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leviathanspain · 6 months

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hi 🖤 idk if this is a good request? lol but i’d really like to read the ways carmen prefers to be with reader than claire/noticing she’s THE one and not the other way round, maybe there was a little bit of an overlap??? not necessarily cheating but- and how sugar or richie or syd notice that they are endgame

i wanna be yours

carmy berzatto x reader

synopsis: enemies to lovers, carmy likes the attitude he’s developed when he’s around you, far more than being with his girlfriend

part 2

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you knew he didn’t like you.

richie had hired you, after you had walked in with a pile of resumes, dropping off five copies of yours before walking off. he didn’t even get a word in, admiring your style of exiting instead.

he had called you not even an hour later and asked when you could start.

and here you were, a week into waitressing at the bear.

it was supposed to be this prestigious new restaurant opened by some hotshot chef. but you couldn’t be quite sure, chicago had just recently become your home. but quickly you learned the dynamics, except for him, who wouldn’t look you in the eye, let alone talk to him.

“y/n!” richie slammed a hand on the door, swinging it open, “third time calling, where is she?” he looked around in the kitchen, eyes searching for you.

richie looked at carm, who was just finishing a conversation with sydney, “yo cousin! have you seen your employee? her shift started twenty minutes ago!” his shouts drew eyes from the rest of the kitchen staff and carmy turned, sighing slightly as he walked up to richie.

“she’s your employee, cousin. you hired her, you deal with it.” his lip twitched up slightly and richie sighed, throwing his hands up, “it’s shot to hell, all of it!” he slammed another hand on the door and back to the front of house.

suddenly, you barreled through the kitchen’s back door, a bag on your shoulder, impossibly stuffed with belongings as you hurried to the locker room. carmy sighed with annoyance upon seeing you. he turned back around and tried to find something to busy himself with.

“hey boss,” you looked at carmy, who didn’t look up from his cutting, “sorry i’m late there was some-“ you had prepared an excuse! carmy didn’t say anything just shook his head, “don’t wanna hear it, go talk to richie.”

you felt your cheeks burn red with embarrassment as you bowed your head, shuffling past him and out of the kitchen.

“fucking finally! i was beginning to think you thought this shit was optional.” richie spat, throwing a towel at you, “start wiping down the tables for dinner.” you sighed, taking the towel off your chest, where it landed and stuck, and threw it onto a table.

for a moment, you watched as you wiped the table, before looking over at richie, who had his brows furrowed over the cash drawer.

“why does he hate me?” you had an arm on the counter, lips pouted slightly.

richie sighed, knowing exactly who you were asking about. “carmy’s just carmy.” you groaned loudly, “that’s all anyone ever says. it’s just an excuse for him to act like an asshole.”

richie shrugged, “that’s all i got. forget about it and just keep scrubbing, we don’t pay you for nothing, sweetie.”

you blew a breath out, doing just as he said.

“can you please tell carmy that i need friday off?” you hung onto richie’s arm, pulling him as he tried to run away from you earlier. you had been talking his ear off all day about your trip, and how you’ve been needing this.

richie pulled his arm back and held his hands up, “i’ll see what i can do. no promises though, friday night and it’s just me and you up here? we’ll see.” he tried to be realistic in a nice way, although he knew there was no way in hell you’d be able to get that day off.

“we’ll see isn’t good enough, rich. i really, really need this.” you had clasped your hands together to further express your desperation, and richie groaned, “ask him yourself then! im sick of having to be the bridge between you two.”

you blinked, “maybe if i knew why carmy hated me, then maybe i’d do something about it. but fine!” you walked over to the kitchen door, pushing it open. inside, you found the kitchen staff cleaning up. you refreshed your greeting with them before asking about carmy. sydney had directed you to the office, where only a dim light was the indicator that he was in there.

it took you a moment to build up the courage to knock, but the door swung open before your hand even reached it. carmy stood there, nostrils flared as if he had just taken a deep breathe, redness around his eyes, exhibiting his exhaustion.

there was genuine surprise on his face to see you, and you had to withhold a breath, “hey boss.” his blue eyes locked onto yours for a mere second before they floated away, resting somewhere on the wall behind you.

“what’s up?” his voice raised the question and you nodded, “right- i already talked to richie and he told me to ask you, and i don’t know if you’ll even say yes-“

“get to the point.” of course, you should’ve known by his fingers tapping against the door that he was getting impatient. he was important, and constantly busy, he didn’t have time for you or-

“i need friday off.” you breathed, feeling the release of your tension in your shoulders. you almost heaved just as he answered, unsure of what he would say.

“yeah, i guess that’s fine.” he shrugged slightly before clearing his throat. he closed his eyes slightly as your face lit up, “really? thank you, boss. i-“

“can i get past?” carmy interrupted your words and stared at the door, your body halfway covering it. “yeah- of course.” you scooted further into the office as carmy pulled on the doorknob. you felt the edge of the door tap your back, and you shuddered as it swung back and slammed as he left.

blowing out a breathe, you opened the door, eyes accidentally catching carmy’s, who was standing near the kitchen door. you looked away first, still reeling from the interaction in the office. as much grace as you’ve been giving him, it was getting exhausting having to hold yourself back.

“why is he so-“ you struggled for the words to describe your boss, especially to richie. you were frustrated, carmy’s constant dismissal of you, even when you were asking for something that would affect him and his workday, he didn’t care!

“y/n, it’s just cousin. he’s harmless, don’t worry about anything. you got the day off?” richie turned to look at you, your mouth still in a pout, but you nodded nonetheless, “yeah i did.”

“that’s good! just be happy you got it off, hmm?” he tried to be a mediator, tried to be nice and hear you out, but after hearing the two of you express your anguish over the other, day after day, he was getting sick of it. “why’d you ask for it off again? i thought you didn’t have a life.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stared at the ground for a moment, “that’s true. it’s my father’s- was, my father’s birthday.” you laughed slightly, pausing before speaking again, “he grew up here, going to the local theater with his father for his birthday every year. we’d make family trips every year to come back to chicago, watch movies with him in the same theater and share a slice of cake. after he passed, my sister and i were the only ones who did it for a while, but then she got married and suddenly, it was just me.” you shrugged, “and then i moved to chicago permanently, into the same house that my father lived in. and i got a job here.” you smiled weakly, “yeah.”

richie nodded, “yeah.” matching your tone of voice. he didn’t want to speak, letting himself sit with that. you were nice enough, a good kid, and he saw something in you, a little spark just wanting to be ignited fully. he didn’t know what it would take, but it seemed like you didn’t either.

carmy hadn’t realized that he had eavesdropped the entire conversation between you and richie until richie came into the kitchen, slamming the door against carmy, who had stood there, frozen, captivated by your story.

“cousin- get the hell out of the way!” richie barely glanced at carmy, too in a rush to even think to slow down.

carmy looked down at the door as he pushed the door open, out into the dining room. he looked up to see you wiping down the counters. you had a wet rag under your hand, and you were lost in thought as your hand moved in a circular, repetitive motion. you didn’t even notice him as he inched closer, unsure of what he was going to say when you noticed him.

“hey.” carmy realized he was speaking, and as you looked up, your attention. you couldn’t help but smile, this was the first time that you had seen him so still, and so in thought.

“hey.” you returned his greeting, letting the rag go, you turned your full attention to him. he laughed nervously and that made you smile even more. it was odd, how he changed so suddenly with you.

you raised an eyebrow, “is there something wrong?” he hadn’t said anything else, just staring in thought.

he shook his head, and returned himself to the kitchen.

“weird.” you exhaled, watching as the door swung shut behind him. how could carmy go from being the biggest asshole to you, to randomly greeting you then going silent.

you’d talk to richie about it later, but for now you had work to finish.

“claire.” carmy looked surprised to see his girlfriend. it was friday, and normally she stopped by on saturdays. “i thought you worked on fridays.” he pulled her into the office and claire shrugged, “i got off early, just to come see you.”

carmy nodded, “yeah. yeah.” claire raised an eyebrow at him, “i cant leave early tho. y/n asked for the day off and i didn’t realize how much she does so-“ he cut himself off watching as claire’s expression soured slightly.

carmy sighed, “i know- but i’m her boss, im going to have to talk to her eventually.” claire rolled her eyes, “god, i-“ she cut herself off and stood up, “that’s fine, carmen. i understand, really.” her tone sounded irritated as she opened the door. carmy found himself standing to rush after her, but stopped himself.

had he really made a judgement on you based on an experience claire had with you in grade school? so far, you hadn’t mentioned claire to be someone of the past, and carmy had wondered why.

carmy blinked, suddenly getting the urge to rush after claire. but as she walked right out the front door, carmy realized that he had been too late. normally, the guilt would set right in, but as he stared out into the dining room, he could imagine you standing at the counter, eyes shying away from his.

saturday had been a rough start for you. you had spent the whole night before, sobbing at the movie theater. your eyes had puffed up so much that you had to go home, barely able to see the movie through your tears. this time of year was rough for you, especially since your family hardly called. your father had been the glue to hold all your differences together, but it seemed not to have a lasting affect.

when you had arrived late to work, yet again, you had expected carmy to give you the silent treatment, or possibly even yell, but he hadn’t said anything.

except,

“i’m sorry about your dad.” he had looked down at the floor when he said it. you stared at him, shocked that he said anything to you besides the usual, and that he knew about your father.

“how long as it been?” more. he was talking more to you, “uhh-“ you couldn’t contain yourself, “two years. but it feels like-“

“yesterday. yeah i know.” he finished your sentence. “i lost my dad too. a while ago.” he shook his head, as if shaking the feeling that came along with it.

you nodded, holding a small smile that carmy had actually made conversation with you.

“thank you. and im sorry for your loss as well.” you brushed past him, still reeling.

months passed, changing things with time, including carmen.

not only had he become a better boss, but you could consider him a friend. transitioning to kitchen staff had made that happen, including moments that made you think of him as more.

there was no doubt of the chemistry you had with him. everyone noticed it, and sydney had half the mind to encourage it.

“you work so well together! he needs something and you’re there with it! it’s actually insane, like did you guys come from the same planet?” her voice got a little high as she rambled on and you laughed, “what planet would that be, syd?”

she shrugged, “something of greatness. i mean, he’s even said it himself-“

you held up a hand, ending her little ramble right then and there, “sydney. i am not anything like the world renowned chef that runs this place. im not even a sous! i was waiting tables just a month ago.” your hand pointed out to the dining room and sydney threw her hands up, “that’s exactly my point!”

you rolled your eyes, “please stop.” you couldn’t hear her anymore, not while carmy was just minutes from rounding the corner.

“want one?” carmy had noticed you were gone. the rush was starting to slow and you had decided to take a break, not knowing he would follow. there was a cigarette hanging in his mouth glumly, a lighter being tossed between his hands.

“i don’t really smoke.” you answered earnestly. carmy brought the lighter up to his mouth, taking a moment to light it. he inhaled, and you caught yourself staring at him as he exhaled.

“you don’t really?” he sat down, closer than he probably realized. you turned to look at him, eyes hooding as they focused on his cigarette. “mhm.” you answered, leaning a cheek on your hand.

you were reaching out before you realized, fingers wrapping around the cigarette, pulling it from his mouth and into yours.

carmy watched you with surprised eyes, as you took a long, deep drag. you exhaled it, hand outstretched to return it. he took it, smiling as he chuckled.

“i’m quitting.” you admitted. looking at carmy, waiting for him to react. he didn’t, and you laughed, “did you hear me, carmen?”

carmy took another drag, pulling out the cigarette to flick it against the concrete step, “no you’re not.”

