#things you wish you noticed before hitting submit

[barefoothighlander]

Hi luv! Can you please do some headcanons of ghost having a civilian wife who is an absolute RAY of sunshine, but he keeps the fact that he’s married a secret even from 141. And when they do find out they’re just like??? How??? She’s like so cute???

yes ugh, soft!ghost has my heart, he'd be such a cutie obsessed with his wife, I love this, also obsessed with gossipy Soap and Gaz, they'd be so invested in Ghost's life

warnings: none just fluff

You and Simon had been married 3 years, meeting 5 years ago while he was on leave back home and you were visiting family

You bumped into him on accident after losing all sense of direction on a back street.

He was intrigued because most people are frightened by his outward appearance, but you just smiled at him apologizing profusely.

He had awkwardly asked for your number and you gave it to him, going on a few dates before he fell madly in love with you. Completely enamoured with your smile and personality, always giggling and happy, a stark contrast to how he usually was.

You made him see things in a softer light, constantly dragging him to farmer’s markets and gardens, he followed your every whim, just happy to spend time with you.

He had proposed a year after the two of you became official, deciding he couldn’t go another day without being married to you.

A week after the proposal he had to deploy, it broke his heart to leave you but it made him even more eager to come back to you.

You knew most of what his job consisted of, he spared you the more gory parts as they always made you squeamish. The two of you making it a rule to keep your relationship secret, even from the rest of the team.

After you married he made a point of calling you every day from base just to check in, even though he’d see you right as soon as he got home.

On a particularly difficult mission, Simon had gotten hit in the head, his helmet knocked off and thrown to the dirt, a small piece of paper falling out.

Soap rushed over to him to make sure he was okay, noticing the small paper and grabbing at it as Simon reached to tear it from his hands. It was a photo of you, hair messy from the wind, skin glowing from the sun outside, bright smile plastered on your face as you smiled at your husband behind the camera.

“Lt have’ya a lass,” Soap asked, dodging Ghost’s attempts to retrieve the photo. “Tell me and I’ll give it back”. Sick of Soaps games Ghost submits. “She’s my wife”

Word spread quickly through the team on behalf of Soap’s loudmouth, all the men rushing to question Ghost about his secret relationship.

“No shot you married her, she’s so.. Cute? Smiley? And you’re so” Gaz is cut off by Simon’s dark stare.

All the men pestered Ghost about meeting you as he continued to decline, Price offering a simple ‘congratulations son’

One day you came to base to drop off some gear that Simon forgot at home, immediately greeted by Soap. “No way” he says, stepping towards you with open arms, pulling you into a hug. You hug him back confused. “Sorry, have we met” “No but I’ve heard a lot about you lass”

Simon rushes out of the base practically tearing Soap off you, giving him a warning with a quiet stare as you tug on his jacket, reaching on your toes to lift his mask slightly, planting a kiss to his lips and smiling before handing him the bag of gear which he takes before running a hand softly over your back.

“This is so strange” Soap responds taken aback by the sight of you two, one tall and brooding, face covered by a skull mask and the other a practical ray of sunshine, wearing a long flowing dress that leaves the top of your chest open to the breeze.

“I will say, you’re much prettier in person, the picture doesn’t do justice” “That’ll do” Simon warns as you giggle.

Against Simon’s wishes you invite the team over for a dinner, the weather was too nice to not eat outside as you got to meet each member, learning more about them than Simon would ever tell you.

“I’m sorry it just makes no sense,” Gaz says as you quirk an eyebrow in question. “I just mean you’re so nice, and the Lieutenant is so daunting” you laugh, “trust me, he’s not so scary with the mask off,” He bows his head in embarrassment as you break down his strict facade.

“So what do you two even do? Gasp does Lt cuddle?” Soap asks almost giggling, Simon swears that he could kill Johnny right there. You spare a glance at your husband before meekly nodding in Soap’s direction as he and Gaz are taken in a fit of laughter, you shrug your shoulders in a silent sorry to Simon.

The team made it a tradition to now show up at your home at least once a week to have dinner and some drinks, or just play some board games, intent on getting to know you better, almost punishing Ghost for keeping you a secret.

Cleaning up dinner Simon slides behind you wrapping you in a hug, a small show of affection he had been holding off on while the team was in view. “You’re telling them too much” As he kisses the base of your neck, you turn your body to him, “It’s nice to get to know them, I like seeing you around your friends” he scoffs as the term, then thinks about it shit maybe we are friends.

The time spent after at work Simon was constantly pestered about when he’d make Price and Soap uncles while Gaz had proclaimed himself as your future child’s fairy godmother.

Simon grew tired of the constant interrogation but felt like a weight was off his chest finally being able to be open about your relationship, though he’d never let the team hear the pet names you call him in private, nor would he let them in on the more tender moments of your time spent together.

The team always telling him that he was nicer when you visited or called him, always nagging to see pictures of the two of you (there were barely any, maybe one where he didn't have his mask on but it was kept secure in the house), and wanting to know when you'd visit.

Ghost was relieved that the team was so nice to you, he'd kill them for even saying a bad word, but he wasn't surprised given your ability to get along with almost everyone, always stopping to say good morning to people on the streets.

They teased him for days after you dropped him off some lunch one time, he had acted angry but he loved the domesticity of your lives, he loved seeing you in his office, a bright figure in such a beige world, he couldn't help the smile that crept on his face at the mere thought of you.

So the two of you welcomed the team into your lives, enjoying the company after living rather solitary. Spilling secrets with Soap and Gaz as Price and Simon looked on, Price with a small smirk on his face, happy that Simon finally found the love he deserved, while Simon sat unamused at Soap's jokes.

#simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #cod mw2 #ghost fluff #ghost mw2 #mw2022 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #call of duty mwii #simon ghost riley angst #cod mw x reader #call of duty

[pupyuj]

highly dubcon! coming over to your boyfriend’s house and while he’s away buying some groceries, his older sister, g!p wonyoung, takes advantage of the situation, pulls you into her room with no warning and fucks your virgin pussy out better than her brother ever will. a lot of resisting, tears, and pleads of “no” “unnie stop” “this is wrong” “i-i can’t be doing this” but every thrust just hits your spot too good that you’re forced to submit to wonyoung’s will :((

you’ve actually noticed her lingering inappropriate touches on you before but you shrugged them off as only friendly gestures from your boyfriend’s older sister :((

P.S. wony has a MAJOR unnie kink :(

anon i love you for this UGHHHH 😩😩😩 this kinda went on and on but you guys like that, right? :3

[cw: dubcon, corruption.]

wony always looks forward to the days you’d come over and to spend some time being cute with her brother! mostly bcs you’d make sure to doll yourself up and it’d be an excuse for wony to jerk herself off in her room while thinking of you bouncing on her cock like you should be 🫣 hehe i like the idea of her being a huge perv too… hugging you for a bit too long to feel your boobs pressed up against hers, backhugging you whenever you try to cook something for your bf in their kitchen under the guise of ‘teaching you’ just so she can subtly grind her cock on your ass 🫢🫢 also loves your perfume so she’s constantly very close to you and one time wony even managed to steal a hoodie of yours that you left in her brother’s room and jerk herself off as she inhaled your scent…

wony feels very little guilt about what she does and actually wishes she was the one you were dating instead… so much so that she got so jealous that she jumped to the opportunity to fuck you while her brother was gone 🫣🫣 her pulling you into her room bcs she wanted you to take a look at her closet and gawk at her designer clothes just to hug you from behind and start touching everywhere… most specifically your boobs 😳

“u-unnie, what are you…?” you were so confused 😔 in your head, you knew that you probably shouldn’t be letting your bf’s older sister touch you like this but you were also scared that you’d make your sweet wonyoung-unnie sad :((

oh, and did i mention that she’s crazy and delusional enough to say, “you wore this outfit for me, didn’t you, baby? wanted to look pretty for unnie to slut you out today?” 🫢

“what are you s-saying? mmhn.. stop that…” your attempts to push wonyoung’s hands away were futile, especially when she snuck her hand in between your thighs and felt up your soaked panties with her fingers… wony knew you always liked her 🥺🥺 (crazy, i said!!)

kisses you hungrily after forcefully turning you around 😵‍💫 presses your back against her mirrors while you weakly fight against her hold but wony was surprisingly very strong :(( and of course you couldn’t resist moaning when she squeezes your asscheeks and shoves her tongue inside your mouth, prompting her to slide a thigh between your legs and press it up against your slick… “ride, baby. you know you want to.” she whispers against your lips 🤤 and when you refused to do what she says, she grabs your hips and makes you grind on her thigh herself :(( “like this. do it, slut.” wony says in a harsh tone which of course makes you fold bcs you don’t ever want to make her mad :((

it was so so so wrong but it felt so good 💔 grinding your clit on wony’s thigh and whimpering at the pleasure of it all :(( having to hold onto wony’s shoulders the more you increase your pace, and the things she told you weren’t helping either :(( so many “good girl”s and “good job”s 😣😣 all of wony’s praises pleased your ears as much as her touches pleased your arousal… and of course you want so much more it all 😵‍💫

letting wony unbutton your cardigan and lift your top up so she could see your lacy white bra and say, “oh? i bet you two were finally going to fuck later, hm? is that why he was in such a rush to buy ‘some things’ at the store? cute,” it was so convenient that your bra could be undone at the front! 🤭 wony easily popped it open, licking her lips at the sight of your bare breasts… “i’m not gonna let him get a drop in you.” she whispers before leaving wet kisses down your neck slowly.. she doesn’t leave any marks—she wasn’t stupid.

having to clamp your mouth shut when wony’s warm mouth wraps around your nipple :(( and ofc she pulls down your panties at the same time to get a feel of your wet pussy… her smirking while she swirled her tongue around your nipple and sucked on it with a satisfied moan… your muffled whimpers only made her harder… in fact, her boxers were wet—she couldn’t wait to fuck your untouched pussy 🫣

wony insisting that you fuck while sitting down on the floor with her back facing the mirror so you could watch yourself get fucked under her 😵‍💫 your wonyoung-unnie’s big cock hurting you the deeper she pushes it in but it also?? feels so good??? her bringing you to the point of tears, holding onto her so tightly that your nails were digging through the fabric of her sweater but your pained cries were so sweet to her ears :(( “unnie, i-i-it hurts so much…!” you’d say but wony would only hum, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around her length 🤤🤤

wony wouldn’t even let you get used to her size before she just starts thrusting :(( even a moderate pace was too much for you bcs you’ve never even put your own fingers inside your pussy :(( “a-ah..! ahh, unnie..! unnie!” every single moan of yours would only cloud wony’s head with thoughts of completely ruining you :(( “fffuck, fuckfuck…! y-you feel even better t-than i imagined… shit..” she would grip your hips with her hands and have you move in rhythm with her 😣 no matter how much you asked her to stop or slow down, wony would only fuck you even harder… and eventually, you’d give up trying to resist and just submit to her completely..

moaning and sobbing right up against wony’s ears,, “unnie.. f-f-feels good…” and ofc you’d forget that what you were doing was wrong.. just as wony intended! 🤭 it’s just so pleasing to hear her call you her good girl :(( and to say that you were doing so well taking her cock :(( how could you not obey to do whatever to make your wonyoung-unnie praise you?? 😔 your moans being reduced to tiny little gasps when you feel an unfamiliar knot form deep in your stomach… “ow.. o-ow, unnie… unnie, wait..!” you’d say, shaking your head and sobbing pathetically when wony hits one of your good spots again :((

“cumming yet, baby..? that’s what i thought… g-go on, cum for unnie…” wony giggling as you wrapped your legs around her waist, scratching at her back while you cried and cried as you came all over her cock :(( and you know what? she doesn’t even stop there! she has to cum too! so she lays you down on the floor and just uses you pussy as she pleases :(( pinning your hands down while she pounded into you mercilessly, kissing you from time to time to silence your pleads and crying… saying, “we’re not finished until i fill you up.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and that’s what she does! wony thrusts and thrusts until she plunges her cock deep inside your walls and cums 😋 her cum spilling out of your pussy and making a mess of the two of you 😵‍💫 “mhm.. still wanna fuck my brother?” wony asks as she stares at your poor, dazed state 💔💔 she’d scare you into not telling a single soul and also to not breaking up with her brother :(( making you run back to his room with your face flushed and head still a bit spinny 😣😣 wony would steal your bra just so you have a reason to come back to her in the future :3

her sick and twisted self surely enjoyed eavesdropping from outside her brother’s bedroom door a few moments later, hearing you apologize to him and telling him that you ‘aren’t ready’ only inflated her massive ego… and of course she’d act all clueless and innocent when the two of you exit his room so he could take you home… “everything okay?” she’d ask with the fakest concern ever.

