#this whole thing is only 900+ words right now and there’s a lot i want to put into it

[lilas]

wip wednesday i am sooo sleepy

tagging @zylphiacrowley @fooltofancy @coldshrugs @lavampira @galadae @myreia @thevikingwoman to share this wednesday if they want!

inconceivably more adventures in labyrinthos, aka erenville relentlessly clowns on avi’li

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Erenville scoffs, “I did not tell you to bring a sword. You had a sword when you invited yourself.”

The sword sits sheathed in a holster on Avi’li’s back. No shield. Erenville remembers a scratched up, damaged shield, notable—even amidst the turmoil of the great inventory effort—for the deep, vicious claw marks in the wood and metal plating.

Maybe it broke.

“I need to start training again,” Avi’li gives as an explanation, shrugging. “It’s been too long since I last wielded it.” He steps the few paces forward towards the edge of the lake, next to Erenville. “The rest has been nice, needed even. But I can’t rest forever.”

Erenville hums an acknowledgement as he stands, “Wielding a fishing rod will suit our needs better for now.” He sets one of the poles in Avi’li’s waiting outstretched hand. “But maybe a few swings of your sword will intimidate them into coming closer.”

“Ha ha,” Avi’li says humorlessly, smiling.

#adventures in labyrinthos #lilas wips #ffxiv wips #wip whenever #basically avi’li and erenville are a comedy duo in my brain #this whole thing is only 900+ words right now and there’s a lot i want to put into it #but i get so nervous with higher word counts idk why! #i guess i feel it gets meandering after too many words #but i have a Goal with this one so we’ll see

[ikeromantic]

Hmmm, how about some fun with Cyran at the Tavern with some Eggnog 😏

Oooh I do love some Cyran. This one turned out more sweet than intended, so perhaps a non-alcoholic eggnoggy for you, hm? ^_^ Approx. 900 words of our favorite non-royal (who def deserves a sprite and a route!) IkePri New Years Event story!

Cyran regarded Emma over the foam of his pint. She was here, but she wasn’t. Her gaze was lost in someplace else, wherever her thoughts had taken her. The rose liquor in front of her sat untouched, as did the food. It seemed the princes would haunt her, even beyond the palace walls.

“Hey.” He reached over and set his hand atop hers. 

Emma gave a little start and then gave him a strained smile. “Sorry. I was -”

“Thinking. Yeah. It’s okay.” He gestured to the plate in front of her. “I didn’t want your food to get cold. The fried mushrooms are only really good when they’re hot.”

“Thanks.” She speared one on the end of her fork and then popped it in her mouth. Her expression immediately brightened. “These are good!”

Cyran chuckled. “I thought you might enjoy them.” He took a sip of his beer, purposefully letting a bit of the foam get on his nose. “You should try the pickles next.”

Emma giggled. “You’ve got something on your face.” Her shoulders finally relaxed, and the tightness of her jaw eased. 

“Do I?” He wiped at his cheek, and then his chin. “Did I get it?”

“No,” her grin widened as she reached across the table and swiped at his nose. The foam hung on her fingertip and before she could pull back, Cyran grabbed her hand and put the foamy digit between his lips.

Her expression of surprise was absolutely worth the whole charade. As was the blush on her cheeks as his tongue lapped her finger before he let her go. Cyran grinned unrepentantly. “Hm. Tastes better with you. Maybe I need to season all my drinks with a bit of Emma . . .”

She laughed and pulled her hand back. “Absolutely not, you big tease.”

“Pity.” He sighed. “I can imagine how good this would taste if I licked it off your bre-”

“Ehm.” Emma’s eyes went wide. “Not good table conversation. Not even at the tavern.”

Cyran reached across the table, stroking the back of her hand. “Apologies, my lady. I get carried away at the slightest taste of you.” 

“Sometimes I think too much Clavis has rubbed off on you. Big tease.” She playfully smacked his hand. 

“Mmm, the prince wouldn’t say such a thing. He’s a gentleman, you know. He’d say . . .”

Emma giggled, “Oh! I know. He’d say, ‘As the most handsome and eligible prince in Rhodolite, you are lucky to be the toy I’m interested in.’ Er, or the - the cup!”

Cyran grinned. “That sounds about right. You make a decent impression.” His beloved was relaxed now, her worries fully behind her and he was glad to see it.

“Thanks.” She picked up one of the pickle wedges and took a bite. Her lips instantly puckered and she set it down to take a gulp of liquor. “Oh! Oh my god, Cyran! It’s spicy!”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, here,” she lifted it again and held it out to him. 

She was so adorably naive, he thought. He took the rest of the pickle wedge, and kissed her fingers. “Mmm, I think you’re spicier.”

The heat in her face went all the way to the tips of her ears. “Cyran! We’re in public!”

“Oh?” He looked around and then back at her. “I don’t think anyone’s paying attention. I could kiss a lot more of you before anyone looked.”

“Don’t you dare.” Her expression was so serious that he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I would never.” Cyran settled back with another sip of his drink. “I like to keep all the best things about you to myself.”

“Best things?” She tilted her head.

He nodded. “Sure. I mean there’s so much about you that I love, things everyone can see because it’s just you. But there are other parts that are mine. Like the face you make when I kiss your neck. Or the little sound at the back of your throat when I lick your -”

“Cyran, if you keep talking about that I’m going to have to take you home.” Her lips turned down in a mock severe threat.

“Ooooh, is that a promise?” He raised his eyebrows.

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “It is! But you promised me dancing and drinking and fun . . .”

Cyran chuckled. “I did. But who’s to say we couldn’t do all of that in your cozy bedroom?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “One track mind, hm?”

“With you? I’m afraid not.” 

“What do you mean?” She leaned forward, instantly curious. 

Cyran felt the full weight of her gaze, that insightful look she had. The one that she used when evaluating the princes. It almost made him nervous. “Just that with you, there’s so much I feel. My heart and mind overflow.” He could feel his own face get hot, his cheeks nearly the color of his hair. “Of course I want to make love to you. But I also just love to see you. To talk to you. I want to protect you, and hold you. I want to wake up every morning to see your face. Have every meal together. Watch every sunset. I want everything . . . with you. Because with you, everything is better.”

Emma was silent for a long moment, and he worried he’d said too much. Confession was a dangerous thing, afterall. But then she smiled and it was like the sunrise, he thought. Brilliant with joy. “I love you, you know that?”

“Every time you say it, it’s like the first time.” He took her hands, squeezed them gently. “I love you too.” His smile hurt his cheeks but he couldn’t stop grinning. She was just so beautiful to him.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Cyran #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

[bangtanflirt]

From Bully To Boy-Toy (Drabble #2)

I know 900 words isn’t exactly a drabble for a lot of you but I just felt like calling this a drabble lol. This is based on my two-shot fic, “From Bully To Boy-Toy.” Read the main story here: (Part 1 &  Part 2) 

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: smut, secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, femdom, humiliation and degradation kink, pretty heavy on the blackmail kink this time, twisted morals and badly negotiated kinks (good for writing and reading, but horrible for real life!) 

18+ ONLY. Read under the cut.

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The last time you were in Park Jimin’s bedroom, it was when you caught him indulging in his dirty little secrets. Now, being a part of said secret, you feel much more at ease in his space than before—especially knowing you have the upper hand. Poor boy looks like a lost lamb in his own bedroom, standing awkwardly in his nude form. One of your favorite things about Jimin is just how much he squirms under your gaze every single time, no matter how many times the two of you play these games. It helps that you keep him on his toes, never giving too much away of what’s in store for him. Just like today.

“Lay down on the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”

There’s no hesitation anymore, not like when this thing first started. Now, he’s on good boy autopilot, feet shuffling immediately at a command. You can’t help but let out a little laugh. No one in their right minds would believe you if you said you had the campus’s biggest dick (in both senses of the word) at your beck and call. Just this morning you had heard the rumors of what happened in his Chem lab, where he sabotaged some guy’s experiment and caused a small fire. Granted, he’s been easing up heavily on the cliché ‘push a nerd against a locker’ type of stuff, but Jimin needs to know you’re not fond of his other games either.

His breath hitches at the cold metal clicking against his hands, handcuffs holding him firmly in place.

“I heard about the Chem lab incident.”

“Th-that was an accident. I was trying to help him!”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Oh please, I took that class last semester. I know exactly what the assignment was, and there’s no way to mess up that lab in such a way. You’d have to go out of your way for that to happen.”

You see his eyes go wide, not expecting your pushback. Suddenly, he’s not making eye contact anymore.

There’s a pause before he mumbles a whiny “sorry” under his breath.

“Not good enough pretty-boy. I heard the poor guy got in trouble instead of you. Still as cunning as ever, are we? Did you even know he’s on scholarship? Not everyone can afford to fuck around like you do Park.”

He doesn’t talk back.

You fish out a red lipstick from your bag, making bold strokes across his chest. His brows furrow in an attempt to bend his neck enough to read the writing, frustrated that he can’t see it.

“Here, I’ll help you out.” You take out your phone, making sure to aim the camera in a way that captures both his face and the words. You wave the screen in front of his face tauntingly. You watch as his cheeks turn bright red at the sight, the words clear as day now.

“Read it out loud.”

“Disgusting little bitch.” The words come out in whispers.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

He nods with zero protest.

“Say it. Say the whole sentence.” Your camera’s on him once again, ready to record.

“I’m a disgusting little bitch.”

“And why are you a disgusting little bitch?”

He looks unsure, not knowing what you want to hear, but your eyes are nudging him to speak.

“Because I like being made fun of, because it gets me hard.”

You smirk, playing the video back for both of your viewing pleasure.

“This is great, I’m sure the whole college will love this!”

Jimin freezes, skin going two shades paler and visibly clammy.

“Y/N—you can’t…” His heartbeat thuds loudly in his ears at the thought of people at school seeing that video. His cock seems to be on a different wavelength as the rest of him though, getting painfully harder by the minute. It’s baffling how his rational mind can dread something so much while his horny one gets off on it.