“i am- i already talked to richie and syd-“ you found yourself trying to justify your decision until he raised his voice, “no you’re not! i said no!”

you flinched, not used to having him scream directly in your face. he didn’t need to, and so he never did.

until now.

your ears were still ringing. you had been staring at carmy’s side profile for five minutes, as he stared ahead in silence.

finally, “why not?” the pure shock had kept you quiet, but you had built up emotion, and your voice couldn’t help cracking.

carmy shrugged, “just don’t. just give me time, alright.”

your frustration grew with his vague answer. he was refusing your resignation, and now he was refusing to tell you why?

carmy panted quietly. he had been in the office for more than twenty minutes, watching as he phone buzzed with call after phone call from claire.

he couldn’t pick up, not when his head was full with thoughts of you. he knew it was wrong, he knew that claire should be the only girl on his mind, but she wasn’t and he felt horrible.

he stared at the phone, swallowing thickly as he picked up the phone, opening a desk drawer and tossing it in.

ever since he had found out that you had no idea who his girlfriend was, and that her entire reasoning to dislike you had been a lie, it had strained his relationship. but claire had been close to catching onto his disillusionment, and it seemed like she reached it.

he opened the office door, breathing in deeply as he saw you in the kitchen, eyes red rimmed but still diligently at work.

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angelelliee · 1 year

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-> Did i take it too far?

Summary ; Your heart yearned for Abby. Abby doesn’t even know your name.

Pairing ; modern!jock!abby x quiet!crybaby!reader

Word count ; 5.8k

A/N ; slow burn in my opinion. In this one everyones best friends and they all go to the same school 🫶🏻 maybe I’m also just a bitch who likes public rejection just for the asshole to feel bad and make it better idk I’ve written my fair share of these fics :3 also Abby is mean 🥰

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It felt childish to say you had a crush. Were crushes even a thing anymore? The second you saw Abby you knew you were shit out of luck. She was rough and bulging with muscles. And she never looked your way. You couldn’t count how many times you’d watch her from across the room or from your spot during lunch. The amount of times you’d wish she would look over and lock eyes with you.

How badly you wanted to know if she knew your name. And how badly you hoped she did. It was foolish. Childish as you said. There was no time for this. No time to worry if the pretty girl knew your name or knew of your existence.

You twirled your fingers around each other as you aimlessly listened to your friend talk nonsense at the table. You caught yourself peering over at Abby. You could only see the back of her head but that was enough for you. The tight feeling wound around your heart again. Foolish. So utterly stupid. “You lookin’ at Abby again?” Dina asked with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” You glared at the female beside you as she laughed at your expression. “Do you know how many times I catch you looking at her? I counted 15 yesterday, 3 today already”

Your face flushed. You grew hot and uneasy. Was it noticeable? Was your infatuation for a girl who didn’t know you were even alive that obvious? “Don’t worry though. I’m the only one who’s noticed. You should talk to her” your own laugh startled you. “Me? Talk to Abby?” The idea did cross your mind.

Going up and introducing yourself seemed normal. But knowing you, you'd forget your name and fumble over a simple “hi how are you?”

“I can’t” you stood up with your trash and tossed it out with a small huff. “I don’t have the balls. Nor do I think it’s a good idea” Dina stood beside you with a small sigh. “You’ll get there. I have to go now though. See you later tonight” you waved to your friend and nervously twisted the sleeves of your jacket again.

You wished the floor would suck you under. The annoying feeling of dread and hope never left your stomach. Was it so terrible to want to be seen? “Excuse me” you tensed at the sound of that familiar voice. “I’m sorry” you said quickly as you stepped out of Abby’s way. She didn’t look at you. And she didn’t say anything else. “I’m uh-“

Your jaw clenched as she walked off with ease. You rolled your lips again in pain and moved to leave the room before anyone could see the embarrassed crease on your face. “Who was that?”

“I dunno. She was in my way” Your face dropped as you heard the distant conversation. This place was hell. It was your own personal hell where it was constantly confirmed every day and almost every minute that you were a shadow. The door slammed behind you as you hustled away to hide until your class.

You laid on your back quietly as you replayed the events from earlier over and over again. Until it drove you almost crazy. Your fingers rubbed into your forehead as if you were trying to find the ‘delete all memories’ button. You were an idiot.

All you could squeak out was “I’m uh-“ who the fuck is “im uh-“ you groaned loudly as you pulled a pillow over your face. You wish you didn’t listen to Dina. That girl gave you too much confidence sometimes. While it was good when it came to many things, surely, it was never good when it came to this.

You were quiet. Stuck to yourself and Dina and Ellie. You liked to skip parties and smoke weed in your favorite spot. You liked to people watch and talk shit about said people in the comfort of your dorm. You never once saw yourself being the type to approach someone you liked.

“Open up” Ellie’s knuckles were rough against the wood that separated you and your two best friends. “Dina thinks you passed away. Let us in please” you hopped off the bed and padded over to the door, opening it with a small tug. “You know what she said about me today?” Ellie’s frown was immediate. “She said I don’t know her she was in my way”

Ellie’s scoff was comedic. And Dina’s “oh what the-“ was even better. You shut the door with a grunt and leaned your forehead against it. “Babe. Are you sure you even like her?” You rolled your body around by your head so you could face the two girls that sat on your couch. “Do you like her or do you like her muscles?” Dina’s finger pointed at you. As if she found some big secret.

“I’ve seen your ex-girlfriend before, on your Instagram before the purge. Abby has the same muscles” your eyes cast down to the rug that laid on the hardwood. That had to be it. You were just lonely and needed something to spice your life up. The room was quiet for a moment before you sighed and joined them in the other half of your dorm.

You tried to start talking but kept interrupting yourself with heavy huffs and small groans. “I’d like to think she’s a good person” Ellie looked at you sympathetically. “She plays for the college hockey team” you snorted loudly. “And?”

“And that makes her a dick!” Your eyes shut once your head gently thud against the wall behind you. “I’m just lonely,” you admitted.

Embarrassing. Shocking. Mortifying.

Your stomach felt heavy at the small coo Dina released as she sat beside you. “I just like to dream that maybe she knows my name” you hated that your voice cracked. You didn’t want to cry. Not over some girl.

You swallowed thickly in hopes it would get rid of that damn knot in your throat. “I like to think maybe she would say yes if I asked her out” you laughed lamely. “It’s a dream though. And it’ll stay that way” you accepted the tightly packed cone with a small sigh.

“I think she would. You’re pretty” you laughed wetly as you lit the end of the cone. “Thanks El” you mumbled and took a long inhale.

You stared out the window after the three of you finished. The high sat happily on your body and your brain was like mush. Yet Abby still resided. You remembered how good she looked today. Wearing a tight long sleeve and those stupid cargo pants. You could still tell how thick her thighs were.

You wanted to hold her hand so badly. Wanted to walk beside her and proudly say she was yours and you were hers. Again, a girl can dream. “I think I’m gonna tell her she played good tonight”

“Are you that high that you think we’re at a hockey game right now?” You laughed into your pillows and rolled onto your stomach. “No! No. I’m gonna tell her she played good tonight and introduce myself”

“There we go. That’s a good fuckin’ idea!”

Except it was a horrible idea. A horrible stupid idea that left you crying in a stall while shakily texting the group chat for support. You did it. Like you had said prior, you approached Abby. Head high, cutest outfit adorning your body, a small smile plastered on your glossy lips.

“You played well last night, Abby” Abby’s gaze met your eyes slowly. Confusion painted her freckled face. And at first you thought she was smiling genuinely. Till she laughed. Till the 4 other girls that sat with her laughed. You squeezed your binder to your chest a bit tighter.

“Seems like you’ve got a fan” one mumbled. “You were there last night?” You nodded numbly. Just wanting this to be over so you could leave. “What’s my jersey number?” You felt your mouth grow dry as she smirked at you. She was such an asshole yet she looked so attractive doing it. “37…” you trailed off, your body suddenly overheating at the laughter that filled your ears.

You wished there was a way to shrink yourself. To go back in time and slap yourself out of doing this. “Have a good day” you ended the conversation quickly and scurried off.

“I should’ve just stayed quiet” you muttered as your head rested against Dina’s chest. “It’s stupid” Her hand was warm against your back. “It’s not stupid” her voice was soft. She was so tender with you. You often wished everyone was like that. “I think you just fell for the wrong person” Ellie was kneeling in front of you. Her fingers pushed aside a piece of hair so you could look at her. “You fell for the worst person on the face of this earth”

“I did. I fell for someone who bullies me.” You sniffed and sat up a bit straighter. This would’ve looked weird to anyone who came into the ladies room. Three girls huddled in a little circle and ones crying. Typical for a Friday night at a party. Not typical for a Tuesday afternoon. “Do you have any more classes today? I’m gonna skip mine so you can come back with me”

Before you could answer, the door swung open. Abby took her time entering, eyes trained on her phone. And when she did look up she made eye contact with you immediately. You probably imagined the look of shame on her face.

Ellie was the first to stand. “Cmon” she put her hand out so she could help you up. You gathered your stuff with Dina’s help. “You got a staring problem, Anderson?” Ellie was rough, her face and tone of voice giving away that she was pissed. “Nope. Sorry” she stepped aside with a small squeak of her shoes. You could feel her eyes on you as you left quickly behind the two.

You were thanking whoever was above that you had no classes till Wednesday afternoon. You were alone for a while. Enjoying the silence as you aimlessly scrolled through your apps. You stopped crying after you settled into your pajamas and knew you were safe from the outside world till tomorrow.

Your phone buzzed again with another notification. This time it wasn’t Ellie sending another stupid pun. It was from Instagram. More importantly it was from Abby Anderson’s Instagram.

Abbs_Ander : hey

Your jaw clenched as you stared at the dm. The little gray message reading “in chat” under her username. You typed out a simple “hey” right back. You were cautious. You weren’t sure if this was a joke or not.

Abbs_Ander : did i make you cry today?

You scoffed. She was really that dense huh? You sniffed before replying “why’s it matter?” You hated how you stared at the chat box. How you anxiously waited for her to reply. How excited you were that she found your Instagram.

Abbs_Ander : because. I wasn’t expecting to walk into the bathroom and see you on the floor.

Abbs_Ander : I didn’t think that would hurt your feelings.

You sat up and held your phone in both hands. What the fuck was happening? You squeezed your eyes shut, opening to type out “it did. Since you suddenly care.”

Abbs_Ander : I’m sorry

You clench your jaw and with a double tap you like her message and shut off your phone.

Enough of whatever that was.

The next day in class you felt your phone vibrate again in your pocket. Dina cast a glance at you as you opened it under the desk.

Abbs_Ander : hey

You looked over at your friend and tilted your phone so she could see the screen. You held your breath as her eyes widened, mouthing a “what the shit” to you.

Abbs_Ander : I like what your wearing today

Abbs_Ander : you’re*

Dina looked like she was on the verge of crying from how hard she was trying to keep her composure. “Don’t open that till we see Ellie” you nodded wordlessly and shoved your phone back in your pocket. You looked over your shoulder, tensing when you saw Abby already looking at you.

You looked away quickly and went back to trying to write your notes. But once the time hit 4 pm, Dina was practically cramming her stuff into her bag. “Quicker. Pack quicker, we have to go” you laughed as you tried to neatly put your stuff away. Abby’s ears perked at the sound of your laughter. She never noticed you until now. Until you approached her.

She was intrigued. Someone who was so quiet and friendly approaching her was uncalled. It never happened to her. “Don’t tell me you like that little fan of yours” her gaze was harsh as she looked at her teammate. “Shut the fuck up” she hauled her bag onto her shoulder and stomped her way down the aisle of tables and left with her friends in tow.

“Does anyone here want to tell me why Abby is texting her?!” Dina announced as she let herself and you into Ellie’s room. “She did what?” You handed the phone to Ellie’s awaiting palm and sat beside her. “I didn’t think that would hurt your feelings?!” She scoffed. “Oh then she said she likes your outfit and used the wrong your”

You stifle a laugh against your knuckles before taking the phone back. “Tell her to fuck herself” You snorted as you began to reply “I’m surprised you noticed”

You hated the feeling of excitement that settled in your heart when you replied to her. Or when the little green dot would appear next to her name. You listened to the two girls talk about whatever came to mind as you waited for her to reply. No. You couldn’t do this to yourself. She was just being nice. She felt bad she made you cry and come next week it would be over. You’d just be another face to her.

Abbs_Ander : you’re really pretty

Abbs_Ander : yellow is my favorite color

You tried to hide the stupid smile that dared to overcome your face. “Hey! Don’t text her” You shut your phone quickly and set it aside. “I’m sorry!” You laughed and scooted closer to Ellie so you could rest your head on her shoulder. Yet the thought of texting Abby back was heavy on your mind.

