#tis feels awkwardly dramatic

[jentledaisies]

Hello.

I owe you an explanation. And an apology. And many more things.

Firstly, I am so sorry for a couple of things. Mainly, my continued absence over the past eight months. What was happening was personal and while I have my right tp privacy, the way I shut you all out and gave continued silence to you all was not right. especially in the last four.

But, we all know that even before that, my presence on this blog was spotty at best, though my promises were constant. Promises I didn't keep.

This is sounding very serious right about now as if in not a fan fiction blog but I did create some very close connections with a lot of you on here, only to completely ghost you.

Now, my explanation.

I believe I have alluded to this before but I have struggled with severe depression for most of my life. Stemming from my childhood and some surgeries I had at that time that helped exasperate it. I will avoid graphics but let me state that through my teen years I have attempted many times. I have been brought in for 72-hour watch three times. This is all a preface as when I was 18 I began receiving real treatment for everything. The same time I started this blog.

Basically, my absence is because I relapsed. Heavily.

I became so incredibly disinterested in everything I loved, this blog especially. I barely had energy to move, and im sure anyone who knows depression knows, I could barely even drink water. Eating food became boring, playing with my bunnies became a chore, and going to work was torture. And to be honest, That's all still really hard for me.

So that was why I was gone. And if you lost hope in my posting, or have grown bored of my blog and chose to leave I am so sorry to have let you down. I will be posting again, I don't know when but I will.

I have started new meds again, meds that seem to be working well. And I will be undergoing more thorough treatment soon, treatment that has worked exceptionally before.

I hope 2024 will bring forth happiness and love, for me and for you. I can promise it will bring new content at least.

So Happy New Year. And for the holidays that just passed, Happy Holidays.

#daisy diaries #tis feels awkwardly dramatic #but I am dramatic

[romanoffsbish]

Y/N (Natasha’s Version)

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Natasha x Bucky (blip / referenced)

Warnings: “Cheating” | Underage Drinking | Internalized Homophobia

Request | You heard the rumors from Darcy, unfortunately they were true—Natasha missed you, so she showed up at your party | WC: 2,799

Betty by Taylor Swift, sapphic canon not just coded and slightly aged up to the start of college (18+)

As the car rolled away, Natasha felt her throat constrict. Where there once was a sunset on the horizon, in blush waves of pink and orange, she only saw an apocalyptic sky where red slowly bled into grey.

——

The perfectly paved streets restored to their prior days as the pre-gentrified road of your shared Brooklyn suburb became her current hallucination. Tied to the tail pipe of your mother's beaten down corolla was her heart, thumping against the cracked pavement. The natural gaps in the organ were filled by pebbles. As the car disappeared she felt shattered, the string pulling her heart had broken and the organ fell into a pothole.

Is it over now? No, Natasha couldn't face that...

As your mom's Tesla turned left the redhead let the sob she had been holding in out. Her body collapsed into a shroud of darkness as her blackout curtains shut, the blankets atop of her mattress moved to suffocate her.

Good, she wanted to die; she knew she was being dramatic but in this moment it felt like her barely even an adult world had ended. Her hit list was growing steadily, first she would kill Wanda, her idiot best friend that posted the photo of her with Bucky.

They were awkwardly kissing, and the redhead deleted it from her stories in a matter of minutes, but it was too late. Darcy saw it, the mutual friend who moved to the same city as she had, and she blabbed instantly. The woman called Jane, who then confirmed that there was actual proof this time before she phoned you in.

Natasha returned to town just in time to see the one consequence she never pondered when experimenting; your face was neutral, but your eyes were crestfallen.

It was just a stupid experience she needed to have, a short summer fling, it lasted not even two weeks. It was reckless and she knows that now. You'd slapped her hand away just days ago, then in a split second she found out from Yelena that you were going to NYU.

The blonde saw you at her late orientation for those stellar high school students interested in an early start. Natasha cried that night knowing you were leaving, you wouldn't be taking the gap year with her anymore.

Your heart was attached to her line, and she never considered that she should've just talked to you. It should have occurred to her that you would be upset. Considering the two of you were together, in a sense; not exactly girlfriends, but far more than friends.

Natasha regretted the affair as soon as it started, but she just needed to know if her Russian parents, who were raised back home were ready for her truth.

James was a total gentleman, her parents would've loved him since the young boy was affluent with Russian and the culture, but he wasn't the right fit. Natasha knew that after one attempt at kissing him, his lips were gruff and his hands were just the same as they roamed her form, the touch filled her with dread.

Unlike yours, which never came without words of confirmation and were soft when granted permission. Natasha found immense comfort at the feeling of your pillowy soft lips against hers alongside your gentle roaming hands. It went beyond the physical touch too, which really only served to prove to her she was a raging lesbian. When she looked into Bucky's ice blue eyes she felt nothing, not even a tether of friendship, but with you she felt that obnoxious fluttering in her stomach, and the world she saw were more vibrant.

Every time you were near her body and mind felt serene, like she could rest around you without the unease she felt around most. Everything was different now and she felt it deep within. You're gone, and with you left the comfort and love she needed to breathe.

That night, as sleep inevitably consumed her tortured mind Natasha found herself determined to fix this. It was a misunderstanding—you'd understand, right?

——

A week had gone by, Yelena had mentioned how she ran into you at the cafe where you treated her to a hot cocoa. Not allowing the turmoil with Natasha to affect the way you approached her little sister. It had warmed her heart and even made her smile, then the blonde sarcastically mentioned that you looked sad, her harsh delivery sought to remind her sister it was her fault.

Though she didn't leave her with only the reminder of her shortcomings, but also of an opportunity to amend.

"There's a frat party this weekend, Y/N's going."

Which is why Natasha was racing down the stairs at 8pm on a Saturday. Normally you two would be cuddled up in her bed, watching your favorite show while surrounded by every snack known to man. The party lifestyle never appealed to either of you and a part of her ached as she wondered why you're going.

How deeply did her betrayal change your outlook on life? Did her foolish decision make you think you needed to change? Were you afraid you weren't lively enough? Fuck, did you intend to move on tonight?

Natasha shook her head when she heard a honk, the depressing thoughts having consumed her into a state where she was mindlessly driving. Fortunately, she didn't hit anyone and was able to focus her mind long enough to make it to the college where she saw chaos.

Bodies of various students bustled across the campus quad, some in the direction of the main buildings but majority of them headed to a road far off to the side of the grand lecture halls. On the left side were rather large houses painted in varied shades of pastel, they were clearly well maintained. On the right stood a parallel set of houses, but the paint job was dull and there were pieces missing from many of the fixtures.

What stood out most though, was the black house in the center of them all, currently surrounded by idiots with red solo cups in their hands. The bulk of them laughing at the joke another drunken fool had made.

Natasha cringed when a body collided into hers, and as if things couldn't be worse she recognized the woman, Darcy. The raven haired woman stood in shock for a split second before offering the familiar face a smile. It was lopsided and it was clear the woman was faded.

Natasha was annoyed initially, but quickly saw the woman as a means to an end. "Where's Y/N?"

The woman pursed her lips and shrugged. "Inside?"

As she should've expected, the blabbing stoner only offered information to others when it wasn't helpful. Natasha passive aggressively pushed by her and took the risk of entering the house full of underage bodies.

Loads of upperclassmen foolishly tried to stop her on her determined journey to you, but most were met with bruised nuts alongside their cowering egos. In a matter of thirty minutes she had checked the entirety of the cloudy building and a part of her beamed at that.

You were nowhere to be found, her heart hoped that you'd returned to the dorm she finessed out of Yelena.

There was a nervous flutter in her chest that brought her frantic searching to a pause and made her mouth run dry. A pang of fear that paralyzed her body in place as she now considered the endless possible outcomes.

Would you even open the door if you knew it was her?

The redhead was sure you didn't have peepholes but there's the likely chance of you slamming the door shut in her face, that felt worse. Not nearly as bad as her next thought, what if you were exploring too, just like she had with Bucky? Her hands became shaky at the hypocritical unease she felt about you moving on.

In her nervous state she took a sip of the punch before she promptly spit it back out into the red solo cup. If she wasn't nauseated before she sure as hell was now. A water bottle was just in her reach, properly cold and a perfect cure to wash away the disgust on her tongue. Just as she began to unscrew the lid though she found herself frozen again as she heard a familiar giggle.

Natasha's head spun to the left side then the right. A blur of pointless people filled her vision before she found the source of the laughter—her happiness.

Stood directly across the room, in a gorgeous red dress with a familiar leather jacket hanging loosely over your likely bare shoulders. Her cheeks tinted pink, a sense of relief nearly washed over her at the notion of you potentially not hating her like she feared. Then she frowned, you wore a bright smile as you sipped on a juice box. It warmed the heart of your once secret lover to see you looking so carefree, a stark contrast to the last time, just like she always remembered you to be.

This time though, you were enraptured by a stupid jock, they bore an uncanny resemblance to herself that made her stomach swoop with a fragile sense of hope.

If you looked for her in another, she stood a chance, even if it was microscopic and not guaranteed. Right?

Yes or no, it didn't matter. Natasha would not go down without a fight, she once beat off an entire group of boys for taunting you, she'd gladly do it again for you.

Fortunately for the redhead she wouldn't have to. It was like something out of a movie the way your eyes locked with hers, the sounds became muted and you felt a dull flutter in your stomach where it used to be a roaring surge of butterflies to symbolize a deep love. A swarm of tears hung at the edge of your lashes and the massive room suddenly became too claustrophobic.

Natasha didn't question it as you took off, nor did she hesitate to dart after you as you aimlessly ran out the back door and stumbled upon an unexpected garden.

Who knew the dude bros also bore green thumbs?

Natasha found you sobbing over their patch of carrots and couldn't refrain from softly chuckling. Even in your grief you were finding a way to be useful and it filled her with nostalgia, it was just so inherently you.

Once your eyes shot up to hers, narrowed and enraged she realized she wasn't as quiet as she thought. "Fuck off Natasha." The joy on her face neutralized as she fell to her knees in front of you, her instinct was to reach out—to pull you in, but with words left unsaid and your clear disdain verbalized she knew it was best not to.

Every other time she'd seen you cry she held you close, but in this moment all she could do was grab the loose, fraying threads of your light brown cardigan and wrap it around her tiny, chiseled frame as if hugging herself.

A part of you softened when your eyes caught the self-soothing move, and the urge for answers won over your decision to never speak to the heartbreaker again.

"Why?" Natasha's frown worsened, the crack in your voice mirrored the ones in both of your naive souls.

"I missed you," she instantly answers one of the questions attached to the simple word, "and I needed the chance to explain myself before you give us up."

"Us?" You scoffed and didn't even care that she flinched. "You moved on first Natasha, without even a heads up—I found out through the local pothead."

"No," she denied with a shaky voice, "I didn't mean."

"Oh please," you cut her off, "I don't do cliches Natasha and you very well know that. I just don't understand."

"Let me speak," she croaked desperately, "I don't know why I didn't come to you with this query det—Y/N."

A shiver of delight betrayed you as it ran down your spine when you heard the delicate beginnings of the pet name Natasha assigned to you in middle school. The notion alone should have been enough for the redhead to know, but feelings were never definite enough for her, much like her mom she leaned into empirical evidence and just this once it has failed her.

"I needed to know," she continued. "Know what?"

You saw the way her nail beds were raw and red, much like her eyes as she attempted to refrain from crying more as she whispered, "when I came out to Mama and Papa, I had to know if you were my one and only, or if the urge to kiss girls since pre-k was truly genuine."

"So you kissed some random guy? I wasn't enough?"

"I couldn't just trust my heart here," she replied with frustration clear in her tone, but she quickly softened as she saw your hurt expression, she reminded herself that this uncomfortable, targeted feeling was her fault.

"Why him?" Natasha saw an insecurity in your eyes that infuriated her at her core, as if he ever compared to you. "He was their type," she answered truthfully.

You hummed and turned away from her, staring out into the black abyss that was the forestry behind the college. It intrigued you, nearly enough to run into it but you saw the danger there, but as you peered over at Natasha again you found the resentment melted away; the butterflies found a gust of wind to flutter against.

You shakily found the nerve to ask her, "so, was I?"

A few seconds of silence followed as the redhead worked to understand your question, Natasha's lip trembled as your intentional verbiage left her feeling hopeless, but she spoke her truth, "You always will be."

A mix between a groan and humorless laugh left you, "I said no cliches Natty, if you want to win me over..." Instead of saying another word you stood up and left.

Natasha's eyes widened and she stumbled to her feet, intent on following you as you slowly walked back towards the party she had no particular interest in joining. To her satisfaction you merely smiled at a friend as you grabbed your bag from by the couch.

Wordlessly you continued out the front door, and a giggle left you once Natasha grabbed you by your hip from the side, her body twisted around you and her other hand landed on your other hip. The beauty wore a hesitant smile on her face as she peered up at you.

Natasha breathlessly pled, "Can I kiss you, please?"

"A kiss on the steps of a college frat party," you teased, a smirk on your ruby tinted lips, "is grossly overdone."

The redhead moved her arms around your waist and yanked you forward anyways, "cliches are romantic." Her anxiety bitten lips pressed into yours, of course you felt the way her body relaxed due to your touch and the last bit of doubt left your body as she spun you around until your legs wrapped around her waist.

In a moment of excitable weakness you sighed, "I only will accept kisses like this going forward." Natasha chuckled at the change up, and you glared instantly, "I refuse to be a spectacle though, so take me to the car!"

Natasha refused to take any chances with your bubbling forgiveness so she rushed forward, gentle as can be as she settled you into the raised truck. It was automatic as you reached for her aux, "let's go to our spot—you can continue to win me over with food..."

A soft kiss was placed on your cheek in thanks, you knew this because Natasha always did this after a fight. Usually it was over something silly, like who was the masked killer or where you two should get dinner, but it was always true, the action was a promise of peace.

The redhead put the car in drive, pulling onto the quiet roads of a rural New York mountainside, windows rolled down allowing you to enjoy the crisp air as she went slightly above the 50mph speed limit. Whenever she could she'd cast a glance your way, and even in the dark she could catch your radiant smile as you quietly sang along to, "begin again," by Taylor Swift.

After a few moments of quiet driving on the redheads part you felt the presence of a hand, crippled by hesitation hovering over your thigh. With a gentle finger you pressed it down and looked to her with a gaze that held both hesitation and a willingness to understand, to forgive and hopefully, to start anew.

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[m00nlight-ramblings]

Happy to Help

Your first period after joining the companions is causing some serious problems for you. Gale is happy to help alleviate some of your pain.

Pairings: Gale x reader who gets a period (no romance)

Warnings: reader gets period, mention of blood and pain.

Word Count: 1.34k

Requested: yes

A/N: graphic created by me. I do not give permission for my work (both writing and graphic) to be used without my permission.

The pain in your stomach burned as you tried to steady your breathing, creating a small "o" with your mouth. Your hand kept laying against your stomach even though you knew you wouldn't get much relief from anything at the moment.

"Gods..." You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your lower stomach lurched in a stab of pain, causing you to groan. Digging your heels into the bedding of your mattress, you tried to quiet your groan so that the rest of your companions wouldn't hear.