“Don’t worry. I won’t…if you behave. I’ve told you nicely plenty of times to stop picking on people, haven’t I? But you keep doing it, so it seems I need to resort to this. Behave and these will be for my eyes only. Simple.”

He nods fervently, “I’ll be good. Please don’t show anyone!”

“Good bitch.” You toss the phone aside, using your hands for more urgent matters—the proudly erect cock greeting you. Jimin hisses at your soft hands gently stroking up and down his length, letting himself get lost in the sensation. You get lost in it too, his cute whimpers filling up the room. It doesn’t take long to push him over the edge, creating a sticky mess over your blue nail polish. You notice how much quicker he gets off, and your hunch about this particular kink of his is proven true.

You clean your hands off in the bathroom while Jimin cools down with a quick shower.

“I’m deleting the photo and video, so you don’t have to freak out.”

The water stops and the man peaks out curiously, grabbing a towel to dry off.

“You are?”

“It was just to get you riled up. I would never actually blackmail someone, I’m not you.” You roll your eyes.

There’s a long pause as Jimin seems to be in heavy thought.

“Don’t delete them.”

“What?”

“Keep them on your phone. I want you to. Use them to make me behave.”

You look into his eyes, and they are as serious and sober as they could be.

“Damn Park, I didn’t think your blackmail kink ran this deep.”

He’s blushing again, before shuffling away into the bedroom with his head down.

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Taglist: @hzbbtsfanficrecs @namjooncrabs  @taeriffic @pjmin-95 @cashia @ivykl33n @imfalltopieces @jeoniov 

*If you asked to be tagged and didn’t, it’s because tumblr won’t let me tag you. I’ll send you a DM instead!

#jimin x reader #sub jimin #jimin smut #bully jimin #bts university au #sub bts #domme reader #fbtbt

[anangelwhodidntfall]

You Belong With Me: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist 

word count: 900

Request: Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Eddie and the reader are dating and Chrissy (whose obviously friends with Eddie) doesn’t like the reader? (if that makes sense?) It can go in any direction you please, thanks 😊

It was awkward, to say the least whenever Chrissy was around, it always made you feel like you didn't belong there despite dating Eddie.  You knew how much Eddie's friends meant to him so when you two started officially dating you made an effort with them and most of them took a liking to you right away except for Chrissy, who for some reason didn't like and always excluded you from activities even if you were in the room which hurt because Eddie talked about their friendship a lot and you really wanted to at least be civil with her if nothing else. Yesterday was the worst it had been between you two, you had been minding your business helping Gareth set up for Hellfire since Eddie was running behind when she came up and started saying all these insults to you.

"You know you and Eddie would never last."

"Eddie could do so much better than you."

"You don't belong here."

She just kept on until she saw the tears slide down your face and watched as you fled the auditorium which a satisfied smirk on her face, now she could go back to being the only girl in Eddie's life.

Eddie noticed how distant you had been lately with him, not wanting to eat lunch with the group, come to hellfire or come hang out at band practice and he wondered if he had done something to upset you and not remember.

"Did I do something to upset y/n?" Eddie asked no one in particular who shared a look because they all had witnessed Chrissy's behavior towards you when Eddie wasn't paying attention.

"Eddie it isn't you that hurt y/n......it's Chrissy." Gareth said making Eddie snap his head towards him confused.

"Look ever since you introduced y/n to us officially, Chrissy has done nothing but be mean, exclude her from the group, and the other day I overheard Chrissy telling y/n that she didn't belong with you and that you could do so much better than her." Gareth said as the rest of the table nodded their heads at Eddie.

He made his way over to Chrissy's table and tapped her shoulder who turned and smiled at him, and he asked her if they could talk in private. She nodded her head and followed out into the hallway so they could talk.

"What's up Eddie?" She asked him.

"Is it true that you've been bullying y/n?" He asked her looking at her.

"No! Why would I do that? Because if she told you then she's lying Eddie I would never." She said wrapping her arms around him.

"Whoa first off I'm with y/n, and second off Gareth and the whole group were the ones who told me about the multiple occasions where you were mean to y/n, even as far as telling her that she didn't belong with me. Look, Chrissy, I did like you a long time ago but I'm with y/n and I love her and if you can't accept that then we can't be friends." Eddie said as Chrissy nodded her head at his words.

After school, Eddie made his way to your house hoping to talk to you and make things right because he really did love you and didn't want to lose you over something like Chrissy. He knocked on your front door and a few minutes you opened the door and let him in.

"Hi bubs. What brings you by with flowers?" You asked confused.

"Well, I was hoping we could talk sweetheart because I learned some interesting information today." He said making you feel nervous.

"Sure. What did you learn?" You asked taking a seat on the couch next to him.

"About how Chrissy's been treating you since I introduced you to everybody and I wanted to say that I'm sorry for not noticing sooner and that you don't belong with anyone but me." He said lacing his hands with yours.

"I tried Eddie I really did, and it seemed like no matter what I did, she hated me and I knew how much she meant to you so I just kept quiet hoping we could work things out." You said.

"I know you did, the guys told me everything. But I never want to you to keep quiet about something that's bothering you, I want you to come to me instead, okay?" He asked as you nodded your head.

"I love you, sweetheart." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you too bubs." You said smiling at him.

The next day at school you were at your locker grabbing your textbook for your first period while Eddie had his hands wrapped around you and kept kissing your neck making you giggle when you saw Chrissy approach you.

"Hi y/n, I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been acting lately, it was wrong of me to treat the way I have. I was wondering if maybe we could start over?" She asked shocking you.

"Thank you for saying that Chrissy and I would that alot." You said giving her a small smile.

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

[dxngosstuff]

Does the Moonlight Shine on Paris? (iii)

Idol!Jeonghan x Idol!f!Reader

900+ words; cw : none | m.list tags: friends to lovers; fluff; minor angst; idol au; elements of slowburn; second male lead scoups;

Yoon Jeonghan realizes a few things about you after sharing a drink with you in Paris.

The hotel’s air conditioning unit engulfed the silence as Jeonghan stared at the ceiling. He has been trying to sleep for the past 2 hours now but he had no luck getting some shut-eye. He wasn’t sure whether it was the high from the show a while ago or if it’s the jet lag. Honestly speaking, he hasn’t been sure about a lot of things ever since his whole schedule in Paris started. It was just so different from what he was used to. There were no members around. No roommate in his hotel room, just him and the unfamiliar city lights.

The group chat with the members was quiet at this time given that the sun was probably just about to rise in Seoul. He opened another conversation from a couple days ago and he felt his chest tighten.

“Look out for her during the show. Thanks. :D”

A swirl of emotions overcame Jeonghan. He felt conflicted about whether it was right to start getting attracted to his best friend’s previous love interest. He might be cunning at times but he values the friendship he has with Seungcheol. It was irreplaceable and it was the type of friendship that two people build over hardship after hardship so he tried to convince himself that this was all just fleeting emotions— emotions that were simply brought by the atmosphere and ambiance of Paris.

“Man... This is bad.” He thought to himself over and over again before slowly dozing off.

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“Kwon to the Soon to the Young!” You greeted Hoshi when you spotted them at the restaurant.  He invited you to join him and Jeonghan for dinner after his schedule.

He did the gesture right back to you and made sure to do his signature tiger pose at the end. 

“Noona! I’m glad you could make it! Have a seat!” He gestured that you sit across them to which you delightfully did so.

You gave both of them your signature smile and proceeded to chat with the two about your schedules and things that you missed out on with one another. The conversation was cut short after your phone rang and after seeing who was ringing you up, your face lit up. 

“Hello, Cheol!” You greeted him as you held the phone up to your ear. Jeonghan, who was just about to put his spoonful of food in his mouth, came to a short pause with the mention of his best friend’s name. Meanwhile, Hoshi, completely unaware of the internal strife that was going on with the person sitting beside him, just continued to munch on the meal laid before him.

The conversation between you and Cheol was barely audible to the both of them but he could make out a few words out from the deep mumbling on the other side of the line but overall, the call was short and you soon dropped the call.

“Was that Hyung?” Hoshi asked even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to snoop around.

“Mhm. He was just wondering how we were doing. I sent him a pic of us eating together just before he called.” You replied nonchalantly as you sliced the piece on meat on your plate before eating it.

Hoshi smiled before nudging Jeonghan with his elbow. “He sure does reply fast when you’re the one sending him a message,” he had a smug look before continuing. “Guess that really happens when you’re the special someone.” 

Jeonghan choked at nothing and looked at you. He was probably the only person in the world who had the opportunity to know what happened with both sides and as far as he knows, the boys only knew that Cheol treated you differently but that was all and nothing deeper. 

You gave Jeonghan a glance as well and offered him some water before turning to Hoshi, “Nah. He just treats me that way ‘cause I’m his childhood friend.” You shrug it off and offered more food to the tiger to divert his attention. He gladly accepted your offer and dinner proceeded without a hitch.

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“Do a heart pose together! Do a heart pose together!” You said with full enthusiasm as you took pictures of the two in front of the Eiffel Tower. The two were looking forward to taking pictures with the popular tourist attraction since they arrived because it was their first time in Europe and they wanted to commemorate it. Being the supportive friend that you are, you suddenly morphed from an idol to an esteemed photographer.

You started laughing at their silly ideas and started suggesting more poses. “Do a jump shot!” You said while still laughing at how down they were in performing your suggestions and after a lot of pictures, you showed them your gallery filled with their pictures. 

“This looks good! I’ll post this on Instagram! Airdrop them to me, Noona!” Hoshi said grinning ear-to-ear and you took a mental note of this.

“You haven’t taken pictures of yourself yet. You should stand over there.” Jeonghan stated and Hoshi agreed. You were so eager to take pictures of them because of how much fun they were having that you forgot to take some for yourself too. 

“Okay! But let’s take pictures together too.” You skipped to the spot where  they previously stood.

‘Cute.’

Jeonghan noticed that Hoshi was about to get his phone and take pictures of you but it was like his hand had a brain of its own. He held the latter’s forearm and said, “I’ll take the pictures. Hype her up.”

