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bunniesanddeer · 2 months

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I really really LOVE the Touch chapters with Alastor. You write it so well! Although you have a fic on touch now already I was wondering if I could request something similar?

Persoanlly I think I'd be a really affectionate and touchy person but I simply cannot initiate touch without knowing where to touch, how long, how much pressure and so on. And asking people before hand makes them really confused and tbh I hate having to explain myself and sound needy about it. Idk if it's just me having some weird thing going on.

Anyways, would you consider writing Al with a reader that just got to the hotel and is very straight forward with people about their fear of initiating physical contact during times where reader knows someone would appreciate a hug or pat or any kind of physical contact but reader can't give it them before clearing just how hey want the touch to be.

So Alastor notices that reader acts very affectionate in moments with people who initiate touch (cuddles with Angel on the couch, does Charlie's hair). But at the same time he notices that they shy away and sometimes flinch away when reader touches someone by accident (handing someone something and their hands brush, etc) and apologizes as if they had just burned them.

He goes to figure out why that is and kind of challenges reader to touch him (after him consenting of course) whenever because the struggle and fear amuses him plenty but somewhere deep down he wants them to grow comfortable and confident since that is how their personality is over all and it suits them way better than the cowardly insecure overthinking reader who is too scared to ask for a hug on an especially bad day, even when it could literally save their afterlife.

Just fluff and more physical affection and soft Alastor

You don't have to though! We have already been blessed with some amazing works by you

Would appreciate it to the moon and back if you would take this request (or add another part to your Touch chapters because I am a girl OBSSESSED and starved, hungry for more lol)

Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you have a lovely weekend!!!!! <3

Hi! I hope this is something like what you wanted? I had fun writing this. Sorry it took me a little while, haha.

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Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Fluff, touch sensitive reader/Alastor, slightest tinge of angst

Word Count: 2,839

When you had come to the hotel, Alastor was sure you weren’t going to last long. You avoided eye-contact with others, and your hands constantly fidgeted. You shifted on your feet, and rocked back on your heels constantly. Even when standing in one place, you couldn’t seem to be still. You seemed shifty, and he was sure you would pull something, and he would have to remove you. Alas, he was wrong. You stuck around, even if your weird tendencies only got weirder.

In the several weeks you had been residing in the hotel, not once had you initiated contact with anyone, not that he had seen. Alastor was sure you didn’t like it, until he saw Angel pick you up like a stuffed animal, and make you cuddle with him while watching the television. You had melted into the embrace, nuzzling against the soft fur of Angel’s upper shoulders. So Alastor needed to keep watching, and come up with a new explanation for your behavior.

At some point, Charlie had begged to ‘play’ with your long hair, so the two of you ended up dragging everyone into the sitting room for an impromptu ‘spa’ day. Charlie sat behind you, you were nearly in her lap, braiding one section of hair, and Vaggie was painting your claws. Angel was brushing out Husker’s fur. Niffty and Sir Pentious were talking and looking at the make up laid out across the coffee table. Alastor merely watched, amused by the group's antics every once in a while.

He watched the way your eyes fluttered when you were embraced by the girls, and the way you seemed so at ease. Nothing seemed particularly amiss. He wondered if you hadn’t been comfortable yet, and had nearly settled with that. That was, until Angel came home, nearly in tears, one day.

“Fuck!” Angel yelled, tossing his phone harshly. It was rare for Angel Dust to have such an outward burst of anger. He always put on a show of being satisfied with his work, even when he clearly wasn’t. When Angel had settled on one of the couches, his face collapsed into his hands. “I’m so fucking tired of Val…”

Angel mumbled to himself as you entered the lobby. You glanced at Angel, and then his shattered phone. You frowned, your soft features looking nearly angry, and then picked up his phone, and made your way to him. Alastor watched from the bar, interested to see how this interaction went.

“Hey, Angie. I uh, I got your phone,” you said quietly. You sat off to the side of the couch, looking out of place, and uncomfortable.

Angel mumbled something back, and your frown grew more severe. “I uh,” your voice trailed off, and your eyes started darting around. “Do you - do you want, like, a hug? I don’t really know what you need right now, I’m sorry.”

Alastor watches as Angel turns his head and whispers something to you. He doesn’t seem confused, not like Alastor is. He is clearly missing something. His eyes narrow, and he watches as you crawl up on the couch and awkwardly settle yourself against Angel’s side.

How bizarre! How could you possibly not know what he needed? You were a very empathetic person, always looking out for others, and you liked being held, clearly, so how would you lack this kind of knowledge.

Alastor decides to confront you about it, at a later time. He needed to know everything about this. Perhaps it would be useful!

The next day, Alastor decides to try and get you to touch him, and then go from there. (It had been a little while since he had decided to ‘wing’ something like this. How exciting! You weren’t a bore at all!) His best bet would be to invite you to assist him for the day, so he invites you to when you’re heading down the stairs that morning.

“Ah! Just the woman I was looking for! How are you this morning, dearest?” He settles his hand on the banister, near where yours is resting, and waits.

“Oh! Good morning Alastor. I’m doing okay. What is it you needed me for?” Your smile is gentle and your demeanor open, even if you can’t keep eye-contact.

“I was wondering if you would like to assist me today? We haven’t had much ‘bonding’ time as you and the others! I was hoping to rectify that,” he responds. He keeps his normal flair and watches you giggle at him.

“Of course, Al. It’s not like I had much going on today.” You pull back from the banister and twist to look at him better. “What do you have in mind?”

Alastor merely nods, and starts leading you down to the kitchen. “I was thinking you could assist me with breakfast, and then we can do some minor paperwork! We’ll decide what to do after that.”

You happily agree, and trail after him, leaving just enough space so you can’t ump into him.

“We are going to make french-toast, fried green tomatoes, and ham. Should be simple enough, dear!” He snaps, and the two of you are wearing aprons. You let out a surprised laugh, and smile up at him.

“I will never get over how cool that is!”

He waves you off, and starts pulling things out of the cabinets. He hands each one to you, waiting for you to make contact.

Then it happens.

You jerk your hand back so fast that the whisk he’d been handing to you falls to the floor with a clatter. Your whole body seems to shrink in on yourself, and your expression collapses.

“Oh. Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You start rambling apologies, and it makes Alastor’s head cock to the side.

“Why are you sorry, dear?” His voice lilts with just the slightest amount of amusement, but you don’t seem to catch on to it.

“I- I touched you! I’m sorry! I don’t know how to do it appropriately, and I’m sorry! You have more boundaries than the others and I just-” Your rambling starts to annoy him, just the slightest bit, and his eyes narrow.

“I would tell you, if I had a problem with it,” he starts. “You don’t normally have a problem. Why is it a problem now?”

You frown, harshly. It is the first time he has seen such a negative emotion on your face. (Something in him is unsettled at the sight. He ignores it, as he often does). “What do you mean? That’s not the same!”

Alastor is now genuinely confused. It is absolutely the same! How could it not be?

You seem to catch onto his confusion, and a small growl rips from your throat in frustration. “I’m okay with people touching me first, because that’s initiating contact, and they lead the whole time. It’s easier to understand what people want, and where it is okay to touch, based on how they feel, and how they are touching me. But, but when I do it first, it’s hard to know what’s okay! I don’t have someone to mimic, and it’s- it’s hard!” Your face contorts further, and you’re palpably angry.

“All these social rules, and stuff can be so hard sometimes! It’s easier to just not do it! How can I hurt anyone if I don’t give myself the opportunity, you know?” You sigh, and drop your upper body on the kitchen island’s counter. “It sucks,” you say, your voice muffled by the counter.

Alastor feels a modicum of sympathy. You nearly have the exact opposite problem to him. You want to touch other, craving that closeness, but don’t know how to go about it. He would rather go without it, but knows exactly how to use touch on others, especially to get what he wants.

His mind whirls with thoughts of how pathetic you seem like this. You are normally so confident! Why let this silly worry prevent you from being the best you can be? His thoughts settle on a plan before he can really acknowledge it.

“Alright then, dearest!” Alastor smacks the counter, drawing your attention. “I have an idea. A challenge, if you will. To help you get over this silly fear of yours, I challenge you to this; you must touch me every day, at least once. Each touch must be a different kind than the last, and it can’t be for the same reason.” Alastor tilts his head at you, waiting for you to take the bait. “You are allowed to do it without asking, and it can be as big or small as you are comfortable with, but you need to do it. If you can do this, to the point where you are comfortable hugging the others without worrying about “hurting” them, then you win.”

Your head pops up from the counter, and you narrow your eyes at him. “What do I win?”

Alastor feels his grin widen. Yes, you would be fun to play with. “A small favor. Something simple. And confidence. It’s a shame that you are being held back by something so simple!”

You huff, but nod your head. “Fine. I touch you, once a day, unsolicited, and it’s gotta be different each time, or something like that. I win when I can hug everyone else without being touched first.”

“There’s my girl,” he says, watching your whole body stiffen in response. He laughs, and picks up the whisk from the floor. “Let’s continue with breakfast, yes?”

The first time you touch him is during a “movie night” that Charlie sets up the next day. She demanded Alastor participate, despite his well known hatred of television, and everything to do with that technology. You had silently approached him as the group set up pillows and blankets on the floor around the TV, and against the couches. The two of you watched idly, before you spoke up.

“Can I sit with you,” you asked softly.

“Of course, dear! Good company might make this terrible idea more… palatable,” Alastor grumbled. You smile at him, and laugh a little.