“y-yeah… i was just about to go home, unnie.” you’d say quietly. your boyfriend didn’t notice how you clenched your thighs under wonyoung’s gaze, or how you couldn’t seem to meet the older girl’s eyes bcs yours were glued to her bulge… why were you… yearning for that feeling inside you?? you were just as sick as wonyoung herself! 😵‍💫

yes, wonyoung would definitely hit you up a few hours later that night with a mirror pic of her with her hand wrapped around her cock. you wouldn’t reply out of all the shame and guilt you felt about what you two did but yes, you’d think about her dick all night :((

and yes, you’d definitely find yourself at your bf’s house the next few days without a warning not for your boyfriend (who just so happened to be out of the house, not knowing that you even came), but for his pretty older sister who doesn’t hesitate to grab you and make you scream her name all afternoon 🫢

#ive smut #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive thoughts #ive x fem reader #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x fem reader #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung imagines #jang wonyoung thoughts #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #wonyoung imagines #wonyoung x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group x fem reader #g!p idol #g!p wonyoung #g!p jang wonyoung #g!p ive

[monster-disaster]

Hey! Saw that your requests are open and wanted to submit a request (more of a general idea, really):

A human reader who’s lover is a high-ranking demon/Archdevil/Prince of Hell. Because of his position in the infernal hierachy, he’s quite serious and doesn’t always grasp irony or figures of speech. Like the fact that humans say they hate someone doesn’t necessarily mean they wish ill fortune for that person. Or their "love" for something isn’t equivalent to love between partners.

Just a serious demon monarch confused by human rhethorics. Thanks!

I’d say you’re doing the Lord’s work but that might be an ufortunate choice of words on my part…. Anyway, keep being awesome! :)

Thank you for your request! :)

demon!Vinar x human!Reader Good to know: high school stereotypes

now The recognition strikes you with a gasp. "It was all you!" Your voice is accusing but not angry; you're too shocked to be angry. "Took you long enough, love," Vinar sounds proud. He even smiles as he opens the car door for you. "Vinar!" You gasp again, mentally retracing every mishap and misfortune of the night. It was all him the whole time! The curve of his lips slowly disappears as he frowns at you in confusion. "What?" The demon asks. "You hate them."

not long ago Vinar's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to his body as you struggle to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. You both stand near the bar, each holding your own drinks. The fruity cocktail your boyfriend ordered for you a few minutes ago still lingers on your tongue. "What the hell is happening here?" You breathe out, shocked. Vinar smiles at your choice of words but remains silent. The demon tries to conceal the satisfied curl of his lips behind his drink. Little do you know, you've just answered your own question.

When you received an invitation to your high school reunion a few weeks ago, your immediate reaction was dismissal. The four years you spent with them were more than enough, and there wasn't a fiber in your body that wanted to experience it again.

But the thought didn't leave you alone.

High school was long years ago, and you left your awkward teenage years behind after graduation. Things changed for the better, and a not-so-small part of you wanted to show it to them. Curiosity also played a role. You made sure not to follow anybody on social media, but now that memories flooded back, you couldn't help but wonder how their lives turned out. Did they make their dreams come true?

So after thinking it through, you decided to accept the invitation. It's just a night anyway, you told yourself. Whatever happens, you can survive it.

You're still preoccupied with watching the ex-cheerleader limp to the restroom, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's suspicious satisfaction. Her ankle seems to bend at an awkward angle every few steps as she hurries away, hunched over. Maybe it's rude of you, but you can't find any sympathy for her misfortune in yourself. After all, the only reason she approached you upon your arrival was to shamelessly ogle Vinar. It took all of your self-restraint not to snap at her to stop drooling. So no, you don't feel bad about her heels.

"Do you think she will come back?" You ask your demon, still staring at the narrow corridor where she disappeared moments ago. Vinar scoffs. "If she wants to leave, she has to come out at some point." "The heels of her shoes just come off," you tell him. "Both!" The male's chest rumbles with a quiet chuckle as he looks down at you. "Are you laughing?" "No," you lie, deciding to drown your amusement in your cocktail before anyone notices it. After one of your ex-classmates leaned down and tore the bottom of his trousers, you are not sure people would appreciate your reaction. You glance at the man from the corners of your eyes. He stands at the wall with his friends, making sure he can hide his accident. "It's certainly not their night," Vinar hums under his nose.

He is definitely right, and the icing on the cake comes when the man who was the football star of the high school once upon a time reaches his alcohol limit and starts vomiting on himself, not sparing the others around him. "Oh my god!" You gasp, eyes wide. "Oh god!" Your boyfriend grimaces at the sight, slipping his large hand to the small of your back. "I think it's time for us to leave." "Yeah," you reply, putting down your glass. "We should." "Do you want to say goodbye?" You scan the room with disinterest. You barely talked to anyone more than a few words, and to be honest, you're fine with it. Some of them have changed, and some of them haven't. A lot of them have families now, with kids, while others are busy with their jobs or with anything that interests them. Now that you've met them, you don't even remember why you were curious about their lives. "No," you tell Vinar, letting his fingers curl around yours. "We can go."

You leave the building side by side. It's already dark outside, and the parking lot is filled with your ex-classmates' cars. The city is bustling around you with people and long rows of traffic, but your attention turns back to the building behind you when a muffled thud reaches your ears. "What was that?" The demon shrugs. His posture is easy and relaxed. "Who knows." You frown at him with a new-found suspicion. "It was a strange night," you comment. Vinar grins. "It was."

now Your eyes follow him as he rounds the car to take his place behind the steering wheel. His smoky, dark scent fills your nostrils, and for a moment, you forget everything. You calm down and let yourself rest in your seat. Every tension you carried the whole night fades from your muscles. A soft sigh leaves your lips before you start speaking again. "Vinar…" "What?" he asks again. "You told me you hate them!" The tall demon, the prince of hell, the love of your life, almost sounds like a kid who knows he's in trouble but still tries to get out of it. "I'm not angry," you tell him, putting your hand on his thigh with a reassuring squeeze. The black fabric of his slacks feels soft under your palm. "But do you remember when I said I love that orc who plays in my favorite rom-com?" A grimace pulls on Vinar's face. "Yes," he grunts. "What did I tell you when you threatened to kill him?" There is a slight amusement in your voice as you watch his profile. Your gaze wanders down on the slope of his nose and the hard line of his jawline. "That it doesn't mean you would leave me for him." "Exactly! I love his talent, not the male himself." You feel like you have to remind him again. The topic of you loving others besides him and your family is still a sensitive spot. "And when I ranted about how much I hate my job?" "You said it doesn't mean you want to lose your job." The demon licks his teeth in distaste. He doesn't like this conversation. "So, do you think I wanted to ruin their night and almost put them in danger just because of some bad memories?" He grunts in answer. "No." "That's right." "Are you really not angry?" He asks, glancing at you. You squeeze the hard cords of his thigh again. "No. But let's go before they find out it was you the whole time." There is a laugh in your tone that makes his rigid posture relax. "As if they could do anything about it," the prince smirks arrogantly.

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #sweet asks #terat0philliac #demon x reader #demon x human #demon boyfriend

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.55)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Namjoon’s rut hits, and hits hard. Not all of it is pretty. Not all of it is sweet.

Tags:  Free use, Rough Fucking, Size kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Knotting, Breeding kink, lactation kink, Group sex, Copious Dirty talk, Praise, Humiliation kink, dumbification kink, Biting, Blood mention, Blood kink, messy sex, Feral! Namjoon, Creampie, cum kink, cumplay, So much cum it’s honestly gross, mommy kink, intercrural sex, briefly implied masochistic! Namjoon, collars, Trans! Tae, dysphoria mention, Jimin indirectly misgenders tae at one point (bad minnie)

W/c: 20k

A/N: Listen, i don’t want to talk about the word count. I’m so excited to stop writing smut for this series for a little bit after this chapter 😭 i’m sorry that i took a few moments to get this up! grieving a longtime friend has been a very tough experience for me but i’m getting better slowly!

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

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Chapter 55: Sugarcoat

Out of all the things you didn’t anticipate for Namjoon's rut, it's Jin getting violent.

They pull each other back and forth across the nest, grappling for control. Namjoon would never hurt Jin but his snarls make it seem like he might. Namjoon threatens to nip at jin’s throat, closing, holding onto his skin with his teeth until Jin grabs his jaw and claws at it. Raking his nails down Namjoon's throat leaving deep red lines. 

Namjoon tries to press Jin's shoulders down but Jin slaps the alpha clear across the face.

He does that several times.

You watch, nibbling on fruit, Jimin waits with the next slice in his hands completely unbothered by the volatile display in front of you. The rest of the pack doesn't pay the display of aggression any mind either.

Jin kicks at Namjoon’s thigh, gripping his hair and pulling hard enough to rip it out. Namjoon’s canines look particularly sharp in the evening light.

You’re sticky in places that you shouldn’t be sticky, sore in places you wish you weren’t sore. A no-spill mug half full of liquid next to you (an unfortunately necessary precaution that reminds you a little too much of a sippy cup to be completely unshy about it). You'd accidentally knocked Tae's cup earlier. A stain on the edge of the nest sits, red-pink violent messiness.

“Fuck- just fucking- submit” Namjoon grinds out, teeth gnashing menacingly.

“You think I’m going to bed over for a knot as pitiful as yours? Fucking joke of an alpha won’t even fuck me proper-”

You wince as Jin nearly kicks Namjoon’s cock with his next move, trying to get out from underneath the pack alpha. You can’t imagine that would garner a pleasant reaction.

Then again...maybe Namjoon likes that kind of thing a little more than you thought.

None of your packmates seem alarmed at all, even Hobi, who carries various containers of sliced fruit around the nest ducking down to offer them to anyone who might want them. Bare-chested with only his tapered track pants hanging low on his hips, nibble marks up and down his chest and arms. It's a sympathetic predicament; a mark or two peaks out from under your collar too. Not just marks from Namjoon, but bite marks or sucked bruises from all of them too.

Nothing makes the pack want to claim each other like a rut.

"You all good here?" Hobi asks, voice soft and gravely. Jimin nods before you can, a bowl of mango and pineapple balanced between his thighs. Hobi moves on to Jungkook whose making grabby hands at the blueberries. He’s got a bit of dried cum on his cheek and you watch as Hobi produces a wet washcloth seemingly out of nowhere and blots it off.

Your heart clenches.

Jimin doesn’t notice your slightly souring scent, too busy holding onto a slippery piece of mango that he presses against your lips once he notices you’ve swallowed. 

So far, Hobi’s been staying on the opposite side of the nest from you during the rut. Whenever it's your turn to take Namjoon's knot he makes sure to look away or pretend to be sleeping. Puts his back to you in the kitchen while he fills up a water jug or rushes downstairs to check on noodle and give him some much needed tlc.

He’s good at keeping himself busy with the packmates; helping clean them up, checking Koo's cock cage (not really necessary, but it's fun to watch the omega squirm). He wipes Namjoon's cum out of Jin and Yoongi's hair. Every gross and mildly satisfying task is a decent distraction from your predicament. 

Hobi's doing a good job of not making this weird.

A really really good job.