Of course, you thought glumly, the pain consuming your thoughts, Of course I'd get my period within the first few weeks of travelling with these new people, and of course it would be one of the worst ones I'd had in a while.

You knew it would have arrived sooner or later, but you were really hoping for the later option. Well...in all honesty, you were kind of hoping that your period would just disappear somehow now that you were on the most important mission of your life, but that was neither here nor there. Having your period was annoying enough when you were in the comforts of your home in Baldur's Gate, where you could properly rest with the right elixirs and cures. But now that travelling and fighting and rations were involved? Gods, cleaning the rags was enough of a hassle, never mind trying to push the shooting pain away while invading a goblin camp.

Straining against the blankets you wrapped in, you scrunched your face to try and (fruitlessly) ease the pain. The water you had dipped your cloth in to lay on your stomach had turned cold, and you didn't feel like exuding any of the little effort you had left to try and heat it up again at the fire.

Suddenly, there was a rapping on your tent flap. Gently you called, "Come in", but stayed laying on your bedding. Gale strode inside your tent, dressed in his nightwear. He tied your tent flap closed and awkwardly stood near the entrance.

"Hello. I wanted to come check on you," He said, his hands clasped behind his back. He took a step towards you, a soft smile on his face, "I know you're in pain-"

"Suffering," You corrected him, allowing yourself to be fully over-dramatic because fucking hells having your period was awful, "Not just in pain, I'm suffering."

"Sure, yes, suffering..." Gale's cheeks turned pink, "Well...I know that you are suffering, so I wanted to check on you. Can I get you anything? Admittedly, I obviously know nothing of the pain that menstruation can cause, but if I can help aid you in any way, I would be more than happy to help." He eventually ended up sitting on the stool next to your cot, gently resting one of his hands on mine. Your stomach lurched again and without thinking you grabbed his hand, squeezing it so hard you watched his fingers turn purple. He grimaced, but didn't make a sound.

"If you could rip my uterus out, that would be great." You spoke through gritted teeth, breathing heavily.

Gale chuckled lightly while shaking his head. He reached out to touch the water bowl by your cot, "Gods, this water is freezing. Here," With much struggle he ripped his hand from your death grip and hovered it over the water. He murmured a few words under his breath and suddenly the water started to steam, "Where is your rag?"

Silently, you nodded your head towards the rag on the trunk next to your bed. You closed your eyes again as you heard Gale take the rag and dip it in the water. He gently moved your hand away from your stomach and lifted your sleep shirt up and you felt the heat of the rag lay across your stomach. Breathing a sigh of relief, you opened your eyes again to look at Gale.

"Thank you," You spoke quietly, trying to offer a smile, "And...sorry for basically breaking your fingers."

He chuckled again and worked to spread the cloth across the entirety of your bloated stomach, "What is a little pain if I know I'm helping?"

"Do you speak so poetically as a way to let everyone know you're smart?" You asked, happy to feel some relief for the first time in an hour.

Gale's eyebrows shot up, "But...I am smart."

"We know."

"My fondness of poetry bleeds into my real life, I will admit," He said, leaning back a bit, "I cannot help if my tongue is practiced in more ways than one."

"Well now you're just bragging."

Gale laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling. Looking at you, his laugh subsided, but his smile remained. "I must say, I am very happy you decided to pull me out of that portal. Not just because you saved my life, but also because it is nice having you around camp. Your humor is a stark contrast to the doom and gloom that Lae'zel and Shadowheart tend to bring."

"When I'm no squeezing the hells out of your hands, you mean." You joked. Suddenly, pain seized your stomach again and you winced, groaning. Gale sighed and gently pressed the warm rag on your stomach.

"Well, if this is the worst that you bring to camp, I'll take it. You can't help what your body subjects you to," He removed the cloth and put his hand on your stomach, "If you'll allow me, I may be of some assistance-"

"Yes. Gods, yes. Whatever kind of magic you're about to do on my body to stop this, please do." You interrupted him, eyes wide. He nodded.

"Now, I must warn you, this is only temporary, so please don't think that I can completely...end this suffering. But, I'll do what I can!" He clapped his hands, rubbing them together. You nodded as you watched Gale close his eyes, eventually placing his hands on your stomach again.

As Gale spoke his incantation, a magical hum spread throughout the tent, and a dull light sprouted from his palms. Though the pain didn't subside, you felt a tingling sensation where his hands lay, and the strange sensation caused you to close your eyes. Suddenly, as quick as it started, it was over, and you waited.

There was no pain.

Absolutely none.

"Gale..." You said, cautiously sitting up, "Gods, you're a miracle worker! I don't feel anything!" You smiled and couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight, "Thank you! Oh, thank you!"

Gale chuckled and pulled back, nodding, "Like I said, it's only temporary...but it should be enough relief for you to get some sleep. No need to thank me - I'm more than happy to do it." He stood up slowly from the stool and noticed the basket full of your soiled rags in the corner, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I will be taking those to the river to wash."

"What? No, you don't have to do that. I'm pain-free now, so I can do it. Besides, it's my blood, and-"

Gale put up a hand to silence you, "Absolutely not. You-" He poked in-between your chest with a quick finger, "Need to rest. I may not know everything about this, but I know it takes quite a lot out of you. And we need our best ranger to be in tip-top shape. Besides," He moved towards the small basket, picking it up and resting it on his hip, "A little blood never scared me. Now...get back in bed. I will bring these back to you tomorrow. See you in the morning."

You stood watching him as he gave one final smile and left your tent. Happily - and gratefully - you flopped back down into your cot, sighing contently. Finally, some relief! You fell to sleep quickly due to the exhaustion, the smile staying on your face until the early hours of the morning.

At the creek that surrounded the camp, as he washed your rags, Gale's smile matched yours, happy to help.

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[gureumz]

lulong ka na sakin at parang hibang (soul ties)

rating: explicit

member: sunoo

notes: fem!reader, best friend/roommate!sunoo, dom!sunoo, light cnc, spanking, degradation (a lot), praise (a little), unprotected sex

a/n: i know i said i'll make this nasty, but i know i can do even worse than this hashfhs but for now, please accept this <3 title is a lyric roughly translating to "you're addicted to me as if you're crazy" from illest morena's soul ties.

you sigh heavily, letting your hand fall to your side. your breathing's heavy and the remnants of an orgasm slowly fade away as you catch your breath.

you eye the bullet vibrator in your hand, wondering when you were last fucked.

too fucking long ago, that's for sure.

you roll out of bed, a groan escaping your lips as you did so. lately, toys and your own fingers just barely got you across. you missed being fucked senseless, you missed the heated kisses, you missed the fingers buried deep in your cunt.

you knew you had your workload to blame for the lack of action. all the pent-up stress and late nights poring over client briefs were getting to you. you needed a release, an actual release, or else you're going to blow.

you walk out of your bedroom, stretching, enjoying the slight chill in your apartment amidst the hot summer day. dragging your feet the rest of the way, you find yourself in the living room. a movie plays on the tv, the lights dimmed for effect.

you turn to the man perched right in the middle of the sofa, leaning forward as if totally enamored with the scene displayed on the screen.

sunoo can get really serious with his movies.

"move," you mumble, squeezing into the plush loveseat. sunoo moves over, not even sparing you a glance. you make a face at him, wrapping your arms around one of his own, face squished against his bicep.

"it's late," sunoo points out, glancing at you momentarily.

"i know," you retort, yawning. sunoo chuckles, tugging his arm free.

"go to bed, _______. you have work tomorrow," sunoo informs, eyeing you with a slightly worried expression.

"can't sleep," you complain, sighing. "couldn't for the last few days, actually."

sunoo turns his attention away from the movie. "is there something wrong?"

you shrug, but you already know what's been keeping you awake at night.

"well, i can see you've been looking pretty miserable lately," sunoo offers sympathetically, running a hand up and down your back.

you groan, rubbing at your face.

"i just—," you begin, bringing your hands down to look sunoo straight in the eye. "don't laugh, okay?"

sunoo throws his hands up as if to say, 'go ahead'. you take a deep breath, thinking of how to formulate your next sentence.

"i think i'm just sexually frustrated," you admit. sunoo nods slowly.

you suddenly get the urge to avoid eye contact as you realize how blunt that came off. you busy yourself with a loose thread on your pajamas.

"oh," sunoo replies. there's an extended pause and you feel your insides churning in embarrassment.

"understandable," sunoo concludes, patting you on the back. you look back at him, a pained expression on your face.

sunoo laughs, pinching your cheek. for a moment, it hurts a little too much but it quickly subsides. you wonder how it would feel to have someone dig their nails into your skin as they grip your jaw.

you blink, trying to rid yourself of that thought. you huff, leaning back further into the couch.

"it just totally escaped me how long i've gone without fucking someone," you explain, mentally counting back the months since your last sexual encounter.

"how long has it been?" sunoo curiously asks.

"like, six months, give or take."

sunoo whistles lowly before chuckling awkwardly. "that is a long time."

"right?!" you affirm, frowning up at sunoo. "i bet you slept with someone lately."

sunoo laughs in disbelief, looking at you with a mix of surprise and indignation.

"how dare you speculate about my sex life?" sunoo says dramatically, elbowing you lightly in the arm.

"no speculation needed, sunoo," you inform, tilting your head towards him. "i can hear you."

sunoo's mouth falls open, eyes flitting momentarily to his bedroom door right beside yours. he looks back at you with a sheepish grin.

"well, i mean...," sunoo trails off, silently gesturing around with his hands.

"...yes."

you burst out laughing, swatting lightly at sunoo's thigh. you notice how short the shorts he's wearing actually are.

"i feel like i have to fuck someone soon or else i'm gonna explode," you complain, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling.

sunoo doesn't respond, joining you in fidgeting with another loose thread on your bottoms. you squirm, pulling away.

"that tickles," you comment absentmindedly.

"have you tried dating apps? how about that guy that you met at one of your events?" sunoo suggests, fingers now running over the velvety material of your pajamas.

"i don't know...guys on those apps are more often than not unsatisfactory," you point out. "and that guy from the event isn't all that good either."

"i see," sunoo replies. you turn to him and his eyebrows are pulled together as if he's deep in thought. he's still running his hand over your pajamas.

sunoo catches your eye and you stare for a moment. his hand stops dangerously close to your inner thigh.

"do you think you're good in bed?" you ask sunoo. he pulls his hand away, laying it on his chest as if to clutch at invisible pearls.

"why would you ask me that?" sunoo demands, seemingly offended, but his sentence breaks out into a giggle at the end.

"i don't know," you admit. "you have a lot of people over. i'm sure some of them are returning participants."

"wouldn't you like to know?" sunoo teases, sticking his tongue out at you before crossing his arms.

you pause. your eyes linger back down to the exposed skin of sunoo's thighs, smooth and seemingly flawless. you observe his forearms next, muscles taut against his chest, which, to your knowledge, is pretty firmed up. you meet sunoo's eyes and they immediately widen.

"don't say yes," sunoo warns, scooting to the end of the loveseat. he holds his arms out as if to ward you off.

you roll your eyes, turning away from him. "please, why would i want to know?"

"no, because...," sunoo begins. you look back at him curiously. "if you say yes, i'll say yes."

"for real?" you ask in surprise. you eye sunoo cautiously, looking for any indicator that this is a prank. you're positive this must be a prank.

sunoo nods.

"you're my best friend," you reason, still convinced he's pulling your leg.

"yeah," sunoo says with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "i'm helping you out. and, like, we both get something out of it."

"what are you getting out of it?"

sunoo gestures vaguely with his hands. "i get my dick wet?"

"that's weird," you deadpan.

sunoo sighs, reaching over for the remote to pause the movie still playing on the tv. he turns back to you and looks you directly in the eye.

"look, if you don't want to, just say so," sunoo says, raising an eyebrow.

"i—," you start.

you would be lying if you said you haven't thought about it before. someone with a dick and someone with a pussy renting a whole space together? when both are single? and in their early adulthood? the mind tends to wander.

sunoo stands from his seat. "last chance before i go to bed."

you bite your lip, giving sunoo a once-over. you're fully aware of the sounds that come from his room whenever he has someone over. the thought of sunoo doing...things to excite them that much stirs something in you.

"promise this won't make things weird?" you ask, standing up to get closer to sunoo's height. not that it makes much of a difference. he towers over you, either way.

sunoo smirks down at you, shaking his head no. he reaches out to you, rubbing up and down your arms.

"okay," you say, nodding.

"okay," sunoo mimics. he pulls you closer to him, nearly pressing your chests together.

"i'm going to kiss you now," sunoo warns, cradling one side of your face.

you nod, hypnotized by just how pretty he is up close.

"you have to tell me that you're okay with it," sunoo whispers, and you think you hear a hint of condescension in his voice.

"please," you whisper back. "kiss me."

sunoo wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. you gasp against the kiss, surprised at how intense sunoo starts out. he parts his lips and you mirror the action. the inside of his mouth is warm, your breaths mingling as sunoo roughly pushes you toward the direction of his room.

it's a challenge, walking backward the way you are right now, but sunoo keeps a firm grip on the back of your neck and on your waist, steering you where you need to go. finally, he gets his bedroom door open, practically shoving you inside.

the two of you stumble onto his bed, the wind knocking out of you for a moment as your back hits the mattress. sunoo hovers over you, hoisting you further up his bed as if you weighed nothing at all.

"safeword?" sunoo asks, hands slipping under your shirt. you swallow, thinking about what the two of you could possibly end up doing for it to warrant a safeword.

"p-pajamas," you mutter, feeling sunoo's fingers graze your breasts. sunoo nods, cupping both in his hands.

"can't believe you've been hiding these from me," sunoo comments mischievously, kneading away at your boobs.

you inhale, squirming under sunoo's touch. he squeezes, hard, and you back arches off the bed.

"ngh—!" you gasp, trying to pry sunoo's hands off you.

"what, i thought you wanted this?" sunoo questions innocently. he jams a knee to your core, and you mindlessly start to grind down, wetness instantly pooling between your legs at the friction.

"you're humping my leg like some desperate puppy," sunoo says with a chuckle. "you really must be so frustrated. aren't you, doll?"

you look at sunoo and his whole expression is darkened with lust. he's not the sunoo you cook breakfast with on weekend mornings, he's not the sunoo who counsels you on your numerous failed situationships, and he's definitely not the sunoo that cheerily greets you every time you get home from a long day at work.

this sunoo is set on one thing, and on one thing only: to give you what you asked for.

"please," you whimper. "please, i need it."

"need what?" sunoo asks, pulling away. you grab at him in desperation, wanting the feeling of his firm thigh back against your pussy.

"need you," you say in a hurry. "need you so, so bad."

sunoo grins darkly, eyes raking over your disheveled figure on his bed.

"where do you need me?" sunoo asks again, running his hands up and down your thighs. your legs immediately spread, and sunoo laughs.

"someone's forgotten how to speak, it seems," sunoo observes, two fingers pressing into your core through your clothes. your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp.

