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#tysm again!!! i’m so glad you like the name :’)
ctrlchar · 3 months
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hello ! ( request heavily inspired by your jake nsfw alphabet) could you please write a smut where the reader cries and he’s praising, using pet names, etc. and then after he’s all fluffy and lowkey pussy drunk please ? thanks
(i love how you write jake btw xoxo <3)
a/n: thank you for the request!! and tysm i’m glad you enjoy it! also title comes from bastard by mötley cruë
please baby please
for the past while your boyfriend had been pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you,barely stopping in between. his rough hands had been holding you close to him as his hips rocked in and out of you.
he plays with your tits pinching the nipples between his fingers alternating from one to the other
his gruff moans filling the air as he began to get closer to his release. the feeling had become too much for you as you got that familiar knot in your stomach once again. your moans going up in pitch as he began to push into you even faster.
and almost in sync the two of you both came soaking the sheets below with Jake pulling you into a deep kiss in the process.
after a couple of moments, he begins to move his kiss from your mouth down to your chest “you make me feel so good baby,love you and this pussy so much” he practically moans into your skin
the kisses begin to go lower and lower until he’s eye level with your puffy cunt which had a pool of his cum dripping down it.
“c’mon baby you can give me one more yeah?” he starts “gonna be all about you” he mumbles into your thighs leaving hickeys along the way.
he looked up at you through his lashes as a way to verify you were okay,which you were since you gave him a short nod to continue going.
the flat of his tounge licks a long stripe all the way up to your clit causing you to jerk your hips from the sudden feeling.
you could feel Jake’s hands soothingly rubbing your thighs before he began to gently suck on your bundle of nerves.
in an almost instant your hands flew to his hair for support as you let out a moan,already knowing you wouldn’t last long. your hands gently tug onto his black hair making him moan right into you
“j-jakey m’ not gonna last long” you cry out, beginning to grind your cunt against his face, with his nose rubbing just right on your clit.
you threw your head back into the pillow from just how much pleasure he was giving you as his tongue continued its assault on your heat
you could tell he mumbled something telling you it’s okay and how you can cum whenever you want to. of course you deserved it i mean he had been fucking you for however long getting orgasm after orgasm so what’s the harm in one more?
his tounge barely made it into your tight cunt before you came onto his tounge,arching your back off the bed in the process
tears began to well in your eyes from just how much pleasure you were feeling,it was just too good.
once you had came down from your orgasm you were the definition of a hot mess,the shirt you had been wearing was pushed up past your tits,with your panties completely off. any makeup you had been wearing had been ruined along with whatever hairstyle you had
Jake had removed his mouth which had been latched onto you moments prior as he got up with a quick “i’ll be right back”
he had come back with some clothes for you to change into along with a blanket for you two to lay ontop of since neither of you really felt like changing the sheets right then and there
after he had helped you get your clothes on he laid down beside you a small smile on his face “how was it baby?” he asked obviously knowing the answer to which you laughed
“is there anything I can get you?” he questions knowing he went a bit rough. you shake your head no as you tell him you just wanna rest with him that he happily obliges to
his gentle hands stroked your hair as you laid on his chest listening to his heart beat tracing his tattoos with your finger.
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theyluvkarolina · 2 months
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Saw your post about requests being open and had this idea and I didn’t want to fall asleep and forget about it. Idk if you do Esteban Ocon but yeah. Esteban and Kpop idol, she real famous and she’s been soft launching someone for years but never revealed them because her management won’t allow her to reveal who it is. Anyways her contract ends and she reveals that the person she’s been soft launching is Esteban and they’re actually married and have a kid. (You can pick the gender). Thanks. Love the two works you put out already and can’t wait to read more 🫶
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓
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. ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` why the french guy bro 😞 … ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ kpop and f1? what on earth would that have in common? a lot actually!
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ esteban ocon x reader
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ most photos are of jennie!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ cursing, reader speaks her mind lol, pregnancy and kids?
𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ I would be lying if I said I didn’t start tearing up at the end 🥹🩶 thank you so so much! people like you encourage me to keep going :)) Fair warning, I’m practically clueless about K-pop… but I still tried my best! I decided against having the reader be part of a group, but rather a soloist, just for my sake until I gain more knowledge. again, thank you so much lovely, I hope you and everyone else enjoy 🫶
this is def the longest one yet 😵‍💫
some of the concept isn’t exactly the same, but I definitely tried to best to give what you requested!
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therealyn_ln merci, paris! thank you to all who joined the show!
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username3 i literally couldn’t stop screaming,… best show yet!
→ therealyn_ln tysm! You fans always encourage me to try even harder!
username7 oh she’s totally ignoring the recent news flash…
→ username9 what news?! → username10 apparently, she was seen with some guy after her show in Paris!
username8 who is the mystery man?!
username11 why is no one mentioning the fact that esteban ocon is in the comments?!
→ username12 the fact that a f1 driver is even in the comments of a kpop idol is strange enough. → username13 it’s not even that, he WATCHED the show!
estebanocon glad to know you loved Paris! The show was amazing!
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urmanagersuser call me. right now.
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therealyn_ln Me 🤝 First F1 Race! Honored to be a part of Alpine’s garage tonight! Wonderful work by @ fernandoalonso and @ estebanocon!
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fernandoalonso Of course. You are always welcome. 👍
username14 WHO IS THAT MAN??? I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE ‘19!
username15 we lost her guys 😔😔
username16 Y/N and F1?! My life is at it’s highest!
username17 is that… the guy at her Paris show before the COVID-19 shut down?!
alpinef1team Thank you, Y/n! Overjoyed to have you join our garage and team! You certainly energized us this race 😉
estebanocon always willing to win! especially with your support 😊
username18 I can’t be the only one that’s been noticing something fishy lately…
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username19 estie bestie!!
username20 uhmm…. the dinner photo?!
username21 WHO IS HE WITH 🤔 🤔
username22 surely Y/N posting that photo with her soft launch bf and estie’s dinner isn’t a coincidence…
alpinef1team we keep pushing! 👊
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therealyn_ln Hello fans, for the next upcoming year, I will be taking a break from music, and embracing the love of my fans, and finally being able to share my love for my husband with not just me, but to finally show it to all of you.
happy new years to all! Happy 2022 :)
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username21 why the french guy bro 😞
username19 HUSBAND?!
username22 SINCE WHEN WAS SHE MARRIED?!
username20 what happened to hi? my name is?
username18 I TOLD YOU GUYS SOMETHING I FISHY
alpinef1team Mr and Mrs L/N-Ocon 🫡
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username19 no way.
username22 A BABY ALREADY?
username20 i’m at a loss for words.
alpinef1team Future driver in the works! 🏁👀
estebanocon so happy to be part of this journey with you my love ❤️
→ therealyn_ln my favorite frenchie 🥐 → charles_leclerc :( → pierregasly damn. → francisca.cgomes don’t worry @ pierre_gasly you’re always my fav ❤️
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therealyn_ln welcome to the world baby Alix 🤍
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hanniluvi · 10 months
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💭 — ENHYPEN WHEN YOU CALL THEM BRO !
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tysm for requesting anon!! i hope you enjoy <3
warnings : mentions of pet names (like once or twice?), mentions of kissing
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🖇️ — HEESEUNG
— at first he’s chill and thinks it was just a slip up
— cause he knows you’ve been hanging out with riki and jungwon too much lately so he lets it slide at first
— but like once he hears it again hes like okay something is up . so like he automatically stops everything he’s doing and just stares at you.
— “why do you keep calling me bro?” and you’re like 🤨 cause you thought nothing was wrong about it
— he fr goes on a full rant about why you shouldn’t be calling him bro and only his members could and how you’re only allowed to call the rest bro 😭
— ofc u don’t take him seriously cause he looks cute complaining about it. and he’s like “are you listening.” and you js go “yeah bro i am” and he falls onto his knees SO DRAMATIC FR .
— and you have to apologize millions of times and give him a bunch of kisses which he gladly accepts as a payment <3
— now you know not to do so ! you do it sometimes for fun tho
🖇️ — JAY
— he’s gonna be so quick to spot it out, he just won’t let it slide.
— “bro? really?” automatically raises his eyebrow and starts questioning you . imagine a cartoon character js angrily tapping their foot on the ground , hes like that LMAO
— you just wanted to tease him more so you’re like “what’s wrong with that?”