...

That's a dirty rotten lie, Hobi is a piss poor liar. Even in the confines of his own head lying to himself never works.

The truth is his sanity is hanging on by a flimsy little thread that is sure to snap if he hears you begging for your alpha again. Or if he sees you belly down, or if you even think about trying to fluff the nest and make it perfect for Namjoon to breed you in. If you even glance in his direction. Any of it.

And Jesus Christ, the sounds you make when he's knotting you.

Cute little 'ah ah ah's and squeaks when Namjoon shoves his cock in all the way, Petting over your stomach and giggling “Can feel alpha knocking me up.” Omegaspace dumb and knotted stupid and cute and pretty in the way that-

Hobi’s getting distracted. It’s just the rut pheromones talking.

His alpha howls and claws at his chest as is. Begging Hobi to keep watch and do something awful like hold you while Namjoon fucks you or worse- cuddle you from behind when you sleep. Or do something even more embarrassing like kiss your forehead and tell you you’re doing a good job.

See? Absolutely ridiculous. Everything Hobi's instincts want is absolutely ridiculous.

(Namjoon and Jin might wrestle a little during Namjoon’s rut, but Hobi has a harder battle to to fight)

Coming Saturday July 1st, at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below) 

#bts omegaverse au #bts a/b/o #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts polyamory au #bts au #bts fluff #bts hurt/comfort #bts werewolf au #bts angst bts omegaverse fic #bts hybrid fic #min yoongi fic #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #park jimin fic #jeon jungkook fic #jjk #pjm #myg #knj #kth #ksj #jhs #jung hoseok fic #min yoongi x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Nobody Messes With My Girl: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 730

Request: May I request an imagine with Eddie, where the reader is Eddie's girlfriend and gets bullied by Jason and maybe Jason gets physical with her leaving bruises and touches her inappropriately and dosent tell Eddie so Eddie finds out on his own and is furious??? Pleasee 

You had just finished closing up the store for the night when you saw Jason's car sitting in the parking lot and didn't think anything of it until you heard him start showing insults at you which was normal because you were probably the only girl at Hawkins who didn't fall for his stupid ass wishing Eddie would have been able to pick up but at last his van was in the shop getting worked on.

"Hey! I'm talking to you slut!" He said walking up and grabbing your wrist.

"Who the hell do you think you are grabbing on me like that?" You said turning and backhanding as hard as you could.

"Stupid ass bitch." He said punching you knocking you to the ground making you groan as you wiped the blood from your nose.

"You hit like bitch Jason." You said looking at him.

"Hold her down." Jason said to the rest of the team who looked at him confused.

"Jason.." One of them tried to say but Jason cut him off.

"See how funny you think it is now." He said kicking you repeatedly before climbing on top of you making you panic at what he was about to do.

"Jason come on your going a little far now." Another member pleaded with Jason as his hand crept slowly up your shirt.

"You're a pig an absolute pig." You squirmed underneath him as his hand reached your bra.

"Man Eddie is such a lucky man." He said groping your breasts as you kept trying to get away from him.

"What the hell is going on here?" You heard what sounded like Steve causing everyone to run off as you lay there crying.

Steve walked up and helped you into his car and took you home where he helped get cleaned up as you told him what happened with tears streaming down your face and made him promise not to tell Eddie knowing he would blame himself.

"You can't keep this from him. He deserves to know." He pleaded with you but agreed.

Now since that incident, Eddie had noticed your injuries immediately but you dismissed them as tripping and falling, but he also noticed how distant you had become, how jumpy you were anytime he touched you which made him worry he did something to you. So after school, he went to talk to Robin and Steve to see if they knew anything.

"I know that look. What happened?" Eddie asked them.

Eddie it's not you....It was Jason.......he um attacked y/n more than insults this time...he got physical and handsy with her and I think had I not shown up that he would've done more." Steve said as Eddie felt anger build up in him at the thought of Jason hurting you.

"Eddie I know what you are thinking but you need to go see y/n and be there for her, we already submitted the tape to the police who are going after Jason.

You were cleaning your bruises which were starting to heal when someone knock on your door making you groan as you walked the hall to answer it. You opened it and saw Eddie your boyfriend standing on the side of it.

"Jason did this?" He asked tipping your chin up so he could examine your face as you nodded feeling the tears slide down your face.

"Who told you?" You asked him.

"Steve." He said making you roll your eyes as Steve couldn't keep a secret for shit but you also thanked him for doing so.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked semi mad but also thinking about what Robin said too.

"I wanted to tell you. I really did but I also knew that you would blame yourself for what happened and I was scared so I ask steve to keep quiet. I'm sorry." You said reaching for his hand.

"Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault and I'm sorry you had to go through that, you don't deserve that and Jason is a complete prick for doing what he did." He said wrapping his arms around you.

You buried your head in his chest feeling grateful to have a boyfriend like Eddie who understood you and cared for you. While Eddie was glad to know he wasn't the reason for you pulling away and glad that you were in his once more, he thought about a way to get Jason back.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[aresrambles]

A Little Quiet

morpheus x gn!reader - fluff turned implied nsfw, fwb vibes, reader (18+) is in college, morpheus maybe a little ooc, deadlines (1203 words)

a/n: i've been wanting to write smth abt morpheus since finishing s1 but i've hit a writing block. hopefully this gets me going.

Read Part 2 Here

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"Is this what has been keeping you from me?"

You head shoots up from your desk, startled by the rumbling voice behind you. 

Your head whips around only to met with none other than the King of Dreams and Nightmares, who is seemingly peering at your laptop from over your shoulder. Your cheeks heat up at the sudden proximity between you both, before you hurriedly divert your attention back to the screen, lest he catch sight of your discomposure. In this moment, your room had never felt so confining.

"Hello, Dream." You croak, pretending to scan over that same shitty paragraph you had been stuck on for the last half hour. When he doesn't reply, you carefully continue, acutely aware of the fact that he has yet to move away from you. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't visited the Dreaming in two nights. You haven't slept at all, in three."

Oh. You had not expected the King of Dreams to have noticed your absence, let alone find you here so he could question it.  The fact of the matter was that the crunch time for this assignment had rolled around far quicker than you had anticipated, resulting in a few all-nighters and barely-there naps that you managed to sprinkle in to prevent hallucinating- though, that last part may be up for debate. Dream of the Endless has never visited you in the waking world, before.

"So now you're here?" You continue, faking casual disinterest.

He pauses at this, suddenly moving away from you. You almost wished you had kept your mouth shut if it meant that he would have remained closer for a while longer. 

"I am simply doing a welfare check. It is a... responsibility I carry."

Despite knowing your place in Dream's life, you couldn't help but deflate at his statement. Of course, he was only here to carry out his duty, nothing more. You fail to see the rigid posture that he adopted; adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat. 

"Will you be returning any time soon?" He asks somewhat sarcastically, although it feels like an accusation. Where have you been? When are you coming back?

"That's the plan. Just after I submit this stupid paper, and then I could sleep for an eternity."

Dream's fingers twitch, steel gaze redirected to your hands as they mindlessly work to fill the word-count. "An eternity." He hums under his breath, "That is a long time, even for one such as myself." You chuckle in reply to his deep grumbling behind you, and come to realise that his presence has provided you with some sort of inspiration. The words were coming naturally to your brain, flowing through you like some sort of spirit had taken over your body. You silently muse over whether this is Dream's doing, but continue with your assignment nonetheless. Wherever this was coming from, as long as you submit the damn thing and free yourself from this torment, it was fine by you.

He remains silent until the last tap of your keyboard indicates that you had sent off your work, and then swivel around in your chair to face him.

Dream stares back at you owlishly, and it's only then that you begin to process the gravity of his being in your room, perched on the edge of your tiny bed like some sort of well-trained house cat. You force yourself to keep a straight face whilst nervously speaking up, "Well, it seems that I'm done."

"Indeed."

"I can sleep now."

"You can."

Dream does not move from your bed, infact he does not move at all, simply eyeing you as you awkwardly clamber around him and settle down on top of the sheets. You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as your head hits the pillow, every joint in your body beginning to voice its previous discomfort. The Lord of Dreams simply readjusts his position so that he sits parallel, next to you, making no move to leave.

"Sleep. I will see you soon." He murmurs, eyes not meeting your gaze. You feel the dulcet tones of his voice rumble in your bones, and before you know it, you have succumbed to the seductive call of slumber.

When you awaken, you realise your floral cotton sheets had been traded for a more sophisticated black satin, the bedding seeming to go on for what felt like miles. The sheets wrapped you in a soft cocoon, providing an excellent shelter of warmth and quiet, even in a realm as fantastical as the Dreaming. Despite the dark, gloomy interior of the chamber, it did not feel unwelcoming. Infact, rather the opposite. 

"I find it quite ironic that one who never sleeps would require such an extravagant bedroom." You murmur, turning over to meet his gaze.

Morpheus looks at you in an expression that remains unreadable, bringing his fingers up to skim your cheek. "Welcome back." He utters in a husky whisper, and it's only then that you become aware of how silent it is here. No white noise from your deskfan, no annoying keyboard clicking, no bed creaking under your weight. Just your combined breaths, and perhaps your rapid heartbeat.

His hair is a sultry mess of charcoal, wild and stark against his skin.

His skin.

Porcelain and gauzy, you had never laid eyes on something so touchable and sheer with streaks of desire. Intense eyes, haughtily good-looking, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

"Do not deprive me of yourself." He commands, casting a soft echo across the chamber, though it is not harsh. "Do not punish yourself by taking leave of this place," Morpheus brings his lips close to yours, barely skimming against them before hovering just left of them. "Do not put such meaningless tasks before me." Goosebumps prick at your skin as you stare at his lips move, aching to close the gap. Every cell in your body was chanting his name, begging for it even. "Do I make myself clear?"

You can only nod, hypnotised by his every movement.

He's tying you down, smiling like a panther in the dim lighting but you cannot see past his pupils; eyes sleek like two pebbles places upon his face.

"Magnificent, you are magnificent." He's fumbling, hot breath tickling your ear. His saliva is said to have contained medicinal properties: numbing. 

You are unable to believe the tales as it seems your skin is scalding; nothing short of aluminium reacting with bromine. How a man who seems so pale and cold, can radiate such a searing heat is beyond you.

You think back to the example of your lab professor had performed back in your last year of high school. She had just burned her index finger and- Agh! Morpheus burns your neck in a similar fashion.

"You are... distracted." He hums. 

"If I don't focus on something else other than what you're doing to me right now, I'm scared I'll combust." He huffs through his nose at this, and you at first think it is annoyance. You are unable to see the smirk that graces his lips as he brings them back down to your neck, before moving them against your skin in languid motions. 

"It matters not. I will retain your attention through ways of my own."

#the sandman #sandman x reader #sandman x y/n #morpheus #lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #sandman netflix #x reader #ares rambles

[feizon]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

warnings: none - !sfw

summary: y/n is a volleyball star who's teammate happens to be obsessed with a certain team's striker. For her friends birthday, she decides to get her a signed jersey but ends up trending because of a specific "encounter".

note: fem!reader x nagi seishiro / (f/v) = favorite vehicle / not proofread

'I can't believe I'm fucking doing this...'

Yet here I was, driving myself in my (F/V) to a football stadium which I swore I would never step foot in since the age of 12.

Despite my better judgement, I didn't really have a choice since I already had a #11 football jersey that need to be signed and a bought ticket which is probably worth my rent right now. I wish I was joking.

"Holy crap- there's barely any parking."

I step out of my vehicle with my (F/C) sweatshirt, sunglasses and black biker shorts as well as my (F/C) sneakers to match. My hood and sunglasses where on to hide as much of my identity as possible, the last thing I need was my face trending all over twitter about me going to a football stadium despite my open dislike for the sport.

