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euaphoric · 9 months

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✩‧₊˚ pairing — boyfriend!jk x hyperfem!f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, sm*t (not too detailed tho), cutesy couple stuff, v dramatic koo, marking, dry h*mping, c*ckwarming

nothing’s more fun than sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, looking pretty while doing your makeup <3

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“mmph, hah—stopp that tickles!” your voice squeaks from forcefully letting out a string of giggles. attempting to apply eyeshadow through the vanity in front of you but failing miserably. all you can hear is him whining and moaning, “but whyyy? i’m having too much fun with youu.” ring clad fingers creep up past your collarbone again, jungkook was getting way more entertainment out of this than you. “‘c-cause you’re distracting me, gah!” the noises you’re making are obnoxiously loud at this point but he didn’t seem to care at all. you’ve given up—tears began to form in the corners of your eyes now, this tickle spree has gone on for far too long but no matter how much you protest and squirm he wouldn’t let you out his grasp.

it started off tranquil at first, casually sitting on his lap with his arms locked around your waist—nuzzling his chin in your neck as you do your makeup to head out with friends later. you were trying to keep him entertained by narrating everything you’re doing, acting like one of those beauty gurus you like to watch on tiktok or youtube. you wore your my melody spa headband to keep the strands out your face, along with your favorite pastel mini dress, the knee high stockings with satin bows were the cherry on top set the look. jungkook gets bored super easily, his mind will draw attention elsewhere in a split second and usually that ends up with bothering you as much as possible. he’d sneak quick little kisses here and there, play with your thighs, basically keeping his hands anywhere but to himself. that’s when he started tickling you for no absolute reason, he loved hearing your high-pitched squeals—it was pure serotonin to him, he needed more to brighten his day.

“koo!” you cry, “please!” your shaky hands fumble with the brush in attempt to playfully hit him with it. sigh, you just wanna do your makeup in peace. “l-leavee me alone!” it sounded nowhere near threatening coming from you, there was not a scary bone in your body whatsoever. “like i’ll ever do that peaches, you’re my babyy,” he chimes, glittering you with sweet endearing compliments “you shouldn’t be so stinkin’ cute! wanna eat you.” when he pretends to bite your ear this only makes the uncontrollable laughter continue, and by now you’re never going to finish this makeup in time. “i really need.. t-to get goin’ ssoon!” there was no indication what the time was currently but you know you’ve wasted enough that you were going to be running late meeting your friends. “mmm..but i don’t want you to go, stay here!” jungkook finally caves in with stopping the tickles (only for now) but gets all mopey about you leaving him.

“eeek, i’m free!” you graciously cheer now that you can go back to what you’re doing. “so handsy today, maybe it’s the strawberry lotion..” “ah, so that’s what it is?” he asks, “was wonderin’ why you smelled like strawberry shortcake.” “mhm, i know you like that one.” you grab your eyeshadow brush to dip it in your fav dior palette, choosing a pretty peach color to add to your eyelid, then apply silver glitter on top to make it pop. “who you looking all cute for like this anyway, huh? i won’t be able to protect you from all the pervs staring at what’s mine!” god he can be so overly dramatic at times, always wanting to keep you inside so no one can even look at you. of course he doesn’t do it in a toxic way but he gets jealous real easily and never let’s go of your hand when out in public—he just feels so lucky to have stumbled upon someone like you, cute, smart, funny, sexy, kind, all in one.

lush pink lips trail down to your shoulders, the slightest touch leaving you with goosebumps as he’s still hugging your waist firmly in his embrace. “ugh…don’t want you to go.” jungkook murmurs against you, gliding his hands up and down your body, he sounded so sad and it didn’t help that you could see him pouting through the mirror. “i won’t be out for long, i’ll be back before you know it kookie!” he still didn’t sound convinced. he was very selfish with you, he wants you all to himself most of the time so whenever you go hang out with friends he makes it such a big production. “you’re so beautiful baby,” he coos, “my cute little princess.” his veiny hands shift underneath the hem of your dress, caressing your plump, ample thighs. more delicate kisses are planted up your neck, he’s become increasingly quiet now—focusing solely on this moment of cherishing you. he might’ve gotten a bit too comfortable as one of his hands traveled up to fondle your breasts, not even realizing until you said something.

“was last night not enough for you?” you giggle, reaching for your lipstick. “no” he simply replied, “i need you 24/7.” “all day, every day.” he was too precious, you wanted to put him in your pocket forever. you moved ever so slightly in his bond, noticing the familiar feeling of his bulge against your clothed heat. just that tiny bit of movement was enough to get you flustered. you hadn’t sensed his overt horniness until now—just bathing in his warmth and letting his desires roam free, you didn’t think he’d actually get turned on by all of this. then again, this is jungkook we’re talking about, he’ll get horny just by seeing your ankle. “mmph…want you baby.” his pleas are so adorable to you, but you’re already short on time so you had to hurry soon. jungkook rocks his hips into you, sliding his fingertips down your sides while nipping at your neck. “we gotta make it quick though..” you whisper softly, grinding against him to match his lazy movement. “you have my word princess.” he steers your hips in place to keep you exactly where he wants, steadily running his hands over your exposed skin. the tent in his pants only grew as you kept rubbing your ass on him, he’s simply going to jizz himself if it continues like this.

“fuck, can’t take anymore. want to feel youu.” he whines immaturely, never able to contain any patience within. “better hurry then.” you remind him of the time crunch, with that answer he wastes not another second to pull it out of his sweatpants—sliding your panties aside and slipping in with ease. your body’s become so accustomed to him that you don’t need foreplay half the time. once he’s fully settled in he stays motionless for a while, letting you adjust to his thickness. several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to leave small love bites. you’re unsure of why he still hasn’t moved yet but you don’t question it, you’re enjoying the moment you two are sharing. it didn’t really feel like you were being sexual with him; more so a passionate intimate bonding that runs deeper than just sex. jungkook loves you intensely and you can feel it in every fibre of his being. the way he holds you, kisses you, pampers you, makes sure you feel like the most beautiful girl in the universe to him. he was so yours. “we don’t even need to fuck, i can stay like this baby.” he rests his head on your shoulder, drinking in the sweetness of your strawberry fragrance. “okay.” you smile, the feeling of him pulsating inside emits a glowing sensation. “as you wish my love.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x f reader #bts smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook x you

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 3 months

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Them with a reader that worships another Archon

characters: Venti / Zhongli / Ei / Furina x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: Didn't write for Ei in a long time... not to mention Zhongli and Venti, so if I got some of their personality traits wrong, I'm sorry.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Venti

“Let’s hope you’re not made out of sugar, or else we’re gonna have a tiny problem”, the Bard joked once he took a glance out of the window, the heavy rain and thunder that had come seemingly out of nowhere difficult to notice, even for the drunken inhabitants of Angel’s Share.

“Rain’s a nuisance at best, I’ll be fine”, your response lacked any signs of the usual annoyance people would feel in this situation, whether it was the alcohol or your attitude towards rain that made you seem almost relaxed was up for debate however.

Just as the words had left your mouth, a giant lightning caused the room to light up, soon followed by a deafening thunder, earning you a grin that spoke more than a thousand words. “Still only a nuisance?”

“Sure, the Raiden Shogun will protect me from the lightning”, came your dry response, causing the bard’s ears to perk up. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less about whatever god you were worshiping, forcing people’s hands or getting grumpy over their decisions was hardly the God of Freedom’s modus operandi. Although this did open up a whole new conversation topic.

“Want me to pass your mighty Raiden Shogun a message the next time I see her?”, Venti offered with a smirk, drawing a laugh out of you almost instantly.

“Yeah, sure Venti. I have no doubt you’d be able to play your way into an audience with her, especially since the last time you stepped foot into Inazuma went so swimmingly”, you jokingly responded, waving goodbye before readying yourself to run back home through the rain.

Zhongli

There was neither law nor contract that obliged the citizens of Liyue to worship Rex Lapis. Sure, the Archon might have been the city's patron god and had descended each year to give instructions and advice, but who’s name spilled out of its citizens' lips during their prayer was none of Zhongli’s business.

And yet, when he heard a particular name slip out of your mouth, the Archon couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows for the briefest of moments.

“Thank Barbatos, I was starting to think I’d never find it”, you let out a relieved sigh once your eyes finally spotted the pin on the floor, glistening as if it was calling out for its owner before quickly finding itself stuck onto your coat once again, your lips forming a small smile.

“Hmm? Is something the matter?”, you once again turned towards Zhongli, not missing the conflicted expression that had since long been replaced by his usual smile.

“Not at all. I was simply surprised for a moment, Barbatos Worshippers in Liyue are pretty scarce after all, although there’s certainly nothing wrong with having another Archon as one’s Deity.” His explanation was enough to satisfy you, as your conversation quickly shifted back to the previous topic. And yet the scene remained on his mind for quite a while.

Let’s hope you and your god’s paths never converged… for your faith’s sake.

Hearing you mumble another Archon’s name in your brief prayer before eating caused Ei’s hand to freeze just close to her mouth, leaving the small sweet hovering in front of her face as her eyes remained fixed on you, the silence gradually causing your face to turn all shades of red as you tried to hide your tenseness behind a polite smile.

“I didn’t know you worshiped Rex Lapis”, Ei stated, her tone coming out more accusatory than she ever intended, causing a small apology to follow shortly after, bringing the tension of the room down significantly.

Humans were entitled to their own decisions, and yet hearing you worship another god left a… bitter taste in her mouth. Especially since she wasn’t sure whether or not it had to do with her or was totally unrelated, the thought that you liked another Archon more than her filling her with jealousy, no matter how ridiculous she knew the whole situation to be.

“My family originally came from Liyue, so praying to Rex Lapis before meals is somewhat of a tradition for me… even if I don’t worship him on many other occasions”, you explained sincerely, remembering scenes of sharing meals with your family as a small smile made its way onto your face.

Whether it was because of your explanation or the gentle expression on your face, but whatever semblance of jealousy Ei felt within her swiftly melted away, her shoulders relaxing before she finally took a bite of the food in front of her, the corners of her lips rising when you did the same.

Furina

Truth be told, when Furina heard another Archon’s name come out of your mouth she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The last thing she wanted was for you to put her on a pedestal, no matter how attention-seeking she could be from time to time. And while she couldn’t blame those still seeing her as their Archon, considering how she had played the role for generations, she wished for your relationship to be one of equals instead of a god and her worshiper.

“Ah, I guess praying to another Archon in front of a former one is a bit rude. I’m sorry-”, you rushed to form an apology once you noticed Furina’s silence, your face growing red in embarrassment and shame before being cut off by her.

“It’s fine, I’m not as vain as to feel slighted by such a non-issue”, she lifted her hand before waving you off, a smirk on her lips as she thought of what to say next. “I am no longer an Archon after all, so having people worship the grass the Archon ‘Focalors’ walks on would only serve as a distraction from how mesmerizing the great Furina is.”

A chuckle from you was all it took to bring her back down from her ego-trip, your smile quickly spreading over to her, and before she knew it, she was snickering herself.