“Oh, the horror. Sitting with your friends, and relaxing,” you respond, tilting your head at him. His static surges for a moment, but he says nothing in response. You laugh again, although he’s not quite sure why.

When the group finally gets settled in for the movie, and the lights are turned off, he watches you shift about in your seat. Your eyes dart around the room, and your hands fidget. It takes a few minutes, the intro to the movie already going, for you to finally look at him. You scoot closer to him, more than halfway across the couch. You wait another moment, and Alastor’s eyes don’t move from your form. He just watches you fidget with amusement. Finally, you speak up, barely a whisper.

“Hey, can- can I lean on you?” You are so hesitant, and it makes his eyebrows furrow, just the slightest.

“Of course, dear,” he whispers back, his static barely a murmur. Your body slackens, all the tension drawn out.

“Oh, good,” you mumble, pressing your small form against his side. It takes a few moments, but then you are completely calm against him, head pressed into his arm, your hands against his waist, and knees curled up under you and tucked against his thigh. You mumble something about him being warm, and all Alastor can do is agree.

You are so very warm, and it has him almost anxious. He isn’t sure what about, as the room is calm, and the silly animated picture-show is easily ignored. You are so very warm, and he can feel each breath your body breathes in. He can nearly hear the soft pound of your heartbeat, even over the picture-show. His nose twitches at your scent. He will have to take a far-too hot bath later to remove it. It’s fine, though. It’s all part of the game.

Alastor ignores that you’ve fallen asleep on him. It’s for the best.

The next day, you offer him a “fist-bump”, which he doesn’t understand. You laugh, and explain the gesture, and show him how it looks.

“You do it when you did something cool, or when you’re having fun with your friends.” You smile at him and constantly gesture with your hands while you talk. It keeps his attention quite easily. “Ah, here, let’s see if you understand. What was the last cool thing you did? It can be whatever.”

Alastor thinks over the last few days exploits, and shrugs. “I made a sinner cry by merely looking at him, this morning.”

You go stock still before bursting out laughing. “Really? Oh my gosh. Seriously, fist-bump,” and you offer your knuckles. Alastor hesitantly returns the gesture, knocking your hands together. However clumsily it was done, it makes your smile wider. “Nice! Yeah, that’s exactly how you do it!”

If he tries the gesture on the others later on, he never tells you. Charlie got a kick out if, though. He refuses to tell her who told him about it.

One day, you’re assisting Niffty cleaning, but can’t reach a spot way too high for either of you to get. Neither of you can find a ladder, and Alastor is watching with a far too delighted smile. When you spot him, you smile mischievously.

“Alastoorrrrr,” You call, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Come here. Please.”

He strides over, not letting his hesitance show. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

“Can I get up on your shoulders? I need to be able to reach that spot with the duster.” You point up at where you need to dust. He looks over at it, and realizes you are definitely not getting up there without help.

Alastor cocks his head at you, thinking over the logistics, and then nods. He kneels down, and feels you pull yourself onto his back, propping each leg over his shoulders. When you are still, hands gently around his neck, he stands up straight. He feels you wobble and then balance with a laugh. Your hands let go of him. He feels each breath and laugh and words from you gently vibrate his head with how close the two of you are.

“I’m so tall! Hahah! This is great! I wish I was always this tall, haha!” You keep laughing, and readjust your duster, pointing at your destination. “Onwards, my steed!”

Alastor rolls his eyes at your antics, but obliges, standing closer to where you need to be. Niffty is squealing, and it’s making you laugh harder. Alastor joins in at some point, and then the three of you are running around the first floor of the hotel, terrorizing the others with your hijinks.

Alastor thinks, privately, that you make him laugh over the little things, something that he hasn’t done in a while. He isn’t sure how to feel about it.

It’s several weeks after the challenge had been initiated, that he finds you hiding in a side-closet. Alastor isn’t sure how he knew you would be there, but the discovery throws him. You’re crying. Nearly bawling your eyes out, and you look uncomfortable with the way your small body is curled into a tight ball, surrounded by cleaning supplies.

“Oh, hey, Al,” you say, your voice rough. “How’d you find me?”

“Just needed to follow the sound of despair, apparently, my dear,” he responds without a thought. He nearly winces when his words process, and he shakes his head. “I’m not sure, dear. Whatever are you doing in there?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something upset me, but I can’t remember what.” Your voice trails off, and you look at where you have situated yourself. You huff, and pull yourself out with a grunt.

You dust off your knees, and the back of your pants, frowning. “Sorry you had to see that, haha.” You try to muster a smile, but Alastor sees right through it. “Right.”

Alastor simply watches as you shut the closet door, and try and calm yourself down.

“Gosh, I feel dumb.” You frown at the ground, and sigh. “Alright. Can I have a hug?”

Alastor’s eyebrows raise. Oh. You were finally ready to hug him. How interesting.

“Of course, dear.” He opens his arms, not even bothering to check for others seeing the interaction. You rub your face, and then step between his arms. You wrap yourself around him, loose at first, and then you embrace him hard. His arms fall around you, and he pulls you in close. His head settles on top of yours.

You are still so warm, and you smell wonderful; something comforting, something familiar. Your heart thrums against your ribs, and he can feel it pounding. His ears twitch at every soft sound.

This is nice. Although there is still time, part of him mourns the day you are ready to win his challenge. He supposes he can enjoy each little bit of connection the two of you have, until then.

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illubean · 3 months

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This is going to sound really stupid but can u write kurapika, leorio, chrollo and feitan with an s/o who's getting a piercing but is truly and honest to God afraid of needles/getting piercings. I'm getting my septum done in 2 weeks and I'm actually shitting myself, send help💀

HXH with a S/o Scared of Needles/Piercings

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Porter Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

haha I was the same way after getting my septum! I was cussing really bad and told my friend I hate her (which obvi isnt true) but honestly the initial poke doesn't hurt too bad a tip is just to close your eyes and the adrenaline actually makes it hurt less :D

Warnings: mentions of needles

Kurapika Kurta

"If you're scared of needles then just don't get the piercing"

ugh Kurapika you don't understand fear/pain is temporary swag is forever

he is so genuinely confused at why you're still adamant to get a piercing even though you're scared

he'd go with you as moral support though

he holds your hand and gently caresses it

after seeing the needle go through you his face scrunches up and he cringes a little

he's not afraid of needles but jeez that looked like it hurt

he listens to the piercer's aftercare instructions very carefully and makes sure you follow them

he probably keeps special wipes on him just in case you ever need to clean your piercing

10/10 probably the best person you could've asked to come with you

Leorio Paladaknight

he's more afraid than you are

which is weird considering he wants to be a doctor

but there's just something about piercing needles specifically that make him squeamish

if you ask him to go with you he will but he's going to be freaking out

the piercer probably looks at him like "...seriously?"

its a miracle he wasn't kicked out

HE'S the one gripping your hand like his life depends on it

and honestly? him freaking out so hard probably puts you at some sort of ease

like damn someone has to be the levelheaded one

he's holding your hand but he has to face away from you because if he doesn't he might actually pass out

he's such a big baby... but he will always be there for you when you need it <33

Chrollo Lucilfer

like Kurapika he doesn't understand why you're going to get a piercing if you're so scared but he wont say anything

would he go with you to get it done? yeah but I feel like he'd also offer to do it himself

he has no clue what he's doing so uh if you trust him to do it and he fucks up thats on you

two youtube videos and a wikihow article later and he's prepping to pierce you

and he actually does a pretty good job

he talks you through the whole thing and with how distracted you were by him you barely felt it

he's another one who makes sure you keep up with the aftercare

you saved money and it didn't even hurt all that bad so that was an absolute win

Feitan Porter

he's going to laugh at you

he thinks your fear of needles is silly compared to all the shit the troupe does

he's also probably the one piercing you, why waste money at a shop if he can do it for you?

he can't really offer you much considering his hands are occupied

but if you really need to he'll let you grip onto his thigh or something

"Wait! Can you at least give me a countdown!?" "One" and he's already pierced you

see, it wasn't that bad look how quick it was

if you complain after about how his countdown wasn't long enough or how much it hurt Feitan is going to kiss you to shut you up <3

"It wasn't even bad, get over it"

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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Slash x reader

“𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮.”

“She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day slash), smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slash’s feral internal dialogue, cursing, smoking, rough stuff, grown girls stuff <33

4.6k words

AO3 link

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y/n pov

I started to work as a staff member for Guns n’Roses a few months ago. Everything is great as fuck. The music, the job, the mood all around the band. In overall, everything is going well. My relationships with the band members were super friendly and they made me feel quickly as if I was part of the gang. But there is one thing. One person. Him. Slash. The moment I started my job here he immediately started teasing me. Nothing big. He tells me how much of a weird chick I am, he gives me smug smiles anytime he sees me as a way of saying “here comes the freak”. It has never felt as if he hates me or anything, it just amuses him to see me rolling my eyes to his puns. When I first discovered Slash, I admit that I developed a crush on him, you know the “rockstar crush”. I didn’t start to work here for that, but seeing him almost everyday was definitely a plus, well, if he didn’t drive me crazy with his provocations. It is a plus, yes, but I actually never thought of trying anything with him. I am a younger chick in whom he’d see no interest, apart from a way of having fun. I wouldn’t mind but that would be too complicated to manage with this job. Honestly, most of the time, his jokes make me laugh. I look at him with a pissed off grin and say “haha” or I stick out my tongue. It became a game between us. To the words of Duff “leave the girl alone man”. Apparently, Slash doesn’t listen to his best friend’s advice because he never stops. If we weren’t so different or if I knew him a little better I would say he’s flirting with me. “What a weird chick you are.” sounds like a love declaration coming from a man with such an attraction for creepy stuff. I do think about it as flirting sometimes. Mostly the days when I'm not in the mood for his jokes I imagine he’s flirting with me, helps me to not actually kill him. Being with a man like him wouldn’t bother me, actually, I would love it. He isn’t only hot and cool. He is interesting, passionate, peaceful but wild and genuinely beautiful. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside.