— “im not your bro, im your boyfriend.” he’s so straightforward with it , it just makes u fall for him again.
— he feels happy when he manages to convince you to stop doing it doesn’t tell you how relieved he felt LMFAO
— and without you knowing he goes onto scolding heeseung bc you’ve been hanging around him lately LMAO
— “heeseung they been saying bro a lot.” “okayyy jay what does this have to do with me..” “you’re the problem in our relationship.” “WHAT?” save heeseung
🖇️ — JAKE
— gets real pouty and confused real quick after hearing it more than once. like he’s sure that bro is in his vocabulary BUT hearing you call him bro ??? its just a no no.
— “okay i think that’s enough.” and ure like enough of what .. and hes going on a rant for real BUT hes shy about it … like sir spit it out !!!
— you were understanding untillll it started slipping out again. he’s like devastated and goes on saying “layla would never call me bro” LIKE AS IF HIS DOG HAD ANY PART TO THIS??
— now you only call him bro for fun or like when he gets u mad on purpose .. it became an advantage bc he switches up SO FAST just for you to not call him that anymore. love him <3
— starts using more pet names with you so that you’re reminded that he’s your lover and not some bro </3
— “love you snookums” “okay that’s even worse than your other nickname.” “can’t help it.”
🖇️ — SUNGHOON
— nope he does not take it!! he does not want his own lover to be calling him bro ??
— “do bros do this?” bye he would go to you and kiss you , maybe bring you onto your lap too and js look at you .. or just wrap his arms around your waist .. “i don’t think bros do that.” sir stop this im not ur strongest soldier
— after seeing ur flustered face , he’d grin feeling proud .
— every time you do that, he’s just gonna start becoming really clingy and just touchy
— andddd you can say you call him bro on purpose 😊 he knows
— but he doesn’t care cause that just gives him a reason to just shower you with kisses 😊
🖇️ — SUNOO
— if he’s busy w something and hears you call him bro, he’s whipping his head around so fast when he hears that from you
— literally this emoji 😧 and is like “what did you just say?”
— and you repeat it again and he’s like okay … this is a problem. he racks up ideas on why you would call him that…he thinks real hard as if your relationship with him is falling apart???
— you have to explain how when you’re comfortable w/ someone you call them that. as much as he’s glad you’re comfy with him, he still refuses it
— “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, but i rather for you to call me something sweet. like love or baby or something. just not bro.”
— gen feels proud that you listened and called something else . smiles like an idiot whenever you called him something sweet! your reward? lots of love from sunoo <3 as if he doesn’t shower you with love everyday
🖇️ — JUNGWON
— oh you already know he’s just gonna laugh it off awkwardly. LIKE REAL AWKWARD
— ha. ha. ha. it’s literally him and funny to imagine
— and you’re like 🤨 cause why tf is he acting like that
— “oh nothing 😊” he’s lying and he’s glad you picked up on it, hoping you’d catch on
— and he starts double taking, maybe he wasn’t being so affectionate as a bf which he is stop and just starts trying to do more physical touch w/ you or any of the love languages you love </3
— you calling him bro got him asking jay for help 😭
— literally only feels better until you call him something else than bro. like he feels like he’s doing well and is proud of it ! like once you call him smth else hes all giggly and like oh 🤭please don’t call him bro in the future </3
🖇️ — NIKI
— okay okay, he knows you and him joke around a lot, but you’re getting a LITTLE too comfortable
— like the person he loves ??? besides his other members ??? calling him bro ???
— like he wouldn’t be too vocal on it until you’ve said it to him too much . he would try to show you how he doesn’t like it as much but you don’t seem to pick up on it.
— so what does he do? hold your hand / ask for a hug after you do! surely you’ll get it 😊 and trust me you do.
— “ki why the hell are you holding onto my hand so tight?” “ i dunno, why am i?”
— once you find out, you tease him sm, leaving him with a red face and telling you to shut up.
— but once you stop, he feels relieved <3 love him lots please
— just starts becoming very clingy to you now :)
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💭 — i love my boyfriends 😊
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canthelpit0 · 4 days
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Enemies (With Benefits) PT4
Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader
Wordcount: 4K +
Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly
Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)
(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)
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Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.
Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.
I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.
I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.
I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.
We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.
I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.
Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.
Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.
I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me
I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.
I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.
Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.
I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.
I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.
I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.
I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.
I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.
I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.
Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.
Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.
Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.
Maybe I can obsess over someone else.
And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.
Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.
I tip the dive and finally get out the car.
I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.
I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.
I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.
Chris..
Chris?
I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.
Okay so I was extremely late, so what.
I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.
I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.
I need to stop thinking about him.
But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.
I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.
I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.
Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.
★ ★ ★
After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.
This would be a simple hook up.
Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.
And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.
I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.
Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.
I turn around to see what’s happening.
It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.
I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.
I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.
Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.
My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.
Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.
I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.
I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.
I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.
I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.
I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.
After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.
Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.
Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.
“Why would you hit him?”
I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.
He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.
“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.
I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.
“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.
I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.
We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.
I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.
And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.
“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”
“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.
“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.
“Oh and you don’t?”
The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.
“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.
“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.
“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.
He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.
He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.
I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.
I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.
“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”
I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.
Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.
I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.
“God I’ve missed you so much.”
His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.
“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.
I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.
I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.
“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.
“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.
I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.
“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.
I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.
I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.
His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.
I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.
I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.
Never thought that was possible. But here we are.
The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.
I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.
“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.
“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”
I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.
“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.
I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.
He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.
“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.
I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.
I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.
I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.
I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.
“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.
I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.
I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.
I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.
“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.
I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.
I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.
Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.
When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.
My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.
I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.
“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.
His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.
“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.
“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.
I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.
“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.
“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.
“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.
One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.
Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.
I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.
I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.
“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.
He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.
I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.
“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.
Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.
“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”
My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.
With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.
He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.
His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.
I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.
Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.
Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.
well at least that’s what he used to tell me.
He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.
I sigh feeling him fill me up again.
In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.
But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.
We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.
This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing
And that’s exactly what it was.
Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.
We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.
So why did it feel so good though?
“You good ma?”
Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.
“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.
He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.
we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.
He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.
“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.
“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.
Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.
“Can I come in you?”
I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.
“ ‘corse” I mumble back.
And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.
My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.
He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.
He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.
He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.
Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.
“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.
Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.
He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.
He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.
I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.
His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”
His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.
Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.
He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.
My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.
I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.
And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.
After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.
He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.
“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.
“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.
“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.
He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.
Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.
“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.
He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.
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A/N: I loved writing this series. But it’ll probably only have one more chapter (so 5 in total). This was my first ever series, and it was so fun to write. Love y’all. My dms & req are open 🩷
‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️
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trcpicoz · 5 months
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hey I was the one who suggested the domi toys one TYSM I just read it!!! So hot and good!! I was wondering if you could do something w Ruben or Domi about the reader being quiet when they have s3x and she’s shy about being vocal etc and they’re determined to make her feel so good so she has no choice but to be moaning etc and they encourage her to like moan their name etc idk this sounds good in my head haha ily !!
𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞
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author’s note: omg i’m so glad i was able to do your idea justice this makes me so happy i hope you love this too🥹🩷
warnings: smut 18+, oral f receiving, overstimulation, dom ruben, aftercare of course
word count: 805
ruben’s face was rested on your breasts in bed while you stroked your fingers through his hair making him whimper and feel safe against your skin. he looked up at you with his glowing brown eyes “baby i have a question” you paused the strokes thru his hair “what’s up?”. “why don’t you moan that much when i fuck you? am i doing something wrong?”. this immediately scared you as you knew why you didn’t moan so loud for him, you felt embarrassed. “no baby you do a good job i’m just shy i guess” ruben looked up at you and laughed because he thought it was adorable how shy you were about letting him hear your pleasure. what was a soft and submissive ruben on your chest quickly turned into the dominant and seductive prince you knew best. “how about this, i’ll eat your pussy-” ruben slowly lowered his face down to your core “wait ruben i’m scared” you’ve never had someone go down on you before this experience was foreign to you “shh princesa you have to trust me and my tongue, i’ll make you moan i promise you just have to let me done one thing. when you’re gonna cum let me keep going and if it’s too much tell me to stop but trust me when i tell you it’ll feel amazing okay?” he whispered this in your ear while caressing your cheek making you feel as safe as possible. “okay go ahead” ruben grabbed your cheeks with one hand and aggressively kissed you biting your lips “open up your legs for me gatinha” you whimpered “look at you already moaning for me, i didn’t even start”. “boy shut up” ruben laughed at how much attitude you got with “you won’t be telling to shut up when i start humming against your clit” you smiled at his words which you knew were true.
ruben began to taste the wetness dripping from your core working his tongue in the ways you loved most. he moved his tongue from the bottom of your folds to your clit slowly and slipped a finger inside you “more baby please” you need more fingers inside you to simulate his girth but he only listened to clear commands even if he knew what you meant he loved teasing you “more of what baby?” he smiled mischievously fucking you with his middle finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb “ruben stop teasing me you know what i mean” he made his movements faster to make the words coming out of your mouth harder to exit “cmon tell me i know you can” you struggled “pu- put another finger- inside me- PLEASE” ruben chuckled at your eagerness and buried his face into your core with a second finger inside you. ruben continued playing with your clit like it was his favorite toy. you pulled on his hair making him grunt “i’m sorry ruben it just feels so goo-” ruben stopped licking abruptly but kept moving his fingers “it’s okay do you want you need to ride it out i know it’s intense” he winked at you arrogantly, he’s confident in his skills.