“Alright, let’s get the great Furina a dessert as reward for her inexhaustible modesty.”

#venti x reader #zhongli x reader #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun x you #raiden shogun x y/n #raiden shogun #furina #furina x reader #furina x y/n #furina x you #ei x reader #focalors x reader

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fir3ylolol · 6 months

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we want you! pt.3

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, face sitting, masturbation, standing sex, carried during sex, afab!reader, at this point the relationship is established, smut, romantic smut, fluff, romantic moments

a/n: i know this part is a little shorter but i expect more comments about how more parts are needed, so it'll be fine lol. thanks to everyone who's been keeping up with this series, i love seeing everyone's reactions!

word count: 1.68k

other parts

Ao3

Johnny was almost too good of a date. Taking you around town, fingers always interlaced with yours, as he pointed out more things to do. And he never asked for you to pay or anything like it, almost seeming proud to be able to give you a good day. As you walk home, bags in each arm, you can’t help but smile up at him. He’s still closely by your side, admiring you all day.

You reach your front door, setting the bags down. He leans against the wall beside your door, watching you search for your keys. “Did you have a good time today?” he asks as you open the door. “Of course I did! You might’ve spoiled me a little too much though,” you giggle as you set your stuff down inside. “No such thing. But I’ll talk to you later, ok?” He gives you a quick kiss and starts to walk away. You don’t want to scare him off or make him think you’re weird, but you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth.

“Do you wanna stay over a little longer?” He pauses, turning around with a wide smile. “I’m just that irresistible, huh? I can’t fault you for that.” As he reaches your side, he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply. He pulls you inside the house, closing the door behind you. “You know, I didn’t think you would be so eager to have me over. I figured that you were sick of me.” You gasp jokingly, “Me? Sick of you? Not yet.” He laughs and pulls you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. “Let’s try not to make you then, huh?” He wraps a hand behind your neck, pulling you into him in a deep kiss. His other hand reaches up and grabs at your chest, squeezing and groping.

Moaning into his mouth, he smiles, loving how quickly you unravel for him. The hand on your chest slowly moves down, slipping into your underwear to tease at your clit. Jumping, you break the kiss and lean forward, your head on his shoulder. He speeds up slightly as the hand on your neck tangles in your hair, pulling your head back. You arch your back instinctively and his lips latch onto your neck, leaving a small hickey behind. His fingers dip into you, curling and lightly pumping. You’re already getting dizzy, his intoxicating touch drawing whines from your lips. He lets go of your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, whispering, “God, baby you sound so good. I’ve wanted this all day, you don’t understand how addicting you are. So pretty, so lovely, so goddamn good in bed.”

You can’t help but squeeze around his fingers, causing him to groan at the feeling. He pulls his hand back out, cleaning them off with his tongue, making direct eye contact. He moves you off of him, sits you down, and helps you remove your clothes, admiring you. He lays on his back, his head towards you, and smiles at you, “C’mere, take a seat”. You shuffle so that you’re over his face, looking down into his eyes. Before you can think, his hands are around your hips as he pulls you down, mouth open and ready. He quickly dives in, sucking against your clit and poking his tongue into you. You can’t help but roll your hips lightly, which he loves even more, grip on your hips loosening. But you hear him shuffle under you, and as you look back, you see his now free cock, slow strokes at the same speed that you’re moving, light whines escaping his lips.

You start moving even more, with one smooth roll ending in your clit touching his nose. Now it’s your turn to whine, light flinches at how good it feels. Johnny’s eyes shoot open, full of desire and lust. But you’ve lost yourself in the pleasure, fucking yourself against his face, his nose rubbing directly against you. Looking back quickly, you can see his hand has sped up more, cock bouncing against his tight fist. You feel yourself growing close and your hands shoot down, tangling in his hair tight. You use the grip to fuck yourself on his nose, his whines vibrating against you.

You cum hard, thighs shaking and clenching around his head. The grip on your hips returns and he sucks against you, trying not to waste a drop of your sweet arousal. You sit back, resting against his chest, as he looks up at you, chin dripping wet and a cocky smile. You smile back and climb off, sitting on the couch next to his head. He sits up slowly, face still sopping, and turns to you, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. “You up for a little more?” You nod, an eager smile spreading across your face. Quickly, he takes off the last of your clothes, staring much longer than necessary. “I thought you wanted to go again,” you joked, as you sat there naked. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he shrugs with a smile as he finishes removing his own. He takes your hand, helping you stand up.

He leans down, reaching his hands in between your legs and grabbing your ass. Suddenly, you’re off the ground, your hands shooting around his neck for support. He settles you against his torso, hard muscles pressed against yours, as his arms shift slightly. You reach one hand down tentatively, reaching around and helping line him up. Your hand shoots back up to his neck as his grip shifts to your legs, knees resting above them. He starts lifting you up and down, fucking himself and using you. You’re at his mercy, body bouncing on his cock. But he’s not much more composed, moaning and whimpering loudly in your ear. He may be physically in control, but you had such a tight grip on him, that he was completely lost in it.

He thrust as he pulled you in, hitting you deeper and deeper. You pull him in for a kiss, as sloppy and tongue-filled as the last. He’s losing it now, pulling away to mutter nonsense in your ear, stuff about how “absolutely perfect you are,” how “good you feel around me,” and how he “needed you so bad.” He’s spearing yourself on him, your watery eyes looking into his. That only encourages him to go harder, desperate for release. You can feel his body start to tremble under you, and you cling to his back, nails digging in. That does it, a loud, long whine escaping his mouth as he cums, still moving you, just a lot less. He finally stills, wobbly steps towards the couch. Setting you down, he collapses next to you and sighs out.

You tip your head over, resting it on his as one arm wraps around his head in a hug. He hums into it, comforted by the feeling. You whisper in his ear, “Wanna go lay down? There’s not a lot of space here.” He laughs quietly, nodding and slowly getting back up. Both of you get to the bedroom slowly, with wobbly legs and gentle laughs. You fall back against the bed, as Johnny falls forward. You roll towards him, wrapping your legs around him as you nuzzle your head into his neck. He wraps an arm around you and kisses the top of your head tenderly. You look up at him, slightly nervous, and he can tell. “What is it, what’s wrong?” He asks, searching your eyes. You manage to mutter, “Do you think we’re moving too fast? I mean, we’ve barely met and I asked you to stay over again. You’ve got a life to get back to, I’m just holding you back.” He gently smoothes the back of your head and pulls you back into him. “Oh honey, you’re not doing anything like that. At my age, and with what I’ve been through, I don’t like wasting time. I understand the feeling though, if you want to slow down, I don’t mind. But you know, I like spending this time with you, getting to know you better. And I know it’s way too early to talk about this, but if we continue this, what we have, it doesn’t matter where I have to go or what I have to do. You’ll be there, don’t worry. Just focus on this now, on us, ok? We can figure this out more later, as we get to it.” You smile into his neck, satisfied with his answer. “Yeah, that sounds good. But I’ve got work tomorrow, so don’t expect to hang out all day, ok?” He laughs, squeezing you tighter. “Fine, I’ll try and survive without you.”

You barely remember falling asleep, yet it’s morning, sun in your eyes. Johnny is still asleep next to you, sleeping peacefully. You can’t help but smile at him, holding him tighter. He starts to stir, instinctively pulling you closer as well. You try to lean up to kiss him, but his hold is too tight. You laugh quietly at him, pushing lightly against him. His groggy voice pushes out, “What? Why do you wanna leave?” “I don’t,” you giggle out, “I just want to kiss you.” “Oh, you should’ve said so,” he loosens his grip on you and presses his lips into yours lazily. How quickly you’ve gotten used to his presence in the morning, his warmth and gentle touch. “So what’s for breakfast?” You joke. “Already dependant on me, huh? Well, alright, come on.” He sits up, pulling you with him. He walks into the kitchen, with you shortly behind. You sit at the table, looking at him as he starts pulling out cups and plates.

“Hey, Johnny?” You ask sweetly as he turns around to see you. “Yes, dear?” He crosses his arms and stares at you. “We should hang out this week again. Like, go out on another date.” He walks over and kisses you lightly. “Sounds like a plan.”

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friccafracc · 11 days

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DROP THE FIC OR IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS

ALRIGHT OK BUT I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SERIOUSLY SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OK

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“Something is after me. I know it is, I’ve seen it. It looks like a man, but I know that it’s not. It…. It’s face is like a mockery of something human- like- like if you asked someone who has never seen a human to draw or model a person’s face, their smile. No… I don’t think any human would be able to get it that wrong.”

“And I’m not crazy, alright? God, y’all probably get that a lot here, don’t you? You people specialize in crazy. Not that I’m anyone to judge anymore, given the shit I went through before coming out here. I didn’t even know a place like this existed outside the Usher Foundation. I just…there’s some weird, crazy shit out there I guess, and when I heard about y’all, I figured I should probably pay a visit. At least let someone know before I die.”

“I know I’m gonna die.”

“I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Joshua Nelson, I’m originally from the States–Memphis Tennessee. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about Memphis, it’s that nobody in their right mind should EVER move there on their own accord, ‘cause you’ll either get mugged or stalked or both. I was born and raised there, so I never really got the choice during the formative years of my life. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”

“I worked retail in a gas station before…well, everything. It was a shithole. The kind of building where, no matter how hard you scrubbed and no matter how much bleach you used, the stains and smell of smoke would never leave. Instead just…mingled with the citrus of the chemicals. It paid the bills, though, and I was never witness to a robbery, so I couldn’t complain too much. The customers were docile and if I noticed anyone shoplifting, I kept it to myself. I wasn’t getting paid enough to give a damn.”

“We had regulars that would come in on a schedule and regulars that wouldn’t. People who were just passing through the city or visiting family or friends. You get all types in that kinda place, and if you’re placid enough to any asshole who’s having a bad day, everyone gets along just fine. There were a couple of regulars who were friendly enough, though, that I remember their names. Miss Kelly was an older woman, short and heavyset–she was one of the friendlier ones. We’ve got a lot of talkers in the south and boy did she make sure I knew every exact reason for what her kids were getting up to, or what was going on in a reality show she was hooked on at the time.”

“George Michael, a thin man in his 40s, maybe, always came in whenever he needed a new pack of cigarettes, I think he was a chain-smoker, cause he was in there a lot.”

“And then…then there was Hunter. Now Hunter was a younger man, maybe college age. A little older than that? Poor bastard was hooked on something, that much anyone could tell. He was gaunt, a little twitchy, you know, telltale signs of drug abuse. I could never tell what specifically he was on, but then again, it was never my business to know. I treated him the same as every other customer, we all knew he wasn’t gonna cause any harm, he usually came in for food, chips and hotdogs and stuff and he never caused a fuss.”

“I think… I think Hunter is dead.”