I am a person that’s pretty impulsive. When I feel frustrated, I will go for it, even if it means breaking my own promises. I try to hold myself back, but I have no desire to be perfect. I smoke, I have a high body count, anger issues, I keep doing the same shits over and over again and failing. But I also have skills that I don’t hide, I am strong minded and the way I see it : it has never really helped me with my relationships to people. Especially men. Labeling me “weird chick” is not original Saul. I’m sure most women are like me. But the world doesn’t see it I guess.

Today, I am not in the mood. We’ve got some problems with the gears, the venue isn’t ready and my hormones are working on me. Everything in me is boiling, every emotion. I can manage my emotions and impulses, hormones are not an excuse to be an asshole. But in this type of job, you have to take a lot of shit from people you don’t like so the band themselves don’t have to. Granted, they had to confront them in order to make their band what it is today but man, this isn’t easy. So, as for today, frustration will be my motto. One person pisses me off, I will send them to their grave.

As if it wasn’t enough, we’ve asked me to bring some guitar gear in Slash’s backstage room. I have purposely avoided him since the start of my shift, which is not easy when you are working for him. So far it seems to work, changing hallways last minute, not going to the crowded places and most importantly, his backstage room. From the glimpses of him I saw thorough the day I could tell you how beautiful he looked. He always does, but today it’s working on me. Which is frustrating me even more because I want to see him as much as I want to avoid him. His style didn’t change much from any other day, the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the hat and one of those shirts he has the secret of. It’s just that today is a day where my mind said fuck off to any type of morals I may try to have and I have to manage it as best as I can.

Before going into his backstage room, I made sure he wasn’t around. As I enter the room and leave his gear I can’t help but stop in front of the mirror before heading out. I contemplate my reflection, my eyes lingering over my body. The sadder part with those days is that I feel like I can’t and will never be understood or loved. This doesn’t bother me the majority of the time because it’s probably true and I have made peace with it a long time ago. My emotions are on the verge on days like those, so I let myself grief this fact. I wouldn’t say I look beautiful. I wouldn’t say I am satisfied with my life right now. Even if it is going slowly in the right direction. I let out a tear thinking of all this and whip it away quickly.

“- Looking good y/n, trying to cosplay a zombie?” Slash laughs.

Shit. Just what I fucking needed.

“- Not today Saul.” i answer, rolling my eyes.

He is standing right behind me, I can see his smug smile and I know his eyes are playful even if they are hidden behind sunglasses.

“- Wow, Saul? Did somebody give you food after midnight?” he jokes.

I turn around and look at him with defiant eyes. He needs to be teached a lesson. You don’t piss y/n off like that. Slash or not Slash. I don’t know what I am about to do, but that’s definitely going to be interesting.

“- Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that your teasing game might piss me off?” i ask, sassily.

“- And what are you going to do about it?” he teases, again, big smile on his lips.

“- Well… I could do that.” i say in a provocative tone.

I slowly wrap my fingers around the sides of his sunglasses and remove them off his face. I let them fall on the floor. I want to stay defiant to his eyes, I want to keep holding his gaze. Being nice and clean, putting away his sunglasses nicely is not in my scenario today. There’s a look I have never seen on him before. A fire in his eyes. He holds my gaze as hard as I hold his. My breath becomes heavier as I approach my lips dangerously to his. I can feel his chest go up and down heavily. It’s working.

“- See. Pretty annoying right?” i smile.

Fuck. The swift of breath from his lips too close to my smile is actually going to drive ME crazy. What an ass. Making me feel this way. I must stay focused. He smiles back at me, hinting his approval. He understood that we entered a game and he is letting me play. Let’s see how much I can push him before I make him mad. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for my next move. I step back and close the door. I remark that Slash is studying me, looking at my body, his stare lingering over my ass and hips. At this instant, the teasing game turned into lust.

I breathe heavily, getting him to stare back into my eyes.

“- Careful where your eyes linger big boy.” i incite, biting my lower lip.

I approach him again, purposely making him take a step back in the direction of the couch behind him.

“- I could also do that.” i smirk.

I grab his crotch. His cock hardens immediately at my grip. My pussy gets wet at this simple touch. I didn’t know how much teasing and keeping a person on edge could make me feel that much desire. Or maybe it’s Slash. Probably both, this raw, pure, lustful desire. Everything in my head is torn apart and I question everything. Did he start teasing just for fun or was he trying to hold back everything I am about to unleash right now. Was it his way of making me a part of his life? And why didn’t he make me understand this obvious desire we have for each other earlier. Fuck. I need him.

I hear him groan and get even bigger in the cup of my hand. I push him on the couch. A big guy like him wouldn’t flinch from a light push from me. I’m not weak but I did not push him very strongly. He let himself be pushed, waiting for my next move. His legs are spread and I take a seat on one of his thighs.

“- I don’t know what you want from me Saul, but I will take what I want. Is that okay?” i ask languorously.

He doesn’t talk, he just bops his head with an audacious smile, answering affirmatively to my question.

“- Good.” i chuckle.

I dispose my lips on his neck. Biting slightly making sure to leave all the spots my lips went to stay wet with my taste. I start kissing his face, all the spots I can, expect his lips, leaving him on edge, teasing him. As I do just that, I start rubbing my clothed cunt against his thigh. I feel him gasp, both for the frustration on his lips and in his pants. I leave a mark in his neck, right under his ear only for me to go above and nip alternatively on both his ears.

“- Mmmh… Fuck.” i curse in between moans.

I rub against his thigh ruthlessly, my thrusts are short but harsh and my pleasure grows more and more. My back arch and I end up using my hands to support myself on his shoulders. I throw my head back and I hear Slash groan. A frustrated groan, making me even more thrilled. Knowing that at this right moment I own him just for my only pleasure makes me even more horny. His thigh is so comfortable, imagining how his pretty cock must be almost brings me to my release.

It’s getting harder for me to hold on. I don’t want him to touch me, I want to keep him on his limit so I take it upon myself and rub as good as I can on his leg.

“- Saul! Fuck that’s good!” i cry.

I pant heavily and I feel my jeans getting soaked with my cum. My legs shake and squeeze around Saul’s leg and my cheeks are all blushed with my effort.

I won.

Slash looks like he is about to explode. Good for him. He looks mesmerized and embittered. That’s what you get for being a little bitch like that. A wild mess lost in his thought. What a magnificent view.

I kiss his lips very quickly and lightly before smiling while putting myself together. Even if this kiss was quick, I had never felt such soft comfortable lips.

“- See. That’s what you get for teasing me.” i playfully say, getting off him.

Saul stays still on the couch, his eyes on fire and I walk toward the door, happy to have pushed his limit, ready to resist his game.

Slash pov

What a fucking bitch. A beautiful mess, out of breath and still taking away mine. She is lighting herself a cigarette. Like she is gonna get away with this. I can’t hold on anymore, I have to make her mine. I have to have her all for me, I have to fuck her and make her come again but this time around my cock. I have to make her my girl.

Truth is, ever since she started working here she drives me crazy. She is one of those women that don’t give a shit. She has no mind about being perfect, she’s completely detached from reality, she does her things and she doesn’t take shit. She’s a weird chick some might say, but I absolutely adore creepy shits. Her wilderness and emotions are always so honest. I have held back for the past few months because she’s much younger than me. I’ve never felt as if I was worth dating a chick like her and I was sure she would say no. I’d rather tease her and at least have some kind of interactions with her than avoid her all the time.

Before she could open the door I push her against the wall. Her eyes look like a lost puppy. I take the cigarette out of her mouth and throw it in the ashtray on the table. She had all the time she needed to get away, but she stayed here. Back against the wall still high on her orgasm. Watching her pleasuring herself on my thigh was both a torture and delight. I wanted to touch her and make her come with my hands. She refused and left me on edge. The only thought in my head was among the lines of “What a bitch, I want her.” I come back to her and put one of my hands on her waist pushing her more against the wall and the other in her neck, my fingers playing with her jawline. I breathe close to her mouth for a few seconds, teasing her as she did. She seems to take frustration way harder than me because she looks pissed and starved, and this makes me even more out of my mind. I take her lips hungrily, I kiss her, starving for her tongue. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so crazy about her but here she is, moaning in my mouth begging for my tongue to play with hers. Such soft lips. So tender and matching mine perfectly.

“- You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I will not let you get away, so if you wanna go, go now.” i say to her, drunk on her scent.

She moans as I take the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around me. Still against the wall, I wait for her answer while kissing her collarbone.

“- Hmmm… do it.” she almost whispers.

“- Do what?” i tease.

“- For Christ’s sake! Do it! Fuck me fuckhead!” she laments.

“- Your desires are orders madam.” i answer her playfully, smiling in the crook of her neck.

