so moody." The old man said. "Miss, can you also tell him to cut his hair?"

"Not again..." Yoongi said while Emmy laughed. However, she would never say such a thing, she loved the pianist's long hair. "Harabeoji, I'll see you later. Emmy, let's get out of here." Yoongi was practically pulling the girl by the sleeve of her coat to get them to leave, but he had a hard time doing it, as Emmy was trying to properly say goodbye.

The couple hadn't been far away when she turned and saw the old man walking hunched towards the building.

"Yoongi, do the janitors get coats?"

“Huh? I don't know, why do you ask?"

“Because he can get sick, more so if he'll be working at night.”

Yoongi looked in the same direction as her, and understood what the girl was saying.

“Shit, he came to work again without a coat, he's going to end up getting a cold. He talks about how I don't listen to him and he's the one who doesn't listen to me."

The pianist ran up to the old man and from where Emmy was, she saw how Yoongi put his coat on his shoulders and before the janitor could say a word, the musician was already coming back, completely ignoring all the times the old man told him to stop.

"Come on, you'd be surprised how fast he can be when it suits him."

They quickly managed to lose sight of the old man, and putting his hands inside his pants pockets, Yoongi tried to warm them up; however, it was on his neck where he felt a comforting heat. Without moving a single muscle, the boy witnessed how she finished wrapping her scarf around his neck.

"You can't take good care of others if you don't take care of yourself first."

With a wink from her, and a smirk from him, they headed out on their improvised date.

To be continued... 🐱

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commaclear · 2 years

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If quackity chooses Wilbur I will be happy, sufficed if you will.

But I have angst,, funny but also oh no angst

(This is like,,, maybe a few months into living together )

Wilbur wakes up, a little more tired today than usual but he went to bed… late (looks at camera). He rubs his shoulder a little, massaging the purplish bruise that formed there. He looked over at quackitys side of the bed, he was gone..?

“Q?” Wilbur yawned

No response. His phones gone, and his wallet, where is he?

“Quackity?” Wilbur stood and felt a familiar feeling of fear creep up

“Quackity are you here?” Wilbur walked into the bathroom

“Q?” Wilbur’s voice cracked more and more at every call

What if he went back to his husbands?

Probably begged them to take him back after being with you.

He’s with someone else, since when we’re you enough?

Wilbur felt tears spring up and pulled his hair to attempt to calm himself down.

“Fuck!” Wilbur jerked his hair to keep his head clear

“Quackity!” Wilbur pleaded, “Quackity please where are you?”

(It had not occurred poor Wilbur to call his boyfriend so he’s just screaming in his living room in his boxers.)

Wilbur searched his home once more, calling for his boyfriend in this sick game of hide and seek

“Q please I’m sorry please come out” Wilbur looked around in the middle of his kitchen

Wilbur started to cry. This can’t be it. Quackity could never do something this cruel.

Wilbur slid down his kitchen wall and sobbed as he rocked himself back and forth.

“Wilbur” Wilbur shot his head up at the door. There stood Quackity with two plastic bags.

Wilbur let a sob break out before Quackity put down the bags and ran over to him.

Quackity kneeled in front of him, “baby what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He cupped Wilbur’s face and wiped his tears

Wilbur leaned into the touch, “I’m *hic* sorry”

“What happened?”

“I-I saw you we-were gone and thought…”

“Oh.. oh Wilbur..”

“It’s stupid I know I’m sorry! I just- I was scared.”

“Wilbur, baby I’m so sorry I woke up early and thought I’d get you some breakfast to surprise you…” Quackity sent him a smile

“Oh.” Wilbur chuckled

Quackity bonked their foreheads together, “I’m sorry , I should’ve let you know I’d be back” Quackity kissed Wilbur’s cheek

Wilbur did his best to smile and hugged Quackity, “ I think I’m gonna schedule an extra appointment with dr. Creek this week.”

“Yeah?” Quackity hugged Wilbur tightly

“Is that alright?”

“Of course wil,” Quackity smiled, “I think I’ll schedule an extra one this week too how about that? I think that’ll make us both feel a bit better with this whole thing right?”

“Q?”

“Yes wil?”

“I love you, a lot actually “

“I love you too wil, a fair amount I’d say” Quackity laughed

Wilbur nodded then sniffed the aroma filling his place.

“IHOP?”

“Yup, went all out “ Quackity replied sarcastically

“I love it,” Wilbur kissed Quackity, “all that running in the apartment made me hungry

“Good cause I got… a lot”

Wilbur looked over at the to go boxes on the table, “yeah,,, a lot”

“Hey don’t judge me this bod needs fuel”

(To quote the office, “I’m ravenous after a night of love making”)

“Pretty sure techno eats this for a snack” Wilbur quipped

“At least I don’t eat my food like it’s a 1800s massacre” Quackity shivered at the memory of the time he invited the family over for dinner, 5 hours of meal prep… and techno came over right after practice.

Wilbur laughed and turned on the tv and grabbed one of quackitys shirts from the laundry room before joining Quackity at the table.

They watched tv as they indulged in an unholy amount of pancakes, eggs,and bacon

(Wilbur saw a side of q he had never seen before when eating a red velvet pancake , 12 seconds.. and it was like it was never there in the first place)

They also tried to hold hands while they ate but Wilbur had to let go when he saw how much syrup was about to get on quackitys hand

You lied to me, anon! I was promised angst, and now I have all these warm fuzzies in my heart! Terrible!! /j

I suppose you have still earned this.... *I slowly slide $547 in crumpled monopoly money over to you*

#anons my beloved #bone to pick

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bishh-kanya · 2 years

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Hi there!