“rubs” you whimpered and he laughed against your clit sending vibrations through your body. “rub- baby i’m so close i’m gonna cum” he started started fucking you rough with his fingers “look at you finally making some noise” he went back down to suck on your clit overstimulating your core as you came. your legs shook and you screamed from the pleasure. ruben lifted his face again continuing with his fingers “just like that baby say my name” tears fell from your eyes, at this moment you felt a rush of lust and love. “ruben i love you” he blushed and placed his tongue against you once more “oh fuck baby it’s so fucking good”. ruben made you moan just like he promised, you trusted him and he made you feel amazing. he licked the wetness off his lips and his fingers and leaned in to kiss you “you can taste your sweetness on my tongue can’t you princesa?” you giggled and he held you in his arms.
“are you okay baby?” ruben checked up on you after the intense orgasm to make sure he didn’t hurt you. “i’m okay ruben it was so good i just wanna get cleaned up” he carried you to the bathroom with his muscular arms like your knight in shining armor. “i’ll run a bath for us and we can just unwind and talk for a while, i know you need this right now” you kissed him and held his face “why are you so good to me?” ruben placed you on the counter and stood in between your legs “because i love you more than anything in the world”.
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aetherdoesthings · 3 months
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Hey hey! Me is back with another request (•̀ᴗ•́)و
This time I was wondering if you could please write about rejecting affection from luffy, sanji, nami, and robin (usual four) as like a joke but they don’t know.
If you want to you can replace sanji for zoro (since I notice you never really get to write for him).
Anyway tysm for taking my request and thank you if you write this 🫶🏾🫶🏾
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hey hey! welcome back (come up with a name or emoji you want me to call you) anon! glad to have you back :).
forethoughts: i wanted to write for zoro this time since you're right- i never get a chance to write for him, but i stuck with sanji instead because you'll see why.
notes: gn!reader
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Luffy
“Y/N!” The energetic boy sprinted over to you, carrying a slab of meat. You took your eyes off of the neverending sea, smiling at your beloved. 
“Check it! Look at how huge this piece of meat is!” Luffy exclaimed, his mouth watering. “Take a bite! Trust me, it’s really good!”
You smiled at your captain. Luffy’s most valued item in the whole world was meat; he would never share it with anyone else and would do whatever it takes to secure a slab of meat for himself. For him to share his meat with someone else… That would be the biggest honor Luffy could bestow upon anyone, other than being part of his crew. 
With you as his girlfriend, he’d always share his food with you, letting you have one bite before devouring the whole thing. 
Which is why you turned him down.
“Oh, Luffy-kun, I couldn’t possibly take your food away from you. Eat it.” You spoke in a higher pitch, putting one a smile as you pushed the slab of meat closer to him.
“Okay!” Luffy shoved the entire slab of meat into his mouth, a huge smile on his face. It almost came out of his mouth as you slapped the back of his head, your eyebrows furrowed as you gritted your teeth.
“I wanted to eat the meat!” You scowled at him.
“You said you didn’t want to!” Luffy shot you a confused look.
“I was lying!”
“Well why did you say that?!” “I wanted to see if you would actually give me the meat when I said no!” “Oh. I can throw it up if you really-”
“LUFFY!”
Sanji
“My beloved, dear, magnificent Y/N-swan, would you like to try this new dish I made? It’s with all your favorite food, all in one dish in harmony with all the flavors!” Sanji skipped towards you, holding a white plate with a pile of food. You removed your sunglasses, staring at the blonde hair man, who was just perfectly blocking the sun from your face. 
“Oh, Sanji dear, you’re so sweet.” You cooed at him, putting on that smile that you knew made his legs wobbly and eyes turn into hearts. Sanji let out a high pitched squeak, spinning around before presenting the plate to you again.
“Would you like to try a bite, my beloved?” Sanji smiled, his lovestruck eyes staring into your mischievous ones.
You grinned, putting your sunglasses back on as you took a sip from the cocktail Sanji made for you. “I’m alright, Sanji-kun. Thank you.”
His eyes turned back into normal, his grin turning into a frown. “You don’t want to try my dish? But you always try my dish…”
“I’m feeling quite full. I already had your delicious and splendid lunch you made for me, dear.”
“You thought that was good?” A spark flickered in his eyes, the corner of his mouth moving upwards.
“Of course, you made it.” You smiled at him.
“But you don’t want to try my new dish…?” He frowned.
A pang of guilt entered your heart as you smiled warmly at the chef, placing your hands on his cheeks as you pulled him in for a kiss. “You idiot, I was joking. Of course I would love to try out your dish! I love everything you make!”
He freezed, processing the kiss in his head before looking at you with a confused look. “But you said you were full…”
“I’m never full for your food, dear.”
“Then why did you say you were full?”
“I was lying, dear.”
“Oh… Y/N… you scared me.”
“Awh, I’m sorry, Sanji, come on, let me try your dish. I’m hungry.”
Sanji smiled at you, handing you the dish as he stood there, eagerly watching you eat his food.
Nami
“Y/N! Do you want to go on a shopping spree with me later this afternoon?” Nami asked, knocking on your cabin door. You looked up from your pile of papers standing up to greet your girlfriend with a kiss.
Since Nami was the navigator, she was always busy and never had the time to hang out with you and have fun with you. It was rare for the two of you to have a portion of time to be with each other, having fun and shopping.
You smiled at her, a devious thought creeping into your mind.
“I’m sorry, love, I’m quite busy.” You began to walk away, taking a seat on your desk. “I don’t think I can go shopping with you today. Besides, I already have a bunch of clothes you bought for me last time-”
You let out a yelp as a sharp pain spread through your ear, your bottom lifted from the chair as Nami dragged you out of the room.
“Nope! I spent a week clearing out my schedule and yours so we can go spend some time together as a couple! There’s no way you still have work to do! We’re going shopping today, that’s final!” The navigator declared adamantly, dragging you through the hallways, ignoring your screams of protest to release you from her iron grip. 
“Nami!” You screamed. Maybe your idea of rejecting Nami’s affection was not one of your brightest after all. 
“How do you still have work to do?! All you do is document our journeys and log it down!”
“I was lying!” Nami released you from her grip, causing you to stumble, since your body was leaning against hers. 
“What did you just say?” You could feel Nami’s death glare burning into your skull. You stood up, looking away.
“Wanted to see how you would react if I said no… of course I want to go shopping with you! I love spending time with you, Nami!”
Nami’s frown turned into a sly grin, as she wrapped her hands around your neck, planting a small kiss on your nose. “Was my dear beloved trying to tease me by rejecting me?”
“Maybe…” You chuckled.
“Well, when I want something, I’ll get it. If I want to go shopping with you, even if you say no, we’re going shopping. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Robin
“Y/N, darling, I found a book I think you’d enjoy. It’s a thriller, mystery. That is your favorite genre, is it not? Why don’t you give it a try, I think you’d like it.” You looked up from the book you were reading, as Robin entered the library, a book in her hand. You set down the book in your hands, putting it aside as you walked up to your girlfriend, planting a tiny kiss on her chin (you were already on your tippy toes trying to reach her). You took the book from her hands, looking at the front and back before smiling at her.
