#ummm why am i really happy with how this turned out

[sugoi-writes]

REQUEST TIME :333 ummm this is actually my first time requesting here but I’ve been so obsessed with Human Alastor so maybe a sexy thing where he hunts you (fem reader) down in the wooded near his cabin with his shotgun? This is so dangerous lol but he’s shooting and splitting trees as you zip pass them in your nightgown (he would never shoot you it’s for the flare) you stumble over an old stump and he is on your ass! You fight and tumble around before he’s dragging you by your ankles back to his cabin to have his way with you? (All of this was very much consensual between the two of you elaborated foreplay if you will!)

Trigger Happy - Human! Alastor x Fem!Reader

My friend in Satan, I am SO sorry for how long this took! I was honestly getting worked up over it!!! Hate the delay, but I hope the story itself will be worth it! Just as a warning, this is getting towards risky territory, but I promise nothing too bleak. A few warnings: Guns, a heated foot chase, you get distracted there for a while, some physical violence/tussling, f!reader, some f!oral and m!oral, overtsim, rope/restraints, and some REALLY filthy penetrative sex. Y'all are some absolute freaks in this one. Hope you enjoy! (ALSO THIS IS LIKE INSANELY LONG IM SORRY ITS LIKE 9K--)

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO @minkdelovely and @hazelfoureyes for helping me through this and being my scream queens/beta readers dhoduhdouhdoduhdohidoi <3 (I'm in love with both of you BLINKBLINK)

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Your hands fidgeted in your lap as Alastor finished the final touches of tonight's meal. You regarded him nervously as his humming filled the humble interior of his inherited cabin. He was in such a good mood, you thought... Why spoil something so tender and domestic between the two of you?

For a while now, you knew of your darling beau's aversion to many things, physical intimacy being one he struggled with most. At least, compared to most... You hardly minded, as when you were on the receiving end of such of intimacy... Well, let's just say you could usually expect to be bedridden for a few hours. You swallow the bile creeping up, nerves reflected in your voice as you spoke," Alastor, dear?"

A pair of kind, almond-colored eyes looked upon you, making your heart leap. Alastor's eyes turned a warm amber when exposed to the charming lighting provided by the fireplace.

"Yes, darling?" Alastor cooed, his tone still airy and filled with a domestic softness.

"Could we... could we talk for a moment? Before dinner?"

Your partner gave you a bemused look, as if he were asked a ridiculous question. His hands settled on his hips as he rocks his weight onto his other foot, eyebrows raising.

"Dear, why let the food grow cold? Could we not discuss it over dinner? I tell you, it's JUST like my mother's; it's hearty, filling, and--"

"Alastor," you interrupt, a stern bite cutting through your meek tone," Pl-Please... If I try to tell you while you're eating, you'd probably choke." Alastor grants you an interesting look, eyes widening with your change in demeanor. But of course, he relents, sighing like a demure housewife.

"Well then, who am I to refuse... Choking is rather unpleasant, anyhow." Quickly, Alastor fusses over your meal, dousing the fire to let it simmer.

"Now then: we have a few minutes before I need to stir it. Tell me... what's troubling you?"

You gesture for Alastor to sit with you, to take his place at the table. He silently moves towards it in confident, wide strides. You watch nervously as he sits, crossing his legs formally. You felt the sweat trickle into your brow as his simple actions felt like they took an eternity... Alastor then sets his elbows on the table, resting his chin upon his folded hands. He looked... entirely too comfortable, a stark contrast with your stiff spine and sweating palms.

Alastor watches you quietly, granting you a moment to collect your thoughts. And then, you speak:

"Alastor... you know how-- well, it's been a while since we last-- Uhhm..." The quiver of your lip tips your partner off immediately, his eyes squinting. The smile that plays on his face is telling, his teeth gleaming under the dim light.

"Oh honestly, what am I to do with you? Yes, of course we can try for a little romp tonight. But... I sense that our standard 'bedroom practices' aren't the only thing clouding your mind?"

He just didn't get it. He didn't understand the weight of what was on your mind, and how quickly it was going to hit him. You were thinking of this for weeks, terrified of his reaction... But, in the comfort of the cozy, warm cabin: it was now or never. You felt a tinge of guilt as you felt his flirty smile widen, ready to shatter his expectations.

You nod in affirmation, forcing yourself to look his way fully," Right. I have an idea. Something to... change things up. 'Make it a bit more interesting, if you'll hear me out."

Alastor hums pleasantly, one of his hands gesturing outward in an animated way. He regards you just the same, opening the floor to you. You steel your nerves, hands turning to balled up fists as you formulate your next thought bluntly," I want you to hunt me, Alastor. I wanted to be hunted."

A silence befalls the room, causing panic to rise in your chest. Your chaste, Creole partner stares back at you, eyes wide. His expression was damnably neutral, as if processing your demand. You immediately start onto a tangent, leaning forward as you make your case.

"L-Look, I know how that sounds... I don't want you to actually hurt me or kill me-- I mean-- I feel like you'd be terribly sad if I were gone, but-- No, I mean in a more..."

When you trail off, you expect Alastor to pick up on your meaning. You sigh with frustration, your hands mirroring each other as they mimed your body's curves and contours," ...sexual... way."

Alastor's expression morphs under the light of the fireplace, which burned dutifully. Alastor's black pupils dilate, his mouth falling ajar. He sits upright in his seat, leaning back as he takes everything in.

" You want me to... pursue you. Hunt you... like I would wild game? Is... Is that what you're asking?"

You nod firmly, your hands trembling," I-I know, I know... it's different. I told you it would be different--"

"Different is hardly a bad thing, mon cherie... 'just surprising, is all," Alastor drawls, his eyes softening. He could see how much you were worked up. You were scared to disappoint; scared to be rejected. He hated to see the soured look on your face, and was determined to replace it with something else," What exactly do you have in mind? This-- pursuit of ours... what are the conditions?"

It was now your turn for your face to morph, a mix of surprise and relief, a faint heat brewing in your stomach," Well... I'd like you to treat it like a legitimate chase. I could be a deer, in a sense... something to bring home for dinner. You'd chase me, and I would do my best to fight back, run away...," your eyes wander over to the shotgun by the cabin door, eyes glazed from your impure thoughts," But I don't want you empty handed. I want... I'd like for you to bring the shotgun. Use it, even... as long as you don't actually try to kill me." Alastor's expression, you swore, was now the rawest it's been since you've first met him. His heart was on his sleeve: confusion, shock, delirium, and... some sort of desire. A hunger.

Alastor smoothly rises from the table, his footsteps almost echoing in the silence. He makes his way to his nightstand, fishing out something you couldn't see. When Alastor turns towards you, you hear a familiar clink, as his revolver shines in the warm light. He opens the chamber, showing to you that it is empty, before sealing it with a resolute spin. Your fists unclench, and you let out a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Dear, as lovely and authentic as it would be... I would hate to bring the shotgun. That tool is far too accurate and far too deadly, even in an inexperienced person's hands. A round so small can tear a hole wider than your skull, given the proper range..." When Alastor returned to the table, he sets the empty revolver there, your heart thumping at the implications. He slid it towards you, as if a peace offering," I wonder what may have caused this idea to fester... But it's one I'm most certainly intrigued by," he offers simply. You tried your best not to look away, his smile exposing just how fascinated he was with your proposal. His eyes were a dead giveaway: he was more than willing to carry this act out.

Your hand ghosts over the revolver, the wood of the grip much warmer than the cool metal of the barrel. Alastor clears his throat, calling your attention back to him," If I may, dearest, I also have a request..."

You feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest, the loud pulse making you deaf to the rest of the world.

"Which is...?" you attempt to counter smoothly, but the breathiness of your tone gives you away. Alastor's eyes squint, familiar with that lilt of yours. He relished seeing you like this: embarrassed, sheepish... But most of all, you felt an overwhelming desire to have him agree; have him take charge. His ego bloomed right under your nose... He wanted to see just how badly this desire had been burning inside of you.

"Do you recall the nightgown that you wore when we first embraced, love? The white little number with lace trim?" You nodded immediately, a heat rising in your face as you recalled your first night with your partner," Y-Yes... yes, I think I have it with me, actually."

Alastor moves over to your side of the table, kneeling down to your height. He grabs your chin, gently tilting your head to meet his eyes. You couldn't help the spark of desire that shot up your spine as a wicked smile stretches across Alastor's face," Good. I'd like to see it thoroughly ruined once I'm done with you."

You swore you had a stroke, your eyes wider than the dinner saucers that set the cozy, oak dinner table. You were brought back to reality as Alastor patted your cheek, practically singing when he spoke again.

"Now: let's eat. You'll need this to have your strength, dear~ The hunt starts this evening. Once dinner is finished, you'll have until I fully load the revolver to run. And that's when I'll come for you... understood?"

You had all but forgotten how to breathe, a stupefied nod his only reply as Alastor went back to the stove," Ohhh, almost forgot! We still have some bread from last night! I hope that's alright, dear~"

You were almost numb from the overwhelming sensations and emotions that coursed through your body. You were so excited and so nervous that you couldn't even think of eating. But Alastor had worked so hard to make you a fresh, homecooked meal... who were you to let it go cold? Despite yourself, you happily devoured the entire course, and were soon given seconds. Alastor grants you a coy smile, his expression saying what he kept silent: eat up. You're gonna need it.

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Like the dutiful partner you were, you helped Alastor clean every dish and utensil used to prepare dinner. Ever the vixen, you even smeared some of the broth across his cheek, just to lick it off. The act made Alastor shudder, but he spared you, merely squeezing your hips and giving you a kiss. As for tonight... well, you wondered just how gentle he would be... if at all.

Once you had dried the last utensil, your ears perked up at the sound of a metallic clink. Your eyes widened, head whipping around to see Alastor opening the barrel to his revolver. He glances towards you, a neutral smile on his face," Oh! Sorry to startle you, dear. Just filling the chamber. 'Thought I heard something stalking outside... I might have to investigate it. You can never be to careful, these days."

You gasped, eyes dilating as you shook with anticipation. Now, now was the time.

You sprinted over to your suitcase, throwing it on the bed as you frantically searched for your nightgown. He was eager to start too, it seemed--

Click. First bullet loaded.

"I say, what a strange time of year...," Alastor rambled as he spun the glistening chamber, pushing up his glasses with the wrist of his other hand. The second bullet was clutched in his fingers, the rest scattered on the counter. You nearly shrieked as you frantically tear off your loungewear, exchanging it for the gown that Alastor requested. He would have thought the action was adorable and meek, if it weren't for his desire to fuck you stupid.

A bemused chuckle fills the air, dark and full of promise.

"What do you think is out there right now, love? A little rabbit, perhaps? With a fluffy white tail?"

Click. Second round.

You made your way hastily to the door as Alastor watched you, wiping the barrel of his revolver with the edge of his flannel. He was taking his time and making this spectacle: that you knew for sure. He seemed aloof, unbothered by your accelerated heartrate... but it agonized him to no end. This zesty little suggestion already had his mind reeling, possibilities of how he would claim you crossing over him every time he blinked.

"No, perhaps it's a deer? A doe, even? I hear it's about that time of year... mating season, that is." Your face grew hot at the notion, cursing yourself for not better preparing for this. You made sure to pull on your hiking shoes, tying the laces tightly. You prayed that they'd stay on to protect your feet.

Alastor hums with curiosity, blinking. Another image of you, trembling and moaning under his body, making his nethers pulse with interest.

"Ohh, maybe a bobcat! Something feisty... I wonder how it would taste?"

Click number three. Halfway through...

You turn around, chest already heaving as you made eye contact with Alastor. He saw you for the deranged, desperate animal that you were. His eyes matched your energy, an uncanny smile on his face. Alastor's pupils were mere pinpricks, the overwhelming expanse of amber and caramel brown nearly glowing.

"I don't know, baby... But whatever it is, I hope it runs fast," you grin to Alastor as he mirrors your expression, his tongue running across his pristine teeth.

"I'd hate to think of what would happen if you caught up to it."

With that, you were out of the door, unable to hear the rapid succession of bullets four, five, and six. Teasing be damned, he was making himself impatient. Alastor made a show of closing the weapon with a hard snap and spin, a satisfying weight settling into his hand. With the gun fully loaded, it just felt so... right. A fascination he gained from his father, unfortunately. Though he did appreciate the skills he learned from the sick bastard, that was the extent of his affection.

He'd have a good number of things to thank him for before the end of the night, as he slipped on his own pair of outdoor boots. When he stepped out onto the deck, he had caught a glimpse of you. That delicate little nightgown was fluttering and fleeting, catching the moonlight. It had to have been around 9 or 10 o'clock at night... A perfect time for your little chase to commence. Not to mention, the cool, crisp Fall air had made everything entirely better; not too hot, and not too cold. For all the weather that permeated in this southern state, Fall in Louisiana had been one of Alastor's favorites. It was his favorite namely for Open Season... and how convenient for him that you were added to the list of eligible, wild game...

He inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of evergreen and pine tickling his senses. He held his breath like this for a while, feeling his chest expand and burn from the denial of oxygen. Once he'd had enough, he exhaled heavily, a shudder running through his entire body. He let you have a decent head start. Now the chase could begin.

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Your lungs burned from how swiftly you ran, feet carrying you further than you had ever pushed yourself. In that moment, you almost felt liberated, free… as if something had rolled off your chest. You aren't quite sure where this sense of euphoria came from, but you embraced it all the same, laughing breathlessly as your dress caught in stray branches and debris, your boots splashing into the wet, almost marshy forest floor. You breathed in through your nose, feeling a similar pull as Alastor to just take everything in… You were greeted with smells of wood and earth, though, in this part of the forest, you caught whiff of a water source nearby. As if a tether were around your waist, you felt called to it. Your running came to a steady, calm trot, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the night.

You stop just by a clearing, a familiar bayou greeting you. You marveled at the scenery before you, scarcely lit up by the moonlight. You had almost forgotten about your little game with Alastor, brushing stray Spanish Moss aside as you stepped fully out into the open. You smile fondly, a memory crossing your mind:

You, frantically shaking Alastor's shoulders as you try to point out a doe and her darling, new fawn. But, in your desperation, the deer were scared away, frightened by your presence. You had been heartbroken, though your partner swore up and down that he saw them, and that even so: your enthusiasm was a much more charming sight.

You walked a few yards from the water's edge, not wanting to chance it; meeting a creature of the night face-to-face was not your idea of "fun"... unless it was Alastor. You were grateful, then, for your hiking boots, as they made navigating the wet earth beneath your feet much easier. However, your foot catches on your next step, causing you to stumble into a nearby tree. When catching yourself, you spy a delicately carved pattern: yours and Alastor's first initials. (You, later on, had added the heart that surrounded them). Initially, you hadn't wanted to deface a tree like this, but Alastor, ever the charmer, insisted that it would become a landmark for you; a way to tell where you were if you were ever lost...

Your hands traced the familiar carvings, the rivets scratching against your fingertips gently. You just felt your heart swell more, the thoughts of your softer moments making your mind fog. Even with someone hot on your tail, your focus waning. You began humming to yourself as you continued your restful stroll, running through moments in your memory that made you feel particularly cozy; safe.

Just when you had felt your safest, a loud SNAP of a tree twig sounded to your rear left. You froze in your tracks, turning feverishly towards the sound. Your once still, content heart was racing wildly, eyes as wide as the moon looming above you. You slowly turned your entire body to face the noise, making sure to keep your eyes focused on the direction you heard the snap. You start to walk backwards, making your way stealthily towards the tree line.

Most animals will attack you with your back turned… facing them will deter an assault, even if for a few moments, you thought… Just before you could disappear, having half a mind to sprint-- a sudden, deafening CRACK rang out, followed by the splintering of wood. You looked to your left again, as you witness the tree next to you receive a battle scar: a bullet wound.

RUN.

You bolted into the thick underbrush, doing your best to stay low to the ground as a set of steady, patient steps pursued you. Had you not had a good distance on him, your hunter's pace would have been undiscernible from your own. It thrilled you; it horrified you. You knew that Alastor had a knack for hunting, and had you known he was THIS committed, you would have asked for a better head start.

A startling thought plagued your mind as you had a moment of clarity, your face paling. You ASSUMED this was Alastor… what if it wasn't? What if this was a wild animal, who had its sights on you? What if it was another marksman, and you were trespassing on their property? The thought made your throat run dry, the instinct to become small and hide winning over your other senses.

You nearly shrieked as a second bullet wizzes past you, less than a yard away, before it strikes the tree to your right. To your horror: it was at eye level. Had this been a stranger… they were going for the kill.

You crouch all the way down to the forest floor, searching frantically until you spy an hollowed-out tree log. You slink your way over, searching for any residents or critters, before diving headfirst into the tree husk. You laid on your back, bringing your legs in as far as they could go. You winced as your knees scrapped against the dead wood. Unable to calm down, you hastily cover your mouth with both hands. You were doing your absolute best to calm your breathing. Think, now, think… you had to think your way out of this mess.

The steady beat of the hunter's footsteps slowed, until they stop entirely. You resisted the urge to sigh in relief, still unsure if you were safe or not. Eventually, you couldn't hear a thing over the deafening stillness, the normal noises of the woods silenced by your escapade. Much like you, other creatures seemed to wait with bated breath. Maybe they were terrified of the hunter… maybe they were terrified of you.

You twitch as you hear the familiar clink of metal, a revolver's spinning wheelhouse catching your ear. You weren't out of the woods yet… this could still be another person. This could very well be a real hunt… A sharp inhale sounds just a few yards away. You nearly jumped out of your skin, eyes slamming shut. When did that hunter get closer!? Had you misjudged how far away you were from him?!

"Only 4 more bullets, Little Cottontail… let's see if you can evade them all~"

Relief and terror washed over you simultaneously: Alastor. Your body was paralyzed with conflicting emotions, breath picking up as you hear footsteps stirring closer. You could feel the panic rising in your face, blood pressure raging; but you can also feel the traitorous, hazy heat that engulfed your core. Either way, Alastor had you completely on edge, your fragile mind was on the verge of caving in either way. Should you run away, or run to him? That was your conflict…

Knock knock

Your eyes fly open as you dare to look between your bent legs, spying a pair of steely, hungry brown eyes. Pupils mere pinpricks, the whites of his eyes were nearly glowing under the light of the moon.