I walk in, submit my ticket, enter the actual stadium and finally take my seat in the best row possible. The jersey was in my leather, black backpack which had a volley ball charm and random cartoon character keychains and stickers all over it from carnival prizes. I sit with my arms crossed as I wait for the players to make their entrance. A large cup of (F/D) and a bucket of popcorn by my side to numb my misery for the next 90 mins, it's not like I hate the sport with every fibre of my being, It's actually the fans. If you ask me basketball is definitely superior, second to volleyball, but that's not a conversation people will ever be ready to talk about.

The football players start to walk into he field as the stadium gets noisier by the second. People cheering and chanting as I simply sit down and munch on my buttered popcorn.

'Thank goodness that these people aren't in my line of vision.'

Amongst the teams fileing in, I notice a tall (like really tall) white haired man make their way onto the pitch. I lift my sunglass up slightly and narrow my eyes just to make sure I'm seeing things clearly. He has large gray eyes that you would expect to be full of expression but hold literally not a hint of interest in them. I look down at his uniform and notice the #11 written in large on the back of his jersey, my mouth drops as I realize that my friend might actually be on to something.

"He's actually beautiful, wtf."

I mumble low enough so no one else could here. I quickly snap out of my trance as the voices of the crowd screaming snap me back to reality. A sudden pit of nervousness could be felt in my stomach as my eyes continue to follow his every move. For a split second, I notice him looking towards my direction as I pull the drawstrings of my hoodie to hide myself from embarrassment.

'Ok.. so maybe this might be A LOT harder to do than I thought. Should of just bought a signed jersey on Amazon.'

The match finally ends with the screaming of fans from my side of the stadium as the counter finally hits 90:00. My mouth dropped, TO. THE. GROUND. As I try to process wtf just happened. A specific athlete managed to score the winning goal within the last 3 min, made 4 goals beforehand and manages to look as if what he did was normal. Anyone could tell that I was visibly shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins simply by watching.

'THAT WAS SO- THAT WAS SO-'

I didn't know if it was my speechlessness or the running of a bunch of fans, trying to get a closer look at the winning team, that caused me to stutter so much. I blink a few times before I grab all my things and run just as quickly as them towards the same direction. The set up was like the one you would see in concerts, silver railing that reached just above my torso and many others to prevent fans from getting any closer.

I quickly grab the jersey from the safety of my backpack as I noticed a specific player about to enter my line of sight.

'I will get this signature, EVEN IF ITS KILLS ME!!'

But as if my motivation was some sort of sin, one of the many fans begins to constantly nudge me in the shoulder with her elbow as another does the same on the other side of where I stood. I lightly curse to myself as I begin to nudge them back. The nudging escalated until I was shoved forward harshly, causing the cheap railing to break, my hood and glasses falling off in the process as well. I close my eyes shut as I await to be greeted by the cold, hard floor. But to my surprise, (probably not yours lol) I don't. And it scares the shit out of me more.

I quickly cling to the piece of fabric shielding my face from a very toned chest as I feel a gentle set of arms wrap around my shoulders. I internally shudder at the sudden context as I mentally curse myself out, the grip on the jersey long gone as I finally find the courage to look up at the person who saved me from becoming the next meme of the month.

I'm met with a pair of gorgeous grey eyes, opened wide probably because of the sudden reveal of my identity or the quality of the railing.

'Kill me now.'

I give him a nervous close-eyed smile as his eyes casts over to the now wrinkled #11 jersey on the floor, his brows furrowed in the process.

"Haha, you wouldn't mind signing that right? It for a friend yk..."

@feizon

#nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x you #fem reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #nagi fluff #fluff #nagi x y/n

[albed-hoe]

RAHHH i’m back 👹👹👹

today i made the subconcious decision to pull for c1 hutao with my 30 saved wishes for furina and genuinely cannot tell if i’m upset abt it or not (i have so many unbuilt 5 stars it’s TERRIBLE i cannot afford to add her to my collection 😭.)

BUT IM NOT HERE TO RANT YOUR EAR OFF!

i’m here to deliver that lynette version you oh so requested 😘

NOTE: IK YOU LEGIT JUST GOT BACK INTO WRITING SO DONT FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE THIS ASAP JUST LET IT SIT UNTIL YOU FEEL UR CREATIVE MIND JUICES FLOWING AND TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF 👹👹👹👹

but yes, i thought while it’s fresh in my mind i’ll submit this entry to you for when you feel like writing this specific prompt 😁

SO without further adieu,

FOUND FAMILY /w COMFORT PT 2: so this is following a similar path to my freminet one. basically m!reader decided to take a peaceful walk around the court of fontaine with freminet (it can be a continuation of the first part or a completely seperate writing piece, up to you!) and on the way they run into lynette. ofc they invite her along and ask why she isn’t with her brother, and she explains how he’s off with the traveller on some errands.

they all decide to sit down to have some tea & sweets and m!reader offers to order (bc freminet is a lil shy and lynette jus isn’t a people gal), so freminet goes to sit at a table & lynette stands in line to wait for the order after m!reader has finished paying (once again, lyney scored bae material 😍).

after m!reader sits down with freminet and starts a lil conversation abt what he found diving a few days ago, he notices lynette getting hit on by some random dude. she’s visibly uncomfortable and attempting to move away from this man but he is PERSISTENT (not physically touching her but he’s pretty pushy)

ofc, m!reader isn’t gonna tolerate this vile behaviour towards his future sister-in-law, so he goes up to the man and creates distance between the two and (not so kindly) tells the dude to fuck off. creepo notices the vision on our person (idm what element 🫶🏻) and quickly scurries off.

m!reader verbally assures lynette (he’s wary of making her uncomfortable by hugging her bc ifykyk) that he won’t let anything happen to her whilst he’s around and lynette gives a lil smile (FJAKFKWKFKQ I LOVE THE TRIO SM 😭)

eventually the tea & cakes come and freminet runs up to lynette worried abt her, but she jus reassures him that she’s okay and they enjoy a peaceful afternoon snack together <33

later on m!reader gets a knock on his door, only to open it and find a teary eyed lyney with a massive fuckin bouquet. ofc we’re in shock, but before we question everything he chucks them on the floor of our house and gives us a massive hug, thanking us once again for looking out so much for his family (with lynette’s heartbreaking backstory i just know something like this would freak lyney tf out). we just hug him back and say how his family is our family and how he loves lyney’s siblings like his own (fixing my family issues w this request for real 😔) and i’m lyney is 100% planning their marriage once more in his head 😭.



Found Family (Lynette ver.)

Characters: Freminet, Lynette & Lyney x GN!Reader (no mention of gender, but reader is putting ring on Lyney's finger in daydream at the end)

Summary: Lynette is attacked by a creep, but Lyney's future husband/partner comes to the rescue!

Warnings: Creep attacking Lynette, fluff, silly little Lyney at the end

Word count: 674

A/n: Okayyy I have an ask from over a year ago about reader’s first time with Kazuha and I wanna write that so bad?? Do you guys want that too?👀 (This is not a continuation of the Freminet ver.)

The streets of the Court of Fontaine were busy as a usual weekend afternoon would make them. You were walking around, observing the different food stalls and stores with Freminet trailing you. The boy was looking around at different things that interested him, tugging on your sleeve to show you items from time to time. (HELP HE’S SO ADORABLE) Suddenly, you spotted a familiar whisp of hair in the distance. You take Freminet’s hand and pull him to catch up with the other person.

“Lynette!” You call out to the boy’s sister, catching her attention. She turns around and gives you a nod in greeting. “Hello, [Y/N].” She ruffles her brother’s hair to greet him, as she usually would.

Lynette had a good feeling about you as soon as Lyney had introduced you to her. She had a knack for being able to ‘detect’ someone’s intentions and from day one, she was sure you were a good person. Normally she would keep her guard up and try to protect her brothers from people who would try to take advantage of them, but… You were different. She approved of you.

You invite them both for some tea and sweets at a smaller café, bringing them over to find a table. You ask them what they both want and head over to place the order at the counter. As you finish telling the server the orders and paying, you return to the table and sit with Freminet, striking up light conversation. When you turn to the lineup to see where Lynette is, you find a man getting quite close to her. You knew she was not a fan of social interactions, so it was a little odd to see someone acting so familiar with the girl while she was looking nervous. Something about his mannerisms was getting to you, but you could not quite figure out what it was until he touched her upper arm. The sudden disrespect towards your (future) sister-in-law prompts you to walk up to the two, and you grab the man’s arm holding on hard enough to make him let go.

“Kindly leave, before I make you.” You say, with a sarcastic smile on your face. Lynette is standing behind a hand resting on the area the man had been grabbing. He laughs in disbelief and scoffs.

“Or what? She obviously wants me.” Lynette turns away in disgust to wait at the counter for the order. Your vision glows and your grip strengthens.

“Or you’ll regret it.” An expression of fear settles on his face as he sees the anger in your eyes. You let his arm go and he turns around and leaves without saying another word. You turn back to Lynette, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“You okay?” You ask her. She nods and you both take the order and join Freminet at the table.

The tea and sweets get gobbled up and the three of you make your way back to the siblings’ home after finishing up. You say your goodbyes and you part ways with them, heading back to your small apartment.

A few hours later, a knock is heard at the door. You open it to see Lyney holding a massive bouquet with tears in his eyes. Before you can question him, he drops the bouquet on the ground and throws himself in your arms.

“Thank you so much for taking care of my siblings!!” He says into your neck, your arms coming to wrap around his back after you recover from your shock.

After a few moments, you pull him away from you and set your hands on both his shoulders.

“Your family is mine, Lyney. You entrusted your siblings with me, so I cared for them.” His eyes water up again and he hugs you even harder than the first time. As he cries into your shoulder, his mind keeps replaying a scene of you slipping a ring over his finger to tie the knot between you both forever.

Not 100% proud of this one but eh :/

#genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #lyney x reader #lyney x gn reader #lyney x y/n #lynett x reader #lynette x gn reader #lynette x y/n #freminet x reader #freminet x gn reader #freminet x y/n

[dirtythirtyfest]

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Harry's friends hire him a stripper for his birthday party!! Louis shows up in a sexy fireman uniform and sets Harry's heart alight.

Harry gets a virtual reality experience for his birthday and decides to experience what it's like to be pregnant

There's no better time to ask to get pissed on than your dirty thirtieth birthday, is there?

Harry only has one wish for his birthday, to get his boys back together for one last orgy before he turns 30. Just like they used to have back in the day.

Harry and Louis are flight attendants and FWB. Harry is keeping quiet about his birthday because he doesn't want to run the risk of being disappointed by Louis not making a fuss. At midnight local time, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, he turns thirty. Louis remembered, and does indeed want to make a fuss (in the relative privacy of the bathroom).

Just once, Harry would like to be able to go to a sex party without being recognized. He gets his wish. How this happens and what he does there is up to the author.

Harry's birthday request is to come so many times he forgets his own name. His friends help him get there. (A dark fic would be great, as would a fun, sexy, consensual orgy fic)

Harry spends the day leading up to his surprise party dropping increasingly passive aggressive hints, thinking that his boyfriend Louis has actually forgotten his birthday!

Omegaverse: Harry finds a way to sync his heat/rut to his mate's so that they can bond on his birthday. Non-traditional pairings (A/A, O/O, or any pack combo) are ok.

