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boxwinebaddie · 5 months

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WIAT UNCLE NINA WHYD YOU DELETE THE PETE DAVIDSON ASK IT WAS MINE AND I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO READ IT LMFSOFJFJ

aaaaaah! *hides* you caught me!

there she is officer, the repeat offense tweet/ask deleter!

that crook!

i know, i know, i know. :( i'm sorry, nonnie. it's a bad habit of mine.

please know it had NOTHING to do with your ask ( which i thought was so funny and accurate, which is why i answered it so quickly )

i just...haven't felt very good about the things i have written lately? i feel like my answers have been badly written/characterized, chaotic, uninspired and not saying...the things i want them to say? which stresses me out, starts a spiral and reckless anon/tweet deleting.

if it means anything, i had your ask message copied, was going to resend it to my blog and answer it Better, but to hold myself accountable, i'm gonna answer it now in hopefully a less messy and weird way. ( i also stress-deleted the kyle ask about him getting compliments because i didn't like my answer -- i'll reanswer it too )

but yes, RM!kenny aka mcwhoremick aka skeleKen is the ncu rem(ember) universe pete davidson.

or...has slept w/ him at least.

lowkey, this ask is making me rethink short kenny because i feel like a lot of pete davidsons energy rests on him being tall and having BDE. however, you can probably still be short and have bde. answer later.

but, like i said in the former ask, i kind of wanted to go into it a lot later because rm is supposed to reveal it slowly, but you're all smart, i'm sure you can pick up what i've been trying to put down about cd.

plus, i've been feeling so bad about my writing ( 6 in particular :/ i don't like the structure ) that i fear its gonna take us to get to the places i want to go with the characterization so

looks can be deceiving and cd is punkrockstar boyband proof of that.

they all kind of have Shitcks they're supposed to follow and kenny's is that they are the ~mysterious~ offputting entity in the back, wears the skeleton face that leaves everyone wondering what lies beneath it, doesn't talk very much, is secretive/shadowy, has elusive energy.

( i am leaning towards the concept that no one in public has seen kenny without the Skeleton Mask on...not sure yet but...hmmm... )

but...of course, kenny is kenny. kenny is playful, loud and rowdy and promiscuous, so out of pocket and the life of the gd party. so the second they are off stage, the mask comes off and kenny says 8000 curse words, starts gyratin & is back to being on their worst behavior.

speaking of their worst behavior, kenny is always doing some fuckshit. theyre constantly on a coke on someones yatcht, in some celebrity, in some music execs pants, in someone's daugther, usually college fangirls, like...every cd intern they've ever had. all quit. bc of kenny. not b/c they scared them, but bc they fell in love with them...

and kenny does NOT do commitments. kenny is like a revolving door. the tabloids reflect this. kenny is in there a lot with different celebs. its a whole mess, tbh. also no one knows how to describe them. ooh~

as a result of being messy, kenny gets into a lot of predicaments, or misses meetings/gets into trouble and raven covers for them...ALOT.

tldr: management is pretty sick of kennys shit and is This Close to getting them kicked out of the band ( like they were doin really sloppy shit ) and ravenstan...as the lead singer/face of the band is pretty much untouchable...so he can get away with a lot more so a lot of the time...raven just Covers kenny to save their ass from gettin kicked/in trouble and says that a lot of the fucked up shit kenny does is...Him.

raven is indisposible, but everyone else can be replaced is the gist.

which is :((( because you know it makes sense for chapter 2-5 Raven of Crimson Dawn to be a coke-fiend, party boy, bad influence, live wire, fight-starting, devil may care celebrity a-hole...but as rm readers and stan stans, know: ravenstan is Gods Sweet Angel who cries 24/7, picks up plants from the farmers market, is very kind to his fans, has hit someone once/broke his hand FOR KENNY, and spends his time otherwise watching anime and not...Lotharioing.