I go back to her mouth, mixing my tongue with hers while I tease her thighs with my hands. I can feel her wet cunt on my lower stomach and her laments desperate to deal with this ache. To hell with it. She deserves it. I rip her thin shirt away to expose her tits to me. She will take my shirt. Fuck it. She doesn’t wear a bra and I can access her perfect tits immediately. I lick and bite them mercilessly, teasing her more and more. I can’t wait to enter her but I just want to hear her beg for me.

“- Saul… mmhm… stop.. mmh… fucking around… mmhm… and fuck me already!” she pants, out of breath.

“- I fucking love the way you curse all the time.” i tell her, biting the skin around her nipple.

I remove her pants and underwear. What a pretty sight. What a pretty cunt. I could make this my meal for the rest of my life. I’d never starve. I put her back against the wall. I want to show her how bad I’ve wanted her for the last months. I want to show her what I wanted to do to her every time she’d pass over me in a hallway. How hungry, how bad I have been craving her. I unbuckle my pants and let my dick free. Her eyes got bigger and she opened her mouth to the view of my hard cock. She looks at it like she got to have a taste of her favorite meal and it drives me crazy. I give her no time to comment before I push her head against the wall kissing her lips as I bury myself deep inside of her. She’s so fucking wet. Fucking hell. I know I’m stretching her out. I can feel it. I love it.

“- SAUL!” she gasps, gripping my back. “It’s so fucking big!”

“- Shh.. I know you can take it. Scream if you need to baby, I don’t give a shit if we hear us.” i answer, moving in and out of her.

I pound into her fast and hard, making her moan each time I shove myself deep into her. She’s so damn hot. She feels so good. That’s it. I’m taking her with me. Her face becomes a mess as she cannot seem to catch her breath correctly. Between kisses, her mouth stays wide open, sometimes, she bites her lips, letting out small whimpers. I love it rough and she’ll love it too. I can tell she already does.

“- Saul… aahh.. that’s fucking good aaahh don’t stop.” she screams.

See? Told you. I give her one last hard pound and lift her up grabbing the back of her thighs. I’m still inside her, my cock hitting her deep every step I take. Her little whines are a melody I am more than happy to work on. She tries her best to hold onto me and makes my hat fall as she moves her arms around my neck. Whatever man, I have been wearing this hat since ages, her, it’s the first time. As I throw her on the couch my dick slips out of her, leaving me without her. What kind of fucking witch is she? Seconds out of her and my cock already misses her cunt.

“- Turn around.” i command, removing my shirt.

She smiles defiantly and executes herself. I waste no time and shove my dick back into her as I push as deep as I can. I keep her head buried in the couch as I mercilessly pound into her. I hear her whimper in pleasure. My mouth next to her ear, laughing, biting it slightly.

“- This is what you fucking get when you’re being a bitch.” i whisper in her ear.

I continue my rough pounding leaving trails of kisses all along her back. I know I’m about to come, how can I not when I’m banging her? Trust me though, I’m far from being finished with her.

“- AAH SAUL! I’M COMING! PLEASE! COME IN ME! FUCKING DO!” i hear her scream, muffled on the couch.

Just what I fucking needed. Hell yeah I will my love.

Not long after I come into her pussy still pounding as I feel her legs shake and her cunt getting tighter. She fucking came all over my cock. Just like I said I wanted her to. I grab her by the hair and bring her to my chest. She turns her head to me. She’s a mess with her hair all over her face, sticking with her sweat. Out of breath and panting for air. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful, as usual. I give her a wet sloppy kiss, removing the hair out of her face.

“- Good girl.” i tease into her ear.

I put her back on my side and lift her up again to sit her on the table. I still need her. I’m hard again like a fucking horny teenager. She makes me into this sex depraved slave succubuses love so much. She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit. She can be the devil, a witch or an alien. To me, she's first and for all the woman I want, the one I desire and I want to be with. Bitch, witch, baby. Something like that. And in her eyes, I’m probably just the fucking dumbass who dared touching her. That’s okay. I’m cool with it. If she always looks at me the way she does now, I’m cool with it.

Sucking on her tits, I shove myself into her again, immediately pounding her hard. Her legs shake uncontrollably so I lock them up around my waist. She lies down on the table playing with her tits, moaning and biting her lips.

“- Oh my god that’s so good. Aaahh… Continue.” she cries.

Putting my hand around her neck I bring her back to my chest. Her back arches frantically at every movement I do inside her. So that’s why she was lying down. I slow down and move little by little inside of her to see how she moves her ass and back around on the table.

“- FUCKING STOP THE TEASING ASSHOLE… AAAH” she whimpers.

She puts her arms behind my neck and lets her nails sink into my back. With her head buried in the crook of my neck I laugh and go back to my hard pace. Hearing her little cries makes me the happiest man on earth. I hold her with one hand on her back and the other in the back of her head. At this instant, it’s like she is all mine. Like she could break if I let her go.

“- There babygirl, take it all, like the good slut you are. I know you love it, don't hold back.” i kiss her forehead before leaving her head to fall back in my neck.

“- AAH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD! I’M SO FF-UUL IT’S SO B-BIG!” she whimpers.

Her fucking voice drives me crazy. She bites and teases my neck violently as a way to show me she is still holding on. I’m sure my back is all scratched and marked by now, but i’ll let her take everything off of me if it means I can get to fuck her brains out like right now. I groan, knowing I'm almost there, when I feel her legs squeeze around my waist and her back arch I know she’s also about to come again. I embrace her tightly as I screw her as fast and deep as I can.

“- AH…MHH… HAA… HM… SAUL… YES! YES! YES!” she comes screaming my name.

I come in her again. She stays like that for a few minutes. Panting, all naked into my arms. I hear her broken voice laugh slightly.

“- So that was it… all this teasing.” she laughs again.

“- You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck your brains out, teasing me back like that was not a good idea.” i answer.

“- Oh it definitely was a good idea. And I’ll do it again.”

“- No need to. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now.”

She moves around to be able to look at me in the eyes. Her arms still wrapped around my neck and her cheeks still all flustered.

“- I am?” she smirks.

This smirk could make me fuck her again right now. Yes she is. I have been tortured by her presence for the past few months, now that she’s here I'm not letting her go. I move around to get a cloth to clean her up with. When I go back to her I catch her shy smile as she turns her head on the side.

“- Okay.” she almost whispers, smiling slightly.

I can’t resist taking her chin to turn her head to me to kiss her deeply. There was a chance it was a pure unique act of lust for her. A chance she’d left and say “never again”. A chance I’d taste her pussy only once with my cock, trying to forget how much I want to eat her out. A chance she’d realize I was older than her and she’d get away from me. Looking at the clock on the wall I realize it’s time for the show. What a great fucking day. Fucking the chick I’ve been thinking off non stop since months, playing on stage and then get back to fucking her. The two things I love the most. After the show, I’ll steal her away and get her back with me. What the fuck is the manager gonna tell me anyway? They don’t need her as much as I do.

“- Show’s gonna start baby. Let’s get the job done.” i wink, my hands resting on her waist.

I take my shirt and put it on her. God she looks so hot in my shirt. She should only wear that. She gives me a doubtful stare.

“- It’s okay, I’m hot anyway.” i smile.

Her gaze is playful as she goes down on her knees. She licks her lips and grabs my penis in her hand. She kisses slowly the tip of my cock. I take a deep breath and her smile goes feeble.

“- See you later big boy.” she brightens up again.

Bitch.

There she puts it back in my pants to only leave me my belt to put back on. Bitch. She’s lucky I can hide my bulge behind my guitar, she’s lucky we don’t have time. On the floor, I see her grab her thong that she slides into my pocket.

“- Eye for an eye.” she teases.

This isn’t fair. I give her my shirt, she gives me a piece of art. Putting her pants back on, I light her cigarette again and put it in her mouth.

“- Always finish what you started.” i say, getting her hair out of her face.

“- Whatever.” she rolls her eyes. “Go do your job.” she stops. “Play as good as you always do.” she smiles, cupping my face in her hands.

“- Coldness with a tinge of consideration, exactly what I love.” i kiss her neck, before letting her slip away to get out.

I hear her laugh evaporate as she disappears in the hallway. I know she’s playing around, she stays composed like her legs weren’t still shaking seconds from now. How fucking cool she is.

The show went great. When I get back backstage I see her there, cheering the end of this awesome show. She put on a leather jacket. After the show, we generally answer interviews and talk with some fans to end up having a little party all together. Not as wild as in my 20s, but still not very well-behaved. Tonight, I don’t give a shit, I have other businesses to attend. I greet the guys and let them know I’m going.

“- Where you going man, something to do?” Duff asks me.

I arrive in front of y/n and lift her up over my shoulder. She gasps and laughs.

“- Yeah man, something urgent! Might take me a long time, might kill me. Just in case, y’all can start looking for a new lead!”

“- Dumbass.” i hear her answer, which makes me laugh.

I fucking love her bitchy tone.

I admit. She won.

y/n pov

Here I am, being carried around like a sack of potatoes by the man I thought I could never have. I had the best sex of my life and something tells me I’m about to get it again. If I knew, I would have teased him back a long time ago. He said I was his.

In truth, he’s mine.

iii];)’ .・• ✰ ⋆

“Face of an angel with the love of a witch”.

A/N : i wrote that when i was horny as hell, clearly came from my delusions, i love the idea of slash having this feral internal dialogue because he just wants you so bad! enjoy loves <33 (slash if you read this i’m ready for your love ;))

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neo404 · 29 days

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Reader and nick are on there first date while matt and chris are wearing disguises at another table Trying to make sure their brother is okay

Surprise.