“Thanks, Robin, but I’m already reading another book. A romance, actually.” You smiled, going back to the couch as you picked up your book.
“You told me you like thriller, mystery books.” Robin remarked. “I went out to try and find a book you would like, since you don’t really read much. I’m surprised a romance novel caught your attention.”
You bit your lips. You loved a good mystery book, a complex murder mystery definitely got your attention. You wanted to read that book Robin chose for you so badly, but you wanted to see her reaction if you picked up a book yourself and started reading it casually. You didn’t even understand what was going on in the romance book. 
“It’s a very good book.” You finally stated. “But I don’t mind reading that mystery book either.”
“Alright then,” Robin set the book next to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as she went back to her desk. “You can read it later, then. I hope you enjoy your books, Y/N.”
You looked up from your book, watching Robin take a seat as she began her work again on poneglyphs. You were shocked at how unfazed Robin was, how calm she remained. You’d expect her to make a comment about how she spent an hour searching for a book just for you to pick up your reading habit. Yet she didn’t bat an eye at you reading a romance novel she knew you hated.
You set the romance book down, walking over to Robin as you tapped on her shoulder. She turned around, a smile on her face. “Do you need something, Y/N?”
“Why didn’t you say anything about me reading that romance book?” You frowned.
“Was I supposed to?”
“You knew I hated that book… and I turned down the book you spent hours looking for for me…”
“Oh, darling.” Robin cupped your face. “While it is true I spent a while searching for a book I thought you’d enjoy, I don’t mind if you choose to read another book. As long as you are reading something, I’m happy.” 
You smiled at her words, even though your plan of rejecting her affection had failed. “What if I’m reading smut?”
Robin let out a chuckle, patting your cheek. “We’ll talk when you do.”
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csl0ml · 4 months
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So needy… part 2
Chris x femreader!
Pt 1
HOLY MOLY 🤯
for my first fanfic yall really liked that. Thank you 🙏
Warnings‼️
smut, smut, smut 😍
pink: you
orange: chris
(Not proofread again bc I wrote this at like 1 am 😍)
Enjoy!!!!
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“Want me to fuck you now?”
I already know his answer but I asked him anyways.
“Please ma”
“Good.” I get on his lap and start kissing him. Chris starts making his way to my neck, then the bottom of my neck, then to my chest.
He grabs my bra and takes it off. He throws it somewhere in the room and starts sucking of my left boob.
I let out a moan as he grips my right boob. He lets it go with a pop. He moves to my right boob and starts sucking.
I slide my hands under his shirt and start massaging his chest. I tug on the bottom of the hem the shirt singling that I want it off.
Chris let’s go of my boob and takes his shirt off.
“Chris hurry up and just put it in.”
“Put what in?” He asks me with a smirk forming on his face.
I hate when he does this. He makes me tell him what I want when he damn knows what I want.
“Will you please put your cock in my pussy?” I ask him with a straight face.
“Of course ma. So needy.”
I scrunch my nose and look at him with a smirk. “Oh yeah? I’m not the one who was crying because of how bad they needed to cum was I?”
Chris just rolls his eyes and quietly giggles. He grabs my hips and lifts them up allowing his dick to be right under my throbbing pussy.
I grab his dick and align it with my dripping hole. I slowly slide it in as Chris lets go of my hips and lets them drop which leads to me letting out a loud moan.
“Oh my god Chris”
Chris starts thrusting up into me. Once I finally get used to him I push his hips down and I start bouncing on his cock.
Chris absolutely loves it when I take the lead. All he does is put his hands on my hips and lets his head fall back.
“Oh my god baby you feel so good”
I can feel me start to reach my orgasm.
“Chris I’m close” I moan out his name
“Me too baby, me too”
I bounce down and reach my orgasm. As I ride out my high I feel Chris reach his orgasm. Once we’re both calm from our orgasms I fall into Chris’s chest.
“You did so good baby”
I just hum in response since I’m so tired.
“Want me to run you a bath?”
“Please.” I look up at Chris and just find him staring at me. He smiles at me. I give him a small smile back.
He gently pushes me off of him so he can go to the bathroom.
He goes to the closet grabs himself some boxers and grabs me a bra and panties.
He also grabs our pjs for after the bath.
“Come on baby let’s get you cleaned up”
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a/n : sorry that was short but my friends found my acc so I felt weird writing more smut 🤷‍♀️. I have another idea for another story but I’m still deciding if it’s gonna be Matt or Chris. Also tysm for all the support on part 1. I’m really glad yall enjoyed it and for my first fanfic yall thought it was good. I’ll be working on the other story so it might take a little while
Anyways thank you again! 🤍
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hiii can u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on reader? like maybe reader is maybe a singer at the grammys and catches juliens eye
pls pls and thank u
jj chats: hiii!! i love this idea so so much and i am so happy i got to write it!!! i decided to do some headcannons and a bit of a blurb! but its mostly tailored to this specific scenario so if anyone wants a more general julien with a crush headcannons i can totally write that! just lmk!! also tysm for the request dear ilysm <333
warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, julien is very awkward!!!
feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!
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So lets say that Julien is aware of who you are, she knows your music, but never knew your face. She was crazy excited about you performing at the grammys.
She’s at the table when your name gets announced along with the 2 tracks you are playing and she immediately recognizes them.
She gets all giddy because she’s never seen you before and is excited for your set.
You play a mash up of two ballads where your vocals are incredible, your standing center stage. (I’m kind of picturing it to look like Olivia Rodgrigo’s set at the grammys)
Whatever outfit you’re wearing is a beautiful mix of emerald green and gold. Your dress/suit/whatever you are wearing has a very flowy vibe to it.
Anyway Julien sees you as the spotlight shines on you and her heart stops. You were more beautiful than she had ever thought. 
Then you open your mouth to sing and it's like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was released in her stomach.
Phoebe notices her awestruck state and whispers to Lucy.
Yk they made a plan to make sure you met that night.
When your performance ends you smile towards the crowd of brilliant musicians, lyricists and producers. The room erupts in cheers and applause, your head gets a little light as you take everything in. Everything that you’ve worked for has come to this, and you’ve finally made it, singing in a room full of all your biggest idols.
When the stage darkens, a crew member meets you and takes you back to a dressing room, helping you get back into your original grammy outfit. As you walk back to your seat you spot a woman with platinum blond hair in a white suit standing near your table, seemingly waiting for someone.
As you approach her you get a better look at who she was. Exclaiming “Phoebe!! I’m so glad to see you!” You pull her into a hug.
Pulling away, Phoebe replies “Hey dude! It’s been so long!”
“Way too long! Oh congrats on you and the boys wins tonight! I’m so happy for y’all!” You smile, then noticing the other two that make up Boygenius approach, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Lucy introduces herself and Julien, Julien stands squashed between Lucy and Phoebe. She smiles at you shyly, a light pink flushes her face. 
“Your performance was out of this world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing like that! Isn’t that right Julien?” Phoebe asks, nudging her bandmate with her elbow.
Julien sputters a little bit before replying “Your voice is so pretty.” Once the words leave her mouth her eyes widen a bit, as if she can’t believe she just said that. Phoebe and Lucy share a look before Phoebe moves to squeeze your upper arm.
“Me and Luce are gonna go mingle, have fun kids,” She turns away from you but you can almost swear you saw her wink at Julien before walking away. 
“I don’t think I’ve never formally introduced myself, I’m-”
“I know you,” Julien cuts you off, horror fills her face at her ill choice of words, “I mean I don’t know-know you, but I know of you! I like you! Fuck I mean I like your music, its really good! And your voice is amazing. It's so pretty! I’m rambling aren’t I?” The tattooed woman sighs, her face flushing again, this time a much brighter red.
“Yes, yes you are. But it's okay Julien, it's cute.” You giggle, reaching towards your purse to pull out your phone, pulling up messages. “Can I have your number, I’d love to talk to you longer but I gotta go visit someone before we have to be back in out seats. Maybe we could get coffee sometime and talk?” You hand the phone to Julien, gently placing it in her open palms.
“Really?” she waits for you to nod before putting her number in, hands shaking as she types.  “Thank you! And best of luck to you tonight! Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Julien says. You smile and grab Julien’s hand, squeezing it lightly. Once you let go she's off towards her table again. 