You were on and off texting. You’d text a bunch during the day then ignore each other for a week. Abby would view your stories of your selfies and your videos of Ellie doing something stupid and you’d like her stories of her photos of her at practice or announcing another win. And that was it. You never spoke in person. You never approached her like you did before.

You stayed separate. Abby wasn’t meant to be yours. You came to that conclusion a while ago after you saw she was clearly on a date. Curse you for following her back. You wished that was your hand in that photo she posted. You wished it was your posts she reposted and you so badly wished she would just talk to you in person. There it was again.

That funny feeling in your heart. Where you find yourself laying in bed listening to music and thinking about her. About how she was probably so warm at night. How nice it would just be to be wrapped in her arms. How good it would feel to know she was all yours. You got yourself so wound up in the glee of texting her, you forgot who she truly was.

Sometimes you felt like Abby was going to ask you to hang out. She’d drop hints on where she was. What time practice ended. What you were up to. And while you debated heavily on agreeing and going wherever she was, you weren’t going to be some lost puppy following her around. You’d prefer to be the lost puppy who watched from afar and day dreamed about her.

Abbs_Ander : do you wanna do something tonight?

You breathed deeply before trying to think of a reply. What do you say to that? ‘Oh yes please I’ve been thinking about this day since I first saw you months ago!’ Absolutely not.

“Like what?”

Abbs_Ander : idk. Something private

Uh oh.

Abbs_Ander : I don’t wanna get caught with you lol

There it was. There was the real Abby Anderson you knew and unfortunately liked. She didn’t wanna be caught with you. Caught with the girl who’s friends with the weirdo potheads. The quiet girl who is a pothead.

You opted to leave her on read. How could she think you’d just be okay with that? And you were so stupid to almost believe she liked you.

Abbs_Ander : you’re really pretty. I’ve said that multiple times before

Abbs_Ander ; and I want to see you

You glared at your phone before hastily typing out “I’m good. Have a good night”

Fuck Abby Anderson. And not in the way you’ve dreamt about.

“Hey” you stopped your fingers from fiddling with the keyboard on your laptop so you could look up. And meet the gaze of the one person you did not wanna see. If you had told yourself months ago that “yes Abby is a dick. Leave it alone” you would’ve.

“Hi” you answered quietly and went back to typing. She stood in front of the picnic table you were perched on. You didn’t dare to look at her again. Hoping it was just some mirage and Abby wasn’t actually standing before you. “Are you ignoring me?” You scoffed suddenly. “Excuse me?”

“What did I say that made you want me to leave you alone?”

You looked at her wordlessly. Her brows were tightly creased. And she looked genuinely confused. You rolled your lips together in silence as you weighed your options. “Read the texts back and you let me know”

The table creaked from the added weight of another person. “Maybe it was because you said you didn’t want to get caught with me.”

Abby’s knuckles knocked gently against the wood as she listened. You closed your computer with a quiet snap, nails tapping against the top as you watched her. She avoided your gaze. “We both know why you texted me. It was out of pity. You felt bad because you made me cry. And you continued to text me because you felt bad”

Abby finally met your eyes. You felt yourself shrink a bit before sitting up straight again. “You don’t actually like me, Abby. Be honest”

“No I don’t. My friends made me feel like shit. That’s why I texted you”

You could tell she was angry. She was clearly hiding something. Something she wasn’t just going to tell you about. You nodded in agreement as you listened to her. “I’m sorry that I like you” her eyes dragged towards yours at your statement. You were so filled with emotions that you just started letting it out.

“It must be so gross that someone actually likes you for you huh? It’s so goddamn awful that I see you and not just the hockey getup. that someone who has no social status has a crush on you. Isn’t it, abby?”

“It is. It fuckin’ freaks me out.” You nodded slowly as your lips begin to wobble. You swallowed again and stood up abruptly. “Well i'm sorry. I’m really sorry it’s me and not some ice dancer” you grabbed your laptop and walked off quickly, feeling Abby’s eyes on your back as you walked towards the doors of the next building you needed to be in.

During the time you two were texting, Abby was beginning to feel something for you. She felt seen for once. She was struck by how you asked how her day was. How you didn’t ask if she was single or if she wanted to fuck. How you genuinely wanted to know her. You wanted Abigail, not Abby.

You were sweet. You were so sweet and gentle and real. She could tell you were real by how you spewed your emotions at her. Yet she despised how her chest did that stupid thing again.

Abby stood with a small groan, staring at the door before seeing your bag caught her eye. She picked it up by the handle and put it over her shoulder. She wasn’t done with this conversation.

“Abby ambushed me today and I forgot my fuckin’ bag”

“Okay potty mouth” Ellie kicked the chair out from across from her so you could sit. “Where were you sitting?” You set your laptop and phone down with a huff. You didn’t realize you were bagless till you got to class and had to write your notes on your laptop. “At the picnic table in the courtyard. I was writing and she came out of nowhere” you stopped for a moment.

“She texted me last night again and asked to hang out” Ellie’s brows raised in shock. “I almost went. Till she said she didn’t want to be caught with me” Ellie threw her head back with a long groan. Her hand covered her face. “There’s so many problems with this one. You really need to be find someone else to like”

You stared at the brunette for a beat of silence before laying your forehead on your arms. “I’m sorry” her hand wrapped around your forearm in comfort. “I know how hard it is to really like someone and they turn out to be a bigger asshole than expected” you looked at her quietly and smiled a little. “Your bags gone” Dina breathed heavily as she sat across from you.

You had forgotten you texted Dina about it, seeing as you had zero confidence due to that interaction. “Shit” you sighed, rubbing your hands against your face. “I looked everywhere,” she promised. You smiled at her once more before resting your head on your arms again. The two girls shared a look before changing the topic.

Your phone buzzed loudly against the lid of your laptop cover. You pulled it off and under the table where you could see without lifting your head up.

Abbs_Ander : I have your bag. Meet me in the locker room for it.

Fucker.

The evening rolled around and you trailed down the long hallway quietly. It was cold, you realized that you were underdressed the second you walked in. You didn’t change, seeing no point when it was just to get your bag. It was quiet as you opened the door to the locker room. You grit your teeth in angst as you walk into the eerily quiet area.

“Abby?” You called, hoping it was either just her or no one. You were really wishing she would’ve just dropped it at your dorm and left. But things were never that easy for you. You continued to look around quietly, gripping your phone and the edge of your dress simultaneously. “Surprised you came” you clutched your chest in shock as you spun around to look at the voice.

“Here” she jutted the bag out towards you, avoiding eye contact. “Thank you” you whispered, carefully taking the bag from her. Your fingers brushed against hers tenderly. “You’re right about what you said ya know?” She started. You held your bag at your side as you looked up at her. “About what?”

“That I hate that you have a crush on me”

You scuffed the toe of your shoe against the concrete floor. She breathed harshly before continuing. Surprisingly. “Also how much I hate that you look at me from across the room. How much I hate that you approached me that day.” Abby stepped a bit closer. “But what I fucking hate the most is how much I liked it” your forehead furrowed quickly as you looked at her straight on. “I fucking hate how i thought about you the rest of that day. You came up to me and said you liked how I played when you weren’t there.”

Abby stopped a couple inches from you. “I hate you walking past me with your loud mouth friends and I can smell your perfume. Or how when you hand me a pencil now and again and I see your nail color. I hate that I look forward to seeing what you’re wearing for the day. And I hate….no I fucking despise how I made you cry” you listened intently.

Your mouth was dry from how you were opening and closing it like a fish. “I went on that date the other day and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I got excited when I found your Instagram on the first try and I….i typed out the same message five times before texting you. And you replied and I got excited”

You kept your eyes on her regardless of her not looking at you. “I just don’t want my teammates to tear you apart. That’s why I wanted to meet in private. It was hard enough knowing you cried once or however many times over me, I couldn’t handle knowing my friends were assholes to you”

You shut the gap between you two. Abby kept her eyes on the floor, now staring at your pretty shoes. All your clothes were pretty. You were pretty. “Abby,” you whispered. Your palm was gentle as you pressed it against her shoulder. Abby inhaled suddenly through her mouth and surged down to press her lips to yours.

Her rough hands were sweet against your soft face as she pulled you close by your jaw. You gasped airly as you began to kiss back, dropping your stuff to wrap your arms around her neck. You were struggling with standing on your tiptoes to reach her lips. “I hate how horny you make me too” you snickered and shrugged. “I can say the same thing” Abby’s arms were suddenly under your thighs, wrapping your calves around her waist.

Your back pressed against a cold locker, causing you to arch into her as you continued your kissing.

“I’m gonna destroy you” her voice was thick with dominance. Her large hands were squeezing your thighs and ass as her lips left a trail of wet kisses along your neck. “Come to my place after practice” you tugged her ponytail softly to get her attention. “We can take our time there”

Friday night. Ellie and Dina had some bright idea to go to a party and you made some lame excuse about “wanting to just watch movies and ignore the outside world” but you promised you’d be there for the Saturday outing.

Abbs_Ander : I’m here. What number?

You bit your lip in anticipation as you replied with your room number and bounced towards the door. Before she could knock you had already opened the door for her. “Hi” you greet shyly. Abby’s lips were pinker than usual. And she was smiling just a bit.

“Hey” she greeted. She seemed nervous as she walked into your room. Looking around for a spot to set her bag down. “C'mere” her hands were back on your face like earlier. Her lips were cold from practice, her hands warm and slightly shaking from being pressed against you. She was so tall and lean, and she could easily manhandle you.

You felt your thighs clench at the thought of that and began to lead her towards your bed. “Do you want this?” Her voice was low, forehead pressed against yours and noses rubbing together. “Would it help if I admitted I’ve thought about this?”

“Fuck” Abby’s lips were on yours again in a second, one hand cupping the back of your neck and the other was eagerly pulling at the fabric of your silk sleep shorts. “Lay down. Let me show you what the real thing is like” you laughed softly and kissed her once more before flopping onto your bed.

Abby’s front made contact with your core as she slotted herself between your awaiting thighs. “Has anyone made you cum before?” You shook your head shyly as you looked up at her. “I’ve been with a couple people but they just don’t know where it is…” you trailed off bashfully. “Don’t get shy. They didn’t know where the clit was?”

You nodded as you bit your lip. “Yeah” you gasped as her thigh made direct contact with your pussy through the thin material of your sleep shorts. “I just found it” she teased, hands gripping onto your hips tightly “take my pants off, sweetheart.” You rubbed your palms down her chest and stomach. Nimbly taking ahold of her belt and undoing it with carefulness.

And once she shimmied out of the fabric, you felt lightheaded. Her thighs and legs were toned. And you could see a distinct bulge in her boxers. “You know what that is?” She purred, her hand going to the back of your head to guide you to look at her. “That’s my cock. And you’re gonna suck it” you knew it was a strap. But the way she said it so easily made your pussy grow wetter. “On your knees” she knelt one knee on the bed and the other stood on the floor.

You dropped down onto the floor with a small grunt from the sudden hardness on your bare knees. You wished at that moment you had opted for a rug over here like you planned. You rubbed the silicone toy through her boxers softly as you looked up at her. Eyes glinting with excitement. Abby’s lips pursed in a coo as you pulled her out slowly. “Big isn’t it?” She teased.

Your eyes locked with the silicone tip of Abby’s cock, gazing up at her with wide eyes. “Open” Her order was soft yet affirmative. You’d be stupid to not obey. Considering you’ve been dreaming about this since you first saw her in a muscle tank. You wrapped a hand gently around the base.

You opened your mouth carefully and with ease took just the tip in to get a taste and feel. Abby’s lip caught between her teeth as she watched you. Her eyes were shining with nothing but lust. You pushed your mouth further down the toy, lips stretching around the girth. “Look at me, princess.” You felt her fingers tap your cheek to get your attention.

“Look at me. Remember who’s cock you’re sucking”

You locked eyes with her again as the tip of her cock nudged the back of your throat. Her grin was widening as she saw just how deep you had taken her. “Gettin’ it nice and soaked for me right, princess?” You nodded as best you could, eyes never leaving hers.

