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old-lorarri · 5 months

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 ─ 𝐃𝐑𝟑 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ a new york love story between a charming aussie and a grad student and it all started in a cafe ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ daniel ricciardo x fem! grad student! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ this is going to be a one part thing so no part two unfortunately (and please don’t ask for one) sorry as I wanna try and write something a bit more angsty but anyway enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

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CUTE BARISTA hi

COFFEE CUP GUY hi dame guess you are full of surprises

CUTE BARISTA how so?

COFFEE CUP GUY I didn't think you were gonna text me since I figured you must get guys numbers all the time

CUTE BARISTA yeah I do but you are the first guy I've ever actually texted back

COFFEE CUP GUY oh really? so it wouldn't be too bold of me to ask if we could hang out

CUTE BARISTA sure why don't you come over to my place and we can take it from there

COFFEE CUP GUY just send me the address babe and I'll be there whenever you want me

CUTE BARISTA xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx 9pm tonight see you then sweetheart

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yourinstagram he stays the night and suddenly he thinks that he can use my kitchen

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bestfriend1 GIRL-

bestfriend1 RUE WHEN WAS THIS

bestfriend1 THE FACT THIS WAS THE FIRST THING ON MY FEED WHEN I WOKE MY STUNNIN ASS UP THIS FINE NEW YORK MORNING

bestfriend2 you better be spilling in the chat about this fine ass man ⤷ bestfriend1 word or else shit is gonna get ugly ⤷ yourinstagram my timbers are shivered

friend1 okay but cooking shirtless on the morning of the first night is WILD BOLD

friend2 this guys rizz is up god dame

friend3 he got a brother?

friend4 this mf better treat you better than the last bitch you dated or else trust it will get ugly

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BABY KOALA hey baby we need to talk

MY KINDA COFFEE hi babe! yeah sure what's up

BABY KOALA I got seat for this season at alpha tauri

MY KINDA COFFEE OMG THAT'S AMAZING we shoul def celebrate you tonight

BABY KOALA that's the thing they want me to fly out tonight

MY KINDA COFFEE oh... when will I see you again

BABY KOALA that's the think I wanted to talk about I think we should break up

MY KINDA COFFEE what? daniel... did I do something wrong? is there someone else please baby talk to me

BABY KOALA no baby you did nothing wrong and there isn't anyone else but you your perfect sweetheart and don't you forget that but as much as I love you I don't want to be selfish and make you put your whole life on hold for me this has been the best couple of months of my life but my life is hectic and both of us together may not work out how we want it to you deserve a guy who is there for you 24/7 someone who isn't in another country every other week someone who can be there to watch you graduate and someone who could give you all of their hours and love you like the angel that you are so I'm setting you free I think it's best if we see other people

MY KINDA COFFEE yeah... that sounds great guess this is goodbye then daniel

BABY KOALA goodbye Y/N I love you read

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anon ─ could u write a fic about daniel ricciardo where they met while he was in nyc (she’s a student in grad school there) and they spend a summer together but don’t officially get in a relationship. later, he goes back to racing when the season starts and they agree to see other people even though he loves her? (smut/fluff/angst) 🙏

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rzyraffek · 2 months

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Hii! I’d love to see some slasher possessive tendencies (nothing dramatic, just small things that show how obsessed they are with their s/o). And I’d love to see Brahms included please and thank you! 👀💕

Ello! Most of slashers are incredibly possessive😭 good luck with that.

Gender neutral s/o!

Slashers being obsessive and possessive of their s/o

Brahms

Physical touch. His hands are always on them. ESPECIALLY around when yall are around other people. Others have to know that they are together!!!

Goes with s/o EVERYTHERE. They must go to shop with them! Wanna go outside and walk in peace and silence in garden? Uhh nah he wanna go with you! Even if s/o asks nicley to leave tjem be he might spy on them :[

Will share everything with s/o! His clothes? Our clothes you mean! Please wear his shirts! Its also vice versa, s/o's jewellery and clothes are also his. They gonna catch him using their favourite cologne or wearing their jewellery!

Wants to hold hands 24/7, doesnt care if s/o sweats! He loves them too much~

Sometimes s/o can wake up and this guy will be glued to them! Im taking wrapped arms and legs around them and s/o can feel his chest moving up cuz its so close😭

Asa Emory

Bro is not letting them leave his warehouse. Yeah sweetie he loves you but you are just too too perfect for him to let you go :[

Bonds by watching animal documentaries about bugs btw

Picks clothes for s/o. He takes your style and preferences in his mind but usually forgets and just buys what would look good on you (at least what he finds cute)

Not very clingy

Lets them paint his nails if they are nice enough

EXTREMELY jelous. S/o mentioned that some guy smiled to them when they were buying groceries? He will get offended😭

The hush

8 years later and I still have no clue what his name was??? Let's call him John because people seem to call him that

John will keep his hand AND eyes on them. Hands on their legs, shoulder, or just holding their hand (thats rare, normal affection with this Goober? Nahh)

Constantly staring at them, looming around and looking what they lover is up to (up to no good surely)

Makes them play video games with him or watch them play

Checks their phone when they are asleep cuz he gotta know everything

Micheal Myers

👁👁

No touching, no verbal nor physical affecion

Dude will hit them with 👍 on daily basis

He seems like he doesnt care, like he has them around for no reason. But of God, this guy knows everything about them. He watches them daily. You can't find Micheal? Oh dont worry sweetie he is keeping you safe, just dont look thrue window :3

Extreme jelousy, s/o can bearly talk to people😭

Okay okay I lied with no touching, its just rare! Sometimes he rests his head on top of theirs or puts his hands on their shoulders or hips

If s/o makes something from him (like drawing, peace of jewellery. Hell, even if they gift him random rock or something) that dude if gonna wear it till the end of the world, even if it breaks off? He has pockets or tape. Even if s/o skill improved and they made better? The more the marrier, he wants all!

Billy Lenz

Gets jelous when s/o gives too much affection and love to their pet

Lays on top of them

Bites, licks, woofs? As a sign of affection and love

He wants the bite marks or Hickeys to be visable so s/o friends know that they are taken!

Not as extreme as Micheal or Asa. S/o could have 2week trip to Egypt and as far as he gets to call them whenever he wants, he is fine

I still remember one time that someone requested Billy Lenz fic, asking for 'sloppy toppy' and it was 4 am and I didnt know what it was so I googled it and I kinda laughed very loudly and my mom woke up and took my pc away for month :( I wrote the fic btw

Anyways, barks at people when he gets jelous

Some of their behaviours might sound toxic or are literal red flag, but POOKIE THOSE ARE MURDERS😭🙏😱 idk if I still got the skill to write, it was a wild 8month break

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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hi! Please ignore this request if you don't want to do it/your request are closed.

Do you think you could do a part 2 to hells angel? Or at least like more bonding moments between the two Im in love with father alastor sm 😭🙏

It’s not closed! It’s open, wide open and yes, I’ll happily write more for Papa Alastor! I’ll happily continue the little saga of Papa Alastor and his little fawn! Kinda short but I hope that’s okay!

Alastor- Shopping Trip

“Is this one something you’d like, Princess?” Alastor asks gently, his voice both menacing because of the radio effect and soothing because of the genuine love pouring out uncontrollably, as he draws down an adorable puffy old-fashioned but colourful little dress, long sharp fingers snapped on the small silky shoulder straps slightly. A outfit just the right size for a young girl

Specifically, his little girl. Leitora, a unique deer-featured soul born from pure powerful demonic magic. The one now forming his own soul and heart, he is so glad birthing the little devil darling was successful

His precious baby daughter, a seven year old with matching little deer ears and crimson red gradient in her pretty long hair. She has been waiting a long time to be able to spend time with her father and now, Alastor has taken the whole day off from duties at the Hazbin Hotel, to spend it exploring a wild wondering sinner-filled shopping institution with his babygirl

“Yes, Père! I love it!” You immediately pipe out soft yet eccentric back, excited and hopping right in front of the Radio Demon as he quickly hooks this little clothing present onto the size-appropriate hanger it was originally left on and hands it to you without another word. He currently has a few more shopping bags over his left forearm and an another much bigger shopping bag over his right shoulder as well as your needed travel supplies in a cute old fashioned pastel schoolbag over both of his shoulders

Your father doesn’t mind carrying everything nor does he mind overspending. After all

This is a father-daughter all-day shopping trip

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. A pretty clothing store, full of women’s to men’s to children’s fashion. The fifth store you’ve gone in with Alastor since the pair of you woke up early in the morning and headed over to the biggest mall in the Pride Ring, the mall both of you stand in at this very moment. He has been needing to get you some new clothing for a while now so being able to get your opinion on the cute dresses, tights, accessorises, pyjamas and much more he picks out for you is simply perfect

Alastor has truly missed being able to spend time with you, even if it includes milking his credit card. You’re worth far more than all the wealth he’s stolen and gathered

Taking your hand with a lean down, Alastor waits patiently for you to take his offer as you quickly readjust the clothing store hanger holding up your cute little present. Moving that hanger from both hands to your wrist, you reach up and immediately grab his much bigger hand. Two to three fingers are enough to hold your whole hand, the size difference is simply precious

“Père! Père! Look! Look!” Speaking with a adorable little French accent upon pointing out and chiming excitedly in fluent French, Alastor’s crimson red eyes sharply fling away from the cute rows of female children’s clothing to the single rack of children’s hair accessorises to jewellery. The reason you pointed it out, only seconds after taking your beloved father’s hand was because you noticed something really pretty you wanted your father to see

“What is it, Princess?” Alastor lets you drag him over to the colourful rack, his own eyes wondering around with tall fluffy deer-like ears flicking a bit as if an instinctive twitch. You still have the dress your father handed to you and you reach up as a sign for Alastor to help you. Following your little cute pale fingers, the Overlord picks out a set retro pearl tassel hairpins. Something he never thought you’d like but it may fit with your red hair

He isn’t sure if he wants the metal touching your skull however, so he holds the white cardboard support holding the hairpins still, just scanning over them a bit firmly and if not protective over you

Until your voice breaks him out of his intense thought. His ears shooting up in shock as your own ears draw back slightly, not necessarily concerned but wondering why just a pair of cute accessorises would possibly make him fall so deep into a thinking trance

“Père… What’s wrong?” You’re now the one asking your father to speak to you with big sparkly eyes looking up at him, he takes a few seconds of his head shaking in slight disorientation before he finally gets back to his senses and speaks out his opinion, uncertain but yet uncertain if he wants to reject you

Alastor is not good at saying no to you, he’s good at giving out needed discipline and can be rather strict about specific things but when it comes to mundane things like a pair of mere hairpins, he doesn’t like to say no

What can be said? Alastor is the type of father to spoil his daughter absolutely rotten

“Princess… are you sure you want this one specifically?”