Harry's boyfriend finds his secret stash of lingerie/niche sex toys/highly specific porn and plans a birthday surprise

a/b/o universe, omega harry gets a birthday gift from friends which is an all paid luxury cruise for him to really start his 30’s off right, (would love a knows he’s sexy and maybe a little sassy ) harry who meets (very Alpha and super sexy louis (a bonus point if it’s the peaky blinders haircut louis goddd) ) and they just hit it off immediately and the attraction is so insane and somehow gives him the best fucking of his life for his birthday/whole time they’re on the cruise like i’m thinking harry riding louis but only using the motion of the BOAT come onnnnnn anyway harry having the best sex of his life those 2 weeks for his birthday is the end goal here lol

harry’s 30th bday he goes to a strip club where he gets to save a horse by riding cowboy louis :’)))))) after niall is like HEY ITS MY FRIENDS BDAY HAHA , first just simulated onstage but then they meet up later after cuz WHY NOT yolo harry thinks and that guy had a huge dick (confirmed lol) to do the real thing and harry gets to ride louis’s dick into the sunset, after having wonderful filthy birthday sex of course! some major harry appreciation pls :)

it’s secretary harry’s birthday, he woke up feeling fucking great and is ready for the start of his day! he goes into work, always dresses very free you know, and today decides to wear the slutty gucci skirt (YOU KNOW THE ONE) and his silver fox boss louis takes IMMEDIATE notice and like they’ve always had this tension right but the two are nothing but professional! just flirty enough you know >:) but all hell breaks loose this day and then louis gives harry the best birthday of his life, im talking 30 spanks, im talking about harry being bent over the desk getting fucked so hard it might break and THEN im talking pearl necklace (but then also a real one after the whole thing as a real present to match the sexy one louis just gave him shiftosnfoee and sure they fall in love)

shy harry trying to step into his sexiness and accepting himself decides to have a lil photo shoot done for his 30th birthday and enlists best friend louis (or zayn ehehe) to help him out and said helper is like yeah why not??? NOT KNOWING harry plans to have a very Sexy photo shoot with plenty of skirts and heels and lingerie and glitter and are those handcuffs??? clearly they didn’t know what they were getting into but ALRIGHT and harry just really like embraces the being sexy SO sexy and harry just does everything he’s directed to do and it’s so hot that after they’re done they have some of the best sex of harry’s life as he deserves lmao

Harry's 30th birthday wish is to be turned into a vampire, and it comes true :) also this means vampire sex! (girl direction would be amazing but anything is ok)

Harry visits a glory hole and gets to experience it from both sides

girl direction: 30 birthday spankings? too boring! Harry decides to gather 30 of her closest friends and have them unleash their wildest kinks and fetishes on her. go WILD, please-- no holds barred.

sub h x dom louis trying 30 new things in the leadup to his birthday or on the day of his bday things like new positions, new toys, nipple play,lingerie

Harry attends an orgy and shyly admits to a guy who hits on him that it's his birthday, and that he wants to be used by multiple partners. The guy grins and asks if Harry knows what that's called, and tells him he's a pass around party bottom. (Inspired by Andy Cohen calling Anderson Cooper on NYE.) Then he makes it happen for Harry.

something based on the fire hydrant shirt harry has worn..

harrys birthday show louis had wrecked him the morning of and left him very sensitive for the show the tassels keep brushing his sore nipples and butt plug making it hard to dance performs medicine very slutty rest up to author

girl direction for her birthday, harry asks louis to wreck her and specifically asks to make her squirt for the first time

#1dficfests #dirtythirtyfest #fic prompts #signal boost #some of these would make AMAZING art prompts just saying!!

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 6

Spotify playlist:

Authors notes:

I'm finally finished with school for the break so I should be updating a little quicker over the next 2 weeks.

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 3265

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Is this something we are meant to do?” “Fuck it.”

“Okay, so, we submit this on Monday and we still have four scenes to analyse and then two exam questions to go through.” Matt mumbles as he places his back down next to me in the library and unsheathes a load of sheets, more are crumpled than ones that aren’t. The amount of them excelling the more meetings we had after school.

“We can get that done in a weekend, right?” My voice tainted with uncertainty. I had got to the library fifteen minutes before him so all my work was already displayed out in front of me with scribbles of different coloured pen one each of them.

“right.”

We were a little bit behind in our project since the majority of our meetups end in us just talking about random things or playing music with our home equipment. I would borrow Chris’s old guitars which was covered in a metallic red with black strings. The picks he bought matched perfectly dividing the red and black shades with lines of silver. Matt’s drumkit was similar to the school’s own designs yet on the base drum was the name ‘sturniolo’ in a faded midnight blue. Each drum fastened with the same blue wrapped around them. He had custom drum sticks too, fading from the original beige wood to a dyed neon-blue. The vibrancy capturing my attention every time, I bet he knew that to with the amount he’d smirk at me when he noticed me staring.

It's why we planned on staying in the library to finish the project, hopefully none of us get distracted. That’s if Matt stopped tapping his pen on the table.

“Matt.” My tone is stern as I frown still facing the pages of my book. He was too distracted in his ‘mini-concert’ that I grabbed his wrist firmly, which made his pen fall out his hand and onto the wooden desk below him.

He stammers a little as I glare at him and raise an eyebrow at him.

“The fuck did I do?”

“If you keep tapping that fucking pen on the desk, I will snap it in half.” I hold eye contact until I’m finished speaking and I let go of his wrist, watching his circulation fade back.

“And yet, you can do it all the time.” He smirks at me again and I retort by scoffing.

“When I’m in class and have nothing to do…you haven’t written anything for 10 minutes.”

“Normally by now we are playing music at our houses, this is a long ass day and this is only making it longer.” A sigh escapes my lips and I drop my pen, lean back for a moment and fold my arms loosely across my chest.

“Okay. If you work with me until six, I’ll buy you lunch all of next week.”

“Ain’t no way, you aren’t serious.”

“And you can get whatever you wish, no matter the cost, doesn’t even have to the food on campus.” I interject him by cutting him off and leaning closer over the table.

“Fine. Deal.” He holds out his hand in front of me and I look up at him with a blank expression.

“What are we, in 6th grade? I’m not shaking your hand.” I roll my eyes to him to just pick up my pen and start writing again.

“Damn, you’re no fun.”

“No…I just happened to hit puberty.” I click my tongue inside my mouth

I feel his glare on me before he continues to work on the papers in front of him. I take out my small white case and take out one of my headphones and pick up my phone to play some music in to them. I don’t bother checking what playlist I click on and immediately blast heavy dubstep into my ears, loud enough to make Matt pay attention to me again and giggle when I jump from the volume. I spam the volume control and turn it down rapidly until I can tolerate it. Matt immediately looks away from me, trying not to laugh when I hold my gaze on him for a few seconds.

-

“Is it nearly six, Alyia. My hand is fucking cramping up.” Matt whines for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“Like I said two minutes ago, no. Besides you have yet to finish of that question and it’s been nearly thirty minutes.”

“I don’t understand how you’ve been writing for that long without taking a break.”

“I want to get this finished; I don’t exactly want all this effort to go down the drain. I’ve stayed up too many nights for this.”

“Really…?” His voice filled with concern as his smirk and joke-filled demeanour faded quickly.

“What.”

“I would’ve done more of you asked me to…you didn’t have to stay up for any of it.” I interject him before he can continue

“Matt. I have more time than you, the project’s getting done. Does it really matter?” I look up to him, dropping my pen for the first time in a while.

“Of course it matters, you need sleep Alyia.”

“I also need this project done.” He sighs and rolls his eyes at me, returning the glares I’ve been giving him all night.

“Promise me you’ll relax after the project is due and let me finish off the last two questions.”

“You really like your promises, huh?” My page fills the silence as it crumples, getting caught on itself, making me purse my lips as I try to fix it before continuing to write.

“Alyia.” He grabs the pen out my hand and places it far from my reach and I narrow my eyes at him again. “I mean that, let me handle the rest of it and get some rest. Please.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I’ll sleep appropriately, fine, but I’m writing the last question. You can happily take the other one if you so desire.”

“Thank you. I’m not having your sleep decrease because you don’t want to ask for help.” His words make me raise my voice at him.

“What do you mean by that.”

“I don’t recall me stuttering. You have been sacrificing your sleep because you didn’t want to ask me to do a little more work.” He leans in to me, as if he is mocking me and I scoff.

“Not true.” My words mumble, subconsciously knowing he is right.

“Whatever, look it has gone six now, c’mon. We can work on this later on.” He shuffles papers together and stuffs them into his bag, lacking organisation which makes me stare at his back with a slightly shocked expression.

I follow his actions, however, and with a heavy sigh I put all my work in a pile, putting the sheets in between two books to keep them straight.

“You want to hang out later or something?” He slings his backpack over his shoulder and looks back at me.

“Hang out, me and you somewhere. I would recommend my place but Nick is there with Chris and Madi.”

“I know a place we could go if you want? I haven’t been there in a while so I don’t know how overgrown it is.”

“Wait wait. Did you say overgrown, what kind of fucking place is this.” Matt waits for me to catch-up to him and I walk slightly faster so he doesn’t have to wait so long.

“Amery Grove? There is a line of old houses at the back that people kind of forgot about, maybe like twenty years ago? I’m not sure.” Matt gaze falls to me as I start to ramble, simply listening to my words.

“Well, anyway, about two years ago a few of my friends and I decided to fix a few of them up during the summer. We didn’t decorate or anything but we cleaned old furniture and threw out what we didn’t need. While it wasn’t the prettiest, we hung out there a lot.”

“So, you just went to abandoned buildings and fixed them?” He keeps walking and opens doors in front of me as I keep talking. When he does, I quickly walk through them and turn to face Matt, proceeding to talk with my hands.

“Yeah, it was fun, even if our skills were mediocre, it made for good hangouts and a few parties.”

“You go to parties?” He gives me a side eye and I roll my eyes in response.

“Not as much anymore, I went when I had more friends to talk to and less schoolwork on my back. Maybe at some point…”

-

“Cmon you are slow” I drag out my words and groan as I get more excited, wanting to jump up and down to reduce the amount of energy but instead I shake my hands around.

“Jesus Alyia, I’m just putting our bags in here, I’m not carrying all of this across the Grove.” He arranges the bags in the back seats like some real-life game of Tetris. After another minute or so he finally shuts the car door and locks it.

“Okay I’m done, let’s go.” He puts his keys back by his belt and returns to my side.

“I haven’t been here in a while, so no promises on how clean it’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He smiles at me briefly before focusing on walking through some reasonably tall grass.

The trail I normally use is more overgrown than what I used to walk through so as we walk, we use old trees to climb past different areas and our feet to stamp on brambles and stinging nettles. It is pitch-black outside by this point so we are using our phone’s flashlights to guide our way through the trail. Leaves hang down from nearby trees and I start to wish I brought my jacket with me.

I place my feet onto a tree stump and try to climb over a fallen branch, but when my weight switches feet, I slip on some moss and fall backwards from the stump. My phone drops from my hand and the flashlight goes into my eyes, making me close them. I place my hands back to support myself for when I hit the floor but I never do. Instead, a tight grip snakes around to the side my waist and upper back, slowly pushing my body back to stand straight.

“Woah woah, are you alright…” I open my eyes to see Matt looking down at me with concerned eyes. I can barely make it out since he dropped his phone and its flashlight instantly to catch me. His chain dangles above my face and once I stand up properly, he uses one of his hands to push his hair back, keeping the other on my waist.

“Uh huh…” I regain my focus and brush myself off and pick up our phones from the damp grass. “Thanks”

“Of course,” He takes his phone back, brushing off the debris, continuing to walk ahead of me and over the branch I just slipped on. “You need to be more careful, sweetheart.”

It’s that fucking nickname again.

-

“Here we are!” I run ahead of Matt and smile bright at the few houses on a quiet lit up street.

“Its still the same…” I smile to myself, remembering how I used to run around here.

“Yeah? I think it looks fucking awesome.” He circles around me looking at the few houses, clearly seeing a difference between the ones I fixed up and the ones I left.

“Really?”

“Really. Y’know…maybe one day we could fix one up?” I turn my head a little too quickly to face him, who was already smiling at me.

“You wanna? Like, for real?” He simply nods to me before walking off to look at one of the houses closest to us.

I run to catch up to him again and I grab his wrist to show him inside one of the houses. The inside walls occasionally spotted with carvings of names and dates, ripping through worn out wallpaper. Unfinished projects left abandoned, mostly within the kitchen. I pick up an old and now rusted hammer and spin it around in my hands, recalling the last use of it going towards a leg of an old chair that lay on its side next to it. A bittersweet smile covers my face the more I venture the house, with Matt always following right behind, dragging his fingers across old cabinets and cupboards.