"pathetic, needy whore," sunoo says with overflowing venom. you shake your head, tears prickling in your eyes from the words. you feel your throat constrict, and you know you're about to cry.

it's a thrilling feeling.

sunoo makes a disappointed noise. "and a crybaby, too."

sunoo roughly grabs at your shirt, hiking it up over your boobs. "off," he commands.

you wiggle out of the garment as best you can while lying down, tossing it to the floor. sunoo dips down, latching on to one of your nipples. his tongue flicks against it mercilessly. his teeth graze it ever so slightly.

"s-sunoo," you whine. "too much, too much!"

"too much?" sunoo asks, pulling away. "baby, i'll show you what 'too much' is."

sunoo undresses, his half-hard cock in full view. you gape at it, unsure of what you were expecting, but you know for sure that it's mouthwateringly pretty.

sunoo harshly pulls your bottoms and underwear down, practically dragging you off the bed in the process. your heart beats wildly in your chest, still unable to comprehend how a gentle being like sunoo is acting this way with you.

"so wet," sunoo observes, toying with your cunt. he runs a finger lightly through your folds and your hips buck desperately.

"like this, sweetheart?" sunoo says lightly, teasing your clit with just the tip of his finger.

"more," you moan, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

sunoo increases the pressure against your clit, unwavering eyes watching your every reaction. you mewl and whine pathetically, wanting him to just give it to you.

"jesus, you really are just so ready to be fucked," sunoo says with a laugh. he plunges two fingers into you without warning and you cry out.

"is this what you want?" sunoo demands, grabbing your face so you could look at him. "want me to fuck you with my fingers and cock?"

you nod vigorously, a strangled moan ripping through you as sunoo's fingers stretch you out. he expertly moves them in and out, angling up to hit that one spongy wall in you. you feel pressure build up in your belly and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"yes!" you gasp, your whole pelvis moving up to meet his fingers.

sunoo's hand moves down to your neck, pressing you down to the bed. you try to breathe in but it proves difficult, and the subsequent lightheadedness feels like heaven to you.

"you really shouldn't go this long without getting fucked," sunoo says with a shake of his head. "it turns you into a greedy slut."

you cry for real this time, all the sensations assaulting you from all sides. you haven't been fucked this intensely before, and it feels so, so good.

suddenly, without warning, you feel the pressure give way in your abdomen, and you feel a gush in between your legs. sunoo lets go of your neck, caught off guard as well by what you've just done.

sunoo's sheets are drenched and you can see your release coating his arm and part of his chest and abs, too.

"you're killing me here, _______," sunoo smirks, shoving the fingers that were just inside you right into your mouth. you obediently suck, tasting the hint of saltiness of yourself.

"gotta find out what else you're hiding from me," sunoo concludes, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

in a second, he flips you over on your belly, your face shoved down onto the bed. you lay there, splayed out flat, fully in sunoo's mercy.

sunoo grabs you by your hips this time, pulling your ass flush against his front. you lift yourself up on shaky arms, your first orgasm rendering your limbs jelly-like.

a loud smack resounds inside the room, followed by a sting on your ass cheek. you lurch forward, caught by surprise.

another spank rains down on you, and another, and then another. you lose count after five as your mind hazes over.

"please," you beg, tears spilling once again from your eyes. "no more, no more, no more!"

sunoo leans down so his lips are right next to your ear. "no more? do you want me to stop, angel?"

you shudder as sunoo's breath tickles your ear. you merely sob in response, the throbbing in your pussy the only thing you can focus on at the moment.

sunoo tenderly kisses your temple. "one last."

sunoo delivers his hardest spank yet, and you wail, burying your face into his pillows. you nearly lose all coherent thought, the only thing on your mind being the need for sunoo to fuck you brainless.

you collapse on the bed entirely, body shaking. whether from anticipation, pain, or exhaustion, you can't seem to figure out.

you're flipped back over onto your back and you see sunoo leaning over before kissing you sweetly. he rubs at your sore backside, trailing kisses down the side of your face.

"good girl," sunoo mumbles against your skin. he pulls away just enough to gaze at your tear-streaked face.

"you okay? do you need a break?" sunoo asks, expression back to the one you're most familiar with, the one that belongs to the person you swear could never do the things he just did.

you shake your head, still feeling the ache in your core.

"please sunoo," you implore. "need you inside. need you to fuck me."

sunoo's eyes darken again as he nods, pulling himself upright. he yanks your legs apart, observing your glistening pussy. he brings his hand down to it, a wet smack echoing throughout the room.

you let out a garbled noise, your whole body jerking in response. sunoo repeats this a few times.

"gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?" sunoo interrogates, looking at you expectantly.

"yes! yes, please, fuck me!" you say, voice strained.

sunoo pulls you closer to him, smashing your lips together in a messy kiss. you eagerly kiss back, clinging to him as if he might disappear at any moment. sunoo angles his hips and slides inside you in one swift motion.

you groan at the sudden fullness, feeling sunoo deep inside you. he fucks you harshly, pushing you down on the bed and into a mating press. you watch sunoo's face scrunched up with concentration, sweat dripping down his chiseled features.

"fuck, you feel so good," sunoo grunts. "gonna fuck this pussy every day."

you clench down at those words. "please, need you like this every day."

sunoo moans, head thrown back as he continues to fuck into you with abandon. you're overwhelmed yourself, your walls stretching and stimulated from the drag of sunoo's dick in and out of you.

"sunoo!" you cry out, mind blanking with nothing else but your best friend filling your brain. "sunoo, sunoo, fuck yes, sunoo!"

"yeah, let the neighbors hear," sunoo taunts, this time, striking you across the face. your vision blurs for a moment, more shocked than hurt.

"you want them to hear, don't you?" sunoo goes again, slapping you from the other side of your face. you don't even know what you say in response, but you assume it pleases sunoo to hear because he adjusts his angle with a groan and fucks into you even faster.

"dirty whore," sunoo says through gritted teeth. "making your best friend fuck you just because you haven't had dick in months."

you let out a string of curses, the overwhelming pressure building up again inside you. you're positive that this one will be even bigger than the first.

your orgasm seizes your entire body, your limbs tensing up as you're overtaken by pleasure. sunoo moans out your name, sheathing himself fully inside you as he cums, shooting his load deep within your walls. you make a mess all over yourselves again, your juices seeping out and dribbling onto the bed.

sunoo catches himself before he tumbles over, pulling out abruptly. you whimper, the sudden ache of emptiness surprising you. sunoo sits up, watching you intently. you lay there, a gasping, crying mess.

"sshh," sunoo soothes, pulling you into his arms and cradling you to his chest.

"you did so well," sunoo compliments, kissing you on the forehead. you take big gulps of air as you steady your breath, blinking away the remainder of your tears.

"that was amazing, sun," you mumble, words slurring around the edges as exhaustion catches up to you.

"thank you, baby," sunoo says, smiling down at you. "so were you."

you grin sleepily, laying your head on sunoo's chest.

"don't sleep yet, dumbass," sunoo says, laughing. "we made a mess, so we gotta shower."

you whine in protest, curling further into sunoo. your best friend sighs, carefully sliding off the bed, grunting as he scoops you into his arms.

"come on," sunoo begins chirpily. "i'll clean you up."

"thank you," you respond, kissing sunoo's neck. "love you."

sunoo giggles, attacking you with multiple kisses to the face.

"love you, too."

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunoo smut #sunoo scenairos #w: sunoo

[jjkeremika]

Goofy

description: you think levi’s too serious. he thinks you’re too goofy.

levi ackerman (aot/snk) x reader (fem!reader), levi x you

disclaimer/warning(s)?: aot universe (you’re a scout); historia/sasha/ymir/you/armin friend group; hair pulling; NSFW

“fuck, marry, kill…” sasha giggled at the prompt before ymir even finished the sentence, which caused historia and you to laugh too. ymir ignored everyone and counted the men on three fingers as she spoke their names into the game. “erwin, levi, eren.”

“oooh!” historia squealed, her palms covering her open mouth, resting into her knees and sitting onto the backs of her calves. “i have to think about this one…”

“booriiing,” sasha sighed dramatically and loudly, dropping her head to her arms. she drew a heart in the loose dirt with her finger and kicked her legs in the air. “connie and jean aren’t even in this one…”

ymir scoffed, “sh’yeah,” rolling her eyes and scowling, kicking at the building’s wooden siding, “there’s a reason for that.”

“do you think captain would kill me if i killed him?” sasha asked sincerely, pausing her art to glance around the small crowd. “he scares me.” she glanced to her left and right before chuckling out, “and not in the good way.”

you shrugged, mentally disagreeing. definitely in the good way. “hey, they each have their perks.” you lifted one hand in the air. “marrying erwin means good eats…” you smiled at the array of considerate nods as everyone remembered his campfire stew. you raised the other hand. “levi guarantees clean living.” you thought back to him in his white apron, the handkerchief tied up in his hair, the broom handle firmly held in his grip.

ymir cackled crudely, leaning deeper into her slump against the wall. “what’s eren’s perk?”

you pursed your lips playfully and dropped your hands to your lap. “he’s… passionate,” you supplied weakly, high-pitched, shrugging awkwardly, the other perks of marrying the captain still occupying your mind. you opted for a joke instead, “his girlfriend’s hot.”

sasha laughed and pulled some more grass from the ground, letting it fall into the rest of the pile. ymir glanced at historia before chuckling and nodding in agreement.

“i feel bad killing eren,” historia added quietly, talking to herself, oblivious to the rest, “but mikasa might kill me if i don’t…”

you guffawed and clapped once, which took historia out of her own mind with an embarrassed blush. “tori, its a game.” you tapped her arm. “you can fuck her boyfriend in a game.”

you caught historia and ymir look to each other before both hurried to look away; historia with a nervous sheen and ymir with a disappointed scowl. “would you even want to?” she muttered into her shoulder.

“what about you, ymir?” you asked, gesturing to her with a nod of your head and a faux evil smirk.

“eh, i’d kill all of ‘em,” she answered plainly, a noticeable contrast to the mischievous light in her dark eyes, “and play with their girlfriends.”

you and sasha made amused eye contact and hid your laughter in your palms, sasha practically screaming.

you all but swallowed your tongue when historia directed her question towards you, “you’d fuck levi, right, y/n? would you care if i did, too?”

ymir sneered and rolled her eyes again, and you heard sasha whisper to her, “girl. why did you even ask?”

you blushed, suddenly aware of the heat of attention. you tugged at your shirt collar, finding it too tight. “w-why do you say that?”

“uh,” ymir replied first, like it was obvious, like it was confusing to them why you were even asking, “because you want to fuck him?”

you rotated your attention between your three girl friends while ymir and historia giggled. the unpleasant heat overtook your body. “n-no, that’s not what i…” you settled on historia, taking a mini deep breath, trying to ignore the uncomfortable rustling in your chest. “why would i care if you chose him?”

historia’s face lit in nervous surprise. “o-oh, b-because you…” she tilted her head to the side, raised her eyebrow. she questioned herself as her sentence tapered off. “don’t you…?”

“hey!” the four of you jumped at armin’s sudden appearance from behind the building. he had the same bright, wide smile on his face that he always did when he approached the four of you, like a younger brother desperately trying to fit in with his older sister and her friends.

he sat in the circle with his legs crossed between ymir and sasha. a spot he now claimed as his own. he smiled at each of you. “what are you girls talking about?”

you felt your body temperature rise as the thought of armin already knowing popped into your mind, as you wondered if he’d overheard everything and timed the perfect entrance, the perfect cover.

historia’s eyes were fixed to the pile of grass near sasha’s fist. sasha repeatedly traced the same shape in the dirt before her. ymir debated kicking armin’s cheek with the heel of her boot.

“are you one of the girls, armin?” you asked with a straight face. ymir, historia, and sasha all looked to him simultaneously. “do you swear your clitoris to the greater girlie good?”

you bit back your smirk as you watched the adam’s apple in his throat bob, as you noticed the small droplets of nervous sweat forming in his hairline. sasha and ymir hid their smug smiles behind their hands.

“you have to answer the question, armin,” sasha added, nodding convincingly. “you can’t be one of the girls if you don’t.”

“pretty simple stuff,” ymir added casually, checking her fingernails. “we all did.”

“swear it every day,” historia mused quietly, the four of you sharing a smile.

his flushed face made the bright pink blush oh so noticeable. armin played with his fingers, slumped lightly in his position. “does it, um. w-well. c-can i swear on an honorary cli—” he interrupted himself with a loud swallow. “o-one? can i swear on an honorary o-one?”

the four of you made bemused eye contact with each other before looking back to armin. you shrugged as historia giggled behind her palm. “yeah,” you answered casually, “we’ll allow it.”

“you have to say the word though, armin,” ymir threatened, sitting upright and moving closer to him, “say clitoris, armin. say. it.”

“ymir, stop,” historia denounced, moving to grab her shoulder, yanking her back, “don’t harass him.”

ymir rolled her eyes, but let historia drag her closer. “it’s literally a word, tori. he’s a big boy. he can say clitoris.” she turned her head to look at historia, whose face was only inches away. “you say it.”

you and sasha chuckled awkwardly, turning your attention away from them. “uh, ignore them,” you told armin, “we were just playing fuck, marry, kill.”

*******************

sasha chuckled quietly into the crook of her elbow as she blatantly watched ymir draw a cartoon of the commander and the captain in armin’s notebook.

poor armin was just trying to take notes on the formation and erwin’s tips and suggestions when ymir leaned over and started drawing mildly offensive caricatures of the whole team. you tuned out of the lecture as she was drawing one extremely tall and one extremely small cartoon.

you peered at the doodle from over armin’s shoulder and your fingernails squeezed into the coarse green fabric of the cape to distract you from laughing.

“make hange a pet titan. give levi a mop. give erwin a horse,” sasha not-so-quietly whispered to ymir, “oh! oh! no! make levi his horse.”

“sasha, shut the fuck up,” ymir quietly retorted, trying not to laugh more than anything else, “youre not funny.”

armin put his pencil down and hid his entire face behind both of his palms. sasha mockingly repeated ymir’s sentence as she leaned back into her chair. “yeah, well, you’re not nice,” she concluded and rolled her eyes, crossed her arms in a huff.

you tapped ymir’s arm from behind armin’s back. “give him a leash,” you added, gesturing to levi with a nod to the front of the room.

ymir snorted and shook her head disapprovingly, but her pencil started moving to oblige. “yeah, you’d fucking like that wouldn’t you.”

armin looked to you curiously, but you glanced levi up and down. “oh, yeah.” you nodded repeatedly, a smirk settling as your jaw locked. “i’d ride him all day.” armin’s wide eyes caught your attention, and the color flushed from your cheeks. “l-like a horse.” you felt the heat prickling under your skin.. you wondered if he knew. “like how you… how you ride a… horse.”

armin nodded slowly, concern and confusion bubbling in the blue. you started to laugh uncomfortably. “armin, stop. don’t look at me like that.” you pushed his face away with your palm.

“y/n! quit messing around!” levi shouted, the authoritative command stimulating each nerve and crawling under your skin. his voice echoed in the room.

you felt the entire room’s eyes settle on you. you smiled in disbelief that he singled you out, again. “aye, aye, captain,” you sang monotoned and coldly saluted, digging your toes into your shoes when you saw the slightest twitch of his eyebrow.