"There's that sweet, little rabbit!"

You shrieked as you were pulled out of the log, knees and back scrapping against the wood of your shelter. When you met solid earth, you kicked and fought, eyes wide and animalistic. Your body still fell into conflict; you wanted this to be a real chase: FIGHT BACK. Alastor was quick to avoid your kicks, straddling your hips as he tried to restrain your flailing arms. Never did you make contact, but Alastor was cautious to avoid any accidental hits, all the same.

"Oh dear, was I wrong after all? Am I really still chasing a scared, feral little rabbit~? Or something bigger…" Alastor teased, managing to seize one of your hands. It was immediately pinned above your head as you thrashed, grunting and groaning in your efforts to escape. Alastor pressed further into you, eliciting a tight -lipped moan as you felt an unmistakable hardness rub against your core. He was enjoying this much more than his face allowed him to show…

"Be a good little pet, won't you? Won't you let me take you back to my cabin? I promise I'll make this quick and painless~"

You thrashed your head back and forth. You didn't want this to be quick. You didn't WANT it to be painless. You wanted more. MORE of this.

In a daring fit of heightened hormones and rushed decision making, a loud SLAP filled the air. You panted as your hand stung, Alastor's face now jerked to the left, looking away. A flushed, red print was painted across his handsome face, his eyes wide with disbelief. He sat there like this for a few moments, his grip on your hand all but gone. You took this opportunity to slink out from under him, using his dumbfounded expression as a gauge. Truly, how long did you have until he was grounded?

Sadly, it wasn't long, a slender hand cupping the offending, fading mark. You looked down as you saw something move, your mouth watering: his cock was even harder than before, twitching from the sudden outburst. A shaky, broken sigh left Alastor's trembling lips as he slowly looked back towards you. A deep dusty rose flooded his cheeks as he chuckled, his voice full of a wicked venom. His free hand fished for his revolver, the barrel now pointing straight at you.

"Alright, then… no more playing nice."

You immediately vaulted out of the way as a third shot rang out, impacting the earth you had just been sprawled upon. Alastor elegantly got to his feet, like a regal vampire exiting his coffin. He pressed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, pupils wide with desire as he watched you bob and weave into the trees.

"Three more to go," he growled, his grin widening madly as he broke out into a frenzied sprint.

The panic was steadily rising, as did your burning desire. You realized, with horror, that Alastor's pace nearly went in double time, and he was steadily gaining on you. And so, you figured if you were truly to get caught, it might as well be a trap for him too--

BANG

Shot number four rang out, a terror-filled scream igniting the night; this shot was less than a foot from your trembling, straining right leg. You muscles were scorched from the effort you put yourself in, core fully engaged as you tried to focus on breathing. You were unsuccessful, already far too overworked and overheated. You came to the harsh realization that you couldn't run much longer.

You started charting your course carefully, taking dips and turns in hopes to throw Alastor off of your trail… but ever the clever man, he never lost sight of you. And, despite your best efforts, he was nearly on top of your imaginary cottontail. You dared to look behind you, searching for the madman coming for you, only to see he was no where in sight. Your pace slowed down, confused as his footsteps cease. You came to a dead stop, spinning around wildly to find any sign of your darling partner. Your mouth ran dry as you panted, legs nearly giving out from under you. As you took in your surroundings, you feared that you may be lost… truly, genuinely lost.

"A-Al… Alastor? Baby...?" you rasp between pants, a hand coming up to your heaving chest. You take a few, cautious steps back towards the direction you came from, squinting harshly. Your eyes still had not adjusted to the low visibility of the dank, dark forest.

"A-Al… AL?!" you call desperately, scared that you may have lost him, or worse: maybe he was injured... You go to take off again, before a hand snakes around your throat. You couldn't scream as the hand squeezes your pulse, a cold, metallic object pressed into your lower back. Your fear transformed into relief, which transformed into desire, all within a span of few seconds. Familiar, heated lips brushed against the shell of your ear. Alastor's breath was heavy on your skin.

"I guess I didn't need all of my rounds, after all." Alastor nearly purred, despite his labored breathing. His warm breath followed his lips as they came to the junction of your jaw and neck, three fingers unfurling from your pulse. This left him just enough room to litter the bared skin of your neck with short, open mouthed kisses, your eyes fluttering closed. Even with only two fingers squeezing your throat, you still felt lightheaded, unable to escape. You shuddered under his grasp, your body instantly surrendering to his desire. It was official: the chase was officially over. Alastor knew that the moment you sighed into his touch.

"Good girl~"

In a rapid succession, you were grabbed and hauled over Alastor's wide shoulder, his free hand tucking his revolver away. Your hands flew down to grope and run over Alastor's body, your lungs still exhausted from the strife of running away. Alastor allowed your hands to explore, appearing unphased as he carried you out of the woods. He resisted every fiber in his being to not bend you over and fuck you into the damp earth; a filthy act for a filthy-minded girl like you. But, he had at least some modicum of class… he needed to make this last; he would ensure this was something you wouldn't soon forget.

-- You felt embarrassed by how rapidly your heart beat, how frantically you were tugging at Alastor's flannel, but when your eyes looked up to a different building, your heart nearly stopped. You were walking toward 'the shack', Alastor called it… THIS was where he took all of his wild game after hunting them down. Seeing your unease, he slapped you on the ass, hoping to chase away your nerves," Don't worry, darling… I told you I would be gentle~"

His words contradicted his actions as you were practically thrown into the shed, sprawled out onto the floor. Your eyes tried taking in your surroundings, but it was far too dark to see. You yelped as both of your hands were seized and tied with a coarse jute rope, the fibers pricking your wrists. When you felt Alastor leave you, your legs came together, heat still pooling in your lower abdomen," S-Sooo, Mr. Huntsman~ You've caught me~ What do you plan to d--" Your questioning was cut short as you were suddenly jerked onto your knees, your hands now taunt over your head. A few more tugs on your rope, and you were standing upright, struggling to balance on the balls of your feet. You wobbled as you heard shuffling behind you, rope being fastened, and the clink of Alastor's revolver laying on a flat surface.

Alastor left you in suspense like this for a few moments, as he brought his hands together with a satisfied hum. The crisp sound made you jump as if it were gunfire, your cunt nearly drooling as you strained to look for Alastor in the pitch.

"Now then… 'can't see very well like this, can we?"

A lantern was lit just in front of your face, startling you. You realized that Alastor had all but held his breath to get closer to you, those same, silent footsteps deceiving you again. You couldn't find the words to speak, eyes wide with disbelief and desire as you stared back at Alastor's shit eating grin.

"Ahhh, yes… Finally managed to capture you, you tricky thing~," he mused as he flicked the tip of your nose. He chuckled when you wiggled it back and forth and recoiled, almost mimicking the animal he claimed you to be. "No, I don't think you're privy to know what I plan to do to you, with words… But, I can certainly show you." He seized your cheeks roughly with one hand, puckering your lips as he closed the distance between your bodies," But you might enjoy that too, wouldn't you?" Alastor's other hand ran dangerously up your trembling thigh, his face cool and collected as you were practically panting under his touch.

"P-Please…"

Alastor sends you a questioning look, before grinning maliciously," I didn't realize animals could speak, let alone have permission to." A harsh grip on your thigh anchored you to Alastor's pelvis, and you felt the familiar, hardened length on your core. You whined, obeying in silence as Alastor ground against you. His mouth fell open as he pressed his hips again, eager to seek some friction.

"You'd like me to use you, wouldn't you…? Breed this body like a deranged rabbit while you're helpless, defenseless under my touch…" Your mouth watered at the idea, your eyes fluttering as his hand shifted to palm your ass. His smirk was very telling, both hands moving to spread and palm your backside properly. His touch was slow and sensual on your trembling, supple body.

"Or maybe I should lay my claim here… Uncharted wilderness is quite thrilling to explore, don't you think?" His breath was so low it rattled his own ribcage. Without warning, a groan was torn from both of your throats as you bucked into Alastor's hips. Your eagerness was not unwelcomed...

Alastor was rewarded with another broken, wanton moan for his scandalous ideas and his wandering hands. He realized, in that moment, he was telling you exactly what he wanted to do to you. And, in that same moment, he decided that he didn't fucking care.

"Or maybe… maybe I can't wait--" Alastor starts to drag his lips down your form, kissing down your neck, then the valley of your breasts, then your abdominals… before landing at the hem of your still-concealed underwear. "I'm quite parched, love… Surely you won't mind if I quench my thirst, first?" Alastor's hands snake up your thighs as your nightgown is pushed up, revealing his current target: your clothed loins. His pupils shrink as he inhales, almost nuzzling into your inviting cunt. You whine weakly when he gazes up to you with mesmerized eyes; he was as bent out of shape as you were, and he was struggling to keep it concealed… Was he really going to enjoy himself, or sink his teeth in? Your heart stuttered at either possibility.

You nodded down to Alastor, wobbling as you spread your legs as far as you could. Your wrists were reminded of their predicament as you tried to move, thrashing in your restraints. You didn't speak, a firm nod your answer and consent. As Alastor kissed your awaiting heat, he shifted your legs onto his shoulders, alleviating the pressure on your feet. Had you not been so aroused, you would be heavily flustered by this gesture: a kindness yet something so brazen, even for your sweet beau.

He squeezed the meat of your thighs, humming as he licked a warm, wet stripe between your covered lips, the fabric of your panties already drenched with your arousal. You swore you saw his eyelids flutter as he sighed against you, diving in more earnestly. You wailed with frustration, unable to feel the full effect of his tongue just yet. You cared very little, however, as some attention was better than none. Your struggled against your restraints once more, warning hands digging into your thighs. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it simmered into a moan with each wave of pleasure. You wanted to scream as Alastor continued to tease you, unable to regulate your breathing or your moans.

He wasn't kidding; he wanted to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue dancing along your drenched panties wildly. He left no surface unmarked by his sinful, silver tongue. Alastor practically moaned around your sensitive bud, your mind reeling at the sensation as your hips bucked subconsciously. Whether it was because he was enjoying himself, or strictly to stimulate your clit, you weren't sure… but that little noise sent jolts of electricity right to your core.

Despite this: you were rewarded with a nip to your pearl, a whiney, breathy moan your weak rebuttal. You secretly hoped he would tear you apart, just to put you back together and break you again.

Your mind refocused as you felt your underwear being moved to the side, a bold, eager tongue now attending to your bare, puffy folds. You shrieked his name, whimpering from the stimulation. His tongue worked dexterously, licking and coddling every curve, dip, and crevice. Alastor's movements were now raw and unfiltered, MUCH to your delight.

Your legs caged his head, squeezing him closer to you as you felt your orgasm forming at an alarming rate. You couldn't help but mewl, head falling forward and limp as Alastor buried his face into your mound. His straight, rigid nose prodded your clit as he drove his tongue into your aching entrance, your taste and scent engulfing his thoughts. You let out a long, satisfied moan as he began to pump his long tongue in and out of you, working both his spit and your arousal in and out. The slick skin-on-skin squelching did nothing to calm the fire behind your eyes, toes popping with how violently they curled. Alastor continued his brutal pace, unable to get enough of your taste, scent, and special, little cries that were made just for him.

"F-fuhhh~ F-Fahhh--! Ahh! A-Al!" you cried, wanting desperately to use your words; you tried to give him a warning. You were near your climax, tears pricking your half-lidded eyes. You heard Alastor grunt into you, hands rubbing and kneading your thighs, as if asking you to crush his head more. You obliged, bucking into his mouth as your release started to approach. He had his mouth full, no doubt! Even so: you swore you heard Alastor moan and whisper into your folds hastily, suckling and swirling your clit to make you cum.

"F-Fuck-- Oh fuck, cum for me, then--"

Your body spasmed, head tossing back sharply,"F-Fuck, Al-- Al!!! Fuck, cumming--"

The dizzying affect swam over you swiftly, a scream that could be mistaken for pain filling the tiny shack you were in. The force and sudden rise in pleasure was overwhelming, almost maddening as Alastor wound you back down. You were gently set back onto your feet, legs shaking... All the while, his tongue never stopped, making you whine from overstimulation.

"A-Al… please, that's-- G-God! You can stop now-- Ahh~" You would have doubled over if your hands weren't restrained, your tongue lolling out from between your lips. The delightful slurping from below didn't cease, and seemed to become even more feverish. Alastor smiled up at you, parting for just a moment before licking his slick-covered lips.

" Am I not allowed to have seconds, dear?"

Your face seemed to catch on fire as you try to formulate a reply. However, Alastor's mouth knocked it out of you, head vacant as he continues to ravage you. He suckled on your abused clit, hands holding your hips in place as you tried to squirm away from his devious touch.

"F-Fuck! F-Fuck, Al, please--!!! T-Too much-- Ahhn-- T-Too much!!" you cried, your wrists chaffed against the rope that bound you.

Alastor did not relent, instead pressing you further into his face as he feasted upon you. His slurping and gulping nearly doubled with a grotesque volume, his eyes wide and watching you. You trembled under his intense gaze, rushing towards a very intense, unnecessary second orgasm.

"F-Fuck-- Alastor!! A-Al! Fuck, don't--" you whined, tears streaming down your face as the searing heat of the new orgasm washed over you," Pl-Please-- FUCK--"

Another shriek bounced off the walls as a hasty, overwhelming feeling flooded your loins. You winced with embarrassment as you felt a sudden gush of warmth coat your sex and thighs. Of course, Alastor was on the receiving end, but didn't seem to mind, his tongue only slowing when you were practically sobbing into the afterglow. Your legs completely gave out on you, wincing as your arms held your entire body aloft," F-Fuck… Fuuuuckkk…" you whined as your head spun, your eyes blurry from the pleased, hot tears that stained your face. A sweet, warm hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look Alastor's way.

"An absolutely breathtaking meal, darling…," Alastor panted, his eyes warm but still full of a lusty haze," Please… if you'll have me, I simply can't stop there."

When you gave him a weak but sure nod, Alastor nearly bolted to the secured rope, allowing you to descend to your knees. The warm wooden floor dug into your legs as you waited. Alastor was quick to resecure the rope before looping back to you. " If I were to ravage your pussy now, I'm afraid this little show might end early… So for both our sakes…" Alastor swiftly freed his aching cock, a hand lazily pumping his flushed member. Despite his aversion to touching himself, he sighed into the relief his hand provided.

"Won't you please… allow me to use your sweet lips instead, pet?"

How could you say no, with his words tumbling out sweetly?

With a speed that made Alastor dizzy, you beckoned him to you, tongue first. He allowed you to kiss the head of his flushed cock, eyes drinking in your expressions and your body. He had half a mind to cut the rope holding you hostage, but decided against it when you took him into your warm mouth. Alastor hastily covered his lips, stifling a groan as his other hand fisted your hair. You didn't mind, hollowing your cheeks as you took as much of him in as you could. His public hair tickled the very tip of your nose, his musk invading your senses. Had his mind been clearer, Alastor would've worried about your ability to breathe... but he had to focus on not throat fucking you first.

"Shit-- so warm--," Alastor groaned, his voice still muffled. Despite this, his words reached your perked ears, and causing your wet entrance to flutter around nothing. Alastor flinched, his hips spasming as you took him down to his base. He was jammed far into your throat, your eyes rolling back as you tried to relax around his engorged member. A choked noise and a sputter erupted around his cock, a pleased moan eagerly following. As much as Alastor was enjoying himself, you would be lying if you said choking on Alastor's cock wasn't fun for you.

"Fuck, don't hurt yourself, darling-- I don't need-- FUCK--" The moment you started to bob your head, all words and worries flew out the window, the hand in your hair beginning to guide your descent. Alastor felt like he was being incinerated, his body electrified by your wriggling tongue and tight mouth. His restraint was beginning to wane, hair fanning across his sweat-slicked forehead," Fuck, you take this so well-- Take ME so well--"

Alastor panted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as you whined around him. His grip in your hair grew harsher, his hips beginning to stir.

"So malleable, so eager-- Good God--" Alastor's head fell forward as you created a delicious, tight suction around his dick. The sensation nearly drove him to bellowing, your name tumbling clumsily from his parched lips. He stared at the point where his cock disappeared into your mouth, then up to your teary eyes. Fresh tears spilled over your flushed cheeks, his words causing a shiver to run up your spine. Alastor, completely enthralled, felt his cock throb at the sight of your desperation, gritting his teeth," FUCK-- Damn it all--!"

Straining to reach out of sight, his hand ends up landing on a carving knife. Once he could grip it properly, he hastily swings above you. You flinch for a moment, before your arms relax and fall to your sides. You realized he cut you loose, but you had no time to dabble on the thought. Alastor's cock slid out of your mouth, your jaw setting into a neutral, open shape. Alastor started to stroke himself hastily, using his other hand to gesture in a circle," Turn around-- on all fours. NOW."

You didn't hesitate when that dark, brisk command was thrown your way, clambering like a newborn deer. You turn to look back at him, wagging your hind in a teasing way," Don't want to waste a drop, huh?" you teased, a coy smile on your face. Alastor laughed, breathy and high, as he fell to his knees. He easily towered over you as he aligned himself to your dribbling, plush entrance," You know me too well, love."

The plunge of his cock nearly knocked you onto your stomach, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. To your pleasant surprise, Alastor had bottomed out inside of you. There was a slight discomfort from the sudden intrusion (one that wasn't unwelcome) as a strong arm wrapped around your torso.

" B-Bear with me. I'll fill you up soon, dear--"

You nearly cried as Alastor began to move, hips already hammering into your most intimate place at an animalistic rate. You were truly fucking like rabbits, unable to do anything but chase your own desires. Alastor buried his face into your neck, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his grunts. You were unable to stifle your own, the sounds of your ecstasy bouncing around the room. The steady, rhythmic squelching of your privates were almost drowned out by the steady plap, plap, plap against your ass with every brutish press. You were getting close... And as Alastor's voice rose with yours, you realized he couldn't be fa behind. You allowed yourself to fall forward, cheek smashed against the grain of the floorboards as you arched your back," F-Fuck… fuck me, Alastor-- Hah-- Oh god, please--" Your eyes slammed shut as Alastor's pace only increased, his hips angling in a way that stroked your g-shot with every press.

