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chaosisalwayscrying · 6 months

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SLEEPTALKIN’

⇥ synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep

⇥ warnings : none!! fluff fluff fluff

⇥ extra : my first writing in a hot minute, please dont crucify me if its bad 😕 feel free to send me requests if you actually like my writing 😇

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by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.

putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.

after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.

"chrissy...?"

it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.

you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.

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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.

that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.

you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.

“love you, chrissy..”

you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.

“love you too ma, get some rest”

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you had decided to sleep in chris’ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.

it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.

once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.

he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadn’t this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.

“stop bein’.. so loud chris”

you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.

“sorry ma, gonna be more quiet” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.

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mangosrar · 6 months

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congratulations.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

tooth rotting fluff ans then smut 😈😈😈

the warm sun was peeking through the window as the curtains danced with the breeze. rolling over and reaching your arm out, you were met with nothing but cold bedsheets, but the smell of pancakes wafting through the house, along with the sound of 'congratulations' by mac miller, revealed the answer to your boyfriends absence.

he hadnt noticed you yet. he was hunched over the counter, his shoulders flexing indicating his concentration. you padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, and placing a nimble kiss to his bare back. "smells good"

"she lives" he exclaimed ,making you giggle, before turning to face you with a toothy grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours.

"happy birthday" he said softly, pulling away. you pressed your head to his chest and sighed contently, listening to his steady heartbeat, creating a memory that you would think about in years to come, when you were spending birthdays with your children, and grandchildren. he let you bask in the glow of the morning, resting his chin on your head and humming to the song, while his hand travelled up your back, then down again.

"what do you wanna do today?" he asked, putting both hands on the side of your face, pulling you up so you were eye level with him, waiting for the answer to the question he had asked you every single day for the past 3 months. he was adamant that you should have a huge party and make a big deal out of it but you didnt want that. you told him you would decide on the day.

"i just wanna spend it with you" you whispered. his smile grew wider as his eyes studied your face, searching for any sign of uncertainty, and when he found nothing, he pressed his lips to yours again, whispering a soft 'okay' as he did so.

matt had took your words as gospel, he hadnt left your side once. the two of you ate breakfast, opened your presents, got ready and headed out. he took you shopping, he took you ice skating, he had even let you drive his car, upon your request. he had completely spoilt you. it had been the best birthday ever.

it was now later on in the evening and you were slumped on the couch, leaning on matt, with chris and nick on the other end, your favourite movie was playing but you couldnt take your eyes off of matt. for about an hour now he had been fidgeting, bouncing his leg, chewing his nails or messing with your hair. there was something etched onto his face that you couldnt decipher, a deep crease in his brows.

"you okay?" you said softly as to not gain the attention of his two brothers. he looked down at you as he turned and took a deep breath in. he said nothing as he suddenly stood up, grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hallway to his room, without uttering a word to nick or chris, despite their calls of confusion.

once he was inside, he closed the door and made a bee line for his bedside table, opening the drawer and taking something out. you watched him with furrowed brows, trying to figure out if what he was doing was a good or bad thing.

neither of you said anything as he made his way back over the end of his bed and sat down, ushering you over. you found home, standing in between his legs, before running your hands through his hair, making him look up at you, an emotion in his eyes you just couldnt place.

"whats going on?" you asked. matts insides rolled at the softness of your voice, he knew he wanted to do this, there was nothing he wanted more.

"i know i already gave you all of your gifts, but theres one more," he paused, still looking up at you. "i bought it for your birthday last year but it wasnt the right time, however i know that now is the right time, and i dont want to spend a second longer holding on to this." he said. your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a small box. he kept his eyes trained down, too worried to look at your reaction.

it was a silver ring with a small gem stone sitting in the middle, and the inside of the band had a small love heart with the letter 'M' carved into it. you couldnt help but gasp and bring your hands up to your face. matt watched you with intent eyes, waiting for any sense of distaste.

"matt its beautiful" you whispered. he stood up, grabbing your hand and sliding the ring onto your finger and laying a nimble kiss to the back of your hand.

"now i know im not asking you to a marry me but, this ring is a symbol of promise, and i promise that i will marry you one day, and we will have kids, and big house with a white fence, and a dog and we will spend our nights sitting on the porch watching sunset, because i love you and i wanna spend every singe birthday with you for the rest of our lives." he had cushioned every single word with the strong beat of your heart, each one bouncing off and being wedged into the large space he took up. you couldnt help but let tears pool in your waterline. his eyes bored into yours as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, waiting for you to speak.

"i love you" you whispered before pressing your lips to his. matt smiled into the kiss as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. one of his hands travelled up and rested at the base of your neck as the kiss grew more intense, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and ran it along your lips before tugging your lip between his teeth and pulling away, earning a whine from you.

you watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and doing the same with yours, before turning you around and pushing you on the bed. he stood for a second, admiring you, basking in the glow emitting from your body, before he crawled up the bed to hover over you.

"happy birthday baby" he whispered breathlessly before his lips were on yours again, tongues dancing together, your hands pulling his hair, pulling soft groans from his mouth.

he continued his kissed down your neck and chest while whispering sweet nothings.

"so beautiful"

"i love you so much"

"so good for me"

he was now at your thighs and while you were enjoying this, you needed him.

"matt please" you whined.

"what is it baby, what do you want mh?" he came back up to your face, placing a single kiss on your mouth, waiting for your answer.

"i want you inside of me" he did nothing but smirk at your words before sitting back on his heels between your legs and pulling off your pants, painfully slow.

matt watched through hooded eyes as you squirmed under his intense stare. he was enjoying this too much, watching you become so needy for him.

the second he had pulled off your panties, he was pulling off his boxers and lining himself up. he looked up at you through his lashed, wordlessly checking you were okay. you nodded and he pushed himself into you, bottoming out, causing you both to moan.

he stilled inside you for a second, doubling over, desperately fighting the urge to plough into you. he pulled back for a second, looking at your face and when he saw nothing but pleasure, he pulled his hips back before snapping them into yours again and again and again.

at this point you were a mess, moaning and whining underneath him as he continuously pushed his cock in and out of you, each one being harder than he last.

"fuck baby, doing so well for me" matt said breathlessly as he sat back up, pulling your legs up onto his shoulders and continuing his hard fast thrusts. you let out a moan of his name and he let his head drop back, letting out a deep groan as he did so.

"oh matt, feels so- nhg good fuck" you chocked out. your cracked voice and broken sentence only made matt drive his cock deeper into you, making your back arch off the bed and your eyes roll back.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" matt said through a strangled whine. his words were only turning you on more and you could feel yourself reaching an endpoint. you could only moan at his words and paw at his arms, desperately trying to ground yourself.

"matt im so c-close please dont stop" you stuttered. your high was approaching fast and the sight of matt looking down at his cock ploughing into you relentlessly was not helping.

"god baby, look so beautiful taking me" and that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high, letting your legs drop back onto the bed and pulling matt down on top of you, clawing at his back as you basically screamed as you rode out your high. matt left soft kisses on your neck, soothing you, as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven.

you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he shoved his head in the crook of your neck, groaning and letting out desperate chants of your name, painting your insides white and riding out his own orgasm, slowing down his thrusts before he eventually stopped and collapsed on top of you.

he pulled his head up, peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle before he spoke.

"happy birthday sweetheart"

matthew.sturniolo: happiest of birthdays to the only girl ever. you are my sun and moon, my dreams and nightmares. you’re 20 now but i owe you lifetimes of happiness for the amount you have given me these past 3 years. you are an angel. i thank my lucky stars every day that i met you in this life because heaven would not be the same without you. thankyou for being my sense of consistency when i need you to be. happy birthday sweetheart i love you❤️‍🩹

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awritessomething · 6 months

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Don’t know if you take requests but I really want a fic with Pierre where y/n is a presenter for Sky Sports or something and they start having an affair. Maybe they sleep together after his podium when his gf isn’t in the paddock and then it starts to become and regular occurrence

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 | pierre gasly x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Pierre’s girlfriend manages to not be in the paddock for his podium. Someone else steps in to do what she should’ve done.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, cheating, swearing, protected sex, straight to the point, dom!pierre, sub!reader, doggystyle, slight degrading, missionary, oral m!receiving, hair pulling, no aftercare.

also yes I do take requests ty for leaving one 🫶

After a long and treacherous race in Zandvoort, Pierre managed to snag third place by 3 seconds. The Alpine team was going insane over his podium as it was the second Alpine podium of the season. He got out of the car as soon as he was free to do so and ran over to his team who were all there to congratulate him.

There wasnt much time between the moment he got out of his car and before the interview that he was about to have to do. There was a younger woman with Sky Sports who was there to work with him. Walking up to him with a smile on her face, she motioned for her cameraman to follow. Pierre turned to her and walked forwards to meet her halfway.

“Good afternoon, Pierre. It was a good race, right?” She asked with a smile. His eyes swept over her quickly, so quickly that it probably wasn’t even all that noticeable to anyone except for her.

“Yes, I mean third is always a good way to end so uh… I’m happy.” Pierre answered with a quick nod. Her eyes narrowed on him for a moment.

“That’s great. Can you tell us a bit about what you had to do?”

“Yeah.” Pierre licked his lips before telling her a bit about what had happened during the race and what he was thinking. She tilted her head slightly as she listened to him talking. Pierre stuttered for a second as he saw how she looked at him.

“Thank you. Congratulations by the way.” They finished up the interview. She glanced back at her cameraman to confirm that they weren’t filming anymore. He nodded and started to walk a bit away to give her some space.

“Did you like the race?” Pierre asked a bit more boldly now that the cameras were away.

“I did. You’re an impressive driver.” She whispered and swayed slightly.

“Thank you.” Pierre kept his voice quiet as well. They both had the same kind of idea as to what they might be doing.

“Of course. So, are you sticking around in Zandvoort for a while longer?”

“Ah, not too much longer. My girlfriend is waiting for me at home I believe.” Her brows raised, feigning surprise. She acted as if she didn’t know that Kika wasn’t there.

“She’s not here tonight?” She tried her best to sound shocked to try and fool Pierre into thinking that she didn’t arrive with these intentions.

“She is not.” He fell for what she was doing for just a moment but then he put it together.

“Too bad.” She tsked softly. “You know, if I was her, I wouldn’t miss a single race. I would want to be there for everything.” She said, shrugging. Pierre raised his brow and smirked.

“Would you be able to?” Pierre was a bit intrigued by this idea. She was a bit surprised that he was actually going along with what she was saying, but she surely wouldn’t be complaining.