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galactic-rhea · 3 months

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WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

#rambling #star wars #star wars fandom #anakin skywalker #darth vader #the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #tcw fanart #clone wars

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blue-jisungs · 6 months

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complete opposite

author's note. here it goes,, finally finished it after having it rot in my drafts for a month grrrrr … also, this one is for the biggest joshu stans i know, @fairyhaos and @slytherinshua <3

summary. you get scared of how joshua will react to bad news, joshua gets scared of how you’re acting… turns out is all a complete opposite of the other one was thinking

genre. fluff but also kinda angst? hurt to comfort me thinks

word count. 2269 hehe

warnings. swearing, mention of throwing up, feeling sick, having intimate relations with joshua but nothing explicit!! reader is overthinking a lot :(

heart thumping in your chest, you stared at your friend in disbelief. rina squeezed your hand and tucked a hair that has fallen on your face.

“i’ll drive you home, okay?” she hummed and stood up, placing a peck on your forehead “stay here”

you nodded weakily, your stomach going crazy. you watched her silhouette disappear and massaged your temples.

when you woke up today, joshua was already gone. he texted you good morning and informed that he’ll probably come home late at night. but then you felt unwell. ignoring it, you decided to eat breakfast and go to work.

which was a mistake. you barely arrived and already run to the toilet, returning your stomach’s contents. rina was already here so she helped you, handing you some water and meds. just when you thought you’re fine, mid-convo with a customer you turned pale again and your stomach was making turns and somersaults.

you bet it was the fish you ate yesterday. you were out with joshu to some kind of a fancy restaurant. lately you’ve been craving fish so you decided, why not. well apparently it wasn’t a great idea.

“okay, let’s go. just please try not to vomit all over my car” rina giggled and helped you stand up. you felt weak, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. rina bit her lip and led you to her car. “i need to pick up one thing on the way but maybe try taking a nap? should i call your boyfriend?”

“no, no. he’s really busy today” you sighed, secretly wishing he’d be there for you.

in no time you were home, rina walking you to the door. suddenly she handed you a few boxes of… pregnancy tests.

“what…” you laughed, looking at her shocked.

“you… look, i need to go back to work but my sister was pregnant a while ago. and her symptoms were similar. and your period is running late, isn’t it? you still haven’t eaten the chocolate from the cabinet at work” rina said softly, looking at your widened eyes “just… make sure. and call me, okay? if you feel worse or better, doesn’t matter. i’ll pick up whenever i can”

“i… you’re being a bit dramatic with the tests. but thank you. i owe you” you smiled. she nodded and gave you a quick hug before rushing back to work.

you entered your and joshua’s apartment, heart wild in your chest. sure, your period was late. but… no, that’s not right.

feeling a unpleasant sensation bubbling up in your throat once again, head spinning, you ran to the bathroom. throwing the boxes on the counter you accidentally knocked some things over. you knelt down and for another time this day, threw up.

taking deep breaths you weakly grabbed the pink box. scanning the stupid imagine of a stupid woman with a stupid baby bump you decided to try. what’s the worse thing that could happen anyways. you’re not pregnant, it’s just the fish. you and joshua always use protection and you’re always safe. right?

you paced around the bathroom, nervously putting away stuff in different places while waiting for the outcome. it’s not it. can’t be. logically – can’t be. physically–

you peeked at the stick.

two lines.

“fuck”

your heart thumped in your chest, ready to rip out from your rib cage and go for a walk. or jog.

“no, it’s not right…”

you spent half of the day testing the other pregnancy tests. because what if it’s just a malfunction? or if one brand has two lines for positive and the other for negative? you had to be sure.

and sure you were when all of them turned out to be positive.

your bathroom looked like war zone, everything turned upside down all over the place.

walking into the kitchen on wobbly legs, your head felt like it was about to explode.

you’re pregnant.

joshua is going to kill you. well, no. not really. but it will kill him.

you never talked about it. sure, he said he wanted to marry you one day but… but he’s an idol. he’s busy. maybe he doesn’t even want kids?

when some rumours floated around about your relationship… it killed him. some carats went crazy, not in a positive way. joshua was really going through it and now… relationship is not as a big of a problem as pregnancy. oh my god, carats are going to kill you. and the baby.

you don’t want to ruin his career. he worked so hard and loved what he did and now… now it’s about to fall apart like a house of cards triggered by a slight gust of wind.

tears dwelled in your eyes, throat tightening. joshua will hate you, that’s for sure. yes, he loved you but a kid… those are different circumstances, choices… way of living.

he will hate you and dump you. that’s for sure.

unless… unless you do it first.

no.

be rational.

he won’t, right?

the room felt like it was about to swallow you. all the pictures with joshua, your joshu. his ebony irises that you loved oh so much stared at you from the pictures. as if judging you.

you had to get out from here.

rushing to the bathroom, you tore all the boxes with the tests and flushed them down the toilet. then you threw all the tests into a plastic bag and then hid them under the sink. joshua never looks there. like that one time when you spent all day looking for something you lost and–

stop.

you took the keys and stormed out of your apartment, the need of fresh air almost suffocating you. you’ll be back before he gets home.

joshua pushed the door open, limbs feeling as if ready to fall apart any second. he just dreamed about changing his pyjamas and falling asleep in your arms.

it was late so he figured he won’t announce he’s here, like he always does. leaving his bag by the entrance, joshua stretched lazily.

he entered the bedroom and halted. the bed was empty.

“that’s weird…” he mumbled. maybe you’re in the bathroom? joshua grabbed his pyjama and decided to go check the bathroom.

if he was surprised that you weren’t in the bedroom, the bathroom left him speechless.

not only you weren’t there, like he thought you’d be. the room looked like a tornado passed through it.

everything was scattered around, as if knocked over; all over the place.

“y/n?” joshua called out, dropping the pyjamas. rushing to get his back to grab his phone, his throat went dry. it’s almost midnight and you’re not home. if you were going out with your girl friends, he’d know. he wouldn’t forget. so why you’re not home?

dialling your number, he noticed there’s no texts from you either. which was concerning too… you’d text him if you were going out somewhere. especially at this hour. and considering how cold it was…

the silence in the house was frightening. joshua didn’t like this one bit. suddenly he heard buzzing and his heart came up to his throat. your phone is home.

you left without taking your phone…?

joshua ran his hand through his hair. he has to stay calm.

he gulped and called your best friend from work. it was dumb, especially at this hour. but rina picked up immediately, even though voice w bit raspy and tired.

“hi joshua. is everything alright with y/n? i’ve been worried sick for the whole day–“ her voice was almost desperate for an answer.

“there was something wrong? i just came home and she’s not here… and, and she didn’t take her phone– i don’t know what’s happening” joshua whispered, feeling how his stomach drops.

“fuck”

“okay… okay… let’s stay calm. she… maybe she went to get some groceries?” rina breathed out “fuck, i shouldn’t leave her alone. is my fault… i…”

“hey, no, don’t say that. what even happened?” joshua asked and switched the light on. he’ll wait until you’re back. rina hesitated – if it was what she thinks it is, she doesn’t want to be the one passing the news.

“she felt unwell at work… and i drove her home but i had to go back… i should’ve stayed with her” rina mumbled.

suddenly there was a soft click of the door opening. joshua jolted, eyes turning into that direction.

you appeared in the doorway, your face catching his gaze. you were crying.

“rina, she’s here. don’t need to worry” he spoke softly. joshua noticed how scared you look. scared, tired and… guilty

“oh thank god. warn her that i’ll whoop her ass in work tomorrow” your grind let out a nervous laugh but she certainly sounded relieved “good night”

“good night” joshua whispered and hang up.

the silence was speaking volumes.

you slowly took off your shoes and sighed. opening your mouth to say something and then closing them again.

“if you wanted to go out, you should’ve taken a jacket” he said softly; there was no poisoned sarcasm in his voice, only genuine worry. you nodded weakly and played with your fingers.

“i…” your voice broke, eyes avoiding his.

joshua stood up and started boiling some water to mar you tea. you sat down on the couch, putting your bag close to you; hands gripping your knees.

for a moment it was peaceful, as if the world wasn’t about to fall apart in mere moments. just you, joshua and the sounds of boiling water.

in no time he returned, placing the cup on the table. then he looked at you, anxiety filling his heart.