"Yes, love-- fuck yes, you want this? Harder? Faster? Fuck--" He accented your mental demands with more energy, a hand cupping your bouncing, right breast as the other caressed your stuffed pussy. He sought your puffy pearl at the apex of your cunt, and drew quick, deliberate circles into it.

" Fuck, fuck! I need you to cum-- Want you to cum--," Alastor begged, his breath hot and heavy in your ear," O-One more time, please-- then I'll make sure to fuck my-- Oh fuck! I'll fuck you full of my cum--"

Your mouth hung open, drool pooling under your cheek as you felt your orgasm building for the third time that night, your hands clawing into the wooden floor," F-Fahh-- ahh! Yes!!! Fuck me, shit-- fuck me stupid, Al!!!" you wailed, eyes flying open as he pinched your clit. You clamped resolutely around his cock, your body locking up-- Yes, yes, just a few more thrusts--

"FUCK!!!"

You came with a wail and a tremor, your lungs screaming for air as it was fucked right out of you. Alastor, watching and feeling your body unravel under him, was unable to last any longer. He pressed his forehead into your shoulder, humping once, twice, thrice until he delivered a deep, devastating thrust. Your name became a debauched mantra as you milked his cock, spurts of hot, white seed painting your core. You trembled as you felt it being fucked into you, Alastor sighing into your shoulder.

"Sh-Shit… Shit, I love you. God, I fucking love you--" Alastor cursed into your shoulder, his hips stirring again," I-I can't stop-- fuck, you keep sucking me back in--"

You whined as Alastor started to rut into you again, his hardened length not wavering in the slightest. Like an animal in heat, he proceeded to fuck you through his own climax, eager to fill you up again," F-Fuck, I'm sorry-- You feel too good. Fuck, this is--"

You did your best to look behind you, lips clumsily kissing his temple, his forehead-- whatever you could reach," H-Hahn… hah, it's okay! Pl-Please, use me… F-Fuck, you can use me again! I wanna feel you cum in me again, Al!"

Alastor needed little convincing, his overstimulation outweighed by his desire. The cries that dripped from your mouth were sweeter than the honey and slick between your legs," G-God-- God, mon amour-- FUCK!"

You were smiling deliriously as Alastor used your sensitive cunt to chase another high, head foggy and vision blurry. You could do nothing but whine and shake as you were not only fucked through your orgasm, but felt your loins boil with an impending, new release. You couldn't say a word as each thrust pushed a scream from your diaphragm, Alastor's own throes of pleasure mirroring yours. The both of you made eye contact, and for the first time in a long time you saw… Alastor wasn't smiling?

Alastor's brow was knit together, face hard and yet so flushed as his mouth hung open in a wide, desperate "O". You felt your walls flutter around Alastor, the sight almost as beautiful as his trademark smile. Hastily, Alastor pulled you up by your throat, squeezing as you were forced to face away… The growl that was rumbled into your ear did little to slow down your peak.

The smile that danced across your face was unmatched; you had gotten Alastor to completely melt into you, unable to keep his 'armor' on. He was drunk off of your body, and he was unable to hide just how much he wanted both of you to cum. You mentally cheered, unable to shake the feeling of victory as that tension in your belly snapped. You unleash a broken, primal scream as Alastor fills your womb with another load, his semen spilling out from your writhing cunt. Completely out of breath, both of your collapse to the floor. You were left gasping and wheezing as Alastor sunk into you deeper, fully sheathed and pressing into your cervix. The sensation just made you whimper into your afterglow, lips twitching as you both wound back down…

You both lay on the floor like this for a few moments-- hell, maybe for an hour-- trying to regain your bearings. Trembling hands caressed your body, while your own reached up to pet and stroke at soft, chestnut brown hair. A tired chuckle fills your ears as Alastor closes his eyes, a content sigh rolling off his chest.

"You never fail to amaze me. And, of course… you never fail to make me cum either," Alastor admits, a sheepish blush creeping across his face. You nod, your laughter just as meek," Y-Yeah… fuck, you… you did all the work," you quipped, feeling Alastor shake his head. He kissed at your shoulders, trailing them up your neck and to your heated cheeks.

"Darling, if anything deserves the praise, it would be your nethers… She put on quite a show." You lightly elbowed him in the ribs, the both of you laughing like teenagers," Or maybe your brain… for coming up with a delicious roleplaying scenario?"

You hum for a moment to contemplate, before sighing," Fair enough… I'll take that," you profess, looking up and back towards your exhausted partner," Alastor?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Thank you again, for all of this... and-- sorry about slapping you earlier," you chuckle, your face burning under Alastor's sweet gaze. He seemed entirely unbothered, shrugging," Ahh, nothing but a passionate act in the heat of the moment. Think nothing of it-- as long as you don't mind me slapping this again~" You squeaked as your ass received a playful tap, like a friendly, sportsman’s slap of approval.

"Good job~"

You rolled underneath Alastor, his cock finally freed when you sprawled out onto your back. You invited him to lay his head on your chest, which he gladly accepted. You could feel the tension in his body dissipate the moment he laid down, his eyes fluttering closed. You brushed the hair away from his face, giggling at the adorable sight of your dopey, sleepy lover.

"Alastor... don't fall asleep on me, now. We still need to get back to the cabin." Alastor groaned, brow furrowing. Stubborn as a bull, he nuzzled into your chest face-first, sighing as your heartbeat lulled him," Just a few more minutes, dear… I don't believe either of us could stand, even if we wanted to."

You hummed, patting Alastor on the head as you conceded," Touché… But I blame you for that."

"And not our heated chase, dearest?"

You snort as you try not to laugh, belly aching from holding back," Fuck, that's fair... Maybe we can play a little closer to home next time?" You smile down at your partner as he adjusts himself. Finally, he came up for air as his chin settled between your breasts, his eyelids still heavy from exhaustion. 

"Oh sweetheart, where would the fun be in that? You know I love a good chase~" 

He moved further up, caging your body with his as he gave you a tender, quick kiss," You can run, hide, do whatever you like... as long as we both have fun, that's all that matters– our legs be damned..." You can't help but nod and laugh, pushing Alastor back into your bosom. Your sleepy beau can't help but hum in approval, your chest a warm, welcoming pillow. 

"You're right... that's all that matters. But really, I-- I love you, Alastor. I can’t help but thank you again. For all of this…" Your partner stills for a moment, a dark, intense flush coming across his face and neck. You can't help but laugh as he hides his face into your chest again, sighing dramatically," I love you too, mon ange... For now, I'll settle for saying it, as I'm far too tired to show you again right now..."

You chuckle as you crane your neck down, kissing his crown before letting your head thunk against the floor," You already show me more than enough, baby... More than you know." 

The silence is calming, even comfortable as the two of you find yourselves drifting off to sleep. Thankfully, the autumn heat and the union of your bodies was more than enough to keep you warm. Both of you allowed yourselves just one, brief nap while the crickets and cicadas harmonized outside the window... A perfect, peaceful conclusion to a passionate, relentless hunt. 

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[sicklysweetie]

breeding you full and not telling you a single thing about it.

all you know is that, one day, you’re sick, and i’m holding your hair out of the way (if it’s long) and cooing to you and rubbing your back, and making sure you stay well fed and hydrated.

then, one day, you’re trying to put on a cute little outfit, and it’s… difficult. your tummy is poking out a bit, your hips are a bit wider, your chest has filled out. i have been keeping you well fed since you got sick, that’s probably it. you frustratedly tug on the outfit, shrug, and leave it on. it’s still cute, after all.

in bed, you notice how enamored i am with your midriff, and giggle. i’m so silly about these things, saying stuff that doesn’t make sense. your belly is just your belly. but if i insist on whispering to it conspiratorially and giving it rubs, well, those rubs have been feeling pretty good lately…

one day, you take a moment to study yourself in the mirror. you’re getting REALLY round, and you don’t know why. it’s kinda cute, and i certainly seem to like it, but none of your tops fit right, and i don’t seem interested in taking you shopping for more. you’re a bit worried something might be wrong with your belly. it’s been feeling so heavy lately, and it almost feels like something’s moving in there.

so, i take you to the doctor (vet). i chat with them quietly while you poke curiously at your bulging abdomen, oblivious to what we’re saying. the doc looks you over, then has you lay down and starts squirting a weird gel on your bare stomach, which makes you shudder and giggle. the doc uses a tool to rub along the surface of your belly, staring intently at a screen while i stare over their shoulder, occasionally glancing at you and giving you a smile. we seem to be counting something, and the doctor’s eyes are getting wider and wider. i seem giddy, walking around to you and showering your face with kisses and saying something about “how good you’re doing,” and picking you up off the bed, laughing out a joke to the doctor about carrying you “while i still can.” utterly confused but happy to be in my arms, you snuggle against me as i walk you back out of the clinic.

one day, you’re wishing i would carry you more often. walking around is getting hard on your own, but when you try to get in my arms, i keep you solidly on the floor, saying “no baby, you’re too heavy now.” as if you don’t know that, as if that isn’t why you want me to carry you. you can’t understand why your belly won’t stop growing, why i won’t help you. did you do something wrong? is this some kind of punishment?

but, then again, you start whining and getting mopey, and i hold you against me, and i reach under your belly, and i make you feel good again. in this moment, something about being so big just feels… right. it feels really, really, really good.

one day, you try to roll out of bed. you try again. you huff and strain and moan, trying to shift your massive belly. you can’t. you whine to get my attention, and i come around and lever my hands beneath you, helping you sit up, then take your hands to get you to your feet. your knees buckle, and i barely manage to maneuver you back to the bed rather than risking you dropping straight to the floor. you sink into the mattress with a gasping huff, clutching at the great swell that’s weighing you down so much, almost crying in exasperation, but i kiss you and caress you and rub your stretched belly (almost making it worse, that strange sensation of bulging movement gets stronger when i touch you like that).

all you can do is lay in bed, eat the meals i bring you, and silently plead with your belly to stop getting bigger. it doesn’t listen.

I keep on trying to answer this but my brain turns into mush every time I read it so ummm… I’ll reblog with person thoughts evenfuallg

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[joeshiestyslover]

fed up

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x lsu!softballplayer!reader

summary: you and joe constantly bicker about anything and everything, but you take it just a little too far, and joe is anything but happy

warnings: language, drinking, mentions of weed, joe is an asshole, smut, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, p in v action, slight degradation and praise, some pillowtalk 

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the moment you met joe you couldn’t stand him. he was extremely cocky and walked around thinking he was hot shit.

every interaction the both of you have is anything but pleasant. he constantly shits on the fact that you play softball for lsu, him saying that nobody cares about the sport. you know he’s always bluffing when he says this because he shows up to every single game, even if it’s only to check out your teammates in their uniforms.

after your practice, your teammate, nat, walks up to you in the dugout. “hey y/n!” “hey nat what’s up?” you ask her as you stuff your mitt into your bag. “you know how i’m seeing that guy on the football team, justin?” “yes i remember. why do you ask?” “well, he invited me to this party tomorrow, but i really don’t wanna go alone. so-“ you cut her off, “you want me to go with you.” “if you want to, you totally don’t have to.” she quickly tells you. “don’t worry nat, i’ll go with you.” you laugh a bit at her nervousness. “thank you so much y/n! i’ll meet you at your dorm at 8 okay?” “sounds good nat.” you swing your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk out of the dugout. “okay perfect. thanks again!” she yells at you, walking away.

the next night, you’re getting ready for the party when your roommate, harmony, speaks up. “what’re you getting all dressed up for?” she asks you. you forgot you never told her about the party because you usually fall straight asleep whenever you get home from practice. “oh i forgot to tell you, i’m going to a party with one of my teammates tonight.” “wait. joe’s party?” she asks you, knowing how much you hate the football player. “it’s joe’s party?!”, you ask. nat never told you that joe was the one hosting the party. “yeah he hosts a party every friday. i thought you knew that.” “do you really think i keep up with that asshole?” you ask her. “i’m just saying i thought you did, but anyway, good luck y/n. you’re gonna need it.” “thanks harmony.” you turn back to your mirror to finish your makeup.

at exactly 8 o’clock, you hear nat knock on your door. putting your earrings in you open your door to find her in a black, skintight minidress with red bottom heels. “wow, y/n, you look hot!” you check yourself out in the mirror, “you think?” you ask her. “fuck yeah, you look great. you ready to go?” “yeah, i’m ready, but quick question: who’s party is this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “ummm it’s joe’s.” she tells you, not able to look you in the eyes. “i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, but i knew that if i told you who was hosting, then you wouldn’t wanna go.” nat rambles. “it’s okay. i’m not gonna let that dick ruin my night. i’m sure there’ll be a bunch of people there, i can just avoid him.” you tell her. “yeah you’re right.” she nods. “then let’s go.” you grab her hand and lead her out of your dorm.

you and nat arrive at the frat house, and you can hear the music blasting from inside. you walk in and are immediately overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and weed. “justin!” you hear nat say, and you look to your left and spot justin and ja’marr walking towards the both of you. you are actually fond of both of the football players, mainly because they are nothing like joe. “hey nat!” justin greeted her with a hug while you greeted ja’marr. “hey y/n! i’m surprised to see you here, considering a certain quarterback is here.” ja’marr tells you. “please, i am not scared of him, if anything he’s scared of me.” you scoff. “let’s go get a drink.” nat grabs your wrist and pulls you into to the kitchen. 

as you’re pouring yourself a drink from the punch bowl, you hear a familiar voice nearby. “bro it was fucking crazy, she literally had her legs wrapped around my head. that’s some contortionist shit.” you look around you before you see the 6’4, misogynistic jackass standing to your right with a red solo cup in his hand talking to someone you assume is one of his teammates. even though you hate him, you’re not blind, it’s obvious he’s hot as fuck, but his personality manages to cancel that out. 

before you have the chance to look away, joe locks eyes with you. shit. you immediately break eye contact and walk out of the kitchen to find nat. you see her on the couch making out with justin. you walk up to the both of them and tap your teammate on the shoulder. she pulls away from justin and looks up at you. “what’s up?” she asks. “ummm i think i’m gonna go home.” you tell her, looking around. “why, what’s wrong? did something happen?” she slowly becomes more worried. “not really, it’s just that i wanted to have a good time tonight, and now that joe knows i’m here, i sure as hell won’t.” “oh okay, do you want me to go with you?” “no, don’t worry about it nat. i’ll see you at practice.” you say as you start to walk away. “text me when you get home!” she calls out after you. you give her a thumbs up, and start walking towards the front door.

“leaving already?” you hear from behind you. “not in the mood burrow.” you tell him as you continue walking. “what has softball taken a toll on you now?” he replies sarcastically. you turn around, tired of his comments, “listen joe, all i wanted was to have a good time with my friend, but like always, you made sure that wasn’t possible.” “what the fuck did i do?” he asks, as if he has the nerve to be offended. “what haven’t you done? you always have some dumb comment about me or my softball skills, even though i highly doubt you actually pay attention to the game.” you say to him, becoming extremely annoyed. “and?” you roll your eyes. “look, burrow just let me go home, so i can get away from this party and away from you.” you turn back around and start to walk away from joe.

“why do you hate me so much? what the fuck did i do to you?” he yells at you. you ignore him and continue walking to the door. “i know you can hear me y/n!”, but you once again ignore him. you feel his hand grip your wrist tightly, and turn you around to face him. “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” you pull away from him, but his hand is still holding on to you. “let go of me!” you yell, desperate to get away from him. “no, not until you tell me what i did!” “you really wanna know joe?” “yes! just fucking tell me!” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist. “it’s because you’re an asshole! you always disrespect me every chance you get! you know, i was willing to be civil to you when we first met, but you made that impossible! by telling me that sports are a guy thing? really? that’s an elementary school insult! but i see something everyone else doesn’t.” you take a step towards him and look him in the eye. “you are not who everyone thinks you are. you’re not really some overconfident, smug, and reckless fratboy who was no problem sleeping with girls then leaving the next morning.” you can see joe clench his jaw. “you know what i think?” you take another step. “i think that you’re a sad and insecure boy from ohio who obviously has to compensate for something.” you say as you look down at his crotch.

“oh? i’m compensating? and how can you be so sure of that?” he asks as his eyes go dark with lust. “i’ve heard things from people. word travels fast around here ya’ know?” “then i might just have to prove them wrong.” he replies, starting to back you up against the front door. “maybe you do.” you say, biting your lip. you see his eyes flick down to your lips. his hands come up to cup your face as he leans his head down to yours. you can feel his breath on your lips, smelling the whiskey he was drinking before. after looking into his icy blue eyes for a few moments, you crash your lips to his. 

the kiss is everything but soft, your teeth and tongues clashing together. “you wanna go upstairs?” joe mumbles against your lips. “fuck yes.” you basically moan. joe pulls away and grabs your hand to take you upstairs to his room. you try to hide your face so that people won’t recognize you; you couldn’t let it get around that the captain of the softball team fucked the football team’s quarterback. 

once you get inside joe’s room, he pins you up against the wall and puts his lips to yours once again. as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his hand begin to roam your body, the pool in your panties getting larger. his hands go from your waist to your boobs, grasping them. your nipples start to get hard underneath his touch, and joe can obviously feel it because he begins to smirk against your lips. joe’s warm hands crawl underneath your tiny crop top, and you lift up your arms so he can take it off. he  gets a look at your black lacy bra, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his smirk got bigger. “wow y/n, just for me? it’s almost as if you planned this.” he says cockily as he connects his lips to yours once again, his hands going back to your lace covered breasts. “maybe it’s not for you.” you say against his lips. “ya’ know, ja’marr’s kinda fine.” he immediately pulls away from you and yanks you towards the bed, and pushes you onto it.