“you guys did so much work in here…” He picks up old projects that remain unfinished and analyze them one by one, awe showing within his eyes. “Why did you ever stop this?”

“We stopped being as close I guess...nothing personal to one another, just different schools and points in our lives. I still have contact but no one really talks as much anymore.” I quiet my voice and sit down on one of the chairs and put down the hammer.

“None of us ever took that personally, we just drifted. Miss it all like hell though.”

Matt stays quiet for a moment, just looking at me with slight pity.

“That’s a shame, especially since nothing even happened that you could’ve changed.” The distance between us closes as I stand up again but I simply keep walking towards the bottom of the stairs before I slowly walk up them.

Matt pov:

I follow her up the stairs, stepping where she did in case any areas are weak enough to break, but once I put that focus into the decor upstairs, I stand still. The upstairs was so much nicer, covered in intact wallpaper and furniture that made it seem like someone actually lived there. More carvings were decorating the walls and less tools were on the floors. I take in more of what’s around me, admiring the hard work.

Hearing the stories about her old friends make me smile but also makes me wonder why she is more closed off to people now.

We start to wonder around the different areas that she decorated and I admire the craftsmanship and efforts they put in to it.

“We can chill up here if you want?” Alyia points to a balcony that is guarded by a wooden fence, a few old chairs are stacked up and leant against the glass door and I walk through.

“Can I ask why you took me here, not that I hate it or anything. Just…if this place reminds you of your friends, why bring me here.” Alyia’s face falters slightly and I feel bad for bringing them up.

“This place has many memories but I feel stuck whenever I come here, and I love this place. I don’t want to come back here and feel self-pity when I see those carvings on the walls.”

“I meant it by the way.”

“Meant what Matt?” I look up at her before looking over the edge and down onto the weakly lit street.

“Fixing a place up with you, could be fun.” I smile at her before looking back over the edge and laying my arms on the wooden fence, trying not to apply a lot of weight onto it.

“I have no idea if any of the lighting still works properly, a few faulty lights here and there but nothing major enough to set anything up properl-“

“So? We have already walked through here in the dark easily enough, besides we don’t have to come here only at night.”

I turn back to look inside the house but my vision is slightly impaired from looking at the street lights too long. I change my point of view and glance down to my phone to check the time.

9:24pm

“Shit, it’s kind of late, do you parents want you back at a certain time?” I message Chris and Nick an apology after seeing the copious number of texts and missed calls.

“Uhm no, I can be back whenever” She trails off and I remember the phone call she had at my place.

“Oh…is she not home again?” I receive a small nod in return.

“You can stay over if you want to?”

“No, it’s okay I have things to do anyway…” She avoids eye-contact with me but I try not to question anything

“Alright then, should we head back, I’m being attacked by Nick so much” I see her smile as I finish speaking and just stands up and starts to walk back to the stairs.

-

“Just here, okay?” I turn the wheel and look through my window for any parking on the edge of the road.

“Yeah, this is perfect, thanks again” She thanks me for the millionth time tonight.

“Kid, I’ve already said it’s okay to drive you places.” I finish parking which makes the car tilt slightly as it reaches over the curb.

“Goodnight Matt.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

The drive back to my place was quite bleak, even when I turned aux on, none of the songs fit the mood I was in. Whatever that mood was. I just focused on the road ahead and the way the lights shone through my windshield and lit up areas in my car like a mini disco. I sigh when I hit another red light and pull the cable from my phone and I resort to the radio music. It immediately blares and I turn it down quickly to a volume quiet enough for some background audio.

I should hate you – Gracie Abrams

It was already half way through the song but I let it play none-the-less, letting the calm guitar fill the car. The quiet and soft vocals relaxed me and I was able to take a deep breath that didn’t result from frustration.

I notice the song fading out just as I pull into the road that I live on so I turn the radio off completely as to not ruin my mood, but as soon as I step inside it gets dampened anyway.

“Oh my God, Matt. Where were you!” I drop my keys into a small bowl and I instantly get bombarded by Nick’s concerned voice.

“Out.”

“Out? Is that all you have to say. You said you were revising the project until six and then you would be home. It is nearly half ten and this is the first we have heard from you!” he starts to exclaim and honestly, I can’t blame him for the way he is acting

“I went somewhere with Alyia…that’s all. I guess we lost track of time.” I mumble quietly, knowing I’m in the wrong but I’m not going to apologize for having a good time.

“I’m not saying you can’t hang out with people, just let us know, okay? It could be three am for all I care but as long as I have some form of communication. You had us worried…” Nick takes a deep breath and looks down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something…Where is Chris?” I try and change the subject to lessen the amount I get yelled at.

“He’s asleep upstairs, he wanted to wait for you but he was exhausted after hockey so I refused to let him.”

I look up to Nick and give him a tight-lipped smile, feeling guilt twinge inside briefly.

“You better go have a shower or something, you’re covered in dirt, Matt.”

“Yeah, I will…sorry again.” Nick simply hugs me tight.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me stay up again.” He punches my arm lightly and we smile at each other.

@melliflws @axolotllover225 @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @sturniolosmind @worldlxvlys @patscorner @breeloveschris @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07

#sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

[kitashousewife]

worth celebrating

an: clearly this is inspired by my life so enjoy my self indulgence

pairing: timeskip!osamu x fem!reader

warnings: food/eating mentions, alcohol mentions, melodramatic angst but v v v fluffy

wc: 2.1k

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submitted! final.doc at 6:58 pm

you blink. once. three times. that's it.

the feeling hits you slowly, then all at once. after some long years, your degree is finally complete. no more assignments, no more late-night studying sessions, no more exams, readings, or papers. it's overwhelming, really. you message everyone close to you with the news, basking in the warm wishes you recieve.

an emptiness sinks in soon after.

eyes trained on the now dimming computer screen, you begin to feel a little upset. everything you've worked so hard for, over in an instant. you're proud, so proud of what you've accomplished. but what now? newfound anxiety of the unknown settles over you, sinking into your bones. the weight of it all keeps you in your seat.

thankfully, a text from a friend pulls you out of your slight despair.

you should celebrate!!

you sigh, warm palms rubbing over your very tired eyes. you should celebrate, but how? it's past 7 pm at this point, all of your friends are preparing or taking their finals, and you're sure that you couldn't arrange something with this short of notice.

but, with that newfound anxiety comes newfound freedom. every second of free time is now yours. you have all the time in the world right now, no pesky deadlines can get in the way of that.

leaning into this new phase of life, you get yourself up and around. changing your clothes, grabbing what you need, and heading out the door. the fresh air feels incredible and new. it's almost as if each step releases some of the fear of the unknown, shaking off of your body.

"welcome to onigiri miya! sit wherever you'd like!"

the very familiar greeting is just what you need right now. your newly discovered favorite place to eat, with food you can guarantee is good, and service that's even better. thankfully, everyone must still be working on finals and such because you are the only person in the place.

that means you get a bar seat, right in front of the biggest reason you frequent this small restaurant.

"it's good to see ya! did ya need a menu?" osamu flips a small towel over his shoulder before reaching a tentative hand towards his menus. he's as handsome as ever. strong arms wrapped snugly in his plain black shirt, his onigiri miya cap snuggly on his head, and very trim torso wrapped in a well-worn black apron.

"yeah, i'll take one. might try something new," you half-joke, sipping at the water osamu gave you seconds earlier. he places the menu in front of you with a couple taps before turning around once more.

"i'll be ready for ya whenever yer ready, darlin'," his very harmless pet-name affects you, even though he's called you that many times before. settling your racing heart rate, you nod and scan over the menu.

"has it been like this all day?" you try and start a conversation, hoping the lack of customers gives you the chance to talk to osamu. the past few times you've been here, you haven't gotten more than a few words from your new friend across the bar.

"this entire week, really. i think finals are scarin' everyone off. i don't mind, though. gives me time to mess around in the kitchen." he turns around again, giving you a relaxed smile. you think that you prefer him like this. all to yourself, that is.

he feels the same. he was actually hoping he would see you this week. he knows that you're in school and must live close since you always come in on foot. he knows that you prefer your edamame to be served while you look over the menu, and that you would rather have flat water over sparkling. it may seem like a lot, but not to osamu. he wants to know more.

"have ya decided?"

you hum, giving him your order in a way that almost seems memorized. that makes him chuckle. every time you're in, you ask for a menu, only to order the exact same thing.

things are quiet for a few minutes, only the clicking of bowls and the beep from the rice cookers fill the air. your edamame shells are discarded before you know it, and your full attention is on osamu as he does what he does best.

his forearms flex with each press of the rice in his hands, fingers bending to make the perfect shape. his eyebrows pinch together in focus, as if each onigiri he forms isn't perfect every time.

"seen any good movies lately?"

you snort. "not really, i haven't had as much as a few minutes of spare time the past few weeks, which sucks."

"sounds like it. a hardworkin' gal like yerself needs to have a break once in a while, ya know. it's good for yer health, after all." he winks at you before scooping fillings, and your mouth goes dry. desperately reaching for your water, you take a couple sips before regaining composure.

"what about you, osamu? seen anything good lately yourself?"

he plates the first couple onigiri before shaking his head. his forearm reaches up to fix his cap on his hand again, gloved fingers relaxed and avoiding contact.

"nah, i've been seein' my friends and family lately. it's been fun," he chuckles. grabbing another ball of rice. "if they come in while yer here sometime, i'll be sure to introduce ya."

you smile. it's warmth settles into osamu, and he just wants to be close to you. wants to pull you in, spoil you and earn smiles like that every day.

"i'd like that. you have a twin, right?"

he rolls his eyes. something inside of him feels almost competitive, slightly worried that if he points him out in a photo or even tells you a bit about him, you won't want to talk to him anymore, pushing him aside like many have before. he thinks for a moment about saying something bad, telling you some of atsumu's flaws to keep you away. but he won't.

"i do," he starts, nodding slowly before platting two more rice balls and reaching over the bar to place them in front of you. he sighs. "he's right there actually, in that photo. i'm on the left. his name is atsumu." it's a rather simple photo, but it sits right in the middle of the photo collage near the register. it was taken on a trip the two of them took a few months back, posing in front of a statue they both thought was rather funny.

he braces for impact, waits for the he's so handsome and isn't he on that pro team? but it doesn't come.

"what does he do? does he work here with you?" you cover your mouth as you ask, swallowing the first bite of your dinner with a delighted hum. "this is perfect, by the way."

he chuckles. "he's actually a volleyball player, he plays professionally. that photo above it is us after one of his games," you glance over and nod, recognizing his twin almost immediately from images from social media. "and, i'm glad ya like it. anything for my favorite customer."

that last part slipped out. one of those moments where your thoughts are verbalized. he acts natural though, hoping you don't notice the surprised look on his face.

you don't but you can't stop thinking about what he said. you really hope he means it, though.

"are you guys close?"

"yeah, unfortunately," he derides, a chuckle following soon after. "he's my best friend. and these guys," he points to a photo near the bottom of the wall of atsumu, osamu, kita, and aran, laughing and posing next to an MSBY promotional poster. "these are my best friends. i actually buy my rice from the one in the middle, fun fact."

"that's so cool! i hope i get to meet them someday."

his chest warms at that. he feels a little more confident and less worried that you'll pass him over for his dumb brother. he clears his throat before tossing his gloves in the trash.

"i forgot to ask ya earlier; what brings ya in tonight?"

you laugh. "im celebrating, actually."

"oh, yeah?" he looks at you over his shoulder while he washes his hands. when he turns around, he's drying them off on the towel that was once on his shoulder. "what's the occasion?"

you feel shy, all of a sudden. your chapsticks tap at a loose piece of rice before you answer.