I recently started following your page on tumblr, coz I found your Desi humour amazing. Little did I know you are/were planning for the medical field.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am a doctor. And I went through all the thoughts and emotions you posted on your recent post. My parents spent so much money on my MBBS education and later for my PG coaching classes. I still have not enrolled in a PG course. I'm working as a junior doctor currently.

But those years, studying late hours, eating junk food, not eating at the right time, multiple emotional break downs, anxiety attacks, watching my close friends go through those..it's harrowing.. it's scary... Nobody, and I mean NOBODY understands that shit. And it's impossible to even describe it. It's fucking traumatic. The 2 years I worked on my PG coaching was terrible. Every day felt like I was a failure, and dropping out was not in my agenda, like you said the money my parents put in was hanging over my head like a flag...

Eventually I didn't pass the PG exams. And I went into major depression and repeated panic attacks early COVID times.. as I was living with my family I witnessed the disappointment from their eyes. I saw myself as a failure infront of them. And nor did they help me.. I had to figure out myself..

What you did is amazing. Knowing when to quit, for your own betterment shows how strong you are. You know your weaknesses and your strength... Not everyone can be passionate about medicine.

It took me 3 years AFTER graduating MBBS, to understand the art of medicine.

Everyone has their capabilities, and as someone who genuinely feel happy for your decision, and I am also proud of you.

Dr. T.

Hello Dr.T ,

Thank you so much for giving me this ,i am so grateful 💫, you remind me of my gynaecologist , both noble humans !

I am so sorry you had to go through all that , i have seen my cousins struggle the same way , i am so happy that you came out of that phase and yes nobody nobody until they go through the same thing understands what mbbs demands for , it's trauma it's disaster it's panic , but it's all worth it you want to pursue this .

Congratulations for being a junior doctor ✨, you will crack pg exams sooner than ever.

In these times only if we have the support of our family it makes things so much better but at the end of the day we pick ourselves us anyway !

Thank you so much for this support to my decision , i am sure you will be reaching amazing heights !!!

I am also genuinely so proud of you✨✨✨ !!!!!

Thank you , have a great day ✨💫✨💫.

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kqtmansmokeschronic · 10 months

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I’m just getting frustrated being in different schedules. I wish I could change schedules and do things different but I can’t I have a the sleep schedule I have and I can’t change it I wake up at midnight I have for years now, and I go to bed at noon or 1pm. It’s perfect when you get into roughly the same schedule, but when you start getting off of it and you start being asleep when I wake up and then you wake up a few hours later it’s not too bad I’ll stay up later but lately your falling asleep like half hour or an hour before I wake up, and I spend pretty much my whole day alone at that point you wake up at maybe 9am and I get 3-4 hours with you when for like over 2 years we spent 12+ hours a day together… we barely have gotten to play games together lately because even when I am awake at the same time as you I’ve had a terrible terrible migraine all week. But you’ve still gotten to play you’ve been streaming when I’m asleep and usually falling asleep after wich is when I wake up. I was so excited for Wednesday because you had to work so I figured you where going to go to work and come home, eat etc and actually go to sleep, so you could wake up at the same time I do and we could spend the night together but you went to work and came home and streamed for like 5 hours or something and passed out just before I woke up and now today you were streaming before I woke up, I wake up and see a stream recently ended but you’re asleep. And then you wake up and I was doing chores I was gross and needed a shower so I shower and feed my pets and we watch an episode or two of a show and you say we’re gunna play games after and you sound awake and perfectly fine but then all the sudden you’re completely passed out. Idk if it’s the weed gummies idk if it’s just youre schedule vacillates so much but I lget the short end of the stick. It’s not just the games… I don’t get to play games with you but I also end up not being able to seriously talk to you, because even when you are awake you’re pretty out of it already and can barely do anything but giggle uncontrollably wich IS FINE. but it’s different when that’s the only interaction I keep getting day after day. I can’t say anything serious I can’t talk to you about anything I can’t bring up anything serious it’s just all jokes and laughing I mean we got to talk a bit todays about some stuff and it was good but that’s the first real thing we’ve talked about all week honestly. I love you and what’s going on in your head but I have my own things going on in my head and it kills me how much time I’ve had to spend alone lately…I can’t wake up any earlier but I keep trying to stay up later and later to spend any time with you because it’s been so little lately and that made me sleep in later. I just miss you. And I just wish that you’d maybe try to get somewhat ish on my schedule like going to sleep after work so you wake up when I do…maybe setting an alarm or something… like anything I’m trying my hardest staying up late and I’m spending time with you when my heads throbbing and my stomach is turning and the worlds spinning and Im scared you’re tired of me being so sick all the time but I love you so much and miss you so much I just want to spend time with you so much I just want to okay games so much I want to stream TOGETHER I want to go back to doing everything together… I feel like you’re having fun and doing everything while I’m asleep and I feel mad left out I feel mad alone when I wake up and you’ve streamed for hours and you’ve done all this stuff and I wake up and you’re asleep now and I’m alone all night and have to somehow get through the night myself having to be in my head with my anxiety and depression and it’s just really really shitty when I’m used to having you there to keep me out of my head, make me feel better and realize things aren’t that bad stand make me happy and comfortable but I can’t get any of that when I’m alone. I’m sorry I don’t want to complain but I feel lonely and I feel left out I don’t know what else To do I miss you and I just want the time with you…

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

kinktober masterlist

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

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Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower. His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.” He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

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It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

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