“oh really?” he reaches his hand under your skirt and feels the pool of wetness between your thighs, “is this all for ja’marr then?” he asks you. “maybe.” you tell him with smirk. joe loses his cocky look and replaces it with a dark one. “i’m getting so fucking fed up with your attitude. i think i’m gonna have to fuck it out of you aren’t i?” joe reaches his hand up to wrap it around your throat as his other hand goes on your waist. “you look so good with my hand around your neck.” he tells you. “mmmm” you moan as he lightly squeezes your throat. “you’re so quiet. what happened to that big mouth you had earlier hmm?” you can’t say anything except, “please joe, just touch me.” “oh you want me to touch you now?” he asks condescendingly. “mhmm” you lightly moan out.

he removes his hand from your throat and snakes it up your skirt. he lightly rubs his knuckle against your clothed clit. “don’t tease joe.” you whine, desperate for his touch. “uh-uh, you’re not the one in charge here y/n.” he brings both his hands to the waistline of your skirt, and pulls it down along with your panties. he looks at your pussy, glistening with your wetness. “god y/n, look at you, all wet and i’ve barely even touched you.” he groans, turned on by how wet you are, and all because of him.

he leaves soft kisses across your thighs, starting with your left then leading to you right, purposefully avoiding the place you need him the most. “please joe.” “i’ve always dreamt of what you taste like.” joe tells you while leaning his head on your right thigh. “i’m not gonna rush this baby.” he finally brings his lips to your clit, sucking on it. you lean your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “shhh, do you want everyone else to hear? i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he says against your pussy. you never thought this would be happening: joe burrow eating you out at his party with everyone else downstairs. you also never imagined it would feel this good, his tongue flicking back and forth against your clit, and occasionally sucking on it. “fuck joe, that feels so good.” you say as your hand slips down to tug at his blond locks. “yeah. well, if you’re good, i might just give you a reward.” he brings his hand up to your slit and rubs his middle and ring finger against it. joe then pushes his fingers into you, your hand pulling his hair much harder than before. the feeling is becoming overwhelming, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter. “you gonna cum baby?” joe asks, looking up at you. “mhmm” you moan out. “well, too bad.” he pulls his fingers out of you and pulls his face away from your pussy. you whine at the loss of contact, but once you look at him, you become even more turned on. you can see the mixture of your wetness and his spit glistening on his lips and chin. “i said you would get a reward, i didn’t say it would be you finishing.” joe crawls toward you and pulls off the bed so you’re both standing up. he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra, and you gasp slightly, a little surprised about how quick he was able to get it off you.

“get on your knees.” he tells you. “on my knees, right now?” you ask as you slowly sink to the floor. “right now.” he says as he starts to remove his shorts and boxers. once they’re fully off, joe’s hard cock springs up in front of your face. you lick your lips, desperate to have his dick in your mouth. you can see the beads of precum leaking from the red and enlarged head of his beautiful and huge cock. “come on baby, you can take me in your mouth right?” he asks as his hand comes down to grip the back of your head to lead your lips to his dick. you open your mouth and engulf almost all of him in one go. his hand remains on the back of your head, but he lets you build your own rhythm. you hollow out your cheeks so you can take more of him into your mouth with your hands stroking the parts of him that won’t fit. you can feel the tears pooling as his tip constantly rams into the back of your throat. you look up at joe through your watering eyes and see him leaning his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure. you moan around his dick, the vibration causing him to groan loudly. “fuck y/n, i’m not gonna last very long if you keep doing that.” this gives you more confidence, so you bring one hand down to cup his full, heavy balls. after a few more seconds, you feel his cum shooting into your mouth. he moans your name loudly and pulls you off his dick.

joe pulls you up off your knees, and lays you down on his bed. he climbs on top of you and kissed you deeply. you can taste yourself on his lips and joe can taste himself on yours. he drifts his kisses from your lips to your cheek all the way to your neck. he kisses on your neck until he gets to your pulse point, and sucks on it. hard. “joe don’t leave any marks.” you tell him, leaving your euphoric haze for a few seconds. “i wont apologize for marking you up. everyone should know you’re mine.” he says as he continues sucking and biting your neck. suddenly, joe sits up and removes his shirt, opening your legs. “you look so pretty spread out like this baby, just for me.” then, he brings his dick down to your pussy, rubbing your slit with his tip, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. “joe, fuck me properly or ill find someone else to do it.” you tell him grasping his biceps with your hands. without warning, he slams his cock into you, and you scream out at the feeling of being filled. “come on y/n,” he teases. “be a good girl and take it.” he quickly sets a fast pace, showing you no mercy. your moans start to become much louder as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach start to slowly wind up again. “fuck baby, you feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for me.” he groans out. he drops his head into the crook of your neck as he continues to rut into you. by this point, you just know everyone in the hallway can hear you, maybe even some people downstairs. he removes his head from your neck to hover above yours. he grabs your chin and says, “open.” you immediately obey and you can see his lips start to pucker as he spits in your mouth. “swallow.” he tells you sternly, and you do. “fuck, you’re such a good fucking slut for me aren’t you y/n?” you’re so fucked out that you can’t even reply to him. “i’m fucking you so good you can’t even speak, you’re such a fucking whore.” he pulls out of you and flips you around so you’re on all fours. he quickly slips his cock back into you, and the new position allows him to just perfectly hit the spot that makes your vision go blurry. “you’re mine, you understand? mine. all fucking mine.” he tells you as he grips your hair and yanks you up so your back is to his chest. he wraps his hand around your throat as he continues to thrust upwards into you. “fuck, i’m gonna cum y/n. do you want that? hmm? i’m gonna stuff you so full, my cum will be leaking out of you for days.” he mumbles into your ear. “yes i want it. please cum in me joe.” you tell him, the first full sentence you’ve been able to speak within the past ten minutes. he lets go of you and you drop back down onto your arms. you can feel yourself about to cum around joe’s thick cock. “ugh-fuck joe-i can’t, i’m gonna cum.” you moan out. “come on baby, cum for me, you can do it, i know you can.” he encourages. with that, the coil snaps, and you’re cumming around him. “that’s it baby, let it out. shit, you look so pretty cumming around me.”

joe’s thrusts start to slightly falter as you’re cumming around him, your pussy clamping down on him making his vision blur. after a few more thrusts, he cums in you with a load groan of your name. he stills in you for a few seconds before he pulls out, and rolls onto his back. you land on your stomach for a while before remembering who you are and who you’re with. you sit up and start to collect your clothes that are scattered across the floor. joe notices you getting dressed again. “where are you going?” he asks you. “umm i’m leaving? isn’t this what you usually do after hookups?” you’re starting to become confused. “will you just stay? please?” you think for a moment before replying, “yeah, yeah of course.” you lie back down next to joe and he wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his toned chest. 

you lie there together for a few second before joe speaks up. “i’m sorry for being such a jackass to you, you don’t deserve it.” “thank you joe, and i’m sorry too. i haven’t been much better either. at least you’ll actually pay attention to me at my games now right?” you ask jokingly. “i’ve always paid attention to you baby. only you.” he tells you as he kisses your forehead.

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[alastor-the-demon]

*He fades into his radio station*

Salutations! Today we are going to be reading a transcript of everything that was said between Charlie and Adam's first conversation!

Adam: 'Sup!

Charlie: Holy, shit!

[Charlie immediately fell down after getting surprised by the sudden appearance of two angels in the room. She gets back up and readjusts herself to introduce herself properly.]

Charlie: Hi, I'm Charlie. My dad asked me if I could meet you.

Adam: Yeah, I know.

Charlie: Okay, well.

[Adam eats his rib like a buzzsaw]

Charlie: It's nice to meet you.

Adam: Totally. It's nice to meet you, too.

[Adam reaches over to give Charlie a handshake, and as she was about to shake his hand, her hand slips right through, revealing him to be a hologram, fizzing on and off after being touched, which freaks Charlie out.]

Adam: Ha! I fucking got you. *turns to Lute* Did you see that?

[Lute nods once.]

Adam: Ha. Good shit.

[Charlie was trying to get something straight with Adam being a hologram.]

Charlie: Uh...so, wait. You aren't here?

Adam: No, you think I'd come down there? *laughs* No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes. Pretty fucking hardcore, don't get me wrong. But! it's such a bummer! man. Everything down there's just so "eugh", ya know? *chuckles* Ew.

Charlie: Right. So, I'm happy we've got this opportunity to meet. There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about-

[Adam puts his finger on Charlie's lips to quiet her down for a moment.]

Adam: Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We've got time. How about we get to know each other a little. Mmm. How about lunch? You hungry? I got you.

[Adam takes a plate of ribs he's been eating toward Charlie.]

Adam: Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it.

Charlie: Uh...thanks.

[Charlie went to take a piece of a rib, but her hand past right through them, also revealing to be a hologram, as they fizz on and off from the touch, and Adam laughs.]

Adam: I got you again, bitch! *laughs* Fuckin' hilarious!

[Charlie makes a small unamused chuckle alongside Adam's hyper laughter.]

Adam: So, I was playin’ this gig, and for some fuckin’ reason, this virtue chick was diggin’ on the drummer, and it's like, “do you know who I am? I’m fuckin’ Adam. I’m the original dick!” (pointing to his penis down the table) All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick? (Lute shaking her head) No way! I’m the Dick-fuckin’ master! (eats a mouthful of ribs sloppily) So, anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome. What’d you do this weekend?

Charlie: Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man Adam, that means you…Oh….

(Charlie puts the pieces together, realizing this is the reason why her mother left him, making her wince.)

Charlie: (low voice) That explains so much.

Adam: I know. I fucking rock. (Held a rock pose)

(Charlie brushes off the awkwardness from Adam and gets to her subject of matter in hand.)

Charlie: Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir.

Adam: Call me, Dickmaster.

Charlie: Adam. You seem like a smart (paused) well, stand up guy.

Adam: (picking his teeth) Uh-huh.

Charlie: And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. A— A genius!

Adam: I mean, your words, babe.

Charlie: Who would really love to put his name on something.

Adam: Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit's the best!

Charlie: It’s a solution to our biggest problem!

Adam: Oh, Herpes. Yeah, that’s a bitch.

Charlie: No! Our... other biggest problem.

Adam: Oh…uh..ugly people? Math? Global Warming? Nah, wait, that’s Earth’s problem.

(Charlie stares at Adam with deadpan annoyance at how ignorant he is.)

Adam: Ummm...

Adam: When you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay the check but you're like, (high pitched-voice) "Hey, I thought you wanted equality."

Charlie: NO! our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!

Adam: Ohh, well that's not a problem! We got that covered! (turning to Lute) Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?

Lute: Got a good 275 this year, sir.

Adam: 275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it.

[Adam raises a fist for Lute to make a fist-bump, which she did.]

Charlie: Uh no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that right?

Adam: Oh yeah. That must suck for you! *bursts into laughter*

Charlie: But these are souls...Humans souls just the same as the ones you have up in heaven.

Lute: (coldly)  They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation.

Charlie: You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.

Lute: Angels don't make mistakes.

Charlie: You really think that.

Lute: I know that.

Adam: Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin’ life.

[As Lute comes around the table, the scene turns slightly darker with ominous red.]

Lute: The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hellborn kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?

Adam: Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it.

Charlie: Oh fuck!

[Charlie rushes to present her plan as fast as she could.]

Charlie: Okay I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't hearing me before so here it goes.

[Charlie coughs as she starts making a fast-talk, which is close to singing as she gets all ofer stuff out in the table to show them what she means.]

Charlie: ♫ I know Hell's population is out of control. ♫

♫ It's a bad situation. ♫

♫ It's taking a toll. ♫

♫ If we rehab these Sinners. ♫

♫ And cleanse all their souls. ♫

♫ At my Hazbin Hotel—♫

[Charlie rambles through the stacks of paper to get something.]

Charlie: Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself!

♫ Right! Extermination! ♫

♫ I know you guys fly down. ♫

♫ Just to kill once a year. ♫

♫ And it must be annoying. ♫

♫ To schlep all the way here. ♫

♫ If they join you in Heaven. ♫

♫ That trip disappears! ♫

♫ You can wave that chore farewell. ♫

♫ (deep breath) It'll be a happy day—♫

Adam: ♫ Let me stop you right there. ♫

Charlie: Oh

Adam: ♫ Save us all precious time. ♫

Charlie: Okay...

Adam: ♫ If what you're suggesting. ♫

♫ Is letting them climb. ♫

♫ Up the ladder. ♫

♫Oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates? ♫

Charlie: Well, uh—

Adam: ♫ Sorry, sweetie. But there's no defyin' their fates! ♫

♫ 'Cause Hell is forever. ♫

♫ Whether you like it or not. ♫

♫ Had their chance to behave better. ♫

♫ Now they boil in the pot. ♫

♫ 'Cause the rules are black and white. ♫

♫ There's no use in tryin' to fight it. ♫

♫ They're burnin' for their lives. ♫

♫ Until we kill 'em again! ♫

Charlie: Okay, but—

Adam: ♫ Just try to chillax, babe. ♫

♫You're wasting your breath. ♫

Charlie: Hehe...

Adam: ♫ Did I hear you imply. ♫

♫ That they don't deserve death?

♫ Are they Winners? ♫

♫ Are they Sinners? ♫

♫ 'Cause it's cut and dry. ♫

Charlie: Well, actually, if you take a look—

Adam: ♫ Fair is fair, an eye for an eye! ♫

♫ And when all's said and done (Said and done) ♫

♫ There's the question of fun (Fun) ♫

♫ And for those of us with Divine Ordainment. ♫

♫ Extermination is entertainment! ♫

♫ Bow-now-now-nownow ♫

Adam: Guitar solo, fuck yeah!

♫ Oh, da-ah-ah now-now-n-now-n-now-n-now-n-nownownow. ♫

[After Adam throws Charlie’s papers at her, she gets so angry that she turns into her demon form, making growling noise]

Charlie: Ugh...

Adam: ♫ Hell is forever. ♫

♫ Whether you like it or not. ♫

♫ Had their chance to behave better. ♫

[Four golden mirages of Exorcists appears, surrounding Charlie from all sides.]

(Charlie: Where the Hell did you people come from?!)

♫ Now they boil in the pot. ♫

♫ 'Cause the rules are black and white. ♫

♫ There's no use in tryin' to fight it. ♫

♫ They're burnin' for their lives. ♫

♫ Until we kill 'em again! ♫

♫ Fuckin' Hell's forever. ♫

♫ And it's meant to suck a lot. ♫

♫ So give up your dumb endeavor. ♫

♫ 'Cause you don't have a shot! ♫

♫ Long as I've got your attention. ♫

♫ I guess I should probably mention. ♫

♫ That we made the determination. ♫

♫ To move up the next Extermination! ♫

Charlie: What?!

Adam: ♫ Can't wait a whole year. ♫

♫ To slaughter those little cunts. ♫

♫ I know it's just been a week. ♫

♫ But we'll be back in six months! ♫

[Despite being a hologram, Adam grabs Charlie and throws her right out of the door.]

Charlie: Um, wait, you-you— Ugh, SHIT!

[Before Charlie tries to get to Adam, the door closes while he continues to do a guitar solo shredding. Defeated, Charlie slams a fist on the door before the scene cuts to black.]

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[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Fight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 3333

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, established relationship, language, sexual tension, mentions/allusions to sex but no actual description of the act, talk of anxiety and self doubt, a kiss of angst, happy ending, 2nd POV, non-descriptive reader, if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: I’m so nervous for this because it felt like it was the first time I had ever written something and words were very hard. But it felt good to have these two together again. There were key points I wanted to have in this part to build up for the next part, so I’m really hope this doesn’t feel all over the place— I read through it a few times and it seems to be where I want it to be but I’m always second guessing myself as always. I’m also making a point to find a song to go along with each piece, this one felt fitting.

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Your nerves had a wonderful way of making you feel, well, nervous.

Standing in line as you slowly made your way up to the entrance of the building, hoping your brain would settle a bit before you saw him.

“Why do you look like you’re about to barf?” Hannah’s voice reminding you that you weren’t alone as you waited.

“Do I look that bad?!” Questioning your appearance and feeling like you might actually throw up now.

“You look fine babe! I’m just teasing you. But you definitely look nervous.”

“Well I am.” Looking down at your feet as the shuffle forward, inching you closer to the ticket handler.

“Why?”

“Because— All the guys are here tonight and — I don’t know, I just want to make a good impression.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You all but snap your neck when you turn to look in her direction, brows pinched together in confusion and shock at her comment.

“You already know all the guys. Plus Frankie will be there. I think they know you well enough now that you don’t have to make a first impression again.”

“Ugh!” You throw your head back as your shoulders drop, knowing Hannah is actually giving you sage advice. “You’re right. I guess just being there as Frankie’s girlfriend and hoping things don’t get weird for him, just has me going all worst case scenarios. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I do. But if Frankie didn’t want you here as his girlfriend, I don’t think you would even be wearing that title to begin with. He really likes you from what I’ve heard from you and briefly seen. He wants you here, in this space with his friends.”

“Thanks for talking me off the cliff!”

“Next!” The burly man ushers you both forward, tearing your tickets and stamping your hands.

Walking through the large metal doors, your immediately hit with the loud booming of the pre-fight hype music— it’s already drowning out your thoughts.

The lighting is dim, making it hard to scan through the crowd of fight goers as you try to spot Frankie and the guys.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” Hannah abruptly tells you.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Instantly you panic. She was supposed to be your wingwoman until you found the rest of the group, now she’s bailing on you first thing.

“Ummm, Benny said to meet him in the locker room before hand— He mentioned something about needing some good luck for his fight.” Her eyebrows dancing on the emphasis of “good luck”.

“Oh god Hannah! I don’t need to know what that actually means. I’ll see you in a bit and be safe!”

“Yes Mom!” She said over her shoulder as she makes her way to the locker room.

Taking a few deep breaths, you recenter yourself and proceed to make your way through the crowed space, hoping to spot a familiar face quickly.

You hadn’t seen Frankie since he’d stopped by the salon earlier in the week— only managing to chat or text here and there when you both had time. But you know the minute you see him you’ll feel more at ease.