Hoshi didn’t think too much of it and just did what Jeonghan suggested but he would later notice something different with his hyung when he saw the way he looked at you through the screen of his phone. 

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i just want to thank everybody for reading this au >< i didn’t expect it to get 50+ notes in the previous chapter. it’s been a while since i’ve written fics and english isn’t my first language but i’m glad some of you enjoyed it enough to give it some likes. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ as for the how the story progresses, it may seem slow for now but it’s because i’ve decided to add some elements of slow burn :D comments are greatly appreciated but even the likes themselves are enough <3 i hope everybody stays safe (๑･̑◡･̑๑) feel free to ask questions too!~

#yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #seventeen #svt #kpop imagines #kpop #jeonghan fic #jeonghan fanfiction #jeonghan f #jeonghan angst #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagine #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x y/n #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol x reader #angst

[starry-nights-garden]

Hendery ✧ Even

✧ WayV Hendery x gn!reader ✧ words: ~900 ✧ genre: comfort, domestic fluff, established relationship AU ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: When your boyfriend decides to cheer you up after you’ve been having a rough time, you convince him to let you make it up to him somehow.

The lights are turned off, and the only thing illuminating your room are the star and moon shaped fairy lights that were carefully hung up on the walls. You pull the blanket around your body a bit more tightly, moving over closer to your boyfriend, so your shoulders touch. Your eyes must be wide open as you marvel at all the tiny lights around the pillowfort you’re both hiding in, because as soon as you catch Kunhang staring at you with great interest, he comments,

“There’s sparkles in your eyes.” Blood rushes to your head from the way he can’t tear his intense gaze away from you, and it doesn’t help that he’s also pointing at your face with his index finger. You wrap your own hand around the digit, pushing it down, and then you look away from him.

“What are you talking about?” you mutter.

“There were stars in your eyes just now, I swear!” he replies with a big grin on his face. “That means I could cheer you up, right?” You sigh, relaxing your shoulders in the process, and your gaze returns to the decorations he had secretly put up in your room to surprise you with. He knows that you’ve been having a rough time lately - he always knows, sometimes even before you know it yourself - and the gesture warms your heart, even though you also feel a bit sorry for making him worry and causing him to take precious time out of his busy days for your sake.

“Why the frown?” he asks, and as soon as he points it out you realize you’ve been making a sad face.

“You’re doing so much for me…” you mumble, letting your head hang low.

“And you’re sad about that?” Kunhang asks, seemingly surprised. “Shouldn’t you usually be happy when someone does something for you?”

“Yes, but…” You turn your whole body to look at him, and he mimics your actions so you end up facing each other with your legs crossed in between. “But you do a lot…”

“Am I being too much?” he asks, though he sounds pretty convinced that that’s not it. And it really isn’t, though one could say in a way it is.

“No…” You shake your head and you find him reaching out his hands to take hold of yours. He brings them to the space right between your legs so they’d be in a comfortable position, and while he holds them firmly, he patiently waits for you to keep speaking. “It’s just… I don’t know how to pay you back.” Your voice is growing smaller and smaller with every word, as if you knew how unreasonable your way of thinking is. Kunhang lets out a breathy laugh before his features soften.

“You know I don’t want anything in return,” he says, adding with a mischievous grin, “but you can pay me, of course! That would be 100 Yuan!” You can only sigh at his joke, but when he doesn’t stop proudly smiling at you, you eventually catch yourself grinning back at him. “I’m kidding.” He becomes serious again. “I’m doing this because I love you. Seeing you feeling better is all I need in return.” You avert your eyes at his words. Though you know he’s sincere, there’s a part of you that still won’t understand how that could be enough for another person. 

“But,” he continues, obviously seeing you struggle. “If you need to give me something in return or you’ll feel guilty about it, you can simply kiss me.” You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion, and as he calmly waits for your response, your gaze slowly drops to his lips. You feel drawn to them immediately, it’s just the kind of effect he has on you, and before you know it you’re already leaning in, closing the distance between you two. He doesn’t move at first and just lets you kiss him, and when you finally feel him moving his lips against yours, falling into your rhythm, he also lets go of your hands to bring his palms up to your face. His fingertips tickle the back of your neck as he touches you, and soon you feel him firmly cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. 

You make out slowly, carefully exploring the other’s mouth, and when you finally move apart, you feel warmer than before. When your eyes open, you find your boyfriend already looking at you fondly.

“There really are stars in your eyes,” he mutters, and before you can get embarrassed by his cheesy line, he presses his lips against yours again. He kisses you softly, without haste, but in a way that still manages to make your heart race with every one of his touches. You sigh into the kiss when he nibbles on your lower lip, and after slowly releasing it, he pulls back.

“Are we even now?” Kunhang asks, and all you find in his warm gaze and his soft smile is adoration for you. You shake your head slowly, before crawling into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“No,” you whisper, lips already grazing his. “I don’t think we are just yet…”

#wayv fluff #wayv drabbles #wayv x reader #hendery x reader #hendery fluff #hendery drabbles #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #nct fluff #nct drabbles #nct imagines #fluff

[confusedpan-da]

Writing Request! Denki accidentally regressing in front of either the whole squad or just Mina and Sero

THANK YOUUU!!! <3

I got way too happy over this request lol :3

Warnings(?): distant threat of Bakugou blowing the rest of the Bakusquad up. (But he’s only mentioned here)

Also mentions of his birthday that I missed but hey, I’m here now :))

iPhone baby Kaminari entered the chat. ^^ (not a lot of talk about regression etc but idk how to label this soo)

Words: ~900

starts after the cut!

School wasn’t easy. Everyone knew this.

However this particular school day just seemed like an absolute overkill. 

Denki sighed when he finally was able to fall into his soft bed. His head was more than empty and his limbs were screaming at him to never be moved ever again. 

“Hey there!”

Oh shit.

Denki shot back up. 

“Hey Mina.”

“Come on dude, we still gotta ‘talk’”, Sero shuffled in right after Mina while doing some finger guns. 

Denki’s response could only be described as the perfect embodiment of a question mark.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?! Hello??”, Mina gasped. 

“Oh! Oh oh oh! No! I would never forget…that! The…mh.”

“Theeeee?”, Mina had now flopped herself down next to Denki onto his bed. 

“Yeah! Theeeee…. You know.”

“God just say you forgot about the surprise we are planning for Bakugou.”

“Oh That! … I knew that.”

“Yeah yeah.”, Sero rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Hey! I did! I just thought we still needed to wait for Kirishima!”

“He’s coming a bit later. S still trying to get some kind of idea out of blasty what he could possibly want.”

“Ah.”

“Are you okay?”, Sero also let himself fall onto the bed. 

“Yeah just erm eh.”

Sero squinted but didn’t push any further. 

Luckily because Denki really wasn’t in the mood for thinking right now. 

“Okayyyy! Sadly we”, Mina fake coughed to hide a little ‘you’ behind it “decided against a grand party with the whole class! Sooo what do we do? Just like ‘surprise! Here is our gift! That’s it.’ or what?!”

“Maybe? I mean that would probably be the safest option, wouldn’t it?”, Sero chuckled. 

Denki perked up. 

“We could do a… erm thingy. You know!”, he gestured wildly with his hands, trying to replicate the way his hands moved when he was playing with his Nintendo. 

Sadly the others didn’t get it.

He sighed deeply. 

“You know! The the thing! The play thing! We could do one like the whole… erm you know! Come on!”

“…You mean a gaming night or something?”

“Yesss!!!”, he bounced a little on his mattress. 

Mina only laughed.

“We can do that for your birthday but I don’t think blasty would appreciate that.”

“Why?!”

“…because I don’t want to risk losing my head.”

They all fell silent for a little bit while thinking. 

“Tha- the, you know! We, so like him and yeah could go to and-“

“Denki! Breathe! We can’t understand you!”, Sero placed a soft hand on Denki’s shoulder while laughing and Mina was smiling at him sympathetically. 

“Ah… I mean, we we could go to the thing there to…”, words sure are a…thing that exist. He again tried to just ‘sign’ what he was trying to say. 

“Uhhh I love charade! Wait wait! Speak? Type???”

Denki shook his head. 

“Erm eat! Eat! It’s eat!”

Yessss!! He nodded. 

“Ohhhh you mean going out to a restaurant or something?”

“Yes! God!”, Denki let himself fall fully into Sero and said guy just ruffled Denki’s hair and put his arms around him. 

“Poor Pikachu.”, Mina lovingly flicked his forehead. 

“Hey!”, he pouted but didn’t actually get to ponder about it too much when his eyes caught a glimpse of Sero’s handy. 

Almost automatically he stretched out his hand towards it until he got brutally ripped out of it by Mina’s voice.

“I’m just trying to get into his mindset. Okayyyy.”, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Don’t you think that would end in a kind of Gordon Ramsey episode?”

“Uh ouch, you are right.”, Sero winced playfully. 

Damn the phone slipped out of sight. 

Denki sighed dramatically. 

“Sorry sorry but all your ideas can be stuff for play dates or something.”

“Huh?”, Denki shrieked a little at the word play. 

Actually he really wanted to play something right now. Just anything. Preferably games on Sero’s phone. 

He cuddled deeper into Sero’s side, loving the body contact and clear view on the phoneee. 

“Hey, you are going to make me jealous guys!”

“Kiriii!”, Denki shrieked before schooling his whole everything again. 

His cheeks going bright red. 

“…hey Denks.”, Kirishima just huffed out before pressing himself onto the mattress as well with a loud sigh. 

“I think I messed up guys.”

“What?!”

Denki’s brain didn’t have the mental capacity to really make sense of anything right now anymore, so he just finally grabbed over Sero’s lab and reached the long desired phone. 

He squeaked silently and tried to open it. 

Locked screen.

Damn.

He shoved his elbow into Sero’s side. 

“Hey! What Are you doing with my phone mh?”, Sero ruffled through Denki’s hair again. 

“The thinggggg!”, he whined. 