“Get on the bed” rough fingers cupped your jaw and led your mouth off her, leading you to the bed with ease as she kissed you again. “Get on your knees” she tapped your cheek with two fingers. You smiled lightly as you followed her instruction. You got onto the bed and pushed your ass up.

“Fuck” you heard Abby inhale as she pulled the sleep shorts and your panties down with one pull. “I’ll get a taste of this pussy next time” the comment alone made you clench, your pussy entirely wetter than before. “Ready?”

“Yes- yes please” you sounded pathetic. You knew you sounded pathetic but you needed Abby inside you. You needed to feel her slide in and fuck you however she pleased. You gasped loudly as you felt the tip ease in. “Oh fuck look at that…just lettin’ me in” she purred, continuing to push in carefully.

“Good girl” you moaned into the pillows once she fully sat inside you, squeezing your hips and ass. Whatever skin she could get her hands on. You dug your nails into the sheets as you panted heavily, pushing your hips back against her. “Needy little princess” she started to push her hips back and forth. Giving you more time to warm up.

Her muscled arm reached around your neck. Her bicep setting under your jaw and her lips against your ear. “Tell me how good this feels” your eyes rolled back into your head as she started to thrust hard and deep. Hitting spots you didn’t even know were there. “Feels so- fuck…so good” you whined heartily, reaching one sweaty palm up to hold onto her forearm.

“You sound so pathetic ya know? Crying on my cock like that” you moaned even more at her cocky snicker, biting your lip as she moaned hotly against your ear. “But you make me feel so good, I can feel it” she assured, flexing her arm to choke you a bit more. “Abby” you moaned louder.

“Takin’ it like a fucking champ” you could cry from how good it felt. Being so full and degraded like this. Abby’s husky fucked out voice in your ear. Her cock inside you. Kissing your g spot over and over again. “Bet you sound so pretty when you cum as well” she stuttered at the end, grunting out an airy ‘fuck’ as she thrusted harder.

Her hips were relentless, her free hand reaching over to grab yours that was fisting the sheets. “I want you to cum” Abby groaned. Her teeth nipping your ear. “Can I cum?” You asked almost too quickly. “Please. Please Abby” you begged. “Shit…my pretty fucking girl” she pulled away to grab your hips so she could begin properly pounding into you.

“Soak my cock. Fucking do it” Her head rested between her shoulders as she kept up her infiltration. Your shaky hand reached down to circle your clit. “That’s so hot holy- fuck” you cried out her name in pleasure as you felt yourself cum suddenly. Your ears were ringing, your pussy definitely dripping, and her hands never leaving their spot from your hips.

“That’s it. Good job, princess” you huffed heavily and reached back to grab her hand again. Fingers intertwined softly as she slowed down. Her chest moving up and down rapidly, the same as yours. You groaned when you were empty but took the opportunity to lay down with a grunt. Abby was shuffling around behind you. Which gave you time to mentally prepare for her to leave.

“Scoot” you cracked opened your eyes and moved over limply. Her body was warm. Hands tender as she pulled you close to her side. You laid your head against her shoulder. “Hope that was good” you snickered at her comment. “It was perfect” you looked up at her right when she looked down at you.

The small smile on her raw lips was intoxicating. And right before you could lean up to kiss her, the door opened. The sound of loud conversation and laughter filled the originally quiet room. You looked over quickly causing Abby to do the same. Ellie was the first person you made eye contact with. And the look on her face was immediately scary.

“Oh this” Ellie stopped momentarily. “This is fuckin’ rich”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #the last of us x reader

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dilfhos · 8 months

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STRAY

#!WHO : SHIGARAKI TOMURA

#!CC: puppygirl!reader, thoughts of depravity, readers kinda naive, no thots just dick, there’s no expressive consent but reader’s kinda dumb and needy, use of “doggy” and “pup”. reader does actually bark (not them arf, yips! like a husky, heady bark.) MDNI.

+bringing back this banger from my old blog. you can also read it on my ao3. im nervous lol idk how its gonna hold up 2 years later, diff audience. i can’t remember the ask specifically but it was something like Shigaraki finding a stray and he ends up using her. omg and i want to tag @bakatenshii idk if you remember my old alias but i do remembered you loved this fic!

+NETWORK(S): @angelshub @bitchcraftinc (i keep forgetting to do this mL, excuse the random @/lovelies)

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad…

Shigaraki still wonders how he ever let this be, an animal-woman hybrid living in his already cramped apartment. Doesn’t know why he hadn’t bothered to kick you out either. But it could be anybody’s guess as to why you still remain.

It all started when he got into an argument with his landlord, one that required him the self control to back off and avoid killing the bastard. It was rainy but Shigaraki paid no mind to the stinging raindrops that pelted his skin and soaked his clothes. It was dark out, but not too dark as to not notice you cowering against the side of his building upon his return. Your eyes were closed as you trembled in the cold rain.

Shigaraki didn’t know why he found himself moving closer to get a better look at you but when your eyes shot open, he found himself almost curious. He’d never seen anything like you before. Especially when your ears, you very doglike ears twitched forward, erect and alert. But you didn’t seem all that afraid. You were dressed in soaked shirt that was too big for you as it sagged off your body.

He crouched down and you inched toward him reluctantly and as you moved from your previous position, his eyes sought out the tail that had been tucked in between your legs.

“Hey, there you are,” Someone cooed from behind him. Shigaraki turned to eye the man. There was nothing all that remarkable about him; he wore all black, his hood over his head save for a few dark locks that stuck to his brows. Shigaraki wasn’t the least bit intimidated. But that couldn’t be said for you as you frantically dove into his arms, letting out a frightened whimper. Your ears flattened against your head as your hands curled into Shigaraki’s coat.

He wanted to back you off and leave from the situation as it had nothing to do with him and was fixing to do so when he looked down. Your pupils were blown and eyes glossy, pleading.

He sighed before standing, pulling you up with him to stand on trembling feet.

“She yours?” Shigaraki mumbled. You moved behind him, your hands tightening on his clothes.

“Heh, yeah, ran right out through the door. Isn’t that right baby?” You growled all while cowering behind Shigaraki’s form.

“No collar,” Shigaraki noted.

“Been meaning to get her one. C’mon baby, why don’t you leave the nice man alone and come back home with me?” He cooed.

The utter confidence and trust you had in Shigaraki at this moment was appalling. He barely covered the man in terms of height and upon first glance, he looked rather average. Definitely not the type to win in a fist fight. So why were you so dependent on him to save you?

Shigaraki didn’t have time to really think too much about it because the man advanced, silver glinting under the streetlamp. You yelped and cowered back against the wall again, covering your eyes.

You heard a grunt followed by a pained cry as that then died into the sound of pelting rain. When you lowered your shaky hands, Shigaraki was standing over a pile of what looked to be ash, the knife a few feet away.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t seem to shake you.

You’re loyal and to him, it’s annoying. Showing up at his doorsteps turns into you sleeping on his ratty couch. His chasing you away turns into grumbles of tolerance. The typical sneer he wears when you come sniffing around dissolved in hidden blushes and twitched lips as your distrustful cowering eventually turn into you becoming disturbingly comfortable around him.

After another day of pressing his key into the lock does he already see you on the other side of the door, tail whipping back and forth in excitement as you await his return. Except he isn’t really in the mood. Today was particularly bad and he wanted nothing more than to possibly let off steam, maybe watch something, blow his load and sleep.

“Stupid mutt, stop doing that!” He growls when his back immediately slams against the door, eyes narrowed in the way you smile up at him.

“Welcome home sir.” You beamed.

Another thing you picked up was calling him ‘sir’. Despite the many times he tells you not to. He wasn’t your last owner, and honestly, he’d like it if you didn’t call him anything. But every one of his complaints go through one ear and out the other with you having half the intelligence of an actual dog.

He recoils when he feels your tongue graze his neck. Groans when it doesn’t just end there. You’re licking his chin, his neck, and when your tongue laps over his lips, he’s trying to buck you off. But you’re so persistent as you press further against him, your front grinding up against his groin unknowingly.

Shigaraki bites back a moan at your ignorance, his cock already hardening from your aimless shifting.

You couldn’t feel the bulge pushing against your thigh? The soft grunts he’d release when you’d lap at the rough skin of his neck? You can’t be that stupid or then maybe you are.

But would it be that bad if you are? Because then he wouldn’t feel guilty when he dreams of stuffing you full with his cock. You practically ask for it every chance you get with him. The sleeping in his bed, your excessive show of affection, the sickening devotion in your eyes.

And then, isn’t it what he deserved? He did save you that night. Do you even remember how easy it could have been for him to just walk away? To give you up to that creep? Sure it only happened a few weeks ago but he thinks of that night as if it was only the last. How when he brought you home and went to retrieve a towel to dry you up, you were on your hands and knees practically presenting yourself to him as you slumped in exhaustion. As if giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted to and by gods, it took everything with him not to.

He wasn’t a hero, not by a long shot. And maybe you didn’t have the mental capacity to accept that he was actually a villain because in your eyes, he was your savior.

But as said, today was a particularly bad day and right now he felt anything but.

So just this once he’ll give in. Whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter to him at this point, already past contemplation. After all you’re his pet now, his property and if he can’t do this then what good are you really?

You release your little whimpers and when you look up, your eyes are wide, so full of confusion when he suddenly has you on your hands and knees pressing into you from behind on the floor. Your owner wears a new look, his eyes so feral, teeth gritted. And you know that look; it was the look of your last owner among all the other men that tried to take you on the streets. Hunger. Greed. Desperation.

And you should be wary, should cower away from the carnality in his eyes because you know better than anyone that when it’s present one thing is desired. Yet, you hold your ground. You don’t struggle, in fact he could just make out the way your hips shimmy back a little bit and the whine that surfaces from your throat.

You just can’t help it, the air around you has changed. A thick cloud of hot lust is weighing down around you and so much so, you can’t help but to submit. Besides you trust him one for reasons you can’t figure out.

Shigaraki refuses to meet your eyes, instead he quickly fumbles with his belt and takes out his hard cock. A blush spreads across his face when he eyes the steady slick trailing down your thighs and upon closer inspection he can see how swollen you were and that’s what does him in.

It’s what has him surging forward, bottoming out completely inside of you. Your ears flatten against your head as you let out the neediest sounding moan, one that has a shiver licking down his spine.

“Shit. Shit,” He should feel ashamed, taking advantage of you like this. But he clings on the fact that he’s a villain, that’s his justification. A villian with his pet, that’s all this is.

It’s fueling his newfound vigor as he speeds up, the heat of your tight cunny sucking him in with every cant of his hips.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as his own thrust forward, his cock forcing past your tight ring of muscle. You look back again, your eyes glossy with tears, long tongue hanging out as you whine and pant. He was so thick, so heavy within your tight, hot walls. Your nails scrape helplessly against the dingy carpet as he rocks into you with so much drive.

In the midst of your panting and whining surfaces his voice, so grating and filthy as he tumbles every degrading name in the book. It should worry him and yet it has his stomach knotting up, his thighs and glutes tightening as he holds on to your hips for dear life. And in the midst of that is the loud, wet, shlicks of each sink into you.

“My needy little bitch. Taking my cock like a good doggy,” He grits, eyeing the recoil of your ass against his hips.

His hand seeks out the base of your tail as he uses it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. And it hurts, it has the tears spilling over and yet, your cunt only tightens around him some more.

“F-Feels good sir!” You cry out at about the same time as he mumbles,

“Good doggy, such a good pup,” And at his praise, your ears bend forward, and your tail begins to switch slowly in his gasp. You feel a knot in your tummy, desperately winding down to what you’re chasing. It has you rocking back against him needy to have, so so needy. And the way your resolve has melted away, it makes all his thoughts of guilt completely vanish, leaving him with an unbearable need to fill you up.

He’s quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spreads you wide.

You were so wet, inhumanly so as it’s gushing down onto the carpet and the sight alone has him nearly cumming right then and there but he holds it. At least until he’s thrusting into you again, your head thrown back as you let out a broken whine. Your tits bounce with all the force he’s using as he’s putting everything into these last moments. His one track kind only focuses in the tuft of fur above your cunny, at the way your puffy lips pull part each time he's pushing forward and the slick coating his cock.