You make your way closer to the fighting cage, side stepping and politely pushing your way through hoards of bodies. The floor sticky under your feet with spilt beer and soft drinks, every other step is met with a crunch of popcorn and peanuts. The air is hazy with the remnants of the faux smoke from the previous fight, slowly dissipating in preparation for the final fight of the evening as the event announcer gives the audience a 10 minute warning.

Relief washes over you the instant you spot Frankie. He’s near the front huddled together with Santi and Will, it seems to be an intense conversation between them.

Santi spots you first, tossing you a wave of welcome your way which triggers Frankie to turn in your direction.

His face lights up and you melt at the sight of the smile he gives you.

No greeting needed as he takes your face in his hands, his plush lips crash into yours molding so perfectly together.

Everything around you becoming a distant thought, feeling completely consumed by Frankie and the way he deepens the kiss, almost making you’re surrounded by hundreds of other people.

“Get a room you two!” A heckler, also known as Santi, yells out.

You can feel Frankie smiling as he shakes his head at the comment.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I-I just missed you and needed to kiss you immediately— definitely still one of my favorite things.”

“I wasn’t complaining. Although, our little audience was very supportive.” You tease pointing your chin over his shoulder towards Santi and Will.

“Yeah, got to love those assholes. You look beautiful by the way.” He says as he gives you a once over.

You were torn on what was appropriate to wear to this sort of thing, the pile of clothes on your bedroom floor to show for your plight of second guessing. You ended up settling on a nice middle ground— a black silk shift dress, a worn in jean jacket and your favorite slip-on doc martens.

“If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it. And thank you.” He had you feeling like you were the only main event he was interested tonight and you only just arrived.

His large hands emphasize the sentiment as they smooth across your hips, his wanting touch evident and warm through the barely there fabric as it glides against your skin.

He leans in close, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, his grip tightening as pulls your body into his. “The things I want to do to you— you have know idea how much I want you right now.”

A small gasp echos through your parted lips. Serotonin washing away any anxieties you had about the evening, a surge in confidence runs through your body.

“The night is still young Morales.” You sigh, pulling back to really look at him. His irises blown out and his gaze fixed on yours.

“Fuck me…” His tone was rousing. An itch he so desperately needed to be scratched.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” Shooting him a wink before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you two honeymooners are done sucking face— Oof!” Santi’s pestering interrupted by a swat to the chest from Will. “Leave ‘em alone Pope.”

Frankie’s hand settles on your lower back as he guides you over to the guys. You exchange hugs with them and catch up on their lives since you’d last seen them.

“You know, normally we get the full fight experience and hang out with Benny in the locker room, but he said he wanted to try some good luck bullshit— whatever that means.”

You try to contain the the laugh that starts to bubble up. “Umm, his good luck bullshit walks on two legs and goes by Hannah. Who I came with tonight.”

The realization hits them all at the same time and they all decide how much shit they are going give Benny when they seem him afterwards.

Watching some one willingly get pummeled nonstop isn’t as adrenaline inducing as the small touches Frankie has been giving you.

The way his hand rests on your thigh majority of the night, the hem of your dress slightly raised allowing his thumb to draw small circles against your now exposed skin.

His lips grazing your ear when he leans into your space to explain the point system or pointing out signature moves Benny was known for.

A kiss to your temple when Benny got in a few good swings, to then be hit with his grip tightening on your leg if he took one too many punches— your mind noting how good his hands might feel in other ways.

You were buzzing with excitement and a deep hunger for Frankie, not sure how much longer you could curb your emotions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait much longer, the crowd coming to life with a mixture of boo’s and whistles as the fight came to a close.

Your group, now including a very excited Hannah, was elated at the announcement of Benny’s win— it was all high fives and shoulder slapping hugs between the guys, yelling at Benny to let him know how proud they were.

After Hannah let you know she was going to go congratulate Benny, you found yourself watching the Frankie, Santi and Will continue their celebration. You couldn’t help but admire the way they fit together like a close knit family.

You smile at the thought of this becoming your normal— a future where these men are a constant presence in your life. You picture backyard gatherings, holidays and even vacations with them.

And the minute you lock eyes with Frankie, you want it all with him. A place to call home, where you’ll both live out your dreams and face challenges that you’ll work through together. Late night conversations that aren’t over the phone but in bed wrapped in his arms where you feel close and safe.

You don’t even know if these are things Frankie wants, but you know a future with out Frankie in it isn’t one you want.

“Hey— you ok?” Frankie’s warm eyes filled with concern, confusing your blanked out stare with fear and anxiety.

“No— I mean… yeah I’m good, totally fine. Just watching you guys have your moment. It’s kinda cute how excited you all are.”

“It’s nice to see his hard work, and my weekly beatings, pay off—” You cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, all desperate and wanton, his t-shirt bunched in your hands. You can feel his body settle into yours as you devour the tiniest moans his throat unleashes.

3 words were dancing at the tip of your tongue and you weren’t sure you could contain them any longer. You already knew your feelings for this man but you were terrified he’d find you coming on too strong this early on in your still new relationship.

“Alright you two lovebirds! We’re heading out!” Santi you’ve learned in this short amount of time, has the worst timing. “Guessing there’s going to be rain check for drinks tonight. Benny is already, celebrating…” Nodding towards Benny and Hannah heading back to the locker rooms. “And you two are seconds away from giving everyone a free show.”

“Fuck off Pope.” Frankie laughs as he pulls you in close, knowing Pope is just trying to rile him up.

Santi’s hands fly up in a sort of innocent defense, “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it Hermano!” A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he gives a few pats to Frankie’s shoulders before heading out. Stopping a few feet away, making sure to get in one last comment, “If you don’t marry her asap, we’re gonna have words.” Then walking off to catch up with Will who’s already half way out the door.

“I just might.” Frankie says looking directly at you.

Your heart nearly bursts as he says it and you think he might have meant for the comment to stay in his thoughts, but the look he’s giving, his gaze all soft and loving like, you makes you feel like he definitely wanted you to hear it.

“Hmmm, and I might just say yes.” Your own thoughts coming out openly and you nearly melt at the sight of his dimple inducing smile.

“So my ride was Hannah and I think we both know she’s a little preoccupied now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to take you home?”

“I mean, I could just Uber myself a ride—Alone— To my house— Where I’ll probably go to bed— Alone.”

“Do I sense a touch of sarcasm? All you have to do is ask nicely and I could probably find it in my heart to give you a ride.” And now you love that he can be equally sarcastic right back to you.

“Well you know that, umm, comment you made earlier?” You sense him quickly replaying the evening, his Adam’s apple shifting as he tries to school his features at the realization of which comment you were referring to.

His stare becomes increasingly obvious and intense. An ounce of courage has you biting your bottom lip as you grab him by his belt loop to bring him in closer, your free hand pulling him by the back of the neck, his hair tickling your finger tips, your lips just barely ghosting his.

“I’d like that please!” Your voice breathy and warm, arousal permeating through your body like a fire burning beyond control.

“Ye-yeah! L-let’s get outta here.”

“My house is closer—“

The morning light is filtering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. It’s soft enough to make you aware of the time but not enough to make you feel like you need to get up.

Sheets are draped over your still naked form, the ache between your legs is a reminder of the blur that last night was…

The drive home was nearing illegal speeds as Frankie was trying to get to your house as quickly as possible. Your hand squeezing his thigh was doing little to help his not so little situation confined with in his already tight jeans.

Once you both managed to make it through the front door, it was a frenzied mess of toe-curling kisses and a haphazard attempt at removing each other’s clothes.

You felt drunk off the way he was able to pull orgasms from you the entire night.

Frankie took his time with you, slow and merciful, had you reeling in an unexpected bliss— this wasn’t some quick fuck egged on by new feelings.

He was without reserve making love to you in the most beautiful and delicate manner, you knew you couldn’t hold back how you were truly feeling much longer.

You both laid tangled in each other’s arms, bodies sated from what felt like hours of built up desire finally being released into the world.

Quiet had settled into the darkness of your room. You could hear Frankie’s breathing evening out as you traced small shapes with your fingers on his bare chest.

The sudden urge to share your thoughts started to overwhelm your mind.

Worry and past relationships still giving you doubts and fears, but you knew if you didn’t these thoughts would just fester and you would never know if he felt the same way.

“Frankie?” Your voice carries out just above a whisper.

He hums in response, slightly shifting his broad shoulders so he’s facing you, giving you his full attention— he’s even more handsome completely blissed out.

Releasing a heavy sigh as you take him all in, ready to fully bare your heart to him.

“I’m about to say something that is terrifying, but in the best way. And I totally understand if you, umm, don’t feel the same.“ You can feel your body start to tingle and your heart start racing. “I-I…shit! This went so much smoother in my head.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” His hand slowly begins to caress your arm, his way of letting you know he’s ready for whatever you need to tell him — an instant sense of calmness washes over you.

“I wanted to tell you earlier tonight, but then I got in my head and started to worry it was too fast to have these feelings I’m having. But that seems to be our thing, I mean you did kiss me after your hair appointment.”

He laughs at that, but doesn’t regret the pace at which your relationship has been developing, even if it has been rather quickly.

“Shit! Sorry— I feel like I’m rambling now.”

He leans over and kisses you— it’s not to shut up you, but more of a little nudge that he wants hear everything you have to say.

“Frankie, I’m in love with you.” You’re breathless as you take a leap, diving headfirst into a new dimension of optimism and fate.

You feel weightless— fully alive and feeling like you’ve been living for this moment your entire existence.

Before even get a chance to ask Frankie how he feels about your confession, you’re on your back as hovers over you.

“I’m so in love with you too, you have no idea.” He admits without hesitation. “I knew from that first moment when you gave me that gorgeous smile of yours. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You brush his tousled locks back from his handsome face, taking in all his features— memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

The air between you is charged with a certain degree of emotion. This new wave of desire— an appetite that is completely different than the beginning of the night.

You roll over seeking the warm body who’s arms you fell asleep in last night, to only be met with emptiness and cold sheets.

The feeling is ice cold running through your chest— nothing, nobody, alone.

Your throat feels dry and your chest is tight as you lay staring up at the ceiling— you’re numb.

Mind working overtime as you begin to spiral into a panicked state.

It was too soon. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew this was going to happen.

As your downfall begins to level out, you hear the sound of your door closing and footsteps nearing your room.

“Morning Beautiful! I grabbed the last of their croissants for us, almost had to fight off an old lady for them. Got you an oatmilk latte, figured you’d want the largest size since we had a—“ He’s standing there in yesterdays clothes, holding up a pastry bag and your coffee in his hands, a folded newspaper tucked under his arm and black reading glasses handing from the neck of his t-shirt. He looks so happy and relaxed so early in the morning.

You feel your eyes well up with tears— not sure really their reasoning anymore now that Frankie is here.

-Sniff-

His smile drops the instant he sees you shed a few tears. Deeply concerned that something is wrong, placing everything he’s holding on your nightstand as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?” His thumb brushing your cheek, catching the few lingering tears.

You nod softly, the brief moment of sadness is gone as quickly as it came on. He’s here, he loves you and you want nothing more than to just enjoy this morning together.

“I’m fine. You just weren’t here and I thought you might have had second thoughts about us after last night. I panicked a little.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. His strong hand cradling your jaw as his thumb moves across your cheek bones, his movements velvety and undemanding.

“I meant what I said last night— every bit of it. I love you. And I am all in with you, with us. I want a future with you. Heck, I’d ask you to marry me tomorrow if it didn’t sound ridiculous.” The look of sincerity beaming from his eyes as his words pour over you like a warm breeze on summer night.

“Ask me!”

“What? I don’t have a ring or anything prepared to ask you.”

“I don’t care about a ring or some extravagant proposal. At the rate we’re going, following a traditional timeline isn’t really our thing.” You smile up at him, mirroring his own dimpled expression. You close the small distance between the two of you and peck his lips a few times. “Frankie, ask me.” Your lips moving against his as you speak.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!!”

Next

#wildemaven writes #Pedro pascal #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #weekends with frankie #frankie morales

[pourcap]

thoughts: kr chapter 13 (part 1)

damen is waking up with laurent by his side? ngl i'm surprised. i genuinely thought laurent would dip lol. but obviously i'm really glad he didn't <3

(...) Damen had half thought to find him gone, as he had once before, vanished like the tendrils of a dream. The intimacy of last night might have been too much for either or both of them. ohh so i'm not the only one who's surprised. damen also being overwhelmed by the intimacy?? man, sometimes i forget this is all new to him, too. i love them so much. <3

He lifted his hand to brush Laurent’s cheek, smiling. He was opening his eyes. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH i'm dying here this is so soft

'Damen,’ said Laurent. Damen’s heart moved in his chest, because the way Laurent said his name was quiet, happy, a little shy. Laurent had only ever said it once before, last night. ummm i really don't think i can do this. i haven't touched my book in months and the first few sentences i read are enough to make my heart skip 487 beats at once lol i love these two so muchhhh

THEY'RE ALWAYS GAZING AT EACH OTHER

'You’re very,’ said Laurent, and then, flushing, ‘attractive.' oh ym god. oh my fucking god. i'm so supportive of laurent getting fucked by someone he actually wants to fuck and feels attracted to. i love this so much! and he's blushing again!! so many wins <3

'Really,’ said Damen, in a rich, warm voice. (...) Damen’s smile widened, and he lay back in the sheets and just luxuriated in the idea, feeling ridiculously pleased. damen is suchhhhh a dude

Was it the first time that he had said it? Damen looked at Laurent, who was now lying half on his side, his blond hair a little mussed, eyes full of teasing light. Sweet and simple in the morning, Laurent’s beauty was heart-stopping. i am in love with laurent as well (i love how you can tell how much damen has gradually grown to love him by the way he's been describing laurent)

'Thank you, I know exactly how it would have been. You and Auguste would have been slapping each other on the back and watching tournaments, and I would have been trailing around tugging on your sleeve, trying to get a look in edgewise.' well. this just ripped my heart right out of my chest. thanks.

maaaan i WISH auguste was alive. he and damen could be best friends and laurent would one day, when he's older and damen comes to visit, just be super hot. yes, i'm thinking about this piece of art by @saltroclus

'Yes,’ said Laurent softly, his cheeks reddened slightly. so laurent thinks auguste really would've approved of damen? dude, what a huge compliment coming from laurent??? although ofc he was super young when auguste passed away so he probably doesn't know what auguste really would've thought of damen but i'll happily just go along with laurent's fantasy <3

The kiss happened because they couldn’t help it, and it was so sweet and so right that Damen felt a kind of ache. (...) they are SO in love, wowowowowow.

(...) 'I’m not going to let my uncle hurt you.’ Laurent’s blue gaze was calm and steady, as if he had made a decision and wanted Damen to know it. (...) mhmmm. considering it's capri, things have been going a little too well. i don't know what to think about this. what decision has laurent made? and why won't he just tell damen? why won't damen ask? i really do not like this

There was a knock at the door. ‘Come in,’ said Laurent, turning his head towards the sound. Damen said, ‘Laurent,’ shocked and on full display as the door swung open. Pallas entered. Laurent greeted him with no self-consciousness at all. laurent is so funny, i love him so so so much. i also wouldn't be self-conscious if i was as gorgeous as laurent and had a super attractive boyfriend to make out with

damen is shy?????

he also called it 'making love' but for my own sanity i won't comment on that (AAAAHHHH)

damen's street cred just went up +100 for having theee laurent in his bed. i know lazar is going to have a field day with this info

'What is it?’ Laurent looked at Damen, (...) with the burgeoning delight of discovery, ‘Are you shy?' have i ever mentioned how much i love laurent?? if not: A TON

laurent laughing at damen for being horrified at the idea of being watched having sex <3 (i guess actual orgies don't count, huh, damen?)

'It was nothing. There was a knife fight. I got free, and Guion and I came to an arrangement.’ Damen gazed at him. the gazing again. damen was probably staring at him all heart-eyed, as he should <3

'Well,’ said Laurent, ‘not everyone is as bad at escaping as you are.' ohhh i love that they still provoke each other <3

'When you lost your brother, was there someone to comfort you?’ ‘Yes,’ said Laurent. ‘In a way.’ ‘Then I’m glad,’ said Damen. ‘I’m glad you weren’t alone.' i seriously wish i hadn't read this. ugh. i hate 🤢 the regent 🤢 so much and i haaaate that damen said that (i mean, he doesn't know, so it's not like he meant any harm, but still. ew.)

Laurent pushed himself away, up into a sitting position, and for a moment he sat, without speaking. He pushed his palms into his eye sockets. i teared up. it genuinely hurts to know how much pain he's in and how much shame he probably has bottled up despite the fact none of what happened to him is his fault. fuck the regent, seriously. i want him dead.

ohhh laurent is actually talking to damen about what he's got planned now! at least part of it. i'm pretty sure he's got his own secret agenda when it comes to his uncle, which makes me really nervous :)))

'He had the choice of the poor with no other way to survive, the choice of a child powerless to his elders, the choice of a man when his King gives him an order, which is no choice at all, and yet still more than is afforded to a slave.' i miss nicaise so much. my favorite little shit. i will never forget him stabbing damen with a fork. and it makes me really sad that laurent tried to keep him safe and nicaise hoped he would but didn't really believe it to possible and then he did die in the end and ughhh. everything about this makes me feel sick: nicaise spent his entire childhood being abused, and then was k'lled. i know it's repetitive but seriously, fuck the regent, and fuck nicaise's parents for not protecting their child.

(...) For the first time, he caught a glimmer of what Laurent would be like as a king. He saw him, not as the Regent’s unready nephew, not as Auguste’s younger brother, but as himself, a young man with a collection of talents thrown into leadership too early, and taking it on, because he was given no other choice. I would serve him, he thought, and that itself was like a little revelation. it's still insane to me that damen out of all people is the first person to really take laurent seriously, see his potential, and get to know his heart <3

'You mean that it hurts me more that my son is alive and whole than it would if he were maimed or dead.’ ‘Yes,’ said Laurent. He said it seriously, looking into Damen’s eyes. (...) ugh. ew. ughhhh.