“My job is to follow the races. I’m at almost all of them. It would be no problem.” She smiled up at him, a look in his eyes that he could recognize in pretty much any woman. He cleared his throat as someone called his name to go and do his other post-race duties.

“I’ve got to go.” Pierre turned to leave.

“Wait.” She called out. He turned to see her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her card. “If you think of anything else that i might want to hear about… call me.” She handed it to him. He glanced down at it and then back at her.

“I will. See you.” Pierre held onto the card and then walked away. She watched him go before running off to go and do other interviews with other drivers.

Later that night, around nine at night or so, she was laying in her bed at her hotel. She was on her phone, just scrolling through her phone and occasionally texting a friend or two. There was a call that showed up on her screen from an unknown number. She picked up the phone and put it up to her ear.

“Hello?” She asked, a bit confused as to who would have her number.

“Room 321. Be there in five minutes.” Pierre spoke into the phone. She recognized his voice.

“Ill be there.” That was all she said and then hung up the phone. Everyone with Formula 1 was staying in one hotel. Every team, every media person, they were all in that hotel. Most of the drivers were out partying, but apparently Pierre wasn’t.

She got out of bed, slipped on her shoes and a jacket, and then walked out of her room. She put her hood over her head to hide her face and made her way to room 321. Five minutes later, she was there. Before she could even knock on the door, it was opening and she was being pulled inside.

“Anyone see you?” Pierre asked as he locked the door. She shook her head.

“No. No one.” She breathed out and looked up at Pierre with wide eyes.

“Good.” He muttered and then leaned forwards and kissed her. His stubble was rough against her face but she welcomed the sting. Her hands flew to his hair as he shoved her against the door, already reaching for the bottom of her shirt. “Jump.” He grumbled against her lips and tapped on her thighs. She did as he said and he caught her, holding her by her thighs. Her head fell back as he kissed her neck before tugging off her shirt and unclasping her bra.

“Pierre…” She moaned his name as he nibbled on the sensitive parts of her neck. Her back arched off of the door, chest pressing against his.

“Mhm..?” He hummed, not even pulling away from her for a moment as his lips moved to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She whined and her head fell to the side.

“Condom?”

“In my wallet. I’ll get it in a minute.” He sighed and then took her off of the door and carried her over to his bed. She laid on the bed and tugged off her pants and panties, watching as he took off his own shirt while getting the condom from his wallet.

“You were ready for this?” She teased him lightly. Pierre scoffed.

“You never know.” He smiled and went to take off his belt. She shook her head and moved forwards so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hands went to his belt and she removed it for him, throwing it aside as she pushed down his pants. He stepped out of them, along with his boxers. His breath hitched as he watched her take the condom from his hands and then set it aside.

“Think you can wait for a minute?” She asked, looking up at him. Pierre shrugged. One of her hands went to his cock, stroking him a few times experimentally. His head fell back as he groaned.

He stood in front of her, hands resting on the back of her head as she took him into her mouth. Her eyes met his as she swirled her tongue around his tip before beginning to suck him off. His brows knit together as he closed his eyes. Pierre hadn’t had another woman touch him ever since he started dating his girlfriend. He forgot how good foreign touch could feel.

His hips thrusted towards her mouth and she closed her eyes as tears pricked at the corners of them. He held her head still as he began to fuck her mouth, head falling back as he did. She listened to the sounds that came from the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. Her nose pressed against his abdomen as he pushed her head down as far as it could go.

With just a few more quick thrusts into her mouth, his cum spurted down her throat. She had her hands holding onto his thighs to stabilize herself as she swallowed around his cock, making him grunt from the odd sensation. Pierre pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her as she coughed.

“You swallow?” Pierre gripped her jaw and made her open her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “That’s what I thought.” He gave her cheek a gentle smack as she smiled up at him. He reached down and picked up the condom from beside where she was sitting and ripped the package open. She watched with interest in her eyes as he slid the rubber onto his cock.

He pushed her back onto the bed and then positioned himself over her. He knew he couldn’t really just ram into her, so he reached between their bodies and circled his fingers over her clit for a moment to just make sure she was ready. She gasped as she felt his tip press up against her entrance. Pierre looked into her eyes for a moment but then just decided to watch as he bullied his cock into her hole. A choked moan left her lips as she was almost about to run her hands down his back. He shook his head and pinned her wrists to the bed.

“There can’t be any proof that we did this.” He hissed. She nodded and any other thoughts left her mind as he started to slowly thrust into her. Each drag of his cock inside of her was perfect. Her walls were tight around him, molding to fit his cock perfectly. She could feel each vein, each little part of him.

Pierre pulled his hips back so he was almost pulling out of her completely, and then ramming back into her with more force until he was sure that she was ready. His hands gripped onto her hips as he leaned back. He pulled her hips flush against his. She shuddered.

His thrusts were rough and there was absolutely no sort of romanticism or friendliness in their actions. Just pure lust. Pierre had obviously done this before. The kisses that he had left on her neck had been rough, but not enough to leave any marks whatsoever. The grip he had on her hips was tight, but it was just borderline bruising. He knew how to do it just right. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Pierre grunted with almost every thrust as he watched it knock the air from her. Her moans were muffled with one of his hands moving to cover her mouth. He wasn’t leaving any chances of them being caught and she wasn’t complaining. If anyone found out that they were having sex, both of their reputations would be destroyed. She would probably lose her job too.

They both knew the risks, but neither seemed to care as they fucked like animals in the hotel room. It must’ve been around 10 at night before the other drivers began to even start returning to the hotel. They were still going at it. His eyes met hers as he fucked himself into her still. She had lost count of how many times he had pushed her over the edge at this point. The only thing that she could see anymore was his muscles flexing in the dark room. The lights were off so that if anyone did manage to come inside, they wouldn’t be able to see what was happening.

Somehow, Pierre hadn’t managed to cum once. His stamina was evident from the long time they were able to go at it. Her cheeks were damp from the tears that had spilled from her eyes. As she was able to notice his thrusts getting a bit messier, she realized that he was nearing his climax as well.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” He groaned out as his hips snapped into hers. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably around his waist. Her eyes met his again in the dark room. Pierre watched how her eyes seemed to widen slightly with each thrust, but then narrowed every time he was pulling back.

With a few more thrusts of his hips against hers, their skin met for the first time in a while. He came into the condom, she could feel the warmth inside of her. She fell over the edge for the final time that night. Pierre continued to buck forwards for a few seconds longer until they had both ridden out their orgasms.

Pierre pulled out of her and reached down, taking off the condom and tying it off before throwing it out. She watched as he did this and then walked across the room to put on a shirt and a pair of sweats. She sat up, catching her breath and running a hand through her hair. Standing up, she walked into the washroom to fix up her appearance. Pierre could be heard rummaging around in the room, opening the door to the balcony to let in some fresh air.

“See you at your next race, Pierre.” She said her goodbyes as she slipped on her clothes again. He nodded at her and then she left the room, heading back to her own.

That was how it all started.

After nearly every race for the rest of the season, they would end up in each others hotel rooms. If Kika wasn’t there, she was in his room. If she was there, he was in hers. It didn’t seem to matter anymore whether she was there or not, they were just always finding a way to be with each other.

After the final race in Abu Dhabi, Pierre found himself standing in front of her again. She had the microphone held up to him.

“Nice to see you again, Pierre. What did you think of the outcome of this last race?” She smiled at him as if their relationship was purely professional. They both hid what happened behind closed doors behind an innocent facade.

“Its not what I had hoped for, but it was a fine race. I’m excited for next season.” Pierre answered, leaning forwards slightly so he was a bit closer to the microphone.

“Of course. Are we expecting a great season from you, Mr. Gasly?” She asked, holding eye contact with him. He nodded.

“It will be a great season for all of us, yes.” He tried his best to sound humble. She laughed quietly at this.

“I’m looking forward to it.” She snickered. “I suppose I’ll see you next year. Congratulations.” The camera shut off and she turned to confirm it. The cameraman nodded as per usual and began to walk off. She raised a brow to silently confirm their plans for later on. He nodded. He walked away.

As expected, that night she found herself in his hotel room. She wasn’t too sure where Kika was, but that wasn’t her biggest worry. According to Pierre, she would be out for pretty much the whole night partying with the other WAGs.

Her face was pushed down into a pillow, muffling her screams as she gripped onto the sheets too. Pierre’s hands gripped onto her hips, pulling her to meet each thrust. He was not too happy with getting 13th on the final race of the season. She could feel that.

Pierre rammed into her from behind, gripping roughly onto her ass, watching how it moved as his hips snapped against it. One hand left her ass to move up her back and to her neck.

“Think you’re gonna be able to stay quiet?” He grunted into her ear as his hand moved into her hair, pulling it back. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back, lip trapped under her teeth. “I’m expecting an answer.” He growled.

“I- can stay quiet.” She choked out quietly. Her chest squeezed as she was fighting back her moans. Pierre nodded. His other hand also left her ass to clamp down over her mouth.

“Dont believe you.” He hummed against her neck. She was pulled back so she was pretty much sitting up straight as he fucked into her. His tip slammed up against her G-spot with nearly every thrust. Her clit throbbed and she sobbed into his hand.

If he was to let go of her hair, she was sure to collapse. That was just what he did. He released his grip on her hair and watched as she fell back onto her face, burying her face into the pillow again. His hand slipped underneath her to rub at her clit.

During their second or third time meeting up at night, Pierre had discovered that he took more pleasure in fucking her than with Kika. He wasn’t sure if it was from the roughness of which they had sex or whether it was the adrenaline that pumped through his veins from the thought of being caught, but something made it better.

His mind when he was fucking his girlfriend often just drifted back to her. He wondered how she might act.

His eyes were locked on the small of her back, watching how it twitched occasionally as he hit her g-spot. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was holding onto the sheets. He was worried for a moment that she may rip them. He didn’t know what he would do about that.

Pierre knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer this time. His stamina had seemed to go down over the last while. He could hardly contain himself with her.

As per usual, his thrusts got sloppier and he lost his rhythm. She could feel as he came into the condom once again. She moaned in satisfaction as it pushed her over the edge once more. After a moment of both of them riding out their highs, he pulled out of her again.

“Ill see you in a few months?” She asked as she got off of the bed, stumbling for a moment. Pierre touched her waist to help stabilize her. He didn’t need her getting hurt right then.

“I sure hope so.” Pierre muttered and then passed her the shirt that was now on the ground. She took it from him and slipped it on.

“Bye, Pierre.” She gave him a quick pat on the arm and then pulled on her pants before walking out of the door.

How was he supposed to go months without that?

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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⦿ Home/Lock Screen ⦿

What the BHNA boys lock/Home Screen look like?