How did they just expect him to know all these big words?! 

“You wanna play?”

The others laughed.

“You know what, good choice dude. The day was hard.”, Kirishima giggled. 

“Uh uh uh! I know something! Since you messed up miserably and Sparky will be here any minute now to blow our heads off, how about we just make a surprise cake tomorrow?”

“Hey! I didn’t mess up ‘miserably’, Bakubro is just way too smart!”

“No no no. You are just horrible at keeping secrets.”

“Playyy!”

“Sorry sorry.”

Finally the phone got unlocked and Denki fully locked out of anything going on around him. 

He’ll now play candy crush, thank you!

#mha agere #confused writes #I got a requesttt #Hehe #<3 #Iphone baby Denki Kaminari

[a1z9]

(this is not my secret blog)

i can stop looking at your second blog, if it helps, or just abstaining for long periods of time, if the privacy may help. seriously.

but, in the meantime, i have some things to say about what ive seen...

thank you for sharing so much about your day and about yourself. you never talk too much, certainly not for me.

ace, i love you. and like you. there is not an iteration of me, at least that i cosign, that doesn't like any iteration of you. this whole poem we are both writing together has been upsetting and as i live through it i have a whirlwind of feelings, but when it comes to you.... you entirely...no, there is no me that doesnt like any you.

likewise, i absolutely would love nothing more than to hold you and comfort you and take care of you. i absolutely can and would, i am made for many things and loving you is something that speaks to my soul. you don't have to "make" me do anything, i would do anything for you. your heart isn't "creepy", your passion does not scare me. can't you see, i am the same? we might be in different places right now, but i am going through the same thing you are, just from a different vantage. like yin and yang we may appear in different places but, we are a compliment as much as a reflection, when the root of the surface is found.

yes, i want it. the blood and the kisses. to consume and be consumed. maybe we should wait before we succumb so fully, sure, but...i love checking off days from my calendar, if it brings me closer to embrace with you.

you are allowed to miss me...i miss you.

i do wait for you...and i will, for however long it takes, until we may finally enjoy each others company.

i hope you look at that little post i made in a desktop computer, too. phone chops it up badly.

i think if we must do this, we should find you a place to talk to me where i wont see it, too. or where i dont check often. if you like.

...

you know, you dont have to do this.

you dont have to force yourself away.

what are you so afraid of?

i promise, we can and could and will find a way.

is this all necessary?

, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

some looks into my life, too...

im turning--oh, oops,

i am 27

i always knew this would be a challenging year

i have felt the weight of things i must do in the future. but i am learning to not be afraid of the dark. fear makes things worse. acceptance brings the dark in with the light, and creates harmony, through which beauty is constant. i seek to balance. i seek to demystify the dark, but to never let go of the light. i can and will harness both. i will not settle for less.

sometimes i have felt quite at peace. sometimes i feel an undulating scream that shakes the earths crust suddenly boil in my chest. sometimes it is okay, it is easy. sometimes it is not.

probation still sucks. but, i have spoken to some of the worst at the depot. they are more human now. i love everybody.

it is hard to put everything into words. i have regretted talking about our situation at all--i havent much, but nonzero. ironically, david has actually seemed to most understand, which took me by surprise. he's actually been very supportive of us, and my love for you. it is quite different, that. it has made me very happy.

im illegally downloading all the beats i ever liked. im, like, on 200/900, lol. but at least i started.

i have not been having any dreams. i may have said over my discord to you already, but, i saw 137 a lot when we were speaking everyday. after this, i only saw near-misses for a few days. now, not at all, it seems. i do not think it is dead and gone, only retreated.

i am getting more comfortable around mel, where i am acting like myself. it has been nice. sometimes he pisses me off but its okay. he insists he wants to hang out with me soon, and i think i will.

sometimes i feel, maybe i needed the space too, to work on myself, too. i do...i do feel like the right thing for me to do is to finish all that i need to. i want you in my life, and i want my mission, and i dont at all think those two things are incompatible, at all, in fact i think it could be very complimentary, only that it could go wrong if i do not maintain the balance and do everything the right way.

what even is the right way? questions like these...i appreciate i could be driven looney thinking about everything, so i have avoided it. i know that, assuming this lasts a long time, this current mode, i will need a lot of time to process it, i know that my own grief has in part been absolved by light but in part been stuffed away to some rotten corner. i try to feel you when i can, and it seems i am always interuppted, either my mind insists on defocusing or something happens irl. but i have had some moments, that have meant a lot to me, those where i felt you. i really hope you can feel me too. i dont understand why your vents seem to think i just am...that i dont love you as much. etc. i will admit that stings a little. but i understand. i just hope you know, that even when i am swirling in a way that seems to present as apathy or otherwise seems to indicate that it is all just a frivolous thing to me...that is just simply not true.

yes, this brings me a deep sadness. but i also have such a deep, deep joy, too. i carry your kiss with me everywhere. i do not think of you as some long gone lover that could have been, i do not think of you as some ghost that is quickly fading, as much as it might feel like that sometimes. even if you die, a scenario which i fully understand is a possibility, i do not think that.

i really hope you can just be, and be along me.

yes, i think we both have individual things we have to do. is it really impossible for us to have both? i dont think so.

i feel your emotions sometimes. again, it seems, always at horribly inconvenient times. work just got busy, mom or grandma are need my affection and attention and are trying to talk to me, etc, etc. the inconvenience of the timing, of course, does not feel terribly random, or surprising. it feels like a part of the process.

would you still love me if--

nevermind. i know you would. i hope you know, i would for you, quite the same.

i dedicate my days to you. i always speak of you when i pray, and when i have a rare moment where i have internal monologue. it seems i have, again, not been allowed much time or energy for that lately.

i am trying to struggle for myself. i know that is where what i do needs to come from. but dammit, all i want to do is love you, love you, love you.

i would throw it all away for you. which i know isnt the solution. but dammit. i would, i would, i would. so easily.

i hope you learn to let the sun kiss you, too.

i hope one of my kisses can find you, too.

or a million...

i have masturbated to you several times...you know, sometimes the emotional storm and mental unclarity/overpressed stupor doesnt allow for much else, but when i fall asleep and wake up, the first and last things my conscious thinks of is holding you, and as it rests and the primal is all thats left, i lust for you, i feel a demand for you.

there is nothing unpleasant about you. how dare you say otherwise! :)

you make me think of flowers and sunshines. bugs and plants. good things.

im going to try and eat, i have a long day tomorrow i should try and chill before sleeping.

yes, i want you to reach out next. maybe its just "when it feels right," it doesnt need to be an emergency. maybe its for no big reason at all. the only thing i will say is, if you reach to me through tumblr, i have tried to maintain not having tumblr app on my phone, simply because i dont want to get addicted to it, and i am trying to give you space while you say you may need it (...?)

please remember this was your idea and i am doing this for you. i say that only because i want--

oo deja vu, doubled up

trains

toys

toy trains?

anyways--

wait--

wait no--

anyways--

i say that only because i want you to be comforted that i am waiting for you, that i want you, i need you, i am trying to do what is right, but my first instinct everytime is to urge you like a whiny child to please discard all barriers and meet me immediately.

i love you ace hyde. i love you so dearly! i love you with sweetness. i love you with fervor. i love you with dizzying passion, and upright dignity, and prostrating surrender and gleeful abandon. i love you with each of my facets. you make me smile. i am eternally thankful for having met you.

i hope when you sleep that you can feel held by my embrace. do not hesitate to ask for it, from me, whenever or wherever that may be, and if it doesnt work once, do not hesitate to ask the next night, or the night after that...

i love you.

[anxiouswritingbitch]

Hi there 🥰

Can you write a little romantic epilogue between Laura and Ryan?

It can just be "subtle romantic" if you're not good with the ship. I just wanted to read more of them, but the fandom really hates them together and there little to no content about this ship.

Thanks ☺️

Of course ! I hope you'll enjoy this short fic. I wanted to keep the vibe of the game as much as possible, so it might come out as more angsty than romantic though. Hope you still like it ! But as I said, as I wrote it as a direct epilogue to the game, I didn't see how to make it really romantic. Anyway, enjoy ! <3

Ship : Ryan Erzahler x Laura Kearney

Genre : Angst / fluff, sorta ?

Length : 900 words.

✴ 𝑅𝓎𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶 - 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓈 ✴

Ryan felt like he might pass out. It was as if the whole night was catching up on his body in one single moment. Well, it did make sense, from a biological point of view. Oh, the wonders of adrenaline! But when the rush is over, all you're left with is a half healed stab wound, a dizzy head from blood loss; and the sudden, crushing realization of what happened.

Chris was dead. He killed him. The only thing remotely close to a father figure in his life, shot dead by his very own hand. How could he ever be the same again? Of course he couldn't.

The only thought that seemed to comfort him was that he wasn't alone. He wasn't the only teenager-turned-killer tonight. Laura was sitting next to him in the back of Travis's car, her expression empty.

He had thought that he would only feel bitter resentment toward her at this point. But when he looked at the shotgun on the middle seat, he couldn't help but remember her expression when she shot Silas. It was hopelessness. He realized that she didn't want to kill him, the same way he didn't want to kill Chris. But want to and must do are entirely different things.

She turned her head and met his eyes. Shit. He'd been caught staring. However, the words that left her mouth were not ones he expected coming from Laura.

"I'm sorry" she said, remorse in her voice, yet still with an edge that doesn't seem to be able to go away. "About Chris. I know you cared about him".

"I did. But did he? He lied to me, fuck, he would have killed me tonight if i didn't stop him". Woah, the night's events really start to register in my brain, he thought.

"Still. It's... it's just fucked up".

"...Yeah".

"You probably must hate me by now". Why was there such pain in her voice ?

"Y'know what? Somehow... I don't. Not at all, actually". And it was true. This must have shocked Laura, because he eyes opened wide. Funny thing, he wish he had more shocking things to say, if that meant he could get to have such a good view of her eyes. He must admit, blue suited her far more well than yellow. Oh well, they were actually pretty too in the sun's color.