“One day he came in, I think it was a Wednesday or something cause it was slow that afternoon, and he burst through the door. Well–maybe not burst, but he came in the building like he was racing to get indoors first before someone else. The guy was usually jittery and, I’ll admit, a little shifty usually, but this was full blown paranoia. It startled me at first, his intensity, and he made a b-line towards the back of the store and ducked behind one of the shelves. Maybe not duck completely like ducking for cover, but it was obvious he was hiding. It almost made me expect the police or some drug lord to come storming through the door, but nobody else came.”

“Hunter stayed pacing in the building for a good 20 or 30 minutes, periodically lifting his head to crane his neck and peer out the window or the glass of the door. I checked once or twice as well, but if someone was out there, I didn’t see them. Eventually the guy calmed down enough to buy something and when he approached the counter with his bag of Doritos he looked almost like he was going to be sick.”

“I asked him if everything was alright, but he just shook his head and left.”

“I didn’t see him again for another week or two after that. Obviously I assumed the worst. I theorized that someone was after him and when he didn’t show up when he usually did it was more than enough to confirm my suspicions. Be it cops or some random person on the street, I couldn’t decide which fate would be worse, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel for the guy at least a little bit.”

“Hunter was almost completely out of my mind when I saw him again. I was surprised. By all accounts, it didn’t look like anything had changed about him. Maybe aside from the fact that his posture was way better than it usually was when I saw him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.”

“Business went on as usual and when he came up to the till with a liter of coke, I offered him a ‘Welcome Back’ and rang him up.”

“When I turned back to him, he was smiling. For some reason it was like a pit opened in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why, though. It looked like Hunter–patchy, unkempt stubble, greasy hair, thin face, sunken eyes. His appearance had never bothered me before, so I was struck with confusion that mixed in with the undefinable, sudden sense of dread.”

“‘Thank you,’ he said as I handed him his change. And he walked out the door. It sounded like Hunter, too.”

“Hunter returned the next day, and the next. Each time he was polite and quiet, and each time he smiled when I rang him up. I counted his teeth. They were straight and flat. When I counted mine in the mirror when I smiled, I saw 17 or 18. Hunter’s counted 24.”

“Maybe he has a dental problem that I didn’t notice until now, I told myself. Human bodies are weird. Sometimes you have more teeth than usual.”

“The fourth day he came in a row, I saw his eyes and his pupils were…swollen, is the only way I can describe them. I know what people’s eyes look like when they’re high. This was not that. It was like they almost swallowed up his irises completely, and they were dull. Dull in the sense that the fluorescents overhead did nothing to cast any reflections onto them. It made me want to writhe and squirm whenever he looked at me.”

“I called in sick the fifth day. I knew Hunter would be back in that gas station to see me. I knew it was to see me. And I knew that thing. That..whatever it was. It wasn’t Hunter.”

“I guess a part of me was always dreading that day. I had always heard stories about people being stalked from friends of friends. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me, right?”

“I saw Hunter at the grocery store the next day, posture straight and face split open into that smile with too many teeth. I didn’t have the mind to be polite. I turned completely around and walked the other way, trying to fool myself thinking that he hadn’t seen me. I kept a pocket knife on me after that encounter. I probably should have been before, but hindsight is always 20/20.”

“Each time I saw him after that, it was worse. On the street to my apartment, his eyes were too wide and his grinning mouth was slightly agape. A crude facsimile of delight as I rushed past him. I stopped going into work when I started to spot him everywhere I went. Every destination no matter how far or random, he was there, grinning at me. He knew where I lived, that I had no doubt. So I went to a friend’s one night hoping to throw him off. Maybe I could move out and lose him. Lord knows I didn’t have the money to break my lease early, but I was desperate.”

“My friend suggested I call the police, but for some reason I was convinced that wouldn’t help. Cops usually only made things worse in that town, and I had a sinking feeling going that route would only waste my time.”

“The final straw was the second night I was crashing on my friend’s couch. I was exhausted, the past few weeks spent sleepless and paranoid and I was ready to finally pass out when I heard a light, rhythmic tapping on the window behind my head.”

“It’s just the wind, I thought to myself. A tree branch or something scraping against the glass. The exhaustion was completely gone, my pounding heart and pumping adrenaline overpowering any lame excuse that I would be stupid enough to be reassured by.”

“I didn’t move from where I lay. Tap. Tap. Tap. Came through the window once again.”

“I don’t know why I laid there for so long, unmoving, convinced that if I didn’t turn around, whatever it was outside would lose interest and leave. I really, really wanted it to leave.”

“I lay still for what felt like hours, every muscle in my body wound up and tense and ready to leap into action at any given opportunity. I was praying the opportunity would never come.”

“I don’t know how long it was when the tapping ceased, but it was long before I finally managed to relax. It seemed like my strategy worked. What an idiotic thing to think. Like I was a child hiding from an imaginary monster in the dark. Like the logic of not giving a stalker any attention so it would go away was sound. No. I think it was that false hope that landed me in this situation.”

“Because when that tapping came again, I wasn’t prepared to turn around. But I did. I turned around and what I saw in the darkness through that glass was… I don’t know what it was. I know it had eyes and teeth. It was grinning, but its teeth stretched well beyond what would be the borders of its face. God, I couldn’t see its face. I knew it was Hunter, though. It had those same lightless eyes that stared back at me every time I closed my own. Dead and dark and dull and staring at me–eating at me, wide and gleeful and spilling into the shadow that I could only assume was a part of the creature, itself. Its form took up nearly the entirety of the window, blocking the outside world. It didn’t move.”

“I screamed. I screamed and closed the curtains and I hid. This woke my friend of course, and she came stumbling out of her room, looking bleary but alert. I tried to signal to her not to go to the window or do anything or to call the police. Thankfully she got the message and the cops were there within the hour.”

“They didn’t find anything. Or anyone, for that matter. I left out the…the monster bit, because I assumed it might land me somewhere I really didn’t want to go.”

“They were about as helpful as I thought they would be. Told me to call them again if I noticed any suspicious activity.”

“I booked my flight here that very night. I wasn’t going to stay in that goddamn city with whatever the HELL that thing was. I don’t want to end up like Hunter. I don’t want it to wear my skin.”

“It will, though. I know it will and it scares me more than anything in the world. And I know I can’t escape it, either.”

“It followed me here. I saw it. It was still grinning at me and it was still. Wearing. Hunter’s. Skin. The shadow that was cast over it made it so I could only see the whites of it’s eyes....its teeth.”

“I don’t want to die.”

#txt #oc fic #tma sona #tma oc #avatar of the stranger #ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN FIC...PLS BE NICEYS

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years

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Bing Bong Bing;

So I’ve seen a bunch of friends fics being written and I thought I’d give it a go so voila enjoy x

Summary - awaking in the middle of the night draws a fear to you, only for your best friend to find out your well kept secret

Pairing - Chandler Bing x Monica’s roommate!Reader

Warnings - dangerous use of frying pans, secret relationships

A racket reverberated from the kitchen, echoing through the hall and there was no doubt someone outside. You couldn’t help but walk out of your room which was next to Monica’s and plod through the living space through the dead of night, all to witness your roommate holding a frying pan suspiciously and Chandler cradling the crown of his head.

“What is going on here?” You groggily asked, screwing your eyebrows up at the situation, not knowing all too well how to intake the scene given the fact that you were still half asleep and wishing to god that all things remained sealed by any lips present. “Don’t tell me you hit Chandler with the pan Mon!”

“No I’m just holding my head for an entirely different reason and Monica hit somebody else on the head with it.” Monica had her arms crossed as she looked between the pair of you, her senses picking up on evidence of panic that was slowly growing from you as you awoke to an understanding state.

“Anything you wanna tell me y/n?” She asked, tucking her weapon of choice behind her elbow as she quirked a brow at you and crossed her arms. You could only imagine how her cooks responded to her but you weren’t ready to give in so easily, she’d have to cook you a little longer.

“I mean if it were Joey at least he wouldn’t be able to lose any more brain cells.” You offered with a sly smile, earning a eye roll from the younger Geller sibling. Chandler huffed, asking if anybody was going to fetch him something to ice his injury with before he walked to the freezer himself.

“About why Chandler was sneaking in at this time y/n? Got any ideas on that?” You bit your bottom lip for a second as you thought before the perfect excuse rang through your brain that hadn’t been rattled by a metal utensil or at least yet. You’d have to remember to leave your key at home if you went over to Chandler and Joeys otherwise you’d be caught red handed all again.

“Um I reckon he snuck in to steal food like he always does.” You shrugged causing Monica to silently turn to your male friend in question to see if that was really the reason.

“I’ve stolen food now to ice the lump that is gonna expand from my scalp.” He gestured to the bag of peas that he was holding to his head. “But yes I came here to get food because I love food, food is beautiful and I never want to spend a second away from food. I can’t sleep without food beside me because I worry about food and if I were in the same apartment as food I’d do the same thing to protect food if someone was trying to break in as Monica just did!” He exasperated breathing heavy from the metaphorical rant that he had just spoken.

“Food loves you too Chan.” You spoke, understanding all that he was putting across and as you had said that a weight was lifted from his very chest. “And food is sorry that Monica hit you with the frying pan.”

“Something tells me we’re not talking about food. I’m a chef and even I’m not this attached to it, I get it. You love him you love her, and you didn’t want anyone to know about this little affair behind closed doors, not even me…”

“Mon come on, it’s not like I didn’t want you to know, your my best friend of course I wanted you to. But-“

“Enjoy your food, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” She put the frying pan on the side and walked to her room leaving you and Chandler alone after the two of you had confessed your love for each other.

“Maybe next time I’ll get a takeaway at my place.” He suggested causing you to laugh as he walked closed and as he did so you grabbed the bag of peas and held them in place for him. “You know she’ll forgive you she’s just mad you didn’t tell her, all with pass and you’ll be as tight as magnets again.”

“Or as close as that frying pan was on your head.”

#chandler bing x reader #chandler x reader #friends x reader #friends imagine #friends fic #chandler Bing fic

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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3am | e.m

| eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers lol, uh crying ? that’s abt it. angst & fluff !

summary: its late and eli had to see you. he felt so lost, but once he was able to hug you he finally felt like he was at home.

authors note: hi babes ! i’m so sorry for being away. my mental health has been at an all time low recently. i plan to slowly get back in the groove of writhing again. but ! this is my first cobra kai blurb. i decided to post something short and see how well it does. (plus i just love eli w my whole heart). enjoy !! feedback is appreciated ! 🤍

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the constant tapping on your window was bound to wake you up, it was getting repetitive and annoying. with a quiet huff, you turned your phone on to check the time.

3:20 am

you ripped your blankets off your legs and walked to your window where the tapping continued. you opened the window carefully, then spotted eli. this wasn’t uncommon but he never came this late in the night. he stood there staring back at you with puffy eyes, which you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“eli? it’s three in the morning” you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up to make sense of the situation. “i know, can i come in?” his voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to make out what he said. you nodded, standing to the side allowing him in.