Characters: Kiribaku, ShinKami, Dabi x GN!Reader

Hi everyone, back again! This concept wasnt requested but I got asked about a certain character combination -so yeah! I hope you like it( I won’t say who you are but I hope you enjoy it!😊) each character has a different Lock Screen/Home screen! I hope you enjoy! And as always, request are always welcomed! Bye~🤍

Kirishima + Bakugou

» Lock Screen «

Bakugou’s Lock Screen is back from UA. It's a picture of you sitting at your desk. You're tipping over in your chair. One of your hands in the air and the other trying to grab onto the desk. You have a leg leaving the chair like you're kicking a soccer ball. The other leg is trying to touch the ground again. You have this look of pure panic on your face. And in the corner, you can see the quick moment(a blurry flash) of Bakugou running over to help you. He looks almost angry like he’s about to yell ‘dumbass!’. Denki took the picture, trying to catch a photo of Kirishima with his concentration face on. But instead, it’s a picture of Kirishima, mi-yell, and a large arm reaching over his desk to try and stop you from tipping over. His eyes are wide.Katsuki smiles every time he sees it, it’s just so stupid and funny. It reminds him of both of you.

» Home Screen «

Bakugou’s Home Screen is a more recent photo. It’s of you and Kirishima. You have Bakugou's old skull shirt on, the faded material hanging off you. You lay against Kirishima's side, your head resting on his shoulder. Kiri’s arm is slung around you, his head slightly tilted back. You’re both fast asleep. And Bakugou is pretty sure he can see drool on Kirishima's chin. There’s a half eaten bowl of popcorn sandwiches between you two. And an All Might blanket covering you and Kirishima's lap. Balugou keeps it as his home screen because it’s more personal to him. Something he feels is sentimental- something he doesn’t want his fans to see by accident.

» Lock Screen «

Kirishima's Lock Screen is a picture of you and Bakougu cooking. You’re both standing side by side at the stove wearing aprons as you work. Yet Bakugou’s hand is in your back pocket, his thumb hanging out in case he needs his other hand. The photo only shows the back of your heads as the both of you do something so… domestic. But at that moment, you both kept shoving each other, talking about the latest villain. Trying to compete with each other on who could cut the most carrots.

» Home Screen «

Kirishima's Home Screen and pictures of you, himself, and Bakugou at a waterpark. Your body is sandwiched between theirs. Kirishima has one large arm wrapped around your waist and Bakugou has one wrapped around your shoulders. His fingers grazed Kirishima's broad shoulders. You have your hands resting on their lower backs. Both you and Kirishima are smiling, and Bakugou is grinning. His dimples showing up.

🔥 Dabi 🔥

» Lock Screen «

Toya’s Lock Screen is of you eating an Oreo. It was right after a rather shitty mission and you're just sitting at the bar, eating Oreos. You still have soot on your face, and small scratches, but here you are- at the bar eating cookies. You have it cracked in half, so one side is a cookie and the filling and the other is just a cookie. Your front teeth are sunk into the cream, and there are clear drag marks from you scooping the filling out with your teeth like a shovel. The best part of the photo is you’re flipping off the camera. You look angry and Dabi finds the scene fucking hilarious and adorable. Like a toddler, just eating cookies angrily. You're giving Dabi the worst side-eye he’s ever seen.

“You want some milk too”

“Shut up”

» Home Screen «

If you’re wondering, his Home Screen is a very old photo of his siblings he found in the paper. It’s personal. Hidden. You understand.

⚡️Denki + Shinso 💤

» Lock Screen «

Denki’s Lock Screen is little Eri dressed up as a pikachu. Yes, he has pretty much claimed her as his little sister.

» Home Screen «

Denki’s Home Screen is of You, Shinso, and himself at the last concert you went to. You’re on Shinso’s shoulders, an arm in the air yelling along with the lyrics. You have one of Denki’s chokers on and eyeliner that he drew on you. Your ripped band t-shirt is pulled upwards at your movement.

Shinso has a black band shirt on with his long-sleeve white and dark purple striped shirt underneath. It hugs his arms tight, leading to the loose second layer. His ringed fingers rest on your legs, ensuring you stay upright and safe. He has, his snake bites in ( he usually takes out due to work) and his black stud and off screen your hand is cupping his face right behind his ear. He’s smiling at the camera, while you're completely oblivious.

Denki’s holding his phone to catch the two of you and a section of himself. His lighting bolt and chain piercings are on full display to the camera. He’s smiling brightly, a little tipsy but extremely happy.

» Lock Screen «

Shinso Home Screen and Lock Screen is one picture split up. His Lock Screen is of you and Eri. Eri sitting crisscrossed in front of you as you do her hair. Twisting the blue-gray strands into a space bun. A brush, bobby pins, and red hair clips lay next to you. The both of you are laughing and looking off into the distance. Where in the cover of the screen, two hands are reaching out. The fingernails were painted vibrant pink. There are plastic rings on them, some from Eri’s old toy chest. One is a huge fake diamond and the other is a cheaply painted plastic cat face.

» Home Screen «

Shinso’s Home Screen is the rest of the photo. Denki is laying on his stomach, his sweet smile peeking out from over his shoulders. He’s wearing one of Eri's cat headbands, causing his golden hair to spike in all different directions. He has a temporary tattoo on his cheek, a yellow lightning bolt that Eri picked out for him. Shinso had one too. A black back on the top of his hand. One of the best parts about it is that it’s a Live Photo. When Shinso presses down on the Lock Screen, your shoulders move as you laugh and Eris' confused face breaks out a larder smile. Her hands clasped as her eyes close in laughter. The hands on the corner of the screen move as if showing off the rings on them.

When Shinso presses down on the Denki portion of the picture, Denki's mouth moves. The audio is of Denki speaking in a very sassy female voice. ‘How ya doing?’

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estxkios · 11 months

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MIDNIGHT

tomkaulitz x skater!reader

summary: you sneak out with your boyfriend at midnight to smoke. (part two with smut??)

requested - no

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you couldnt fall asleep, youd been sitting upright in bed staring into the wall for what felt like hours. at this point, you want to give up the agonizing game of trying to fall asleep so you look over to your cluttered nightsand and grab your phone off of it. the screen turning on lit up your face in the dark room, all you saw was the time 11:59 pm, until the brightness coming from your phone caused you to squint irritatingly hard, so you flicked on your lamp.

after your eyes adjusted to the light you resumed back to your phone and opened your messages app, not expecting to see anything. except there was something. 4 messages from your boyfriend, tom.

tom : hey, u up? 11:56 pm

tom : can i come over 11:59 pm

tom : are you ignoring me i saw you turn ur light on 12:00 am

tom : fuck it im coming 12:02 am

and right as you read the last message there was a faint tapping on your window, you jolted at the sound, but then connected the dots. it was tom. you gently pulled your curtain to the side, he smiled when you opened the window, his skateboard that was adorned with stickers clutched in his right hand.

"so ignoring my text messages is cool now?" he said, the window screen still unopened. you giggled at his attitude and lifted up the screen so you could hop out. "i was trying to sleep." you huffed as you hit the ground, the leaves crunching under you as your weight hit them. "doesnt look like your sleeping now, schatz." he pulled down you window and the screen as you patted yourself off. "yeah, tom. obviously." you walked over to him and reached in his coat pocket where he usually kept his joints. he lifted his hands above his head jokingly "jeez didnt know sneaking out with you required a search-" you cut him off by wiggling the joint in your hand in front of his face, showing him you were not infact searching his pockets, just borrowing some weed.

"oh." he laughed and took your hand that wasnt holding the joint, "lets get to the park before we start smoking yeah? your parents will smell it"

"oh shit yeah." you shoved the joint in your own pocket and grabbed your skateboard that you kept outside your window for occasions like this. you reached for toms hand and squeezed it as you two walked down your driveway.

when you reached the end of your driveway, you set down your skateboard. setting your left foot lightly on the front of your board. tom mimicked your movements and started to skate ahead of you.

"tom-! wait up!" you whisper-shouted, trying to make sure you didnt notify your parents you were awake.

"catch up loser!" he shouted, going faster than before.

you snorted and started pushing with your right foot, although you were out of breath from the task, you caught up to him in no time

"oh look who caught up!" tom laughed and went even faster than before, he put his right foot back on his board, putting most of his body weight on the left side of his board making a sharp turn to the skate park. you followed close behind.

the only thing that lit up the skate park was one small street light, so you watched as toms blurry figure dipped into the bowl.

you expected him to pop back out on the other side of it, except he didnt. so you shouted, "tom?"

"come down here schätzen!" he called from the bottom of the bowl, his voice echoing off the curved walls of it.

you walked to the edge of the bowl. you couldn't skate down because you would hit tom so you shouted "catch!" before sending your board down to tom, who was sitting down with his legs spread.

"oh- fuck!" he squealed

he quickly grabbed the board before it hit him in the balls. you could not stop laughing. you slid down, shoes scraping the paved walls.

"its not funny." tom said with a stern look.

"oh but it really is!" you giggled and sat next to him at the bottom of the bowl, your legs touching his. you grabbed the joint out of your pocket and put it in your mouth.

tom, knowing the drill, took the lighter out of his pocket and instead of immediately lighting your joint he grabbed your chin

"you're so gorgeous."

you rolled your eyes. but deep inside your stomach was twisting with anticipation, and thanks the darkness that surrounded the two of you he couldnt see your cheeks that were now dusted with a dark pink shade.

he brought the lighter to your joint and carefully lit it, taking one of the many joints out of his pocket and doing the same with his. he took a long draw of his joint and held the smoke in his mouth. his hand reached up to your joint and he took it out of your mouth.

he put two fingers under your chin and got closer to your face. he put his lips near yours but didnt seal the air between you with a kiss, instead, he pulled your mouth open with his thumb and passed the smoke into your mouth.

you breathed in his smoke and inhaled, puffing the rest out of your nose, giggling. you got closer to him and wrapped you arms around his neck. he smiled, touching his forehead to yours, and this time, he did seal the air between you two with a passionate kiss.

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader fluff #tom kaulitz x reader smut #tom kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schafer x reader #smut #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing smut #tokio hotel #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel x reader

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nanaminsonyfans · 6 months

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Can I request a Megumi x reader where reader tries and fails twice, but succeeds the third time to get him under a mistletoe and kiss him?

a/n; Of course! i'd be delighted to do this!!! I would love some more christmas requests!

warnings; this is mostly fluff! reader is gender neutral and it's kinda ooc for megumi? its been awhile so hopefully its good.