Jeez. He really must have lost a lot of blood to have such thoughts.

As he drifted back into his own mind, staring at the sun rising from the window of the car, something that Laura said earlier in the mines came back to his mind like a bullet in the brain. "Trauma can bring people together".

That really had to be true, because right now, in this very moment, he felt closer to Laura than he felt to any other counselors at Hackett's Quarry, the very ones whom he spent two whole months with. Closer than with Kaitlyn, and even Dylan.

But as the car got closer to the camp, some urgent question came to him. "So... what happens now ?" he voiced.

"Shit. Big shit, I think. Police to deal with. But that's for later, i guess. If we take it one step at a time, I first have to find Max".

Oof. Why did this he feel more stabbed by this end of sentence than by an actual knife? "Oh yeah. That's right. Your boyfriend. That's why you did all this in the first place. You must be excited to see him again". He hoped the edge in his voice wasn't audible to Laura (or worse, Travis listening to them).

"Not really, actually. Breaking up with someone is never fun, you know".

"I- wait, what ?"

She sighed, as if sensing that she had to explain herself. Ryan, on the other hand, was puzzled.

"Look, I care about Max, alright ? I'd never let him stay a werewolf his whole life. He's a good guy, truly. I just... I don't think we're meant to be together. Romantically, I mean. I didn't get the guts to break up with him earlier and- well, our time in prison really wasn't the best time either. So yeah, I have to end this at some point. He deserves someone who loves him".

Ryan felt as if his brain was rewiring itself. When one little new piece of information somehow changes the whole game.

"So, hum, welcome to singles' club, I guess". Jeez, couldn't you say something better, Erzahler ?

But surprisingly, that got a laugh out of Laura. Weird, hearing her laugh after all this. He wanted to hear it again.

At some point, dawn was fully breaking, and they had reached the lodge. It was as if the little bubble that they had created in the car was going to explode. Ryan didn't want that.

He stood out of the car and took a deep breath. Thankfully, it only slightly hurt his lungs. He swallowed painfully. But the events that were going to happen will probably be a hundred times more annoying.

Suddenly, he felt Laura's hand grasping his own. His heartbeat suddenly sped up. Well, for a good thing for once in this night. When he turned to look at her though, he understood that she was as scared as he.

They both became killers that night. But just because it's dawn doesn't mean they'll stop fighting together.

#the quarry #the quarry game #laura kearney #ryan erzahler #laura x ryan #ryan x laura #ficlet

[okamikami1996]

Chapter Three- Disabilities and School

I'm going to say two words and almost all of you will probably not even need to read this chapter: Middle School. Let me say two more that will probably have half of you running for cover: Girl Drama. One word: hormones. Last word: disability. I'm pretty sure most of you already know what I'm getting at: my failed middle school career.

My family may have had a little-- or maybe a lot-- of trauma from the response to my 504 plan in elementary school, to the point where we didn't even try in middle school. We were too afraid of disappointment. So we shut up and allowed ourselves to suffer in silence. My school placed me in algebra. If you've read chapter two and how I have dyslexia, I'm pretty sure you already know that math was not going to be my favorite subject. My first year of middle school I flunked my math class. God awful. Math became not only my worst subject, but my least favorite subject. It also became another thing that was wrong with me. My ego was the equivalent of an egg that had been dropped, had cracks, but had somehow managed to retain its ovular shape. My math teacher saw I was trying-- and God knows I was, lunch periods, asking questions, getting tutoring, trying to get seating that was away from chatterboxes, asking for more information-- he gave me a C, instead of the D that my grade most certainly was. My mom had me retake the year. Guess what? I got an A. Weirdly, it didn't give me that "Oh, I actually am smart feel", instead I felt like I just got lucky. Self worth was almost a zero. I wanted people to accept me as I was, but it isn't that easy. I should have understood that, but I think I was desperate for someone to like me despite having four disabilities: I told people that I was ADD, I told them I was bipolar, I told them I took medication. It didn't go well. I still had friends, thank god. However, if I'm being honest, I'm not sure how healthy some of the relationships were. Two of my friends thought I was an attention hog. Can't blame them, how many disabilities did I have? How hard was it to have them? How many boys bullied me? To them, I probably was fishing for attention. It's kind of like Trump says: "There's no such thing as bad publicity". Maybe that's what they thought I was doing?

I had another friend who argued with me about whether it's sadder to get a puppy and watch it get sick and die, or have a dog your whole life and have it die. How many times did I tell her that I thought both were sad? I also had a super amazing friend who stayed with me from the 5th grade. She was literally my saving grace up until high school when we went to different schools. Middle school was mainly a development of extreme depression that was kept hidden by my friend group. In all honesty, I was lucky to have a friend group at all with how disabilities and taking medication was seen at the time.

I was taking 90 mgs of Abilify (no idea if that is how it is spelled) and 900 mgs of Seriquiel (no idea if that is how this is spelled either). For any of you who don't know: these are dangerous amounts of drugs to take. Like really, really dangerous, and my doctors probably should have lost their licenses. The reason behind my taking so much drugs was simple: if 60 mgs don't work increase it to 90 mgs. Yeah. According to them this was the only drug to treat bipolar disorder we HADN'T tried.

High school was absolute hell. My friends all went to the other high school, and I went to the new charter school. Fun, right? I had learned more or less what a shit idea it was to announce that I had disabilities. Well, just being depressed for now reason was no better. Or not being able to hear people. Let me be straight, Da Vinci Charter Academy was a school that valued group projects. We had no choice but to talk to each other and communicate. Everyone at the small community school thought I was just being difficult. That I was faking not being able to hear. After a few failed attempts at taking direction for my peers I was cut out, even if I asked for them to write it down.

"Nevermind." That is all I got back. Finally, I closed myself off. Completely from everyone at school. I'm pretty sure high school was also when I began to hide away in my room all the time. I began to see kitchen knives and stand in front of them for ten minutes just trying to get myself to kill myself and be done with it. I had an impulse I could not control where I would blurt out, "I hate myself and I deserve to die". I almost blurted it out in the middle of a lecture more times than I can count. There would be times where I was actually happy and laughing with my family where I would all of a sudden just say, "I hate myself and I deserve to die". I ruined a lot of happy moments with that. It was an impulse that I could not control. I couldn't go to therapy, my first and last therapist, Susan, was a mistake my family could not afford to repeat. So we just followed what the doctors said and added more drugs. I was numb to almost everything but my own pain. I didn't trust people, I couldn't take compliments. There was a boy who tried to hang out with me, but I told him to just leave me alone because he was friends with the boys who hated me. Imagine walking up to a table or being invited by another girl and have the group stop talking when you came to sit down. Imagine trying to join the conversation that started back up and have everyone just be silent. Imagine having people tell you to just "go the fuck away" when you came to talk to them. By year two, I didn't speak to anyone unless I had to. I had to constantly remind myself that my classmates were not to be trusted.

I had a teacher named Mr. Milsap who was pretty nice to me. We had moments of awkward silence when I answered questions, but I really liked his class. Loved it. I surprisingly don't remember very well when I got my 504 plan reinstated. I should, but I don't. I know it had to be in the second year of high school, when I was so depressed and miserable at school that I was literally barricading myself in my room so I didn't have to go to school, that my mom had enough. She thought that the kids would at least stop leaving me out of conversations if they knew I had a hearing disability. I was against it, at first. Terrified of what would happen if everyone knew I had a disability. We held a meeting. I had to sit and listen to teachers compliment me on my strengths. That was torture. I had a physical aversion to being complimented, like I needed to leave the room right away if someone did. It was painful to be complimented. I remember my teacher Maestra Rameriez was the teacher who I owed the most to. She was a woman who never treated me inferior to other students despite my butchering of the Spanish language in class and my endless need to repeat things. She was the most accepting of my 504 plan. If she ever reads this, and knows who I am: thank you so much, you have no idea how much you meant to me in school.

Mr. Milsap was not. In fact, he argued against it the whole time. I remember nothing after the first part of the meeting when the teachers all went around the table and complimented me. I do remember almost word for word the conversation afterward where my mother spoke to me about her less than spectacular impression of Mr. Milsap. I only know that he was the only person to argue against my 504 plan through her retelling. I don't think I actually remembered even as we drove home that day. After that, my time in his class became terrible. God awful. He would often yell at me randomly in my TA class with him. Then, there was that project. We were told to give a presentation on how someone had discriminated against us. I used my hearing disability. I had been given hope, finally. It was true, the kids no longer left me out of conversations now that I had a 504 plan. I thought maybe this would further turn the tables. At least twice a week I took the project into Mr. Milsap until he told me I was sure to get an A. Full credit. I got I C. Why? According to him, I went five minutes over the time limit. Two grades lower because I went over the time limit?

That may have been it for me for a while. I didn't talk anymore in that class, or not as much as I had been. My ego had been shot again. I was still majorly depressed. I could tell you good things about people who constantly bullied me or spoke rudely to me, I don't think I could have told you one good thing about myself. I was a wreck. I was constantly fighting with my mother, a few times I almost ran away from home during my nightly dog walks. I lived for the most part like I was dead. I graduated high school went to a community college, and got hit with something much, much worse: rheumatoid arthritis.

#disability #depression #middle and high school #failure #autobiography

[gatoru]

call it what you want || frank castle x reader

author’s note: so let’s pretend y'all didn’t see this coming – or did, i don’t know. this is something i wrote for myself and wanted to share with the world. loosely inspired by the song “call it what you want” by taylor swift. feedback is highly appreciated! (posting again cause tumblr is being a b!tch)

pairing: frank castle x ex-avenger!reader

warnings/summary: through silver bullets and barely slept nights, frank is always there with you. (angst, fluff, hurt/confort, idiots in love, swear words)

wc: 900

“Watcha ya thinking about?”

Frank’s words weigh in the air, making the atmosphere grow thicker. He knows there’s only much he can say in such a situation, and that might not make things any easier.

But he hopes you know he’s there for you – always.

“Nothing.” You whisper back, in the dark. “Everything.”