I can only imagine Chris and Matt wearing a top hat, with fake mustaches and beards on, also Matt probably has fake glasses on. And Chris did the goofy ‘holes on the newspaper’ thing like on the cartoons.

Summary: you and Nick go out for a casual dinner date at a local restaurant, without knowing that the table next to you was booked by a couple of weird guys.

Chris pov.

‘’This won’t work.’’ Matt says.

‘’It WILL. Look at you Matt, I don’t recognize you, you are Mister Bernard right there.’’ I look at myself in the mirror and I take a couple of pictures. ‘’Come on, it will be fun. Plus, we are watching over our Nick.’’

‘’But he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, plus, I’m sure Nick can beat him up.’’

‘’It’s not about beating him up Matt, it’s about feelings, you can’t beat up someone with a broken heart.’’

‘’I’d say you’d be more likely to beat them up harder with a broken heart, but whatever.’’

We drive to the restaurant we dropped Nick at, we reserved a table placed strategically NEXT to them. The perfect spot to spy… I mean, watch over Nick.

‘’This is silly.’’ Matt mutters.

‘’The reservation to what name is places?’’ the waiter looks at us.

‘’Bernard.’’ I smile widely.

‘’You have to be kidding me.’’ Matt whispers.

‘’All right. Sir Bernard, is placed outside, follow me, I’ll show you your table.’’ We go to our table, right next to them. I sit and pull out my newspaper and put it into the table. Looking over at Nick and then to Matt, trying my best to not laugh.

Nicks pov

‘’Are you serious?’’ I say under my breath as I see Chris and Matt walk in the restaurant with the silliest, wort disguise in human history. They look straight out of an asylum.

‘’Everything okay?’’ my crush, the boy I like, the boy I am in love with, sitting right in front of me, on this amazing date that we have been planning for weeks, doesn’t know about the presence of my two stupid brother right beside us.

‘’Yeah, all good. Do you like the place I choose?’’ I smile at him, trying to ignore Chris’ annoying voice.

‘’Yes, it’s very pretty. I love the string lights they have here.’’ God, he’s so cute. Why do they hate to ruin my night? They’ll never hear the end of this.

‘’Yes, that’s one of the reasons I chose it, it has an amazing decoration. Do you want some desert, I heard the sweets here are amazing, or if you like, we can go have ice cream at another place.’’ He smiles widely.

‘’Yeah, I’d love that, there’s a store a few blocks from here that sells ice cream and you can add like 3 to 5 topping, depending on how much you pay.’’

‘’That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to go there.’’ I can’t wait to get out of here, I don’t want to be near Chris and Matt.

‘’I really liked the food here, again, thanks for the invitation.’’

‘’It’s nothing, since I asked you out, I just thought it would make sense that dinner was on me.’’

‘’I thought it would make sense that dinner was on me, what a dork.’’ I hear from the table besides us and I clench my jaw.

‘’Haha, still, thanks Nick. Next date it’s on me.’’

‘’Next date?’’

‘’Shh Matt, you are talking to loud.’’

‘’Whatever, Mr. quiet.’’

I let out a sigh, grabbing the change and de receipt from the check-holder. ‘’Ready to go to eat ice cream.’’

‘’Yes, I’m so excited. You are gonna love the place. It has this animal plushies on shelves and the music is so relaxing.’’ He says smiling as he stands up and slides his chair into the table.

‘’Oh, excuse me young man.’’ Chris says to him in a bad faked southern accent. ‘’can you please take a photo of me and my pal here?’’

‘’Ah, yeah. Of course.’’ He smiles at them, he’s too kind for his own good. He takes the phone from Chris’ hands and takes pictures of them. ‘’There you go sir.’’ He hands the phone back after a few pictures.

‘’All right, let’s go, before it gets late and the ice cream shop closes.’’

‘’Right, right. Well, bye Chris, bye Matt, see you guys later.’’

‘’What? I don’t know ho you are talking about. We are Mr. Bernard and Mr… Pepso. Yes, Mr. Pepso from Alabama.’’ Chris tries to hold his laugh in, but fails and burst out laughing.

‘’How did you know?’’ I look at him. God, this is so embarrassing, I cover my face with one hand. ‘’I’m so sorry, I didn’t know they were doing this.’’

‘’It’s all right, it was funny seeing them dressed like this.’’ He laughs a bit. ‘’You guys need to work on your southern accent. Anyways, enjoy your meal. Will Mr. Bernard and Mr. Pepso from Alabama join us for dessert?’’

‘’God, don’t indulge these kids more.’’

‘’We’ll catch up with you. Plus, I’m the one driving Nick home. So, yeah, we’ll see you at the ice cream shop.’’ Matt says drinking what appears to be lemonade.

‘’All right. See you later guys.’’ He waves at them and walks smiling out of the restaurant.

‘’You better come up with a good explanation by the time we arrive home, or you’ll fucking regret this.’’ I threaten them in a low voice.

‘’Come on, he was having fun.’’

‘’MY date. Stay out kids.’’ I glare at them, walking outside the restaurant with him.

‘’So… Mr. Pepso and Bernard…’’

‘’Don’t… please, let’s just have fun the two of us.’’ He smiles warmly at me, grabbing my hand we start walking to the ice cream shop while talking about nothing and everything.

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

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hella1975 · 6 months

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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

#seriously another shout out to my mutuals #id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being #and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting #bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!'#hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over #and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic #sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves 😭#okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals #like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful #so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up #than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess #they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds #so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW #okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE #SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES #if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends'#then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context #but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic #and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF #okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this #ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day

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sunrisemill · 2 months

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✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

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“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me? Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

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onejellyfishplease · 7 months

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Hi hi!! I have questions regarding snapdonnie (plant boy)

Can he talk? If he can what would it sound like? How would he try to hide this from his brothers if he does? Are your commissions open? Oh I wonder if he would just disappear. I imagine this is sensory hell for him. On top of having to eat bugs. eugh hahahaha I love this! He kinda reminds me of those mushroom zombies (/pos)!! What are your thoughts on him? I would love to hear more about this creature against nature (or with nature now, haha!!) I was originally here for open your wings but I have gotten thoroughly attached to the wacky Donnie fusions. Are you alright if people draw him?? How did you do this?? This is so cool!!! I love all of your Donnie designs but he is most definitely my favorite.

(Feel free to ignore, this turned into just gushing about him)

I was gonna keep going but it was going to get into weird unhinged cult territory really fast, hahaha!!!

Wow! Hi!

I will try to answer all your questions, me and @zeawesomeness were just throwing ideas around for SnapDonnie, so theres quite a bit to talk about!

What does he sound like:

I'd imaging real gurgly when he's like that, but he absolutely hates the sound of his voice, and the fact that most of what he says is muddled. So id say he mostly uses sign language to communicate. while he can still do that

How would he hide it from his brothers:

He would definitely try at the beginning! especially when it starts off as a small growth on his softshell, but eventually the consequences get too big and it gets revealed relatively quickly (at least compared to Open your Shell)

Are my commisions open:

uhhhh, not at the moment, but if there's enough interest in commissions for my art (which would be amazing) then i would be open to opening them!

Is this sensory hell for him?

Absolutely. especially now that flies are attracted to him. he hates it. his shell is consistently moving and it is hell.

My thoughts on him:

I live this creepy little dude. but now there is a little bit of trepidation with it. because now i want to turn this into a proper au and i need to stop doing this to myself.

More about SnapDonnie!

he was infected with this venus fly trap-like curse (from what I havent figured out yet, either kraang or mystic)

it started as a growth in his shell, which then sprouted those flytraps (which he couldnt hide)

the energy needed for the transformations makes Donnie ravenous, and the more he eats, the faster he turns. this is the part where his family find out.

yes he was compelled into eating raw (kinda rancid) meat.

they find out that this infection will continue until Donnie is fully turned into a carnivorous plant.

at the end of the transformation, Donnies face would split open and the single flower would bloom.

Small teeth-like spines are growing down the middle of Donnies face.

Donnie has to balance, starving himself without rotting/wilting (bc yes he does that now), while not eating too much that the transformation continues at too fast a pace.

it doesnt help that sometimes he goes feral (and his face does the splitty open thing), and attacks and tries to eat anything in his path. including his family. Ah yes. Angst.

so they need to figure out how to help Donnie before they loose him forever.

Okay I think Im done with ranting lol.

Can you draw him?

ABSOLUTELY!! please tag me if you do! in fact I am completely on board with you drawing anything from my aus! I love receiving fanart!

I think thats all the questions answered! I love asks like this lol, theyre always so fun!

#rottmnt #asks #anon asks #jelly rants #rottmnt donnie #snapdonnie #<- oh no it has a tag now

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siremasterlawrence · 10 months

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New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

#scott eastwood #justin baldoni #new bodies #mind control #body possession #ownership #assimilation #Lawrence’s Body

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hecateslore · 2 months

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hiii i dunno if someone already asked you this but i haven't really stalked your account (or like scrolled too deep down yk) but i'll ask regardless: What inspired you to write the supervisor!Simon story? like the plot and dialogue, where did those ideas come from?from the few chapters i've read, it's like a little like slice of life, chill, it feels realistic and chaotic in a way that life is on a day to day basis, i really love the flow of the story, your writing is easy to read and descriptive but not simple, it has so much personality and i just love it sm!!!