( it is also why kenny more than owed raven the favor of covering him so he could go on his #hate with kyle...which they Did ofc... tbh i wish you guys could have heard the other half of that phone call bc kenny was being so fucking funny and being so unhinged/moaning on the phone to freak ravenstan out...but the griefing, while light hearted, also came from a place of overprotectiveness, kenny was Concerned abt that whole Thing...more on that later...their rela is...interestin. )

buuuut that's what happens when you're the lead singer of the band. You're That Guy. so because stenny is soulbonded kenny protects stan bc he is sweet/fragile and stan protects kenny because theyre abrasive and constanly starting shit. and because stan frontmans the band anything anyone in crimson dawn does kind of falls on his shoulders and he carries it like its air but sigh...tell me atlas, whats heavier the world or people's hearts? i hate it here :((( my baby. </3

TLDR kenny is constantly pulling ppl. skeet davidson, bde energy. their list of trysts is a mile long like their...

you know. ;)

-uncle nina, kenny skeet davidson enthusiat and apologist

p.s. i feel like kenny basically has what kathryn in cruel intentions for her blow -- except it might be an upside cross ( or its still right side up and ironic ) and it looks like a rosary but its FULL of coke omg rip

p.s.s. i do think this is interesting because kenny has the coke necklace, ravenstan has the red heart vial and jimmy...also has a necklace...if you ask me very nicely i'll give you a little gossip on it ;)

#ok this is maybe too much i might have said too much #but god knows when im gonna finish this fic u guys and i have so much to say abt it but its so hard to write #but im sure u kinda got the gist #kenny is so pete davidson the fans are so curious and obsessed w them they have ENERGY #WHAT IS UNDER THE MASK HELLO #they ask other celebrities theyve been with abt it and all their answers are different its their mysterion moment #ALSO AHHH BC THE RAVEN COVERED FOR KENNY WHEN THEY HAD THIS MAJOR COKE SCANDAL #SO EVERY MEDIA OUTLET ITS WRITING ABT RAVEN DOING COKE WHICH SUCKS ACTUALLY SO BAD #like raven drinks a lot and def has had some public intoxication things and britney breakdowns #but idk i think that was pretty bad and kenny would have gotten in a lot of trouble and shit for it it was like the last strike #so raven just took the Blame for it and ahhhh....i hate it here #stan and kennys relationship in rm is like one of my fav ones its also so complicated theres a lot of layers #as u guys saw in ch3 when kyles name came up kenny got...weird...like very weird...if we rem(ember) that...#lots to unpack i hope i can get there #if i cant in like 2-3 months im just leaving an entire rm expose and going on live and telling u guys the whole thing like a bedtime story #SORRY I DELETED YOUR ASK I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE SORRY IT WASNT FUNNY #raven do be covering for kenny and crying and throwing up the whole time too like kENNY THAT WAS SO SCARY THEY YELLED AT ME ;-; </3 #kenny bribes him w taco bell tho & it works every single time #they are like codependent its so bad omg #mcwhoremick skeleken please just one chance

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rxmye · 6 days

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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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chososlilprincess · 4 months

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last part of virgin!Choso<3 (im gonna write more for him tho, just in other scenarios!!) other parts here: part 1 part 2 part 4

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Virgin Choso who stands on his small balcony, looking over the city, a grey cloud creeping out between his lips.

Choso had taken up smoking. He’d asked Leiri about it when he’d seen her doing it, and she’d told him it helped her to relax. he’d bought a pack right after that. The first couple of times he’d coughed the smoke out. But now he does it smoothly, inhaling and exhaling the smoke with no problem. It makes him feel at ease even just for a moment, and lord knows he needs it right now. Humans are fucking weird he thinks, they’d jepordize their health for a little break from their troubles. Guess that doesnt sound so ridiculous now that he thinks about it. Either way hes a human now too, or a half one atleast.

he squeezes the cigarette into an ashtray and looks at the time when he hears the door bell ringing. Its late and you’re here.

he hears you running up the stairs, and when you get to the top you run to him, giving him a soft hug. His heart keens.

“hi Choso!” you smile and let go of him, he immediately misses the feel of you, “hey,” he mumbles.

“why do you smell like cigerattes?” you huff and your nose crickles. cute.

he raises his shoulders.

“i cant believe it…who taught u to do that huh?” you make a disappointed face and fold your arms, tapping your foot on the floor. And he knows youre just joking, you and Yuji have been using enough sarcasm around him for him to have a pretty good understanding of it.

“Leiri,” he shrugs.

“of course…that hag,” you grin. And you look so fucking adorable, in your little outfit, and the way you look when you smile makes him weak. He has your bag ready on the couch, he had washed your panties before putting everything back into it. But he can’t think about that now, or he’ll turn bright red.

he sighs “i made dinner,” he says, “if you’re hungry,” you stop infront of him and you almost look like youre gonna cry from happiness. “im starving,” you say quickly, “what did you make?”