“did something happen?” joshua asked. for the first time in ages he was unsure what to do. should he hold your hand? you didn’t look like you wanted to but on the other hand…

you shook your head gently, tears gathering at the edge of your waterline. your throat went dry and you felt like you weren’t able to physically speak out.

“i saw the bathroom, it looks like a mess. you scared me” he let out a soft chuckle, scanning your reaction.

nothing.

your fingers traced shapes absentmindedly on your knee, eyes distant.

“angel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. only after you took a deep breather and let it out as a shaky sigh, you started. now or never.

“you’ll hate me” you mumbled and were met with a scoff. scared, you looked up at him. joshua was smiling softly, unaware of what he was about to learn.

“y/nnie, i’d never hate you” the smile wrinkles that you loved so much appeared around his eyes. your lip quivered and you looked away

“you will. i’m so… i’m sorry joshua” your voice cracked “i ruined your career”

“what are you talking about, silly?” joshua laughed nervously.

you just shook your head, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. in a blink of an eye you started harshly sobbing, breathing getting hard to breathe.

joshua rushed and hugged you tightly, petting your hair. even though he hated that such thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what did you mean: did you cheat–

“i’m so fucking sorry” you whined, pulling away from him. then you reached to your bag and turned it upside down, causing its content to fall on the couch.

“what do you…” joshua’s voice died in his throat, your crying only getting more intense when you saw his reaction.

he reached to grab one of the white and pink sticks. two red lines.

then he looked at another one. two red lines.

the other one he grabbed has a blue plus drawn.

rummaging through all of them, mouth agape, he felt as if knocked the air out of his lungs.

no, not because you were pregnant (well, this too). because of your reaction. you thought he’ll hate you? that you ruined his career? that…

“oh y/n” his voice broke, grabbing your face in his hands. your quivering lip and wet eyelashes made his heart clench but it was hard for him to resist a smile “how could i… i’m…”

“i’m sorry! we never really talked about this before and… and i know that we’re not that young but your career is blooming and… and–“ you mumbled, voice becoming whiny and hard to control. why is he smiling, by the way…?

“y/n, please take a breath, okay?” he asked gently, caressing your wet cheeks “i would never have thought that… you’re going to panic thinking about my reaction”

you took a deep breath and blinked slowly. why; why in hell he’s so calm?! isn’t he going to–

“i’m going to be a father” he breathed out, his own eyes tearing up too “and you’ll be the mother, y/n. that’s… that’s something i could never dream of but i also always wanted…”

“w-what?” you asked and he shook his head, grinning with pearly tears blinking at the edge of his waterline.

“i love you so so much. i’m… speechless. and above all, so… so happy” he sniffled.

his reaction was… complete opposite of what you thought it would be. you felt as if a huge stone just dropped from your heart, relief washing over you. suddenly you put your hands on top of his and pulled him into a kiss.

lips connected and tears falling down your cheeks, joshua felt like all of this was unreal. pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i’ll be a dad” a faint whisper left his mouth as you wiped his cheek with a loving smile.

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taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @jiwuu ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth

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smicksstuff · 4 months

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Hi! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are can you please write something for Marc Guiu where reader graduates high school and he goes to her graduation, gives her flowers and stuff, kinda fluffy.

This is my fisrt time requesting something, so sorry and thank you in advance 🫶🏻

Class of ‘24

pairing: yn x marc guiu (smau)

the one where they graduated…..

high school is finally over…… whats next ?

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1 week later ….

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ynusername life after graduation 💃🏽🕺🏽

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marcguiu9 ❤️❤️❤️

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marcguiu9 just us and our child (hector) celebrating graduation 🎉. edited

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mamaguiu CHILD ????? get yourself home now

marcguiu9 mama there is no child its just hector

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marcguiu9 im not fun 🥺😓

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marcguiufans yn and marc are neighbours, hector knows yn through marc

username oh to be neighbours with a barca boy

credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far!! If you have any one-shot scenarios send them to me!! I would love to try and recreate them for you ◡̈

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noses-in-winter · 1 month

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Hey, She Has To Wake Up, Anyway (18+)(F sneeze, F/M, tickling into sneezing awake, foreplay)

These characters are Lor Sheldon, awkward nonbinary guy who is terminally horny, especially about noses and everything they can do! He has a hard time not feeling shy about that. He's extremely bisexual and gives off that energy, don't worry. I've written about him here and here. Feat. his total soulmate Piper (who I just wrote about here!) who is also terminally horny and is SO pumped about getting Lor to explore his kinks. They're both mid-30s in this which is when they're peak obsessed with each other.

In this fic, Lor wakes Piper up from a nap by making her sneeze (it's cool, they've talked about this, she's into it). Lot of detail about how he's touching her nostrils and stuff. Went kinda wild there.

please don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs, minors do not follow or interact THANKS

She had encouraged him more than enough times for Lor to believe that Piper meant it when she said she would be happy to…indulge him, with anything he wanted to do regarding her nose, and the fantasies he had associated with it. Christ, he had a lot of fantasies. Thank fuck he hadn’t divulged them all the last time they were stoned together. Even so, Lor still cringed at the fuzzy memory of spilling such an intimate detail of his life. Willingly! No gun to his temple or anything!

God, he told her so…so…so much about it. “It” being sneezing. How it made him feel…something. Especially about her…something. And sometimes his…something, if he was being honest, but that was not a something that Lawrence Sheldon was willing to face.

Her positive response to his confession was damn near intoxicating, though. Piper had been so…supportive. Happy, even. Cradling his face with one hand and using the other to lace her fingers with his.

She’d made a few changes since then that would seem uneventful to the man who found these actions completely vanilla. Lor didn’t have the courage to comment yet but, Jesus, did he notice. He noticed how she evidently skipped her bottle of daily antihistamines once or two mornings a week. Piper’s allergies didn’t knock her down the way Lor’s could unmedicated, but she still sneezed more often with heightened intensity. She also started to let her voice go a little high as she was gearing up for a sneeze in a way that made his dick so fucking hard--

Shit, shit, he needed to cool it. Piper still slept soundly with her head in his lap. The last thing he needed was for his needy cock to stir her.

They’d had a few conversations on the topic since then. None that lasted long, before Lor felt too shy to continue. Piper never rushed him. She simply made sure he always knew that she was 100% ready whenever he wanted to explore this fascination together.

“Surprise me, Sheldon. I’m up for anything. You’re in charge.”

Woah, fuck, why did that turn him on so much every time he remembered it?

Piper would answer favorably if he were able to ask her permission. No doubt in his mind about it. There would be zero hesitation. So it would be…okay, right? To just do it?

He swallowed, the light of the television casting shadows around the room. He had to get Piper’s head out of his lap, anyway, right? She never wanted to stay on the couch too long after falling asleep. They both always seemed to sleep better when they drifted off in each other’s arms in bed. They woke up apart, reliably, but that much-needed intimacy while fading into sleep was…also intoxicating. Still foreign to the both of them, certainly, but also welcoming and comfortable. Safe. Loving. Home.

Yeah. Yeah, she’d want him to make a move.

Lor took a deep breath before beginning.

He started by lightly setting an index finger on her pointed nose. Piper simply continued to breathe in and out steadily as she lay facing the television. With a little more pressure, her nose started to scrunch. Piper sniffed once, nestling her temple into his thigh. Fuck, she was cute.

Lor swallowed, watching to see if she was stirring awake. Weed typically turned her into a pretty deep sleeper, but he was too paranoid not to check. Once Lor was satisfied with the low rumble of her snore, he continued.

He rubbed the tip of her nose in small, slow circles. Fuck, okay, he was already sweaty just watching the way her nostrils moved with the teasing little pushes. He added a touch more pressure when Piper seemed unbothered. Hmm. Okay. Rubbing wasn’t all that effective, was it? Maybe…something else? External?

Lor glanced around at his surroundings before his eyes settled on the down blanket draped over Piper’s sleeping form. Perfect. He already saw the quill of a feather waiting to be pulled out of one slight snag in the fabric.

Lor pinched the quill and eased it out of the pillow. Ohhhkay, it was lengthy and perfectly fluffy. His stomach gave a flustered little flip at the sheer mental image of each delicate little tuft brushing against the equally delicate inner walls of Piper’s--

Hoooooo, fuck. Focus on the mission, Sheldon.

After tracing around Piper’s nostrils a few times, Lor watched carefully to gauge a reaction. Again, she mostly sniffled and scrunched her nose. It wasn’t until he took a deep breath and managed to ease the feather into her nose that Piper’s nostrils flared in response to the stroke of afterfeather. Oh. Not only did her nostrils flare, they goddamn quivered.

Piper sniffled sharply. Made a little noise in the back of her throat. Her hand moved. Lor pulled the feather out of her nose just before Piper could knuckle at her nostrils. He supposed the way the feather brushed the walls of her nose on the way out wasn’t helping things, judging by the little snag of her breath.

She grumbled, now half-asleep as she rubbed at her nose. It didn’t seem like Piper was aware of Lor’s intervention, but he held his breath, anyway.

Piper’s lashes fluttered, but she didn’t fully open her eyes in the light of the television. She stopped scrubbing so aggressively at her nose, but the back of her hand now lingered a few inches before her face. She sniffled with mounting congestion, nostrils now a quivering pink. She breathed in slow, sleepy pants.

He tried again. Piper reacted sooner this time, almost the exact moment that the tender feather stroked at her septum. One nostril scrunched with a snort as she murmured wordlessly. Piper pressed the back of her hand to the underside of her nose, scrubbing and scrubbing until Lor heard a truly shiver-worthy squelch. When she lowered her arm, there was a streak of dampness on the back of her hand. Lor fought an eager little squirm at the very vision.