You’re yelping with each kiss he delivers to your cervix, hands desperate to hold onto to your new owner. You reach out and he grasps your wrists, using you to thrust impossibly deeper into you. Static fills his mind as his eyes roll back, his hips slamming against yours, balls smacking your ass each time.

“Fuck, fuck cumming!”

“Sir! Sir please-” You cut your own self off with a heady bark, one that startles him. It’s also what has him groaning as he twitches, his seed spilling so suddenly into you. Your pussy milks him as you gush around his dick and it has him falling over, elbows pressed into the carpet on either side of your head. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hips shimmy up against him, whining as you push past your own limits, twitching every so slightly at the overstimulation and sealing this moment of what would be the best one in your simple little head.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad.

He also thinks he should probably name you.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #bnha #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia #bnha tomura #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigraki #ik its too early to post but i want it out of my drafts before i change my mind about posting it #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #boost if you can #[ output—☆ ]#tw hybrids

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leclerced · 6 months

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OK OK ORR (not rlly a req bc idk how you’d write this?) but innocent reader being best friends with Oscar and telling him u fingered urself for the first time/came for the first time and he’s trying to stay calm & supportive like he’s not the hardest person ever rn😭 hed be fighting for his life trying to keep his tone composed fnfnfnf hoping she doesn’t look down at his bulge

oh my GOD! i got an idea an ran with it i hope u like it babes

she’s never had a real orgasm before even though she’s had sex a few times w dif boyfriends, but they couldn’t get her off and she just didn’t really know how to do it herself, she could never push herself over the edge. so one day she stumbles upon a sex shop and gets a little bullet on a whim, goes back to the hotel and has her first ever orgasm. she’s super excited about it the next day and he notices her good mood and asks about it and she says “it’s nothin! just had a really good nights sleep, comfy bed.”

he slept horribly the night before, so he jokes, “mind if i sleep in your bed tonight? mines shit” for some reason, the teasing tone makes her flush and she blinks at him stupidly for a second, mind drifting to how she’d planned on trying to make herself cum again. “sorry, i didn’t mean-“

he tries to take it back but she cuts him off, “no it’s fine- uh, that’s- we can have a movie night.” he nods and grins, trying to figure out why she’s acting different today but forgets about it when he gets busy with work until he’s back in her hotel room later that night. she’d just gotten out of the shower when he arrived and she was in cute matching pajama shorts and a long sleeve henley when she opens the door to his knock.

like they have dozens of times, they crawl into bed together and he wraps his arms around her. despite being more comfortable laying in this bed, it’s because she’s in it and he’s not alone. his back is aching from last night and he’d actually hoped he’d gotten stuck with an old mattress and that her’s would be newer and softer, but both were firm and he didn’t sink into it like he wanted. “your bed feels like a rock, no way you got any good sleep on it last night.” he teasingly complains.

she sighs and after a moment she confesses, “yeah, thats not why i had a good nights rest.” it feels safe laying in bed like this with him, like she can say whatever without fear of judgement or being overheard.

his eyebrows raise and he hums, “what’s that? have you been smoking again?” he huffs, “that’s not fair, i can’t do it.”

she giggles, “you know i only do that at home. no i uh- god, this is embarrassing. i’ve never had an orgasm- well before last night.”

oscar’s breath hitches and she feels his fingers twitch against her stomach where his hand slipped under her shirt. “really? how? i didn’t know that.” clearly he didn’t know that, but he’d assumed.

she huffs, “kinda thought i couldn’t, some women can’t. but i got a vibrator yesterday and i- sorry, i don’t know why i’m giving you all the details- but i slept well because of it.” she ends it with an awkward giggle, thankful she can’t see the look on his face and he can’t see the flush on hers. he’s thankful for another reason, happy that she’d gotten herself off, happy that no one else had done it. his eyes have gone dark and all he’s thinking about is the fact that she’s had one orgasm in her entire life and it was the night before, in this very bed. he’s thinking about the sounds she made, how she looked, how good it felt after years of disappointment.

he clears his throat but his voice still comes out thick, “you don’t have to apologize, can tell me anything. i wouldn’t make fun of you.” he tries to push back the thoughts, but his cock is already half hard from his wandering mind and he’s praying she can’t feel it pressed against her.

she lets out a little laugh, her body shifting against his and his hand twitches against her skin again, fingers pressing into her stomach as she says, “i know that, but you don’t care about my lack of orgasms. not like it would’ve mattered anyways.”

oscar’s mind spins and he can’t help but say, “could’ve just made you cum if you told me sooner.” he can’t take it back, doesn’t want to take it back even though she goes silent and still in his arms. he starts to regret it just before she’s turning in his arms and pressing her lips to his before he even registers they’re face to face

he’d make her cum in every way he can think of to make up for lost time, for every guy she’d fucked that hadn’t made her cum. and even though they’d sleep really well for about two hours before he has to go to the track, they’d both be exhausted all day.

#ask #anon #oscar piastri smut #op81 blurb #op81 smut #op81

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zorosq · 11 months

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(ii) fated meeting ; coby

↻ fluff, mutual feelings, confession, grammatical error (?)

↻ pairing ↬ coby x fem!reader!

@trafalgardnami asked: Hi. I guess since request are open, I’d like to please request a part 2 to the Koby x reader fic, fated meeting? Part one was perfection! Thank you so much. I love your work so much! 🧡

a/n idk why i always switch his name from c and k everytime. this sucks btw 😭

“i had a dream about you last night,”

the pink haired male raised an eyebrow. “about what?” he asked softly. your eyes finally met his. it was filled with longing for his love and affection. you chuckled softly. “forget about it,”

the night sky continued to shine with stars and moon decorating them. the two of you continued to lay on the hard wood of the deck, gazing at the stars as you did so. “y/n, why do you always do that?” coby suddenly asked. you looked at him once again, confusion written all over your face.

“do what?” you asked him back. “you always look at me as if…” he let the words died down in his throat. “i did?” you chuckled. the male only nodded, confirming your question. “maybe it’s true,” you smiled before getting yourself into a sitting position.

“it’s late, you should go back to your cabin. we wouldn’t want our captain coby to wake up late,” you changed the subject as you stretch your arms.

as the sun rises, coby still couldn’t get your implications out of his head. he didn’t even notice that garp had been calling for him. garp starts picking his nose, slightly offended by coby’s silence. after a long span of silence, the older male finally uses his fist of love on his young prodigy.

“ow…” coby rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain. “what was that for, garp-san?!”

“you were daydreaming. that’s no good,” the older man shook his head. “you were staring at my granddaughter,” he pointed out. this made the younger male to blush. “i did?” he managed to ask. his fellow marine friend, helmeppo, appear out of nowhere and started nodding. “did you guys fight or something? the two of you would always be stuck to each other’s side every day, every hour,” helmeppo said.

“perhaps you’re in love with her?” garp laughed. this only made his face to be more flustered. “w-what?!” he squeaked out. helmeppo nod his head in agreement.

“i-i was just thinking about what she said last night,” coby suddenly frowned. this caught garp’s attention. “what did she say?” the blond male asked. “well, she always has this look whenever she’s looking at me. i asked her if what i was thinking was true,”

“and she said that maybe it’s true,”

“and what kind of look did she gave you?” garp asked. “well, it’s like she’s longing for me,” this made garp and helmeppo’s mouth to open agape. “what more do you need?!” helmeppo punched coby’s head. the older male only laughed out loud in amusement. “it’s clear that she’s in love with you!”

coby’s eyes widened. “she is?”

“yes! now go talk to her!”

“y/n-san,” the male started, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze. “what is it, coby?” you asked softly. “you didn’t tell me what you dream about,”

you sighed, giving him a weak smile. “you really want to know?” coby nodded eagerly. “i dreamt that… we were in love. and very happy,” you finally said, looking away from him. his hand slipped through yours, squeezing it lightly. “i-i love you too,” he stammered, his cheeks slightly turned pinker by the second. your cheeks felt hot as you met his gaze again. his eyes were on yours before it slipped to your lips. before you know it, the two of you were already leaning in and your lips met in a soft, gentle kiss.

#koby x reader #koby one piece #op koby #coby x reader #coby one piece #op coby #one piece character #one piece #one shot #one piece oneshot #garp one piece #monkey d. garp #fluff

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koorminii · 11 months

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SHOW ME HOW | hwang hyunjin (m)

When you were young, you were friends with a neighborhood boy who liked the same things as you. Both of you were dirt poor, but it didn't seem to matter; as long as you had each other, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a star actor and, now that he's wealthy beyond imagination, seems to have forgotten where he came from. You haven't talked to him in years, but now he’s back, for reasons unknown to you, where you reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind. (original prompt)

This is a little something I started writing last year, it’s actually the last thing I wrote and actually liked, before I seemed to forget how to. I’ve tried and tried to make it into something more but maybe it’s time for me to let go of it so I can let something new make it’s way in.

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader

genre: romance? very pg. childhood friends to strangers to one-sided enemies to lovers

word count: 1.5k

warnings: just feels; small towns, old friends, mentions of heartbreak, angsty, childhood friends to strangers (??) to one sided enemies (??), idk. a lot of secrecy.

missed u guys <3

p.s listen to it almost worked by tv girl for a better reading experience !

You never understood Hyunjin. Not after all those years when you were kids and especially not now. Not when you’d seen him cry every year on his birthday, not when he’d tried and failed to be friends with every newcomer in town, not when he’d stopped talking to you for days after you made fun of his dirt-caked sneakers (I’m sorry Hyunjin, I thought I’d earned that privilege!), and especially not when he’d left you, nineteen years old with not even a look back as he left to be something great while you were stuck being the younger version of your parents— a nobody.

You’d watched him grow up. You watched him mature from the young boy he was and into a man, and in turn he’d watched you as well. You were there when his voice deepened, when his mole started to fade— you were there when his eyebrows thickened and he lost all his baby fat. You were there when he had a huge growth spurt that left him hovering over you more often than not, even when you had always been the tallest. And in turn, he’d watched you. He was there when you decided to grow your hair out and also when you’d decided to cut it— he was there when you’d started to grow in your body and boys and girls started to take notice— he was there when you’d found something you loved, and he was there when your heart broke for the first time.

You were there to watch him bloom— standing by his side all the while as he did— knowing somewhere deep in your heart that he was meant for much more than the shoddy town you both had grown up in. It wasn’t horrible, no, you’d had a lot of fun growing up there. You never lacked fun, or something to do, or friends to make, but it wasn’t a place for flourishing.

It was a place where everyone knew everyone, where everyone went to the same spot to get alcohol, where everyone knew the best spot to get a fake ID; it was a place where the older generation couldn’t fathom why anyone would want a place in the city, where the docks still held old boats from the 70’s and the houses still held the same structure from years ago. It was a great town, one that held memories, but one that lacked growth.

You were there when Hyunjin flourished, when he grew so tall and bloomed so wide that he could no longer fit in your shoddy little town. When his wings spread so far that if he stayed he’d have to slouch a little— crouch down just to fit in. You were there when he found something he loved, when he found the one thing that made him happiest, when he found a dream to chase after.

You were there through his firsts— when he’d gotten his first job, his first rejection, when he’d gotten his first bad grade and his first perfect grade. You were there when the first argument with his parents turned into frequent ones. You were there during his drama lessons, during his practices, you were there when people would tell him he would never amount to anything— when people said he’d be a failure just like his parents— and you were also the one to stand up for him, throwing your first punch in his honor.

You never understood Hyunjin but you knew him. How he’d pick holes into his jeans when he was nervous, and dye his hair when he was really angry— how he’d sometimes just give you a hug, no warning and no words, just his warm embrace and for seemingly no reason at all, but you knew. You knew how he laughed when he was really happy, when he was being fake, when he laughed something small and sad. You knew what every twitch of his brows meant. You knew what he was trying to say when he’d look at you and his lips would quirk up for a split second— that was all you needed to know what he was trying to say without really saying it. You never understood your best friend, but you knew him. He was yours, and you were his. You didn’t need to understand because you knew. You were there.