“what’s going on? you look disturbed.” you closed the window behind him, keeping all the cool air inside. he had sat on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can't sleep. tried everything” he shrugged your question off, avoiding confrontation. he averted his gaze, refusing to look at you. anything but you. “you can't lie to me. i’ve known you for years.” you took a few steps closer to him, “what’s really going on?” you hummed, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

he looked down contemplating his choice of words or if he should just rip the hoodie off. hesitantly, eli brought his hand up and removed the hood covering what once was his famous mohawk.

instantly you removed your hand from his shoulder to your mouth. a quiet gasp escaped your lips. “eli..my god” you whispered. “when…who..” you hesitated, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

“robby..” his voice breaking as he answered. you were quick to bend down and wrap your arms around him, which is exactly what he wanted. you.

“i’m so sorry.” you hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. eli could feel tears threatening to fall, he hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time. way before he had met you. but now, he never felt more lost. “i just don’t know what to do. or who i am.the mohawk kept the attention away from my scar.” he sniffles, which caused you to pull away and bring a hand to his chin bring his face to meet yours. “eli. you’re eli, you’re hawk. you are the boy i fell in love with. a hairstyle doesn’t define you.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around you again. “just promise you won’t leave me?” he murmured, pressing his head against your stomach.

hearing that only made your heart shatter. “eli..i could never.” you replied. “nothing is gonna happen to us. i promise.” your chin rested on his head, rubbing his back. “can i stay with you tonight? i don’t want to be alone.”

you took a quick glance at the clock, it was now nearing four am. “my parents are out of town for the week. so it’ll be okay. ” he nodded, “if you don’t mind.” you shook your head, finally

“everything will be okay, eli. i promise.” you smiled, reassuring him. “it’ll work out, i’ll be in your corner no matter what.” now, eli was feeling better now that he was holding you. you made all of his worries fade away in an instant. “thank you, y/n. i can always count on you” he shared, pressing a kiss on your temple and drawing circles on your back.

it didn’t take long for the both of you to pass out cold. it had always been the two of you and it will always be the two of you. no matter what obstacles life throws at you.

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Anonymous Asks: "I have an ideaaa, what about some somnophilia with (yandere) ian? I was thinking maybe he drugs the reader, first intending to just cuddle with them but then he just gets horny cause he's such a desperate and emotional mess and he just misses them so much"

Content: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, thigh fucking, fingering, creampie, Ian is horny and pathetic

It was only ever supposed to be cuddling. He didn’t have any ulterior motive, honest! He was just going to slip you a little sleeping pill and then cuddle up to you in bed. Rest his head on your chest, wrap his arms around you, close his eyes and listen to your heartbeat. Just like old times.

But he’s feeling so raw. So vulnerable. And he can smell your shampoo. He can feel your warm skin under his hands. Your soft breath stirs his hair. And you’re so deeply asleep, he made sure of it. Nothing short of a miracle would wake you before the drugs had run their course.

He’s hard. Of course he’s hard. He could never keep his damned hormones under control. Not when it comes to you. Just the sight of you fills him with heat. Your smile, your laugh, your voice. Even hearing the vague mumbles as you sleep is enough to make his cock twitch.

“How do you always do this?” His voice is a soft whine, face pressing into your neck as his hips shyly grind against your thigh. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

He hates it, not being able to control himself like this. He wishes he had more control. That he could ignore the way you affect him. Pretend to be cool and suave and sweep you off your feet instead of dropping to his knees and begging for you. But he can’t. The simple fact is, he’s wrapped around your finger. Whether you want him there or not.

“I… I know I don’t deserve this…” His breathing picks up as his hands fumble with your clothes. “But I can’t help it. I… I can’t!”

You’d understand. Of course you would. You’ve always understood. You know who he is. He’s laid his heart bare for you time and time again, and each and every time you kissed him and promised it changed nothing. So surely this won’t either! It’s nothing you haven’t done before, after all…

He frees you from your clothes, clumsily discarding his own as well. He’s so pent up. It’s been so long. Can you really blame him for being so eager? He throws your underwear into the pile of his clothes, already imagining how nice it’ll be to smell you whenever he wants. You smell so good. You’ve always smelled so good.

“I-I’m sorry…” He’s panting against your neck, hands shyly groping at your body as his cock slides between your thighs. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you? I j-just can’t help it…”

He presses his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply. His cock twitches at the familiar smell. He’s fucking your thighs with slow rolls of his hips, hands gripping onto you tightly as he whines in appreciation. You’re so soft. So warm. And he can feel you getting turned on by it. You want this too! Oh god, how relieved he is to know you want this too.

“I love you… so much…” His voice comes out between pants, hand moving to tease you. “I’ll m-make you feel good too, I promise!”

He ruts between your thighs, precum slicking them up until he’s fucking them with ease. His head catches on your hole with each thrust, drawing soft moans from your sleeping body and making you drip with arousal. You want this. You want him. He can feel it in every little moan and twitch of your hips. You want him.

“No no no no… Not yet…” His eyes squeeze shut, tears slipping out as he desperately wills himself not to cum too soon. “I c-can’t, not yet…”

His hand reaches blindly for the lube he knows you keep on the bedside table. With shaking hands, he works your hole open slowly, trying not to let the soft warmth of your insides get to him. He can’t cum. Not yet. Not until he’s inside of you. He needs to cum inside of you. To leave you dripping with proof of his love.

“Finally… finally…” He presses the head of his cock to your hole, slick fingers returning to teasing you. “We’ll be together again. Properly together.”

Your sleeping body welcomes him with ease, more little sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. He stills as he bottoms out in you, face pressed into your neck. You’re so soft. So warm. You feel like you were made for him. Made to take his cock. Halfway between his saving grace and his personal fleshlight.

“D-don’t you feel it? We were made for each other…” Ian whimpers, tears wetting your skin. “You were m-made to take me like this.”

He fucks you with slow rolls of his hips, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t cum too soon. He wants you to cum first. To feel you cum around him. To know he was the one to make you feel this good. He needs it. He needs to know he’s good enough for you, that he deserves to cum inside of you.

His hands work to bring you to orgasm, and he’s rewarded with your limp body tensing under him. Waves of pleasure roll through you, cum leaving both of you slick and sticky. Your hole tightens around him, milking his cock. He watches your back arch. Your eyes flutter. Watches you cum for him even as the drugs keep you in a deep sleep.

“S-see? I told you I could do it! I p-promised I’d make you feel good too. And I did. I… hah… oh god…” His hips rut into you eagerly, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself. “Take it! T-take my cum~”

His lips press against your pulse as he cums deep inside of you. He can feel your heart beat under his lips. It’s so steady, so even. It grounds him through the waves of pleasure. His hands grope at every inch of your body he can reach, desperate to feel all of you. You’re all he wants. You’re all he’s ever wanted…

He’s shaking by the time he finishes, hands trembling and eyes prickling with tears. He feels… satisfied. And guilty. And a thousand other feelings that tangle up in his chest like so many balls of yarn knotted together. Regret, lust, loneliness, disgust, desperation, love… All he wants is for things to go back to the way they were. To be able to hold you again. Fuck you again. Be with you again. He hadn’t meant for any of it to go this way. His life. Your relationship. Tonight…

It was only ever supposed to be cuddling.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj ian #ian duff x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Angel by the Wings - NINETEEN

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy

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The house was dark when Jake pulled his truck into the driveway. Your car was parked out front and based on the fact that it was six in the morning, you were clearly still asleep. Jake carried their bags towards his apartment as Bradley trailed behind him. The blond had slapped his hands away the second he reached for his bags so he just gave up and accepted the help. It was nice to take the pressure off of his ribs, but he would never admit that to Jake because he didn’t want to see the smug look on his face.

Dim light flickered from the TV onto the far wall and Bradley pushed ahead of Jake as he set their bags down and found you curled up on the couch, a blanket strewn across your legs and your lips parted as soft breaths escaped you. Jake joined his side just as Bradley reached down and touched your hip gently. A sharp intake of breath escaped you and your eyes shot open, immediately causing Bradley to apologize for scaring you.

But you didn’t care.

“You’re back!” you gasped, scrambling to get the blanket off of you and practically launching yourself at the two men. Jake took the brunt of the hit and laughed around his groan of pain. Bradley scruffed the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to his temple as you buried your face in Jake’s neck.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake answered. “Everyone in the team is safe.”

Your keen eyes trailed over both of their faces and a frown flitted across your brows, your hand reaching up to touch the side of Rooster’s neck gently where a butterfly bandage covered one of the nastier cuts he had received.

“You’re hurt.” Your voice was just a muted whisper and he quickly caught your wrist and drew your hand up to his lips, a kiss pressing against your knuckles.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a few bumps and bruises. It’ll heal up quick.”

Your eyes darted to Jake. “And you?”

“Unscratched, darlin’. Roo here got the brunt of the mission.”

Your eyes widened further, if that was even at all possible, and your restraint snapped. You threw your arms around Bradley’s shoulders and pressed your face against his neck, relishing in the rough burn of his mustache as he peppered kisses to your temple. Jake saw the tight draw of your shoulders and the way you clenched the back of Rooster’s shirt and he immediately pressed up on your other side, sandwiching your smaller form between the two hulking masses of men. Jake dropped a kiss to the top of your head and rubbed circles into your hip.

“We’re okay, angel. All of us. I promise. You’ll be able to give everyone a dressing down at the bar tomorrow,” Bradley murmured. Once you were able to pull away from them without bursting into tears, you stepped back and wiped the back of your hand across your cheek

“Can I cash in on that promise you made before we left?” Leave it to Hangman to lighten the mood. He wiggled his brows and Bradley chuckled, laying a kiss on the shorter man’s jaw. Your eyes lit up and you squirmed out of their arms.

“Give me a second to brush my teeth,” you called as you darted towards the bathroom. The two men chuckled at your excitement. Jake rested his hand on Bradley’s lower back and nudged him towards the couch.

“Go sit down. I’ll get the laundry started. Keep her entertained so she doesn’t start trying to cook breakfast before I get back. God fucking knows she’ll light the oven on fire.”

He grabbed the handles of their duffle bags and headed towards the laundry room in the far back of the apartment. You emerged from the bedroom right when he passed and he dropped the bags and turned on his heel, sweeping you into his arms and laying a kiss on your lips that had you grinning.

“I missed you,” he murmured.

“Sap,” you teased. “I missed you too.”

Jake pecked your lips once more and then jerked his head towards the living room. “Go show Roo how much you missed him.”

Your smile grew even further and you dashed off towards the couch, giving Jake a chance to study your form and take in the way your hips swung. He grabbed the bags, intent on getting this done quickly so he could join you two on the couch. Some of your clothes peeked out of the dryer door and he rolled his eyes. You hated folding laundry, but lucky for you, his mom had instilled her love for watching trashy television and folding clothes. Call him a house husband, but he would willingly do your laundry if it meant he could make sure you wore his shirts.

He tossed in his and Rooster’s dirty flight suits, after ensuring the patches were removed, along with their undershirts and other various clothes they had packed. Once he had the load started, he figured it would be a good time to start making breakfast. Or hell, he was tired, maybe they could go get some McDonald’s or something.

When he entered the living room, he found Bradley tugging your shirt sleeve up as you protested. An ACE bandage was wrapped around your bicep and he grabbed your wrist so he could stop your jerky movements and study your arm.