**************

“did you guys see levi’s new boots today?” historia asked in between a bite of her salad, the tiny tomato rolling off from the fork tine.

sasha glanced up at her then to you. “highly surprised that didn’t come from y/n.”

“shut up,” you chirped, stabbing the cucumber with your fork, “i would’ve asked if you saw his cock outline, so,” you added, punctuating your sentence by biting into your lettuce, winking.

ymir and sasha laughed boisterously. historia nearly choked on her kale. “oh my god, stop,” she mumbled between small coughs, covering her mouth politely, “i was just pointing out his new boots have heels.”

“ooh, tall boy,” ymir snarked, pointed at historia with her fork, “that’s sexy.”

“wait, did you see his outline?” sasha asked you, reaching her hand across the table to cover yours.

you shook your head and chuckled lightly, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “in those jeans? no.”

“i think they’re riding boots so they add a couple inches. he was almost as tall as mikasa when i saw them together earlier,” historia continued.

“do you think he’ll ride you with those boots?” ymir diverted the conversation, pointing to you.

sasha cackled and clapped her hands. “shit, he can if he wants to,” you answered with a laugh, a pink blush hugging your cheeks. you felt neighboring eyes turn to your group.

“not with the boots,” historia murmured into her hand, rubbing at her forehead, trying not to laugh along with her friends.

“yes with the boots!” sasha yelled along too loudly for comfort, slapping the table excitedly.

fellow scouts at the nearby tables started looking over. “she just pegs him,” ymir added with a loud cackle, knocking her arm against sasha’s chaotically.

sasha fell into her arms on the table, drowning her laughter out. “ymir!” historia yelped, her fork rattling against the bowl, her innocence plastered bright red on her cheeks.

“boots stay on,” you added cheekily before taking a deep breath and stabbing at more lettuce. sasha wiped at her eyes and inhaled deeply.

“i was kidding!” ymir excused herself loudly, arms raised in an unapologetic defense.

“i wasn’t,” you said. you made wide eye contact with sasha before ironically following with, “who said that?” and watching your friend break out into another fit of laughter.

“y/n!” the shout cut through the cafeteria chatter like an elephant on thin ice. you felt the syllables dig into your skin with sharp fingernails and claw its way to your skull. “cut that shit out!”

the chatter and laughter in the room fled into eerie silence as you turned your to see levi glaring at you with a burning scowl. “whatever you saayy,” you sang sourly, muttering “captain buzzkill,” under your breath and outbreaking into a giggle afterwards.

a confident heat rose in your chest as you noticed levi’s lip and eye twitch in sync. you felt his watchful eyes linger on you the rest of the night.

**************

“we’re going to have to separate the four of you,” commander erwin announced, glancing at each of you individually but spending most of his time on you: the one deemed most problematic. “the four of you are loud and disruptive.”

ymir rested her arm comfortingly around historia, who was starting to tear up from being reprimanded. “that’s dumb. eren is way more disruptive and he’s still around,” she grumbled, which earned her a slap on the wrist from historia.

“yeah! why are getting separated when we haven’t even done anything?” sasha questioned confidently, but sank in her seat as soon as levi and erwin’s dark glares casted over her.

levi’s settled on you. “ask captain goofy over here,” he answered disgruntled, his face twitching in and out of a tight scowl. he crossed his arms defensively across his chest.

you scoffed. “goofy?” you stared at the visibly disturbed captain in disbelief. “i do less than everyone else!”

“stop,” erwin demanded, seemingly purposefully lowering his voice. he straightened out his spine. “you are all disruptive to the learning environment.”

“oh, brother,” sasha groaned, resting her cheek into her fist, “some learning environment.”

“have you considered that the learning environment is stupid?” ymir objected, and historia slapped her arm again.

“quiet,” levi said as he stepped forward, the platform heel of his boot clicking against the tile. “you’re further proving the point.”

the group of girls smirked. ymir glanced him up and down. “nice boots,” she chided, sitting back in the chair and resting her shoes against the desk, “one inch? two inches?” she eyed him curiously as she held up three fingers. “three?”

you and sasha giggled. “did she put you up to this?” levi asked ymir directly, sharply, meanwhile he pointed at you.

you scoffed in disbelief, again. you turned to the commander, argumentatively held out a flat palm towards levi. “i breathe and get accused from captain cruel.”

“knock it off,” levi ordered, his eyes immediately fixing towards you, intimidatingly stepping towards you, still pointing at you, “you’re on thin ice.” his jaw locked.

you thought about licking it. “or what?” you felt hot under his intense gaze. you couldn’t help but cynically smile. “you’ll call me goofy again?”

you caught him off guard, saw the slight panic in his eyes when you didn’t stand down.

he took another step forward, a fire replacing the split second of nerves, and he debated pulling you down to him by your hair. he debated making you regret the scene. and he debated doing it in front of everyone.

“oh, hey, everyone,” the familiar voice greeted, a wave of sheer innocence washing over the stiff, tense room. “is there a meeting i didn’t know about?” armin quickly glanced around, tilting his head questioningly when he noticed levi. “oh, captain, did you swear your clitoris to the greater girlie good, too?”

you pursed your lips and crossed your legs to stay quiet and nonchalant as the girls broke out into hysterical laughter. you watched the deep red break out on levi’s face, practically watched the steam seep out of his ears.

erwin ignored the comment, awkwardly walked armin out, but levi was glaring at you like he couldn’t decide if he should murder you now or later.

“everyone out. now,” levi ordered, his tone verging bloodthirsty, a pitch none of you have heard before. the room erupted into a myriad of noise as chairs and shoes collided with the floor. “not you.” the index finger pointing towards you was overkill. his stare was burning countless holes into your stature. you were practically melting into the ground.

he glared daggers and spears and bullets until you were scraps hanging by threads. his stare hardened until you two were the only ones left in the room, when his facade collapsed and his face contorted into haughty anger and confusion.

“I don’t fucking get you,” he admitted after minutes of aching silence, leaning against the desktop.

“join the club,” you muttered, checking your fingernails, “i don’t get you either.”

his fist slapped against the table, the painful noise reverberating through the vacant room. your attention shot to him. “i didn’t fucking say you could speak.” his tone trailed off as he spoke. you noticed him shake out his hand.

you gasped in disbelief. “jeez, are you always this tense?” you tentatively took a step forward, eying him cautiously. you paused when he glanced over.

“you make me tense!” he shouted, exasperated, flailing his arms in the air. “fucking something about you just… irritates me.”

“poetic,” you responded instantly, defensively. you cocked your hip and crossed your arms.

“jesus, y/n, not everything’s a fucking joke!” he pinched the bridge of his nose and refused to make eye contact with you.

you shrank in your spot, shriveling and wilting like a thirsty, neglected plant. you liked when his attention was on you. “better that than everything being deathly serious,” you retorted defensively, meekly, “you’ll have a heart attack, living like that.”

he huffed, flicked his head to fix the strands of hair that fell out of place, the ones not worth the energy to touch. “no one will ever take you seriously. you’ll always be—”

“goofy?” you interrupted, wearing a tiny smile. you couldn’t help it. he was shining in the waning sunlight sneaking in through the exposed windows.

his expression didn’t waver, the same stern, crass look plastered on his face, but now with an amused glint in his eyes. levi closed the gap between you by a couple steps.

“yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, reaching his hand up and squishing your cheeks together, “always a fucking joke.”

you looked down at him, absentmindedly bending your knees to bring him closer to eye level. the skin was tingling under his touch. he took the distracted opportunity to ravel one fist in your hair and pulled down, throwing you to the floor.

a stinging signal spread to your eyes as thousands of nerve endings prickled along your scalp. “agh, fuck!” you cried, your hands reaching to cup the irritated skin, “uh, ow!”

his hand was wrapped in your hair again within seconds. he knelt down and pulled your head upwards, forcing you to make eye contact. the blood rushed through your veins and you felt the scared adrenaline amplifying everything. every unsettling itch racing through your bloodstream.

“what? can’t take a joke?” he hissed, every muscle in his body locked and tensed like being this close to you was physically tough for him.

“some joke,” you grumbled weakly, meeting his fiery gaze and feeling your stomach flip and drop and define new movements. you felt sparks at the friction between your legs as you squirmed.

you flinched as his face inched closer, as he inspected you. “let me guess.” he ignored you. his nose brushed against the thin sensitive skin of your neck, teased against the perky hairs near your ear. “punishment’s not really your thing?”

the uncharacteristic whimper escaped as soon as you felt his lips less than a hair’s width from your skin. you swore you felt a smirk before he ripped all contact away and tugged mercilessly on your hair, lifting you to your feet.

you had no time to process before his hands were roughly grabbing your sides and hips and he was forcibly walking you backward until your thighs collided with the hard desk and you fell over, your ass hardly and uncomfortably landing against the solid material, your feet lifting up from under you. you threw your arm back behind you to brace your fall, prevent you from uncontrollably sliding off the desk, but your hand collided with air and you only fell further, your stomach leaping into your throat at the free fall.

“ah!” you whined as you felt caught by levi’s firm grip in your hair, a life-saving tether that sparked inexplicable feelings elsewhere. you felt a couple strands of hair detach at the force. you didn’t really care.

you looked to him as his free arm swept around your waist and pulled you closer, your lower cheeks bracing his warm upper thighs and your face erupting into pinks and reds as his prominent erection settled just above the warmest bud of your body, where you wanted to touch the most.

he let go of your hair, gently caressed the fiery nerves of the roots and stared into your eyes. his eyes were softening the longer he stared at you like this, the longer he thought about how hot and itchy and uncomfortable your roots must be.

you couldn’t help yourself. not when you knew what was going to ensue when you did.

“got any more jokes, funny guy?” you asked him sarcastically, smirking arrogantly, inching your nose closer to his.

#short kings anthem #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi x you #levi smut #levi x fem!reader #levi x reader smut #jjkeremika #levi x y/n #i’ll make an actual smut pt2 prolly

[therabbitthatpostthings]

I admittedly made Nanami a lot less mean than the original post intended. Idk, I just feel like he's better at hiding his emotions, the only person who truly riles him up is Gojo. I just can’t imagine him foaming at the mouth with jealousy in sorryyy

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“You never get this dressed up for me.” Gojo dramatically sighed

“And yet, you look extra put together today.” You gestured to his half button silk shirt.

“No need to be jealous, not all of us can look this amazing.” He smirked

You swallowed your come back and turned back to checking your reflection in the passenger window. You took solace that at least Gojo’s ‘extraness’ offset your outfit. Then again, who could outshine Gojo Satoru?

“All this ‘cause your two boyfriends are showing up?” He chuckled

“Nanami finally agrees to come out with us! Can’t I be a little excited!”

“A little.” Gojo scoffed to himself.

Nanami wasn’t having much luck either. Punctual as ever, Nanami stood outside the bar in an off white shirt and slacks, his jacket hung over his arm. Like Gojo, he switched his regular eyewear for tinted glasses. He was already regretting spending his day off like this but couldn’t bring himself to not come. Even after Shoko and Utahime canceled, something pulled him to this outing. Being stuck with you flirting and Gojo non-drunk-drunk ramblings wasn’t exactly an ideal situation but, he couldn’t shake the idea of you being alone and possibly vulnerable with Hasegawa. Something still bothered him about it all. Everything fell too nicely into place. Yaga was very tight lipped about Hasegawa’s sudden inclusion, Nanami was beginning to think that he wasn’t told all the details either. All Yaga would say is that Hasegawa would be working in Tokyo until he had a “suitable” place in Kyoto. He never specified just what kind of work he would need to be so close to both schools but Nanami had a hunch.

He brushed the thoughts away as he heard a familiar voice call out to him. Hasegawa hurried over, “Big city life really isn’t for me.” He wore a black and brown button up over a white shirt. The short sleeves and black pants showed just how skinny he was compared to Nanami and Gojo. With his hair tied back he looked younger. Very different from the disheveled man he was imagining. “Am I late?”

“No, (L/N) and Gojo should be here soon.” Nanami answered plainly

“Fashionably late, that’s (Y/N) for you. They always like this- oh right, you don’t come drinking much do you?” He laughed awkwardly.

“I couldn’t find the time until today so, I wouldn’t know what (L/N) is like.” Nanami replied

“Oh, I guess you two aren’t that close.”

“We’ve drifted apart over the years but I considered them a friend back in highschool. They were my upperclassmen.”

“Ah! No way! That makes me older than you!” He smiled.

His ability to switch attitudes at the drop of a hat was impressive. Nanami was already at a bar he didn’t want to be at and was wasting his day off. The last thing he wanted to do was play mind games with this strange man.

(L/N), just what is your relationship with him?

You and Gojo, mercifully, arrived and stopped the conversation that quickly turned one-sided. You thanked Ijichi and hesitantly stepped out of the car. It was strange seeing you dressed up and outside your normal attire. Not even on the joint missions You and Nanami used to go on were you ever this casually dressed.

“Hope we didn’t keep you two waiting,” Gojo grinned, watching Nanami hold his gaze on you.

“No, I just got here.” Hasegawa replied. He stepped forward towards you, “(Y/N), you never fail to amaze me.”

“At least buy me something before you sweet talk me.” You jokingly rolled your eyes. You turned back to Nanami, “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“It was no problem.” Nanami stated. You two stood there for a moment before Gojo broke the silence and led everyone inside. Not even a single drink down and he already knew this would be an entertaining night.

* ✧ *

It was such a shame that Utahime and Shoko couldn’t make it. Gojo desperately needed someone to witness the minefield he was watching unfold. He could call Mei Mei but it would cost him more than anything she would order. Alas, he had to be entertained all alone. Nanami, suddenly very invested in the stories You and Hasegawa had to tell about the life you lived before coming back to Tokyo. Hasegawa, not at all subtly flirting with you and challenging Nanami. And You, unaware of it all.

Just when he thought this would be another night of complaining about work, he’s treated to a show.

“Excuse me,” You finished your drink and left for the restroom. With you gone, Hasegawa turned to the two men.

“What was (Y/N) like back then, weren’t they your senior?” He smiled nonchalantly.

“(Y/N) hasn’t changed much since then, they’re still the same.” Gojo replied.

“Ah, so still loud and fun.”

Gojo smiled, like a lightbulb went off in his head. “Yeah, they used to go around telling everyone they would marry Nanami one day.”

Nanami took a hard swallow of his drink glaring daggers at Gojo. Gojo returned the favor, peering over the rim of his glasses.

Hasegawa laughed, “That’s funny, (Y/N) barely mentioned you at all. It was so long ago though, you shouldn’t take it to heart.”

His fist clenched around the glass, “Funny. I could say the same for you.”

Before he could respond, Hasegawa got a phone call and excused himself outside.

Gojo whistled once he was out of earshot, “You really know how to welcome a guy to town.”

“Gojo, I wouldn’t advise you to be so casual around someone you just met.”

“Aww are you worried about me.” Gojo teased. “Or worried about, someone else?”

Though Nanami didn’t show it, Gojo knew he struck a nerve.