🌻anon

Helllooooo! I don't think I've gotten this question, ever haha.

I was listening to music and making an "office siren" mood-board, then I was like,"You know what would be craaaazzzyyy" and I just started writing Ghost being a freak in a cubicle on my notes and then I was like, "Maybe I should fix this up and post it on tumblr."

At the time I was dropping little mood-boards and hoping people would like them.

As for the plot- I listen to music! Like a lot of music it's kind of scary. So I sit, stream and stare, and I'll see like- a scene play out in my head and then I do my best to write what I remember down. So when I was writing the first chapter i couldn't stop thinking about how much Simon hates earbuds, he just hates anything that'll impair you purposefully. The idea just stuck and then I kept going, and I really wanted to add characters to move the plot, so i was like, johnny and Simon are bff's, let me make them hate each other :))))

I do this weird thing with my dialogue. Sometimes my sibling will catch me talking to myself out loud, cause I want the dialogue to sound as natural as possible. I'll hear a phrase that reader or Simon will say in my head, and it will keep repeating in my brain in different ways.

A lot of the story is just on the fly, I keep tabs of each chapter open, so I can remember little details, and go back to see if I'm jumping tooooo far ahead, or if I'm not opening another plot line that I didn't introduce.

I read a looooot of Ottessa Moshfegh, and I really like sarcastic, satirical writing. I love dry humor! I want people to really feel like they're in the story. Kind of like a scrapped tv show. Shows like High Fidelity, or The Bear, where it's kind of wacky but there's like a hint of drama. So that's what inspires my writing and office Romance.

Thank you for this, and thank you for reading, I really appreciate all the love!

#💌 asks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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archiveikemen · 11 months

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 18

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The only sound that could be heard on that abandoned clock tower was their breathing.

Max, the father, had a facial expression filled with desire for control as he pointed a gun at his son.

However, to his son, Liam, that ugly expression looked painful.

Liam: OK. I’ll do everything as you wish.

The man standing in front of Liam wanted him to jump off on his own.

Liam: However—

Liam: I have one favour to ask of you.

Max: Anything except begging for your life.

Liam: … Haha, I know.

Liam: I want my dead body to disappear without a trace. Decapitate me or toss me into the ocean, I don't care how you do it.

The starry sky reflected in his rose coloured eyes.

The stars were shining brightly that night, like the ones he saw with Kate.

Liam: … Can I say a few things? Take it as I’m saying my last words.

Liam: My life is worthless. I’ve always thought that I’d be better off dead, just like you said.

Liam: Just by being alive, I had countless wrongdoings that hurt people. Therefore, it was best if I disappeared as soon as possible.

Liam: However, when Jacob saved my life…

Liam: His last words, “please live”, held me back.

Liam: That’s why I’ve been living my life so miserably and searching for a good reason to die.

Liam: … Weird, right? People die without warning, and yet here I am living this way because I want to die.

Liam: It was ridiculous, miserable… and I felt so guilty. I felt sorry for being alive.

Liam: Therefore, I decided that for as long as I was alive, I wanted to be the kind of person everyone wanted me to be…

Liam: I tried so hard not to be hated, not to hurt others, and not to ruin anything. I looked like a complete fool…

Liam: Because of that… I don’t hate the idea of dying.

Liam: I can finally end my life.

Liam: However.

Liam: I thought I would have no regrets, but… there's one thing that scares me.

His eyes narrowed into a gentle look that seemed to contain feelings of affection.

Liam: One day, I met a woman.

Liam: She looked very anxious… so I approached her because I wanted to make her smile.

Liam: However… now that I think of it, I said I was doing it for her sake, but the truth is that I did it for myself, isn't it?

Liam: I wanted to be someone who she needed, because it made me feel like I had a reason to live.

Liam: Our relationship started because of such selfish reasons… but she gave me so much.

Liam: Her every word, every glance, every move… all of it made me feel truly happy.

Liam: I especially liked the way she always belived in a tomorrow.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: Is your appetite back?

Kate: … Not really. But I don’t want the food to go to waste, and I have to at least eat something so I’m ready to face tomorrow.

Liam: … Tomorrow?

Kate: Even if today was a bad day, I want to keep going in hopes that tomorrow will be better. Therefore, I need strength to do that.

– Flashback End –

Liam: Whenever she was having a hard time, even if it was to the point of her being in tears, she always reached her hand out towards tomorrow. Her wise way of living was so moving.

– Flashback Start –

Kate: I want to help others to not be afraid of what tomorrow will bring them... by writing a story.

– Flashback End –

Liam: She was the kind of woman who had hopes for the tomorrows of not just herself, but everyone around her, including myself.

– Flashback Start –

Kate: The stars are beautiful tonight, so tomorrow's weather will definitely be clear… I’m looking forward to spending time with you tomorrow.

Liam: Tomorrow…

Liam: I’m part of your tomorrow too…?

– Flashback End –

Liam: Her existence was truly radiant. She made me feel like I could accomplish anything as long as I had her by my side.

Liam: I was definitely more in love with her than I deserved to be… I longed for her from the bottom of my heart.

Liam: She’s so kind hearted, she’ll feel hurt and cry for sure if she knows I’m dead. … That’s the only thing to avoid happening.

Liam: I should never be the reason why she’s unhappy.

Liam: I… I want all her tomorrows to be bright.

Max: You want me to dispose of your body so that the girl won’t find it. … A very audacious request.

Liam: I’m sorry I can’t be a good son till the end. But, please, I’m begging you!

An icy breeze hit his cheek, as if telling him that his life was at its end.

Liam: Come! It’s time to put an end to this life.

With a light foot, Liam stepped up and leaned his body out.

The stars looked beautiful that night.

And he was sure that the world would be much more beautiful if he disappeared.

He thought that death was something he had already accepted.

… And yet, what were those feelings surging in his heart that made him want to scream and cry?

Liam: Ah…

Liam: Ahh…

Liam: In my next life, I want to be someone who’s loved by everyone…

Liam: I want to be someone who will genuinely… make Kate smile…

Liam: I wonder if I’ll still be a nuisance to Kate even after I’m reborn…

Liam: … But… I wish that I’ll meet Kate again…

Liam: How strange … this is a thrilling situation that could satisfy my curiosity.

Liam: And yet I’m not the least bit excited…

…

We hopped off the carriage and looked up at the highest point of the clock tower.

Harrison: Roger. Can your hearing pick up his voice?

Roger: Yeah… I hear him.

Roger: He must be at the very top of this clock tower.

(... The belfry.)

Alfons: Hm. There are no buildings we can jump from to get to him, so it seems that we’ll have no other option but to climb up the stairs quietly.

The thought of having to climb the stairs to reach a place so high up that it looked like it was touching the sky, could've been enough to make me lose motivation.

But—

(... Liam’s life might be in danger even now as we speak.)

Kate: Let's hurry.

…

We ran up the spiral staircase towards Liam, who was at the belfry.

I had no idea how far up we’ve gotten, but I was already gasping for air.

Kate: Haa…

Roger: Oi, you don’t look so good. Are you alright, young lady…!

My knees were so pathetically weak that it was laughable, and I certainly didn’t look alright at all.

(But I can’t give up right now. Giving up is not an option.)

Kate: I’m alright. Let’s hurry, Roger.

Roger: … Haha. That must've been very unnecessary for me to say. Let’s work a little harder.

I was becoming even more breathless, but I didn't let that stop me.

(I need to reach Liam as soon as possible.)

(I need to hold Liam with these hands.)

(Faster, faster…)

The nearer I got to Liam, the more I felt the air of death surrounding him.

I was starting to notice it, but I just couldn't dive deeper into the core of that heart.

I recalled Liam telling me “make sure that nothing can harm what’s at the core of your heart”.

But the core of Liam’s heart must've been covered in wounds that bled continuously.

(Reaching out to try and touch it, is the same as touching his wounds directly.)

I was afraid that touching his wounds would worsen the pain.

(Therefore, I want to stay by Liam’s side and gradually get to know what those wounds are.)

(I hope that one day, we can share those wounds and sorrows.)

(However.)

I claimed to be doing it for Liam’s sake, but the truth was that it was only because I was afraid of hurting him.

At that moment, from the tower’s window, wind mercilessly blew against my face.

The cold made me imagine Liam falling over the edge of the tower.

(It's useless to regret anything.)

(— Regrets won't do anything to help Liam.)

(I need to force myself to ignore my fears.)

(I just want to reach out my hand to him.)

Harrison: *pant*... Kate, we’re almost at the belfry.

Kate: *pant* Y-Yeah…!

(... Please, please let us make it in time.)

I had never missed that sweet vanilla scent so much before.

His slightly quirky yet sweet voice, his rose coloured hair and eyes, I missed everything about Liam.

With every step I took, memories of the time I had spent with Liam came flashing clearly into my mind.

(... On the night we met, he helped to calm my anxiety.)

– Flashback Start –

Liam: Hey, Kate. You don't have to force a smile when you don’t want to.

Liam: Forcing a smile is an act of kindness towards the people around you, but you’re not being kind to yourself, you know?

…

(After that, Liam would always try to be there for me.)

Victor: Oh, Liam just negotiated with me about you becoming his personal fairytale writer.

Liam: — And Victor said OK to it.

…

(Whenever I felt uncomfortable in an unfamiliar place, he would be right there by my side, giving me his gentle encouragement.)