"i actually completed my degree tonight. i won't graduate unti-"

"are ya serious?" he exclaims, a wide smile covering his face. "that's amazing! that's cause for celebration, for sure! oh my gosh, do ya feel great or what?"

you laugh, a little surprised. you've talked about your studies with osamu before, but never how close you were to being finished. you feel warm, almost giddy at the excitement he's sharing with you.

"yeah, i do! it's a little weird, i don't think it's set in yet to be honest, bu-where are you going?" you give him a confused look when he starts to walk away without a word.

"i'll be right back! just wait there," he calls behind the swinging doors, and you sit up to try and catch a peak through the windows of the door. you see him walk back and forth and hear the clanging of glass before he busts through the doors once more.

"okay, continue, i'm listenin'!" his back is turned to you, but it almost sounds like he's popped a bottle of some kind.

"u-um, i was saying that i'm sure the feeling will set in soon, but i'll give it a few days," you shake your head, the excitement you felt once hitting submit hours earlier fills your senses once more. "wait, is that champagne?"

osamu walks around the bar to where you're sitting and sets down two flutes in front of you before joining you at the bar.

"yeah! i keep a few bottles on hand just in case someone is in celebratin' something. engagements, weddings, finishing college," he gives you a smirk and you could melt. now with him up close you can really take in how stunning he is. dark grey eyes with thick lashes, grey hair peaking out from his cap that looks so soft, you want to reach out and feel it between your fingertips. his soft, full lips are turned up on one side, and the faintest dimple rests in his cheek.

"see somethin' ya like?"

you sit up in your seat, before looking up at him with wide eyes.

"how about a toast?" he continues, raising his flute with his right hand. "to finishing something hard, and celebrating with the best company in the entire world." you laugh at him before clinking your glass against his.

you take a sip, swallowing with a sigh. not only is this some of the best champagne you've ever had, but you're feeling on top of the world right now.

"thank you osamu. this is really special. i don't even know how to thank you," you look up at him with a shy smile, fingers wrapped around the class. osamu's eyes watch the bubbles rise to the surface before meeting your gaze.

"don't mention it. you deserve it, i mean that. you've worked really hard and you deserve a little fun."

you take another sip before nodding.

"you're right. but i still owe you."

osamu feels a little dizzy, and it's not the champagne. it's the smell of cinnamon that's been filling his senses ever since he sat down, the sound of your laugh and the warmth of your voice is making every part of him focus on you.

"a date," he looks up at you with a grin before wiggling his eyebrows. "i'll take ya wherever ya want. i know a few good spots. whaddya say, miss graduate?"

you set your champagne down, worried the alcohol is already getting to your head. when you look up and see osamu, looking at you with hopeful eyes and taking a sip of his own, you nod.

"i'd love to."

osamu beams, tongue in cheek before standing up to clear your plate before you. the two of you turn when the chimes on the front door ring, a young couple walking in.

"welcome to onigiri miya," he calls before walking to his previous spot behind the bar.

"i'll get ya at 7 tomorrow, how does that sound? i know you've got a lot of free time now."

your heart skips a beat before you nod your head.

"can't wait."

#miya osamu x you #osamu x reader fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq imagine #osamu miya imagine #osamu x reader

[whumpzone]

remember when I said I might write some Vampire Linden?! remember?! probably not because it was fkn months ago so please just take this tiny snippet and don't hit me

cw: mention of wrist cuts

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Pet was shown to his room, upstairs. He immediately noticed that there was no lock on the door. No restraints on the bed, either. He was left wondering how Master planned to keep him in line, and the uncertainty only bred more fear.

You wouldn’t need a lock or restraints if your bloodbag couldn’t move. If it had its knees crushed again, or its sight taken, or its legs broken. You could leave it helplessly in its room, trapped with its thoughts and the constant waiting until it was time to cut it and watch it drip.

“This room is yours. I won’t come in, unless you ask me to. It’s not an invite me in thing, just so you know. It’s my own choice, because, well… this is your space. And that means you are free to open the curtains and enjoy the sunlight as much as you wish.”

Pet gasped, fully gasped like a child. Master smiled benevolently. Something about his infinite calm made him seem even more imposing. His pet was just his latest little toy, and there was no way his toy would dare act out. No way his toy would use this privilege to disobey.

“Yeah, I mean it. Sunlight is important for human happiness, and just because I can’t enjoy it, that shouldn’t mean you can’t.”

Pet was utterly thrown. He couldn’t think of any way to show his profound gratefulness other than to drop to his knees and press his head to the floor, submitting at his new Master’s feet.

The familiar act reminded him of what he should be doing right now. Something better than just falling to the ground and grovelling.

Still kneeling, he raised his arms up, wrists sky-facing and pressed together. The countless other cuts were still red and healing. Delicious. A human platter at his Master’s feet, displaying all the possible entry ways into his veins. So recently opened that the blood was lingering at the surface. His old owner had found it amusing that his body always put in the effort to heal them, to let them clot and scab and slowly close up, despite both of them knowing that they would never make it that far before the knife cleaved through him again.

. . .

Linden knew how hard this was going to be. An unfamiliar sense of urgency was gripping him. He had time, but a human lifespan only lasted so long. He needed to give this one as much life as he could. A proper life, not just as a docile bloodbag.

The poor man below him was offering up both wrists at once, and it wasn’t hard to picture how this usually went. The amount of half-open cuts was appalling, however. His past owner must have been a real brute, to not even pick one entryway and stick to it.

He noticed that the human had his eyes closed.

Fuck, he hadn’t even asked his name.

“No, I’m not going to drain you,” Linden said as softly as he possibly could. The human opened his eyes in surprise, only to narrow them warily. “I promise. Do you see a glass, or a bowl anywhere?”

He waited for the human to shake his head, then he continued.

“Exactly. That isn’t what this is. We can talk later, but for now, you really should rest. Oh, and, um, can you talk?”

The human still had his wrists up, so Linden reached out a hand and gently pushed them down. The human flinched as Linden’s stone-cold, brittle nails brushed his most vulnerable entryway. He clasped his hands together and shook his head nervously.

“That’s okay. I’m sure we can work on that too.”

#in my vampire world #biting directly into a human either kills them or turns them #you cant feed directly each time #so you have to cut the human and collect their blood that way #linden and colton #vampire linden au

[otomes-world]

@yanderewulf said: Hey, idk if the event is finished or not so I thought I would submit just in case 👉👈  I love everything you've been writing! Hope you get nothing but the best in the future :)

Thank you ☆ ～('▽^人)

yandere!Malleus Draconia x you yandere!Azul Ashengrotto

Once in Octavinelle, the first thing you mentally asked the universe is 'For what sins?'. Of all the places where you could go, fate determined you to a place where creatures worse than the devil lived, and the head was reincarnation. You swore to yourself that you would transfer as soon as the opportunity came, which, however, did not want to appear at all.

Therefore, rolling up your sleeves, you began to adjust your behavior to the general atmosphere of the dorm. In order not to stand out and at the same time not to become the one on whom everyone dumps the dirty work.

Speaking of work… Azul Ashengrotto made his students 'help' in the Monster Lounge. He paid well, but demanded such a service that an unprepared person could not even dream of, severely punishing for mistakes. Over time, you got used to this, managing to receive the promised payment. This was probably why you noticed that the head began to pay attention to you more often than he should have. More often than you would like.

It all started imperceptibly, with simple greetings and wishes for successful work. According to how Azul was proud that 'such an extraordinary person' got into his dorm. With the offer of a glass of water after cleaning. From going early and leaving the restaurant closing to others.

Meaningless actions were replaced by others, aimed more clearly, hitting more accurately.

Suggestions to visit other cafes under the pretense of looking for ideas for the Monstro Lounge. Practical and useful gifts for when you need them the most. However, your favorite flowers, which the twins carefully delivered right to the door of your room, became the top.

Such attention was suffocating, so you often ran to places that many people knew about, but few students visited. For example, the Onboro Dormitory, which was known to be inhabited by ghosts. During one of these 'walks', you met another student who was also looking for peace and quiet here. Unbeknownst to each other, you became friends. So much so that you often shared little things with him, like how your day went.

So you talked about your dream of transferring. This news, to your surprise, the new friend took very joyfully. He was not an emotional person, but after a while you learned to determine his mood by imperceptible facial movements.

"Then, Name, how about becoming part of the Diasomnia?" He asked carefully as you silently considered his words.

You didn't take his question seriously. Surely, all the students discussed at dinner which dorm they would go to if they had a choice. You reduced everything to such conversations.

"Hmm.. sounds good. I heard that good magicians go there," so you replied, not realizing that friend took them to heart.

Suddenly, the young man took your hand in his. You tried to ignore how small it was in his palm. How tall he was, and sitting so close, you felt the pressure for the first time. "Then, as the head of the Diasomnia, I will welcome you once again."

Before your eyes everything collapsed, as soon as you heard the continuation. He was the same head, one of the five strongest magicians? The thought that the strange gargoyle lover could be something more, someone more dangerous than Ashengrotto, didn't cross your mind. Looking at the young man - you didn't know more whether you could address him like that - you saw in his eyes that he expected a positive answer from you.

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I think that people who adapt Dracula prefer Van Helsing as Dracula's opposer because he's a more dynamic character. Jonathan is passive and compliant from the start. And while he does find the boxes, he's obeying Van Helsing's orders to do so. And after this he follows his lead instead of he himself leading the crew to save his wife. Van Helsing is active and leads throughout since his first appearance and vehemently reveals vampiric weaknesses so to kill Dracula. Naturally, he overshadows Jonathan (and the rest) in being the nemesis of vampirism.

Okay look I am not going to get my panties in a twist about adapting Van Helsing vs. Dracula, in my own fic I invent a lil' vampire hunting past for VH bc I mean it's fun, and it makes more sense than the book's assertation that he figured out it was vampirism as he went. And I get your point about how VH is the leader of the group, not Jonathan, and it's natural to pit leader against nemesis, but also I disagree that this naturally overshadows Jonathan.

First of all I deeply completely totally with my WHOLE ASS soul hate "Jonathan is passive and compliant from the start" bc... he's not. He's not passive he's not passive he's not passive! Not like being passive is a dirty word, Lucy and Arthur are both passive as fuck and I love them to bits- but if Jonathan were actually a passive character he never would have made it out of Dracula's castle. Being an active character doesn't mean you are always the leader, and it doesn't mean you don't listen to others and bow to their judgement from time to time. An active character, takes action within the plot of their own volition, while a more passive character waits for things to happen to them.

Jonathan is a very active character in the castle. He's not sitting around and waiting for death, he is hatching schemes and plots to get himself the fuck out, he's exploring and trying to get a sense of his surroundings, he's writing letters and trying to send them surrupticiously, he's paying attention when the Count speaks to try and see if there are clues there, he's looking for a key, he's climbing the walls to try and get into the Count's chamber, he's hitting the Count with a shovel, he's escaping. It's also important to me to notice that he is active from the beginning. Before the brides scene, when he just thinks that the Count is deeply unnatural and that he is being held prisoner he is already trying to think his way out.

I think the reason people think he's a passive character is because he is obligated to play along with the Count's act and bow to his wishes but that's just the context of his situation. You wouldn't call someone passive for following the instructions of someone holding them at gunpoint. He has to submit to the Count if he wants to live... and every chance he gets he looks for a way out.

Once he leaves the castle, it's actually the passivity that's killing him. Mina is I think more of a leader than Jonathan, but they both despise situtations where they can't take action. Mina was off the walls when she had no way to search for Jonathan, and Jonathan is just wilting and stagnating bc his mind will not allow him to accept his experiences as real, so he can't work through them. It's not passivity, it's trauma. Giving Mina the journal, instead of reading it himself, that's trauma. That's not how he acts most of the novel, its directly after a nervous breakdown.