He continued, “You know, if a stranger is going to be around my students, I’d want to know about it.”

“And what do you know?”

“He was stationed in America a year out from graduating, that’s it.” Gojo said in a serious voice .

“That’s all you know?”

“That’s all I’ve heard.” It bothered Gojo that everyone seemed to know except him. Especially when it came to his student. Of course the higher ups wouldn’t make it so easy. They could risk it. Gojo can’t. For now though, Hasegawa wasn’t a threat to anyone. Well…

“I will worry about Yuuji, I’m his teacher. You should worry about your competition.”

“Competition?” Nanami scoffed.

Gojo smirked. “Isn’t that why you don’t like Hasegawa, Nanamin?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“If you're worried about (Y/N) changing their mind,don’t be. They are still utterly in love with you!”

“Like that’s what I would care about right now.” He was annoyed but the blush on his face betrayed him.

“You deny it?” Gojo smirked.

“We have more pressing issues to worry about.” Nanami stated.

“Right, so Hasegawa can steal (Y/N) away and it won’t bother you? I guess that’s a way to get rid of him.”

Nanami rolled his eyes, “(L/N) can do whatever they want, it’s not my concern.”

“What’s not your concern?” You asked, appearing behind them. Nanami almost choked on his drink.

“About how you were so worried Nanami wouldn’t like your hair-”

“Gojo!” You whined.

“What? Nanamin already knows you love him! Why hide it?”

“I’m not hiding it. Not everyone needs to know.”

“Really? A couple years ago you would have been screaming it from the rooftop. Have your feelings changed so much?” Gojo jokingly gasped.

“My feelings never changed, I will always want Nanami but at least I’m less pushy about it now.” You huffed sitting down, “Nanami, I want you to think of me as a friend, okay?”

“Right..” that was all he could muster.

* ✧ *

The cool nighttime air hit your face as you and Nanami huddled out the bar first. You placed your phone back in your pocket after hanging up with Ijichi. You and Nanami had a higher tolerance but it still concerned you for him to drive home or ride the train alone. Nanami thanked you, of course.

“I sobered up because I knew Ryo would get hammered.” You assured him.

“You two must have gone out a lot.”

“Yeah, but that was years ago,” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad you came tonight Nanami. I hope we can still hang out like this.”

“Yeah. Of course.” For once Nanami didn’t know how to speak to you. The air around you had shifted and it felt like you two were on the same plane of existence, finally. The distance he was worried about before suddenly became shorter. He saw you differently. A part of him thought it was ridiculous, come Monday morning you’d be back to your aggressive flirting. Was that really a bad thing though?

Gojo and Hasegawa came hurdling out the door before he could think any further. “(Y/N)-chan!!!!” Hasegawa cheered. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, “Take me home with you!”

“You’re too old to be acting like this.” You laughed. “I should get him to bed. See you guys later.”

“Get home safe.” Nanami called out. For a moment he saw Hasegawa look back and smirk at him. He’s drunk…

Gojo cleared his throat, “Lighten up, like you’d lose to someone like him.”

“Gojo, please do not make assumptions about people.”

“Oh that is rich coming from you!”

#no beta we die like men #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #kento nanami #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[bits-and-babs]

I just read Playboy and... Oh boy. Damn. Bashful Joel is *the best.* Also, I'm so curious if they woke up Ellie lmao that would be horribly, deliciously awkward

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 819

warnings: awkward. Very subtle references to smut. Not proof read.

note: I loved this ask so much that I had to write it just for funsies. I think I try really hard (too hard) sometimes to be a serious writer when sometimes I’m in need of a little bit of fun! See the fic that inspired this ask here. PLEASE NOTE: at the end of this there are two dashes ( - - ) there is a glitch removing the last paragraph of my fic so this is the only way I can curb it!

Fuchsia blurs across Ellie’s cheekbones, encroaching on the skin of her throat and exposing her obvious discomfort in the silvery reflection of the wing mirror. You chew on the inside of your cheek raw as you watch her for hours, her eyes staring into the obscure image of the passing evergreen outside the window as though she was experiencing shell shock.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Kid,” Joel speaks up through the silence, his eyes drifting up to the wing mirror glass and assessing the image of Ellie’s reflected mortification. Outwardly cringing, she glances forward at Joel and shrugs awkwardly.

“Yeah, well, you were ‘uncharacteristically’ loud last night,” she mumbles under her breath, and you swear you feel your insides curdle. Joel’s eyebrow arches slightly in question, but you know exactly what she’s touching on, swallowing back your urge to explain and apologise.

“Gotta speak up, Kiddo. Can’t hear you on that side,” Joel reminds Ellie of his deaf ear, and you find yourself closing your eyes in mortification at his insistence to find out what was bugging the poor, tortured girl.

Ellie clears her throat with a shake of her head, sprawling out across the back seat in a dramatic flop.

“It’s not important.”

Joel, frustrated now, aims his scrutiny at you. His bronze eyes study your discomfort; his eyebrows pinched together when you form your lips around the words ‘she knows.’

The result is almost instantaneous—Joel’s grip on the leather steering wheel creaks, his knuckles white. You can practically see his stomach drop, and he lets out an awkward chuckle that lacks humour. Resting your elbow against the curve of the door, you hide your eyes behind your fingers.

“… Ellie,” Joel speaks tentatively, and you swear you can feel the almost nauseous discomfort radiating off the teenage girl in waves, “… Uh… When-“

“‘A man and a woman love each other very much’? Are you fuckin’ serious, Joel? Are you about to give me the birds and bees talk?!” Ellie scoffs, shaking her head, “You really are shoddy at this.”

“I didn’t-… I ain’t had to talk about this before,” Joel grumbles, teeth gritting as he rubs at the back of his neck to wipe the nervous sweat away.

“You don’t have to. You were both so noisy I got a pretty clear picture!” She pointed out viciously, and you swear you wished a Bloater would just run at the truck and flip it over, knocking you out and putting you out of your misery. You’re cringing so hard you swear you’ve tied your intestines in a knot.

“Shit-… ‘M sorry, Ellie. You shouldn’ta heard that…” Joel mumbles, and it’s like he’s getting his knuckles rapped with a ruler by his maths teacher. You’d never heard the gruff, unapologetic man sound so meek.

There’s a long stretch of silence, and it almost tempts you to peek through your digits and see what is happening. So quiet and tense is the atmosphere that the running engine of the ageing vehicle sounds like a mountain avalanche, rumbling within the contents of the van’s metal shell. You suppose a huge rock hitting you head on would be more optimal than this utterly humiliating conversation.

Joel damn near stalls the truck when Ellie speaks up, catching you both off guard with what she chooses to say next.

“… So… *Is* he smaller than the average American dick length?”

“Ellie!” You and Joel yell out in shock, and Ellie almost falls off the seat in her intense laughter, clutching at her stomach at the evident shame that decorates Joel’s expression.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya! I don’t wanna know that shit!” She giggles, wiping tears from her waterline with her knuckles.

“Oh, fuck you,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning it back against the headrest.

“No thanks, that’s what Joel is for.”

“Ellie, I swear I am gonna kick you out of this truck and make you walk to Wyoming,” you insist, pointing towards the door handle beside you with zeal.

“Got it, got it,” she chuckles, sitting up again, “But don’t think I’m lettin’ you off that easy. I hear anything nasty? I’m screaming so a runner comes and kills us all. It’s less painful than listening to what I heard last ni-…”

When you dare to look, poor Joel is staring vacantly ahead of him as he drives, looking as though he’s really wondering just why the *fuck* he decided to take this job from Marlene and whether or not Ellie would be able to find her own way to Wyoming if he dropped her off on the roadside and abandoned her. Surely scrappy little Ellie could deliver herself with a map and a single cereal bar for protection?

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#answering asks #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou hbo #tlou #ask imagines

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY - NINE

Blitzø pulled back from his hug with Stolas and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“It’s ok to cry in front of me, darling.” Stolas reached out a hand to touch his face.

Blitzø pulled up the hood of his horse hoodie, drew the strings tight so that his face was covered and only his nose and mouth could be seen.

“Don’t wanna.” Blitzø tied the strings in a bow, sat on the floor, grabbed his knees and flopped over on his side in the fetal position.

“Eez embarrassing.” He mumbled.

Stolas snorted and tried not to laugh.

Blitzø curled tighter into himself.

“Oh, darling.” He scooped Blitzø up into his arms. “You never have to be embarrassed in front of me.”

He kissed Blitzø on his horse hooded head and cradled him in his arms until he relaxed enough to untie the strings.

Stolas slipped a finger under the hood edge and pulled it open.

“Feeling a little better?”

Blitzø blushed and avoided eye contact.

“I guess…”

“Good!” Stolas nuzzled his neck until he laughed and pushed him off.

“Enough! That tickles!”

Stolas smiled.

Blitzø rolled his eyes.

“So, uh…” Blitzø looked away and scratched his cheek. “What is it that we’re supposed to talk about, you think?”

Stolas raised an eyebrow.

“Well. We’ve been trapped here to ‘sort our shit out’. What do you think that means?”

Stolas shrugged.

“I supposed we did a better job at taking things slow and remaining awkward around each other than we thought.” He chuckled.

Blitzø snorted.

“We didn’t speak to them about any of our conversations so they don’t know where we stand.”

“I guess you’re right.” Blitzø rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“If I may ask.” Stolas cleared his throat. “Where DO we stand?”

“Other than your foyer?”

Stolas glared at him.

“Okay okay!” Blitzø put up his hands defensively and chuckled. “Serious conversation. Gotcha.”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Stolas. And Satan knows I’m a f*cking dumpster heap, trash fire waiting to happen... I’ll probably f*ck this up.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” Stolas cupped Blitzø’s face in his hand.

“But.” Blitzø wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck. “I want my future to have you in it. A ‘you and I’ in it… Does that make sense?”

Stolas smiled tenderly and gave Blitzø a light kiss on the lips.

“Perfect sense.”

Blitzø grinned and pulled Stolas in for a proper kiss. No quick pecks for him.

Blitzø felt Stolas’s feathers fluff under his hands.

That’s more like it…

Stolas abruptly pulled away.

“What the?” Blitzø grumbled.

“Sorry, darling.” Stolas laughed nervously. “But I know if I let that continue then the evening will be over before it starts.”

Blizø grinned mischievously, running his fingers through Stolas’s feathers and gripping them tightly. Stolas shivered.

“And that would be a bad thing… WHY?”

“Blitzø.” Stolas said breathily. “You have no idea how much I wish to continue with this line of thought.” He cleared his throat and composed himself. “But I had something else in mind… At least to start the evening.”

Blitzø snorted and heaved an overly dramatic sigh.

“Fiiiiiiiiiine.” He let himself go limp and dangled in Stolas’s arms. “I’ll just waste away in your arms from lack of sex.”

Stolas hooted in laughter and started to walk down the hall.

“I promise to make it up to you, darling.” Stolas leaned over and whispered in Blizø’s ear; heat and power licking off his next words. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

Blitzø shivered. He looked up at Stolas. His eyes were glowing a delicious red.

Blitzø swallowed hard, wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck and nodded.

“Good.” Stolas grinned. He adjusted Blitzø in his arms and made his way down the hall again. “Off we go then!”

“Where are we going?” Blitzø didn’t bother to look around. He was too busy staring at Stolas and imagining the faces he was going to make the bird make later tonight.

“The study.” Stolas didn’t seem to notice Blitzø's burning gaze. “There’s something I never did get the chance to give you.”

That snapped Blitzø back to reality.

“The crystal.” He breathed.

Blitzø hadn’t thought of the crystal in weeks. Hadn’t thought of first seeing it and his heart breaking. Hadn’t thought about the accident, the darkness, the… The dreams?

His heart started pounding.

Stolas waved open the study doors, startling Blitzø.

“Yes. The crystal.” Stolas crossed to his desk and placed Blitzø standing on his chair. He leaned back on his desk, crossing his legs at his ankles.

Stolas reached out behind him and slid the box containing the crystal over to his side with delicate fingers.

Blitzø watched with wide-eyes and his hands clasped and his chest.

“I’d still like you to have this, Blitzø.” Stolas held the box in his hands, looking down at it. “Now that you know what it means… I hope that you’ll accept it.”

Blitzø swallowed hard.

F*ck… I wish I had something to give him….

He wiped his hands down his sides trying to get rid of the sweat.

Why don’t I have anything to give him? I should have f*cking got him somethi-

Blitzø felt something in his pocket.

What… What IS this…?

He reached into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the lump he’d felt there.

He pulled his hand out, clenched in a fist. He slowly opened his fist.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Blitzø?” Stolas put the box down and reached out to him. “Darling? Are you ok?”

“I…” Blizø’s hands shook and tears began to stream down his face. “I thought…”

Blitzø looked up at Stolas through tear-filled eyes.

“It was real, Stolas!” Blitzø beamed, crying happily. “It wasn’t a dream!”

“What was real?” Stolas was so confused.

Blitzø grabbed Stolas’s hands.

“Look!” He placed something in Stolas’s hands.

Stolas looked down at the object in his hands.

“The moon.” Stolas breathed. Tears stung his eyes.

“My mom says hi.” Blitzø choked on his tears through laughter and threw his arms around Stolas’s neck.

Stolas hugged him tightly, letting himself cry.

“You’re right, dear.” He smiled as he cried. “It wasn’t a dream.”

***

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #vivzieverse #vivziepop #fanfic #vivienne medrano #blitzo #brandon rogers #helluva boss fanfiction #stolitz angst #stolitz fanfic #helluva boss stolitz #blitz #blitzø x stolas #blitz x stolas

[demonslayelover]

Honey Senpai’s Cavity

This is a Mitsukuni x reader. This one shot takes place during the episode where he had his cavity.

Warnings: None

Enjoyyy~~~~

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Y/n smiles as she walks through the halls of Ouran Highschool, her (long/short) hair seemingly glowing as she walks the halls. She stops in front of a room where a sign above the door read “Music Room 3”.

She smiles knowing that this is the room she had been instructed to go ti by her mom. She opens the door gently and instead of the usual rose petals she was hit with a cry of pain as she steps in.

“Are you okay Honey~senpai?” Haruhi asks as she looks over at Y/n upon her arrival.

“No! I took a bite of cake and my tooth started hurting!” He cries as he holds his cheek in pain.

“Hm it appears Honey~senpai has a cavity.” Tamaki says as he leans down and inspects Honey~senpai’s tooth.

Mori leans down and looks at him as he feels his heart tense up when he remembers he didn’t remind Honey~senpai to brush his teeth.

“Um hi?” Y/n says awkwardly as she walks into the room and tries not to interrupt their conversation.

“Y/niieeee!” Honey~senpai cries as he runs towards her and hugs her tightly.

“Y/nnnn! My tooth hurts!” He cries as he clings to her.

“Yes Honey it’s called a cavity.” Y/n smiles as she hugs him back and pets his head slowly.

“What the what?! Who is that gorgeous girl and why is she coddling with Honey~senpai?!” Hikaru asks shocked as he looks at his twin.

“Maybe their close friends?” Haruhi suggests as she looks at them curiously.