I could totally see Julien being so nervous around you that she types in her number wrong. So wehn you get home and call her and some random 39 year old guy from Alabama replies you are taken a little off guard.
But it's all fixed when you text Phoebe explaining the situation. 
Phoebe def made fun of Julien for that all the time now.
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ewills · 1 month
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APPLE CIDER PT.2 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
“and i don’t even like you that much…wait, i do fuck.”
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part two of my little drabble “apple cider” 💗 glad people enjoyed the first one..100 likes hehe tysm!! so hope you enjoy the second part <3
it has been about a week since you visited ellie’s store due to your recent busy schedule at your new work a small cafe on the coastline…it was cute. fairy lights lining the walls and the smell of coffee beans lingering in the air. you thought about going back to ellie’s store of course you did. she clearly likes you. so why where you so scared?
the little dingle of the bell at the front of the store and the scuffle of shoes indicated someone had walked in..you look up. that’s when you notice a pair of converse..untied laces that’s when your eyes immediately darted upwards. ellie. her name pin was still on her flannel she looks up also meeting your eyes her face immediately turning a very dark shade of crimson red almost matching your converse. she awkwardly walks up to you and orders, i smile constantly re-appearing on her face as she talks to you. she sits down at one of the empty tables her leg repeatedly bouncing up at down, you mark her drink with a little message reading “got that album on reserve for me? ill come by later if your still open xoxo (p.s tie ur laces!!) ” and bring it over to her table with a smile. (and shaky hands)
you hung up your apron and shut down for the night the cold air hitting your skin as you walk to ellie’s store the poorly nailed sign swaying in the wind..a small smile rose on your face as you entered, the floorboards creaking once again…you scanned the small shop that’s when your eyes landed on the auburn girl re-stacking the shelves “hey there” she says catching you a little of guard “hey” she stares at you for a good second taking in all your details before replying “i um got the album you where asking about the other week and a little something else” she mumbles a small smile creeping onto her face. she hurries away. shoelaces tied. after a few minutes she returns album in hand and a small bunch of flower’s definitely hand picked due to the slightly deformed petals. “here. and i picked these for you-i didn’t get to talk to you alot last week so i was wondering…if you wanted to get some dinner and maybe go to the beach or something…? she scratches the back of neck as you take the flowers and album “i would love too..sounds awesome” you reply with a smile “awesome” she reply’s her smile so big it started to hurt her cheeks as you walked out.
thank you all for reading once again! sorry if it’s a little short im rlly bad at ending things if you can’t tell 😭💗
“i know I’m not beabadoobee but we could be a perfect pair” -> i saw that on tik tok and thought it was so ellie coded and cute.
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aventurinemylove · 9 months
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FIRST TIME REQUESTING! So I have no clue if you're okay with what I'm ganna ask?
May I ask for a angst to fluff. (Only if you're okay with both in the request! unless you want it to be full angst) Like where reader/ y/n is near death (again only if your okay with it) wiith Dazai and Chuuya. (If you wish to add another one that's your choice!) It can be either a headcanon or short fic. Whichever one your more confterble with!
(Ps I love your smau au!)
Have a nice day/night/afternoon (it's 3:10 a.m for me 💀) but anyways if you can't accept my request I understand! But take care of yourself. ♡
A/n- OMG YOU DONT KNOW HOW FAST I GOT UP AND STARTED WRITING TYSM FOR THE REQ OMG AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE SMAU😭🫶
Close call
Dazai x reader and chuuya x reader (separate)
Genre-angst and fluff
Warnings- heavy topics, torture, blood, mori…
Songs to listen-skyfall adele,I bet on losing dogs mitski,francis forever mitski
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Osamu Dazai
You were sent on a mission by yourself by Fukuzawa to gather information on a rival organization. You knew the risks of this but you were willing to risk it To give the Ada any type of advantage. Before your mission dazai told you to be more cautious about everyone and everything, he had a pitiful feeling in his stomach..the same feeling when he lost his dear friend, which left him wondering if his past finally catching up to him?
Ever since you left the feeling only got worse and worse, he couldn’t take it anymore it was eating him alive he felt a sense of guilt, and for the first time in year, he felt fear..? Something might have happens to you..days without contact or even texts all his texts were delivered you never left him on delivered. He couldn't take it anymore and decided he will look for you himself.
Meanwhile, you haven't texted Dazai due to leaving your work phone at the ADA in order to not cause any suspicion between you and your new boss however you couldn't stay like this forever he saw you rummaging through classified files which ended up with you having to reveal your identity causing you to fight. What surprised you was the ambush from behind which ended up with u getting stabbed in the chest and losing conscious.
Once he got there he was late...your body on the ground bleeding profusely, he couldn't believe it he failed you. The person he vowed to serve and protect you only to fail you. His heart aches at seeing you so motionless so still. He couldn't even form a word he couldn't even stand on his feet. “You're not gone [name] right..” his voice filled with sorrow and disbelief. If only he came earlier..he could've prevented this he wouldn’t have lost you.
He ran to your body and held it..for the first time in years he couldn’t mask his emotions how could he..you were special to him the only one keeping on this ground, but now that your gone he has no will to live no reason to be here. “[name] I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, you didn’t deserve this awful fate my love..I’m sorry”. You were still conscious you heard everything how u you wish you can tell him “everything’s going to be okay” but honestly not even you knew if your going to make it”
Dazai held u so close running towards the nearest hospital he could find without any second thought begging every doctor to treat you before it was to late. He didn’t leave your side the whole time you were unconscious, atsushi brought Dazai food and made sure to give him company and any ounce of hope he had.
It was almost a month since that event you haven’t woken up not even once…this left Dazai terrified he only thought of the worst outcome. Though before u hit one month of being unconscious you woke up, every emotion hitting you but the one hitting you the most was shock and fear. You couldn't believe you were alive, and you also wondered who brought you to the hospital but soon realization and memories hit you. Dazai found you laying unconscious, you couldn't help but have guilt. Your poor husband finding you unconscious and unresponsive was a horror to think about.
You were so deep in thought you didn't notice Dazai practically tugging you into a hug crying his eyes out on your shoulder. [name] my love I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I failed you I was so scared, I was so scared of you leaving me like everyone” he said between broken sobs. “Dazai dear I'm sorry for being so careless I really should've seen it coming” you say through your tears.
To say the least, dazai is happy you're alive and that's all that matters to him.
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Nakahara Chuuya
You and Gin were sent on a mission personally requested by Mori, which was odd since usually, he would have you take missions with Chuuya since he had his suspicions here and there. You always found your boss “odd” he always figured out things even he was told which was a scary thought.
On the mission, you were told to play a fair person and your objective was to woe the victim over and that's when Gin strikes. Though it was easier said than done, during the night you felt like something was coming for you or that you were being watched but you pushed your thoughts away for the sake of the mission. You found something quite odd about your victim he looks like a former mafia member though you've never seen him, you feel like his name was mentioned somewhere.
Fortunately, before the night ended you got the victim to think that you were an innocent person trying to get help from him for your company on how to grow it etc. But he knew you were from the mafia he had his eyes on you ever since you stepped in, he knew Mori would send an executive to assassinate him during this party. You had a feeling that your facade was seen through like clear glass, which made the gut feeling start to tell you “leave” or “go home” but you knew being in the mafia your life was always on risk.
Chuuya on the other hand was sweating and shaking something was telling him to watch over you that night, he had a feeling Mori had some plan since usually he would send him with you and no one else. So while you and Gin were on your way to the party he followed you guys but decided to stay hidden until he felt he was needed.
You were unexpectedly brought a handkerchief to your mouth making you pass out. Otherwise, Gin was concerned about what could have happened to you, you weren't giving her any sign to strike..unless the struck first which had her panicking since she also didn't see the host anywhere. She Knew something was wrong, so through her headset she let everyone know “Code red, our executive is missing”. Just hearing this made Chuuya jump and head to the party area before he knew it, he was frantically searching for you everywhere in the area but had no luck he couldn't find you and this made him more frustrated he couldn't believe he took his eyes off you for a bit and you were MISSING.
It was days maybe 3 days since the incident they had you tied to a chair with handcuffs tied to both hands making it impossible to use your ability. You were so beat up all these days tortured just for some information you didn't have. “Now where is that supply box” he spoke, another hit towards your ribs but you stayed silent. “OH SO WE ARE GONNA PLAY THE SILENT GAME ARE WE?!” he says but before you were hit again the doors of the area were crushed open before you knew it Gin ran to you and untied you, and carried you to the truck where they already had a medical professional on board.