“What the hell happened?” Jake exclaimed. “Did you get hurt?”

“No, I had a doctor’s visit and they had to do a small procedure but it’s nothing, it’s fine!”

Bradley ignored your protests and deftly unwrapped the bandage, revealing an angry red incision mark. You winced as his fingers pressed just below the wound and he immediately let go.

“It’s fine, guys. I promise.” Panic started to tinge your voice and you pulled your arm close, crossing it over your stomach. “It’ll be fully healed in a week.”

“Why did you have to go to the doctor’s?” Jake came around the couch and pressed his hand to your forehead and then your cheek. “I thought it was just a stomach bug.”

“It wasn’t that. I mean, it was but-”

“Flu? Infection?”

“I’m fucking pregnant!”

You clapped your hands over your mouth and you stared at the two men in horror. Oh fuck, this was not how you wanted to tell them. You had a whole plan. You were going to sit them down and show the results and explain how it must have happened. You were going to ease them into it.

Instead, you had just dropped the fucking ball and blurted it out all because of them being fucking worry warts. Jake was frozen solid, his lips parted but no sound escaping him. Bradley’s eyes were fixed on your shirt-covered stomach.

“How long?” Bradley croaked out.

“Four weeks. I don’t know the exact date, but it’s one of you two.”

You stepped back, wrapping both arms around your midsection as if that would protect you and whatever little lump of life inside of you from the two men staring at you in complete silence.

“Listen, I didn’t plan for this,” you said desperately. “None of us did and I get that, I understand totally. But I am just as confused as you.”

“How the fuck did this happen?” Bradley exclaimed.

“I had an implant, which is what I had removed at the doctor’s, and even if it was faulty, we used condoms, but that isn’t always one hundred percent effective. We’re pretty much the prime example for some mom’s abstinence only crusade.”

“And you’re keeping it?” Jake asked quietly.

“I…I’m not sure. I wanted to tell you two first and then figure it out from there. I found out three days ago, okay? I’m just as overwhelmed as you are right now.”

Bradley shoved away from the couch and instinctively you flinched back. A torn look flickered across his face and he tugged at his curls before shaking his head and striding towards the front door.

“Rooster, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jake shouted.

Bradley waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t know. Don’t fucking care. I just can’t be here right now.”

The walls shook at the force of the door slamming shut behind him. You buried your face in your hands and Jake hesitantly crossed the room until he was standing in front of you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and you immediately shrugged him off.

“Don’t,” you snapped. Your eyes blazed with a fiercer anger than he had ever seen before. Your chin jerked up and you met his gaze head on. “Don’t.”

“Darlin’-”

“I did you a fucking courtesy by telling you. I could have just fucked off to the nearest Planned Parenthood and never spoke about it for the rest of my life, but I didn’t. So I don’t want to fucking hear it. It’s my body and it’s my fucking choice and it’s my fucking baby. I don’t give a shit who the father is because no matter what, I am not going to sit here and have two men with daddy issues tell me that they can’t man up and do the right thing.”

You pushed past him and beelined for his guest room. The door slammed shut behind you and Jake exhaled a long, weighty sigh. He slumped down on the couch and rested his head back on the cushion, his blue eyes locked on the ceiling above him.

Jacob Seresin wasn’t the kind of guy who stayed around. He fucked them and then moved on. He wasn’t the white picket fence, 2.5 kids kind of guy. He never envisioned being a father, especially since his own dad was a drunken sack of shit who took his frustration out with his fist.

And now there’s a chance that you could be pregnant with his kid.

Fuck.

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darling2411 · 2 years

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Take it out on me

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: smut [ making out, p in v, unprotected sex]

summary: The Monaco GP 2022

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The sound of the door slamming shut pulled you out of your light slumber.

You had fallen asleep after waiting for your boyfriend to come home, but as you had already suspected, he had gotten kept up at work.

You hear him put down his things and take off his shoes and the zipper of his jacket slicing through the silence, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Charles” you say silently.

“Mon dieu! Mon amour you frightened me.”

“M’sorry baby. And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t come to the race today with you, saw how it ended for you love.” You say while getting up to greet your boyfriend lovingly.

“It’s no problem, mon ange, it was an unfortunate ending but I’m happy for Carlos he deserves every point today.” Charles hugs you tight, his head resting comfortably on yours and he begins swaying you lightly.

“Let’s go to bed, do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“Charles?”

“Yes mon amour?”

“Out with it, what do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're cream cake sugary sweet, that indicates that you want something most of the time.”

“Huh. Well it is true mon amour.”

“So, what is it Charles? You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I love you.”

“I’m ugh stop being so sweet.” He groans “ I’ll ruin the mood, don’t hate me.”

“Just spit it out already!” You roll your eyes.

“Can we, you know, have intercourse?”

You look at him dumbfounded before you burst out laughing, your head is thrown back and you step away from him, your body shaking with laughter.

“Intercourse??” You ask laughing hard “ Charles oh my god” you burst out laughing again, crying joyous tears now “ hell of course we can have intercourse, or you could simply fuck me.”

Your boyfriend's cheeks redden. “Don’t make fun of me now”

He says pouting before he pulls you close again and seals your lips shut in a searing hot kiss.

The atmosphere immediately fills with sparks and tension. Your body buzzes with awareness of how close he is and how good his mouth feels on yours. You let out a moan chanting yes yes yes don’t stop never stop and he must have been able to read your thoughts because he doesn’t stop, no, he only kisses you harder ,more passionately, if that's even possible.

His tongue invades your mouth, makes it his, just how he made your heart his.

“Charles god” you say breathless,” the bedroom, please”

Your boyfriend doesn’t answer with words, but actions. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing into your core deliciously, you whimper, his every step causing an amount of friction on your cunt. Just never enough to satisfy you, it’s only making you more desperate to feel him inside you.

Charles lays you down on the bed, your legs still wrapped around him, the look in his eyes takes your breath away.

He’s so beautiful.

“Thank you mon chérie can only give it back.”

You had said that out loud?

You put your hands around his neck and lean up to his ear to whisper “Take it out on me Charles.” He holds your face in his neck and breathes heavily. You take the opportunity and litter his neck in kisses. Sucking on particular spots you know drive him crazy.

“God women, you’ll be the death of me.”

He hears you chuckle and can’t help but smile too. God, how much he loves you.

Pulling back you stare into his eyes. They are clouded with desire. He kisses you. Your body is sofly placed on the bed with him between your legs. Charles trails down to your neck sucking and nibbling coaxing moans and whimpers out of you. You sit up and he helps you out of your shirt and immediately latches onto the new exposed skin. His hands roam your upper body, travelling to your back and unclipping your bralette. He takes it off and cups your breasts in his warm hands. The contrast of his warm hands to the cold air makes you whimper in delight.

Your nipples are hard and sensitive to his every touch. You love it, love how he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You love him.

“Charles please”

“Oui oui mon petit papillon, be patient. “

You are writhing underneath him when he finally puts one of his hands in your sleep shorts and gets two fingers rolling over the front of your panties.

You whimper, needing more.

He pulls your panties to the side, tapping your clit causing you to jolt and moan out his name.

When he is satisfied with the amount of hickeys decorating your skin he stops his abuse on your torso and goes down on you. His hands pull your shorts down and throw them onto the floor, your panties following shortly after.

Laying now completely bare in front of him he takes his time looking at you. His eyes travel over every part of your body, making tingles follow his line of sight.

“Charles, don’t be cruel”

He gives you a wicked grin before undressing himself teasingly slow.

You groan in annoyance.

Finally undressed Charles kneels before you on the bed.

“You want me to make you come with my mouth and fingers first-“

“No Charles, just fuck me please.” You interrupt him desperately.

He takes a shaky breath before pushing into you. The two of you moan in sync when he fills you to the brim. His name a chant on your lips and he is thrusting into you over and over again. Everything but him fades and your only focus lies on how he’s making you feel. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pumping in and out of you at reckless speed, chasing both of your highs.

He is filing you out in every way possible. His soul is tangled with yours, his heart and yours are one, and his mind, his beautiful mind, is nestled against yours.

Your thoughts are all over the place. You're out of your body and you're not in the moment anymore. You're somewhere else with him, always with him. Your eyes and his are locked and you see the world in his eyes, the universe, everything. You see so much love and adoration, desire and longing. And you can’t stop staring into his eyes. Can’t stop screaming his name.

He’s making you feel so good, so much, so alive.

“I can feel you clenching around me mon amour. I know you’re close. Let go baby I’ll catch you.”

Your jaw goes slack and your falling over the edge. And just as promise Charles catches you. He’s holding you close to him as his hips are still rutting into you. With a final thrust he spills his seed into you. You moan. He shouts your name.

The pair of you is breathless and sweaty. His head rests on your sternum and one of your hands is tangled in his hair. Tugging at it and helping him calm down.

When you catch your breath you suggest that you take a shower but are met with only silence.

He fell asleep and it makes you smile.

You push him off of you carefully and stand up to go to the bathroom. He’s saying something you can’t quite make out but you respond anyway.

“I’ll be right back, love. M’just gonna clean myself up and go pee then I’ll be back.”

He murmurs something inaudible and snuggles into his pillow.

You walk into the bathroom with a smile attached to your lips. He’s just the cutest.

You handle what you wanted to do in the bathroom and return to Charles and the warmth and coziness of your shared bed quickly.

“I love you mon chérie. Your the best.”

“ I love you too, Perceval. Whenever you need me just tell me.”

Charles opens up his arms and you snuggle close to him.

His heart beat is like a lullaby, letting you drift off to sleep easily.

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anaslair · 3 months

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I’m a straight Bengali girl (daughter of Aphrodite), who’s a little chubby and has a lot of acne scars (both of which I’m insecure about, though, I’ve been staring to like my acne scars lately). I wear glasses and without them, the world around me is very blurry. I’m pretty shy and nervous, so I sort of have trouble speaking to strangers or people I don’t know well. But once I’m comfortable around you and we mutually see each other as friends, I’m able to show you my chaotic side and feel comfortable saying some pretty wild things. I also make quite a few sexual jokes. Though I am more comfortable to speak freely with my friends, if I’m in a relatively big group that consists of my friends, I get really nervous speaking in front of all of them, so I opt to talk to individuals rather than the collective. I crave for physical affection but I never ask for it because I’ll feel bad if I get rejected of such, so I’ll wait til someone decide to give me affection. I’m a huge romantic fan and love reading romance stories or fanfic, and I love men who are completely obsessed with you. If I’m going to be honest, I feel more attracted to depressed or sad men rather than happy or cheerful men. I love eating food, but don’t really like eating in front of people much cause I always feel like I’m being judge for the way I eat even if that’s not actually the case. I can’t help it, so I prefer to eat alone. My favourite food is chicken curry and rice! I have trouble keeping eye contact so I usually look somewhere else while talking to people, but I do occasionally (while in the conversation) do make eye contact. There are times where it takes time for my brain to process some situations or dialogue, and I have an awfully memory. I also hate reading out load cause my brain takes time to process the words on the paper for me to read out load, so it makes me say the words out load slowly and almost choppy, you know? I love my friends very much and always love to hang out with them, even if we are simply in a room together only doing our own thing. I just like being in their presence. Though, once my social battery runs out, I’d like to be alone in my room (though, I I have a romantic partner, I wouldn’t mind them being with me). I’m always open to be their for my friends if they are down and listen to their problems, but not good at verbally comforting them, so I’m open for providing them physical comfort such as a hug or rubbing their back if that’s what they want. If I don’t anything embarrassing, I will constantly think about the moment for years and best myself over it and mentally redo that whole conversation or action in a way better way that I should have done to have not embarrassed myself earlier, you know? I very kind and often give people the benefit of the doubt, and I’m sort of a pushover, but I’m still able to say no to situations that make me uncomfortable.