Under the Mistletoe

You had a crush on Megumi for awhile now. He was so stoic, mysterious, yet charming. Perhaps it was his bluntness or his passion for being a good sorcerer for his sister. But it didnt really matter. You heard him talk to Todo...he didnt care how his partner looked, he just wanted a good personality.

This year for Christmas, Gojo insisted on decorating campus, much to Yaga's dismay but he relented since there wasnt any stopping THE Gojo Satoru. There was garland, lights, and mistletoe everywhere.

Snow dusted the ground, crunching under your feet. You carefully stepped in the already made footprints by Megumi. You two had been friends, the two only first years before Yuji and Nobara came. You both went inside and passed under some mistletoe, it was always slightly out of sight before you were under it.

"Hey Megs—" You pointed up and he looked at you, scoffing slightly. "I'm not participating in that idiot's little game." He says and rolled his eyes before starting to walk. You stomped off the snow on your shoes feeling defeated. "You like Fushiguro~" Nobara taunted and you blushed looking away. "Is it that obvious? i wish it was for him." You mumbled. "We'll help!" Yuji and Nobara said in unison. "How?" "Trust us." Nobara grinned.

You trusted them, unfortunately. Their grand plan was putting mistletoe everywhere. Every doorway, each hall at least six feet apart. Megumi thought it was just Gojo being obnoxious as usual, nothing new to him. However it was a little odd that you were following him around though, but it wasnt anything new. You two were usually training together. He never stopped to care even though it was you standing next to him. You started to feel slightly discouraged, maybe you read too much into how he treated you? It was different than how he treated everyone else, maybe it was because he knew you longer?

It was inching close to Christmas and everyone seemed somewhat excited, a few people returning home, mainly just Inumaki. You were standing out, watching the snow fall. It was dark but the lanterns around the school were more than enough light. You heard footsteps behind you and recognized them as Megumi's. His footsteps were soft, years of training with Gojo, but also barely detectable, like a shadow of footsteps.

"Do you not like me?" You ask suddenly, unable to contain it, there was a hint of hurt in your voice. "What?" He looked at you confused. "Of course i like you." "Not like that...like romantically." Megumi cleared his throat and stared forward. "I've never...been good with emotions." He says softly, his hands in his pockets. "But i do like you. A lot. I just thought this would be corny to confess feelings in such a...juvenile manner." He said as he turned to look at you.

"I thought i should tell you instead of just, kissing you. We've faced death together, more than once...i thought i should tell you in a meaningful way...i suppose this is it now." You turned and looked at him. "And look at that." He looked up, mistletoe hanging above the two of you.

You looked at him and smiled slightly. "Yeah...look at that." You say softly. "Y/n, i really do like you." "And i like you too Megumi." He stepped closer and held your face in his hands before kissing you gently. His hands were warm against your cold cheeks which warmed you up and sent butterflies to your stomach.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #request #jjk x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro x reader fluff #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro x y/n fluff #megumi x y/n

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year

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Birthday Bash | Simon "Ghost" Riley x MacTavish!Male Reader | Fluff

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Kasey as my favourite person I think it would be so great if you did a Ghost x male reader where the reader is soaps brother and the reader and ghost have been secretly together" @ezranotbridger (you're too sweet 🤭)

Warnings; Uhh meeting family for the first time? unnamed family members. NON SEXUAL embarrassment, simon is FINE GUYS at the end of the day readers family LOVES HIM HE DOESNT HAVE A PANIC ATTACK I SWEAR

Synopsis; Happy Birthday! What a great surprise. Simon gets to meet his boyfriend's family. Nothing could possibly go wrong!

A/N; not dead, still writing, just without AC and i'm a lizard and need it to be freezing to function. also i graduated. also gost wasnt necessarily a secret, but close enough. ALSO THE HORROR OF FORGETTING TO CHANGE IT TO Y/N FROM MY OCS NAME AND ALMOST POSTING IT OMG I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK

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Ghost parked his car outside of a relatively small house and sighed, anxiously glancing at the front door and then at the small gift bag sitting on the passenger seat. He was nervous. This would be his first time meeting his boyfriend's family. While they had been dating for nearly a year, Ghost hadn't had much time available to introduce himself. But it was Y/N’s birthday, and he wouldn’t miss it. He refused to.

He was wearing a black t-shirt, no mask, and curly blonde hair tousled from trying to make himself appear more put together before eventually giving up. He was Simon today. Still, he was determined, albeit anxious, to leave his car and knock on the front door. Simon took a shaky breath before grabbing the gift and sliding out of the car, locking it behind him and pocketing the key.

Simon walked up to the front door and hesitated before rapping the heavy wooden door. He could hear the people inside chatting loudly and the loud footsteps of someone rushing to grab the door. It swung open revealing a young woman with brown hair and blue eyes. She stared at him a moment, looking him up and down before she turned back to the house, hanging herself out the doorway.

“Y/N! Did ya invite some wide fella?” she hollered.

Wide? Simon thought. I’m not wide.

Moments later Y/N shoved the woman out of the doorway and beamed at Simon, throwing himself at him and ignoring the girls cursing.

“I’m so happy you made it!” he said, kissing Simon’s cheek. Simon smiled softly.

“Wouldn’t miss it, love.”

“Come in! I wanna introduce you.”

Y/N led Simon into the living room and open kitchen/dining area where his immediate family and close friends were gathered. There were too many of them.

An older man and woman sat at the dining table, Simon assumed they were Y/N’s parents. Two women around Y/N’s age sat with the couple. On the couch were three of Y/N’s friends, two of which he had met previously. Across from them was a young teenager, likely a nephew, and another man around Y/N’s age.

Y/N began pointing out his family members and friends, naming them each while they smiled and gave small waves that Simon nervously nodded along with. The youngest was indeed his nephew, his eldest sister's child. He was the only child allowed to show because he had insisted on meeting his favourite uncle's boyfriend, stating he had to “make sure he wasn’t a total mink.”

“I’m not sure where the other one is,” Y/N said, rubbing the back of his neck. He sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him.

“The other one?” Simon asked as he sat down.

“Aye, my baby brother.”

“The loo,” Y/N’s youngest sister said.

“Don’t be laughin’ at me!”

Simon froze at the voice behind him. He covered his face and rested his elbows on his knees and exhaled deeply. Y/N placed a hand on Simon’s back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Simon cracked his fingers open and turned to look at Y/N.

“No way!” the man said, a laugh at the back of his throat.

“Bloody hell…” Simon muttered, shaking his head.

“What’d you do to him, John?” their mother asked, a slightly worried look on her face.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” John insisted as he walked around the couch and stood in front of Simon. “The hell are you doing here, Ghost?”

Y/N's jaw dropped and he turned to stare at Simon.

“You’re lying!” Y/N said, going back to looking at his brother.

“I amn’t!” John shot back.

Simon finally sat up and let his hands fall into his lap. His face was red.

“You’re dating my brother!?” Y/N’s nephew began giggling behind his phone. The man beside him hit his shoulder only causing him to laugh more, leading to him laughing as well.

Simon rubbed his eyes as if he had a migraine.

“You’re dating-” John’s face suddenly fell from his teasing grin and he covered his mouth. Simon stared at his shoes. Y/N stared at his brother.

“What’s wrong wit you now?” he asked. The suppressed giggles were starting to spread through the living room.

“This whole time you been talkin’ about my brother…”

Y/N’s jaw dropped and he slowly turned his head to Simon, who had turned away from Y/N and was covering his mouth. The nephew was now openly cackling. He sounded like a crow.

“I’m gonna be sick,” John stated before walking into the kitchen.

“What have you been talkin’ about Simon,” Y/N said. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down Simon’s spine. Y/N’s entire family was giggling or hiding their laughter behind their hands. Y/N stood and grabbed Simon’s shoulder. “Come on, love.”

Simon stood and obediently followed Y/N as he led him to the other side of the house. The family quieted and attempted to listen in but only heard whispers until Y/N yelled “You told him THAT?!”

They immediately burst into laughter, clinging to the couch or each other so as to not double over. John muttered something along the lines of “It’s not funny” under his breath, but it went unnoticed.

The couple returned to the room and the crowd quieted. Simon was beet red. Y/N sat him down and then walked to where John was leaning against the sink.

“The next time I hear of you asking questions like that to anyone I will personally deliver your arse whooping,” Y/N stated before he turned and walked to his mother. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear that turned her ears red. She whispered something back to Y/N who nodded and kissed her cheek before he walked back to sit next to Simon, placing a hand on his thigh and smiling as his mother turned to John.

“John MacTavish, we will be talking later.”

John nodded shamefully and turned around, walking to the dining table and taking a seat.

“Now, who wants cake?” she asked, clasping her hands together and standing. Immediately ‘yes' filled the room.

“Simon!” Y/N’s father said. The blonde turned to him, face still pink. “We’d love to have you over again sometime soon.”

Simon nodded.

“I’m not mad wit you, by the way,” Y/N said. He placed his hand in Simon’s and intertwined their fingers.

“I know,” Simon responded. Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek before he jumped into one of the conversations happening around him.

#ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #soap is readers brother #the mactavish family is big #stop. shagging. please

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lingeringdesires505 · 5 days

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to be loved

nagi seishiro x reader

fluff

nagi always thought of everything as a pain or a hassle, to him, even breathing was a pain. to him, all that mattered was that he was alive and well enough to do the two things he was most passionate about - soccer and video games.

the man was so lazy he didnt even bother to cook his own meals and resorted to cooking instant noodles and even skipping meals sometimes.

eat, play, sleep, repeat.

that was until he met you.

the first time he saw you was at a video game store, queuing up to buy a highly anticipated game that just released. the moment he joined the queue, he took notice of you. he couldn't exactly figure out why he was so attracted to you. maybe it was the way your facial features complimented the most beautiful smile he had ever seen as you tap away on your phone, or the way you tucked your hair behind your ear so that it wouldn't obstruct your face.

dont get him wrong, nagi had seen really pretty girls before, but up to that point in time, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you.

soon enough, his stare caught your attention. the moment nagi made eye contact with you, it felt as if time had stopped there and then. the moment you flashed a small smile at him, trying to be friendly, he felt his heart racing. what was this unfamiliar feeling stirring inside of him? this strange feeling hes never felt before. nagi quickly looked away in embarrassment, his cheeks turning red.

you slowly walking towards him to stand behind him in the queue didnt help the fact that the poor man was as red as a tomato.

since the queue was pretty long and you had nothing else to do but wait, you decided to talk to the tall, white haired stranger in front of you, especially since he was queuing to buy the same new game as you.

soon, the small talk turned into a full blown conversation. turns out, nagi and you had a lot in common. the two of you both enjoyed playing the same games and going to the arcade.