You were laying side by side, shoulder to shoulder, in a thick blanket against wet grass. Both you and Frank have been on the run for some time now. Skipping town, towards the upstate, felt like a good choice. Being completely fair, being next to Frank was the only thing that felt right at that moment.

Chuckling lightly to yourself, you recall how your life used to be – previously an avenger, a vigilante. Someone who fought for all the right things but made all the wrong choices. You think about your reputation, what it used to be like – one of America’s golden heroes. They put you on a pedestal, like a God. Was it too much power?

You remember the words they called you when the government displayed a picture of you and Frank in disguise, and how you lost yourself in him – how one of earth’s mightiest heroes was running around with scum.

When it comes to the first mistake, the first flawed action, they knock you right out of your prestigious position. You remember the first time they called you an enemy of the state-

“Well, I bet ya can’t get a view like this one in that ugly tower of yours.”

Your first reaction is to laugh at his failed attempt to get you out of your head – for your own good. Frank grew used to your every expression, your every reaction: he could read you like a map.

The thought of the Avengers tower brings a sting to your heart, and you feel melancholy drip from your eyes. So much for wanting to save everyone.

“You’re right, Castle. Couldn’t see a single star in the sky from that tower.”

Your gaze falls from the starry night before you, and you turn to your side, facing Frank. You realize now that he’s been staring at you this whole time, which brings a wave of heat to your face.

“Don’t go crying on me now, kid.” His words make you smile, and as much as you’d hate to admit, Frank Castle makes you incredibly happy.

“I hate you.” You whisper the empty words in his direction, and he acts fakely hurt by your words – the mutual mockery makes your smile grow wider, by just an inch.

See, Frank does this thing to you – where he makes you feel like a schoolgirl, who has a doomed crush on some guy who’s a few grades above. Except this isn’t school, and Frank is over 10 years older than you.

Still, you can’t help how he makes you feel.

“I hate you too, princess.”

There it goes, that nickname. These are the times when you think you you haven’t imagined anything, and he actually has feelings for you, this is not a dark twisted game your head is playing on you-

“You know I care about ya a lot, right? I ain’t joking. You’re… important to me.”

His confession makes your brain short-circuit. The feeling isn’t new – it’s mutual, as a matter of fact – however Frank Castle isn’t really known for having a way with words.

Can’t believe the big, bad Punisher is going soft on me, you think of responding. However, you have no time for irony now. You know this is his way of trying to pronounce the four letter word that’s been attached to the both of you ever since he took you under his wing.

“I know. It’s mutual, Frank. I’m really grateful for you.”

His nose brushes against yours when lifts his head up by just a little bit, just an insignificant inch that’s responsible for setting your world on fire. You’ve shared beds with him, hell, even bathrooms and all sorts of intimacy that comes with going on the run with someone else.

This, however, feels different. Dangerous, additicing. You crave more.

Then, you purposefully brush your nose against his. Frank has his forehead glued against yours, and you shut your eyes, taking him in. His scent, the light breathing that escapes from his chest, and how there’s no one else in the world but him.

His calloused palm comes in contact with your cheek, so gentle that it feels like a feather. Your brain is screaming at him, begging him to run away from you and your mistakes and, at the same time, begging for him to stay. You crave for everything and nothing at all.

Frank softly places his lips on yours, awfully slowly – it feels like he’s done it for a thousand lifetimes before, like the universe was born from your kiss. The stars above watch how gently he holds your face, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you. His tongue slides against yours, your lips move in perfect harmony. It’s more than you’ve ever wanted, it’s more than you’ve ever expected.

He pulls back, then, and you get a chance to look him in the eye – he smiles, very shyly. You smile back, and you both swallow the words you can’t pronounce yet.

Shy rays of orange sunshine bathe you in warmth, as the sun slowly makes its entrance, announcing the dawn of another day. Frank doesn’t let it bother him, doesn’t talk about how you have to go inside otherwise someone might see you, doesn’t say anything about how you’re–

Instead, Frank leans in. And you kiss him again.

#frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank castle oneshot

[idv-hc-center]

33 smut with Andrew 👀

lol finally some content instead of responding to asks

33 - "show me you're mine"

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, public sex, i talk about cum???like a lot???, jealousy

words: 900

Andrew was always incredibly insecure, and the fact you choose him was something he couldn't understand. He loved you deeply, but he thought you could find someone a hundred times better than him. But after all, you were his.

This insecurity grew into jealousy. He was never overbearing, but every time you hanged out with someone who seemed better than him (and he thought it was literally everyone) there was an irk growing in his heart. Most of the time, he just grabbed your hand and angrily looked at the person next to you, but sometimes it wasn't enough.

Andrew wanted to mark you and show everyone physical signs that you were, in fact, his. He wanted to leave obvious marks on your body so everyone would know what you did. But he was certainly too shy to act on his urges, until one situation.

For the whole match, you kept decoding, as well as, rescuing one particular teammate, and it drove Andrew crazy. He was just right next to you, and you showed that person so much attention. He felt ignored and jealous but also frustrated. You were his and only his.

His jealousy was so intense that when that teammate went to help another one kite, he couldn't contain himself much longer. Gravekeeper looked like a mess, panting, trying not to look at you. At some point, he basically started to grunt against you like an animal in heat.

You ignored it, trying to focus on decoding, as well as enjoying the desperate look on Andrew's face. You wanted to know how far he would go.

"Love..." he mumbled under his breath as you looked at him, still acting oblivious.

"Hm?" you responded while working on the machine.

"Do you like them?" you felt his hands wander around your body, ending up on your waist.

"Who?" you wanted to make sure he meant the same person you had on your mind

"You know...them." Andrew murmured while looking in the direction your teammate ran away

"I mean, I like them, but like as a friend, they are nice."

"Do you like them more than me?" you looked at him, confused. You knew he was not in his right mind, but you didn't suppose it was from jealousy.

You chuckled at this realization. Andrew was truly adorable.

"Of course not. You are the most important person for me." you softly smiled at him. Andrew sighed in relief, but his arousal wouldn't let him calm down. He still wanted to prove you were only his.

"Then show me you're mine." this again confused you but also excited. You didn't mind, but as soon as he noticed your expression, he nervously looked away.

"I mean, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to-" he started to ramble, but you quickly cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. Your teammates had to kite a bit longer.

Quickly you found yourself sitting on a cipher as Andrew kissed all over your body while trying to get your lower garments off. He kept mumbling praises about you as you allowed him to use your body as he pleased.

Andrew wasn't used to something like this, doing it in public, as well as being as fast as you can to avoid being caught. To be honest, he still wanted to perform oral on you to be sure you were also satisfied, but you basically pulled him up while saying that you didn't have time for this. Knowing Andrew, he wouldn't end on making you cum only once.

You did this for his pleasure and only this mattered to you, and to be honest you were as much aroused as him. The thought of doing it right now in the middle of the match made you excited, so you allowed him to do anything he wanted.

You threw your head back as you felt him slowly entering you. You put your arms around his neck for a better balance while you tried to silence your moans. Andrew quickly started moving, not being able to contain himself much longer while whispering praises towards you.

He kept saying how great you felt around him, and how good you took him. He was honestly surprised he was even able to say all of this as he thrust into you. You were the only thing on his mind, and he knew he was close, but before he released, he shyly asked.

"Can I?... Inside?" He felt like it was too much for him to ask, and how he was greedy for that. He should just enjoy this moment instead of wanting more, but the thought of coming inside you and tainting you with his seed was too much of a temptation. It would be the ultimate proof you were his. You wouldn't do this with anyone else, and you wouldn't let anyone cum inside of you beside him.

To his surprise, instead of hearing how greedy and ungrateful he was, he just heard your short agreement, and this was what made him finally snap. He came inside of you while continuing to ramble about how much he loved you. He put his forehead on your shoulder to rest for a short while, but when both of you heard someone running towards you, you tried to collect yourself as fast as you were able to. Thankfully it just looked like you were making out instead of fucking.

You got back to decoding as you heard your teammate complaining about both of you doing everything else than decoding. You just softly smiled at Andrew as you felt his cum dripping down your leg.

#identity v #idv #identity v x you #identity v imagines #identity v headcanons #idv headcanons #idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew x reader #andrew idv #andrew kreiss x reader #andrew kreiss #grave keeper identity v #gravekeeper idv

[rockingrobin69]

Breathtaking

900~ words for the brilliant @written-in-ash, who asked for prompt number 6: “Certainly. Probably. Possibly. No.” 

The trek was torturous; Draco had no idea how on earth he found himself here, panting and cursing under his breath, legs seizing in pain and chest tight. Draco was a lot of things, true, but normally not an idiot. Not a blithering, bumbling buffoon who just spits out an affirmative every time green eyes ask him a question. Usually, he had enough smarts to say fucking no.

Cue to right here, right now, and the sun was almost up, and Draco’s lungs were on fire. He was rather sure they’re on actual fire, because there was smoke coming out of his mouth, or perhaps it was the fact it was fucking freezing. How did he end up here, again? Oh, right. He was an idiot. He nearly forgot.

“Almost there,” Potter called, a mile and a half away (or… some distance, okay, it was early, and he couldn’t do numbers right now). “Draco, are you all right?”

“Me? Perfectly fine.” He wished he could say it in an even voice, preferably three octaves lower. Potter paused on a big rock, smiling as if he were having a tremendous time. Why did he even ask him to come? Only him, out of the whole department? Did Draco give off some sort of ‘hike-lover’ air, did he bring this on himself? But Potter spoke again, and Draco had to put the conundrum aside.

“Sorry. I didn’t think the walk would be this long. But we’re almost there, and we’re going to make it just in time for sunrise.”

“Goody,” Draco grumbled, trying and failing to catch his breath. “That’s terrific. I’d hate it if we woke up at such an ungodly hour, walked fifteen thousand miles uphill only to miss sunrise, on top of everything.”

Potter laughed, because he was also some sort of an idiot, apparently. “All right, all right. You can have as many fits as you want once we’re up there. But come on, now, we don’t want to miss this.”