You both liked to play the same video games, and every day after school you’d play before pulling out your homework. On the first day of school and every friday afterwards you’d both wear matching T-shirts— and whenever you’d manage to scrape up any money that was always what you spent it on. Something you both could match with. Weekends at the arcade in the next town over, going to the fair in the summer every single day until it closed for the year, swimming in the lake behind your house on the hottest summer days. Going to Mielle’s Diner like it was the best treat that your young minds could ever dream of. You both watched the same movies over and over again and would cry at the same exact parts. You’d read books together and yell at each other about them all the while, and watch whatever new drama was out — falling head over heels for the leads.

Now, the Hyunjin you see is a stranger. Twenty-six years to your twenty-four, he’s unrecognizable— in the way he dresses, in the way he talks, in the way he moves— even in the way he breathes. It’s clear that you no longer know Hwang Hyunjin from eight years ago. And of course that’s normal. After eight years you might not recognize what used to be your favorite song, or your childhood dog, your favorite TV show— if you hadn’t seen your parents in eight years you might not recognize them— but for you, someone who had always believed you and Hyunjin would be best friends forever— as childish as it was, looking at Hyunjin now feels like betrayal. Like heartbreak, one much worse than what made you stay all those years ago— it feels like coming home after a long day just to see your stuff thrown on the porch. It feels like going on a date expecting a proposal only to be broken up with. It feels like getting rejected from your dream school.

Seeing Hyunjin now isn’t familiar. You’ve seen him every once in a while on TV, in a magazine, in a cameo of your favorite show— but that wasn’t Hyunjin. Not your Hyunjin. That wasn’t the Hyunjin that used to throw rocks at your window and help you sneak out to go to karaoke. That wasn’t the Hyunjin that would always come to the diner where you worked and tip extra with the money he barely had. That wasn’t the Hyunjin that bought you your first pair of sneakers after fifteen years of hand-me-downs. That wasn’t the Hyunjin who’d rubbed your back and cried with you on the worst day of your life.

Yet, somehow, it is him. In the way he laughs, in the way he stands just a few inches taller than you, in the way his lips curve up and dimples form in a way you’d never seen before. It’s in the way he says “hey” and wraps you up in a hug like those eight years were really only eight seconds— as if he was just coming back from a week long vacation. It’s him in the way he brings warmth everywhere he goes, embracing you so tightly, so utterly comforting, that it feels like you’ve been rolled up inside a heated blanket on a cold, winter day. You’ve seen him every once in a while, on TV, in a magazine, and realized— that is him. It was him in an interview with dogs, cuddling and cooing at them for twenty minutes straight. It was him doing a tour of his home, books littered everywhere, canvases with the most intricate designs on his walls, it was him, when he still lit up at the sight of anything new— because those things don’t go away. Those old habits and interests that are ingrained so deep; so painfully deep, don’t just go away.

Seeing Hyunjin again is like finding a forgotten trinket in the back of your closet, like finding your favorite book or shirt after months— years, even— of thinking you’d lost it forever. It’s a sudden bout of nostalgia, a remembrance of something you used to love, something you cherished. But maybe the shirt doesn’t fit you anymore. Maybe the book doesn’t interest you. Seeing Hyunjin is like that— someone you used to love more than anyone; someone you used to cherish, but he’s a thing from the past, and eventually you’d always lose those items again. They’d lay in the darkness of the deepest corners of your closet, waiting for the chance to be found again or forgotten forever.

You don’t think seeing Hyunjin again is much different, except you’re the thing in the closet, and you’re fine with being forgotten.

It’s been eight years. You never understood Hyunjin, but you knew him. You knew each other better than anyone else could, but the Hyunjin you see today is a stranger. This is not the Hyunjin you know, and you hope he leaves as quickly as he came so your heart can’t be broken for a third time.

#hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #skz imagines #tysm for reading <3

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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idk if this has been asked, but idea. Reader's grandfather voiced the og Freddy, and fredbear. And it continued in the family for voicing Freddy's. And reader voiced rockstar Freddy and glamrock freddy

"Hey Superstars! It's me, Freddy! Welcome to the Mega Pizzaplex! Grab a jumbo slice of pepperoni and top it off with an ice-cold Fizzy-Faz! Then enjoy our super games and attractions! Don't forget to stop by Rockstar Row and meet ME in person! Have fun, and have a Faz-errific day!"

"That was..not me. That was a recording." Freddy muttered in awkward embarrassment, his gaze shifting to Gregory. "I wanted to make sure you are not confused."

"Hey now, don't be shy. Remember who gave you that Faz-tastic voice?" With a coy smirk, you nudged his arm in a playful manner. He felt a bit humbled by the gesture.

"I-I know, Mr. [Y/N]. I did not mean to offend-"

"It's alright, superstar. Lighten up." You teased, flawlessly mimicking his voice.

“So..you’re really Freddy’s voice actor?” Gregory blinked, still bewildered that you were the man behind all of the bear's programmed lines. He was slightly creeped out by how eerily similar you two sounded....minus the robotic overlay, of course.

But your talent proved to be useful in helping him sneak around the Glamrocks--even saving his life at some points--by simply mimicking Freddy’s voice and telling them the “lost child” was somewhere else.

None of them ever got suspicious; not even Roxy despite her sharp hearing. They just ran in whatever direction you pointed.

Fortunately the three of you got to take a breather in this elevator, so you seized the chance to talk about how you actually come from a family of voice actors for the franchise’s many Freddies.

It was a bit weird explaining this to the glamrock bear considering his mini "crisis” down in the warehouse. But he was okay; he wanted to know more about his predecessors.

“Well fun fact, you’re not the first Freddy I gave a voice to. Long before this place was built, I recorded lines for Rockstar Freddy.”

“Rockstar?” He gasped in wonder. “Does he have cool paints like me? Did he have a similar extroverted personality?"

“..uh, not really. He only had a gold star on his chest, and he was built as some interactable vendor. My only line was “please deposit five coins”.”

“Oh, I see. So...you give him the coins and he talks to you?” He tilted his head to the side, curious.

“Yep, but he was on stage most of the time..so the kids couldn’t really reach him.” You sighed. “I tried it myself and..there was just this monotone voice coming out of him. No life. No personality that’s as unique as yours..but for some reason he got agitated if the building was too warm. Probably a bug that never got sorted out.”

Although a bit disappointed, Freddy still smiled. "Well, what about any other Freddies?”

“Oh! Right. So in 1983, we had the very first bear animatronic named Fredbear, and soon after came the original Freddy Fazbear. Both of them were voiced by my grandfather. Then 1987 rolled around and my dad provided a goofy voice for Toy Freddy...and I think my cousin gave Funtime Freddy his voice but...yeah. It runs in the family, as you can tell.”

"Fascinating! I have seen the faces of these Freddies all around the Pizzaplex but never knew the voices behind them." He whispered, looking at Gregory., who was leaning against the wall. “Gregory, you’re not asleep are you? This is our history!”

“Huh--oh, yeah. I'm listening. That’s uh..pretty cool.” He smiled shyly, before tensing as he realized the elevator was no longer moving. “Have we..arrived? I didn't feel the elevator stop or anything."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you approached the still-closed doors, trying to pull them open with your bare hands. “I think so, but...damn it, it’s jammed.”

“How unfortunate..” Freddy muttered. He was so enthralled with your story that he hadn’t noticed it sooner.

Who knows how long the three of you have been stuck in here?

He couldn't help but feel at fault. Though instead of apologizing, he went over to help you, checking his now purple and green claws. “Stand back, Mr. [Y/n]. With this upgrade of mine, I should be able to open these doors with ease.”

True to his word, he was able to force the elevator open, albeit leaving claw marks and dents where he gripped the two sides. “Oops..I uh..guess this upgrade works a bit too well. Nobody will notice, right?”

“I’ve broken worse things here--AH!” Gregory yelped in fright after he stepped out and came face-to-face with yet another Mapbot. “What is your problem?!!”

“Hi, please take this ma-”

He rudely snatched the map. “Shut up.”

Both you and Freddy just smiled and laughed in amusement, only to stop as the young boy stared back at you. But then he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’m..never gonna get used to that.”

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #male reader #platonic #voice actor reader

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS SWEETIE! (And happy holidays in general 🫶)

I ENDED UP NAMING MY PRECIOUS BOY MILO LIKE YOU SUGGESTED! (My Soon to be giant kitty) HE’S GETTING BIGGER ALREADY! AS I WRITE THIS HES CURLED UP WITH ME HAVING A NAP

It’s now stuck in my head that price was the stereotypical type of guy who said he doesn’t want a cat/cats and wouldn’t participate in caring for ‘the little bugger under any conditions’. but ended up getting one for Christmas as a gift from the 141 (I couldn’t chose who this is just in my head and I need to ramble) and to no one’s surprise it became like his child. He’d come home to a little furry bundle weaving around his feet and meowing at him, letting it sleep on his pillow up next to his head and buying it its own presents for special occasions.

That’s my little ramble for the week, Mwah!

-🎸 anon

HELLO 3937:7 I AM SO HONORED SUGAR😭😭 idk why but milo is such a sweet and pretty name and definitely fits ur little baby that will grow into the sweetest AND prettiest boy😌🫶🏻

Hear me out bc I love love love this so much

Let’s say soap picked up a stray took it home back to base and it’s an old chubby feisty little gray cat

While the rest of 141 are getting familiar with the cat price had yet to find out about him because he’d been out on a mission so when Price walks in and goes to sit on his favorite couch he sees an uninvited guest sitting on the spot and price is like what is that ?;?; and soaps acting all innocent like that’s a cat sir and price is like I know that what is it doing in here and soaps like sir we found him outside can we please keep him and price is looking at the rest of 141 for back up but they’re either avoiding his gaze or petting the cat and he’s like fuck me.. alright but keep that thing out of the kitchen and out of my chair and gaz is like his name is Leo and price is like don’t care if I see a single hair in my food all four of you are getting kicked out

So that’s when 141 decide to keep him but price is still very cautious around leo

Leo calls out to price bc he wants pets and price is like nope forget it and leaves the area entirely one time he almost sat directly on top of leo bc he was hiding under a pillow on the couch price jumped so high he’s sure his soul left his body and ever since then he lifts every pillow and check to make sure that he doesn’t squish leo to death with his Voluptuous ass

One night it’s pouring outside and price just happens to look at the spot where leo usually rests and he notices that he isn’t there and he’s thinking to himself he can’t be out there its pouring outside and he scrolls through Channels and tries to think about something else but he can’t help but notice how strong the wind is blowing and he’s cursing under his breath as he walks up to the door, opens it and in flies leo soaked to the bone before he goes to warm up next to one of the old elements and he’s talking to leo like why would even go outside in this weather he’d quickly stop when he realizes he’s basically talking to himself here

Leo starts relying on price to open doors for him when he sneaks out and every time price will scold him like a child before realizing how ridiculous he sounds and one time when he opens the door for Leo, the cat comes up to him asking for pets and he’s like no no you’re wet- (heavy sigh) you don’t really listen do you? He’d said before petting leo gently