I love reading, drawing, and creating ocs and world building. I’m such a mythology nerd, especially when it comes to Greek mythology (I have many books about these myths). I absolutely hate bugs and because of them, I hate being in forests and such cause I always get swarmed by them. I’m also afraid of the dark, so when I sleep, I leave my door open and the hallway light on.

My matchups are usually long like this so that’s why they may take a little while to come out 🥸 pls bear with me guys 🫶

Hope you like it anon!! Have a great day and tysm for requesting!!! <3

I match you with…

Luke Castellan!!

(Let’s all collectively join hands and pretend he didn’t die 🫰)

After the second titan war was officially over, Luke went through a lot before finally being able to return to camp

He did literally stab himself to end Kronos’s reign of terror, so after a long fight discussion amongst the gods, it was decided he should be given a second chance at life. A brand new start

Not without cleaning his mess first though. He was assigned by the gods to send a load of monsters he recruited for Kronos back to Tartarus, while simultaneously healing from his fatal wound

Even under Apollo’s direct care, the injury left a huge, nasty scar on his body

Honestly, he preferred facing whatever punishment Hades had for him in the Underworld than helping any god. But he owed everyone (specially Annabeth and Thalia, his real family) an apology and to make things right

So he killed a shitload of monsters, (complained the whole time)

When he finally got back to camp, he almost couldn’t believe how much it had changed. The place was PACKED with new campers (and they were not all cramped in his cabin like usual 😱)

And there were twice as many cabins too??? for the smaller gods???

Was he at the right place?😀 Was he actually dead?🧍‍♂️

Took a lot of explaining for him to believe he wasn’t

The thought of demigods not having to go through what he went through was incredible, but hard to believe

A bit bittersweet for him too

On top of that, it took a lot of time and effort to regain everyone’s trust on him

Even with all the new space available in the Hermes cabin, he had to sleep on the ground for a long time before his siblings let him have a bed 💀

He had to prove himself for a long time before everyone started opening up to him again

Slowly but surely, it started to happen!! Annabeth and most of the campers got back to speaking terms with him, Thalia visited sometimes and Percy was still a little sus every time they interacted (specially when Annabeth was in the room🤷‍♀️) but it eventually got better

It wasn’t the same as before of course, which made him feel…lonely most of the time. It wasn’t perfect, but he was grateful for at least not being completely ignored

Travis and Connor even stole a new pillow for him after a while of him sleeping without any 👏

Soon enough, life was almost normal again (as normal as a demigod’s life could get)

He did live with an imense sense of guilt and had recurring nightmares about what happened, accompanied with sharp pains on his chest, right where he stabbed himself

But it was a small price to pay for all the pain he caused, he thought

Eventually, he became head counselor of the Herme’s cabin again and Chiron gave him permission to teach sword lessons to the newest campers.

Life was as good as it could get for him, for sure

Though it definitely got a million times better with you in it

You were one of the new campers, practically Luke’s age when you arrived, which got yourself urgent self defense lessons with Mr. Castellan himself

He was the ideal person for the job, being the best swordsman on camp and all

Chiron also knew Luke had a way of making newcomers feel welcomed, being used to do it with practically every new kid in camp before the war

So, as Luke made his way to your first lesson, he tried to come up with a way to politely ask you how you survived all this time without proper training-

Only to give it up as soon as he laid his eyes on you

Of course you were a daughter of Aphrodite, you were drop dead gorgeous. Probably survived all this time outside camp by using the power her kids inherited, charmspeak

All of that was going through his head while he intensely stared at you without saying a word 🗿

Making you nervously eye him back 👁️👁️

Noticing you were getting anxious, he snapped out of it, the very tip of his ears getting slightly red

Quickly introducing himself as your new self defense teacher, he offered a hand for you to shake

To which you did after a bit of an awkward pause, nodding at his words. He seemed like a confident, nice guy

He took it you were a bit shy so he made sure to try and not to make you uncomfortable while teaching you some basic sword moves and techniques

You were doing your best to keep up but honestly felt like straight up dying everytime Luke asked you to repeat a move

The sword was heavy and the afternoon was hot, making you sweat profusely

That’s when everything went downhill :)

Your glasses just wouldn’t stay still in your face, the sweat making them slip down your nose every time you tried a new move

Right as you were about to swing your sword for the millionth time, your glasses fully fell off your face, making you flail the big weapon around uncontrollably

Coincidentally chopping a good amount of Chiron’s tail off, who was just passing by to check on your progress

Chiron promised he needed a new trim anyway, but that didn’t stop you from apologizing almost a thousand times and sitting down with your face buried in your hands

The situation amused Luke profusely, but he could also tell you were seriously beating yourself up about it

So after thinking for a while, he gently tapped you on the arm, showing you small scar he had on his forearm

He told you it was from his first ever sword lesson, but it wasn’t caused by a sword

When you gave him a confused look, he told you it was a consequence of accidentally poking a Pegasus’s bottom with a sharp weapon

You tried not to, but you laughed right at his face

Which made Luke smile as well, you had a cute laugh

After that, you slowly started opening up to your sword teacher, who actually got attached to you pretty quickly

Y’alls friendship was honestly precious oml, he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were completely unhinged when y’all were alone, which got both of you a lot of inside jokes

When you first made a sexual joke in front of him he was completely shook

You were in the middle of training, making him accidentally cut a whole training doll in half after you said it

Who knew that something like that could come out of a shy person like yourself

He laughed and threw a dirty joke right back at you, but his ears were completely red in the process

The first time he had one of his pain streaks next to you he got really stressed out, not really wanting to talk about the origin of his injury

Partially because it was tremendously hard for him to talk about his past, but also because he was afraid you’d hate him for it

But you never pressured him to say anything, just sat beside him with a hand on his back for support, furrowed brows in concern as you waited for his pain to pass

He absolutely adored you for that

He didn’t feel alone anymore

He’s a naturally attentive person so he can always tell when you’re uncomfortable in social situations, always making sure that everything you’re saying is getting the correct amount of attention, even if he was the only one listening to it

Everyone knew he kind of had a soft spot for you (totally unrelated to the crush he was developing on you)

He always went easy on you at sparring lessons, just to absolutely humiliate whoever was next against him by winning in seconds

He sneaked food into your cabin when you absolutely could not stand eating with everyone else at the dining pavilion

(anyone else would probably get caught in the act and get absolutely wrecked by the harpies, but he was a son of the god of thieves so 😋)

Kept you close during capture the flag, not only to keep an eye on you but also because he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were more scared of the bugs than the monsters who lived inside the woods

You dealt with the monsters and he jabbed all the bugs on the way, you made a pretty good team

It was pretty obvious he had a thing for you, everyone knew about it but you apparently

I mean, he stole got you a whole deck of mythomagic cards because he knew you were totally obsessed with mythology, the guy was pretty much down bad for you pls 😩

And honestly, you felt the exact same way

It was pretty clear in the way your face got full on red every time he had any type of physical contact with you

He adored it and absolutely did it on purpose just to get a reaction out of you

He wanted to let you know how he felt, he really did

But on top of not wanting to risk your friendship, he was deathly afraid you’d absolutely despise him after you found out about his past

It was only a matter of time anyway, but he was going to avoid it as much as he could

Although you found out way sooner and it went WAY better than he expected

It was a warm night and you were awfully quiet, more than usual

It wasn’t because your social battery went out. No… he knew something was up by the way you hugged yourself tightly, touching your face from time to time

He asked if you wanted to hang out by the beach for a bit, to which you silently agreed

Y’all sat in silence for a while, Luke giving you concerned side eyes from time to time

He eventually spoke up, saying you could talk to him about anything you wanted to, he’d listen

Your eyes watered a bit. You breathed out and eventually told him that some days, you had a bit of trouble accepting your current weight and your acne scars

You told him you were working on it but some days were harder than others

Honestly, he was bamboozled lol

He could never imagine someone as beautiful as you had those kind of insecurities

Before even thinking about it, he said you were absolutely perfect in his eyes

It was the first thing he thought when he met you actually

You almost choked on air bro WHAT

Your face was COMPLETELY red, about to explode🚨

Ears fully red after realizing how he slipped, he quickly continued, telling you that he also understood how you felt

He touched the scar he had on his face, lowering his hand to touch the one on his chest right after

You knew something bad had happened to him. But you also knew he had to tell you on his own terms

You just softly repeated what he told you

“You can talk to me about anything you want to, I’ll listen”

His eyes met yours and you were surprised by how much sadness they held in that moment

He shifted his gaze from you to the sand, taking handfulls of it just to let it fall from his fingers as he told you about his past

He told you everything

“You can… cut contact with me if you want to, I’ll understand-“

He was suddenly interrupted by you hugging him

He was surprised to say the least, arms slowly closing around you after some time as he let out a shaky breath

You both sat like that for a while before you told him that none of what he said changed the way you felt about him, everyone deserved a second chance

Wait

The way… you felt about him?

Oop

He pulled apart from you gently, still holding you close in front of him

“Exactly how do you feel about me?”

You had no choice but to confess, face fully red and straight up stuttering the whole time

He smile was HUGE oh my gods that little shit was enjoying every second of it

When you finished, you were trembling a bit, afraid you just ruined the best friendship you ever had

Imagine your surprise when he slowly leaned in, kissing you

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

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starwarsloverpizza · 2 years

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Again - 1

Maverick x Iceman x Reader/(Y/N)

Again: 1, 2

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff

Notes: Reader’s callsign is Dragon, their R.I.O.’s is Axel. The timeline is weird, please deal with it.

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“Jesus Christ,” You muttered under your breath. You needed to write this letter, but it was taking forever. You would rather be flying today, but you weren’t. The letter was to an old friend who also used to fly in Top Gun; they were an admiral now. Adi “Fog” Kipler. They were in Top Gun 3 years ago, top of their class. You two mostly addressed each other by your call signs though. Yours was Dragon.

Fog was they/them, which you found awesome. You had beaten up 5 guys from insults they gave them. They told you to stop doing it, but you never did. You were able to get away with maybe one hit to the face, while the other person would be lying on the floor. Just one example of how well your callsign fit you.

You wished that Mav and/or Ice was here with you, but they were flying today. You didn’t know why, but there had been a nagging feeling in your gut for a while. You were nervous something bad had happened, but you shook your head and tried to refocus on writing your letter.