Gauging how far he could go this time, Lor once more considered his options as Piper settled again. Even as she rested comfortably beneath the quilt, her nostrils still scrunched and spasmed with sniffly breaths.

….Huh.

He moved slowly, carefully, to give Piper’s nostrils a light pinch with his thumb and index finger. Lor’s stomach dropped pleasantly, as if he were on the best roller coaster of his life, when Piper’s nostrils fought to flare against his fingertips. He didn’t budge. She took in a truly nostril-quaking sniffle in response, eyebrows beginning to knit together.

Nostril-quaking. Jesus, he was going to have to incorporate that one into his internal Horny Lexicon.

Piper’s breath finally started to snag, now that her nostrils weren’t allowed to squirm out of her control. That tickle progressed rapidly before his eyes.

This was the greatest idea of his life.

Lor eased his fingers off of Piper’s reddened nostrils. They immediately widened, taking up as much space as they could. Though her nostrils had as much freedom to quiver as possible, the damage had been done. Lor watched for several beats, waiting until the perfect moment to give the underside of Piper’s nose one slooooow stroke with the feather.

That pushed her over the edge. She convulsed with a sneeze covered by nothing but the back of her hand at a distance. Piper’s head bounced slightly in Lor’s lap as her whole body shuddered, buckling into itself. “Hed’DTSCHH’ooh!!”

Lor’s stomach flipped at the vision of a fine mist bursting from her urged nose. Jesus, he could write an entire thesis on the way the sheer strength of that sneeze was increased by her nose’s initial resistance alone. Piper took in one gulping breath before sneezing again, completely uncovered this time, nostrils shuddering out another expulsion of mist.

Piper let out the littlest moan of relief after that second sneeze tumbled out of her. She fanned lazily beneath her nose, using the same hand that she had just sneezed against. Piper sniffled and finally opened her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the television for several moments before she sneezed again, taunted by the glow of the screen. “Addh’DTSHH! Hh…hh! HuhHHD’schoo!”

“Bless you…” Lor said quietly, cheeks burning. He could lean over to the end table to grab the box of tissues, but the thought didn’t even occur to him. At the moment, he was nothing but thoroughly enchanted with the way Piper’s nose just…moved. When she sneezed. When she was gearing up for or recovering from a sneeze. When she was just relaxed enough with him to be so comfortable with letting her nose control her for a moment.

Piper didn’t say anything straight away. She started to ease up from her place on the couch, letting out one uncovered sneeze halfway through the process. F-Fuck, the mist of that sneeze in the light of the television was mesmerizing, wasn’t it?

Piper took in two rapid, gambling hitches as another sneeze crept up on her. Oh. Oh, she just wasn’t stopping. This time, Piper was able to yank the collar of her shirt over her nose. She kept herself steady with one arm on the couch, but was promptly knocked off-kilter when she sneezed damply into her shirt. Lor wrapped both arms around Piper’s torso, keeping her as steady as possible. He leaned back into the couch, bringing Piper with him.

“Bless you,” Lor breathed, blinking at Piper in a lovestruck gaze. Feelings of affection and attraction flooded him as Lor dipped his head to set a kiss in Piper’s hair. “A lot. You okay, babe?”

“Mmm..sdf! Fuck, sorry…” she exhaled, finally managing to sit up fully on the couch. Lor dutifully let her go. Piper started to blink slowly, adjusting her eyes to the light. “Didn’t mean to sneeze like a spray bottle there. Jesus, I really needed that, though. My nose f-feels---sdf, ugh, I dunno…itchy….”

“I-It’s okay,” he answered too quickly. Lor gulped and fumbled for the tissue box on the table. “I don’t mind. I mean, you know I don’t, but…y’know.”

Piper nodded, rubbing lazily beneath her nose. She seemed to be flaring her nostrils consciously, as if testing if there was another sneeze hidden anywhere. “Yeah, I do. I dunno, I dreamed something was…in my nose? And it tickled like a motherfuck, like a-...”

She trailed off. Lor followed Piper’s gaze until it reached the feather that sat in his lap. Lor was quiet for several seconds before a low chuckle rumbled in Piper’s chest. She gave him a knowing little smirk as she reached for him.

“Shel. You beautiful slut. Did you…?”

He felt like he was shrinking beneath her gaze. Lor gulped and glanced away, shame flooding every inch of him. “Um. I-I’m sorry. It was…”

“Hey, hey. Don’t be,” Piper hummed, reaching for him with ease. “That’s hot. Seriously. No idea you had it in you, Sheldon.” She snorted with laughter. This, apparently, stirred another tickle in her. Piper sniffled sharply, reaching to pinch at the freckled bridge of her nose. She massaged up and down. “Hoh, fuck. It’s right there.” Piper eased her free hand down to his thigh, delivering a squeeze to it. Her other hand continued to rub up and down the side of her nose with steady care.

“...C-Can I help you?” Lor asked on a nervous breath.

She gave him a slow, sexy bat of her eyelashes before her expression crumbled with a shaky hitch. The sneeze seemed to back off almost immediately, allowing Piper to scoot closer to him. Oh, fuck. Okay. Yeah. He could do this. Piper tilted her head back as she faced him, nostrils exposed perfectly to Lor. She moved closer to him on the couch, hand still in contact with his leg. He swallowed fiercely, enchanted with the way her nostrils squirmed and flared with each breath she took. Was she doing this on purpose? Or was this just naturally happening to her body? Both were incredibly sexy explanations.

Lor set one hand on the small of Piper’s back before easing the feather back into her nostril. This just sent her nostrils quivering further. Her chest started to rise and fall at a faster pace than a moment ago.

Lor didn’t stop. He continued to steadily twist it around in her right nostril. Her breath snagged as Piper gave her head a shallow nod. Okay. He could see it in her face. That tickled. He was--he was going to make her sneeze. And she was helping him do it. And she was okay with that.

Piper let her head loll lazily to one side. Lor followed her motions with his hand, feather still held tight between his fingers. He carefully stroked down the inner walls of her nose before Piper let out a stuffy little chuckle. “Th-That feels kinda good, Lor...”

“Y-Yeah?” Lor clarified, a smile starting to twitch at his lips. “Think I can…make it better?”

Piper could only nod, jaw slack and nostrils squirming with an impending sneeze. He continued to give the inner walls of her right nostril taunting little strokes with the feather. It wasn’t until he started to ease the feather out of her nostril did she react with one heady, desperate hitch. Lor quickly released the feather, allowing it to linger in her full, damp nose. He then watched Piper shudder out a…truly unprecedented sneezing fit.

The feather wasn’t completely expelled with her first sneeze. It was powerful, sure, and misted the front of Lor’s sweater, but the feather remained lodged in her overactive nose. In fact, the fourth sneeze of the fit was what finally expelled the feather from her nostril. It lay, damp and useless on Lor’s thigh.

Piper let out a quivered little breath, nose scrunching with a much-needed sniffle.

“Bless you,” Lor said on a weak exhale as Piper started to clean up the underside of her nose with a group of hastily grabbed tissues. She tossed them carelessly to the floor without a second thought once her nose was somewhat tidier.

Her nose, clearly, wasn’t quite finished with her yet. She sneezed again, disastrously, as soon as she threw the tissues aside. Piper gave one stuffy groan. She gazed at him through eyelashes heavy in maroon glitter from the day. “Hey, Sheldon,” she breathed, nostrils flaring with a lazy inhale. “You….sdf! You still wanna shower before bed?”

Lor didn’t even question her motivation for this seemingly unrelated question. He just nodded, eyes fixated on her nostrils.

“Good.” Without looking away from Lor, she drew the bottom of his sweater up until it lingered just before her nose. He shivered, both at the sudden chill on his abdomen as well as the vision of Piper’s nose hovering desperately above the fabric of his turtleneck. That he was wearing. Right now.

Again, Piper’s nostrils fluttered. Her chest rose and fell with taunting hitches. Fuck, she had to sneeze. She had to sneeze so badly, didn’t she? He wanted her more than anything.

Piper buckled into his sweater with a sneeze. Oh--and then another. She let out this lasting moan of a hitch that Lor knew was added dramatics. He didn’t mind. He liked that she was adding dramatics for him. That kinda made this even better, right? That she was so excited to tease him? Jesus, and tease she did.

She took in a slow, testing breath through her nose. When she didn’t immediately sneeze, Piper rutted her nose into his sweater, rubbing with quiet desperation. After several seconds of this, Piper groaned and dropped his sweater. Instead, she leaned forward to trail her nose along his jawline. Fuck, the tip of it was still damp.

“I still have to sneeze…” she murmured, starting to kiss at his neck. Almost instantly after, she leaned back with a gasping snag to her breath. “Hh! Hhh--!” He’d have to take this sweater off in a moment, right?

Folding the sleeve of the oversized sweater over his hand, Lor pressed it right beneath Piper’s nose. There was no hesitation on Piper’s part as she clamped his hand firmly over his. She shuddered out a muffled sneeze.

Yeah, he was hard. He was very, very hard.

A moment later, Piper left out three more rapid sneezes into the fabric. They all sounded absolutely desperate, even while being quieted by his sleeve. Lor’s breath was stuck in his lungs the entire time. The warmth of those productive sneezes met his palm through his sleeve almost immediately.

After one final sneeze that was particularly cushion-shaking--”AhHYD’SCHuhh!”--Piper exhaled through parted lips. Her knitted brows slowly began to relax, now only twitching slightly. “That’s better…” she murmured, using Lor’s covered hand to rub beneath her nose. Lor was expecting her to realize that his hand was, in fact, attached to this convenient fabric that she had turned into a tissue, but…Piper met his eyes, teary though hers were. She knew exactly how he would feel about this.