“You don’t want to miss this,” Draco muttered, but he kept on walking. “All I want is my bed, a hot water bottle and never having to see your scrawny arse again.”

Although, in all fairness, Potter’s arse was anything but scrawny. In fact, it was the sole good thing about this entire experience. Potter had a really, really nice arse, but if Draco thought about it for too long he began to feel a lot less grumpy, so he promptly let go of the subject. Although his eyes still lingered on Potter’s backside. The rest of the walk was a lot faster, now there was more light, and that Potter’s arse was much easier to make up ahead.

“Here we are!” Potter called after perhaps five minutes, his smile glistening. The sky was getting very light; it must be, what, a couple more minutes before the sun comes out of the water? Draco was panting as he finally, finally made it to the top of the hill, his sides burning, his legs aching. But he was up here, and the view—once he’ll manage to unglue his eyes from Potter—should be quite remarkable. Draco took a deep breath, and then looked.

Fuck. ‘Quite remarkable’, his arse. The ocean opened up below them, vast, endless, glimmering in pale blues and greys. A smattering of clouds in the horizon started to flash in pink—brighter and brighter with every second, blinding almost. The sun, a distant, fiery ball, started rising from the—what the fuck?

Draco stopped being able to pay attention to anything else, because Potter’s hand came to wrap around his waist, and he draped himself around Draco’s back. On top of sudden blindness, Draco quite forgot how to breathe for a moment there.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Potter asked in a different world. Draco shook his head several million times.

“Certainly. Probably. Possibly. No.” He had no idea what on earth he was saying; the sun was brilliant, the whole horizon was pink and golden and yellow and mesmerising, and Potter was kissing his neck, as though this made any kind of sense. Is that why... could this really be happening? Draco, to his horror and utter surprise, grabbed Potter’s hand and used it to pull him closer.

“What…?” he asked, a little scared to finish the question. Sunrise was magnificent, painfully glorious, and Draco didn’t care for it one bit. He searched the green eyes instead, hoping—a little desperate—

“Sorry,” Potter replied, tearing his mouth off Draco. “I… god. Sorry. It was just so beautiful, and you were right here, so bloody gorgeous, and I, I thought that—”

However amusing the rambling was, Draco had other things in mind he’d rather do. So he turned, grabbed Potter’s head in two hands, and proceeded to ravage him completely and totally with the world’s most searing kiss to date. It lasted for about fifteen hundred hours, or two minutes, or an eternity. It was impossibly wonderful.  

“Wait, Draco, what about sunrise?” Potter laughed into his mouth, all shining with happiness. Draco thought he could get used to seeing Potter like this. He smiled back at him, dazzled and joyous.

“Oh, is that why you brought me up here? I thought it was just to get a good look at my arse.”

Potter’s laughter was a really nice sound. “Well, yeah, there was that too.”

Draco rolled his eyes, stunned with himself, with them both. “The sun rises every day. This, however…”

“If I get my way, we’ll have this every day, too.” Potter put his arms around Draco once more, getting closer. He smelled amazing, minty and sweaty and Potter. Draco squinted his eyes, lip snarling.

“If you think I’m going to let you drag me out of bed before five in the morning ever again, you have another thing coming.”

Potter laughed again, free and wonderful. Breathtaking. Suffice to say, the trek had been worth it, in the end.

Prompt me!

#drarry #fic #prompts #fluff #pure fluff for you today #Drarry Drabble Monday #hiking #sunrise #there are dolphins in the water by the way #and Draco swears he'll never hike again #but guess what... #RockingRobin69

[pigeonp0st]

May I request a fic where Wanda Maximoff tries to make the reader who is shy laugh and accidentally discovers that the reader is extremely ticklish and she pins down and tickles the reader? Could you make it around 900 words and fluffy? Thank you! :)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader #3

Words: 1,489

Warnings: A vaguely sexual sentence

Notes:

There’s not an ounce of angst in this? Who am I? And I’m uploading again after only 3 days??? I feel reborn! Anyways, thanks for requesting and sorry for spelling mistakes.

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Supernova’s have nothing on you. That’s what Wanda thinks the first time she sees you smile. She thinks of supernova’s, planets, and comets in the sky and she thinks of how she’d give up them all just to hear you laugh.

She’d give star, on top of star, she’d give galaxies, and wishes that aren’t hers to give, she’d give you anything, if only she could.

Telling you that though, that won’t make you laugh. It isn't funny to her how much she adores you (how much she loves you), and she doesn’t think it will be funny to you either. Honestly, you’d probably cry, and then Wanda would also start crying— and you’d both just be crying.

No, Wanda decides fairly quickly, that isn’t a good decision.

So...instead she tries stupid jokes on the internet, pranks on the others, pranks on HERSELF, stupid faces... everything...but apparently everything is not enough to make you laugh.

It’s infuriating.

Infuriating because sometimes—sometimes, you look so close. So close to laughing that your shoulders shake with the effort to hold it in, and she’s left to wonder why you try so hard to keep her from the one thing she desires more than anything.

You’re her girlfriend, and she’s never heard you laugh. It’s quite possibly her greatest shortcoming in life (she has a lot of them). She’s heard chuckles, and breathy laughs, she’s heard small huffs of laughter, and she’s seen gigantic grins, but she’s never heard you laugh fully, and unapologetically.

Today— today will be the day it happens. She’s more determined than ever.

————-

Today won’t be the day. She’s tried everything and more, and the only thing she’s gotten out of it is you looking at her like she’s crazy.

“I’ll pay you,” Wanda finally says, “please if you just...if you just…” She can’t bring herself to say what she wants because somehow it feels like she’s breaking the rules she’s made up in her head. “Can you just please?”

You watch her for a couple of moments, thinking so hard she can almost see the wheels turning in your head—yes, yes, yes, finally, Wanda thinks— but then you shake your head in exasperation, and continue eating your dinner.

Okay, this is fine; Wanda tells herself.

...tomorrow will be the day.

———-

“Have you...just tried to tickle her?” Sam asks Wanda the next day. “I noticed her holding in her laughter when that stray we kept last week started licking her foot—so she’s probably ticklish.”

She’s been complaining to him about her failures their whole lunch, and it seems to have paid off. Sam is a very smart guy. When she says so though he snorts and shakes his head in amusement.

“No red wizard, this time I think this is more about what you lack than what I have. You’ve been thinking too big.”

Wanda glares at him. “Call me ‘red wizard’ again the next place you’ll be flying is into a volcano.”

…Despite the change in their conversation, and the bickering it turns into, it was a very helpful discussion.

———

Mission ‘Hyena” is a go (she decided to name it Hyena because they are known for their laughs. She thinks it’s pretty creative).

All she has to do, she decides, is ambush you. The best time for it will be right after training—you usually decide to take a quick bath and lounge in bed afterwards, and you’re very sweet and gullible when you’re tired.

For some reason her plans make her feel like a very sneaky and awful person. She feels a bit of guilt…it doesn’t override her excitement, fortunately. She has been waiting for this day too long to feel any significant amount of guilt. Plus, it’s not like her end goal is malicious.

———

You're laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you get pounced on by Wanda….You’re not exactly surprised by the occurrence though.

Wanda’s been looking at you like a panther when she thinks you aren’t looking, but one that’s truly bad at hunting. So you aren’t surprised that she jumps on you, but you are surprised about WHY she jumps on you.

You were expecting something far more scandalous than a tickle fest.

———

Wanda doesn’t start tickling you immediately. She’s so utterly shocked by your expectant raised eyebrow that she just pauses for a moment, lost.

“Is it okay that i’m on top of you?” Wanda asks after a moment, because she realizes that she sort of has you trapped.

You pause, thinking with narrowed eyes. Then say, more amused than disappointed, but still slightly disappointed, “yeah.”

Wanda thinks back on all these past weeks, on all of her efforts to make you laugh—actually laugh— and starts to raise her hands-

“Is this the part where you tickle me?”

Her hands freeze. She freezes. You even freeze.

“Oh,” you say, smirking with a look far too smug, and far too victorious for someone who was supposed to be losing, “did you think I was an idiot?”

And Wanda drops her hands back down, this time not on your wrist but across her chest, and then over her face because she has truly never felt more ashamed. Not for her schemes, but for how she’s failed them.

She doesn’t know when this turned into some sort of competition, but it’s clearly one-sided.

“So...you’re not going to tickle me?” You ask when Wanda gets off of you.

Wanda grits her teeth, feeling more bitter than she ought to feel. “No, you dork, if I tickle you now it’s anticlimactic. You just had to go and talk, didn’t you?”

You actually have the decency to look guilty for a second, but then you realize what the two of you are talking about and just snort. “What is this, some badly written fic on tumblr by some overwhelmed gay author? At least try. Come on, it will be amusing for me. You might even get me to laugh at your struggles.”

Wanda doesn’t really stop to muse about how oddly specific you were, she just rolls her eyes and turns to leave...only to get stopped by you tugging on the back of her shirt.

When she looks over her shoulder to look at you your eyes are hard and determined, and she knows what’s about to happen now too. Just like you had.

She knows, because the determined set to your eyes turns soft the second Wanda meets her eyes to yours, and you're sitting back down now, letting go of Wanda’s shirt.

“You really gonna give up that easily?” You ask quietly, eyes shifting to the ground. And Wanda is just melting, melting because she loves you and you’re the sweetest person she’s ever met, melting because you're willing—you want— to give her what she wants.

Wanda lets out a small breathless laugh, turns around completely, bops you on the nose with a soft smile gracing her lips, and only hopes that it communicates ‘I love you’ effectively enough.

You smile back, unable not to, waiting for Wanda to look for what she wants. “Who cares if it’s anti-climatic, right?”

To your surprise, Wanda grins, kissing the top of your head, and says; “I wanna surprise you. It’s more fun that way.”

So you grumble and pull her into a hug, because if she isn’t going to tickle you, you expect her to hold you anyways.

She does.

———

Mission Hyena fails. She’s not too mad about it.