Meanwhile, chuuya made sure this man was dead and he made sure that he paid for what he did to you. Chuuya had rage in him, the state he found you in made me sick and sad, how could this asshole do this to you. After his job was chuuya got back to the truck where the doctor talked to him. “Sir they will be unconscious for a few days maybe a few hours if lucky but they had a few broken ribs and a few bruises to the head”. He couldn't believe what he heard, he felt the rage he had earlier come back to him, but he kept his composer just nodded to the doctor.
He was now facing you he felt his heart shatter to 100 pieces the pain and guilt he felt was eating him alive. “If only I got there earlier” or “I should've taken the mission but compared to other missions this was one of the least dangerous. He knelt near your bed while holding your hand slowly letting the tears down.
After 3 days you finally open your eyes looking around the unfamiliar room it looked nothing like the mafia hospital room which relieved you, you didn't have to deal with mori and his annoying overbearing antics, how u hated him and wanted someone to take his spot.
While lost in thought u turn to see flowers and a note on the bedside, you grabbed them smiling to yourself already knowing who it was. As you looked at the flowers you open the note slightly smiling as you read. “My dearest [name] I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you as I vowed to you I will, so after you feel better let me take you out to eat, sincerely yours Chuuya Nakahara” but before you finished you saw the end “ps I’ll visit you later I'm on a mission right now”. You never knew how you got lucky with such a man but honestly, it did take you guys a while to be where you are at right now.
Later…
You were sitting down reading a book when you heard the hospital door bust open, at first you thought it was an enemy attack but you were relieved to see Chuuya at the door with a little box at hand. “My love” you heard Chuuya speak “I got you this,” he says as he gives you the box. You were shocked, to be honest, you weren't expecting anything so when u recognized the jewelry box you began to cheer up. “Thank you dear you didn't have to,” you say smiling at him while opening the box, to your surprise there was a gorgeous necklace that you'd been wanting for a while but couldn't get your hands on it, so it was surprising to see Chuuya get ahold of such an item.
You felt your eyes start to tear up as you pulled Chuuya into a tight hug and whispered “Thank you my love I couldn't ask for someone more amazing than you”. Chuuya was surprised by your sudden action but didn't complain at all. “My love I'm sorry for not being there on time,” Chuuya said his voice cracking “If maybe I was there earlier this could've been avoided”. “Chuuya it's ok, I'm fine I'm here with you look on the bright side at least we got him” you say softly.
Chuuya knew you were right, he was just happy you were alive and with him still.
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choccy-milky · 3 months
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Bro I’m kicking my feet in the air! The new chapter was so FREAKING GOOD!!!!
I’ve said this in the past but I LOVE the way you write Anne, ominis and the general fluff for this story and I can’t even begin to talk about your art and how much I smile when I see you post ❤️❤️❤️
10/10 I missed our normal pink flag Sebastian
BAHAHA AW TYY💖💖IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT💖 i love writing all of their dynamics not just clora and sebs, so im glad you like that as well 🥹tysm again🥹 and fr between my dark relic comic and my relic!seb art i been missing him too, all hail the return of the SLIGHTLY red flag/pink flag boi 🚩🩷🏳️🩷🚩
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oh god idk LMAO. the climax is gonna be happening in the next 1-2 chapters, and then after that its gonna be summer stuff / epilogue with a bit of seb and clora as curse-breakers and what thats like, but i have no idea how long itll be BAHAHA, i am starting to get a bit self-conscious about the word count and how big my fic is tbh LMFAO so im glad youd be fine if it went on forever LOOL💖💖
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@oneofafew NO BAHAHA THEYRE NOT RELATED AT ALL, I DIDNT REALIZE THERE WAS ALREADY A LAWLEY IN THE GAME LMAO, maybe he can be his uncle or some shit, bc the lawley in the game is also an asshole. its funny too, bc when me and hogwartslegacypics were trying to find out what bully boi's ACTUAL name was by looking in the audio files of all the NPCS, we saw a "lawley" and i started freaking out i was like OMG IF I ACCIDENTALLY GUESSED HIS NAME RIGHT THATD BE AMAZING🤯🤯 but alas........no. no relation LOL
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@slytherinsomniari IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, TYY💖 and for the anatomical parts u mean the x-ray stuff? tbh its just a trope/thing that happens in hentai manga which is where a lot of my reference/inspo comes from when i draw nsfw stuff, and i always liked it, so i included it into my own art. as for how i can tell when theres too much....well there are certain sites you can always go to to watch an actual video to see what a 'normal' amount is, but WHO CARES IF ITS REALISTIC OR NOT I SAY, ITS ALL KINKY FANTASY SHIT, WHO NEEDS REALISM💪
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@4ever2000lover LMAOO IF IT WAS UP TO SEB CLORA WOULD BE PREGNANT 24/7 I SWEAR TO GOD (until he realizes that means they cant bone as much) but tbh i actually only plan to make them have 2 kids, a girl first whos fiesty and a tomboy and takes after seb, and then a more softspoken boy who takes after clora🥰
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wilbursprincess · 3 months
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ok but
revivebur after an argument..
i can picture him being so apologetic and just like grovelling at your feet begging for you to forgive him
eventually you take pity and forgive him but he insists on making it up to you completely (whether that be sfw or nsfw you decide :P)
also i just wanna say i love your work sm!! <33333
“Let Me Make It Up To You, Darling”
Revivebur x Female Reader
Warnings: Some arguing at the start, oral sex (F receiving), Softdom!Revivebur, fingering, bit of praise kink, uhhh that’s it I think?
Hi anon! And tysm :) I’m glad you love my work! I have a very soft spot for Revivebur, so this is perfect <3
Fic below cut!
“Babe, I’m sorry,” Wilbur pleads, practically on his knees. “How can I make it up to you?”
I shrug. “Maybe remember that I’m your girlfriend, and that I want to see you, and that I come before your country? Your work?”
He sighs. “It’s just been busy lately, I told you that it’ll clear up soon-“
“Like you told me last week?” I say blandly. “And the week before- and the week before that?”
Wilbur buries his face in his hands. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot.”
“You are,” I agree, making him crack a slight smile. “I don’t often hear you call yourself that.”
Nodding, Wilbur buries his face in my shoulder. “I’m an idiot, sweetheart. A fucking idiot.”
I kiss the top of his head, brushing the white streak in his hair. “You are. But I love this fucking idiot.”
“So you forgive me?”
“Depends on if you make me feel like I should.”
Wilbur’s eyes flick down between my legs.
The next thing I know, I’m laid out on our bed, panties around my ankles, his face between my thighs with my legs over his shoulders.
Wilbur leans in, licking me once all the way up my slit, and I can’t stop myself from crying out.
“Mmm, you’re all wet, baby” he laughs against me, resting his head against my inner thigh. “So sweet, too.”
I groan. “Don’t stop.”
To my delight, he gets right back to work, not giving me a second to catch my breath. He sucks my clit into his mouth in a way that makes me arch my back, pushing myself against his tongue.
“Feels so good,” I cry out, whimpering when he slips in his fingers. “Fuck.”
His tongue picks up the pace at my words, getting rougher and making me whine. Both his fingers pump in and out of me at faster pace, expertly combined with his licks at my core, turning my mind into slush.
Wilbur pulls away for a second, taking in a gasp of air. With a moan, I spread out my legs wider, trying to make him continue. He just laughs, leaning down and planting a kiss on my clit.
“Aww, you’re already so desperate and I’ve barely touched you,” he whispers, swirling his tongue around my core. “You taste so damn good, can’t wait to have you coming on my tongue.”
I groan, tugging at his hair. “Keep going. Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he replies. “Come on my tongue like a good girl for me?”
I moan at his words, and finally, he starts to work his tongue again. It doesn’t take long, just some flicks from his expert tongue, strokes from his long fingers, and I’m feeling myself on the edge of blissful relief, the tight knot in my stomach threatening to unwind.
“I’m so close,” I almost sob, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. “I’m gonna-
I don’t even get the chance to finish my sentence as I reach my climax, moaning his name with my eyes screwed shut as he softly sucks at my clit. At my cry of overstimulation, he pulls his head back, and I crack open my heavy eyes to see him licking my arousal off his fingers.