#alec answers #🎸 anon

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creepyspice · 2 years

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Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @cutestkilla and @ileadacharmedlife! I loved reading ur answers 🖤

relationship status: Im single rn. I already kind of feel like a jaded old hag who’s seen it all and just wants to brush her cats in peace but I know that won’t last (it never does)

favorite color: purple probably, though im also into pink and teal. I wear a lot of orange…like obviously not every outfit is orange but how many people do you actually know that wear orange frequently? I guess in comparison to the general population I wear a lot of orange but it’s not everyday i don’t have a problem or anything 👀

favorite food: this is so hard bc I don’t eat to live I live to eat but my favourite food growing up was prawn biryani with lots of cardamom and saffron rice…it’s so good. But I’m the kind of person that likes to make a whole production out of eating, like just the other day I crushed some pistachios and rolled a scoop of Häagen-Dazs in it which is so extra now that I’m reflecting back

song stuck in your head: werewolf by Fiona Apple 🐺

last thing you googled: where the closest p.f. Chang’s is

time: 1 am

dream trip: vegas or Florence. Vegas bc I love so many movies set there and I’ve kind of always wanted a vegas wedding. Florence probably bc of Hannibal but I love facts about Italian renaissance paintings so it would be nice to see some in real life. Also I heard the food is good

last book you read: if not, winter: fragments of Sappho by Anne Carson and Sappho (of course). It was really good, I’ve been flipping through it again and again ever since

last book I enjoyed reading: Like I said, Sappho was great. My favourite thing I’ve read in a while is probably the locked tomb series bc it makes me feel alive like nothing else does

last book you hated reading: I know a lot of ppl wont agree, and don’t come at me for this but The Song of Achilles…I wouldn’t say hate bc that’s a strong word but I’ve read the Iliad and I really really love it like I really do and my friend convinced me to give tsoa a try bc they swore it was amazing but I just couldn’t enjoy it I kept thinking homer slayed this already why does this book exist…if u feel the need to block me for this I understand

favorite thing to cook/bake: I don’t cook daily but I feel like i can confidently claim I make the best fried eggs out of anyone I know like I just go off so hard every time, they’re crispy from the bottom but the yolk is gooey…I was just born to fry eggs it’s what I’m best at in life none of my other skills compare. I also make very pretty charcuterie boards

favorite craft to do in your free time: Idk what constitutes crafts but I don’t think I do them…I’m more of a handy out of necessity kind of girl. Just give me some sand paper and a bit of multi purpose filler and I will repair the fucking colloseum. Does doing ur own nails count? Bc I do some pretty good press ons and nail art and that’s kind of crafty 🤔

most niche dislikes: i hate shallow spoons!

opinion on circuses: if we’re talking actual circuses w animals and freak shows then those are historically very bad, and have had negative effects on society as a whole so don’t like those. As @cutestkilla mentioned I think cirque du soleil is really cool. Love the Britney Spears song.

do you have a sense of direction and if not what's the worst way you've gotten lost?: I never get lost, but once as a child my dad who is not very good at his job (parenting) took me to Disney land and lost me after about 10 minutes. He didn’t notice I was lost somehow and when I found him an hour later he was smoking and eating a Mickey Mouse shaped chocolate. I have forgiven but I will never forget 😂

I’m tagging and saying hi to @wetheformidables @facewithoutheart and @moodandmist :)🖤

#tag game

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leemotionalwreck · 2 years

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Thoughts on Illusion

Finally getting around to watching illusion!! here we go y’all (this time longer and in more agonizing detail!):

- the way I strongly dislike Bob Roth...

- okay i have pretty mixed feelings on chloe’s character but like… does paris not remember what she did?? hello continuity?! /hj

- omg alec hiiiiii

- LMAO the “my son” slip up is wonderful

- lol plagg leave him alone the boy is quite literally traumatized and the ring isn’t helping

- i swear to god i’ll never get used to seeing this bitch in the kitchen.

- “are you sure you’re feeling okay?” no like actually tho he isn’t. run.

- a single stain warranting almost smashing the pan on the ground is kinda crazy but ok ig

- wait how did nothing fall outta the pan??

- of course he doesn’t know how long to boil an egg off the top of his head. of fricking course

- STOP WINKING AT HIM GABRIEL!! you haven’t earned the right

- oooo i like the split screen

- oh wait it took me a second to notice the thought bubbles lol

- NINO!! i missed my boy

- post graduation?? what year are they exactly? or am i missing something??

- all in favor of joining nino’s resistance say “I”

- LMAO comrade mayo?? that’s actually not too far from something i’ve said to my white friends irl lol

- rvejndjdb adrinette is so adorable bro

- nino please babe it’s just lunch

- y’know, sometimes i forget just how chaotic their group can be. then i see scenes like this and remember. it’s pretty realistic tho imo

- also nino definitely has a bruise lol

- frickin lila man.

- “Are yOu EatInG In thE cafEtERia?” tf does it look like??

- the way marinette is such a real one

- what on earth is actually wrong with lila lol i’ve never hated an animated character as much as her. aside from maybe gabriel

- wait no the yogurt/honey example was actually really good lol

- lol comrade ketchup

- also comrade beurre maître d’hôtel is so extra and for what?? love nino tho

- NO STOP SHE’S SO SICK

- also are they just letting ppl in the school?? slay ig

- adrien 😭😭

- oooooooo lila’s lil snitch ass… i mean it makes sense but jeez

- pls i forgot she was pregnant lmao

- ew he looks weird when he’s trying to be a decent person /hj

- okay i love them but they coulda been a little more discreet than pizza lol

- they’re just standing outside the window like?? 😭😭

- idk why but the piece of pepperoni stuck to gabriel’s shirt is killing me

- ADRIEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN PRETEND TO TRIP?? please be so fr

- okay no cause this time around gabriel actually reacts and adrien really seems sorry and uhhrhdhdhdh i. hate. this. man.

- pls the way alya just walks in and is like “yea no you guys already know the deal let’s just get this over with” what a queen

- nino PLEASE

- okay i’m kinda cringing rn but it’s totally fine

- again, the way adrien seems genuinely scared…

- goddamnit

- “call me father” actually go trip down the stairs

- NO STOP IT THIS MAN IS ACTUALLY A PIECE OF SHIT I CANNOT

- ok five at once is honestly extra. like i hope this asshole remember he’s a whole grown man doing all this to fight some kids. yes i know it’s more than that technically but still. weirdo.

- lol his ears look so stupid when they’re sticking off the sides of the mask

- the way marinette/ladybug is actually that girl

- see no he’s such a fake bitch cause falling wasn’t even necessary

- nino is such a detective i literally love him. i mean yea he’s wrong but still

- he looks like such a dumbass with that stain on his shirt. i hate him.

- “comrade tartar sauce” nino yes absolutely but he really doesn’t deserve it bae

- i really like the design on alya’s fanny pack but i’ve literally never noticed it before

- they’re all so cute lol

- “comrade sweet and sour” i wonder why she has that name…

Final thoughts: okay it took me a sec to realize this was out of order (i know people have been saying it. im just stupid lol) but i really enjoyed it overall. gabriel keeps getting worse yet sadly never surprises me with the depths he stoops to. adrien needs so much help rn and i really hate lila but im almost glad she’s back?? like i missed this rivalry between her and marinette in a way.

#ml #ml spoliers #ml illusion #illusion spoilers #illusion

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littlemisssatanist · 10 months

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frolicking in the flowers

ganyu x cicin mage reader

you get sent to liyue on indefinite leave. you meet a cocogoat.

well hello there. i’ve come out of my hidey hole on account of ao3 being down and me being absolutely bored out of my mind. so i went searching through my notes app bc a lot of times i’m delirious and write stuff and then forget about it and found this hidden gem (?) details below split.

it’s not finished bc there’s like three sentences that were supposed to set up the anal… and uhm if y’all want that then just like. get this to 100 likes and i’ll consider it. (but probably not idk)

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Sub! Ganyu, Dom! Reader / Dubious consent / Aphrodisiac / Hoohaw eating 🍽

You knelt down, grabbing the flower by its stem and yanking. You brought up your arm with enough strength to take out the whole root of the flower. Dirt sprayed everywhere and you made a face.

Sighing in frustration, you sat down with a soft thump, kneading the flower stem in between your fingers. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beating down on Liyue relentlessly.

Yes, you were in Liyue. After the fiasco in Mond, your superior had sent you to the next nation over. Except the Harbinger Childe had no need for you, and dismissed you almost immediately for a ‘break.’

So now you were stuck here for however long. It was awful.

You threw the flower away, spatting in distaste. Your neck was slick with sweat. Thank the Tsaritsa you weren’t wearing your work uniform, or else you would probably be melting in the heat.

“I want a popsicle.” You mutter.

The pink dress you were wearing had a dark green stain at the hem and you frowned, annoyance rising. What you wouldn’t do to be back in Snezhnaya.

But unless Harbinger Childe sent you away or your Lady back home asked for your presence, there was nothing to be done.

“I might as well do something fun.” You muse, squinting your eyes as you tried to block off the incoming headache. “Don’t want to waste away…”

The sound of hilichurls caught your attention. Your head snapped in their direction, ears listening intently.

They didn’t seem to be in your immediate vicinity, but you didn’t want to stay near a hilichurl camp at all, especially in your tired state (who knew that doing nothing at all could be so exhausting?)

You got to you feet, dusting off your dress. It did nothing to help.

“Eeep!”

You froze. Then you sighed again, stomping your foot on the ground. How annoying. You couldn’t just leave a defenseless civilian to die by hilichurl, could you? Even the Fatui had their limits (except for maybe the Harbingers. They had no limits, they were all crazy).

But you had limits. Especially if it was a civilian who did nothing wrong, or tried to interfere with your plans (you had none anyways).

So you turned around, racing to where you heard the hilichurls from. You got to the top of a hill, looking down. There were hilichurls there, all right. Except they were all dead and a woman with light blue hair was standing in the middle. She held a bow, and you could spot a Cryo vision dangling from her hip.

You made your way down the hill. The hilichurls were beginning to disintegrate now, floating away into ashes.

As you came closer, you realized to woman had horns. Perhaps she wasn’t a civilian. You crept forward cautiously.

“Hmm? Oh!” The horned woman noticed you.

She was very pretty, you thought. Curvy, too. Suddenly, you had an idea. Admittely, a very bad idea, but like implied earlier, you were very bored.

“Hi!” You said, adopting a cheerful persona. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” The woman said again, feeling flustered. Her cheeks turned a light pink. Cute. “My name is Ganyu.”

“Well Gan-yu.” You roll her name over your tongue. “What happened here?”

“I was sleeping…” She said softly. “And then a bunch of hilichurls attacked me! But I killed them all before they got to me.” Ganyu smiled, looking proud of herself.

“Oh, are you a Vision user?” You ask, appearing interested.

“Yes, I have a Cryo one!” Ganyu brushed it with her hand, looking down. Her head snapped up suddenly. “Do you have one?”

You giggle, hiding your mouth behind a hand. “No, I don’t. It does sound interesting though, doesn’t it?”

Ganyu nodded, bringing her hands to her horns. “Oh… I think I’m late to something.” She looks at you. “Sorry, can we talk again later? It was nice to meet you.”

“Of course. This time again tomorrow?”

She nodded, turning around and disappearing over the hill.

The next time you met up, you brought a few toys with you. Random objects you could buy separately without anyone suspecting a thing, but you had plans for all of them.

You laid out a picnic blanket, light pink with off-white dots. Then you set down your basket, waiting for Ganyu to arrive.

She appeared right on time, exclaiming softly when she saw your little display. “Oh! How wonderful!”

Ganyu sat down, tucking her legs under her thighs. She’s not wearing the same outfit as yesterday; instead she donned a soft blue dress that went down to her knees. She patted the space around her, looking eager for what would happen next.

“I brought some snacks for us!” You said brightly, bringing out a box of пирожки. They looked like normal pirozhki, if it weren’t for the little something you sprinkled in while making them.

Ganyu looked over them, fluttering her hands. “Which one should I choose?… They all look so delicious!”

“Here, take this one.” You pick one randomly and bring it to her lips. She paused for only a moment before opening her mouth and gently biting into the sweet pastry.

“Mm!” Ganyu moans, soft powder dusting her lips. “That’s so good!”

“Isn’t it? I made them myself.” A lie. You only… fixed them up.

“You’re really talented!” Ganyu says, clasping her hands together.

“Thank you.” You say, watching as a soft blush creeps up Ganyu’s cheeks. Good, it was working.

“Mmm…” Ganyu mutters. “It’s getting a little hot.”

She shifts in her seat, closing her eyes. Her mouth is open in a little ‘o’, and small puffs of breath comes out as her chest moves up and down.

“Are you alright?” You ask, faking concern. You lean over, bringing a hand over Ganyu’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry!” Ganyu says, flustered. “I feel weird all of a sudden… your hand is very cool…”

She leans into your palm, and you shuffle closer. Ganyu sighs, pressing into your figure. Her eyes are closed, and you take the initiative to trail your fingers down her thigh.