She started to move his hand, up and down against her nose. Lor watched in absolute awe as Piper’s jaw started to slacken again. Was it possible that he could feel her nostrils flaring from beneath his sleeve?

When it seemed like Piper was just about to sneeze, she let his hand go. Lor blinked as she leaned back from him, her activated nose continuing to scrunch and twitch. She reached for the damp bottom of his sweater, beginning to pull it up. Lor could think of nothing he wanted more in that moment than to comply. “C’mon…” Piper said with a damp sniffle. “L-Let m-hh!--me sneeze on more of you.”

“Fuck, I love you,” Lor exhaled with adoration in every syllable as he carefully removed his sweater. He tossed it aside without fanfare. There were barely a few beats before Piper leaned forward, nestling her nose against his bare shoulder. Her nostrils were damp and squirming and right. There.

“I love you, too,” Piper said quietly, sniffing congestedly along his collarbone.

Lor shuddered and gulped, placing his hands on her shoulders. Despite everything in his body screaming at him to stay just like this, he gently pushed Piper back so they could meet eyes.

“I--I want this,” he said on a shaky gasp. “I really, really want this. I just--I’d feel better if I could go, I-I dunno, shower, and get myself kinda ready for--for everything this is gonna lead to? I-I just prefer those kinds of…experiences to be, um. Clean. Me, clean. Y-You clean, too, actually. If that’s okay.”

Piper leaned back from him at Lor’s prompting. She sniffled, knuckling one nostril as she offered him a teary smile. “Me, clean, too, don’t worry. I could use a shower, now, anyway. Helps to…unstuffify me. Add that to your horny lexicon.”

She knew him so well!

Lor nodded. “You can go first, if you want.”

Piper snorted, her lips pulling upward into a smirk before the expression crumpled again. She sneezed down towards Lor’s now-bare chest, making him shiver at the feeling of the uncontained sneeze making direct contact with what felt like every inch of him.

She sniffled lazily and finally completed that smile, taking both of Lor’s hands. “I mean that I could use a shower with you.”

Oh. “Oh!” Lor gasped, a snaggly smile immediately spreading across his face. Lor started to stand, offering his hands to help Piper up as well. “Okay! Let’s--yeah! Let’s go!”

Piper laughed, starting to pull off her own T-shirt as she followed Lor. “Hold your horses, buckaroo. Take a breath. You’ll be able to rob me of my treasured virginity in a sec. Lemme at least blow my nose first…”

#sneeze fic #sneeze kink #sick fic #not sneeze for work

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onecantsimply · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could right Lu Bu, Kojiro Sasaki, and Qi Shi Huang reacting to meeting Y/N’s aggressive friend that means well. Someone like Tanaka from Haikyuu or Inosuke from Kny, I was hoping if you could write their reactions to meeting for the first time and how kinda obnoxious/arrogant/loud they are and how they express it freely to Y/N as well as later seeing that Y/N’s friend means well.

It’s fine if you can’t fulfill my request, it’s no biggie! It’ll be really cool if you could, but it is your choice whether to do so. Thank you!

I don’t exactly watch Haikyuu, so I’ll just go with Inosuke-

𝕃𝕦̈ 𝔹𝕦:

Well, you decided to introduce Lü Bu to your friend when he had the time. So the instant that the two were in front of each other, it seemed like silence for the first second.

Until your boar masked friend started yelling, challenging Lü Bu. He only stood with crossed arms. The man seemed unimpressed. But still... there was a spark of amusement.

You yourself are pretty interesting. But to have a friend like that... You interest Lü Bu to such an extent.

The one time he does decide to humor your boar masked friend, he seemed at least slightly interested at how swift, flexible, and cocky your friend was. More like amusement-

Lü Bu himself got a few small wounds from Inosuke's swords.

A dual wielder, hm? Interesting.

Still, within due time, Lü Bu had your boar masked friend on his ass. A second round was definitely declared from your friend, but he had never replied, since he was by your side.

It was then that he had noticed how annoying your hyper friend was. Constantly challenging him in a fight, even somehow climbing onto the walls as if he were the exorcist, and showing off when the facts hadn't even interested the other man in the slightest.

Lü Bu had no idea of how you tolerated him. But there was a sure fact that he didn't- Inosuke got his ass knocked out so Lü Bu and you could do activities in silence-

𝕂𝕠𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕚:

Honestly, Kojiro finds your friend pretty amusing.

Additionally that his technique is... amazing. Duel wielding, just like Master Musashi. But, it seemed completely different, just like facing a wild boar.

Additionally to how flexible your boar friend is, and how Kojiro... isn't, he had slight trouble with dealing with him-

But only a few minutes within the spar, Inosuke was taken down.

He didn't seem to care for his wounds, judging from how he had challenged Kojiro yet again.

Mans just wants to rest-

How did you tolerate that man on a daily basis-? You were simply sipping your tea, enjoying what was happening-

More as if you were glad that the two of them were getting along instead of enjoying Kojiro's suffering- But even then, he had agreed to spar with Inosuke yet again-

Yeah, the man never stood a second chance. Even with how he had improvised, Kojiro had beat him once again, knocking him unconscious this time just so he could finally take his break-

The man's old bones are creaking-

ℚ𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕚 ℍ𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕘:

Qin seemed pretty pleased to meet your boar masked friend, even if he did seem slightly annoying-

Even in the presence of an emperor, and your pleads to have Inosuke go formal, he never did, and only challenged Qin to a sparring match.

Naturally, he refused. But Inosuke never took that as an answer.

Well, if he wanted his ass kicked, he could have said so.

Qin humored the boar masked male for a small while before immediately knocking him unconscious with a hit to the head.

After that, the man had moved on to do quiet activities with you. You did mention that you would have liked to have a spar with him yourself, yes?

Qin humored you much more until your friend woke up, yelling as he had done so, and even running into the sparring room.

You seemed to faintly sweatdrop as Qin smiled faintly. He seemed at least slightly amused, or rather annoyed at how Inosuke was.

Still, it wasn't every day that anyone disobeyed an emperor. Either that they were borderline dumb, or knew what they were doing. Qin knew damn well it was the former.

Thank Chidaruma that Inosuke was your friend, because he would have gotten a worse ass kicking than the Demon Qin faced on his way to become the Emperor.

#Lü Bu #Lü Bu record of ragnarok #Lü Bu x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #Qin Shi Huang #Qin Shi Huang x reader #Qin Shi Huang record of ragnarok #Kojiro Sasaki #Kojiro Sasaki x reader #Kojiro Sasaki record of ragnarok

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 10 ➡ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐!! 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷0? 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. watersports (urine). written really subtly and not that explicitly, meaning that imo is not "gross". However if you don't enjoy this kink, do not read. kinda of omorashi. golden rain on his dick. riding kisuke. masturbation. 𝐰𝐜: 745 ➡ hentober masterlist

"Kisuke, let me go" "Just a little more, (Name)-san ~

Outside is pouring rain, even though some sunrays tint the raindrops in pure gold. You just woke up from a wild night with the shop owner. And, despite what you could think of, he is not satisfied yet.

It feels as if you were about to lose control. And indeed, you are. Kisuke Urahara’s fingers skilfully works on your sex, over your panties. He traces circles on your clit, getting the fabric of your pink culotte wet.

“Why are you squirming so much? I haven’t even moved this” he says, pulling from the elastic of your panties. “I told you- I- I need to go to the bathroom” you moan.

The blonde genius smirks and giggles in your ear, he is right behind you. Kisuke has trapped you and both are now kneeling on the mattress. Waking up with him it’s fun. As fun as the night before.

“No but really, really- Please” you plead, your bladder is about to burst, but his fingers already working so perfectly in and out of you.

Urahara bites your shoulder, you smell still some traces of his sweet manly perfume lingering in the air. “See, I have studied human bodies for as long as I can remember and my gigais aren’t different from them… women have better orgasms if they have it full” he mumbles, pressing your lower belly all of a sudden.

You put your eyes white. Why is he that way? And why he knows exactly how to make you reach heaven every time?

A few warm drops wet his hand; you are sure he enjoys making you suffer. “Stop- Urahara Kisuke or I’ll…” you whine, not sure if you are hating or loving such torture. Your muscles tense, your belly kinda hurts. You need to go, or you will burst.

“Your bed will…” you mumble, as he begins to pump with beckoning motions, in and out and up and down your core. “Get wet, yes! That’s right, (Name)-san ~” he sings, perversely and so lustfully.

You widen your eyes; Yes. He is definitely enjoying it…His free hand pinches your nipple and you know that soon you will end up losing the battle against pleasure and your physiological needs.

“Come on… come for me” he urges you, hitting a sweet spot that both makes you moan and suffer. “No… I- don’t… don’t fucking press th-“ you beg, as if he really cared.

“Heh… look at my forearm… it’s still dry! Come on!” he goes faster, now constantly pressing your lower abs, forcing you to lose control drop by drop.

Mortified, you know exactly that keep resisting is completely futile and you decide to give him exactly what he wants.

“What- do you- want? Huh?” you pant, catching his attention, allowing your pelvic muscles to rest for a little bit. “On my dick, please?” he asks, smiling at you with that cute innocent façade that hides a pervert inside.

You sigh and turn around. Pushing him and crawling over his lap, he gets extremely excited for it. Your nails carve marks on his pale chest, and as lewdly as he is, a smirk draws on your face.