“Lucky bastards,” You muttered lightheartedly, you leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms back. You would’ve preferred flying today so much.

You finished up the letter and stuck it in one of your back pockets. You had received one from Fog this morning. It was a simple letter, but you loved it. “What the fuck happened between you three after I left?! Tell me now please!!! TT^TT - Fog” You loved the way they signed their name.

You had a deal to work with the mail system to get yours and Fog’s letters to each other as soon as possible. In a few hours to two days.

They were here two days ago.

You were at the O Club with them. It was around 11 when Mav and Ice came in. They (Fog) had to have seen the way you had looked at the two other pilots. Longingly. They both had their sunglasses on, yours were resting on your forehead.

“Well, if it isn’t Dragon! Nice to see you here,” Tom had said as he sat to your left at the bar. The bartender immediately got him his drink.

“Wow Ice, did you really have to steal my spot?” Pete teased from behind you. You let out a giggle.

“Hello you two, happy to see ya,” You greeted, “Put their drinks on my tab.” The bartender gave you a quick nod. Fog elbowed you playfully with a snicker, and you replied with a smile.

“Be nice to our dear (Y/N),” Tom pleaded jokingly. He laughed as he saw the blush he was able to draw out onto your face.

“You’re beautiful dear,” Pete commented, which only caused you to blush more.

“You have two on you!? Oh my god Dragon, you should’ve told me sooner!” Fog said to your right where they sat. Their laughs turned into wheezes.

“I’ll take my usual,” Pete told the bartender. You guess he was already making Mav’s drink because he had it out in a second.

“Thanks man,” Pete said as he grabbed his drink. He leaned down next to your right to grab his drink, giving you the chance to breathe in his scent. You gave a quick glance to his neck, which you hoped to mark someday. When he stood back up your gaze locked with Fog’s. They raised an eyebrow and had a smirk laced in on their lips.

“Stop,” You said with a laugh. You brought your drink to your lips, the cold refreshed you, the carbonation danced on your tongue.

You could feel both Pete’s and Tom’s eyes on you. Fog took note of it. You smiled softly and tugged at the collar of your uniform.

“So, which one of these two are you going after?” Fog asked.

“Both!” All three of you answered simultaneously. Fog gave a low whistle.

“Dear god, are you two doing this again?” You heard another voice ask. Goose. You’ve known him as long as you have Mav and Ice, which felt like forever. You had known Ice and Mav in flight school, but you three went different ways after graduation. You wrote them letters often, but it was absolute heaven to be with them in the flesh again.

“Don’t worry Goose, they’re fine,” You said with a sweet smile. You gave him a look that said I’m fine. They’re fine. Everything is fine! He gave you a sly smile before walking off.

Pete leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Thanks. So you down for tonight?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Tom and Pete burst out in laughter.

“It never gets old!” Pete joked.

“Yet we never get an answer,” Tom pondered. He took off his sunglasses, looking at you expectantly.

“Go fuck yourselves,” You harmonized slightly with a smile before bringing your drink to your lips again. Oh no, you knew what they were about to say-

“Why don’t you do it?” They replied, emphasizing the word ‘you’. You remained silent and bounced your knee.

“You’re blushing more,” Tom cooed. My god, you loved these guys.

“How often does this happen?” Fog asked you, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“We try to make it daily,” Pete answered.

“And it changes who’s going for who a lot,” Tom added. This was true, pretty much daily it would change who was simping for who. But the two naval pilots liked to gang up on you a bit more. You love/hated that so much.

“It’s been going on since day 1, and I’m proud of it,” Pete stated. As Pete, Tom, and Fog talked you zoned out. You smiled as a brilliant idea popped into your head.

“Y’know what, I’m getting the one-up tonight,” You declared before chugging the rest of your drink. You stood up in search for Goose, and found him almost immediately.

“They’ve lost that loving feeling” You harmonized. He tried to give a disappointed sigh, but it was broken by a wide smile.

“Let’s go,” He said as he followed you towards the mic.

“Wait, is this your first time doing this?” He asked in a flat tone.

“Yep, but I know how this works so don’t ruffle your feathers,” You replied with a smirk. Goose sighed but continued to follow you. You picked up the microphone and began making a b-line towards them.

“It’s been almost a month since this has happened, I’m excited,” You commented. Goose let out a chuckle.

“Excuse me sirs,” You said to Pete and Tom, the mic picked up your voice.

“Don’t worry, I can handle this,” Goose said to them as he stood between you and the boys. He turned to you and you high-fived him before you began to sing.

“You don't close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips~” You sang. Silence fell over the bar. This hasn’t happened in a while, and everyone was positive that this was the first time ever a girl was singing. And it wasn’t just any girl, it was you. (Y/N), Dragon. You were on par with both Ice and Maverick when it came to flying skills, just to paint a picture.

“Oh my dear fuck,” You heard Fog whisper/laugh.

“And there’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips~” Goose continued. You two swayed back and forth to the melody, snapping. Other pilots began gathering around you guys, Slider was one of the first.

“You’re trying hard not to show it~” You continued. Mav and Ice were pretty much awestruck, and doing their best to hide their blush, which was disappointingly well.

“Baby…” Every pilot was now singing and gathered near you and Nick, “But baby! You lost that lovin’ feelin’! Whoa, that lovin’ feelin’! You lost that lovin’ feelin’! Now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa-oh,” You carried out the last note as long as you could, earning applause from rando’s in the bar. You handed the mic to Goose and crossed your arms. You gave Pete and Tom a smug look, putting them on the spot was amazing.

“Buh-dum, buh-dum, buh-dum,” The other pilots chanted as they waited to see what Ice and Mav would do. Fog was pretty much dying of laughter, they never knew you to be a gutsy person.

“What should we do now?” Ice asked Maverick. He replied with a shrug and a grin.

“We’re all thinking the same thing, why don’t we go to my room and carry it out?” Ice suggested seductively. Normally you would’ve passed out from embarrassment, but you didn’t because you wanted to see what would happen if you stood your ground.

Oh, and while that thought ran through your head Maverick pretended to faint. You gave a small laugh, you saw Slider nodding his head vigorously next to you. You gave him a confused look then you turned to give Ice the same look.

He had that look. You had seen it before, a lot. It was the look that said: Get fucking ready for this! You should’ve read into that more.

“You figured it out yet?” He asked with a grin. A smile began creeping onto your face.

Without a second's notice his lips were pressed against yours in a tender kiss. People and pilots in the bar gave a round of applause, but the pilots returned to their chant because Maverick hasn’t done shit yet.

Ice moved his hands to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, you, of course, leaned in towards him, uncrossing your arms to wrap around his neck.

“Hey, Ice! That’s my move, get outta the way!” Maverick joked. You brought your arms back from around Ice’s neck and pulled away from the kiss. He gave you a sincere smile. Maverick walked up to Ice and pushed him out of the way playfully.

Maverick brought his lips to yours, in a rougher kiss than Ice’s, but you didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around your waist as he lightly bit on your lower lip. You smiled before pulling away.

You heard more whoops from the bar, Fog’s standing out the most.

“Thank you, thank you!” You exclaimed cheerfully, mostly to your fellow comrades but you guess it applied to everyone.

“That was amazing, but Fog is in town tonight so we’ll hook up tomorrow night. Deal?” You asked as you returned back to your seat.

“Deal!” They both said immediately, returning to their spots next to you.

“You’re gonna have to tell me how that goes,” Fog trailed. You gave them a hum in response, you were sipping your drink.

Ice’s hand was on your knee, and Mav’s on your shoulder, you three were anxious for tomorrow, but were more than glad to savor tonight.

You recalled the memory, you knew it would never fucking leave your mind, and you were more than willing to accept that.

You heard someone running in the hall outside, telling people to ‘get out of my fucking way!’. It sounded like Ray “Axel” Jones, your R.I.O..

“Fucking move it!” He yelled to Hollywood who was standing at the door. He was in distress, and his eyes were frantically scanning the room. He locked eyes with you, and relief washed over his face, but only for a moment.

“Dragon, there was a crash! Somebody died!” He exclaimed. Time froze, that couldn’t be right. You knew everyone out today, all of them were your close friends. There was a 50% chance that the one who died was someone you loved. You always hated odds, but you fucking hated these odds. You jumped from your seat and made your way towards him.

Axel grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door. You two began running, you recognized the path was leading to the locker rooms.

You two ran into Viper.

Shit.

“Sir, we’re just-” Axel began. Viper put his hand up.

“Iceman is in there,” Viper answered before walking off. Tom was alive, one less person to worry about, but who had died?

Axel nodded at you, letting you know to go in. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and walked in.

You saw Tom crying by his locker, forehead resting against it. His helmet was in his hand, dangling idly by his side. He was still in his flight gear.

He turned his head and locked eyes with you.

“Goose died,” He stated. Your breath caught in your throat. You took in slow breaths so as to not cry yourself. You needed to be strong right now. For Tom, for yourself.

Tom let out a sob and hit the wall.

“And it’s my fault!” He exclaimed through tears.

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bisexual-thoughtss · 2 years

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Olivia Benson x Reader

A little PWP never hurt anyone right? Cause that’s definitely what this is

“Hey baby,” Olivia smiles, cozying up behind you as you take off your shoes. For once you arrived home after her. You smile as she presses kisses to your neck behind your ear, sighing as her hands slip under the hem of your shirt. One hand starts to make its way into your pants and you groan, stopping her.

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t want to?” She asks, backing off immediately.

“No, I really really want to,” you turn around to reassure her, “but I can’t, my period started today.”

“Well that doesn’t mean we can’t,” she shrugs, smiling mischievously at you.

“I know, but I just don’t like the blood, I’m sorry. I really do want to though,” you sigh, “I think I’m just gonna go shower, you could join?”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize,” she laughs, “you go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You pull her in for a kiss before heading to the bathroom and flipping on the water.

The water heats up as you strip down, the warm spray hitting your skin as you step in, your stiff muscles finally able to relax after your long day. You close your eyes and let the water hit your face, jumping slightly when arms wrap around your torso.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Olivia giggles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You turn in her arms and pull her into a kiss, your hands roaming her body despite yourself. She hums as your hands trace over her skin and you move to kiss down her neck.

“I thought you didn’t want to do anything?” She asks breathlessly as you suck a mark onto the swell of her breast.

“I still wanna touch you,” you murmur into her skin, taking a nipple into your mouth. She groans as you suck, your hand roaming down her stomach and slipping between her legs.

“You needed this, huh?” You smile as you feel how wet she is and she whines, bucking her hips towards your hand. You circle her entrance, getting your fingers wet before moving to her clit for a moment. Her head drops to your shoulder as you slide a finger into her, making you laugh as she immediately whines for more.