just as the two of you had made your purchases, nagi started panicking as he saw you bid goodbye to him while walking towards the exit.

this couldnt be it. this couldnt be the end. no, nagi didnt want this to end, he wasnt content with the thought that he may never see someone as precious and beautiful as you again. even though nagi had never taken any initiative to do anything but play soccer and video games, he couldnt just stand there and see you become nothing but a stranger again.

before meeting you, he had never been so comfortable around someone so fast. before you, he had never gotten along with anyone so well. (totally not because he found it bothersome to speak to others )

that day was the first time he had ever done something on his own initiative.

the tall man briskly jogged towards you, blocking the way to the exit in front of you, and shyly asked for your number.

nagi was a little worried about how you would respond to such a request. was it too weird to ask for someones number like that? maybe he should have listened to reo when he used to ramble about how he managed to woo his girlfriend...

to his delight, you took out a pen from your pocket and wrote your number on the receipt you received when you made your purchase before handing it to him, flashing yet another beautiful smile that made nagi giddy.

from that day onwards, nagi's life was never the same again.

things he used to find bothersome to do, didnt seem to be bothersome to him anymore, of course, only if it was you who asked him to do it.

nagi had always felt like it was a pain to go out, even if it was just for a short while, and would only go out if it was absolutely necessary for him. however, ever since you came into his life, he would never decline your invitation to go out or go shopping, even if the activities didnt interest him at all. he would even treat you to different foods, buy you things, and even carry your shopping bags for you.

before you, nagi had never bothered to constantly check for messages, but after meeting you, he would constantly check for messages, whether it be in between his matches, or even during his soccer training.

before you, nagi had never bothered to have a proper diet and would resort to eating all sorts of junk — an eat to live type of person. however, after meeting you, you would often cook nutritious meals for him during your hangouts at his house. nagi loved the food you made for him so much that he felt as if he could never survive a day without your cooking. sometimes, the man that used to think that doing such things were bothersome would even join you in the kitchen and help you the best he can, even though his cooking skills might not be the best...

nagi would also bring you out to a coffeeshop or to the mall and buy small little gifts or trinkets to give you. he treated you as if you were an angel, a blessing that fell from the sky.

after meeting you, his life had changed a lot. it didnt take long for the two of you to fall head over heels for each other, finally getting together and moving in together.

sometimes, nagi couldnt believe that someone as beautiful and kind as you would love and care for him so deeply. the thought of love used to seemed like a complicated topic to nagi hence he never bothered to think about it. but now, all he could think about all day was you and how much he adored you.

seeing you patiently wait for him to finish his training made him feel loved and cared for. the way you run up to him to give him a big hug despite him being all sweaty from training makes him think about how lucky he is.

all the lazy sundays and late nights spent with you cuddling on his couch or in his bed, binge watching shows or playing games made he feel fulfilled.

everyday, his love for you grows bigger and bigger. he never thought he would love and think about someone as much as he loves and thinks about you. now, he wasn't only passionate about video games and soccer, but also passionate about you. in fact, his first priority is you. he didn't care anymore about how bothersome or troublesome an activity was, as long as he could make you happy, show his love, see that breathtaking smile of yours and hear your sweet laugh, he would do it without hesitation.

to be loved is to be changed — a phrase he never believed in until he met you.

love is a strange thing, isnt it?

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thank you for reading!

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feel free to request!

please dont steal

@lingeringdesires505 2024

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sugarcloudsky · 9 months

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Hghhh I need some pitaya dragon cookie x reader fics where it's basically beauty and the beast, I'm starving for content,,,

Prickly dragon that softens for sweet but strong reader and falls madly in love with them

「The Hunter’s Beast」

character: pitaya dragon cookie

wc: 1.2k

cws: none

im gonna sound like a broken record but so sorry for taking so long to get to this!!!! ive got a lot of requests that have been sitting in my inbox for months LOL hope u enjoy tho!!<3 just a note, reader is a hunter in this (if it wasnt obvious) and established relationship here

The summer evening was cool and quiet. The full moon was already peeking out from behind the mountains, glimmering from up above. The rustling leaves of the trees provided some cover for you and your squad of hunters as you waved for them to follow you. You all kept as quiet as you could, the only sound being the fragile leaves crunching under your worn out boots whenever you moved.

You were all on a mission, to find any kind of edible berries or meat to bring back to your camp located just on the clearing at the edge of the forest. The food supply of your squad’s base back home was running low, so you all headed into the woods to replenish and collect whatever was possible. As of now, your squad had quite the collection of edible plants to take back. The artificial pouch wrapped tightly around your waist was filled to the brim with an assortment of berries and veggies to return home later.

“This will be enough to last us for weeks,” you call to your group, turning to them as they all nod at you. You stand up, dusting your legs as you shuffle your boots in the opposite direction. “It’s getting darker. We need to head back as soon as possible before we run into a pack of cake hounds or something worse.”

“Yes, captain!” They all say in unison, making you chuckle under your breath. You don’t really like the name ‘captain’, but your crew refuses to call you anything else. You were the one who did most of the work back at camp, so what else could they call you? They looked up to you a lot! Even though you wanted to, you decided not to argue with your group about the name again, simply opting to quietly start walking back to camp with them following closely behind you.

As you all walk in silence once more, you begin to ponder about your life back at the camp. It’s been so long since you started living in a small camp by the forest, you don’t even remember ever leading a comfortable, peaceful life. All you remember is needing to run, run as far as possible, because it was no longer safe for you to stay in your hometown. Ever since then, you’ve lived in a camp far away with a number of survivors and lived off wild plants and animals to survive. It was a rough life, but you all managed, and you've all grown to see each other as more of a family than just other survivors.

Your lips subconsciously curl upwards at the thought. You’re about to turn around and say something lighthearted to your group, but something stops you. You pause for a brief moment, before sticking your arm out for the cookies behind you to stop as well. Something isn’t right. It’s quiet… too quiet. Birds and crickets were chirping peacefully just a few minutes before you began heading back, but now it was just eerily quiet.

“…We’re being stalked. We need to hurry back right now—”

A sudden loud roar and the earth rumbling below your feet cuts you off and leads you to instinctively pull your makeshift knife out from your pocket. The rest of the cookies with you pull out their own weapons as well, an uneasy tension immediately building within you all.

A roar… all too familiar. Well, to you, at least.

“We need to get out of the area, now!”

Your voice was full of urgency as you urged your squad of hunters to run away as fast as they could before danger could find you, but alas, sometimes it’s nearly impossible to avoid these confrontations.

The trees around you are suddenly ripped out of the earth one by one, its roots nearly hitting one of your group members in the face. You yell for them to get back, having a certain feeling of who was threatening you and your group.

“Foolish cookiesssss…”

And you were right.

The Legendary Red Dragon’s familiar red scales come into view, their fiery breath causing surrounding temperatures to rise suddenly. They rip out the tree providing the last of any cover you had previously, exposing you and your group to the large beast. When it spots you, it grins widely, its large and intimidating fangs peeking out.

“Foolish little cookiessss… you dare trespassss on my land…?” Their loud voice booms across the trees, your ears ringing slightly as they laugh and taunt you. “You will come to regret thissss…”

This isn’t good. You would usually be able to deal with threats like these by yourself, but now you’re more worried for the safety of the others. You don’t care about what happens to you, as long as they can get back safely then you’ll feel alright.

Gritting your teeth, you turn towards your comrades.

“GO!”

The Red Dragon’s grin widens, but you don’t notice as you’re too focused on getting your crew away. Again, you yell at them, “GO!”

They all look at you, a mix of shocked and fearful faces staring back at you. They don’t want to leave without you, they can’t! What will they do without you?!

“Just go! I’ll be okay! I promise! You don’t wanna die, right?! Then go!!”

After a few more moments of you yelling and them trying to argue, your group finally (although very hesitantly) leave you alone with the dragon.

Once they’re completely out of sight, you finally turn your attention back to the large dragon in front of you. Their head tilts as they growl lowly. Their sharp fangs make you falter slightly, but you don’t back down.

“Brave little cookie…”

“Drop the act, Lizard, they’re gone. What do you want?”

They purr, their eyes dilating, “I wanted to ssssee you.”

You huff, “So that’s why you nearly scared my group to death?” as you cross your arms across your chest. Undeterred by your annoyance, Pitaya Dragon Cookie chuckles sinisterly.

“Those cookiessss were weak anywayssss… you are much sssstronger than them…”

You sigh. “So you did all that just so you could see me again?”

“Correct.”

This dragon…

“Well, you’ve seen me now,” Normally, you wouldn’t be so annoyed with the dragon in front of you, but you weren’t happy about how they treated the other hunters. “Now isn’t the best time, Pitaya. I need to head back.”

“No.”

You were starting to get a little irritated now.

They noticed your exasperation, “Little cookie…” they drawled, head lowering to move slightly closer to you, “I haven’t sssseen you in sssso long… sssstay longer…”

You flinch instinctively as they suddenly transform into their much smaller cookie form. They flip their hair, approaching you smugly before gently taking your hand in theirs, in hopes of maybe buttering you up. Their cold armor makes you shiver when you feel it touch your warm skin.

You stare at them for a few seconds of silence, watching as they practically make puppy dog eyes at you, before you let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat.

“Alright… fine. But I've got to get back s— oh!”

Pitaya Dragon Cookie swiftly picks you up bridal style, chuckling to themself as you yelp in surprise. Their ego multiplies tenfold when they notice the undeniable blush on your face.

“Sssstay a while, my favorite little cookie…” They grin, loudly purring at the sight of you noticeably trying to hide the color painted on your face. Their grip on you tightens very slightly as their eyes practically sparkle at your beauty.

“I’ll make our time sssspent together worthwhile, my little hunter.”

#cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #fanfiction #crk x reader #cookie run x you #x reader #crk #crob x reader #pitaya dragon cookie #pitaya dragon cookie x reader

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444rockstargf · 10 months

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I dunno if your requests are closed but hear me out

Danny/gabe or Charlie being edged so long but accidentally has a ruined orgasm?

Maybe dacryphilia,begging,(degrading????)

I don’t know I just want to see them completely ruined and crying because they couldn’t feel their orgasm after a long period of time :(

i love this sm. and i haven't written for charlie in a hot minute.