“Aww, baby, you did so well,” he praises, softly rubbing my hips as I catch my breath. “But we’re far from done here. 4 weeks, wasn’t it? 4 weeks you felt ignored?”
Through my haze of pleasure, I manage to nod.
“Well, then you’re finishing at least 4 times. I said I’d make it up to you, right?”
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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year
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Hello, love your deer series! I’m so smitten with tangerine. Would you be open to writing a story where tangerine finds the reader bleeding out from a stab or bullet wound in a mission where she’s/they’re not supposed to be. Despite being mad as hell, he helps her because he’s soft for her and she’s in a bad state and she explains to him that the person she attacked was her childhood abuser and he let’s go of his anger to become fluffy
Hello!! Tysm and I’m glad you like it!!
Warnings- mentions of Childhood abuse, the abusers kinda a creep, blood, stab wounds
@kpopgirlbtssvt
Brave
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You weren’t supposed to be here, sure, but it didn’t matter much. You’d be fine. You pulled up the ‘find my phone’ app and looked at your husbands name. You clicked on it again.
Yup, you were at the right place.
He was in a store, and you were curious. You knew he was doing his work, but he’s been gone for days on end so maybe if you could just talk to him-
Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a familiar face. Your… ex stepdad?
What the hell? You thought, and you turned around quickly, but it didn’t work and he saw you. His eyes widened, and he gripped the knife that he was buying in his hand. You walked out the store quickly, but he was behind you quicker holding a bag.
Your old step dad was well… an asshole. He beat your mom, yelled at you a lot, he even beat you once or twice. Then your mom divorced him, he messed up the whole house by throwing glasses, plates, and everything he could and ruining it. He was also always a creep towards you.
“Y/n is that you?” He asked, walking up to you. You cringed and turned to him.
“Yeah…. Hi…”
“What a lovely surprise…”
“Yeah…"
“So, how are you, how’ve you been?” He said, staring at everything but your eyes.
“Uh, I’ve been fine. How about you?” You put up a fake smile.
“I’m doing great. How’s uh, how’s your mom?”
“She’s fine.”
“That’s good..”
“Yeah.. so, listen, I kinda gotta go so.. I’ll see you around..” you said, trying to get out of the conversation real quick.
“Wait! Could you uh… could you help me with something real quick? I parked my car in the back. And this bag is really heavy for my old arms.” He laughed and handed you a bag.
“Oh… uh, sure.” You took it hesitantly. You really were uncomfortable.
You followed him to the back, and then while walking you didn’t notice him pulling out something sharp from the bag he held.
Before you could react, he turned around quickly and stabbed you in your abdomen. You screamed and he covered your mouth. He got on top of you quickly, and was going to plunge the knife into you again before someone yelled.
“Stop!” A familiar British voice said, you couldn’t make it out. He held out his gun and shot the man. Twice.
He didn’t even notice it was you. He didn’t notice until he ran over to you, and saw your face.
You screamed and cried, holding where you got stabbed.
“Oh, shit. Oh shit. Lemon!” He yelled, his voice breaking ever so slightly. His brother came over and saw you. He went over to you as well. They sat you up against a wall and held their hands to the stab wound.
He held his hand to your face and the other hand to your stab wound. He caressed your face while looking at the stab.
“Love, your fine, your fine, he’s dead, alright? Just.. stay with me, yeah?” He said, panicked.
He kept talking and talking, trying his best to reassure you. His words seemed more like a blur, you were tired.
Finally, you calmed down a bit, and he told you to just appply lots of pressure on it as you both drove home, his brother in the back seat. He was speeding, but he didn’t care.
Once you guys finally got there, He quickly picked you up, carrying you as his brother fiddled around in his pocket for the keys.
“Hurry up, Would ya?!” He shouted, annoyed. You groaned and threw your head back as a sharp pain shot through you.
“Right, right, sorry.” Lemon said as he unlocked the door quickly and Tangerine ran into the bathroom.
He quickly got you patched up, you sat on the closed toilet seat while he did so.
“What the hell were you even doing there?” He asked you, putting the bandages away. He was angry, and you could tell.
“I was getting groceries, and he asked for help.”
He scoffed “You can’t just help random people. This is exactly why.”
“He wasn’t random. He was my stepdad.” You said after a moment of silence.
“Im sorry, what?” He said, shocked.
“He isn’t now- but when I was a kid.. he was really abusive, which is why they got divorced.” You mumbled and looked at the ground.
His gaze softened. He didn’t seem so angry anymore.
“I’m- Im sorry. That… sucks.” He was not the most sympathetic person, but he was trying.
“Yeah.”
After a while it was quiet again, and he crouched down in front of you.
“Look… I love you. I love you so much, and I’m sorry this happened. You’re genuinely the best person I’ve met, and I’m so glad Im married to you. Your so brave.” He grabbed your hand, and kissed it.
“And he’s an arsehole, or was. And I’m not good at this like at all, but I love you. I really do. So if there is anything wrong, please please please, just text me or call me. Don’t go out looking for me.”
“But I wasn’t-“
“I know you.” He said with a smile.
You sighed “Yeah.”
“So, what do you say me, you, and my bellend of a brother go ahead and watch a movie?”
“Sure.” You laughed quietly, and you both got up and headed into the living room.
“I heard that whole thing.” Lemon put his hand on his heart. “So cute.” He wiped a fake tear.
“Sod off.” Tangerine threw the couch pillow at his brother as you both sat down.
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headkiss · 1 year
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I saw your requests are open? I love how you write Eddie Munson and I’ve had an idea in mind for a while. I’ve never seen any Eddie x graffiti artist reader fics??? Which is INSANE bc the vibes the chemistry the thrill. Like he sees this punky girl in an alley or smth and what she’s doing and they just click and there’s banter and vibing and maybe a quick run away when they get caught hnmgnnbg I can’t my brain is short circuiting rn
omg i looove this!!! tysm for ur request <33 | 0.7k fluff
Eddie tries to avoid going into town when he can. However, when uncle Wayne asks him to pick some things up, he rarely says no.
So, he’s walking back out to his van from the grocery store, keeping his head down, not looking at anyone else. Yeah, he avoids going into town for a reason.
He parked far from the other cars, close to the alley on the side of the building. When he sets the bags in his backseat, he hears a noise. He turns his head, peeking into the shadows of the alley.
Curious, Eddie shuts his car door and walks over. He turns the corner and finds you, conveniently hidden out of sight of anyone who’s not looking.
You’re standing a couple feet over from the dumpster, a backpack on the ground in front of you, a hoodie over your head, and a can of spray paint making that noise he heard in your hand.
“Whatcha painting?”
“Shit!” You jump at the voice.
Your empty hand feels your heartbeat, quicker and quicker from the scare. When you turn to see who it is, you’re glad to see it isn’t Hopper catching you (again). It’s none other than Eddie Munson.
You know him, you went to school with him. He’s a person you’d like if you got close enough, not afraid to be himself, pushing away the bullshit people would give him. You admire that.
Looking at him standing there, at the mess of frizzy, wind blown curls, at the pink of his cheeks from the cold, you think he’s really pretty. You admire that, too.
“Sorry,” he says. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“The way you snuck up on me says otherwise.”
He recognizes you right away, your features, the scrunch of your brows. He noticed you in school—often—and he can’t help but smile when he looks at the wall you’ve been spray painting.
“These are yours?” He nods towards the art.
“You tell anyone I’ll get you back.”
He laughs, not threatened at all. It makes you huff and fight a smile.
“Just wanted to tell you they’re really good. Did you do the one in the park, too?”
You’re shy at the attention he’s giving you. You never thought anyone cared enough to even notice what you’d been doing.
“Um, yeah. You saw it?”
He nods, “you’re really talented.”
Compliments are rare for you, and it’s hard to accept them. You look down at your feet and shake your head, “and you’re distracting me.”
Eddie likes you, feels normal around you. Everyone else makes him feel like an outcast, some freak that shouldn’t be the way he is. Not you. You’re talking to him like you’ve been his friend for ages.
“Keep going,” he leans against the wall opposite of you. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Yeah, okay.”
You turn back around and keep going, spraying the black lines outlining your design. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you, like a zap of electricity. He said he’d be keeping watch, but you don’t call him out on it.
Minutes go by, quiet besides the sound of the paint coming from the can in your hand. It’s comfortable. You don’t feel like he’s bugging you, like he’s judging you.