“I’m not cleaning the sheets after this” you tell him, taking your panties off. “I will. I promise” he swears, even if of course that was a complete lie.

Kisuke jerks off while you relieve yourself, the warmth of your inner fluids making the man beneath you bite his lip in pure pleasure.

“I love you ~” he mumbles, being a total inmate of prurience. “I love you too” you smile, feeling your muscles sore but your sex throbbing, pleading for more. The wet mess of your honeys mixed with your relief does not scare you, and all you can think off is to ride your lover.

You softly hit his hand away, taking now the control over his reddish dick, so wet from your pee and his own precum. A few pumps you give to him before guiding it right inside you. You let your hips fall over his lap, feeling his sex impale you deeply.

“I hope the rule of the full bladder also applies to you, Kisuke…” you tell him, perversely smiling as you begin moving up and down and around with your hips.

“Let’s see if it does, my sweet (Name)-san…” he moans, so ready to fill you up this time…

#urahara kisuke x reader #urahara x reader #bleach x you #bleach x reader #urahara smut #urahara kisuke smut #bleach smut #bleach x y/n #bleach #bleach fanfic #urahara x you #kisuke x you #kisuke x reader #kintober #hentober #kinktober 2022

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 1 year

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Halloween party 🎃👻 (part Colby x y/n)

AUTHORS NOTE 📝 : so you guys voted for me to write this one I’m here it is. It’s a bit longer than the others I write but I’m still pretty proud of it. Let me know your ideas please. I’m kinda running out of ideas 💡. Anyways I worked hard so please like. 👍

CONTENTS: fluff, party, drinking, creepy guys (they don’t do anything though) smut (but not a lot bc I cut away)

To celebrate Halloween and the end of a successful hellweek. Sam and Colby are a having a Halloween party. Of course I came I use any excuse I have to hang out with my boyfriend Colby. And I absolutely love Halloween. Just because I didn’t have a costume doesn’t mean that I couldn’t dress festive.

When I get there it’s crazy packed. I see Sam and Colby in the crowd however and meet him.

“y/n I’m glad you came. Happy Halloween” Sam says

“you look really hot” Colby tells me after sam walks away to talk to someone

“you do too” I smirk as we join the party. We mingled and dance for a bit. I kept thinking about how Colby looks so hot in his shirt. They had some sort of alcoholic punch. The party was getting really wild. People we’re making out in the hallway and getting very drunk. I heard a breaking of glass from another corner of the house where a fight broke out. People we pushing each other into the pool. And outside there was a keg stand. There were so many people there it was massive. The punch was really good but I have no idea what was in it. “Colbs can you please get me another drink?”

“sure”

A few minutes after Colby left two men came up to me. Neither were very attractive and one of them was clearly drunk.

“hey baby” one of them said “how you doing?”

“fine” I answered flatly

“come on, come upstairs with us” the other man said slurring his words a bit.

“I have a boyfriend!” I angrily replied

he grabbed my hand “well I don’t see him” I started to pull my hand away but he held on tighter.

“He right here” Colby said in a low angry tone. he was seething.

“woah there pal, we haven’t done anything”

“Colby, let’s go” I say pulling him away to his room where we can talk quietly. He sat on his bed and I sat next to him.

“Are you mad at me? You know I don’t like him. I told him I had a boyfriend.

“No it’s just.” He sighes “I love you y/n and it’s hard for me to see people look at you like your an object”

my heart swelled with love “oh colbs” I wrapped my hands around his neck. And I kissed him. He responded my deepening the kiss and running his fingers through my hair. I grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him roughly. He then started to attack my neck with hickeys. They felt so good. It was amazing. I get on get lap and take off his shirt. I run my fingers down his chest. He eagerly takes my shirt off and rips my bra not able to wait another moment. He then crashes his lips into mine in a very heated kiss.

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(listen to this when you read the chapter idk how to get it so it’s not just a preview but listen to it from beginning)

When I wake up my legs are so incredibly sore. I get up and steal some of Colby’s pjs. His flannel pants and t-shirt. I inhale the smell of the t-shirt. It smells like him. It was comforting. He got out of the shower

“Oh your awake. How do you feel?”

“after last night? Incredibly sore. I can barely walk”

He laughed ”should we go assess the damage?

There was absolute carnage. Majority of the poeple made it home safely. But there was still a lot of drunk people passed out in the hallways. There was glitter everywhere, and don’t ask me why I don’t even know. The beer cans and bottles were scattered everywhere.

“all right all right everyone out!” I said as I woke them up from their trance. I had to bust some people out of closets where they had hooked up. As everyone was waking up I went and looked in the mirror.

“aw fuck” I whispered as I looked at the massive amount of hickeys Colby had given me. But I still don’t regret it. Once everyone was Finally out we and Colby wiggled up to each other to watch a movie. It was a scary movie to celebrate Halloween. But I didn’t feel scared at all. Not with Colby’s arms around me. With him I feel safe and protected. He kisses me warm and tender. It’s sweet and I don’t want this moment to end. And for a very long time it doesn’t. For the rest of the day we sit together watching movies. Content in each other’s company.

#Spotify #colby brock #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fluff #Colby Brock fluff #colby x reader #fanfic #poll results #colby brock fic #colby brock imagine

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claire-elvisgirl · 8 months

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Wanna make a bet?

I'm having a lot of fun writing fast and funny stories...here's the first one.

Summary: You found some photos of Elvis with other women and you bet with him that you could do better than them.

Warning: 18+, smut, f gives head and swallows

Word cunt: 1k

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You couldn’t believe your eyes. As you took those pictures in your hands you felt a wave of anger blowing through your body. You ran downstairs looking for him and you found him relaxing on the couch.

“Oh there you are! I was just looking for you…what the fuck are these?” you asked throwing him the photos. He woke up and looked at you with sleepy eyes. “What the…where’d you get these, hun?”

“I found’em in your room, while I was cleaning up!”

He grabbed the pictures and looked at them, one after one: “And what ya were doin’ in my room?”

“I told you…I was cleaning up!”

He laughed at you: “Nah, don’t ya try to change the subject, ya were snoopin’ around werent’ya?”

You answered him shouting: “I had my good reasons to do it and guess what, I was right!”

“Right about what? What the hell ya think ya found out?”

Your eyes were filled with tears as you said those terrible words: “You’re cheating on me!”

He rolled his eyes up: “Now wait a minute baby, ya know I would never…”

“Explain this then!” you asked him. He got up from the couch and walked towards you, trying to find the right words. “Well, I guess I don’t have much of an explanation…I’m a man with needs and it gets kinda lonely sometimes…but I still love ya, ok?”

You were sitting on the couch crying all your tears out: “Now I understand why you didn’t want me on tour with you!”

He turned his back on you: “Oh God, not that shit again….is that a crime?”

Your anger exploded: “No, it’s not a crime…but hiding things like that…it is!” you answered, showing him a particular photo of a blonde woman, kneeled down giving him head.

He looked down embarrassed: “Okay, guess ya caught me red-handed! Look honey, I’m no saint…never claimed to be…I’m a mortal man with needs, but I ain’t just some cheatin’ son a bitch, okay? I love ya and ya know it!”

“Who is she?” you asked.

“I don’t give a damn who is she! I don’t even remember her name! Will ya please stop buggin’ me?” he was getting out of the room when you grabbed his hand and stopped him: “I bet I can do better than her!”

He turned around shocked, with a sparkle in his eyes: “Oh yeah? Well…prove it then!”

“You asked for it!” you answered. He looked back, teasing you. “I can’t wait to see ya try…but I’m sure ya don’t have the courage to do it right now!”

You kneeled in front of him and started to unzip his pants. He tried to bring you back up: “C’mon darlin’, I was kidding. Ya don’t have to prove anything. I believe ya!”

“You asked for it? You’re gonna get it!”

He couldn’t believe his ears and eyes: “You’re playin’ with fire, girlie…but ok, let me see what ya can do!”

You slid his pants down and he laughs: “Woah, we ain’t even on a couch yet…”

You looked up at him mischievously: “Who said we need a couch? You just stand up…and lemme do the rest!”

He took his face in his hands: “Woah darlin’…ya are a wild one…ya sure ya wanna do this?”

You nodded: “Once I’ll be done with you, you’re gonna forget all the others…once and for all! I wanna show you that I’m good at this just like that blonde bitch of yours…and even more!”

He laughed again: “Well then…I think we got ourself a deal!” he grabbed your chin.

She lowered her head and removed his pants revealing his hard cock: “Well hellooo…what do we have here? Seems like lil’ Elvis is already happy to see me!”

He smirked and laughed loudly: Oh darlin’, ya really are a tease…”

“Ready?” you asked him with a soft voice.

“Whenever ya are baby!”

You grabbed it in your hand and started to pump it: “Mmmmm so hard already…so hard for me…”

He moaned softly, his body quivering from the sensation of her soft hand stroking him: “That feels nice hun…so nice!”

You started very softly, to make him enjoy every little movement: “You like it?” He nodded slowly with his eyes closed tightly, while he tried to hold back his moanings. “It’s amazing hun, keep going…”

You paced up a little: “Don’t hush what you’re feeling, let it go!”

Listening to your words made him groaning loudly and he grabbed your hand, pumping with you. “Oh Goddd”

You took it in your mouth, taking his entire length down your throath. He opened his eyes wide as he felt your warm, wet mouth working around him. “Oh my God…baby…”

You kept sucking like a bee from a flower, clutching your lips around it.

His hips moved back and forth as he started to fuck your mouth. His face turned red with pleasure as he gripped onto your hair: “You’re doing great baby!”