Liam: It’d be much easier to stop thinking about those things. And yet… you’re not the type to run away from your problems.

Liam: But I want to make you smile, that’s why I’m always pampering you.

I received more kindness from him than I could ever hold.

The last words Liam said to me that were so painfully kind resonated in my heart.

…

Liam: Therefore, you’ll be alright, Kate. I hope you’ll always be someone who believes in tomorrow.

– Flashback End –

(Hey, Liam.)

(You were lonely and afraid of what your tomorrow would bring you.)

(And yet, you still tried to protect my tomorrow…?)

He was always putting others before himself, always giving and never taking.

If I told Liam that, he would definitely deny it saying “it’s not real kindness”.

But, to me, all of that was true kindness and they’ve saved me so many times.

Whenever I received his kindness, I had a burning feeling in my heart.

Whether it was longing, sympathy, or the desire to protect… I couldn't put a name to it.

I wouldn't say that the time I spent with Liam was completely peaceful.

(But, at last, it was clear to me.)

(I… I’m fond of Liam.)

(So much that I don’t want to lose him no matter what.)

I knew that it was foolish and awful to only realise it at a time like that.

But—

(I don’t want to lose you.)

(I will never let you die.)

— Even if it’s painful for you.

Roger: We reached the belfry! All of you stay behind me.

Roger held the shotgun he was carrying on his back.

Roger: … Let’s go.

With Roger in the lead, we rushed out onto the belfry.

(T-That person is… Liam’s…)

And the person he’s pointing his gun at was—

Facing out of the belfry with his arms wide open, Liam was about to jump off.

Kate: … Liam.

Max: What are you people!

I sensed the gun’s muzzle being pointed at me, but I never took my eyes off Liam.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Roger and the others jump onto the man pointing his gun at me.

Still, I ran towards Liam.

(Wait, please, wait… don’t go)

Liam slowly threw himself off the edge and—

Kate: … Liam!

I fell to the ground with my hand outstretched, reaching out to Liam.

I instantly felt a force on my hand.

(... Ggh.)

His rose coloured eyes widened.

Liam: … K… Kate…

Liam: Why… why are you… here?

Liam: Stop! If you don’t let go, you'll also… ugh.

Kate: I don’t want to! I will never, NEVER, let go of you…!

My arm was getting cramped up.

Liam: W… Why…

Liam: Why… why are you doing this for me—

(I can’t tell him why…)

My vision shook and tears fell from my eyes.

Kate: Isn’t it obvious! I… I’m here to save you because you're someone who's precious to me!

Kate: I cherish you, and I want to protect you…

Kate: Because I love you…!

Liam: …

(... I’m sorry, Liam.)

(I can’t give up on you, even if it hurts…)

Kate: I’m begging you. Grab on tight…!

I yelled as loud as I could, trying not to let my voice be drowned out by the sounds of gunshots being fired wildly behind me.

But Liam never grabbed my hand.

(No… my hand…)

(I don’t want to, I don't…)

Kate: … Ue… uwaahh…

It wasn't the right time and place to cry, but I could no longer hold back my tears.

Kate: … Liam…

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story #niki translates

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quintenrosenburgwrites · 5 months

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mirren sketches >:)

lyrics are from Mixed Messages and Red Flags btw

OH ALSO i wrote some dialogue stuff, see under the read more! warning for some humor that's way more nsfw than i'd usually post (i mean. come on. it's dialtown. they're awkward as hell. they're obviously gonna say something questionable /lh) also some more serious stuff (self hate issues, depression, anxiety)

Nice/Fun stuff:

- They say pretty much everything that comes to mind, and once they get a train of thought it doesn't take long for it to derail and crash through a small community, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. TLDR they're really rambly.

"Birthdays are kinda weird. Like obviously there's the whole counting down to your death thing, but also, like. You're basically celebrating the anniversary of you getting evicted from your mom's, uh. You know. Okay that sounded REALLY, extremely, UNCOMFORTABLY Freudian. Can we PLEASE pretend I never said that? Thanks. Oh, right, the murder case."

- They have a tendency to just accept things and move on without commenting further.

"Oh. You lay eggs. Anyways, can you help me break into the ticket booth? I need to check the entry records."

- They're a fucking dork /pos (They're really sweet, but in a convoluted way)

"I, uh, please don't think this is weird, but I made characters for both of us! This one's named May, and they're kinda a failure. They failed their parents, they failed their old best friend, they failed their job. They used to think they had no redeeming qualities. Then, one day, they meet the other character, Ginger. Ginger seems terrifying initially, and even if it isn't obvious at first, they're not actually human. Ginger and May go on a journey in which May tries to learn magic in order to protect people and redeem themself for their past actions, even though they despise the idea of learning magic, but, eventually... Ginger helps them see their own value, helps May see that they're a person too. They are allowed to be selfish sometimes, they're just as worthy of happiness as anyone else. And, uh, maybe... Maybe that saved their life a bit. And maybe, May is allowed to do things for themself sometimes. Ginger means a whole lot to May, even if they have trouble expressing it, and... uh, I guess that's everything. Um. What do you think?"

Serious, bad stuff:

- They see very little value in themself, and tend to expect others to insult or make fun of them. To combat this, they typically are quick to insult themself, in an attempt to get there before anybody else can. It hurts less if they're the one saying it.

"And before you say it! I know it's super annoying when people are constantly insulting themselves, cause like it comes off as compliment seeking, right? I promise that's not what I'm trying to do, I'm just kinda trying to warn you I guess? But, uh, that's still no excuse, and I can totally just shut up if you want! Or, wait, I shouldn't have assumed it's annoying you, I could just be restating what you're thinking? I mean, the things I'm saying about myself aren't exactly incorrect- Just, let me know if I'm being annoying. I'd rather shut up than annoy you, haha. ha. Wow, that sounded fake."

- They tend to blame everything on themself, and act very self destructively.

"Oh god, this is all my fucking fault, I'm so sorry. It's okay if you hate me- or, no, you SHOULD hate me! Fuck, I'm- Why did you even talk to me in the first place?! Do you realize- If you just- You would've been better off if you just walked past me and ignored me! I need to- This is for your wellbeing, being around me is only gonna make things worse for you. I'll be fine, just- Don't follow me. I mean, I don't know why you would in the first place."

- They put everyone else before themself.

"I need to make it up to them, even if I ruin my life in the process. It's not like my life was looking particularly bright in the first place, which is entirely my own fault, so, y'know. Yeah."

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Siren garou

Ok look, I saw a fanfic of some character, I think it was from one piece? But anyway that doesn't matter, the fanfic was about a siren. There was a lot of smut in it!

So the point is that I just thought 'hey! Why not Make a Garou siren fanfic?'

I'm also will make part 2 of this with the smut in it. And I will most likely do part two's with all smut.

Warning: breeding kink, inappropriate language, blood, and bullying

(10 years old) Garous pov:

'God, I hate humans and mermaids!' I thought to myself. I've always hated humans and mermaids. The reason I hate mermaids so much is because they blame everything on sirens. Mermaids always act like they aren't the ones sink the ships, and as soon as they do they blame it on us sirens! The worst part is that the humans believe them! Humans also pollute our homes! At this point know, sirens are the cause of the sinking ships because we hate them so much.

Humans and mermaids are disgusting creatures!

Speaking of humans. I can see a ship, and it looked like a pirate ship too. I was heading up so sink it when I saw humans flying out of it and going in the Ocean. When I went to look at one to see if it was dead, I saw that it had so stab wounds in its chest. The man was dead. 'What the? What happened to these humans? Is there a siren up there? But that wouldn't make sense. Sirens sink the ship first then kill the survivors in the ocean.' I thought.

I then swam up to the surface to see what was going on. Then I saw a girl, a vary cute girl. She look like my age, maybe a little older. And she was badly injured.

"They thought they could sell me to some nobody! Well, they thought wrong! Haha!" The girl said. I don't know why but, that made me blush. She was vary brave, and strong too. 'I wonder what she means by 'sell'?' I thought. Suddenly she turns to look in my direction. "Oh my god! Is that a siren!" She said beaming with excitement. I then panic and jump back into the ocean. "What no come back! I won't heart you!" She shouted. I see her poke her head over the edge of the boat. 'I don't think she can se-' before I could finish my thought she jumped in to the water.

I was so shocked. But I didn't move. The way her hair moved in the water, it looked so pretty. I wanted to touch it. Really wanted to touch it. I couldn't help but blush at the site. She then looked at me, then she waved at me. I don't know why but I waved back. She then tried to speak, humans can't speak under water so it sounded really weird when she tried to. "Phff! Humans can't speak under water silly! Here let me help you." I said. 'What am I saying?! 'Help her'?! I shouldn't but it just feels so right.' I thought. I then went up to her and brought her to the surface.

"Hi!" She said happily. I was shocked that she wasn't scared of me. "Are you not scared of me?" I said confused. She looked so happy, but why? "No I'm not" she said. "Why?" I said raising a eyebrow. "Because sirens look cool and i feel like mermaids are weird." She said. I smiled at her.

He looked really kind. Though, there was one thing on my mind still. "Did you kill the people on the boat?" I said. "Yeah, there were trying sell me to some rich guy." She said. 'What? They were trying yo sell her?! This is why I hate humans.' I thought. I didn't like her response. That was cruel! You can't just sell someone! "Do you know where your home is?" I asked. " I live somewhere called ishokie village (I just came up with a name don't blame me!) I think we left from that direction!" She said pointing to the left. "I can take you there if you want." I said. "That be very much appreciated." She said with a smile on here face. 'Cut- wait what am I saying! She's a human!' I thought.