“Sh, I got you,” you murmur, slipping in a second finger along side the first. You pump your fingers, curling them inside her and making her groan. The spongy spot is easy to find and you stroke it repeatedly, her legs already beginning to shake. As you drop down to your knees, she wobbles unsteadily for a second before gripping your shoulders hard when you draw her clit into your mouth. You know she’s been waiting for this, her muscles clenching around your fingers even though you’ve just really started. You hollow your cheeks around her clit, and she cries out, one of her hands sliding into your hair to pull you closer. A few more flicks of your tongue and she’s coming around your fingers, pulling you up by your hair when the stimulation becomes too much. She pulls you into a kiss, moaning at her taste on your mouth.

“I know you said you don’t like it, but I know how turned on you get on your period and I think you’ll feel a lot better if you get to come. Can I try something?” She asks, smiling sweetly at you.

“Of course,” you smile, always trusting her. She turns you around in her arms, and lifts the shower head attachment off the wall. She changes the setting it’s on and you realize what she’s doing and you can’t believe you hadn’t thought of it. She passes the spray across your nipples teasingly and down your stomach to get you used to the feeling before directing it between your legs. You jolt as it passes over your clit and you feel Olivia smile into your skin. Her spare hand comes up to tweak your nipples as she directs the water over your opening for a moment before moving it back to your clit. The water pressure is just on the right side of too much, immediately making you clench around nothing. She moves the shower head just enough to run the water back and forth over the bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, bucking your hips towards her hand as she continues her small movements.

“Good, baby?” She asks, kissing and nipping along your neck before settling in to suck a mark near your collarbone.

“Yes, s-so good,” you moan, gasping as your high hits you unexpectedly fast. She’s still moving the water against you, and you can already feel another orgasm welling up inside you, barely done with the first. You don’t push her away, letting the second one pull you down into another cresting wave of pleasure. You squirm in her arms as she holds you up, aftershocks coursing through you. Once you calm down, you expect Olivia to turn off the water, but she surprises you by pressing it directly to your clit, giving you no reprieve. Your hand shoots up to clutch at her hand over your breast, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“Ohhh fuck, Liv- ahh,” you whine, unsure if you’re trying to move closer or further from the torturous pleasure.

“One more, sweetheart. You can do it, that’s it,” her voice sounds fuzzy to your ears, as white hot pleasure builds between your legs. Olivia holds you steady as you come again, your legs shaking. You breathe heavily as she shuts the water off, dropping the shower head in favor of holding on to you.

“You okay?” She asks, smiling against your neck.

“Yes, thank you,” you breathe, trying to regain your footing properly. She wraps her arms around your waist, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder and just holding you up until you can feel your legs again.

“You were right, I do feel better,” you giggle, turning in her embrace to kiss her.

“I knew you would,” she grins, “c’mon, let’s go cuddle.”

#olivia benson x reader #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson one shot #Olivia benson #law and order svu imagine #svu imagine #law and order svu #svu

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sphnyspinspin · 8 months

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[About Blog]

- This is my Transformers fan blog! I usually just draw and write and that’s about it. Considering I have trouble getting new ideas in my noggin I decided to open REQUESTS and ASKS. But I’ll only be taking a few at time—you know the whole OPEN and CLOSED signs will be very prominent. This’ll go for both drawing and writing stuff.

There’s probably going to be more stuff to add on to this so make sure to see if I updated anything important on here like DNI or ASKS and REQUESTS.

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[DNI]

- Homophobic -

- Transphobic -

- TERFs -

- Sexist -

- Racist -

- NSFW -

- Proshipper -

- Ableist -

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[ASKS]

1) Can Accept

- Pretty much anything that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. And I can be slow when it comes to checking my inbox so if you like what I do here, you might have to be a little patient. I like it when people just come by to say hi or compliment my work, so don’t be afraid to do so. You don’t need to feel obligated to spare my feelings too, I can take criticism when I need it.

2) Won’t Accept

- AGAIN! NOTHING CREEPY! Don’t ask me about personal stuff please, I’ll update small bits on how I’m doing, don’t be pushy. And don’t send me random links without context or at least a small description, it gives off creepy vibes.

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[Fandoms]

- Transformers: Rescue Bots : Good God, this show was like the very first layer of my TF hyper fixation—not my biggest fixation just my first.

- Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy : THIS SHOW is my biggest fixation it’s so cute and wholesome and clever and fun it is such a good show I love the characters so much.

- Transformers: Cyberverse : PLEASE—this show is AWESOME, I praise it for the characters, the story, the character designs, the animation, the EVERYTHING(this is where I personally think Soundrod first originated).

- Transformers: Robots In Disguise 2015 : Hear me out, this show is actually kinda funny in a non-ironic way I promise, and the designs aren’t half bad.

- Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye : I have read zero TF MTMTE and I never plan to because I would actually die from dehydration after crying so long; but the fandom makes me laugh and I like the art.

- Transformers: Lost Light : Again I have read zero Lost Light comics and I don’t plan on it; because I feel like I know enough just from the memes.

- Transformers: Animated : This show SHOULD be more popular, and it’s the main reason I have my artstyle today (and please don’t bully me but when I found out my fave characters dies I stopped watching….. like immediately………. I didn’t finish season one).

- Transformers: Earthspark : This show, oh my god, I have a love-dread relationship with it; it has so much care-free positivity, an adorable group of characters, nice designs with world-building being amazing so far, but I know for a fact it will destroy me sooner or later. P.S. it already has

- Transformers: Botbots : This. This…. Where do I begin; oh right, literally the TF fandom parody—like I know for a fact that 85% of the characters’ personalities are inspired by random TF tumblr posts, you can’t deny that.

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[Side-Blogs]

1) @transformers-bold-bright-brisk

- My blog for my TF fan Continuity project. Right now it’s mostly drafts and concept art and writings,

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[Communication]

1) Follower Interactions

- I will do my best to answer ASKS because I am terrible at checking my inbox. Also, I’m going to try and reply to comments, but if I stop doing that—it’s not because I don’t like you guys, it’s cause I’m lazy and I usually don’t have anything interesting to reply back with. And please read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes before interacting, thanks. Also ask stuff will be tagged as either #sphny asks (𖦹////𖦹)•*°⊹ or #sphny answers (𖦹0 𖦹)•*°⊹

2) Mutual Interactions

- Hey! If you followed me and I followed you back and somehow we were able to become regular chit chat buddies from either in the tags, reblog games, DMing, and etc. then you probably know me enough to understand my thought process when I talk to people. And if you’re a new mutual and actually want to interact with each other more than same goes for you—read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes. I respect your boundaries, you respect mine—win win. I would honestly be very excited to talk to me people on this platform, I just get a little bit shy/anxious sometimes

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[Posting]

1) Art

- When I post my art I’ll usually tag it under #sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹. And right now I’ve been posting A LOT of RBA fanart. But if I feel really motivated to draw requests I’ll do my best to draw TF characters from other continuities in my style too.

2) Writing

- What I write consists of drabbles, headcannons, one shots, short-reviews, and other opinions I have that I like to share with the world. And I’ll give an itty bitty irl update just to notify I’m still alive. And they’re going to be tagged under #sphny speaks (𖦹<𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny alternates universe (𖦹ㅁ𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny originates character (𖦹▿𖦹)•*°⊹

3) Reblogging

- Oh boy. I reblog a very random assortment of posts. I reblog from mutes, followers, and strangers all the time. I’ll partake in reblog games I tag under #reblog shenanigans which would always be a new uquiz or for picrew challenges it would be #picrew shenanigans. When I reblog art or literally anything I COMPLIMENT THEM IN TAGS! And in the actual text part if I’m super eccentric about it too. And they’ll be tagged under #sphny reblogs (𖦹Q𖦹)•*°⊹

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[Social Media]

- TikTok : sphnyspinspin2006 (There’s literally only three posts to my name)

- Instagram : sphnyspinspin (Barely Active)

- DeviantArt : sphnyspun (I never use this)

- Discord : sphnyspinspin (I’m VERY shy)

- AO3 : sphnyspinspin (I write very little on here)

#hiiiii #masterlist #master post #boundaries #blog rules #I’m still figuring out what I want to do with this blog #if I feel the need to update this I will #main tags—>#my art #one shot #reblog shenanigans #transformers #maccadam #maccadams

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redtriangle · 9 months

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Thomas Astruc Seriously? Where to begin? The fact that Thomas Astruc, the creator of Miraculous Ladybug, is mainly responsible for ruining Chloe’s character and the entire show story with his bad writing and influence since episode Miracle Queen, Season 4, and Season 5, if not always been from the very beginning for some longtime fans. When I heard about “Adrien is a Sentimonster” theory even I was still new to the show, I promised myself a long time ago that I will never forgive him if were true. I won’t forgive him. I don’t know if I should say this but given what he have done to Miraculous… I hate him.

Why draw him you ask? How do I put this?

To put this simply. I need to vent out my frustration through art like I did on All-Americus/All-Ameriquilicus way back. And I want to show everyone who can see this the villain he is; least how I picture him. I mean, look at his face, at those eyes, filled with so much anger, hate, and even arrogance, able to get away with what he have done and do however he like without regards for others as if he’s the Miraculous God.

But as much I hate him, I can still give him the decency to make him a cool-looking badass character as I can.

And just to let you know, this is my AU version of the show’s Astruc, his ‘avatar’ and not the actual Astruc in Real-Life despite the similarities. Thomas Almighty

Basically, Thomas Astruc turned into God, or what he supposed to be.

I’ll admit, I was kind of lazy with his design, his clothes are still the same just turned white. But then again, I’m sure that how he prefer to dress even as “God”.

So basically, he is the Miraculous version of Chuck/God from Supernatural; write his story how sees fit not how bad or the hurt on other people.

I also admit my selection of his exact powers are half-baked. I mean, in terms of reality-warping, what can and can’t do? He is not really a god, he’s a man pretending to be a god, thanks to Hawkmoth. In fact, that’s the overall theme, he is powerful to almost godlike but he is still a man, an irrational man that is.

And his name, I just add “Almighty” like from the movies Evan Almighty or Bruce Almighty.Name: Thomas Almighty

Akumatized Object: Unknown

Cause of Akumatized? Unknown, possibly his hatred for Chloe and for Jeremy Zag and his studio cutting him off or we different direction from his plan

Powers: - Super-Strength - Super-Speed - Super-Durability - High Stamina - Flight - Teleportation

- Near-Invulnerability - Immortality

- Reality-Warping: — Matter Manipulation: Transform, create/transmute, control, and destroy any matter even at an atomic level and on living things physically. — Energy Manipulation: Control, absorb, emit or create any forms of energy; especially pure energy

— Spatial Manipulation: Control spaces and dimensions around him. — Weather Control

— Gravity Control

— Time Control (Limited)

Weakness and Limitation: - Cannot brainwash or mind control intelligent living beings

- Cannot rewrite fate of people or happenings of the world or Universe - Cannot control time entirely or time travel

- Don’t have psychic powers if not low-powered - Susceptible to psychic or mental attacks

These are just the first taste of my Evil!Astruc series.

Miraculous Ladybug made by Thomas Astruc & Zagtoon Drawn by Redtriangle (me)

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous #Ladybug #Thomas Astruc #Thomas #Astruc #evil #villain

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