You pulled back for a while leaving him speechless: “What the…”

“Am I better than her? Say it!” you looked up at him, still holding his cock in your hand.

He answered with a shaky voice: “You’re waaay better than her…but…I want ya to keep going, please…”

You smiled at him: “I want you to beg for it!”

He begged desperately: “Please hun…make me cum…keep going, I’m so close…”

You kept pumping it with your hand: “My little boy wants more?”

He nodded his head rolling back his eyes as his release approached: “More baby…please…please!”

“Ask properly!”

He looked down at you: “Please hun, I want ya to make me cum…please I need it!”

You took it back in your mouth, sucking and teasing with your tongue and he groaned loudly. His body was trembling as he lost control of himself. “S-suck it harder baby…I’m close!”

You looked up enjoying the sight of him, completely lost in his pleasure. The sensation was too much for him and he reached the peak of ecstasy. “Ready baby?”

He cries out loud as he cums hard inside of your waiting mouth. “Fffuck…yesss!” He was unable to speak or move.

You looked up, waiting for him to open his eyes. As you looked down at you, you swallowed and licked your lips. “Good boy!” He looked at you in disbelief, still panting from his orgasm, then he fell back on the couch. “Thank…thank you…that was…amazing…I have never felt anything like that before.”

You sat down and hugged him: “Anything to say?”

He tried to catch his breath, with his head rolled back and his eyes still closed: “I think…you proved your point baby!”

You grabbed his face and looked at him: “Now you remember that when you need such things, you don’t have to look around…you have me!”

He looked down and kissed you: “I know! You’re the best baby!”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis history #elvis fans #elvis smut #elvis imagine #70s elvis #60s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader

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hopepetal · 1 year

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I'm honestly so honored to be writing this. The feedback has been absolutely amazing, and I'm just floored with all the support and love you guys have given me. I have been screaming /pos over all your comments and reblogs, and it honestly makes my day. Thank you all so so much <3

@applestruda @stiffyck pspspsp the dumbasses with pointy sticks and rocket launchers are back

Scar woke to darkness and a pounding headache that spiked with each rattle of the wagon. Disoriented and confused, he rolled over with a long groan, blinking his surroundings into focus. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but as sleep loosened its grip he became more aware.

Narrowing his eyes, Scar did his best to ignore the ever-present headache as he examined his surroundings. It seemed to be a small wagon of sorts, one drawn by horses if the clip-clop of hooves outside were any indication. He noted that his hands were tied behind his back, the rope rough and scratchy against his skin. Nevertheless, he managed to push himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the side of the wagon.

That’s when he noticed Grian.

His friend was curled up in a ball on the other side of the wagon, soft whimpers and grunts of pain coming from him whenever the wagon went over a rough bump or jostled too much. The smell of blood around him was strong, and as Scar scrambled over he noticed just how bloodstained the bandages had become.

Guilt shot through him upon seeing this. Here he was again, powerless and unable to help his friends. It seemed that every time he tried to make things better, to do something right, he just messed up again. Now they were both in trouble, and Grian was badly hurt. All because Scar had been selfish and thought he deserved to have a family.

Looking down at Grian, Scar scooted forward and nudged him gently with his knee. “G? G, wake up. Come on, you’re the lightest sleeper I know. Don’t do this to me now…”

Grian’s eyes fluttered open, and he groaned softly. Pain clouded eyes caught Scar’s worried gaze before slipping shut again. Scar’s panic only grew with that, and he nudged Grian again. “C’mon buddy, stay with me. I know it hurts but you gotta keep your eyes open, okay?” He looked around frantically for anything that could possibly help, cursing himself once more for not bringing a weapon. “Shoot, um… hold on, Grian, I’ll get you help.” Somehow.

After another moment of scrambling for ideas, Scar sighed. “Okay. Okay, fine. I don’t think this is going to work but…” Raising his voice, he called out, “hey! Hey, can someone help? My friend is kinda dying here!” He continued to shout until the wagon came to a halt, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

The wagon cover was pulled back, the sudden light flooding in causing Scar to squint, turning his head away so his eyes could adjust. Blinking rapidly, he glanced back to see the sword wielding mercenary from before glaring down at him. “Okay, okay, listen. My friend is hurt.” Scar jerked his head in Grian’s direction. “Can you help him? Please? I promise I won’t ask anything else of you-”

The mercenary groaned, rolling his eyes. “Why should I? Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t toss the bird out and leave him for the vultures.”

Scar’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his thoughts running wild. He glanced over at his friend, unconscious and bleeding, and made a decision. Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at the mercenary. “We’re soulbound.” The lie came with ease, years of manipulation and swindling coming in handy. “You want me alive, right? Then you’ll have to keep him alive, too.”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” The man groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You have got to be kidding me.” He lowered his hand to glare at Scar. “Fine. Your soulmate will get new bandages and potions when we stop at the next village. But no shenanigans, got it?”

Scar grinned. He would’ve given a mock salute were he able to. “Yessir! Absolutely no shenaniganry back here, no siree!”

“Whatever.” With that, the wagon cover was pulled back over the wagon, and Scar was plunged into darkness once more.

He waited until the horses started moving again to talk to Grian. “Did you hear that? It’s gonna be okay, G. We’re going to get you help, and then we can… I don’t know, figure a way out of here. Okay?”

Grian just let out a soft mumble, curling in on himself further. His wings wrapped around his trembling form like a blanket, and Scar heaved a sigh. Leaning back against the wagon again, he gazed at his friend with worry and compassion. “...Mumbo’s gonna kill us when we get back,” he muttered.

-o-

Honestly, Mumbo was a bit worried for his friends. He had always been a bit of a nervous man, though he had always put his faith in Grian’s capabilities. But now…

“Can you please stop pacing?” Iskall asked, watching as Mumbo continued to stride back and forth anxiously.

“What if they’re hurt? What if they’re stuck out there, all alone? What if-?” Mumbo was interrupted by Iskall’s soft laughter. “What? I’m just worried!”

“They aren’t children, Mumbo. They’ll be fine.” Iskall stood, placing a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder reassuringly. “Come on. Let's get something to drink. That way you can relax. Alright?”

Mumbo hesitated, before sighing. “...alright, I suppose.”

Whatever was happening, Mumbo just had to trust his friends would be alright.

#my writing #boatem knights au #mumbo jumbo #iskall #grian #goodtimeswithscar #(sets this down and runs)#okay I have an idea of how this is going to end up now #kind of

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tonysslut · 2 years

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Hey!!

Could I officially request this?

Like, just older, dark-ish Tony carelessly overstimulating you over and over again (and being pretty rough too)

Hi! I hope this turned out how you wanted. I'm still figuring out how to write dark!tony lol. and the ending it kinda shitty but that's expected

Summary: Tony tried being gentle, but he just can't hold back anymore

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, slight size kink.

W/C: 1.1k

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Seeing your small, naked frame sprawled out on his bed was a sight for sore eyes. You looked so fragile, almost like one wrong move would break you. That drove him completely wild. He used every ounce of his willpower to be gentle with you last night, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to restrain himself today.

You feel his fingers dancing along your side, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He slowly woke you up, pressing opened mouth kisses on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Tony.” You breathe out, feeling your clit starting to throb with need.

He rolls over and spreads your legs to settle in between them. His heavy cock rested on your stomach, tip an angry shade of red with beads of precum leaking onto your skin. Leaning down, he leads you into a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moan.

He pushes your legs to your chest with his thighs, leaving you bare to him. Caging you in with his big arms, essentially trapping you. Your cunt glistens with your arousal. He groans, seeing how wet you are.

“You want daddy's cock?” He says, voice laced with lust. You instantly shake your head, biting your bottom lips when he rubs his bulbous head in between your puffy folds. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment.

“What did I tell you last night? Use your big girl words, or have you already gone dumb?” His words go straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.

“M’sorry daddy. I want you inside me, please.” You whine, shaking your hips to see if he finally sinks inside you.

He gives you a quick ‘good girl’ before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing into you. Tony circles his hips when he bottoms out, your nails digging into his biceps at the intensity. Pulling out, he leaves just the tip in before pushing back in, making you gasp and clench around him. He closes his eyes and tries desperately to recompose himself, but he loses it when he opens his eyes.

Your eyes are glazed over, senses completely taken over by Tony. His aroma wraps around you, mind going blank. You notice his eyes darkening, a feral look that sends a chill up your spine. The speed of his movements increases, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.

“T-tony. Slow down.” You rush out, feeling like he’s about to split you in half.

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he speaks. “You take what I give you. Understood?” You try your best to respond, but between his grip on you and his thrusts, it comes out more like an incoherent mumble.

You feel him squeeze your cheeks, ‌parting your lips and spitting into your mouth. You moan at the obscene action, your walls fluttering as you swallow.

“Dirty girl, I can feel your greedy cunt clenching around my cock. Gonna cum?” He says in a mocking tone.

“Yes! Yes, please. I’m so close.” Tears fill your eyes at the intensity, jaw going slack when Tony presses two fingers on your swollen clit. The extra stimulation makes your orgasm rip through you, toes curling as your legs shake. Your cunt tightens around Tony’s cock, almost making it impossible for him to thrust into you.

He throws his head back with a low roar at the feeling. The bit of restraint he had is now lost when he sees tears running down your cheeks. He places his hands on your waist and leans back until you're straddling him, your hands dropping to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“Grind that pretty pussy on me, baby.” You do as he says, moving your hips back and forth, feeling the sparse hairs on his pelvis rub against your sensitive clit. “Just like that, good fucking girl.”