20 to 25 minutes later we arrived at a island. She said that this was her home. It was not a big island but not a small one ether.

"Thanks for the ride! My name is y/n! What's yours?" She said happily. "G-Garou!" I said nervous. I was sad because now I had to leave. She was so nice! I wish I could stay with her forever. "Hey, do you like cola?" She asked. "What's that?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Ok, I'll be back in like around 5 minutes so stay here! Ok?" She said turning around and started running. "Uhm? Ok!" I said confused.

About 5 minutes later she comes back like she said she would, but she had something in her hand. I look at her with confusion. She then hands me it. "Here! You drink it. Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She says with a smile. I then take the drink out of her hands. I don't know how to open it so I'm a little confused. "Uhm, I don't know how to open it." I said. She then giggled at me, I then got embarrassed. But I couldn't help but notice that her giggle was so cute. I could feel my cheeks go red. "You just twist the top." She said with a smile. I the twist the top, it then opened but bubbles started to spill out. I got startled by that. "Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. She then giggle again. "Yes, it's called carbonation." She said. I look at the bottle and bubbles were coming up from the bottom. I was hesitant to drink it because it looked a little weird. It could also be poisoned. She then looked at me, then she smiled again. "Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She said almost like she read my mind. But the remark made me a little more comfortable. Though I just meet her i feel like I can trust her.

I then took a tiny sip of the drink. My eyes widened. It was really good. I then drank the hole thing. "Looks like you really like it. Do you want more?" She said. I then nodded my head rapidly.

That was the day I changed my mind about humans. Well, only on one human. Which was y/n. But that was also the day I made my first friend too.

8 years later...

No one's Pov...

Today was the first day of mating season. He never liked it. There were two reasons why, first, ever since he started exercising and training the other female sirens have been trying to get his attention. They just wanted him because he looked good. Second, he never found a siren good enough for him. He wasn't one of those people that just fucked a random woman and left, he was one of the rare ones that would stay with the one he would mate with.

Garou definitely wasn't sticking around for it. So he went to see his best friend, y/n.

He would be lying if he said his best friend wasn't attractive. Over the years she became more beautiful. Even though she was a human, Garou definitely wouldn't mind mating with her. He definitely developed a little crunch on her when he was 10, and over time that crush grew. Every now and then he would dream about mating with her so hard.

He remembered they call it sex or fuck instead of mating or mate. He heard how humans did it by some fisher man in a boat that he was going to sink one day. As soon as he heard how they did it, he instantly that of y/n. Now knowing how to do it, he couldn't stop fantasizing about how good it would feel to mate with her. It wasn't all that different form how sirens do it. It just male sirens had a pouch for there members.

Garou was just about to go to the surface to see you, but then a female siren came up to him. "Hey big boy how about you and me ma-" "No" Garou said before the girl could finish. And before the girl could say anything else Garou swam away to go see you.

When he got to the surface he went to the beach and sat on a rock, the one he usually sits on. No one comes there anymore so that was there meeting plays.

"Garou!" A familiar voice said. Garou then turned around to see them. Once he saw you he couldn't look away. You were in a swimsuit! And not any swimsuit, it was a bikini. But that wasn't the only thing that sparked his interest, your smell changed. It smelled so good. It smells like vanilla.

Mate...

Your pov...

Some girls came up to me and told me if I wanted to go to the beach with them today. I don't know them but I do know they go to my school. I don't have friends at school, so this would be a good opportunity to make some. I only have one friend and that's Garou. Speaking of Garou, I should probably tell him not to go to the beach today if he doesn't want to be seen.

Before I left to go see Garou I put on my swimsuit on, then I left.

When I got there I saw Garou waiting on the rock that he usually waits for me. Ever since he started training he's gotten a lot more muscular. Sometimes I wish he would put on a shirt so I would stop starting at them. There distracting!

"Garou!" I shout. He then turned to look at me. I noticed that he was looking at me weird, I then look down to see I was wearing my bathing suit. I totally forgot that he's never seen me in a swimsuit before! And a bikini at that!

I then walk closer to him, he won't stop staying at me. "Hey Garou, some friends of min-" "why are you wearing that?" He said before I could finish. "That's because some friends and me are coming to the beach, I thought I should warn you before hand so that don't see you." I said. "Are there any boys?" He said. 'Is he serious? Why would he ask me that?' I thought. I then noticed his face was dead serious. He looked scary. This is the first time I've been scared of him.

"No, not that I know of." I said. "I'm staying to watch you then." He said. "Why?" I asked. You couldn't help but think that was a little weird. "Because I want to make sure your safe." He said. "But garou, this is the first time I have friends to hang out with that aren't you. Please, your just be over protective." I said with a pout.

Garous face got dark all of a sudden. "So you don't think I'm enough? Is that right, y/n? Is it because I'm a siren?" "N-no, not at all. Why would you think that?" I said. Why was he acting like this? He never acts like this! Sometimes he can be over protective but never this much! "Then proof it!" He shouted. I was so stunned I couldn't speak or move. Garou never ever shouted at me before. "Why are you acting like this Garou?! You never yell at me! I-I just wanted to make new friends!" I said. It this point I started crying. "I just want to make new friends, not replace you. I would never do that!" You said your hands in your face crying.

Garou was now the one in shock. You've never yelled at him ether. Now he knows he fucked up. "I-I'm sor-" "I don't want to hear it Garou! Just go away!" You shouted before he could finish.

With that you ran away from him. Tears in your eyes. Why would he say that? He's not Garou. Not the one you know.

Garous pov...

"Shit, shit, shit! I messed up! Big time!"

Those were the only words that would come out of me, I just keep repeating them over and over again.

'Why did I say that?!"

And those words were the only things I could think.

I didn't want to admit it but, I knew the answer to my thoughts.

I was jealous

Jealous at the fact that she was hanging out with other people that aren't me. Jealous that there might of been other guys there. Jealous that I wasn't the only person to see you in that swimsuit. Jealous that I couldn't be there because humans hate my kind.

Why why why why WHY do I have to be so stupid! Maybe if I didn't say those words to her I could of convinced her to not go and stay with me.

Maybe if I was humans things would be different. If I was human maybe we would go on dates. What was that thing they call it again? What was it? Girlfriend and boyfriend! Yeah! We would be girlfriend and boyfriend together. That would be perf- no we would be a couple! That way I would wake up next to you every day.

But if you were a siren. Oh I would of claimed you a long time again. I would breed you every day and every night too. Your the age for a siren to have kids now. I can see you and I with our kids.

I could see this if we were both humans to. We would have 5- no 7- no 10 kids.

But I might have screwed it up now.

I put one of my hands it my hair. Im clearly lost I didn't know what to do. Im frustrated!

No, I didn't. I'm going to fix this. And after I'm going to mate with you. And im going to do it hard for the scare you gave me.

I don't care if you human! Im going to mat- no, i'm going to fuck you. Hard.

With that I jump into the water.

Your pov...

"Hay y/n! Come in the water with us! It'll be fun!" One of the girls that invited you to come to the beach said. You'd be lying if you said you weren't upset still. But this might take your mind of if things. "Oh, okay!" You said running to them, then getting in the water.

You couldn't help but think this was a little odd. They said that more people would come but there's only three people here. You, Julian, and Alexis. (Sorry if your name is one of these! You can change them!)

As soon as you join them they shove you in the water. "Wha-" They held your head under the water. You couldn't breathe. You don't know why there doing this but you can't stop them. They bring your head above the water holding you by your hair.

"Who's that good looking guy you hang out with? The one you meet up with almost every day here?" Julian asked. 'Wh-what? A-are they talking about Garou?' You thought. Even if they weren't talking about him, you don't wanna take your chances. "W-what are you t-talking about?" You say. "Oh please! You know who we're talking about! The one with white hair and is buff! How did you land a guy like that?" Alexis says. They are talking about him. I don't think they know he's a siren. But I think I had enough of this.

With that, I took a hold of the hand that was holding my hair, which was Alexis, and through he in the water. "How the fuck?" Julian said confused because she didn't think I had the strength to do something like that. I actually didn't hear what she said because I was to busy with crashing Alexis's head. Julian was completely terrified because now her friend was bleeding out. "Wh-why would you do that?" She said as she took a few steps back. "Uhm, it's called self defense." I said cockily. "Y-your a freak!" With that she ran away.

'Well so much for making new friends.' I though.

Now I'm alone now.

I don't think Garou is going to come back anytime soon too.

I don't even think he wants to be friends anymore.

I look at the sky, it's about to become night time. Maybe I should go home and forgot this all happened.

Before I could take a step forwards I heard a song. It sounds beautiful too. But it also sounds like a sirens song too. What's a siren do out here. Sirens never come this close to land. Only Garo- wait? Garou? No, it can't be.

It sounded like it came a little further up the beach.

I started to run up to where I heard the song. It was still playing. It was behind some rocks. When I looked behind them nothing was there. "Weird, I thought I heard something over here." I said confused.

Before I could walk away something dragged me into the water. Before I could see what it was I blacked out.

DONT READ NOTES IF YOU DO T WANT SPOILERS FOR ONE PUNCH MAN!

Notes: BRO! They cut of garous hair I. The new one punch man chapter! Bro, I don't like it.

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