#apparently there is a word limit now for these posts??? idk #anyway i'll post part 2 shortly after this #capri #captive prince #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos #damen #lamen #laurent #laurent of vere

[mlembug]

Untitled Story

Originally published: 23th of February 2021 Summary: Supportive gf and an eggy bf

It's been a month since I asked out my crush and we decided to go out.

A few days ago said she has something very special planned for me today. So we decided to meet in her house. I wonder what could that be?

I knocked on the door. Soon enough, the doors opened, with my girlfriend standing in the doorframe, saying "Hi, c'mon in!"

I entered her room, with her behind me.

"I'm gonna lock the door so no one bothers us.", she said, and took a shopping bag she had on her desk. She pulled a frilly blue dress out of it, and said "See? This is what I mean!"

"Ummm... I'm really happy for you, but I don't get what you mean. You'd look cute in anything, after all. That's how girls are.", I said.

"I was actually thinking of you when I picked it.", she winks.

"I... still don't get it?", I responded, with continued confusion.

"You know exaaaactly what I mean.", she teasingly said, "I can see the longing look into girls' clothes section when we go out shopping."

I gulped, and said "What... do you mean?"

"I also mean this festival of emotions of yours, whenever I am with my girl friends.", she said, "I'm gonna let you taste what you consider a forbidden fruit".

"I'm not a crossdressing pervert or anything! Besides, a lot of guys wonder how it would be like to be a girl.", I took offense to her comments.

"Yeah, a lot of them do. Which is why I don't consider you a pervert. Put on the dress."

"I would just look terrible in it. Like a guy in a dress."

"Don't worry, I will take care of that. Put on the dress while I'll prepare the rest."

While I was struggling with the dress, my girlfriend has been preparing concealers, foundation, mascara and eye shadows. Soon enough, I took off the clothes I had, aside from the boxers, and put on the dress.

She turned to me and said "Good, good. Now turn your head to my side and let me do my magic."

She spent a lot of time touching up my face, which seem to have taken forever. "Just a bit more", she said, while applying mascara on my eyelashes. Soon afterwards, she put a wig on my head, and put a hair clip on the wig's hair.

"...and, done!", my girlfriend proudly said.

I felt super flushed from embarrassment.

I lowered my head.

"Now let's see how you look", said my girlfriend, and held my hand while we walked to the other side of the room, and placed me in front of a full length mirror.

"Is... is that me?", I was shocked. I have no clue what witchcraft she has done, but I could hardly believe that it's me.

My girlfriend hugged me from behind. "See how cute you are? And you like it, too. I haven't seen a smile so wide on your face before."

"Uuuuuu... I feel so embarrassed."

"Awww... Don't worry, I am not judging you. You are not harming anyone, and I completely do not mind. After all, I enjoy feeling cute, so why shouldn't you?"

"But... I'm a boy...", I responded, feeling more shame.

"Are you still worried about such trifling matters? It's not like the clothes have a gender. Or is it that...?", my girlfriend said, followed by an "aha!" reaction.

"What?", I puzzledly asked.

"Is it that being a boy bothers you?", she asked what seem to be an armour-piercing question.

"I guess not, why would it bother me?", I deflected.

"I kinda have my suspicions. I wanna confirm it with you, but you'll have to be willing to experiment a bit with me.", she said.

"What sort of experiment?", I asked.

"We'll check whether you'll feel better when not being a boy."

"And how do we do that? It's not like you're some sort of magician who will turn me into a girl."

"Well, no, I am not. So I will need a bit of cooperation on your side, sweetie."

"Wait, what do you mea-", I got interrupted by her placing a finger on my lip.

"You're my girlfriend now, honey.", she said, "While I can't physically change you, I could make you feel like you're one, at least, for now."

"Ummm, but that would be just so weird!", I blurted.

"If you dislike it that greatly then we can stop as soon as you tell me.", she said, attempting to calm me down.

"Ummmm, no, it's not t-that bad, I guess, ha ha."

"Good. Just please tell me when you want to stop."

"Sure I will.", I assured her.

"With that in mind, we should try more things to get you in the mood.", she said, pulling adorable pink panties from the bag. She then said, "We should go all the way. With this you will gain awareness that you are a woman."

"Having second thoughts about that. How will I do that by wearing them, with what I have down there?"

"That's okay, we can hide it between your legs. I can help you, or, if you aren't in the mood for me touching you down there, you can do it yourself."

"It's okay, I think I'll do it myself."

So reached with my hands below the dress, and reached toward my boxers, and I took them off. Soon enough I picked the panties and put them on, carefully tucking 'it' away.

"I did it."

"There, there.", my girlfriend pat my head. "Good girl."

Why does that make me feel so warm?

"I-I'm feeling weird!", I whimpered.

"Oh.", she held her hand.

"I didn't say I want you to stop, though", I said.

And so my girlfriend continued patting me and calling me a "good girl".

A dozen minutes later, I asked a question.

"Say, if one day, a wizard somehow actually turned me into a girl, would you leave me?", I said.

"Oh, sweetie, is that what you were worried about all along? I like you for being you, for your personality. Whether you're a boy, a girl, or neither of those, I feel it would change nothing for what I feel for you.", she said, "for you see, I actually lied a bit before."

"What... what do you mean?", I asked worriedly.

"You mentioned that it's common for guys to wonder how it is to be a girl, and confirmed that. However, when I asked my guy friends, they deny that. One of them said he wondered about it just once in his entire lifetime."

Tears were forming in my eyes. I'm feeling so confused.

"It's okay, it is okay.", my girlfriend immediately went for the hug. "We'll figure this out together. You just need to be honest with yourself."

"Okay", I said.

#mlem's attempts at fic writing

[foggyparadisecandy]

DUMBIFICATION AND BIMBOIFICATION TRANCES?

Why is it I see so many people wanting to be dumber and bimbotastic?

And SOOOOOOOO many hypnosis files and hypnotists and tumblr blogs cater to this!

People line up to drop deep into trance and shut off their brains and just follow orders to be dumb and bimbofied.

All I see is:

Drop drop drop drop drop

Drop drop drop drop drop

Drift drift drift drift drift

Deep deep deep deep deep

And "hehe I'm a dumb bimbo!"

Ugh. Who wants to think about that?

Probably no thinking at all honestly.

Where are my peeps who want to be Smart-ified and Less Slutty?

Just once I want to see people stand up and speak out and say:

"I'm looking for someone to help me be super smart and completely appropriate and not at all slutty and bimbo-y like I really am deep down inside!"

Just once, people!

I want someone who would say:

"I wish I wasn't so dumb. Like, um, OMG, I like *totes* want to be smart and everything.

And like, that would be like <giggles> so much like fun and ummm hot. Like I get super aroused thinking like what if I wasn't so dumb?

And like ... uhhhh ... I'm like so tired of looking sexy and fuckable and picking up guys and girls like ALL THE TIME. <sigh>

Like why am I always wearing such slutty clothes?

And like I can't stop thinking of like just getting down on all fours for any guy or girl who wants me!

I just want to be like, you know, um. Normal? Not like this giant whore that I am today.

Like maybe I could be not attractive and whore-y? Like, can you *totally* do that for me?

I'll like totally like be your sex slave and everything, like, you know ... you could do like whatever you want with me like forever and ever ... if you like made me smart and not slutty! <giggles>

That would be SO HOT!!!!

Like I can *totally* imagine and think about being like smart and not like totally like stupid and stuff.

That would make me so horny to be ... ummm ... totes smart and everything!"

I know you are out there, dummies!

Daddy is here for you.

Just give in and let go for a moment.

Just forget about those concerns and worries.

Just relax.

Take a deep breath.

Slow your breathing.

Feel your body relax and your mind grow calm.

Drift away.

Silence your thoughts and mind.

Turn everything off and just drop and relax.

Drop down into deep relaxation and just imagine yourself not dumb and not a bimbo.

I know it's difficult but try!

Trance out for a bit. I know you know how to.

Just think of the last time you tranced and were deeply hypnotized.

Imagine how you felt.

How peaceful it was.

How calm it was.

How relaxing it was.

How you were blank and empty.

No cares.

No concerns.

Let your worries drift away.

Let it all drift away.

Then focus your thoughts with me.

Think about not being dumb.

Think about not being stupid.

Think about not being so vacant.

Think about not being so blank.

Think about not tripping over big words.

Think about not tripping over big thoughts.

Think about not giggling so much.

Think about not dressing so slutty.

Think about not showing off your boobs.

Think about not posing suggestively all the time.

Think about not taking hot selfies and sending them to friends.

Think about not being so horny.

Think about not being so bimbo-y.

Think about not being so turned on.

Think about not being so aroused.

Think about not being in a collar.

Think about not being used.

Think about not pink.

Think about not whore.

Think about not dumb.

Think about not thinking.

Think about not obeying.

Think about not obedience.

Think about not slave.

Think about not freedom.

Think about not collar.

Think about not leash.

Think about happy.

Think about dumb.

Think about stupid.

Think about bimbo.

Think about whore.

Think about fun.

Think about brainless.

Think about blank.

Think about empty.

Think about serving.

Think about obedience.

You can do it, sweetie.

Daddy knows you can do it.

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#hypnosis #hypnokink #hypnotized #brainwashing #mind control #hypnopet #hypnoslut #hypnosub #bimboification #dumbification #why do tags not work consistently for me? #trancing #foggy trance

[aarcanechaoss]

Family Matters

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For anon ♡ - who should def write fic’s too … also you didn’t give me bubs name so I made one up.

A day for bonding?

No… scouting with the Armed Detective Agency. Some suspected ability user… whatever.

Ichiyo shoots Mori a glance- his response? A quick raise of his brow.

She can’t fucking go- she won’t and he knows it.

So she doesn’t.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Ranpo Edogawa is a brilliant man if he could say so himself.

Smart, amazing, praiseworthy really… so he couldn’t help himself when he commented on Higuchi’s absence. Not just that but how antsy she had been to not go- like she’d had some wonderous plan that couldn’t be delayed. He didn’t care… no but the small bag of sweets she’d just shoved into her pocket had piqued his interest.

And she was wearing casual clothes… interesting.

Their current scouting was boring him to no end- so why not scout something else.

“Hey look it’s Higuchi.” He said casually, pointing across the road as she walked into the nearby park.

Surprisingly its Akutagawa’s head that snaps that way first, granted with a frown etched on his features. Though that was followed by quickly by Tachihara and Dazai, the later looking particularly intrigued.

Deciding he’d had enough stalking the American man sat in a pub down the way Ranpo- without a word- crosses the street.

This would certainly be more interesting.

~~*~~

“Hello sweetheart.” Ichiyo knelt on the picnic blanket, arms spread wide as a small body collided with hers. Tufts of black hair loose and wild tickling her nose.

“Mum!” Her arms wrapped around Ichiyo’s neck tight. “Mum, let’s play!”

“You sure you don’t want to see what I bought first?”

“I sure do.” Her younger sister poked her tongue out. Ichiyo rolled her eyes, pulling a small bag of sweets from her pocket.

“Because you are a sweet treat I bought you a sweet treat.” The four year old’s face lit up like a lightbulb in excitement but she didn’t let go of her mother. “Want to play first?”

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips in thought. “Can I try one?”

“Yes Mai.” Ichiyo ruffled the girl’s hair as she opened the bag. Mai shoved in a hand, pulling out a Konpeitō. “Be careful.”

“Yes mum… it’s so sweet.” She giggled.

“Just like you.” Ichiyo’s sister snickered. “Hand me one too Chiyo.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes, passing her the bag too.

“Can we play now?” Mai pouted.

“What am I today?” Ichiyo grinned.

“Ummm.” Mai pressed a finger into her cheek as if thinking. She shot her mother and aunt a grin before pointing to Ichiyo. “A dragon!”

“A dragon? What about Auntie?”

“A knight and I’m the princess!”

~~*~~

It hadn’t taken long before all of their group bonding ended up across the road with Ranpo- who had found himself a shady spot far enough away that Higuchi hadn’t noticed a thing.

“Is that a kid?” Yosano had asked.

“Seems so.” Kunikida had hummed. “Perhaps she is the woman beside hers-”

“Nah that’s Big Sis’ little sister.” Tachihara said with a shrug. The group turned his way, questioning on their faces. “What? I live near a high school- I’ve seen Big Sis walk her there and asked her one time. I dunno her name though just that she’s Kyoka’s age.”

“Not to sound out of line.” Atsushi began.

“What?” Akutagawa grunted. “Spit it out.”

“I would if you would shut up.” Atsushi spat back. “Anyway… the girl looks like Higuchi.”

“So you are saying…” The Rashomon user’s mouth clicked shut at the elated giggle that echoed across the park. Higuchi was spinning the girl in the air.

“By my deduction.” Ranpo began. “That’s her daughter.”

“We can’t make assumptions Ranpo.” Kunikida berated.

“I don’t think just anyone would give kids hugs and kisses like that.” The Detective countered, pointing towards the group.

Ichiyo was pressing kisses to the girl’s cheeks, hugging her so tight it looked impossible to escape. The girl was laughing, happy to be held in Ichiyo’s arms… the group looked on fondly.

“I think we should leave now.” Hirotsu stated, turning on his heel. “Let her have family time.”

“I agree.” The ADA members chimed in, even Dazai was turning on his heel. The rest of the Black Lizard paused for a moment longer, noting how normal it was… a family.

Gin and Ryunosuke shared a look, a knowing look… family was precious no matter how it came about.

#bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs fluff #ichiyo higuchi

[girlgenius1111]

Hello! Me again!! Pretending to be reading this on Wattpad 🫣 I COMPLETELY missed the fact that you posted part 4... Whoops...

Ingrid cut her off. “María, darling, I love you, but take a breath.” You watched amused as Mapi literally took a deep breath at Ingrid’s instruction. “Okay, now go pick out a couple new mugs over there and then come back.”  - the gentle parenting 😌

“Good.” Ingrid said. “MARÍA, come here.” 

Mapi returned like a puppy being called back to its owner, with a single mug in her hands. - you need to STOP making me laugh, I know you're lulling me into a false sense of security just to trick me into crying after :(

You’d looked relieved, Ingrid felt relieved, and Mapi was just happy to be there. - Mapi is so Ken coded 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Mapi said casually, knowing exactly who was just a few steps from the family room. Sue her if she wanted to see Ingrid’s reaction to your tattoo. - HA Mapi is just trying to stir things up 🤭

“I’m not crying, I’m not. I’m just- tattoos are bad. Really bad. You shouldn’t have that. Tattoo. Of my number. On your body forever. My baby sister,” She trailed off, biting her lip when it began to tremble. - STOP MAKING ME FEEL THINGS. but this actually made me laugh out loud, "tattoos are bad. really bad." - © Ingrid Engen

Mapi laughed, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m just kidding, princesa, relax! God you sound like Alexia when I joked that I was going to tattoo Fresa when she was 12.  I thought Ale was going to hit me.”  - FRESA MENTIONNNN ‼️A WIN FOR THE GIRLIES ‼️

“We don’t have sex! We don’t! Abstinence is key!” Ingrid shouted after you, sighing heavily when she heard you laugh from the stairs. She turned to Mapi with a defeated look on her face. - well now I'm curious 👀👀 HAVE they had sex since Sol moved in?? Do they do it while she's asleep?? Do they call Frido to keep Sol occupied and away from the house??? The world needs answers 😤

"Please stop calling. I am focused on Solstråle right now. You’ve really hurt her, and neither of us are ready to talk to you yet. Please respect that." - ohhhh no. I can see where this is going. Poor Soli is about to get a really angry phone call isn't she? 😬

She wasn't sure why, but it suddenly felt like things might be okay from here on out. She would be wrong. - that is FOUL. Jail for girlgenius1111! Jail for girlgenius1111 for ONE THOUSAND YEARS.

“You’re ruining our family.” - that BITCH

When Ingrid opened the door, though, it wasn’t her teammate on the front porch. It was your father. - ummm PLOT TWIST???? Out of all the possibilities of who was at the door, I never thought of him

It was, of course, at this moment that you came down the stairs to fill up your water.- NOOO WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING TGIS TO ME :(((((( Don't you WANT Sol to be happy?!

They were downstairs, talking about how they didn’t want you, after spending so long lying and saying they did. - NO STOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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I got too into the fic, and forgot to take notes near the end. Take that as a compliment, because it was INCREDIBLE. I'm very glad you finally gave Sol her happy ending 🥺🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

god i live for things like this truly.

ingrid absolutely sees gentle parenting tiktoks and thing… this isn’t a bad idea. for my girlfriend.

heheheheh i like to make everyone giggle and then rip them in half with sadness

fresita mention 😇😇😇

LMAO well she’s been there for 6 months so they def have. they just have to be quiet. but ingrid always acts weird afterwards and sol knows exactly what’s gone on

i don’t want to go to jail 😔😔😔

that BITCH is exactly what i thought to myself AFTER writing that sentence

so glad i executed that plot twist well

i do want sol to be happy she just has to suffer a litttttle more first

getting too into the fic to take notes is the highest compliment that you could give i appreciate you very much nonny ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

ignore this let me rant about my surge playlist because i really love it

I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST SO MUCH IS SUCH A BANGER PLAYLIST I NEED TO PAINSTAKINGLY EXPLAIN TO YOU WHY I PUT EACH SONG ON IT EVEN IF ITS OBVIOUS

1. PINEAPPLE UPSIDE DOWN QUEEF JERKY, ethan is online

i dont think this majorly fits surge's character (other than the lady gaga meat dress part) but i think she'd probably do covers of queef jerky in universe (provided her life wasnt the way it is)

2. The Mind Electric Miracle Musical

i really love tally hall/miracle musical so um. dont be surprised to find them in a playlist of mine made after i started listening to them. the most commonly accepted theory is that its about someone being given electro shock therapy until they die/lose their mind, which (sort of) fits surge's story!!!

3. Modify Lemon Demon

the song is about extreme body mods. which kinda fits surge i guess.