Slowly, carefully, you bring your hand to her crotch. Ganyu gasps, her eyes flying open. She tries to twist to look at you, but you grab hold of her shoulder and keep her in place.

“It’s ok… let me help you.” You purr next to her ear. You take the edge of the dress and flip it out of the way, revealing her wet panties.

Ganyu breaths heavily, watching your hand with attention. She sank into you as you touched her again, throwing her head back. “Look at you. How precious.”

You stroke her a few more times, enjoying how your fingers get wetter. Ganyu let’s out breathy moans, and your free hand travels to put a finger in her mouth. She closed it immediately, tongue swirling.

You slip your hand under the band of her panties, feeling her wet folds. Slowly you insert your middle finger into her, watching as she arches her back and whines. “Ah!”

You take your hand out of her mouth, carefully settling her body onto the ground. With your finger still inside of her pussy, the moving around makes Ganyu press her thighs against your arm. You smile.

Taking out the finger, you ignore Ganyu’s whimpers and string her soaking panties up and over her legs, one by one. You run your hand up and down her thighs, throwing her right leg over your shoulder. “You’re flexible.” You say. “Good.”

Lowering your head to be level with her pussy, you flick your tongue out to taste it. The juices start flowing harder as Ganyu cries out in pleasure. You press a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before slipping your tongue back into her folds.

Ganyu trembles as your tongue goes faster and faster, letting out noises that would embarrass anyone who came near them.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed. Her back arched incredibly, and her mouth fell open. She stayed that way for a few seconds before collapsing.

#♡॰ॱ rosie's cicin mage reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #ganyu genshin impact #ganyu smut #ganyu x reader smut #ganyu x reader #smut #genshin impact ganyu #yeehaw

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phoenixes-and-wizards · 4 years

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little things i never want to forget about the hargreeves:

all of them used to defy their father, sneak out to griddy’s, and in five’s own words “eat donuts until we puked. simpler times, eh?”

luther wrote poetry while he was on the moon, especially about comets

tom hopper and the UA crew have said that the scratches all over luther’s body were made by him. he couldn’t stand the loneliness, especially during that first year, and would often resort to harming himself as a way to vent his frustration

it’s also pretty likely that he's had body dysmorphia at one point or another

he also has a habit of stress eating

diego almost became a detective, but he dropped out because he wasn't good at following orders. he even went to police academy!!!

diego has the cross stitch grace made specifically for him on the wall of his basement apartment, and in a frame no less

he’s also a big-ass momma’s boy

and he’s the only one grace calls “silly” as a term of endearment

and he has a fear of needles due to getting that tattoo when they were kids (y’all know which one i’m talking about)

plus his stutter only comes out when he's under extreme emotional stress

and a close rewatch of 1X03 shows that his bedroom had an overflowing abundance of books so what if him and ben used to bond over that😭

allison speaks seven languages

she told her daughter about her siblings, and claire obviously knew them well enough that she was calling them "uncle” and “aunty,” and that last one is especially heartwarming because this was around the time that vanya’s book had just come out, and yet, allison--who has the option of never telling claire about her--still does, and even explains why she wasn’t allowed to go on missions

klaus was smoking blunts at fourteen

klaus was clutching dave’s dogtags right before five teleported all of them to the past

and i’ve noticed that he has a habit of doing that in general in season 2, especially when he’s feeling kind-of low, but sometimes it’s also an unconscious habit and that’s cute, too

klaus would write the things the dead would say to him, all over his bedroom wall

klaus has a habit of going barefoot whenever he’s at home

five was the only person vanya felt comfortable enough with to present new violin pieces to

five outright says that everything he’s done so far was to get back to his family and keep them safe

@me-evil-never wrote in the tags: “five has watched his family die/be dead like 3 times if i’m counting correctly (YES YOU ARE AND IT’S A PAINFUL FACT WE MUST ALL LIVE WITH), plus all he has ever done in his life since age 13 was to get back to them so he could spend time safely with them” and YES I AGREE why would you hide such an excellent point in the tags because, sometimes, even i forget that it’s only been two weeks for him, and they’re probably the roughest he’s had since being stuck in the apocalypse as an actual child, and idk about you guys, but i just really want to give five a big hug because lord knows he deserves needs it

allison used to paint klaus' nails during meals

and was apparently a daddy’s girl, though how one could become a “daddy’s girl” if the father in question was reginald hargreeves is beyond my capacity to understand

ben was reading chekhov as early as 14

ben was a bookworm, both in life and death

vanya had the smallest room

vanya openly called ben the kindest of their siblings in her book, and said that when he died, none of them had any more reason to stay

before he left, diego gave reggie a piece of his mind

all of them know how to dance

they all know how to speak and read greek (ancient fucking greek, as one of you oh-so-eloquently put it)

vanya knows how to speak russian and god knows how many other languages

(by this point i'm really convinced they're all multilingual and there just hasn't been an opportunity for them to utilize that yet)

she also has a mr. snuggles teddy bear

according to klaus, vanya used to cry when the others would step on ants as kids

klaus is pansexual

he also dated twins once (though i’m not sure if he dated one then the other or both at the exact same time)

and has mild claustrophobia from being locked up in mausoleums all the time as a child

diego swore a pinky promise with lila and called it “the pinkiest promise” he’d ever make, and even though he’s a hard-ass who won’t hesitate to cut anybody in half, he’s still at his gentlest when he’s around her and he doesn’t even try to hide it

off her meds, vanya got first chair and a solo on her first try (as a violinist in a professional orchestra, lemme tell you that this is no easy feat to do)

she also seemed to have an affinity for bach (again--not easy!!)

even though he was barely starting puberty, ben was smart enough to reprogram allison's teddy bear to say "luther smells dad's underwear."

upon possessing klaus for a few minutes in season 2, ben could be seen clutching various flowers and smelling them repeatedly

klaus can actually levitate in the comics

according to @valkerymillenia, ghost!ben once saved klaus' life in the comics after he overdosed on heroin yet again

both klaus and diego repeatedly tried to open the lock to vanya's old anechoic chamber and were absolutely furious when luther wouldn't let them

diego called elliott "one of ours" despite knowing him for all of a week and a half

he also calls herb “herbie,” calmed him down after accidentally drawing a weapon on him, and created a secret handshake with him, all within two hours tops of meeting him

if one really thinks about it, diego is actually good with people? and that makes sense because he left the academy as early as seventeen, and he would’ve had to talk to a lot of people just to make ends meet that first year alone, and even though reggie tried to squash that part of him down, he’s still a good person at heart, you go prince of pointy things, make us all proud

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y’alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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summary: you and regulus get the dark mark the summer before your sixth year, and when you run away, he follows you. ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IDK

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: getting the dark mark, crying, pain, mentions of being broken, reader has a sister (not really a warning but she’s a bitch so hehe) i’m obsessed with writing angst help

masterlist.

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you and regulus sat across from each other at the long table, voldemort at the head. death eaters filled up each and every seat in your childhood home. it was the summer before your sixth year at hogwarts, and little did you know this was a moment you would never forget.

you looked at your sister, a cruel girl who was seated next to her now husband. just as crazy as she was. you looked next to you, your parents sitting with dull faces, unable to tell the emotions they were feeling.

and then you looked to regulus, who seemed to be calm. you started to worry you were the only nervous being there, which made the anxiety in your chest grow stronger by the second.

regulus noticed your fear, how you looked around the room nervously, and how you stared down into your lap now in attempt to forget where you were and what you were doing.

regulus wanted to reach out and take your hand, hold it until eternity’s end, but he didn’t. he couldn’t. the dark haired boy was so fearful of what his parents thought, it ate him up alive.

you were the same. that was why you sat next to them now. a coward who didn’t dare stand up for what was right. you felt so.. weak. helpless, like you did this to yourself and now you’re stuck here in this moment forever. you were a villain.

the rather calm voice broke you out of your thoughts. “regulus.. young boy.” the dark lord spoke. “stand up.” he demanded, and without a second thought, regulus stood up. voldemort’s eyes flicked to you. “y/n, you as well my dear.” he smiled this evil smile that made you scared.

you shakily stood up from your seat, slowly and definitely not as confident as regulus. “i do believe it’s time to turn these wonderful followers to the correct path, to help lead me to the greater good.” voldemort announced to the room of people.

voldemort stood to the side of the table now, you and regulus kneeling in front of him. “who wants to go first?” the man asked, regulus rolling up his sleeve and held out his arm.

a chuckle fell from the dark lord’s lips. “how wonderful you are.. so eager.” he pulled out his wand and pressed it into regulus’s lower arm. pain surged through the boy, but he held it together. he had to, he couldn’t fall apart in front of his parents.

and as much as his arm hurt, his heart ached much worse as the thought of sirius. if only his brother could see him right now, regulus could only imagine the look of disappointment and betrayal on his face.

next was you, and you didn’t take this any better than he did. in fact, you let out screams of pain, begging for the dark lord to stop, but he didn’t.

and then it was done, and you sat on the floor. “good job my children..” voldemort said as everyone apparated away, and soon after voldemort was gone in a flash.

you felt so weak, so worthless. the room was dark and quiet, nothing like it was growing up.

and regulus looked at you with worried eyes, he watched as silent tears fell from your delicate eyes, and he watched as you stood up and ran out of the room. and regulus did something completely out of his comfort zone.

he ran after you.

regulus followed you into the woods behind your home, keeping back a few feet just in case he realized it was a bad idea. and he saw you stop.

there was a little spot that was clear and shaded with a big tall tree, in it held an old rickety tree house. pieces of wood had fallen from it to the forest floor, now covered in dirt and leafs.

you stood in front of it, remembering when you were little. when you had no expectations from your parents, when there was no dark lord pestering your family. when your sister was kind.

you could see the younger you running around getting chased by your older sister. you watched as you fell down and scraped your knee, your sister comforting you as you cried. you could hear the laughs echo in your ears.

you remembered that summer, it was right before your sister went to hogwarts her first year. she never came back the same. your parents expecting so much from her.

she started to throw you under the bus, blame you and point fingers for small things, which turned into big things. she stopped playing pretend with you, and she definitely stopped coming to the treehouse.

your face was wet from tears as you silently stared at the treehouse. you heard sticks snap and footsteps coming up from beside you, and when you looked over, it was none other than regulus black.

great. now he was going to be mommy and daddy’s perfect little boy and tell you why you shouldn’t be sad, that you should feel privileged to join the dark lord in his journey.

but he didn’t.

“what’s this?” he asks, his voice dull. you felt too numb to be shocked at his rather normal question. “it’s me and my sisters old treehouse. it used to be much more lively than this..” you pointed out.

“yeah? well it looks like shit.” he joked. earning a small laugh from you, which made the corners of his lips upturn slightly. your laugh was infectious, like a weakness taking over his body.

“you know it’s weird.. this place used to be so beautiful and bright, and now it’s sad looking and..” you thought for a moment. “broken.” you finally said. “kind of like me.” you shrugged, making regulus furrow his eyebrows. you always made him think, made him wonder.

and he stepped forward, walking towards the treehouse. he started to climb up the old and broken ladder. “what are you doing?” you sighed, staring at him with an annoyed face. you were tired and didn’t want to deal with him falling and breaking a bone.

“i wanna see what’s inside.” he didn’t look back, and soon he disappeared inside the treehouse. you groaned before crawling up after him. what’s the worse that could happen? obviously not something as bad as getting a dark mark implanted in your skin like a virus.

inside the room had multiple holes, there was a small wooden table that had broken glass teacups laid in the last place they were left. both filled to the brim with dirty old rain water.

plants grew up inside, branches breaking through the thing. the forest was reclaiming it.

“well.. it might be broken as sad but..” regulus looked at the flowers growing inside, causing you to look at them too. “it can’t all be bad, can it?” he asked, looking at you.

and you realized he wasn’t talking about the treehouse, he was talking about you.

regulus looked at you, and he thought no one had ever looked so perfect before. the tear stains on your cheek with the tired eyes and messy hair didn’t throw him off in the slightest.

to him you weren’t a broken mess that laid helpless and alone, you were a beautiful person who had a good heart.

a victim, not a villain. just like him. just like his brother.

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