“Ooo or maybe their enemies but only in privacy they can be intimate?!” Tamaki asks but everyone just ignores him and a pretend arrow strikes his left shoulder.

“Maybe their online friends?” Kaoru suggests as he holds his hand up to his chin in a thinking position.

“Ooo! Or maybe they’re best friends who secretly love each other and want to privately confess!” Tamaki says as a dramatic tear rolls down his eye but once again he was ignored which caused another arrow to strike him in his right shoulder.

“Maybe their families are partners?” Haruhi asks as she thinks.

“Maybe their lovers who can’t be together because of their families!” Tamaki shouts and that’s everyone’s last straw so they all yell.

“SHUT UP TAMAKI!” Even Honey~senpai yells but he cries and clutches his tooth as Y/n gently sits him down on the couch and hands him Usa~Chan.

A final arrow comes out and shoots Tamaki in the heart as he cries and heads to his mushroom growing corner.

“Honey you shouldn’t yell with your cavity.” Y/n says as she sits beside him on the couch when she feels a rattle shake her and the couch.

“Hmmm… seems like there is a secret going on in the Host Club.” Renge grins as she pops out of her hole in the ground sitting to her table with her tea cup full of commoners coffee.

“You’re still here?!” Hikaru asks as he looks at her scared.

“Yes you idiot. I’d never leave my dear Haruhi here with you hooligans.” She says rolling her eyes before her eyes meet Y/n’s.

“Oh my god! Honey~senpai has a lover?!” She shouts which finally pisses Kyoya off.

“Yes! I tried to hold my pateinede until they finished but I can’t take it. That is Y/n. She is Honey~senpai’s girlfriend.” Kyoya explains once he reaches his wits end.

The host clubs faces stay the same but after a few seconds their eyes all widen as they look back and forth from Kyoya to Honey and back to Kyoya.

“Really? He’s got a girlfriend?!” Hikaru and Kaoru ask in sync as they look at Honey and Y/n.

“Yes. It’s true. I know that look that they give each other. It’s the look of true love.” Tamaki gasps in shock as he comes to the realization.

“Huh. And how do you feel about this Mori? Did you know?” Haruhi asks the silent boy.

He nods as he smiles gently as if saying he’s happy for them.

“Then I guess it’s settled. We all were wrong.” Hikaru sighs as he looks down defeated.

“Except for Tamaki~San.” Y/n says as she smiles at them

“WHATTTTTT?!” The host clubs members (minus Mori and Kyoya since they both already knew) scream so loud it rattled the school.

“Yes me and Honey’s parents are enemies and we’re in a secret relationship. Though I guess not so secret since you all know. And we were best friends until we confessed privately and only Mori knew. And in private is the only way we can be intimate so that’s why I was coming to look for him. I just told my mom that I was coming to visit Kyoya.” Y/n smiles as she giggles softly at their shocked faces.

“Huh. For once the boss said something smart.” Kaoru says as the host club members agree.

“Yes thank you- what do you all mean for once?!” Tamaki shouts as he looks at them from his mushroom corner.

“It’s just that- well- nevermind Tamaki.” They sigh and get back to talking about Honey~senpai and his girlfriend.

That was the topic the host club stayed on for the entire day. It was just so shocking to them.

Y/n and Honey cuddled for the remainder of the day and answered questions for the host club. Mainly Y/n since Honeys cavity kept hurting but he smiled happy to be able to be with Y/n.

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #honey senpai #mori senpai #honey x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka #ohshc x reader #haruhi fujioka #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #kyoya ootori

[gemini-sensei]

Demetri asks Hawk for sex advice because he doesn't know what he's doing so Hawk has sex with reader Infront of Demetri to show him how to have good sex

This 🙌😭

Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader ft. Voyeur!Demetri

CW: voyeurism, degradation; slut used, rough and unprotected sex, ass slapping, some tears. (unedited)

"Are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to intrude on your sex life. And I don't want to make Reader uncomfortable-"

"She's on board with this, trust me."

Hawk huffs as they travel through his apartment. Their shoes are at the door, their coats on the racks. The place is quiet, save for Demetri’s incessant rambling of his concerns. It makes Hawk roll his eyes and wonder if he's going to back out before they even get to the good part.

"I just want to make sure. I mean, this is you guys' sex life, not mine. It almost feels inappropriate to come in and... watch."

Hawk stops walking and turns to Demetri. The hall is small and dark, but there's enough light creeping in for Demetri to see the annoyed look on Hawk's face. He shuts up and presses his lips together. Then Hawk smirks.

"Dude, that's the point." He turns around and continues leading him to his bedroom. "You get to watch and we get to have fun. Of course it's inappropriate, but it's in the best way possible. I mean, Reader and I have kind of always wanted an audience."

With that, he opens the door and walks inside, Demetri right behind him, and there's not another doubt in his mind about this idea as soon as he sees Reader sitting on the bed.

She's done her hair and make up, loose and light because she knows it's just going to get messy once they get down to doing the deed. She's dressed in a soft silk robe that hardly hides anything, her tits exposed by the barely closed cover up. The robe is tied closed around her midsection, but the whole thing is pulled taut over her curves. The front is open enough at her legs that her lacy black panties are peeking out at them.

"Finally, I though you'd never show up," she sighed dramatically. She gets off of the bed and hurries to over to Hawk, greeting him with a kiss. He takes hold of her waist and teases the taut string holding her robe closed. When she pulls away, she asks, "what took so long?"

"Traffic, as usual," he huffs. His attitude is quickly changed as he smirks and pulls her in close. He rubs his hand over her hip, admiring her attire. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, beautiful."

She giggles and tugs on his shirt, pulling his face close to hers. "It's okay. You're here now and that's all I care about."

They kiss again, but it's far more intense than the last one they shared. It deepens quickly and they haphazardly make their way to the bed, giggling between kisses and taking in breaths. Before they fall onto the bed, Reader pulls Hawk's shirt over his head and let's it drop to the floor. He pulls the string of her robe and watches it fall open, revealing her lacy black bra that matches her panties; it's all soft lace, holding her tits in perfectly.

Hawk brings his hands up to cup her tits and give them a nice squeeze, making her moan. He dives in to kiss her neck and continues to massage her lace covered breasts. Over his shoulder, Reader sees Demetri standing awkwardly by the door. She giggles and bites her lip, then points to a comfy looking chair in the corner next to a small bookcase.

"Have a seat, D," she tells him. Her voice is soft and honey sweet. It's inviting and welcoming, but her smile is sinful and enticing. His eyes on her, wide with bright red cheeks, helps her panties get wet. "Don't be shy."

Demetri’s eyes are glued onto the couple as they continue to strip and fondle each other. He eventually finds his way to the chair and takes a seat, his pants a bit uncomfortable as je watches Reader's tits fall from her bra as it's removed and tossed across the room. He bites his lip as she turns to face him, pressing her ass into Hawk's boxer clad cock and lightly shakes it.

Hawk groans and reaches around, using one hand to grope her tit and the other to slip into her panties. He grunts into her ear as he searches for her clit, smirking. "You're such a dirty girl, wanting an audience. Now you're acting like a little slut just for Dem, huh?"

She moans as he fingers graze her clit. Her hips buck into his hand and he chuckles, giving into her needs easily. He starts rubbing the little bundle of nerves with small, tight circles and watches as she grinds into his hand. The movement has her ass rubbing against his hard on and he groans lowly, humping her ass in return.

Demetri watches, face burning bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears. There's a prominent bulge in the front of his pants, his dick nice and hard. His actions are slow and unfocused as he undoes his jeans to pull out his cock, his attention wholly on them.

Hawk smirks. "Watch and learn."

He then turns himself and Reader toward the bed. He pushes her onto it and she falls against the soft sheets, catching herself on her arms. She crawls onto the bed, wiggling her ass as she does to entice her lover and give their guest a good show. Hawk grunts and pushes his boxers off, stepping out of them and crawling onto the bed behind Reader.

She rests on her arms and looks over her shoulder, batting her eyes at Hawk. "Like this?" she asks, rather sweet and innocent. Then she lowers her face to the mattress and bows her back, presenting her wet cunt to him properly. "Or like this?"

"Fuck, you know how I like it," he tells her, coming up behind her as he pumps his cock slowly. He rubs the tip through her folds, luring himself up with her warm arousal. He smacks her fat ass and watches it jiggle, then kneads the tender flesh. "You know this is the only way, baby."

She giggles and grips the bedsheets tight, curling her fingers in the softness. As he continues to slide his cock over her pussy lips, she whines. "Please don't tease me."

"I won't, beautiful. I know you've been waiting a long time for this."

With that said, he pushes into her. Reader moans and pushes herself back, meeting him half way. His hips dig into her ass as he grabs her hips and holds her against him, groaning lowly from the back of his throat at feeling her velvet walls take all of him so readily. It feels so good, he has no words. All he can do is sit there and allow them themselves to adjust to the lovely, familiar feeling.

Demetri has his dick in his hands, his red and leaky tip in one palm and his shaft getting stroked by the other. He moans quietly as he watches the pair, not wanting any of his noises to disrupt them.

When ready, Hawk pulls his hips back, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back into her. His knees push her further apart, allowing him full access to her body as her chest presses into the mattress and she loses the little control she had. She relinquishes it to him happily, moaning loudly with each hard thrust he makes into her sopping wet cunt.

Her cheeks is squished into the bedsheets and she can't move much, not that she'd ever want to. She has the perfect view, watching Demetri jack off in a mirror perfectly angled to show her their friend who has joined them for the night. She sees his knitted brow and the heat on his face. She whines as his cock sputters out a fat glob of pre and it catches the light before sliding down his shaft. His big, heavy balls sit in one hand, spilling over as he fondles them at the same pace of his even strokes. She knows his eyes are on her stuffed full cunt as it gets utterly fucked and it makes her walls squeeze Hawk's cock tight.

"Oh shit, you love this," Hawk laughs overhead. He smacks her ass and makes her jolt, her thighs tremble, and her cunt tries to choke his cock. He groans loudly, a little too obviously, but regardless it's still sexy. "You love having him watch. Love that he's watching you get fucked hard. Don't try to tell me I'm wrong. I know I'm right. I feel it."

All Reader can do is moan and sigh, enjoying the attention. Hawk's dirty, mean words mixed with Demetri's fixed gaze has her clawing at the bedsheets. Tears well up in her eyes as she received another hard ass slap. Her pussy gushes and she just gets closer to her high.

"You're nothing but a little slut, huh?" Hawk's thrusts get harder. "You're gonna come all over my cock with him here, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she whines desperately, feeling her stomach tighten up with each thrust. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come on your cock!"

Hawk smirks and pulls out suddenly, making her cry out. Before she can complain, he flips her over and shoved her knees into her chest. Her thighs press into her belly harshly and her glistening pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to have his hard, thick cock buried in it once again.

That's just what he does, sliding home with a hard thrust into her that has her screaming for him. She's creaming on his cock as soon as he hits her g-spot, but he pulls back and pushes back in quickly. He ruts into her with shallow thrusts, making a mess as her thick cream coats his length and runs down her ass, but it's the least of his concerns. All he cares about is the way her walls pull him back in, gripping him tight.

He speeds up his movements, grunting lowly as he watches her face; eyes rolled up, mouth wide open, an expression of pure bliss on her face. It's enough to have him coming in seconds, not long after her orgasm. He ruts into her a few more times before he stops. He presses himself into her and pushes her legs into her tighter, but there's nowhere for them to go. She's utterly folded in half under him, unable to do anything as she feels his cock throb deep in her cunt, his cum splashing against her spasming cervix. It makes her feel warm throughout and she smiles, satisfied.

With their orgasms, the couple completely forgot Demetri was there for a moment. Not that he minded. He'd slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet so he could hear them, listen to their harmonious fucking because it was that hot. He's come all over himself, fat streams of cum coating his stomach. He doesn't even remember taking off his shirt, but it doesn't matter now. His chest and stomach are a mess, as well as his hands. His cock lay half hard over his abs, still leaking fresh, hot cum as he stares at his friends as they make out with each other on the bed.

As if suddenly remembering his friend's existence, Hawk pulls away from Reader and looks his way. "So, did you learn anything?"

Demetri stares, blinks, then manages to gets out: "Um, I think so, yeah."

#tw voyeurism #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz smut #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos smut #cobra kai blurbs #cobra kai smut #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[lynxtheserval]

(tw: kidnapping, stalking, yandere stuff)

So I started this yesterday, and was really motivated for some reason, so this will probably be one of the longest ones I'll do. Also I don't support this behavior IRL unless both people consent to it and do it in a safe place!

Y'all I'm not even sure if I did his personality right , but we will see LMAO (also sorry if my spelling is bad, I'm not great at grammar)

And feel free to give me tips! I'm new at this.

Yandere Subspace Headcanons / Sorta a Oneshot:

You were a co-worker with him at Blackrock, and as soon as he saw you he got interested in you.

At your break, he came into the break room and sat down across from you, and saying he was staring was an understatement.

"Hello ?" You said. The stare he was giving you was one of interest and one of malice.

"Well, hello there !" He was grinning under his mask, you could tell. "I hope you don't mind that I sat here. You . . . Intrigued me."

You looked at him, confused. "Is . . Is that a good thing ?"

"Of course !" He replied. "You should be honored to be in MY presence !" he tilted back in a dramatic way.

You looked at him with a confused look. "What do you mean ? You haven't even told me your name , I don't know who you are ."

He froze for a moment in shock, wide eyed. "You . . You don't ?!" He was surprised, he knew you were new around here but, you've never heard of him?! He was a little frustrated by this. "I'm Subspace !! Everyone knows of me ! They SHOULD know who I am ! I am the most powerful scientist in all of Blackrock !" He stated, proudly.

You smiled awkwardly, he seems to be a little unhinged. "Cool . . So . . Why are you sitting by me ?" If he was so powerful, why is he sitting by you? You weren't anything special. "And what did you mean by 'intrigued' ?"

He grinned in a suspicious, evil manner. "Oh- I can't tell you that now dear~ . . But anyway, I have to go, I have a couple things to do . . ." He walked off, and you could confidently say you were unnerved.

After that odd conversation with you, he definitely wanted to be close to you. He occasionally goes into your workroom while you are not there to either rearrange things (he likes seeing how he can mess with your head) or to steal something. It's never anything too important, usually just random items you bring in.

He absolutely loves to follow you around, and seeing you feeling paranoid of being watched, it thrills him.

He tries to get more close with you, but it usually just turns into you walking away due to being uncomfortable. And of course, he doesn't like that.

After a while of trying to get close with you and failing, he got angry. He wasn't going to let you just, ya know, leave.

He definitely kidnapped you after that.

“Ugh !” Of course you tried running… why wouldn't you?! Subspace was frustrated, of course. He chased after you, he wasn't too far behind you.

After about 20 seconds, he managed to lunge and knock you down. He looked at you with crazed eyes. (Or uh, eye.) You, of course scared for your life, tried struggling.

After a moment or two, he knocked you out.

He didn't tie you up, at first, you were too dizzy to run, after all.