4. Amnesia Was Her Name Lemon Demon

SHE DOESNT KNOW WHO SHE USED TO BE 🗣️‼️ SHE FORGOT 🗣️‼️

5. People Eater Sodikken

i think this song is meant to be about an abusive relationship??? it only very loosely fits but its a banger and i cant remove it

6. Fighter Jack Stauber

i dont think this song majorly fits either honestly but it can fit if you make it fit

7. ...Because I'm Young Arrogant And Hate Everything You Stand For Machine Girl

i cant hear most of the lyrics theyre screamed BUT I THINK SHE'D LIKE IT!!! also from what i can make out, it does fit

8. Ghost Machine Girl

this song's instrumental so it's entirely just 'well i think she'd listen to it and its a good song'

9. & Tally Hall

this song's about duality which doesnt majorly fit surge but absolutely sounds like something she'd listen to. also, later on in the playlist, there's A Lady which i added 2 months later which is a follow up of &.

10. Turn the Lights Off Tally Hall

urrrr it's about puberty and she's a teenager urrrr ummm

11. Doku Hakushi Hasegawa

this song barely fits BUT it sounds like something she'd like :D

12. SR20DET Blksmiith

instrumental but you CANNOT tell me she doesnt like breakcore and jungle

13. AM FM Vertigoaway

see above

14. Palmtree Panic - "B" Mix SEGA SOUND TEAM

ok so first of all this song actually is from sonic and second of all it sounds like trying to smile while wanting to scream which ig fits

15. Metallic Madness - "P" Mix SEGA SOUND TEAM

again, this is actually from sonic and also it sounds like something vaguely relating to surge

16. Oh Klahoma Jack Stauber

this song is about someone whose friend has social anxiety and they're trying to help them become social, which hurts not only the friend but the narrator themself. while not fully accurate, i could very easily imagine surge as the narrator and kit as the friend

17. Dead Weight Jack Stauber

similarly to oh klahoma, this is about someone who wants to be social but is unsure how. it doesnt really relate to surge but screw you jack stauber is a wonderful artist

18. The Dragon Game A Loud Scream SEGA SOUND TEAM

see 12, however with the addition of 'also its sonic team'

19. icosa Oliver Buckland

WOOHOO YIPPEE ENA!!!! (this song isnt FROM ena, but plays in auction day)

20. anemoia Oliver Buckland

ENAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO EXCITED FOR DREAM BBQ

21. God Race (Temptaion Stairway) Metaroom

ENA AND METAROOM ENA AND METAROOM ENA AND METAROOM

22. Kitty City Cyriak Harris

the animation to go with this has nothing to do with surge but i think the music gives surge vibes! ALSO its instrumental so you cant dispute that

23. Scrap Brain Zone Masato Nakamura

scrap brain zone, both as a song and as a stage, absolutely gives surge vibes. in sonic 1, im pretty sure every stage other than sbz and final zone has some form of natural element, and at the very least has happy sounding music. i also slightly associate scrap brain zone with overwhelming misery, due to the way it sounds, the name and also because when i first played sonic 1 i was stuck on it for ages omg

24. Unused Song (Sonic 2) Masato Nakamura

something about this song, including the fact it wasnt used, feels incredibly mysterious, which i mean you can link mystery to surge in a lot of ways

25. FAMILY GUY QUEEF JERKY, ethan is online

similar to the first one except its only 'i think surge would like queef jerky'. i dont know how you link this song to anything other than family guy.

26. A Lady Tally Hall

i think this surge vaguely fits surge and for some reason i cant help but picture this with surgamy. i mostly added it tho because i got mildly obsessed with it and had an excuse to add it seeing as & is in the playlist earlier

#sonic #surge the tenrec #my playlists!!! #(i dont typically make character playlists but i might in the future) #Spotify

[zukkaoru]

oh gosh i already know like. all of these but ummm here are some options!!!

outlaw queen or kunichuuzai for ship

umm if you’re in the mood to complain, kouyou x yosano (idk their ship name) or emma x hook for the do not ship!

also did you know that. ily.

hi corey did you know that. ily🥰 also i am not going to get into why i don't ship emma and hook today i think. that will only make me worse. so i will refrain.

kunichuuzai

What made you ship it?

kunidazai compelled me in season 1 and skk compelled me in season 2 and i was like well. dazai has two hands. and then the more i thought about the potential kunichuu dynamic, the more i was like you know what they ALL have two hands!!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

they could help each other heal...... can anyone hear me. they can be home for one another!! they can be the only ones who see each other as human!! they can be vulnerable around each other!! they can be gentle around each other!! they can build a home for themselves!! they can make each other better and help each other grow!!

but also. first they have to fight to get there. they have to overcome their differences and they have to struggle to make anything work when they're part of rival organizations and they have to decide whether or not this is worth the effort it's going to take and they have to realize that love is a choice that they will have to make over and over again. and i do really like when it starts as dazai being forced to accept that he wants both kunikida and chuuya. because dazai is so bad at wanting things but when it comes to this, he wants more than he thinks he can have which is cruel and unusual punishment except!! it's not impossible!! and in the end, he does get what he wants!! and it turns out even better than he could have ever expected!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

kunichuuzai is superior to skk. also i think there is underutilized potential in dazai and kunikida being together first and chuuya joining later BUT there is underutilized potential in kunichuuzai as a whole so. i am very happy to see any and all of it

-

outlaw queen

What made you ship it?

you're gonna bully me so hard for this but um. i actually watched ouat out of order. which i'm blaming on my parents bc they only let me start staying up to watch it when season 3 was airing even though my sisters got to stay up and watch it when they were like eight but it's FINE anyway. so i found out that robin was regina's soulmate at the same time regina did - during the scene in zelena's cabin. and i was like oh??👀 OH???? and everything was downhill from there basically

What are your favorite things about the ship?

they were each other's second chance.... they were soulmates..... regina's happy ending was finally feeling at home in the world and robin was a part of that world!!!!!!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

-

k.ousano

Why don’t you ship it?

i'm gonna be so real with you all. yosano would not be able to stand kouyou. i truly don't think yosano could ever be interested in someone who works so closely with mori. i don't think yosano would have an issue with dating someone from the mafia in general but specifically bc kouyou is an executive, and has (i believe) held that role longer than the rest of the executives, and clearly respects mori at least as a boss, i don't think yosano would be able to be in a relationship with her. i think that's something she would not be able to overlook. also i really don't think she would like how kouyou treated kyouka

What would have made you like it?

idk maybe if kouyou didn't like. just show up to be overly protective of kyouka in a very toxic way. and then disappear forever. but even then it would highly depend on how her character was potentially further developed and there's still the whole "mafia executive working closely with mori issue" ://

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

based on aesthetics and appearances alone, they are a very attractive ship. i cannot deny this. also i do thank k.ousano shippers for at least giving the female bsd characters some attention even if i disagree with the ship on a fundamental level and will likely never read fics for it. the fanart is very pretty. i do in fact often find myself wishing i shipped them just so i could actually fully appreciate the art & fics

#i have so many more thoughts on kunichuuzai actually i cut myself off there oghhhhh i love them so muchhhhh #ty for the ask corey ilyyyyyyy #ask game #corey tag

[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: chapter nine!

Warnings: a few curse words

Milly’s POV:

The next few days simply were amazing. I honestly forgot how amazing it is, to not worry about anything. Everything at work was going good, Niall was with me, I had Calum by my side and would meet his bandmates again after a couple of months of not having any contact with them.

I must admit that the thought of being filmed for hours creeped me out a little, but there would only be people who like me right? I sadly got the chance to experience the wrong sort of fans when me and Calum just started dating and fans sent death threads to me or told me, I didn’t deserve Calum.

Since then, me and him try to stay out of the media as much as we can, never really seen together.

So today will be an important milestone, not only for the band, but for me as well. ————————

Instead of getting ready for visiting Micheal and choose my outfit, I sat on my desk in my little home office. Literally staring at my computer, I read the same email from my colleague over and over again. She’s joking right? It can’t be true.

I'm a self employed lawyer with an own law firm together with another lawyer who over the few years became a very good friend of mine. I was happy with my work, my work environment and my colleague.

But this email here right in front of me showed that she had a different opinion.

"Hello Mildred, I am truly sorry that I even have to write this email. I have to tell you that I have to quit my job and sign over my part of the law firm to you, making you the only owner. At the moment, I don’t feel comfortable enough to talk about my situation right now, just know that I'm fine… maybe we can arrange a meeting in the future. I'm sorry."

The only owner of the company? No, no, no! So much work, managing all the client at once, changing the logo, the website, getting a new name…. It’s too much! Hiding my face in my hands, silent tears streamed down my face. I knew, I'd have to search for a new colleague or I need to quit my job too, I won’t be able to manage everything alone, or I'll end up working 14 hours per day.

Being a lawyer was my dream since- ever.

Losing that would be like losing a fight you never knew you had. Losing a fight, a battle, against myself.

What should I do now?

WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?!

"Milly?" Calum shouted from the bathroom. 30 minutes ago, I told him, I just have to check something for my new client on my laptop before I get ready.

I indeed got a new client. It was a dad, who never knew he had a child with his teenage love. That girl is 17 now and wants to spend time with her dad as much as he wants to. Problem is: the mother sees the man as evil and doesn’t want her kid near him. Very interesting case, I must say.

But right when the monitor had lit up, the email from Melissa (my colleague) had popped up.

Well, we all knew how that turned out: sitting in my office, the make-up I already put on for the stream was ruined thanks to the crying. Why? Why do I have to get the mail now? Now, that I already have so much drama with my family and feel stressed because of the search.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Calum's footsteps getting closer and closer to the office door until he knocked and shortly after opened the door, scaring the hell out of me.

"Cal!", I shouted, "What are you doing?"

The confused look on his face said it all: My make-up looked hopelessly destroyed.

"Ummm… well, maybe I should ask you that question." He slowly made his way to me, sitting on the chair next to my desk.

The room that I now call my home office had been Calum’s recording room first, before we decided to move all his stuff to my old office and change rooms. He needed more space, I never needed as much as I had in the old room. I got to paint the walls in a soft baby blue and hang up lots of pictures of me and mum, me and Louis, me and the twins, me and Lottie, me and Calum, but I’m most thankful for the beautiful picture I have from Félicité and me just a month before she passed at an Ed Sheeran concert in Sheffield. Me and Fiz always were like bubblegum and marceline. Two completely opposites, but soul sister. Sadly, our connection was cut off way too soon. She deserved so many more years together with me.

Calum wrapped his arms around me from behind as he scanned the text on my computer right in front of him.

"These are great news sweetie! Why are you feeling down?" He asked, having a huge smile on his face. Even though I was very confused by his reaction, I answered him.

"We both know, I'm not as good as Melissa when we’re talking about being a lawyer. How should this work?" I got more and more upset, did he seriously think, I could manage this alone?

"Hold up, what did you say?" He responded, tightening his grip around my waist. "You are the best lawyer ever!"

Of course he immediately noticed the hesitation on my face, so he added: "Before you get the chance to deny it, let me ask you, why is it that you constantly got more clients than Melissa since the very start of the company?" He had a huge smile on his face.

"Calum! That is not true!" Cause it wasn’t. Me and her always got the same amount of clients. But that’s still beside the actual point of this.

"The thing is, I won't be able to handle a full law firm on my own. It’s impossible." I tried explain my point of view to him, knowing he most likely won’t agree with me. Cause, you know… he’s Calum. The man, who will never accept it whenever I say, I can’t do something.

"We will find a way, sweetie." He let out a soft sigh and grabbed my arm to lift me up from the chair. "Come on, put your favorite sweater on and a sweatpants and meet me in the living room."

This man never fails to confuse me, but make me happy at the same time. "Am I allowed to ask, why you are not in a hurry for the twitch stream?"

He shook his head. Of course. "Let me handle that, you have enough to worry about." With that, he left the room and I heard his feet on the stairs, heading downstairs.

With a huge smile on my face, I slowly walked to our shared bedroom and get something to wear (yes, a sweater and sweatpants) and made sure to use lots of make up remover so the ruined mascara comes off of my face. I'd never leave the house without putting enough make-up on because I always have been insecure about my imperfect skin with all the pimples. But Calum loved them. He loved me, especially the true me without any makeup.

Calum’s POV:

He would never admit it, but he secretly was actually happy that he doesn’t have to go to Micheal and do the stupid stream. He doesn’t want nasty comments about his girlfriend, who apparently didn’t deserve him.

Now, he can instead do a cosy date night with the person he loves most.

Standing in the kitchen, he prepared lots of snacks for them and made sure it'll look all nice and delicious.

He always knew when Milly needs comfort. Right now, she was just freaked out and had no idea how to do it, but sooner or later Calum knew she will realize that she’s so incredible and can achieve anything if she just believes in herself.

"You are the best, do you know that?" He heard Milly say behind him. He turned around to take a look at her and couldn’t help but smile like an idiot when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, despite her 'bad' skin. Stepping two steps forward so he could stand right in front of her, he gave her a soft kiss and hugged her right after it.

"What are we watching today?" He and Milly watched tons of rom-cons and were the biggest netflix junkies.

"You choose" He loved it even more, when Milly chose what to watch.

"Umm… I heard something about a film called "The kissing both". Should we watch that one?" She suggested and Calum tried hiding the fact that he just watched that film when she wasn’t there and everyone was worried about her.

He'll just watch it again. It’s gonna be more fun with her together anyways.

"That sounds amazing, let’s watch it then!" Calum responded, lifting the snack from the kitchen table to take it into the living room and wrapped his other arm around his girlfriends waist.

They sat down on the sofa and made themselves comfortable. While Calum tried to find the movie and start it so they could watch it, Milly asked him the question standing between them, creating this awkward silence.

"And you’re really okay with staying at home with me? You can go if you want…"

Oh no. Calum thought, knowing that Milly, again, figured she was holding him back from meeting his friends.

"Mills, I hope you don’t think, that I'm unhappy spending the evening with you here. I love you, okay?" He made a small pause, clicking on the right keys on the remote control so the movie would finally start. Why did it take so long to find it today? "And I care about you, more than you'll probably ever be able to know. If you are uncomfortable and sad, I'm staying home, period." He just really wanted her to realize, she’s worth of love and worth of being cared about. She deserved everything. If Calum would be able to do that, he'd give her the world (and if he could, even the whole universe). Still focused on the TV and his mission to START THE MOVIE FOR GODS SAKE, he didn't notice the exact moment tears started to form in Milly’s eyes. It was only till he looked over to her, he saw the red eyes and the tears on her cheeks.

He softened his gave and let go of the remote control, causing it to fall down onto the little table, the sound echoing through the whole room, before he fully turned his whole body to his girlfriend and embraced her, making sure not to let go of her first. That’s what a good boyfriend does when his significant other cried, right?

She continued to cry in his arms. "I don’t deserve you. You are too good for me." Hugging him longer, she added a quiet "You make me all soft and mushy inside, you know that?" She whispered, confusing Calum. Was he supposed to take that last sentence as a compliment?

"Umm… that is a good thing, right?" He just had to make sure.

"Of course! You melt me, idiot!" She thankfully said, laughing uncontrollably. "Did you seriously think, I was insulting you?" Milly asked, giving him a questioning look.

"I don’t know what I thought, but thanks for the compliment I guess?"

"You know, you remind me of your 16 year old version right now, when we met in Lukes living room and he introduced you to me. You also were that awkward back then."

Calum couldn’t help himself, but laugh like a literal idiot.

He did remember that.

And she was right. God, he had been such an awkward boy. How did she even fall in love with a person as strange as him?

"To my defense, you were 3 years older than me and I immediately fell in love with you when I saw you. Of course I acted a little strange." It was true, he had felt the little sparkle in his chest grow bigger and bigger as Milly had continued to introduce herself to Micheal and him. It never stopped from there.

"Not only a little strange. A little much." She responded with a huge smile on her face, trying to hold back the laughter.

"Okay, enough. I feel humiliated." Calum loved making Milly smile with his sarcasm. These little funny moment when they’re messing with each other were his absolute favorite in their relationship anyways. It made him realize over and over again what she means to him and how boring his life would be without her by his side.

"Fine, since you can’t seem to start the movie, let me try it." She said, aggressively grabbing the remote control.

The rest of the night, they spend with watching the movie, talking about Calum’s tour and album and Milly’s new client and his current situation.

Oh how much he loved this woman.

Milly’s POV:

The next days were going by pretty slowly. I had to organize so much stuff in order to become the only owner of the company. It was a big and scary step, I never thought about having to take. But here I was, thinking about a new name for the law firm, changing the website, arranging a date for Melissa to sign her part of the company over to me.

Thankfully, Calum was allowed to follow along and come with me to the appointment. He helped me relax a bit.

The day after our movie night, he told me, he talked Micheal into changing the official date for the live stream and make it around 2 weeks later.

Unluckily, it was the exact day of the appointment with Melissa. Means, we wouldn’t get time to chill and think about the newest changes and directly had to drive to Micheals house and join the stream (that, by the way, already started).

We both obviously weren’t amused by it, but what should we do?

————————————

"You okay?" Calum asked me, as we sat in his car after the appointment with my ex-colleague.

I was the only owner of my law firm.

My dream.

But it felt different than I imagined it 10 years ago.

"Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?" I responded.

"Milly, I can hear your heavy breathing, that isn’t a panic attack right?"

I had told Calum a few days ago about that moment where I got these flashbacks and nearly fainted. He thinks it was a panic attack.

I doubt it.

But he strongly believes it.

"No, just start driving. I'm okay." The truth was, I did feel a bit fuzzy, but it was a lot to process. Moments like that (big changes in my life) never had been easy for me to handle.

Calum grabbed my hand and slid his fingers through mine, making sure I knew he was there for me. I gave him a little smile as a response to his sweet gesture.

Arriving in front of Micheals house, he didn’t let go of my hand, even as Micheal opened the door, hugged both of us and leaded us inside to the room, filled with Luke, Ashton and Niall. All three of them smiled at us as we entered the room right behind Micheal.

"Look who we have here!" Micheal shouted and sat down on a chair, gesturing me and Calum to sit down between Niall and Luke on a red sofa.

"The famous Calum Hood and Milly Tomlinson!" Both of us waved to the screen and sat down on the sofa.