She can’t be, when just the next morning she wakes you up with kisses, and tickles, and you wake up grumpy and laughing all at once.

She can’t be when your laughter fills her sun kissed room with even more light, and she can’t be when this moment feels like it’s more than worth the wait.

As Wanda watches you laugh, watches as you throw your head back and force out breathless, soft pleads, she thinks that she would have waited eternity for this moment.

Supernova’s, galaxies, comets, wishes, and an endless amount of stars, they all would have been worth it, but none of them would have been a payment high enough. ‘Anything’ is not even sufficient enough.

You just look and sound so happy, and it’s all Wanda has ever wanted to give you. It warms her heart more than anything else ever could, warms it so much she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it with her forever, because memories aren’t good enough either.

Still, when you ask afterwards, grinning and exhausted with your arm still clutching your torso and your voice still raspy; “was it worth it all?”

Wanda smiles, fulfilled and happy too, and doesn’t mention the price she was willing so pay. She just nods her head, and says; “Yeah. Yeah, I think it was.”

Like she wasn’t just considering if next time the universe would be enough.

#marvel x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda imagine #wanda marvel #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel x female reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel #marvel imagine #female reader #x fem!reader #fem reader #imagine #avenger x reader #x reader

[f1nalboys]

Hihi! If its possible, could I get some nsfw hcs on Stu? Anything is appreciated ❤️ Thank you!

oh anon, this is MORE than possible!! i had so much fun writing this and it's a bit of a mess but that just matches him hehe <3 hope you enjoy!! its all under the cut!

WORD COUNT: Approx. 900

WARNINGS: NSFW!!! whole thing is basically about sex so,,, be careful lol. lots of shit jokes from yours truly, voyeurism, double penetration, mirror sex, blindfolds, panty sniffing/stealing/wearing, dirty talk, praise and degradation, orgy mention at the very end, blood and knife kink, creampie vs twinkie (you'll see), doing stuff in public.

Stu is Always horny

Not really a HC but I figured I should say it anyways

Anyways, I think Stu is kinkier than Billy

HEAR ME OUT… Billy is kinky in a very possessive no-one-else-gets-to-have-you way while Stu is more likely to bring you into ‘group activities’

Even in a poly relationship with Billy and Stu, Billy is very against bringing in anyone else even for just a night

For this one I’ll be talking about just you and Stu so <3

He is a huge fan of voyeurism and sometimes prefers it to being involved directly

A big part of his enjoyment comes from telling you (and the other person if he’s not making you masturbate lol) what to do

“Spread your legs more, arch your back, moan louder,” etc etc

Surprisingly bossy and it’s very condensing(ly hot)

This man LOVES going down on his partners!!!!! Try and get his mouth off of you, I dare ya

Hair tugging??? He will become putty in your hands

Panty sniffer. Yeah I said it

Will also occasionally take your (used) underwear and use it to jerk off with either because he misses you (which is sweet in a way) or right in front of you

Big time degrader both for you and for him

“Dirty fucking slut. You were begging for my cock all day and now it’s too much? I don’t give a shit. We’re not done until you’re so stuffed with my cum you can feel it dripping out of every goddamn hole in your body.”

Aftercare with Stu >>>> anything else

He’d wrap you in his arms and tell you how good you were before washing you up. Hell, the man would probably make you a full course meal and keep you on bed rest until he was absolutely sure you were okay

If you two got into something particularly rough whether that be mentally or physically, he might feel a bit bad afterwards

Only a little bit, though

ALSO he is into blindfolds but also mirrors

Not knowing when he’s going to touch you next and wanting you to watch everything he does to you are able to coexist within him

Compared to Billy (yeah I said we weren’t talking about him sorry) he is waaaay more into quickies

Don’t get me wrong, he loves going for hours upon hours with you but sometimes he needs to get in and out (ha)

Biggest fantasy is fucking you right after a kill when he’s still covered in their warm blood. Only thing that could top that is if you were the one covered in blood

Period sex is a must for him

The man is loud… like, annoyingly so

Whether that be him cracking dumb jokes, moaning, or saying the filithiest shit ever, just know he’s not going to be quiet

PILLOW PRINCESS.

Loves letting his partner(s) take control and boss him around, use him like a sex toy, and then leave him high and dry or overstimulate him to tears

Somehow louder when you’re topping than he is in any other situation

When he’s a bottom/sub, he is going to PRAISE you and that is it! Never has it in him to degrade you while you’re fucking the daylights out of him

Ass man through and through but he has never objected to a pair of tits in his life

Another fantasy of his is fucking you in front of a crowd of people who know you two. None of them join in but they’re standing there watching him pound into you; he loves the idea of people wanting you but only him being able to touch you

Double penetration babey!!! He (and whoever is with you guys) will be attempting to shove it in the same whole at least twice.

If you’re not into that, that’s ok! He’s perfectly content with fucking into you while you’re getting some guys cock shoved down your throat! He’s very flexible in that regard

He’s definitely into doggy the most but he’s a sucker for the mating press…

However, he’s more of a twinkie man himself though he loves a good cream pie every once in a blue moon

I am so sorry for the awful jokes I’ve been making it’s a disease I have called being hilarious

IDC what anyone says Stu would love to wear your lacy underwear

I know that because he told me so

Always giving you hickeys, mainly leaves them on your neck and chest but he’s given you a few on your ass before lol

Knife play. Knife said

Like ‘nuff said… get it...okay i'm sorry that was actually awful

Will tease you in public and really wants you to do the same

Having to act normal while his hand is down your pants? Amazing. Him needing to keep up his conversation while you're squeezing his balls? Show stopping

All in all Stu is one horny bastard. He’s a switch (though he leans to being more dominant) with a big fantasy of either sharing you (one or more people, honestly) or showing everyone what they can’t have

10/10 would recommend

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[leviiattacks]

short drabble about ceo levi with nicknames?? u always write sm for ur requests so please feel free to make it short i feel bad 😭!!

author note :: again i haven’t written much in ages so i’m a little rusty but i hope you like this anon !!! :-)

word count :: 1k ??? 900 words ??? idk i am estimating

okay, okay here me OUT!!!

despite popular belief i think levi wouldn’t be all that into nicknames at first.

he’s just never really seen the appeal to them? on top of that he’s always found that he internally cringes when he hears couples refer to each other with such overused terms of endearment

but god… you’re into nicknames, in fact you love them and can’t get enough of them. that’s where you and levi run into an issue. he’s never really been particularly vocal to begin with and the last thing he’d ever want to do is use a nickname when he can just say your name normally

“but other couples do it.” you mumble the complaint under your breath after seeing another couple at work bombard each other with cheesy names. only then does levi realise how upset his defiance makes you.

he probes you about it, questions what makes you happy, what exactly is attractive about it but you’ve never been the forceful type and you brush it all off telling him it’s no big deal and you’re being silly but no, levi most definitely thinks it’s a big deal especially if you’re hiding how you really feel from him

so he asks google what the big deal is about nicknames — it takes him a while to get it but eventually he comes to the conclusion that they’re used to show special connections that are different from others

so he begins to test the waters

“honey” almost sounds condescending and “brat” is what he calls little kids who annoy him, it doesn’t sound right when he tries to use it lovingly with you.

one day he ventures with the term “love” you’re both sat at a coffee shop when it slips out. when it happens you don’t really know how to react ??? it’s the first time he’s said something of that tone and you completely lose your focus accidentally sipping on the scalding hot liquid in your cup

when you nearly burn your tongue levi is visibly irked. he reaches out with a napkin to dab at the edges of your mouth — you managed to get coffee everywhere, small droplets even landed on your skirt

“be careful.” he murmurs before adding in - “maybe this whole pet name thing isn’t for us, your reaction says a lot.”

you practically jump out of your seat because NO!!!! you liked it you just weren’t expecting it so soon

“no, no, no i did like it i was just… shocked.” levi gives you a look analysing if you’re being truthful, he concludes that you are

when he returns home he thinks back on the incident. love, it’s probably his favourite, it’s still a little off putting to say because again he’s never been great at being vocally affectionate BUT levi’s always been literal with the way he thinks of you so he likes calling you it because at the end of the day you are and always will be his love. it’s fitting.

and so it sticks!!!

levi soon notices that you smile more when he uses nicknames and sure… “sweetheart” may be sappy and all but if it makes you smile he’ll do it. yes, even if it’s embarrassing

now, levi using nicknames in front of other people??

in public he’s more willing to try — i’m talking shopping centres or at the park, but at work he’s reluctant it’s difficult for him to not act professional at all times even when he’s in the privacy of his office

but he still makes the effort to use pet names often, he won’t try it if you’re stood in the staff room but if you’re in a secluded hallway he knows it won’t hurt to loosen up

fun fact but levi prefers personalised terms of endearment for himself — something that directly links to his name most probably. nobody before you referred to him as lev and he finds that he likes it so he keeps it around but if anyone other than you tries to use it they’re met with immediate annoyance

you remember the time eren tried to fling the nickname at him at an after hours work dinner and levi completely ignoring him until he used his full name

“how come i can’t say it?” eren asks him, levi fights the urge to roll his eyes before answering “because i only like it when one specific person uses it” eren doesn’t ask for any elaboration he understands what levi means instantly.

to be honest he finds it pretty endearing. the way you scold levi for being so uneasy about it is amusing because it’s clear levi refuses to budge, he hates others using the name with him because those other people aren’t you

usually levi’s worries focus on stocks and company shares so to see him so uptight and particular about a nickname really does make the other employees at ackerman & co see him as more human

levi doesn’t admit it but eventually he warms up to the whole nickname thing, he likes that the names you both use are strictly reserved for each other

it makes him feel oddly special, it’s as if he plays a significant enough role to be given the privilege of another name

levi guesses that google was right all along maybe nicknames aren’t that bad

but whatever happens levi will never ever call you sugar plum or honey bun, he thinks he’d probably throw up before he’d be able to

that’s okay though, you aren’t too fond of those two either. you think you can live perfectly fine without them !!!

for now levi is lev and you are his love :-)

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