"pretty when i cry." | charlie walker

pretty when you cry. - lana del rey

( @roryculkinluvr posted smth very similar to this. check them out!! )

dom!reader x sub!charlie

contents: stalking, masturbation, ruined orgasm, use of vibrator, degradation (just a little), crying, begging, blowjob, cum eating

not proofread.

charlie walker was a lot of things, but quiet surely wasnt one of them. you could hear the sound of him rustling in the bushes as soon as you started undressing. his soft moans and whimpers that you could tell he was trying to keep at a low volume pierced through your ears as he started to touch himself at the sight of you.

but you decided to just let him have it. you undressed slowly, taking your time to show him every part of your body. you got a little closer to the window as you heard his noises getting louder. the way his whimpers got more high-pitched was a giveaway he was getting closer to his orgasm.

you made sure to time the exact moment he was about to cum. as soon as his voice gave the signal, you stuck your head out the window, making him freeze like a deer in headlights. you smiled as you made eye contact with him. "such a naughty boy, charlie..." his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

you see his exposed cock, swollen and dripping with precum. he was painfully close to his orgasm, but now it had been completely ruined. you pouted with fake pity. "oh, poor boy was so close to cumming, hm?" you said. charlie nodded, ashamed. even though something inside of you wanted to punish him for being so needy, another part of you wanted to give him what he wanted.

"why dont you come inside? then i can help you with... that." charlie smiled as he made his way into your bedroom. he looked around like this was a completely new sight for him, even though he had watched you through that window a thousand times.

charlie shifted slightly as he saw a pair of your underwear laying on your bed, feeling his boner returning. he slipped the underwear into his pocket while your back was turned. they would be perfect for his jerkoff sessions. you turned around, holding something in your hand. "get on the bed, char." he didnt hesitate to follow your order.

you set the item to the side and sat down beside him, your hand trailing down his body. charlie couldn't breathe as he felt you touching him. he found himself getting dizzy when ever you walked past him in the halls, or made eye contact for a fraction of a second, so this was taking him to a new level.

you moved your hand down to his throbbing bulge, making his breath get caught in his throat. you were going to help him get off. his fantasy of so many years was finally going to come true. "get those pants off for me, charlie." you whispered.

his hands were shaking as he moved them to his fly, unzipping it quickly. his cock was partially out of his boxers after having tried to put it back in when you'd caught him. it sprung out, the tip angry and red, like it was about to burst. you picked up the vibrator that you had set to the side, switching it on.

you pressed it onto the tip of his cock, making him whimper as precum leaked from it once again. you ran it up and down his length, making his whole body shake. he never wouldve thought that you of all people would be willing to do something like this for him.

you had to admit, you were enjoying yourself too. you like seeing him squirm every time the toy reached the tip again. you liked how red his face got when you gently massaged his balls. it was taking all of charlie's willpower to not cum all over you at that second.

he started bucking his hips into the toy as he body started to heat up. you increased the vibrators power, trying to get a reaction out of him. he bit his lip as he let out a muffled whimper. he had never felt anything like this before. it felt so much better than just his hand doing all the work.

"m-mh... im gonna cum... i-is that ok..?" he asked between groans and whimpers. you nodded, but noticed that the vibrations were going down. charlie noticed to, and he tried to move against it as he desperately tried to chase his orgasm, but it was no use. the vibrator died at the worst time.

charlie's eyes welled with tears as his orgasm had been denied for the second time. "n-no... i was so close..!" you tossed the toy to the side. you looked at charlie as tears started streaming down his red cheeks. it was the most pathetic thing that you'd ever seen. but you kind of liked it.

"p-please..! you cant stop now... im so close, j-just please let me cum..." he whined as a little smirk crept onto your face. "wow. youre even more pathetic than i thought, aren't you?" charlie tried to wipe away his tears, but they just kept on coming.

you felt a slight sense of pity for him, so you got down on your knees in between his legs, looking up at him. you took his swollen cock in your hands, bringing the tip to your mouth. you started swirling your tongue around the tip, making charlie's mind run mad at the sight and the feeling.

the lowered your head onto it, taking the entire thing into your mouth. his moans were so high-pitched and whiny that you just wanted to keep on teasing him, but you knew that the poor boy had had enough. you deepthroated in entire cock, humming a little to send vibrations down his body.

"c-can i cum now..? p-please, i need it..!" you nodded at his request, bobbing your head up and down even faster. he threw his head back as his orgasm came pouring out of him. he emptied out all his load int you mouth, and it was a lot more than you had anticipated for.

you pulled you mouth off of his cock, swallowing all of his cum. charlie looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet, which you were in his eyes. "t-thank you. thank you so much." he said as he zipped his softening cock back into his pants.

you nodded, a little smile on your face. "anytime, char." he stood up from the bed, preparing to leave, but you cleared your throat and put your hand out. he sighed before taking your underwear out of his pocket and handing it back to you.

author's note: i havent written for charlie in a while, so this was a very nice refresher. and requests and still open, so keep them coming :))

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #scream franchise #scre4m #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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shubblelive · 2 years

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— STOREROOM

— summary : you've been faceless for years, but when mr beast reaches out to you, you can't resist the opportunity to surprise karl.

— genre : fluff!!

— warnings : none!!!

— pairing : cc!karl jacobs x fem!faceless!cc reader

— featuring : cc!karl jacobs, mr beast (+crew), cc!quackity (mentioned)

— pronouns : she/her

— request : what abt a karl x fem!reader where he has a crush on them but she is a faceless streamer and mr beast like asks them to face reveal for a competetion (the reader has been thinking abt face revealing so its not boundary crossing yk) and like its a surprise for karl?? like he wasnt told that she was coming and he is like a lost puppy following her around the whole video??? AND THE READER LIKES RHEM BACK GOOD VIBES ONLY anyways slay ilysm

— word count : 0.7k

— note : my best boy karl <33 he would be so giggly and cute

he was trending on twitter. it wasn't uncommon, he was a creator after all. but now he was trending in association with you.

"fans of karl jacobs left excited after his "adorable" reaction to the prospect of meeting up with longtime friend for the first time ever."

"why is 'adorable' in quotation marks?" he turned his phone screen around so jimmy could see. jimmy just laughed and shrugged.

you and karl had streamed together last night, and you'd entertained the prospect of a face reveal. you'd become a creator rather young, never expecting it to truly take off. but now as an adult with a flourishing career, you felt ready to show your face.

karl had been elated that he was the first person you wanted to meet in person. you and him had been friends for years, and you telling him that he was your best friend turned him into a giggly blushing mess.

but, that was for him to think about later, because right now he had a video to shoot. this one wasn't an endurance challenge, so he didn't think he'd be here for more than maybe four hours. but that was four hours he could spend talking to you.

"hey, karl?" jimmy called him over about an hour. "can you grab another cable from the storeroom?" karl nodded and pocketed his phone, jogging over to storeroom one. "oh, wait. not that one. we have a guest in there."

"oooh, who is it?" he asked. usually, whenever they had guests it was either viewers that karl would meet when they got to the warehouse, or another creator that he would also meet when they got to the warehouse.

"i can't tell you," jimmy said simply. "it's a surprise."

karl frowned, but just put it off. "why are they in the storeroom,"

"we took out the shelves and put up some decor and stuff," jimmy said. "figured we would do more surprise reveals after this one and we need somewhere for them to stay."

to karl's dismay, he soon found out that everyone knew who was in the room except for him. over the next few hours, they filmed the challenge portion of the video, and then took a break before the end segment.

karl had won, and he had a lot of fun. it seemed like everyone else had given up fairly easily, but he assumed that everyone had off days.

he pulled out his phone and texted you: "hi bub sorry, been filming all day. you're probably asleep right now so call me when you wake up <33"

you and karl had been friends for years, but for the past year or so it had been different. you weren't dating, it was a weird sort of in between thing.

you knew he liked you, he knew you liked him. but you'd both silently agreed to wait until you met up irl before anything was going to happen.

once they were all gathered together jimmy spoke to the camera for a second before turning to karl. "alright, now. since karl was the winner, he gets our mystery prize. it's right in there," he gestured to the storeroom that had been done up.

"ooh, is it taylor swift?" he giggled as he opened the door. he expected it would be maybe his family, or another creator he hadn't got to meet.

"you've been hanging out with alex too much," was the first thing you said before karl was pulling you into his arms.

"you're here. oh my god," he recognised you based off of your voice, and he couldn't believe you were physically in front of him. "you're so pretty, gosh,"

"hi honey," you squeezed him as hard as you could.

"it's weird," he mumbled. "i missed you. but, i talked to you all the time. it doesn't make sense,"

"don't worry, karl. none of us saw her, she came in early." chris said. "we were all in on it,"

"can't even be mad," karl still hadn't let go of you, burying his face in your neck. "not when you're here,"

he had to pull away from you (still keeping your hand firmly in his), to finish the video. but the second everyone had gone he was putting his hands on either side of your jaw. "you're here, with me," he needed to keep repeating it so you didn't suddenly disappear.

"karl, honey?" he hummed in response. "i missed you too."

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs oneshot #karl jacobs drabble #karl jacobs headcanon #karl jacobs x fem!reader #karl jacobs fanfic

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Hi, is it ok to request a platonic headcanons for Slendy, Masky and Hoodie with a quiet but nice preteen reader.

Like the reader is the definition of silent but sweet, and most of the time has a neutral or deadpan expression on their face, but shows their kindness in other ways like flower crowns or making sweets for others. And the rare moments when the reader speaks or even smiles a little is basically instant serotonin to the three pastas

Masky, Hoodie, and Slenderman x quiet!sweet!preteen!reader (platonic)

sorry for the wait!! i was kind of trying to come up with ideas for this, i promise i wasnt ignoring your request TToTT mmm i wan scramble egg i think imma make some after i do my daily writing eheheh

SLENDERMAN:

not much talking is done between the two of you, the man isnt much of a talker either. but that doesnt mean you guys arent close or that he doesnt speak to you.. because he sure does every now and then. bonus if youre just a normal kid and hes looking after you (gosh i love the found family/kid being protected by monster trope), he makes sure you get to different places safely. you know hes always there. you see his cheekbones raise when you decide to speak.. dries out the flower crowns you give him so they can be preserved.. you dont have to make sweets for him, he doesnt have much need for them nor does he really have the capabilities to digest it

MASKY:

ooo okay so this one is interesting because hes not as lax and social as hoodie is, but hes not hostile to you. sometimes pockets the sweets you give him and snacks on them over the course of a few days if its something thats easily transportable or something (think homemade candies or small cookies).. nods approvingly when he gets around to trying it. he can speak but like you he doesnt do it much, so he can relate to your silence... gives you a thumbs up when you do talk.. he doesnt want to make a big deal out of it since... well he doesnt think its that much of a big deal but also, he doesnt want you to possibly get overwhelmed and not speak again.. does that make sense? speaking from my personal experiences here tbh

HOODIE:

i like to think sometimes he picks flowers on his way to you so you can make a crown, small stuff like that since he knows your interests and wants you to flourish in them/be able to do them... plus you can find loads of cool/pretty flowers all over the place where hes going (....half of the plants he gives you are weeds.. but its the thought that counts). similar to the other two, he understands your quietness, in my hc hoodie doesnt talk at all, rather he communicates through writing and sign language! while masky is a bit more uptight about routine and stuff, hoodie can be a little more relaxed about that sort of thing. loves the treats you make, he has a sweet tooth. teaches you sign language, generally a useful skill to have esp since he uses it to communicate + it gives you something to speak through if you cant verbally express it.. you guys probably bake together in the kitchen, you guys both experiment with recipes

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #slenderman x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman imagine #masky x reader #masky x you #masky imagine #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #hoodie imagine

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elliespassagerprincess · 1 year

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Scream for me- Part 2 (ellie williams x reader)

This is part 2 of a 3 part series! Part 3 will be released soon :)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open feel free to leave one!

warnings: HUGE warning for this one: mentions of gore, violence, detailed torture, murder, obsession

summary: In which not killing the pretty girl was the best mistake of her life

(if you want to be added to the tag list, just leave a comment and I'll tag you)

“Who are you?” she whispered fear evident in her eyes

Ellie had 2 options. One she could kill you. Two she could lie to you. Killing you wasnt an option. It never will be, now that she heard your voice she knew she was fucked. So she lied

“Ellie” she said her name simply

“Hi Ellie” you muttered softly, your guard still up. You were hesitant, but who wouldn’t be when there was a strange woman in your house.