"You good?" Was the first thing Niall said to me. Did I look bad or something or why does everyone ask me that?

"Yeah, of course. Does something not look alright?"

He shrugged. "I don’t know, you just look a little pale and nervous. That’s all.“

I told Niall about my poor situation at work when he visited us 2 days ago to work on some music with Calum and the other boys.

"I own the company now." I said, not sure if the viewers on the stream could hear our quiet conversation.

The time passed by, I sat cuddled into Calum, not saying much on the stream. I admit that the thing overwhelmed me a little in combination with my new work situation and just was happy when I could finally go home.

The first thing I did, as soon as I returned home, was taking a shower and get into more comfortable clothes before I walked over to our bedroom and found Cal lying on his bed scrolling on his phone.

"Milly, the people love us.“ I gave him a confused look. What? They never liked me.

"What do you mean?" I responded, crawling into bed, to have a look at his phone.

"Micheal sent me screenshots from some comments on his instagram post where he thanked them for the awesome stream."

Looking over at his phone, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

"Millum = cutest couple ever"

"I hope Milly and Calum get married some day."

"Milly cuddled into Calum, literally couple goals."

"If my future boyfriend doesn’t treat me like Calum treats Milly, I don’t want him."

"Omg guys, did you see the small gestures Milly and Calum exchanged throughout the stream?"

Were only some of the best ones I could find.

"I love your fans, they’re the best." I said, handing the phone back to him.

"And I'm happy that they love my princess."

Yeah, I officially melted.

And that night, I made a decision.

I won't give up. Not yet.

I'll continue finding my parents.

Without googling their names though, it simply stressed me out too much and I won’t find out anything anyways, right?

There are other ways. I could for example just go back to the neighborhood where they lived years ago and try meet neighbors who maybe knew them.

I just needed to know more about the mysterious Holly Mathilda Vacker and Arthur Vacker.

My parents.

#maddys fanfic

[i-am-baechu]

Warnings: Sexual tension and heated make out

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“I can’t believe you Mae...Oh my god.” 

She let out a chuckle as she got up from the couch to sit next to Y/N at the dinner table. She wrapped her arm around her shoulders as Y/N continued to stare at the table with a red face, “I’m sure he liked it. I had to do something before I leave.”

Y/N looked up from the table and gave Mae a sad look, “I’m going to miss you but I’m happy your going to see Yoongi.” 

Mae nodded her head and cuddled into her shoulder with a frown, “This is the first time we're going to be away from each other. Like in different countries.” 

“But you need to see him...I can see how much you miss him and it makes me sad to see you so sad.” 

“I do miss him. It's crazy how attached I am to him. I never thought I would be so into someone like him but here I am.” Mae got up from her shoulder and pinched her cheek, “I hope you have fun on your date. You deserve it, it's been a long time since you had a date.”

“I’m really nervous. Jin kept telling me that this date is going to change my relationship with Jungkook but I don’t know. I just don’t understand why me...”

Mae shook her head at this and flicked her forehead making her wince at the pain, “Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out. You care for people and the kindness you show to people is rare to see these days. Don’t think so low of yourself, please.” 

Y/N nodded her head and took another glance down at her dress, “Okay... Do you have everything packed?”

“Yes and honestly I think I packed too much clothes but I want Yoongi to see me in my short skirts.”

“I didn’t want to hear that Mae.” 

There was a knock on the door and Mae stood next to the chair, clapping her hands, “Oh, I’m so excited for you. Have a good time and if you don’t, just tell me and I’ll kill him.” 

“Mae, don’t kill him. Text me when you get to the airport and on the plane. If you can, call me when you get to Korea.”

“I will. Go have fun, I love you.” 

“I love you too, be safe when you're boarding the plane.” 

She waved at Mae as she slowly made her way to the door. Mae went inside her room but kept her door open to spy on the couple. Before Y/N opened the door, she took a deep breath and slowly opened it. She saw a nervous Jungkook muttering to himself in a white dress shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, his black jeans with chains hanging off his hip and his black boots, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. She smiled at this and tilted her head when she saw that he didn’t notice the door was open, “Kook...”

He snapped out of it and looked at her with wide eyes. Her body looked even better in person and she looks so beautiful. Fuck her legs look so good in that dress and oh my fucking good she has stockings on. He let out a small cough and handed her the flowers with a red face avoiding her glance, “I remember you saying your favorite were yellow roses...so, ummm...here.” 

She blinked her eyes when yellow was the only thing she saw. She took the flowers out of his hand and closed her eyes to smell them, making Jungkook smile, “They smell so fresh. Thank you, Kook. I’ll put this in my bed, I’ll be back.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be here.”

She nodded her head and turned around to do what she said she was going to do. As she walked away, Jungkook couldn’t help himself and he looked her up and down. The dress itself made her curves look more defined and the corset made her breast look even more voluptuous, especially with the dainty necklace around her neck to draw his full attention. He watched her go through her door and a small cough was heard in the room. He turned his head to see Mae standing there with a smirk, “I helped her pick that dress out. You're welcome.” 

Jungkook scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, shouldn’t you get ready to go to the airport?” 

“Shouldn’t you not eye fuck my best friend.”

The two glared at each other and Y/N walked back in with big innocent eyes looking between Jungkook and Mae, “Is everything okay?”

Mae nodded her head and gave her a flying kiss, “Have fun, Y/N. Jungkook bye, stupid bitch.”

Jungkook's mouth went wide and went to say something but Y/N grabbed his hand to stop him from saying something, “Are you Ready?”

He blinked his eyes and shook his head from staring at her, “Yeah.”

He tightened his grip in her small hand and flashed her his bunny smile making her heart flutter. She turned around and gave a getly wave to Mae as she returned it with a soft look and she was off. The two walked down the hall making small talk and as they moved down the hall, he kept glancing at her trying to remember every detail of her face because having a day off was rare in his life. They entered the big van and Jungkook wrapped his arm over her shoulders as he placed his forehead on hers, “Are you excited?” 

She looked down avoiding his eyes and gave a gentle nod, “I am...it’s been awhile since we went out together. Also, Namjoon told me that you kept drinking tea, are you okay?”

He leaned away and leaned back in the seat, letting out a loud groan, “Why would he tell you that?”

She let out a small laugh and gently placed her hand on top of his thigh, rubbing it slowly, “I’m sure he was just worried about you. Are you okay?” 

He glanced down at her hand moving up and down his thigh. His breath hitched at the feeling and he had to stop all his mind from being clouded by her. He placed his hand on top of her and let out a small cough, “I-I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

“What type of tea was it?” 

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t remember. I just took it out of Jin’s bag.”

“You stole it from Jin.” 

“Took, stole, borrowed, eh.” 

As the car continued to make its way to the restaurant, Jungkook learned more things about Y/N and vice versa. He learned that she would drink tea rather than coffee, she loved baking but only cooked when she saw it necessary, and how she loved mornings and hated nighttime. She learned that he was going to get more tattoos and even discussed piercings, the upcoming single, the difficult dance practices he had to endure, and how he would love to make her dinner one day. This resulted in her kissing his cheek gently and him kissing her forehead in return. 

When the car stopped she turned towards the window to glance at the restaurant but was stopped by Jungkook. He gently turned her head to make her look back at him with her innocent eyes, “It's a surprise.” 

She nodded her head and watched his hand move away with a nervous look, “Are we in the back of the restaurant?” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t want people seeing us. Not that I’m embarrassed of you, its just, I don’t want people coming up to me.”

“No, No, I get it. I’m not mad, I just wanted to know.”

“Let me open your door and we'll head in.” 

She gave him a small nod and watched him leave the car with a small smile. The two entered a restaurant but one of the waiters showed them a set of stairs behind a door. She glanced at him and raised her eyebrow, “Where does this go?”

“Wait and see.” 

He grabbed her hand and headed up the stairs slowly, to make sure she wouldn’t fall. When the waiter opened the door she was met with a small blanket that was the perfect view of the city with a basket that had bread and wine. She smiled when she saw grapes, peaches, and lady fingers; happy that he remembered her favorite things. 

She turned towards Jungkook with a small smile as he returned the look, “This is so romantic.” 

“I thought it would be perfect for a first date.” 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead as the two made their way to the blanket saying their thank yous to the waiter. He poured her a glass of cranberry juice as she didn’t drink and handed it to her as she shyly hid her face behind her glass. He poured himself a glass of wine and brought his wine up in a toast, “To new beginnings?” 

She looked up at him and nodded her head at this. She brought her glass up and gently hit his glass as he gave her a bunny smile, a smile that gives her butterflies, “To new beginnings...” 

The dinner itself was a very calm and successful one. They talked about random things and Jungkook would feed her the pasta they had for dinner. They watched the sky change from light to dark and the city lights came alive. He watched the city lights and the candles on her smooth skin and he couldn’t help himself from rubbing Y/N’s thigh gently (she let him of course). She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked down and it gave him the perfect view of chest. He bit his lip and looked away making her look up with a raised eyebrow, “Neh, Kook...is everything okay? You seem cold, you're kinda shaking.” 

He shook his head and looked down at her but made sure his eyes never left hers, “I’m fine, you're just really pretty.”

She gave him a shy smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I think you're really handsome. Kook, can I tell you something...”

He watched her go back to her spot and saw her looking forward into the city lights with her face slightly red, “Yeah, anything, Y/N.”

“I really like your tattoos and I don’t know why but they make me feel warm...” 

He smirked at her, making her look away in a shy manner. He brought his fingers up to her chin making her look at him with a bright red face, “Oh, really? Are you going to show me your tattoo one day?” 

She looked past his head and nodded her head, “My tattoo on my hip...maybe. I just really like your tattoos though, it matches you.” 

He imagined the tattoo on her hip bone and it caused a shiver to go down his back, “What’s the tattoo?”

“Oh, it's just a small daisy. My mom and grandma love daisies and I got it when my grandma passed away.” 

“That’s beautiful. Most of my tattoos are for my members, friends, family, and things I like. Maybe one day I’ll get one for you.” He leaned down until his hot breath was on her lips and she closed her eyes thinking he was going to kiss her but she opened them when she felt nothing. Jungkook smirked at her and went to her ear to whisper, “Just wait until the future,-” He leaned away as she blinked her eyes rapidly and looked away from his stare, God she's so cute. “-I have a question for you, Y/N.”

She looked back at him with curious eyes and nodded her head, “Yes?” 

He swallowed some spit and grabbed her hands making her look at him with those big eyes she always has, “Y/N, I-I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to take you out on dates like this all the time, hold you whenever I can, and kiss you. Will you let me have the honor to be your boyfriend?” 

“You-you want to be my boyfriend? You want to be with me?” 

He let out a small chuckle when he saw her shocked face, “Of course I want to be with you.” 

“Are you sure? It’s just, your famous and so handsome-”

“Y/N, you're the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life. I already told you, I don’t care about you going to college. That doesn’t bother me at all.”

She nodded her head but continued to avoid his stare, “What happens if your fans found out and hurt me? They might get disappointed with how I look...” 

“I would never let that happen,-” He leaned forward and brought her head into his chest making her gasp at the sudden movement, “I will protect you no matter what and I will do anything for you. If you allow me to. Y/N, just know I think your beautiful and fuck I have to hold back whenever I see you.” 

She looked up at him with a small smile as she leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips causing him to be shocked, “I will love to be your girlfriend, Kook.”   

He blinked his eyes at how fast he pecked his lips and she gave him a shy smile. He gave a smile in return but he did something that made her let out a surprise scream. He pinned her onto the blanket and she looked up at him with wide eyes as he gave her a smirk, “If you're going to kiss me, do it right.” 

He pressed his lips onto hers and her heart was screaming with happiness at his soft lips. Her nervousness with the kiss slowly changed into warmth in her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him in more. It turned into a heated kiss and Y/N knew her hands were shaky from how intense the kiss was. He brought his hands up and down her body making a small moan come out from her. Jungkook was basically on top of her now and he gave her a small grind into her core making another moan come out from the sensation. He removed himself from her and looked down at her dazed expression with a smirk, “Thank you for letting me be your boyfriend.” 

“The-Thank you for wanting to be with me...” 

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Chapter fourteen: Yours 💜 ~

↜ Masterlist ↝

¤━¤“Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.”¤━¤

tag list:

@hannahdinse8 @princess172 @bbl32 @gloomy-k

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts series #i fell in love with a girl group stan #bts social media au

[anthonyjlockwood]

Hehehe.... 📃👽😚🌈🔪🥚😊?(sorry for the spam, feel free to return the favor, lol!)

thanks for the questions!!! 💕

📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

there's more than one way to lose your mind was inspired by three of kira's fics... that horrible one where she makes luke FORGET everything (ugh god i'm sorry for even linking it /lh /hj), and also those fluffy juke poems she wrote (we love the versatility lol) @fandomscraziness22

👽 Strangest fic you ever written?

are any of my fics strange? lol... i don't think so... but i'll pick "chance won't come every single day (so don't throw it away)", aka bakery fic, because that actually, sort of has plot?? and that's strange for me 😂

😚 A fic you liked writing more than other fics?

honestly, i loved writing "you took me by surprise and left me falling like rain" lol. i don't know why exactly, it was just such a smooth writing process compared to how things usually go and i got it done pretty fast and i love how it turned out!

🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?

angst!! sadness!! i also prefer canon compliant fics over AU's, i think, because there's generally less to think about as far as background information and plot and stuff. and i've been really into like, torn apart relationships and regrets and forgiveness and exes-slash-enemies-to-lovers, but that's maybe because i've been working on bakery so much lol

🔪 The fic/chapter that hurt the most to write?

ummm... i think other people are usually more hurt by my fics than i am 😂 but there's this one i haven't published yet that wasn't a super great time tbh.

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

do i have a fic equivalent of @valiantlyweepingdreamer's cinnamon gum...? 😂 i just sat here for several minutes but i genuinely cannot think of one lol. i do put little easter eggs, or nods to personal things in my life, into my fics, but i don't expect or necessarily "hope" people will notice them, because obviously they wouldn't know what to look for. so i guess the answer is... half yes?

😊 The fic that you’re the most proud of?

the "and sooner or later, it's over" series! three fics that (i'm pretty sure) i had the original idea for on my own, then wrote them one after the other in only a few days. the universe gave me words, i liked the words, and other people liked the words! it has a clear beginning, middle, a significant meaning that's really close to my heart, AND A HAPPY ENDING! WE LOVE TO SEE IT ACTUALLY

#ask games #answered asks

[moonswolfie]

Drunk and smitten

Timeskip!Oikawa x fem!reader

Spoiler warning!!

In vino veritas/drunken confessions are lowkey some of my favourite tropes (but then again I love like every single trope ever)

Also I use a name insert once in this fic

Your night took an unexpected turn when you were suddenly called by Oikawa's team captain to take him home from the bar. Why he gave the captain your number to call, you have no clue.

They won a game today and decided to celebrate by drinking their butts off at the bar you were currently driving to. While you were annoyed that you had to interrupt your nightly routine to drive your drunk crush back to his house you couldn't just leave him there.

You pulled up to the bar, sighing. You walked in to find the entire Argentinian team getting up to drunk shenanigans. Furrowing your brows, you searched the place for Oikawa who was you found over on the counter with flushed cheeks.

You went up to him and poked him. "Oi, I'm here to take you home."

He slowly turned to look at you, confusion spreading across his face. "...Who are you?" he asked, words slurred.

"I don't have time for this, I'm taking you home." you pulled on his arm, and he slowly got up, wobbling. You had to catch him so he wouldn't tumble to the ground.

"Oh..." he seemed awfully dazed as you dragged him out the bar and placed him into the backseat of your car. Damn, he must be really drunk if he isn't even complaining about how he can do it himself.

He didn't even buckle his seatbelt on his own and you grumbled, strapping him in as if he's a toddler before getting back in the driver's seat and driving off.

He was oddly quiet during the ride, staring at you through the rear-view mirror with a strange, enamoured look on his face. He seemed to be really drunk and you didn't feel comfortable with leaving him alone in his own house, so you supposed you could take him in for the night.

He might say something funny that you can tease him with after.

So you came back to your place, dragging Oikawa out of the car and unlocking the door.

"This isn't my house..." he said, looking at you with suspicion.

"It's my house. I'm keeping you here for the night because I don't wanna find you dead the next morning." you said, pushing him down on your couch once you entered.

"Why would I die?" he asked, blank faced.

"Because drunk people do stupid things." you said as you poured a glass of water for him to drink.

"I'm not that drunk..."

"Sure you're not." you handed him the water and he took it, drinking slowly. You had to admit, he was sorta cute when drunk.

He was staring at you again, and you raised an eyebrow in question.

"You know... you kinda remind me of someone." he said, poking your cheek. Hmm, where is this going?

"Who?" you asked, hand on your chin. You were really interested in what he was going to say next. He closed his eyes, smiling slightly.

"Of this one girl I like... You look just like her..."

You didn't know what to think at that moment. Should you be hopeful, interested, worried, dissapointed or something else entirely? So you stayed silent, gazing at his smile.

"You have the same eyes, and the same hair, and the same face... God, I love her..." he sighed, opening his eyes slightly to look at you.

"She pisses me off sometimes, but it's like I can never get enough... Her smile is so beautiful.... I want to tell her how much I love her..."

You were properly blushing right now. There's no way he means you, does he?! "Ummm, Tooru, who are you talking about?" you had to know, you had to confirm. Otherwise this conversation would eat away at you for the rest of your days.

"Her name is [Name], do you know her...?" he asked, smiling like an idiot. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. No way. You felt like jumping around and screaming into a pillow from happiness right now.

"I... am her." you said, words muffled slightly by the hand over your mouth. His eyes opened fully, and he leaned closer to inspect you up close. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"...I love you." he said, kissing your cheek all of a sudden. This drunk idiot! He can't just kiss you out of nowhere like that!

"Will you be my.... girlfrie.....nd..." he barely managed to finish the sentence before falling back and passing out on your couch, leaving you there, staring at him with a bright red face.

This was certainly not the kind of thing you expected to hear tonight. Maybe it was worth it to go pick him up after all.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru x y/n #drunk confessions #x female reader