If you did try running after you felt better, he wouldn't go after you, no no, he would send some Biografts after you. They are much faster than him. He ordered them not to kill you, of course, just bring you back to him. After you got back to him, he made sure you couldn't leave.

You woke up, startled. You quickly realized you couldn't move. You frantically look around the room you were in, it looked to be some sort of lab, only to see Subspace staring at you with a thrilled expression on his face.

"Oh dear! Are you tied down?" He said with fake concern. He stood up from his chair and slowly walked closer to you. You tried to struggle to get out, but the ropes were too tight and too strong. He laughed, a crazed, maniacal laugh. "Aww . . you're trying to leave me again ?!” As he got to where you were tied up he kneeled down next to you. His face got more manic as he grabbed and caressed your hand.

You wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

#tw: kidnapping #tw: stalking #tw: yandere #yandere subspace #phighting x reader #yall i cant #subspace phighting #subspace x reader

[jiminiecrickets]

Is seven days a week jungkook the jealous type? has he ever been jealous of a coworker from oc's company?

oh absolutely, especially early on !! he's a little insecure about being at such a different life chapter to you (age/job vs uni/income/etc) and feels particularly iffy about his age. yeah, he knows that a few years isn't that weird (the stereotype of a couple being assumed as father and son rings truer in some groups than others) but he's always been the youngest and feels like he has something to prove – to demonstrate that he belongs or deserves to be there.

some stuff under the cut ! sfw but kisses get vaguely intense at the end.

since the reader entered the professional field, jk has been acutely aware that he has, technically, nothing to show. he worked retail. he waited tables. but the reader's peers have histories of substance: managerial+ jobs, big roles in big projects, affiliations with well-known names. he used to wonder if you'd rather date somebody like that than him, who struggles to parallel park.

sure, you can tell him that they were once like that, too, but that isn't quite what he means. they've already built their base and put a few structures on it. you might watch him struggle with his foundations and fall face-first and never get anywhere. he doesn't want to embarrass you like that, especially because the conversations at company dinners you bring him to already kinda awkwardly fizzle out when he explains he's still studying.

(what have you achieved? i'm a student. oh.)

but it's okay. for an introvert, he sure gets chatty with you (he loves you), and you've always valued his perspective, even if they conclusion-jump and are a little dramatic (you love him).

after he's had his bit, listening to the music he used to when he was thirteen (you shoulda raised a baby girl, i should've been a better son), you take your time with him, holding him close, and tell him all the reasons why you'd never leave him for such a shallow reason.

it's a long list, but it serves its purpose. by the end of it he's soft and quiet in your lap, listening to your heartbeat.

i love you, he says. you're so emo, you say and kiss him. he likes to imagine how your coworkers would react to this version of you, far from prim and proper suits and ties, shoving your tongue down his throat. he pulls you down to the bed with him.

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

[camillesblogsposts]

Ellie and you find a kitten

Request from @itasoob. Short and sweet!!! So soft I’m sobbing (๑>◡<๑)

Ellie held your hand tightly in hers, her thumb stroking the back of yours gently. You walked slowly, chattering back and forth quietly. You weren’t going anywhere in particular, just wandering around Jackson. It was late at night but you’d had a boring day and knew the next would be of the same mundane nature so you kept yourself busy together.

“I spy something beginning with…. W!” You smiled up at Ellie toothily. She grinned down at you, cheeks flushed from the cold. “Hmm… wheelbarrow?” She guessed, shrugging in its direction. You shook your head. “Nope! Try again.” She sighed out dramatically and shook her head, “I don’t know baby, wire?” You giggled and pushed her to the side playfully, “Nope! Window.” You felt pride searing through you. Ellie rolled her eyes and threw her head back, whining out to make you laugh. “You’re too skilled for me.” She pushed her knuckles against your cheek in a faux punch. You were smiling warmly at her, staring adoringly at her face. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was tied up into a bun, strands falling out. Her skin was pale and flushed, her freckles still visible despite the bitter cold of winter. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly and her jaw clenched, naturally tense.

“What you staring at?” She sighed, looking away for a moment, a little embarrassed. You giggled and threw yourself forwards into her chest, her arm’s immediately wrapping around you. “You’re so perfect, Ells, m’ so lucky.” You mumbled into her, rubbing your face side to side against her body. She smelt like ivy and huckleberry. She held you tightly, kissing the crown of your head. “C’mon, think it’s someone’s bed time.” She teased, smiling and kissing the tip of your nose. She began leading you towards your home when you heard a clatter from behind the trash cans.

“Did you,”

“Yes, stay there.” She cut you off, her hand pushing you back slightly as she walked over to see what had caused the noise. You grew momentarily paranoid, having feared someone with bad intentions had snook in and was stalking you or something. Ellie’s face softened as she spotted the cause of the noise.

“Oh, baby.” She spoke softly, and you thought she was speaking to you, “What is it?” You asked, walking towards her. She picked it up- a small, dirty kitten. It’s fur was thin and matted with mud, eyes half closed. It mewled loudly as she held it, wriggling and writhing against her hands. “Little baby.” Ellie replied, inspecting it briefly for injuries. Immediately, you wanted them to be your kitty. “Oh! Ellie, please can I hold him? Please please please!” You were whining, jumping up and down on the spot excitedly. Ellie laughed under her breath, stroking the little thing on the space between its ears. It softened into her touch immediately. She held her hands out for you to hold it and you did, the kitten falling into your palms softly, wrapping itself into a ball. “How do you know it’s a he?” Ellie asked, eyebrow raised. “Well, I don’t, but I heard that most ginger cats are boys.” You chided back, feeling an urge to kiss the dirty little thing.

You stood like that together for a moment, Ellie watching as you cuddled and kissed and cradled this poor little kitten. She knew what was coming. “Ellie…” You began, voice extra sweet and high and affectionate. “What?” She smirked knowingly. “We gotta keep this baba.” You smiled up at her, doe eyed. The kitten had fell asleep in your palms pressed against your chest, content from the warmth. “You really want this little bug?” She teased, stroking it again. You nodded harshly, “Mhm, n’ we’ll call him bug! Good thinking, Ells.” The intended irritation had went over your head. She smiled and nodded, not wanting to hurt your feelings by making you realise her comments intention. “Cute name for a cute little thing.”

You took the kitten home, awkwardly washing it in the sink of the kitchenette. Ellie held it in place as it thrashed and you discovered that ‘it’ was in fact a girl. “That’s so rare Ells!” You were so excited, giggly and jumpy. You scrubbed her tummy with homemade soap, making sure to get all the mud out. “She’s a special little girl, just like you.” Ellie kissed your forehead, looking genuinely happy. Your chest was filled with a warmth.

You got the kitty dried off with a towel and Ellie got two dishes from the kitchenette cupboards for Bug, one for water and one for her food. She cooked chicken for her and filled her bowl, watching as she filled her tummy up until she was content, yawning and gurgling and mewling. “Wonder where her family is.” You suddenly grew upset, the morbid reality of her abandonment hurting you. “We’re her family now, princess.” Ellie stroked your cheek reassuringly, “She’ll be as happy as possible with us, kay?” She kissed you again. You nodded, giggly again.

Ellie cradled you in bed, Bug laid between the two of you, little body vibrating from the power of her purring. She pawed at you in her sleep, making little biscuits, Ellie said. You giggled at this. You fell asleep giddy, thinking about how Ellie and you were basically parents now.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader #elliewilliams #tlou

[jusvibbbin]

Graduation Frustrations

Kenickie x Reader: Epilogue 1

1 | 2 | 3

//my original trilogy is near and dear to my heart, and since its been popping off recently i’ve decided to write a few epilogue chapters for it :) i hope you enjoy and feel free to send me more grease requests <3

“I’m sorry kiddo, but it looks like you’re going to have to repeat senior year.”

Kenickie stared back at Mrs. Murdock, mouth slightly agape. The shop teacher awkwardly looked around the classroom as the rest of the class had started to pack up. Graduation was one month away and she knew that boy’s only chance was finals.

“REPEAT WHAT?!” Kenickie had finally processed what she had said.

“Come on, Kenickie. Are you really surprised? You’re passing my class but only because you actually showed up. How many times did you go to history? English?” She threw her hands up, exasperated, and walked over to her desk. Kenickie paused for a beat before following after her.

“What the hell do I do now?” He chewed his bottom lip, a nervous habit he developed years ago.

Mrs. Murdock looked at him and sighed, sitting in her chair.

“Study, kid. Study til you drop.”

At that, Kenickie rushed out the door.

Your head slipped off your hand and smacked against your desk with a loud thud. You groaned lightly as you sat back up. Looking out the window, it was much darker outside than you thought it should be.

A short knock at your door scared you out of your thoughts as you quickly tucked the ring on your necklace under your shirt.

“Come in!”

Your dad’s head poked around the door, an eyebrow raised behind his glasses.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? I thought you had a big test tomorrow.” His eyes scanned the room carefully as he spoke and you rolled your eyes tiredly.

“Kenickie isn’t here, Dad. I’m studying calculus.” You stretched your arms and stood up from your chair. Glancing at the clock you realized he was right. Two a.m. was way too late.

“I know that.” He huffed lightly.

“I know you do.” You crossed the room to give him a hug before pushing him out of your room. You turned off your light and sat by your window. Hearing your dad shuffle back down the hall, you pulled the ring out. 

The engagement ring sparkled in the moonlight making you smile softly. It was beautiful, plain and simple. But would that be enough to ease your parents' worries? You still hadn’t found the right way to tell them Kenickie had proposed. You knew they liked him, but would they approve of him? He was your first relationship, a high school sweetheart. You sighed as you twirled the ring around your finger.

You decided you’d figure it out once finals were done. Right now all you needed to do was sleep.

--

“YOU DID WHAT?”

The T-Birds were utterly gobsmacked as Kenickie smirked proudly. Unlike yourself, he had told anybody who would listen that he had put a ring on your finger. His mom was overjoyed and started ringing all her friends to tell them the good news. 

“Kenickie freakin’ Murdoch is getting tied down?”

“A married man?”

“Never to be seen again?”

There was a cacophony of mock groans and weeping as Kenickie rolled his eyes. The only one of them who was quiet was Danny, who simply gave his old friend a genuine smile. He had already asked him to be his best man, the only guy around for the job, and Danny accepted wholeheartedly. Kenickie had waited to tell the rest of them because of this exact reaction.

“Don’t be so dramatic. You know (Y/N) doesn’t mind havin’ you idiots around.” The guys all whooped and high fived.

“Me on the other hand… I don’t know.” Kenickie chuckled as they shot skeptical looks his way. His face turned serious as he remembered why he was telling them all this in the first place.

“Look, we can talk about weddings all day long, but it’s not gonna happen if I don’t graduate. How the hell am I gonna pass five classes before the end of the year?”

The T-Birds grimaced then looked thoughtful as they tried to brainstorm any possible way for Kenickie Murdoch, the king of skipping class, to get passing grades.

“You could threaten all the teachers so they raise your grade,” Doody suggested.

“Yeah,” Sonny chimed in. “Just tell em that they’ll have to have you again next year!” He laughed loudly as the other boys just shook their heads.

“Why don’t you ask (Y/N) to help you cheat? You’ve got a couple classes together,” Putzie said. The T-Birds agreed with shrugs and ‘yeahs’, but Kenickie frowned. He wasn’t sure about getting you involved in his mess, especially if that put your reputation on the line.

“Why don’t you just pay some nerd to tell you what you need to know?” Danny piped up.

Kenickie grinned and slung his arm around his buddy’s shoulder.

“And that’s why you’re my best friggin’ man!”

The gang cheered and walked across campus to find just the right nerd.

As the bell rang on your calculus final, you breathed a sigh of relief. It was out of your hands now and that meant there was no point worrying. You picked up your things then headed back to your locker to find Kenickie waiting for you.

“Hey you,” you said with a smile as he opened your locker for you.

He sent a sheepish smile your way and you instantly narrowed your eyes.

“What is it, Nickie?”

“Do you think you could uh, introduce me to one of your smart friends?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he said this, and looked anywhere but at you. To no one’s surprise but the T-Birds, they didn’t exactly have the best track record with the ‘nerd community’ so finding help had been damn near impossible. You quirked your eyebrow and nudged his foot with yours. His eyes finally met yours and he turned a bit red. 

“Do you need help with something?” You made a slight face, a bit hurt he didn’t want your help. He scoffed and waved your comment away.

“No, no, no. Uh, Putzie needs some assistance with a history project.”

You gave him a suspicious look as Kenickie stood there starting to sweat.

“I think Alyssa Monroe has the extra time to help him out.”

Kenickie smiled and quickly kissed your cheek.

“Thanks, babe. He owes you one.”

You waved him off and he headed back down the hallway as you looked after him.

You walked up to your house, wondering about Kenickie the whole way. As you walked past the dining room, you noticed something glittering on the table. You took a couple steps backward to look again and to your horror, it was your engagement ring. Before you could snatch it, your parents came in from the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie, how were your tests?” Your mother sat down next to your father and motioned you to sit as well.

“Good,” you replied as you nervously took a seat.

“I found that on the bathroom counter this morning,” your dad remarked, picking it up. “It's a sparkler that's for sure. Where’d ya steal it from?”

“Dad!”

“I’m only kidding!”

Your mother rolled her eyes at his antics as she took the ring from him and handed it to you.

“You know you can tell us anything, sweetie.”

“Yeah honey. Most of the time we know already.” Your mother elbowed your father in the ribs as you squinted your eyes at them.

“Wait… you already knew? How?” You were utterly confused.

“Kenickie came by two months ago, asking if we’d accept him proposing to you. We said ‘of course’, you know we love that boy.” Your father beamed at you.

“We’ve been waiting for you to tell us,” your mother said, looking at you expectantly.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you felt the first tear roll down your cheek.

“I was scared you wouldn’t approve. Not of Kenickie exactly, but the fact that we’re so inexperienced. He was my first boyfriend and now we’re getting married.” You let out a shaky breath as you processed what you had said. You two were really going to be together for the rest of your lives.

“Sweetheart, we just want you to be happy. If that boy makes you happy then who are we to say anything? No one is ever really ready.” Your mother grabbed your hand from across the table and your father reached to cover both.

“Thank you,” you said softly, feeling the stress from finals and the engagement finally fading away.

“No, the war of 1812 has nothing to do with the Spanish Inquisition. Are you even listening?” Alyssa Monroe had her head in her hands as Kenickie looked over his notes again.

“Shit, I wrote that on the wrong line,” he groaned as he erased and rewrote.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell (Y/N) that you needed help,” she started. Kenickie shot her a look and she simply huffed before looking around the local library. It was getting dark and people were beginning to gather their things.

“Look, it’s getting late. How bad can your grades really be?”

“Really fucking bad, okay? Bad enough to get dumped. Okay, I’ll work on the history later, let’s go to geometry.” Kenickie pulled out another piece of paper. Alyssa stared at the greaser, wondering if anybody had ever seen him care about school before. She opened the textbook and started going over what he needed to know for the final.