In this Van Helsing does give him the push he needs, but it's not a "go do this" it's more of just a "you're not crazy." As soon as Jonathan feels confident again he is off doing things. Van Helsing asks him for help of course, but that's as specific as he gets. It's Jonathan who takes all the initiative to go to Whitby, come back with info, look up Thomas Snelling come back with info. I am sure in Jonathan's absence some one of the polycule would have done this task, but it's Jonathan that took the damn initiative. Not to mention the singlemindedness with which he pursues Dracula after he attacks Mina. Jonathan Harker is a team player, and he works with the polycule and takes instruction when he feels he is not the authority, but that doesn't make him passive.

Jonathan Harker is not a great leader of men, or a great man, or even a very memorable one, he is quiet and plain and his life's ambition is to earn a comfortable living and have a family- but that doesn't make him passive. At all points in the novel except for his trauma-coma time he is constantly taking initiative to try and solve his problems, he does not wait to be told what to do. That's why he's an active character.

In the novel itself he's there to take revenge and bring Dracula to justice. His rage is in my opinion more palpable than Van Helsing, who is angry certainly (I can think of a few monologues to that effect), but whose actions I would argue are more constantly rooted in a sense of duty and compassion. Jonathan is 10x more fiery than Van Helsing. All that is in the source material and it's so vivid and yet the directors Do Not See It and I don't get it. I don't get why there is the opinion that Jonathan is passive when I read the novel and he literally never was????

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[sunatooru]

hey i don’t know if im submitting this in the right spot, but i was wonder if i could ask for an emergency request. Recently i lost all my friend because of one person, and it really hurts. Even my best friend. Now when i look back i get sad because i realized how terrible of a friend they all were. They embarrassed me and shut down all my interests and made me feel ashamed for being myself. It’s just really hard with my depression, and then seeing them all have fun together without me. So i was wondering if i could get something with Osamu, Atsumu and Suna (maybe like i’m suna’s sister) and they ask whats wrong and y/n just completely breaks down. I really wish they could comfort me 🥹.

Heyy, super late sorry been going through things but I hope you like this x

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Warnings: mentions losing friends and not being treated right

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Osamu

* He watched you stare into space, completely unaware if anything else

* He’s noticed you’ve been tense the past days

* He softly calls out to you

* “Y/n? Is everything okay?” He caresses your cheek

* You don’t know what caused you to break down, but you do

* He has a look of shock as he quickly wraps his arms around you

* “Darling what’s wrong? I’m here for you okay. Let me understand.” He whispers

* You tell him about how you’ve been feeling. How your so called friends made you feel and everything just bring overwhelming.

* He listens carefully to you, giving you soft cheek kisses

* “I hate how they made you feel but you’re not alone. I’m here for you and with you. Forever.”

Atsumu

* he didn’t mean to listen to you crying

* He saw you going up to your room and excitedly followed, only to frown when he head sniffles

* “Baby? Why the tears?” He walks over to you and drapes his arms around your shoulder

* He pats your head waiting for you to calm down

* You tell him how you’ve been feeling and he chews on his lip before speaking

* “I’m sorry they’ve been terrible. Don’t deserve you really. They lost a good friend. And you’re not alone. You’ve got me, forever. And that’s a threat.” He flares his nostrils, making you smile

* “It’s going to be ok.” And he kisses your forehead

Suna (POV Suna’s sister)

* He’s the chill and annoying older brother

* Makes fun of you when he wants but always ready to protect you

* So when he hears you crying in your room, he knows you need him

* “What’s wrong smelly?” He walks in, shaking his head when you try to hide your face

* “You wanna tell me what happened? I’ve always got your back.”

* He hits near you and pats your head

* He sighs when you tell him what happened

* “Good they left. Never thought they were good friends. But you did nothing wrong to be treated like that. You are an amazing person, so it’s their loss.” He says, making you smile a little

* “Good you’re smiling. Now let’s stop being upset and go watch something, yeah?” He playfully punches your shoulder and walks out

* “If you don’t hurry, I’ll eat your snacks!” He threatens, making you laugh and run down

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Hey, would you like to get Eddie obsessed with the ghost reader? Imagine that Eddie starts seeing and dreaming about a beautiful woman and starts to become obsessed with her, he can't think of anything else but the beautiful woman, but hey, she doesn't exist, does she? :D could she also look like chel? from ElDorado, I find her very seductive and attractive, submissive Eddie please 😩

Hi! I love me a little supernatural sprinkle in a story.

Eddie Munson x Fem!OC.

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Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

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Everyone saw the bags taking over Eddie's face. They started as shadows lightly dancing over his under eyes. The start wasn't alarming. Sometimes sleep evaded someone. Sometimes they had a lot going on. But now, as the days passed into weeks and inching closer to a month, Eddie's face continued to grow gaunt.

The thing about this: Eddie already had a reputation as a slacker. So when his head hit the desk in the back, exhaustion for not really sleeping at all the night before no one bats an eye. But Gareth stares, watching the metal head's hair shield away his face, face buried in his folding arms, but nothing really hides the light snores.

Gareth shoots his foot out, knocking against Eddie's white Rebooks and Eddie snaps his head up, back of his hand coming to his mouth to wipe at any drool that might've fallen. Eddie looks around for a moment and notices Gareth stare, but his eyelids are so fucking heavy he's already starting to fall back asleep.

"What the hell is going on?" Gareth hisses at Eddie's slumped figure at the cafeteria table.

Eddie hums in acknowledgement that he's heard Gareth's voice but not in acknowledgement of the full question. When his eyes close he sees her. It feels wrong. He can't place anything that makes her identifiable-no tattoos. Just long jet black hair and warm brown skin. She's always in white. A top that covers her chest and a long white flowy skirt. Her middrift remains visible and she's always smiling at Eddie in his dreams.

But he's never seen anyone like her before. She's not from Hawkins, at least not someone that can place within the last ten years. He's tried the public library to see if any of the newspapers from the last ten years picked up a story about someone like her. Eddie's started to think he might have to look larger than the town.

"I said" Gareth huffs, snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face, "what the hell is going on?"

His mother, before she passed, used to talk about noticing presences. She never told Eddie what she meant by that. But she did say to Eddie that he'd always been special. Initially he thought it just meant his style, his taste in music, his interests. But now, he thinks it means more--that he too could notice presences. He doesn't feel her when he's at school. It's just in dreams. Perhaps, this too means Eddie is special. That he can somehow be haunted by the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on, and he hasn't laid physical eyes on her.

"It's-it's nothing," he huffs out, hands holding up his own head. "It's stupid, really."

"You were snoring in World Geography," Gareth continues on. "You've basically skipped all of last week. You look like you haven't eaten in days. Who are you fucking?"

Eddie snorts. "Wish I was," he returns, lolling his head to the side to look at Gareth. The pinch of his brows tells Eddie that he's not keeping up and Eddie sighs. "I-it's dreams. There's this girl, woman really. She's H-O-T hot and I've seen her every night that I sleep for like the last month. Freaked me out at first so I tried to stay up to avoid it. Now I'm just like obsessed with trying to figure out who she is."

"So some hot woman is visiting you in your dreams and you don't know who she is?" Gareth questions.

"Bingo," Eddie huffs, eyes drooping shut for a quick second before he peels them back open.

"Seriously--who are you fucking? Is it a cheerleader? Is that why you're lying?" His gaze narrows as Gareth assesses Eddie's face.

Of course no one would really believe Eddie. There was nothing he could produce to prove himself correct. So he lets it go because at the end of the day, at least Eddie knows he's right. He's stared up at her face, even tried to talk to her for weeks now. She didn't give much--a laugh sometimes, a coo when she sees his tired face, but she doesn't budge when Eddie asks who she is, or what happened to her.

It's like it's a game. It's like it's a sick twisted game and Eddie is going to lose, but goddamn does he love to play it.

Eddie heads straight home, where he would normally ponder the library or try and hang back, he gets into his van and takes himself back home. He manages to keep alert enough to drive but doesn't even make it to his room to sleep, just slumps down face first into the couch.

And when the nothingness of sleep fades into the unconscious firing of neurons, Eddie sees her take shape again. White top, white skirt, mid-drift exposed, wide hips sitting like apples and Eddie wishes for a moment he could touch her.

"You look tired," she says.

"I am," Eddie returns. "I don't know who you are."

"You're getting closer," she gives in as if it will be solace.

"Why did you pick me?"

"Your mother sent me."

All the air leaves Eddie's lungs. Why would his mother be sending ghosts to him? Why the hell did she know that he didn't? "My mother," Eddie questions again, like he needs to hear it one more time in order for it to be real.

"Your mother," she nods. "She told me that you might not have believed her. And to tell you she's sorry she couldn't explain it better. Consider me your first assignment."

"Please tell me they'll all be as hot as you." There's no shame in the flirting here. She's already dead. Eddie has no real chance and thus the rejection isn't real either. It doesn't hurt the same because there was no chance for hope.

She laughs, pushing her hair over her shoulder. "I wasn't aware how attractive a lost soul was made a difference."

"It-it doesn't. Sorry, that was rude."

"But it was pretty funny. Just...just don't give up on me. I could really use the help."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, yeah of course. I'll help. Just need sleep," he exhales.

"Then rest."

It's such a simple sentence but Eddie does just that, he lets his mind settle again. She's not going anywhere. She had nowhere else to go save for once Eddie figured out who she was. The nothingness comes back. He revels in that feeling in the darkness swallowing him whole.

By the time he wakes, Eddie spots Wayne sleeping on the cot. The sky is bright. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and pushes up. Now he notices the blanket that's been thrown over him as it falls back into the couch. Definitely Wayne's doing.

I could really use the help.

The sadness in her voice echoes in Eddie's mind as he pushes up and heads to the shower. It's much too bright for it to be early morning and Eddie doesn't even feel like trying to make some excuse to get into school late. He showers, changes clothes, and then heads back out to the library. If he was getting closer than it just meant he'd have to keep expanding on his search perimeters. He could do that. It might even be worth looking into the bigger cities to get some clarity.

It takes a few hours. Eddie sips at the cup steaming in his hand of coffee that is way too bitter. But then her picture stares back at him--in the obit section from Indianapolis. From ten years ago.

Cheyanne Brown. 23. Survived by her 4 year old son. Eddie takes in the child's name and writes it down on the spare piece of paper he snagged from the librarian. A car accident, on a wet road in a curve. The baby unscatched by Cheyanne dying in route to the hospital. From the pieces Eddie manages to find after finally having a name--she'd just moved into the city and was trying to reconnect with an aunt.

Eddie tries to put more together, looking more for the aunt and runs down everyone in the phonebook until a sweet voice answer. He swears he's heard a timbre like it before. "This is Ava Brown speaking."

In the background he catches the faints sound of a drum--a real one not one on a tape.

"Hi Ava. This is Eddie. I know what I'm about to ask is going to be strange but did you have a nice named Cheyanne?"

Her affirmation is hesitant, but still confirms what Eddie knows. "Who--how do you know that?"

"She, she uh showed up in my dreams a few weeks ago."

"Her boy's birthday was last month."

"Around the 12th of December?"

"The tenth, actually."

Eddie's chest feels like it's been punched in. It was starting to add up. His gut, though it feels a litttle queasy at the way it's all falling together, tells him to keep pressing that. "How is he?”

"Good, he's good."

“Sounds like he’s the one playing the drums?”

There’s a brief moment of silence and the music in the background ceases. “He plays. Has a band—they’re set to the play in the Christmas parade this weekend. We think he’s going to study music possibly. Either that or he makes a career of plucking my last nerve.”

“Sounds awesome.”

“He’s a good kid really. Smart as a whip. College might be a real possibility. Nursing or something. He says he wants to help people.”

Eddie exhales. “Sounds like you and Cheyanne have being right by him. I-I don’t want to take too much of your time. I just wanted to call because Cheyanne asked me.”

“You should come. To the parade. If Cheyanne is asking.”

His gut lurches. A ringing starts up in his ear and he takes that as a yes. “I’d love too.” He takes Dow. The address and promises to show up early.

After he hangs up the phone, he feels something over his shoulder. “You happy now Cheyanne?”

Yes. He hears it clearly even though there’s no one in the house with him.

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