Your legs shake as you move, still riding out your previous orgasm. Tony’s hand creeps up your front, pinching your hardened nipple before wrapping it around your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back, squeezing just enough to give you a head buzz.

You wrap your hands around his wrist, lips parting at the feeling. Tony takes the opportunity to push two fingers past your parted lips. Your eyes widen, but you enclose your lips around his thick digits, moaning as you suck on them.

“Look at you, sucking daddy’s finger while you ride me. Such a dirty whore.”

He pushes his fingers further into your mouth, causing you to gag around them. His fingers glisten with your spit when he pulls them out, bringing them down to rub your clit. You jerk away at the sensation, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Don’t run away from me, princess.” He growls, placing his free hand on your hip to keep you grinding on his cock.

“Too s-senstive.” You whine, quickly feeling your release build deep inside you.

He completely ignores you, only focusing on the way your cunt tightens around him. You throw your head back with a scream as you gush around him, your release hitting you without a warning. Your body goes numb, you feel hot and cold all at once but you keep your hips moving because it just feels too good. Tony looks down at his chest that’s now covered with your juices. Collecting some on his fingers, he shoves them into your mouth. You moan as you taste yourself.

Without a warning, he pushes you against the mattress and flips you over, putting your ass in the air while your face is pressed against the mattress. He’s quick to slam back into you, fucking you deeper and harder than before. You can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. The bed creaks with the force of his movements. You gasp as you desperately try to fill your lungs with air.

“It’s fuck t-too much.” You rush out, hoping he’ll slow down.

“Does it hurt, princess?” He says in a patronizing tone. You quickly nod your head. “Well, too bad, you’re gonna take it until Daddy's finished.”

You whine at his words, hot tears soaking the sheets as you press your face into the mattress. Your limbs give out on you as orgasm after orgasm wash over you, thighs covered in your slick, a thin layer of sweat makes your skin glow under the sunlight.

Tony’s thrusts start to become sloppy, his groans and moans fill the room, letting you know he’s about to cum. You use whatever strength you have left to turn your head to look at him.

“Please cum in me. Fill me up daddy.” That’s all it takes for Tony’s orgasm to take over. He pushes you into the mattress, a bruising grip on your hips as his hot seed coats your velvet walls.

He collapse on top of you, his weight pressed against you feels so comforting, causing you to pass out before he has a chance to pull out. You wake up when he picks you up, walking towards the bathroom to clean you up.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got you.”

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The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 6

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: This chapter it was inspired by Gilmore Girls. I needed to say that haha. Okay, one more chapter and this little story is done (+ the epilogue). I'm not sure I said this but it was a real rollercoaster for me the experience around this story...it's not a one about big moments and plot twists, all that happens is kinda under the surface. The reality is that didn't happen on porpoise, it kinda happened. I've been writing for a long time now, and one thing that keeps surprising me is how stories built themselves. In the sense that the writer only has a bit of control over it..the rest is the magic of writing. So, thanks for being here guys, for reading my works. Truly means the world :)♥

Warnings: a lot of fluffy feelings and a few hurt ones at the end, typos.

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The annoying vibration of a phone buzzing closer to her body disturbed Y/n’s dreams. She moved trying to ignore it, although a loud groan from another human being woke her up a little bit more.

Her tired eyes opened and fell on a male sleeping across from her on the couch --on a very uncomfortable position, Y/n thought. Matty was sound asleep on her couch. His curls were everywhere around the cushion he was using like a pillow. The singer looked innocent and cute.

Her phone vibrating distracted Y/n from the view. Kate was calling her. Y/n frowned to her screen, swiping her finger to answer.

“Hello.” she said, in a low tone, so her voice didn’t wake Matty.

“Thanks for picking up, bitch.”

“Sorry.” Y/n placed a hand on her forehead, walking away from the couch. She turned around to check he was still asleep. Y/n let a breath out, noticing he in fact was.

After, she noticed the bottles --plural-- of wine empty on her coffee table, also being adorned by the copy Matty was meant to take and return home. Obvious to that point, he never left.

“What are you waiting for?” Kate shouted, Y/n took the phone away from her ear.

“What?” her friend was very confused.

“I’m freezing out here, girl!”

“What are you talking about, Kate?”

“Here that goes, our new intent to be healthy. Open your door and I’ll make coffee.”

Y/n vaguely remembered talking with her about going for runs around the park every Saturday. Something they failed at the first start.

“Are you at the door?”

“Y/n!”

Kate’s friend walked fast, opening the door and finding her best friend at the other side. She cut the call.

“Please don’t shout.” she pleaded.

“Oh, shit!” Kate exclaimed, taking in Y/n’s state.

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Both friends stood side to side on the old frame which separated the entrance of the house from the living room.

“He’s sleeping in your living room.” Kate stated the obvious.

“Mhm.”

“Matty Healy is sleeping in your couch.”

“Yes.”

“Care to explain? Did you-” Y/n’s friend turned to look at her, surprised about her idea.

“No.” Y/n interrupted her before she could say the next words. Both checked if Matty woke up, he only turned to the opposite side. “No.” Y/n said lower than before.

“It’s okay if you did.”

“Kate, he came to pick one of his books. We drank wine and talked about it.” she explained, meanwhile she pushed her friend towards the kitchen. They needed to be far from Matty, just in case he woke up.

“He couldn’t wait until you were at the shop?” Kate inquired.

“He could. I urged him.” Y/n admitted, making coffee for them.

“You what?”

“Mornin’” Matty showed up, startling them. “Sorr- Oh, hi Kate.” he greeted her, embarrassed she was there.

“Hi, Matty.”

“Do you- Do you want coffee?” Y/n offered him. Matty looked at the woman for the first time that morning. His curls wild, his cute tired eyes. Her knees almost failed her.

Matty stared between the friends. “I should go…”

“Don’t mind me crushing your sleepover, guys.” Kate teased them, breaking the tension.

Y/n scolded her, “Kate!” and Matty laughed.

“Okay, one coffee and then I'll leave.” he said, taking a seat beside Kate on the kitchen table.

“Great.”

Matty and Y/n exchanged a couple of smiles under the attentive watch of Kate. They didn’t notice her, too engrossed in each other. Y/n’s friend hid her smile behind her mug.

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Matty stood up when the conversation died a little, giving him the perfect chance to leave before he just decided he was going to spend the entire day there. Which was what he really wanted, although Matty felt he already took enough of Y/n’s time and attention.

“I’m off, girls.”

“Really? You just stayed more than twelve hours, Matty.” Kate titled her head.

“And you wanted to meet her.” Y/n remind him.

Matty chose silence as the best option, saying a simple “Bye, Kate.”

“Bye, Matty.”

Walking behind Matty, Y/n closed the door so Kate couldn’t spy on them.

“Sorry about her.”

“Don’t, she’s funny.”

“Sorry for retaining you here.” she truly meant it.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop apologizing, ya?” Matty placed his hand on her forearm, looking into her tired eyes.

Y/n made a fake sign of zipping her mouth.

“Had a great time last night.” the singer squeezed her arm a bit.

She agreed, “Me too.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/n.” Matty dared to leave a soft kiss on her cheek and she felt all the surrounding air disappearing.

The frontman looked at her, centimetres away from her face, to then suddenly be metres away.

Y/n waved, saying, “See ya.” Matty chuckled without turning around.

The woman saw her disappeared around the corner. Y/n noticed then she had been waving the entire time until that moment. She stopped, turning around, going inside.

“See ya? See ya? What a moron.” Y/n whispered, closing the door behind her.

“Sure. Of course.” Kate teased her.

Kate’s friend protested, resting her body on the wooden door, “I- Don’t.”

“I didn’t.” the addressed woman lifted her hands.

Y/n’s tired eyes turned to the side, towards the living room. She moved fast, as if someone was banging on the door fell on the book startling her, although her eyes were fixed on an item resting –still– on the coffee table. ‘On The Road’ by Jack Kerouac.

“Shit.” Y/n took it.

“Excuse you.”

She didn’t hear Kate’s lame joke, she continued, “He forgot the book.”

“Ah?”

“He came to pick the book…and he forgot it.” Y/n looked to Kate. “I’m going to try to catch him.” she started walking, trying to reach the front door.

Although Kate stopped her, “Don’t be dramatic. Take it to the shop.”

Maybe it was a “Good idea.” since she didn’t want to look desperate.

“Do you want toasts? I’m starving.” Kate offered, without paying more attention to the book.

“Yeah, yeah…” Y/n’s were still focused on the old item between her hands.

When Kate was out of sight, she took her phone out and opened Matty’s chat.

Y/n: you forgot the book…

Matty replied right away.

Matty 🎸: yeah x Y/n: I can bring it to the shop!

Because offering to bring it to his house was too much, even more after they spent the night together at hers.

Matty 🎸: no, it’s alright

Y/N frowned reading the text.

Y/n: what do you mean?

She was biting her nails when he clarified.

Matty 🎸: I mean, keep it Y/n x

Y/n typed and typed, looking for the right words. It was his book, not hers.

Matty 🎸: IT YOURS NOW!

The singer stopped her before she could protest more, even though she tried one last time.

Y/n: This doesn’t feel right. I’m going to gift you one. Matty 🎸: fuck no! Forget it. Y/n: Matty… Matty 🎸: Y/n, it was a pleasure to discuss it with you. Have a nice day, see you soon x

His written words left a sour taste on her mouth. Y/n felt like Matty was dismissing her, ending the conversation, so she just locked the phone, feeling a pang in her chest. Without knowing that at the other end of the line, Matty was waiting for an answer that never came and made him thought he fucked up for good.

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