--

After studying for days on end, Kenickie was ready to blow his teachers away. He had prepped as much as he could and thanked Alyssa tremendously. He tried to pay her but she declined, stating she’d rather consider it ‘volunteer hours.’

One by one, he blazed through his tests, even finishing early in history. All he had left was geometry. He was about to walk in when you grabbed his hand and tugged him around. 

“What’s up, hun?”

You pulled him down to plant a kiss on his lips then pulled away with a smile.

“Good luck, handsome.”

Kenickie flushed as a grin spread across his face. He squeezed your hand then headed into his final, confident as ever.

“A D-?! What the hell?”

You bit your lip, listening outside to Kenickie as his teacher graded his test on the spot. Mr. Roberts simply shrugged, and swiveled his chair away from him to do something else. Kenickie stood there, heartbroken as he looked at his test. He had been so close to just barely skating by. Now it was a wash and he would have to do it all again next year.

“Excuse me,” you piped up. Kenickie snapped his head up to look at you in the doorway. Mr. Roberts smiled as you walked in.

“(Y/N), one of my favorite students! You could learn a lot from this one, Murdoch.” He gushed over you as you looked over Kenickie’s final. Several moments went by until you set the test back on the mathematician’s desk.

“I don’t think you graded this right.”

The two men looked at you and then the test as Mr. Roberts picked it up again. He looked over it briefly before shaking his head.

“You must be mistaken. He missed several.”

You glared at the teacher, walking over to the board and writing all the problems he had marked incorrect. You began solving them and as Kenickie looked on, he realized his test looked like what you were writing.

You turned back to Mr. Roberts as he looked on shamefully.

“You don’t have to like him, but you have to treat and grade him fairly. Kenickie, you got a B-.”

Kenickie was sure he had stopped breathing. Here you were, his shy, sweet, brilliant fiance, telling off a teacher in your own nerdy way. And he was in awe of you.

Mr. Roberts changed his grade as the two of you walked out and headed to his car.

--

“Once again, a round of applause for our valedictorian, Patty Simcox. And now to introduce our honors students, our salutatorian, (Y/N) (L/N),” Principal McGee announced as you took to the stage. 

Kenickie cheered obnoxiously loud for you, as you stepped up to the mic. You were glowing with pride and all he could do was thank his lucky stars that he was yours. He thought about your year together and all its ups and downs. He thought about how you had changed him for the better in so many ways. And he thought about what you might look like on your wedding day. He hollered for you again as you got your diploma and you sent him an overjoyed smile. He had never been prouder. As the honors students left the stage, he made eye contact with Mr. Roberts and gave him the finger.

--

With graduation over and done with, the seniors had one last day of celebration at Rydell. The school had shelled out for a carnival on the field and everywhere you looked people were having a good time. You walked with Jan as she stuffed her face with cotton candy. 

“Isn’t this great?” She said with her mouth full. You laughed, nodding as you tore some of her cotton candy off the stick. The two of you walked over to where the T-Birds and the rest of the pink ladies were watching Danny and Kenickie compete at the shooting gallery. Kenickie grumbled as he lost by a few points until you slipped your hand in his. He smiled in that way that he saved just for you and let you drag him away when no one was looking.

“We’ve been so busy I feel like I’ve barely seen you.” Kenickie nodded in agreement as you stopped at a ring toss game. You pulled out a quarter to play while he stood by and watched you.

“Gonna win me somethin’?” He pointed at a long stuffed snake and you knew you just had to get it. A few quarters later, Kenickie had a brightly colored ‘scarf’ around his shoulders. The two of you walked, chatting about everyone else’s plans for after school, when you walked into the line for the ‘Tunnel of Love.’ You sent him a look but he just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. As you got up to the operator, Kenickie slipped him a few bucks before you got in one of the cars shaped like a swan.

“What was that about?”

“I just wanna get some extra time for us,” he said as he pulled the bar over you both.

The ride started up and you cuddled into his side. You entered a dark tunnel that suddenly lit up with all sorts of colors and shapes. You looked around at everything, but all Kenickie looked at was you. Your eyes met him and you leaned forward to kiss him. He held you to him as you made out in the middle of the tunnel of love.

Around the corner you could hear the groans of the people in line as the operator lied that it was down for maintenance. You giggled into your kiss and Kenickie pulled away to chuckle too.

“We’re getting married.”

You opened your eyes to find him studying your face.

“I know. How do you feel about it?”

Kenickie thought for a moment as he played with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“I’m the most excited I’ve ever been. I’m happy that you said yes. And I’m hopin’ that I’ll be enough for you, forever.” His eyes flicked away as he finished and you put a hand on his cheek to guide them back to yours.

“I’m a little nervous too. But I know we’ll be okay, because I love you. And we make a great team.” Kenickie kissed your forehead before traveling down to leave hickies on your neck. You moaned softly which only spurred him on as he groped at your hips.

With a jolt the ride started up again, Kenickie letting out a frustrated noise which made you laugh. Blinking at the sudden sunlight, you exited the ride and walked around until the sun started to set. Everyone was standing around Kenickie’s car as the day ended, discussing where to go after.

“You guys have fun, I think I’m gonna head home,” you said with a smile as the other T-Birds begged you not to go. You waved to them and, as you turned to walk home you heard footsteps come up quickly behind you.

“Let me drive you, it’s getting dark,” Kenickie grabbed your hand to twirl you around. 

“It’s not that far.” But he had already started leading you back to the car, ranting and raving about how dangerous the neighborhood could be.

Parking in front of your house, Kenickie kissed your hand sweetly. You kissed his cheek and moved to get out, before he tugged you back gently. 

“Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?” You pulled an amused face as you nodded. Kenickie smiled and let you go, only driving off once he was sure you were safe inside.

--

Lunch had been simple, just a date at Frosty’s. But as he started to drive back to your house, you noticed Kenickie was going a very roundabout way to get there.

“Nickie, what’s up?”

“Huh? What do you mean? Ain’t nothing’s up.” Kenickie was not a very good liar, but there wasn’t much else you could do as he drove you in circles for another twenty minutes. Finally, he pulled into your driveway, getting out quickly to get the door for you. You punched his arm lightly at the gesture, starting to walk up the porch. You looked back to see him peering intently through a window before snapping his attention back to you, an awkward smile on his face. You narrowed your eyes and pushed open the door…

“SURPRISE!”

The lights were thrown on, a bottle of champagne was uncorked and a confetti cannon popped. You gazed around, startled, until you saw your family, friends, and a large banner that read ‘Happy Engagement!’ You started to tear up when the T-Birds brought a cake out of the kitchen.

“Ah shit, did we miss it?” Sonny exclaimed as everyone else just laughed.

You turned to Kenickie, who was standing by your parents, and it all clicked.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“Since he asked if he could propose to you! Isn’t that right, son?”

Kenickie looked at your father, mild shock written all over his face before he quickly nodded. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whispering how much you loved him in his ear. Kenickie grinned as he held your waist, appropriately in front of your parents of course.

As you pulled back to look at him, he looked slightly worried.

“What’s wrong?” You reached up to put a hand on his cheek.

“We still got a whole wedding to plan!”

You chuckled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Well then, we better get started.”

#Grease #kenickie #Kenickie Murdoch #kenickie x reader #kenickie murdoch x reader

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Betrayal

"Alright Lance. This is it. The final battle. Zarkon has already killed all the others. Now it's just you and me. We're the only ones we can trust," Keith said, staring into Lance's eyes.

"Forever and always, Sharpshooter."

Kosmo teleported in between them, slightly ruining the moment, but they couldn't be mad at their loyal warrior.

Lance, however, looked conflicted. Keith watched his face and realized with shock that Lance had tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong, babe? Are you alright?"

Lance's laugh sounded hollow, and full of pain. He wrapped his arms around Keith, only for Keith to realize that his arms were still moving higher. Suddenly, there was a knife at his throat, and him back was being pressed into Lance's chest.

"Lance? Lance, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry my love."

Lance brought his knee up to Keith's... sensitive area. Hard.

Keith fell to the ground screaming bloody murder, his voice going up several octaves.

"The job is done, Zarkon. I have him tied up and ready to deliver to you."

Lance tossed his husband over his shoulders in a fireman carry, ignoring the other man's tearful protests.

He put Keith in the back of his space pod, making sure he couldn't escape. Within the hour, they had made it to Zarkon's ship.

"They heard a grating voice over the comms, "Bring him here. The hangar door is open."

Wow. Zarkon really needs a cough drop.

As soon as they made it inside, Lance dragged Keith out of the pod and untied his wrists. Lance put a firm hand on Keith's shoulder to guide him towards the guards, who were lining the outer walls of the room.

That's when Keith started struggling. he threw Lance off of him. Lance's gun had fallen to the ground, so Keith grabbed that and started shooting anyone in his path.

He was a good 45 feet away from the space shuttle. (That's fifteen-ish meters.)

He was only ten feet away when he heard the yell.

Lance's yell. Oh no.

Keith stopped in his tracks to see Lance standing behind him.

His violet eyes widened as he watched Lance shudder. A dark spot of blood pooled on the left side of his chest.

Red. Like those poppies he gave me on our first date. How did he know those are my favorite?

Lance crumpled to the ground, landing awkwardly with his limbs splayed out around him.

Keith rushed to his side, laying Lance's head gently onto his lap.

"Don't look, so betrayed Keith. I know what you're thinking."

Of course you know. You always know.

Keith must have said that aloud, because Lance chuckles weakly.

"I know you, Keith. No amount of yelling and trying will keep me alive. I would apologize for doing this, but I feel no regret. I am fighting for the correct side, just like you should be. The only reason I stayed with Voltron for so long is because my love for you was the only real emotion I had on that damned ship. How do you think Zarkon tracked and killed the other paladins so easily? I've been giving him intel for years."

Keith's face darkened.

Lance had killed Keith's only family, everyone that every cared about him. But the worst part was, Keith still couldn't stop loving Lance.

He looked to his lover's face and felt only fondness.

Still he screamed, "I HATE you! H-How could you do this to them? How c-could you d-do this to ME?"

Keith's voice cracked heavily, as he started to sob into Lance's chest.

"Are you talking about me dying, or me betraying the team? Because between you and me, I think I know which one you're more upset about. I bet if the team were still alive, you'd help me kill them all if it meant staying together."

Keith couldn't say a word, because it was all true.

Lance clearly saw that, because when his eyes closed at last, a smile had settled on his face.

"Farewell my Samurai."

And with that, Lance heaved his final breath.

"Ugh, that was so dramatic."

Lance's head popped up.

"Hey! I think we're pretty good actors, actually."

Kayla Rosa McClain stepped up onto her Papi's stomach. (sorry, I couldn't figure out how to accent it)

Keith scoffed.

"Oh come on. That was really good. I even cried."

"Ya! Trust me, it's really hard to make your Daddy cry. Did you see me slam him in the man parts? Not. A. Tear. Sorry 'bout that by the way."

The McClains had only one daughter, found homeless after the Galra attack years ago.

When the husbands had come across her, she was only 2 years old and still nameless.

(Keith made sure to sue that orphanage after they had left, he understood entirely what it was like to feel unsafe and parentless in a group home.)

"It was so gross and lovey."

Lance raised and eyebrow.

"You keep that attitude up, young lady, and I will not hesitate to kiss your daddy right here in front of you."

Mama McClain had taught Lance well. Kay screeched loudly before covering her eyes.

"Please don't."

Kosmo rushed in to join the fun. He ended up sprawled across the dads, and smothering Kayla's legs.

Keith struggled for a moment before giving up.

"I can beat a druid, multiple enhanced aliens, and a bunch of extremist purple cats, but I am trapped by my own wolf."

"And me! The evil Zarkon! I'm the coolest Zarkon ever! Vrepit Sa!"

"Lance! Look what you've done! Our kid is going over to the dark side!"

"No regrets, my lovely Prince Brooding. No regrets."

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...April Fools?

Idk if I did that right, but it was fun, so there.

Imma try my first-ever poll:

Also, I'm going on a vacay starting tomorrow with my family, so it's possible that I won't post anything for the next 4 days.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Bye Loves!

#klance #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance child #kosmo #tawny post

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Nat gives you cookies as an apology

SUBMISSION: hi could you do possibly write adult nat x reader fluff?

You were used to this tug of war between you and Nat. It had existed for decades, even before the crash. Your personalities clashed just as often as they fit together, but this had intensified since Nat picked up a drug habit.

She had let you down again, totally ditching your plans to meet up for dinner. You were busy, and she knew that, and was frequently taking advantage of you. You were angry with her to say the least.

It was early Sunday morning when the doorbell rang. The sun wasn't even up yet. You looked toward your alarm clock which read 4:00 AM. You groaned, annoyed that someone was bothering you at this hour, but quickly became concerned. Who could be bothering you at this hour?

You were stark naked under your sheets, so you clumsily grabbed for a robe and tied it around yourself before shuffling out into the living room where the front door was. It rang sporadically, like the person behind the door wasn't giving it time to fully ring before pushing the button again.

"For fuck's sake." You yelled out, opening the door wide.

You rolled your eyes. Natalie was on the other end, because of course she was. She was smiling at you awkwardly, holding what looked like a tupperware container filled with some dessert in her hands. "Heeey."

"Oh my God, Nat. It is four in the fucking morning." You said, exasperated.

"I brought cookies though..." She said, her tone of voice almost saying "duh."

You grabbed the tupperware from her and cradled it under your arm. "Well, get inside. It's cold out."

She obliged, walking in and shutting the door behind her. "They're white chocolate and macadamia. Your favorite!"

You ripped open the lid. "Nat, are these just Pepperidge Farm?"

"I said they were your favorite."

You put one in your mouth. They were your favorite, she had gotten something right.

"Shouldn't you be out somewhere on a coke binge?" You garbled through a cookie. "I don't know, maybe getting drunk or something? You're really good at that."

"I sobered up since this evening." She said meekly. "I...I know I forgot about dinner."

You blinked at her. "Nice of you to finally remember."

"I just." She swallowed. "Things have been really hard since I got out of rehab."

"Again." You reminded her. "Got out of rehab again. The same rehab that Taissa has paid for several times."

She pursed her lips. "I...I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I know I fucked up."

"You keep fucking up, Nat." You said, putting the cookies on the coffee table. "What do I do with that? I'm putting in a lot of effort to be here for you. With you. I want to be together, and I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one who wants that."

"You're not." She walked toward you quickly. "I want this too. So badly. But...you know how I am. I self sabotage everything good in my life."

You sighed. "You can't keep sabotaging me. I wont be waiting here forever."

She grabbed you into a tight hug. "Give me another chance. Another chance to not let you down."

Your shoulders relaxed, and so did your anger. It was like having a puppy. You could never stay angry at her for long. "I love you, Nat. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do. It's the only thing I'm sure of anymore." She responded, burying her head into your neck.

"So do you plan on staying, then?"

Her hand went from being wrapped around your waist to cupping your ass. "I sure did."

You slapped at her arm. "Hey. Don't make advances on me just yet, you're still in the dog house."

"How long until I'm out?" She pulled away from the hug, slumping over dramatically.

"Maybe a cookie or two more." You smiled back at her.

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #fluff #fanfic #x reader