If anything, it’s nice to have someone appreciate your work rather than get you in trouble for it.
It’s minutes and then there’s the sound of sirens. It’s probably not for you, but you’re paranoid.
“Gotta run,” you say, picking up your bag.
“Let me drive you.”
“You don’t have to do that, Eddie. I’m fast, promise.”
He likes the way his name sounds in your voice.
“Not as fast as my van.”
You roll your eyes at him, then look over his expression. “You sure?”
He’s smiling, not concerned at all. “Let’s go.”
Eddie walks over and grabs your hand, leading you over to his van. His grip is sure, not a question of whether or not he should be doing this. He wants to be, and you can feel it with the way his hand holds onto yours.
“I might get you in trouble,” you tell him. You follow him anyways.
“I’m already in trouble.”
He doesn’t just mean with authorities.
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Hello!! I hope you're doing well!! :D
I absolutely adored reading your writing!! It's so fluffy and adorable!! <33
I was wondering if I could request one myself, specifically Wally Darling x an easily flustered reader? The reader is a bit oblivious to affection but gets really red or embarrassed when they realize that they are being given with affection <:>
Tysm if you can do this request and have a nice day!!
HEHE thank you!!! I’m glad you like my writing :D and I hope you’re doing well, too!!!
And alright, sure thing!! >:]
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Red Rose, Red Rose
Wally Darling x GN!Easily Flustered!Reader
Headcanons Format, Relationship can be interpreted by the reader!
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You had been acquainted to most of the neighbours by now. All so friendly! And you were delighted to be there with them!
You had, however, been drawn to a certain one— that being Wally Darling!
He was the one to show you around, after all, and you ended up hanging around him the most!
What you noticed quite quickly after you two had gotten close, he’d latch onto your hand and just.. hold it, while his other hung limply by his side.
The first time, it took you a second to register he was— and when you did, your face lit up.
He looked up at you with a curious hum, head tilting as he held that ever-present smile of his.
“Mm.. what’s the matter, neighbour?.. You’re all..” He’d kinda trail off, before pointing to your face, “.. red.”
You brushed it off with a jittery laugh, absentmindedly squeezing his hand.
He didn’t let go of it until you both departed for your respective homes at the end of the day.
That was just one of the affectionate things, he did— and it almost seemed to get worse when he noticed your reactions.
Not to mention his habit of blowing kisses at every single given opportunity. It didn’t take him long to catch on to how easy you were to fluster!
.. He did notice how compliments flew over your head, though. Not like he could judge, most comments flew over his, too (which he’d never realize until someone filled him in..) !
“You look nice today, neighbour.” “Oh, thanks!!”
So, he continued to compliment you— and whenever you did realize, he enjoyed your reaction. Silly silly!
The main way, truly, was with physical affection, though.
It’s one of his Love Languages, for goodness’ sake! So it wasn’t uncommon to have him latch onto you, or— whenever he started learning how to— very.. oddly stick his arms out on either side of you as he kinda shuffled close.
.. yeah, he.. he wasn’t the best at hugs— but it’s the thought that counts! And he did, eventually, get better with time!
The first times he kinda.. just.. stood in front of you with his arms straight out, on either side of you, was pretty confusing— until you realized he was doing some.. attempt at a hug.
Your face lit up again, and you embraced him— mainly to try and get your red face out of his line of sight hehshrhrh
However, anytime you tried to hide your face— any time, it didn’t seem to matter. He just.. seemed to know.
From this, he developed the name “Rose” for you! When explained, he said it was because your face would go red, “like a rose”, quite often.
He said he meant it affectionately, too. Not to tease.
.. That did not help your issue, cheeks lighting up each time you heard the silly name.
The other neighbours were affectionate, too, which made you react all the same-! But Wally seemed to have almost made a game out of it?
Whatever he considered it as, he was a whole lot more affectionate with you, you in specific. Which also did not help your issue, not that you really minded.
So, from snatching your hand, giving you “hugs” (that slowly improved), calling you his silly names, or even just trying to be— physically— close to you— almost every interaction with him had you going red-faced at some point.
But he just seemed to smile whenever you internally exploded, paired with some of his iconic laughter— albeit hushed.
“.. your face turns a nice shade of red.”
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Hhehe!!! I hope this was enjoyable :] sorry if it’s kinda brief!- /g
Have a lovely day!!
Also, not proof read-! I’ll go through it later, haha!
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having this idea of an hq character (you can choose who it suits the most) where the reader and them are like lowkey flirting and do couple things ig but they both don’t realize that they like each other? like they are just going with the flow, and doing those things for shits and giggles but then when someone else in their friend groups point it out they are like hmm.. and then they give it some thought and then they have an oh shit moment like “yea I do like them” idk if that made any sense (feel free to ignore this too 💀)
note! i have a full fic that’s similar to this concept with akaashi, which you can find here! tysm and hope u enjoy <3
“Why do you call Kenma babygirl?” Shōyō wants to know.
“How about we stop talking for a little while,” Kenma says placidly, eyes glued to his Switch, nudging your hand with his head. He’s lying in your lap, molten-gold locks spread out so you just had to comb your fingers through them.
You don’t answer, head leaned on the window of the train. You get motionsick easier than he does, so you’d taken an anti-nausea pill and fallen asleep within ten minutes, hand still in his hair. He can feel your breathing, the side of his head pressed up against your stomach.
Shōyō, on the other hand, presses on from his seat across the aisle. “Don’t you ever think about settling down?”
“Do you? And be quiet, they’re sleeping,” Kenma says protectively. This is why you’re his favorite friend. When he slides his gaze to his orange-haired friend, he’s kicking at the floor, looking pouty.
“He means you look like a couple.” Kuroo is sitting in the corner where he shouldn’t be able to pass snarky judgment and yet he still does. Incredible.
“Don’t say what I mean!” Shōyō says to Kuroo. “But yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“We look like two friends riding the train together. Two friends who are going to get off a stop early and find their own hotel so they don’t have to deal with their other... acquaintances.”
“A love hotel,” says Kuroo, dragging out “love” into four excruciating syllables and earning himself the lowest rank among Kenma’s three (3) friends yet.
“I’m going to put a hit on you on the dark web,” Kenma says. Kuroo (who doesn’t understand the internet) is deeply, deeply afraid of the dark web.
“I get it,” Shōyō says thoughtfully. “You’re just like two friends—”
“Yes,” Kenma says. For once, he feels understood, listened to, heard.
“Who do all the things couples do but they don’t call it that. Platuney.”
“No,” Kenma drops his Switch to his stomach.
“I think the word is platonically,” says Kuroo, pronouncing it wrong with total confidence.
“You are all idiots,” the beleaguered gamer pronounces. “Name one thing Y/N and I do that I don’t do with one of you.”
“Sleepovers—”
“Takeout and a movie—”
“Animal Crossing dates—”
“Grocery store dates—”
“Who even does that, except married couples—”
“You make tea for—”
“Kissing—”
“You dared me to!” Kenma snaps, way louder than he meant to. He takes in a surprised, short breath, and then glances guiltily up at you, trying to determine whether he woke you up. Thankfully, your breaths remain deep and even, your face peaceful. He’s glad. “We’d never kiss if we weren’t in a situation like that.”
“But you want to,” Kuroo guesses. Kenma presses his lips together, a tight line.
You shift in your sleep, and he’s shockingly, acutely aware of every place you touch. The softness of you and the places that cover bone. He wonders if it was the same for you, when the bottle pointed between you both and you’d flushed but stuck your chin up bravely, and that subtle motion made him brave too.
It was so fast and he was so nervous. He can’t really remember the kiss, but he has your face memorized. He can imagine it.
Shit. He wants to kiss you again.
“Doesn’t matter,” Kenma says, picking his console back up. “Not if Y/N doesn’t want to.”
“What if they do?” Shōyō asks. Kenma rolls his eyes. This is a very annoying train of thought, since it’s derailing straight toward absolutely nothing but endless pining for him. He didn’t want this; he wanted things to be simple.
“They don’t,” he says flatly. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice your hand sliding out of his hair or the way you stretch, rolling out your neck.
“Don’t tell lies about me,” you say, loud and clear. “I definitely do.”
Only years of lightning-fast gamer reflex training (and maybe volleyball, too, damn it) save Kenma from dropping his Switch right off the seat.
“What?”
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