“Why are you here?”

The room was tense. What was she supposed to say? Hey I break into your house daily to watch you sleep. No. That would scare you away. Ellie needed you. She needed to know your name.

“I was out” she started “didn’t realize it was time for the curfew”

“So you broke into someone’s house because you were scared of getting killed?”

“Yes”

“Well you should go through the front door next time” you chuckled “you scared me”

“I scared you?” that was the last thing Ellie wanted. She wanted you to feel safe by her. Comforted. She doesn’t care if the whole fucking world was scared of her, as long as you weren’t.

“Yes, god knows you could be Ghostface” You said with a laugh

Oh if only you knew

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You were nice to Ellie. You let her stay the night. You gave her soup. You even offered her to take your bed. God she was falling for you. Apart from Joel there were rarely people that treated Ellie with respect. With kindness. She was a woman, a lesbian, and for some reason people saw this as a reason to treat her like shit. You being nice to her is breathe of fresh air.

That’s why she loved being Ghostface. People feared her. People treated her with respect. They begged for her to stop. She loves being so powerful. And just being Ellie isn’t enough for her.

What happens if it was someone else that broke into your house? What happens if they harmed you? Who else do you treat this way? How could you be so polite to someone who broke into your house?

“What’s your name?” Ellie asked.

You said your name and Ellie repeated it a couple of time. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

She left the next morning and the weeks to come Ellie’s obsession grew more violent. More intense. She breaks into your house multiple times a day she steals things only to return them that same day, she needed you. She wanted to be in your presence. In Ellie’s mind you were already hers.

“Fuck” she moaned as the blade pierced her skin. She watched as the blood dripped onto the floor, your name freshly carved onto her pale skin.

“That’s it” she breathed as she watched the blood drip down her arm. “Gonna make you bleed for me” she whispered

“You’re going to fucking scream for me”

The wound healed. Your name now permanently carved into her skin. The polaroid she still has of you in her pocket.

Ellie killed every blonde in sight. They reminded her of that girl, in the picture with you. It made her stomach turn in discomfort, she could vomit at the thought.

The girl who’s name she learned was Abby. Abby Anderson. A girl who lives in a different state that fly’s out once every four months to see you. (She found this information by listening to your conversations as she hid under your bed) This made Ellie mad. Saying she was mad was an understatement.

Ellie had to stop her. Better yet kill Abby. If Abby was gone Ellie could swoop in and comport you. She could make you love her. She could treat you better than Abby did.

But she had to practice. She had to get the best and most painful torture methods ready for Abby. And where else to practice than on the poor innocent residents of Jackson.

Drowning, suffocation, mutilation were all things Ellie thought of. She could throw a bottle of acid on Abby. Drown her in her own urine. Slit her abdomen open and force her to eat her organs raw. These were all things she wanted to do. But she couldn’t do it if you were home. She didn’t want to scare you.

And she had the perfect plan.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

12 July 2034

Abby fucking Anderson was going to arrive today. Ellie felt like she was going to lose her shit. Her recent killing has gotten more violent. More brutal. She was practicing. Practicing for Abby. The people of Jackson fear Ghostface more than ever.

Her recent victim a 19-year-old girl. Hair completely cut off, a joker smile was cut onto her pretty face. Hands and feet cut of clean. Still up to this day no one knew where those body parts were.

She had to get her execution for Abby just right. Ellie watched secretly as you got more and more excited to meet up with your longtime friend. The nights she hid in your closet listening to your conversations with Abby made her sick.

Why didn’t you talk to her that way?

She decided the best thing would be to drug both of you. Abby would be drowsy and easier to attack, and you would fall asleep. This was a win-win situation for her. All the snacks you bought for you and Abby to share, she drugged it. She made sure to add more to your favorite snacks, so that you can hopefully sleep through the whole thing.

She needed Abby to be awake. She needed her to see, to feel what will happen to her when she talks to someone that doesn’t belong to her.

Abby arrived and Ellie hid in the bathroom, listening to your squeals as you probably hugged the girl, the alarm sounded soon after indicating that everyone was already inside for lockdown. She waited. She did.

She listened to you laugh, to the two of you gossip, she heard it all. If she didn’t care for you as much as she did, she would’ve got up and killed aby right there and then.

The house went silent after 3 hours not like she was counting or anything (she was). She lifts up the sleeve of her black hoodie and she kissed the scar of your name.

“This is all for you baby” she spoke softly as she put on the mask and walked out the bathroom. The first place she went was the bedroom. And there she saw you as you lay quietly. And she went to close the door, hoping the drug worked. And she was off. Off the find Abby.

There the blonde stood in the kitchen, looking for something in the fridge, her words slurring: “where the fuck do- you do you k-keep the juice” she heard her say.

“Right here” Ellie said, the blonde turned around eyes wide not recognizing the voice.

“Who the fuck-“ but before she could even finish that sentence Ellie picked grabbed the bat she hid close by and hit Abby across the face with it. The blonde immediately fell to the ground.

“Night night you filthy bitch” Ellie whispered

Ellie moved quickly. Abby was bigger than her, she looked stronger. She could overpower her in no time. Ellie had to get her tied up, and quick.

Grabbing a rope and a pair of fluffy socks she stole from your room, she tied Abby up and gaged her, making sure the socks were stuffed down far enough, so whatever noise Abby would make would be muffled. She grabbed a pot of boiling water, throwing it on Abby and that that woke her up immediately.

Abby let out a mulled scream, eyes wide, face red and burning. Ellie laughed at the sight. She removed her mask: “look at me” Ellie demanded.

And Abby did. With tears in her eyes.

“You need to stay out of people’s relationships” an and just like that Ellie pulled out a bat with nails on, Abby’s eyes widened, another muffled scream left her mouth. Once again Ellie chuckled.

“She can’t hear you” Ellie said with a cocky grin, and with that she brought the bat down onto Abby’s left thigh. She watched as the nails sunk into the soft flesh and she laughed. Ellie was fucking enjoying it.

“Not so strong now are we” Ellie smiled as she brought up the bat to hit Abby in the shoulder. The scene was sinister, bloody. Satanic.

“15” Ellie said as she looked at bloody and bruised Abby.

“I hit you 15 times” she said in a song like voice. “I’m bored of this now” and with that she threw away the bat and pulled out a bottle of honey.

“I saw this in a movie once” Ellie whispered to Abby as she threw the honey all over Abbys wounds. “Thought you might be the perfect person to test this on”, and she bent down to pull out a jar of ants. Abby let out a strangled noise as the ants started to eat at her wounds. Her head thrown back. Ellie grabbed herself a bag of popcorn and just watched. Abby was suffering. Just as she should.

As Ellie laughed and as Abby cried, no one heard a pair of footsteps coming. And before Ellie could even register what was going on, she saw Abby looking at something behind her.

“Abby?” the voice said

No. No. fuck her girl wasn’t supposed to see this.

Did the drugs wear off? Why were you here? Was she too noisy?

Ellie slowly turned around seeing you holding onto the door frame, extremely pale. You looked like you were high.

“Ellie” you breathed

Ellie got up and walked towards you: “baby this isn’t what it looks like”

“no get away” you said weakly. You felt dizzy. Drunk. Your vision was blurry. As you tried moving away you fell to the ground clearly still drugged. And Ellie practically ran to you.

“It’s ok pretty girl I’ve got you”

“No” you whispered “get away from- “before you could even finish your sentence you passed out again. Abby let out another scream.

What the fuck was Ellie going to do?

part 3

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, the last part is definitely going to be interesting remember you are loved and to always be kind

Yours truly,

Zia :)

My pookies <3 (the tag list): @macaroni676 @mqddieas @uraesthete @igoferalforelliewilliams @ellieseyesonly

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moonswolfie · 7 months

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Hi! Your description says you’re taking requests? ( sorry if you aren’t :’) )

could I make a request for going camping for the first time with Daichi and sharing a tent? I don’t know where this idea came from but I feel like Daichi would go camping alot and i thought sharing tents with him would be cute :))

thank you!! :)))

Daichi x gn!reader

Ahhh you're so sweet nonnie!! My requests are always open☺☺

but like i am seriously starting to become scared... i've been wanting to write a Yuru camp au for so long now and then this request came in😰 so i hope you don't mind if the reader camps regularly, it wont change a whole lot in the story anyways^^

"We're finally done with the check in..." you sighed, walking out of the camp entrance to get the firewood. Thankfully firewood was free in this campsite. Your pockets were running a little dry after purchasing the new electrical cooker last week, after all.

"Let me hold it." your boyfriend offered himself up for the task.

"Daichi, you're already holding most of the heavier camping equipment, I promise I can handle this much."

You were honestly very pleasantly surprised with how interested Daichi was in your primary hobby, camping. He often came to visit you in the outdoors club and was very willing to hear about your recent trips.

So when he asked you if you could take him camping over the holidays you decided to make it the best camping trip you've ever been on. That's also the reason why that new electric cooker is currently in your backpack. A good camping trip is never complete without a good meal and the old rusty cooker wasn't doing it for you anymore.

The two of you planned this trip together, everything from the location to the food you'll be making. It was honestly very fun.

"We should go to hot springs more often. Especially me, since my muscles can get really tense after training." Daichi recalled the nice experience at the hot spring you went to earlier as you walked down the path to the actual campsite.

"You're so right... I always nearly fall asleep..." even when you run out of things to talk about, small talk never feels awkward.

The two of you placed down your things at the campsite, unpacking your tent to set it up. When he started setting it up on his own you gently stopped him.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I looked up many tutorials. And if I do mess up, I have you." he smiled up at you as he straightened out the rods of the tent.

"Wowww, who's the reliable captain of the volleyball team?" You nudged him with your elbow in response, smiling.

He simply nudged you back in response, but he wasnt annoyed. You could tell by the smile on his face.

Another thing you noticed with Daichi is that time passes by faster with him.

Why else is the sun suddenly setting right now?

"I think it's about time we start cooking dinner." you suggested with a smile on your face, warming your hands on the newly ignited campfire. It's time to show off your outdoor cooking skills.

Before you could really even do anything, Daichi was already setting up your new electrical cooker on the portable table.

"Since when can you do that?" you placed your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow with a smile on your face.

"Reliability is my greatest weapon, don't you think?" He smiled back at you.

Oh, you felt like a proud parent. It's the same feeling you get when you see your underclassmen succeeding at starting a campfire for the first time.

But that just makes you wonder what else he read up on before coming here with you.

The two of you took out the rest of your food and cooking equipment, getting to work.

Even though it's only your first time camping together, things feel oddly natural. Back when you first began camping with the club, you often felt awkward, but this feeling doesn't happen when with Daichi.

Especially when his growling stomach was there to smooth over any tension.

After a good amount of giggling and light teasing, your meal was finally prepared to be enjoyed by the campfire.

The two of you sat back down in your camping chairs, watching the sunset together. Camping might not be as exciting or fast paced as volleyball, but it has that sweet, cozy vibe to it and Daichi finds himself loving it more and more as time passes.

Especially when your head is on his shoulder, the soft sounds of the campfire crackling are in the background and the gentle wind is blowing against his face.

He wishes he could stay like this forever.

The two of you slid into your sleeping bags, the gentle yellow light of the lantern gently illuminating the tent.

"Are you warm enough?" You asked him, knowing how cold it can get at night on the off-season. You had to borrow a heated sleeping bag from one of your club members since your budget was just not allowing a brand new one, so you were worried about how well it works.

"Mmmm, I'm very warm." He hummed in reply. He only talked in this tone when he was relaxed, which put you at ease. You really wanted to cuddle up to him, but unfortunately that was impossible while you were in a sleeping bag. Now you wonder if two person sleeping bags exist. If not you might have to patent the idea.

"This is eye-opening. I had a feeling I would enjoy camping but getting to experience it with you makes me want to do it again." He turned over to you and you had to hold back from giggling since he looked like a caterpillar.

"You say that like the trip is already over. We still have an entire night to spend." You smiled back at him.

He burst into laughter all of a sudden and you scrambled to find out the reason why, letting out a series of concerned "what's wrong"s.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. You just look like a caterpillar. A cute caterpillar." If you could hit him right now, you would. Luckily for him, your arms are in the sleeping bag.

"Hey, atleast I held back!" You pouted.

"Seriously, remind me to camp with you again sometime. I want this to become a habit."

You don't need to be asked twice. You have a feeling that this day will be burned into your memory for a long time, anyways.

I got a little carried away oops🥲 i hope you don't mind anon

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INVISIBLE STRING - Matt. S

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summary: you and matt have been friends for years, but you two had a falling out right before you left for college. however, some invisible string pulls you back together.

warnings: ANGST (in the beginning), kissing?, fluff, arguing! i think thats all.

this was requested!! :) i forgot the username but i hope you enjoy this💗

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i slammed my car door shut, biting my lip as hard as i could, praying that the tears stayed in my eyes. one little push, and everything could fall apart. one moment you could be on top of the world, straight As, sharing a dorm with my best friend, and next thing you know your walking in on your boyfriend making out with that same best friend.

i needed a break. a chance to get away from this place, new york. i had to find a way for things to go back to the way they were before, how they were in boston, just for a little while.

maybe that was the answer. going back to boston.

before i knew it i was sitting on a park bench, ordering plane tickets to boston.

i knew i had to go back to my dorm, but i was dreading it. amelia would be there. the girl who willingly and happily invited my boyfriend to cheat on me.

i walked up the steps to the huge building, opening the handle and letting the fresh college kid air hit me. normally this would be relaxing, but nothing is normal. not anymore.

my mind was screaming at me to stop, but i had to get my things. so i found myself standing in front of the door to my room.

i took a deep breath, before wrapping my hand around the cold metal knob, twisiting it open.

i walked in, looking around, i didnt see her. maybe she wasnt home.

i sighed, relieved as i began to shove my clothes and other necessities into my black backpack, not waisting any time.

i took one look at my dorm, my side almost completely empty. nodding to myself, i turned around about to open the door.

“y/n?”

i closed my eyes, turning around slowly.

“y/n please, please let me explain i-”

“im not speaking to you.” i smiled tightly at her, gripping the strap on my backpack.

“i swear i- wait…where are you going?” she asked, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“its not of your business amelia. im leaving here for a while, and when i get back dont expect to see me, im changing my fucking room.” i snapped, crossing my arms.

“y/n please! let me explain i promise-”

“shut up!” i said through my teeth, “your not explaing jack shit. you were shoving your tongue down my boyfriends throat, and now your standing in front of me asking to explain?”

i stared at her for a moment, before turning around and leaving the room. she didnt follow me, or contact me after that day. which is a good thing, because it took every fiber in me not to beat the shit out of her.

soon i was back in boston, everything felt right there. i almost wish i never left. things would be better.

but being back here just reminded me of him even more.

everywhere i looked, he was there.

the shops we used to visit, our favorite lunch place, the park where we walked his first dog.

he was everywhere.

and i couldnt get his stupid voice out of my head.

“so you werent gonna tell me?” he snapped, turning around. he never yelled at me, not like this.

“your picking up your whole life and moving to another state? and you decided to wait until the week before you left to tell me? your best friend?”

“matt i didnt wanna hurt you! i just-”

“your hurting me right now! how could you just lie to me!” he paused, running his hand through his hair. i could tell he was thinking. he always did that when he was thinking.

“fuck off. go to new york, and loose my god damn number.” he finally spoke up.

my heart dropped.

all the way to my feet.

“you dont mean that…” i shook my head, biting back tears. but that look in his eyes told me he was dead serious,

“bye y/n.” he muttered, slamming my front door shut.

it had been about two years since that day. the last day i had seen him.

i knew i was wrong, but i was young, and afraid. i would hate me too.

okay. snap out of it. stop thinking about matt.

i ran my hand through my hair, walking out of the airport, quickly noticing the uber i called.

i stepped into the car, setting my bag down.

“where to?” the man asked, turning his head to meet my gaze,

“can you drop me off at-” i paused, not wanting to go to my parents house yet.

“actually, nevermind” i shook my head, giving him the name of a small coffee shop near the bridge.

it took about fifteen minutes to get there, it was a nice ride. i really missed boston.

“thank you” i smiled at the driver, exiting the car.

i walked past the entrance to the coffee shop, entering through the back, walking up the stairs.

i used to work here in highschool, so i always went up to the roof at night. most of the time matt came with me…but id just have to do without.

i walked onto the roof, the chilly boston air instantly blanketing my face. i hummed softly as i looked around, the skyline sparkling slightly in the sunset, and the soft hum of car engines vaguely noticable.

i turned my head, noticing a taller figure standing against the railing of the roof. they were in a black hoodie, the hood pulled up, disguising their identity.

i shoved my hands in my pockets, approaching the person, assuming it was a boy, because his figure was masculine.

“hey” i smiled, my head facing forward, “i didnt know anyone else came up here” i laughed to myself, my hands resting on the rail.

“an old friend showed me this place” he said softly,

i smiled, “you sound really fami-”

i turned my head, my eyes meeting two shiny blue ones that i knew all too well.

“y/n?” he muttered, pulling his hood down.

“matt” i breathed, stepping back slightly.

“shit how long has it been?” he smiled, not like the smile i knew. it was forced, and tired.

“a long time.” i sighed, staring at my shoes.

we stood in silence for a moment, probably trying to figure out what to say.

“im sorry”

our voices rang at the same time, i laughed lightly, looking up at him.

“im so fucking sorry matt. i shouldve never done that to you, it was stupid. i was stupid, and scared, and dumb, well stupid and dumb are the same thing, but you know what i mean.” i rambled, making him smile again.

“y/n.” he said softly, “im sorry. i shouldve never said any of that shit to you, the truth is…i was afraid of loosing you. so i pushed you away. and i regret it more than anything.” he moved closer to me,

“im really glad your back, i-is everything okay?” he asked, a concerned look in his eye,

“everything is perfect now.” i whispered, wrapping my arms around his torso, pulling myself into him.

“i missed you, so much matt.” my voice broke, his arms embraced me, pushing me into his chest, his head burying into my hair.

“you have no idea y/n/n” he whispered,

as i hugged him, i realized that nothing else mattered. that i hadnt been truly happy since i had seen matt.

i started dating my boyfriend, and i liked him, but i didnt love him, i didnt love amelia, or anyone else. but i loved matt. more than anything.

“matt.”

“yeah?” he asked, pulling away just slightly, but still holding onto my arms.

“i need you to know something.” i whispered, “i felt so lost without you, like…like i couldnt be me. i felt so empty, and so incomplete. but when im with you i feel whole. you were my best friend. but…i never realized how i really felt.”

“what are you saying?” he asked, his brows knitting together,

“im saying im in love with you matthew.” i bit my lip, my eyes watering up, every bit of oxygen in my lungs had immediately disappeared.

“jesus- what the fuck is wrong with me i-”

“y/n.” his grip tightened, keeping me from pulling away.

“ive been in love with you since i was fourteen years old.” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, “i think thats why i got so angry when you left. but i never stopped loving you. its always been you.”

“it always will be.”

i smiled, standing up on my tippy toes to close the gap in between us. our lips pressing together, the light of the moon illuminating his chocolatey brown hair that sat messily over his ocean eyes.

our lips met, it felt like a magnet, like a string that had finally met its other end. like an invisible string.

i pulled away, just enough to rest my forehead against his.

“i love you.” he whispered,

“i love you more.” i smiled,

“not possible y/n/n”

we stayed like that for a while, our bodies softly swaying in the wind, dancing to the music that only we could hear.

nothing mattered anymore. not new york, or amelia, nothing.

all that i cared about was in my arms.

he was mine.

and i was his.

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