He’d made rice bowls for you. your favourite. And you eat like a girl who’d gotten her first meal in months. Happily humming while eating your food.

Rather than focusing on eating his own bowl, he thinks about eating every meal of the day with you, sitting across from him.

when you’re done you put your plate in the sink and you yawn, you look adorable when you yawn, you look adorable when you do anything.

you turn around, “Choso?”

his heart skips a beat. he nods.

“it’s really late and um…dark outside and i don’t really want to walk home alone,” you look away, are you….blushing?

“is it okay if i stay here for the night?”

And hes heard the stories. About what happens to pretty girls when they’re alone at night and they don’t see the stranger walking behind them. And his fist clenches at the thought of someone being mean to you. He’s stronger than any human. he’d crush their fucking skull.

“you can stay,” he says quickly, a little too eagerly he realises. And you smile, “give me your plate,” you say, looking greatful that he let you stay, unknowing of the fact that he’d do just about anything if it meant your safety, or your happiness.

You start washing the dishes in his tiny kitchen, and when Choso tries insisting that he wants to help, you splash a bit of water on him. And you laugh so sweetly, when he jumps a little, trying not to get hit.

When youre done washing up, You both stand in silence for a while. For some reason its not as akward as it sounds.

“i will sleep on the couch,” he says,

“no Choso…id feel bad, you sleep in your bed,” you mumble.

You both argue like that for a while, and youre not letting up. stubborn little human.

you both get quiet for a moment.

“how big is your bed?”

“Queen size,”

“so why dont we just…sleep in it together?”

youre blushing slightly again. it must be his imagination.

And then he thinks about it. Friends sleep in the same bed sometimes right? you dont mean anything by it, he thinks, its just you being polite.

“i guess…we could do that yes,” he agrees.

you smile and nod, “okay,”

Choso excuses himself to go to the bathroom then, telling you to go ahead and get ready for bed.

He looks at himself in the mirror. He takes out his buns, his hair falling down to his shoulders. His eyes are dark and sunken. He looks dead he thinks. He looks down, “behave,” he says quietly, mostly to his heart, but also his dick.

he buries his head in his hands And He realizes he cant, he realizes the second he’s gonna look at you in his bed, he won’t be able to stop himself. to stop himself from confessing everything he feels, everything he’s done. that he thinks about you all the time, that you drive him insane, that he stole your pretty panties and came in his hand from the smell of your wet cunt.

When he rounds the corner of his bedroom, you’re sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, waiting for him.

“i am going to sleep on the couch, i don’t think this is a good idea,” he says it quickly, before he changes his mind, before its too late to go back.

you open your mouth to speak, hesitating a little.

“is it because of what yuji told me?”

his brain goes quiet. “what?”

“that you…that you like me?”

fuck. its over. he sighs angrily. that little fucki-

you stand and walk to him.

and when you put your hand on his chest, for a moment he forgets why hes mad, he forgets who he is and what year hes in. all he sees is you. And how close you are all of a sudden. and how youre leaning in, standing on your tippy toes, pressing your soft lips to his, in a short gentle kiss. His world stops for a moment.

And when he regains his senses, his instincts take over and he kisses you back ferociously, it’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but neither of you seem to care.

You walk backwards onto his bed, and you push him down so he’s sitting on the edge. He looks at you like a puppy dog, and his cheeks are flushed red.

When you sit down in his lap his dick twitches in his pants.

“i- i didnt think you…,” he stutters. he doesn’t really believe what’s happening.

“well i do,” you say, while cupping his face in your hands. “a lot,”

“can i…” he needs it he needs it he needs it, “can i eat your pussy?” he mumbles it quietly.

your eyes widen. fuck, he shouldn’t have said that, it was way too fast, you were just kissing.

“oh…uh okay,”

fuck. yes.

he lifts you up from his lap, and you skriek a little from surprise. He puts you down in a chair in the corner of his bedroom.

he gets on his knees infront of you and speaks quietly,

“i…im sorry i,” he sniffles a little, he’s so overwhelmed. And you’re letting him taste you.

you lean down and give him a kiss, biting your lip slightly.

“its okay…we can talk later, if you need it i’ll give it to you okay?”

And fuck he almost cries, and he buries his face in your lap. You shush him a little, caressing his hair. Hes hugging your legs.

He lifts his head, and you start unbuttoning your pants. Slowly sliding them down your hips as they fall to the floor. You spread your legs and he whimpers. Your panties are pink this time, and theres a big wet spot on them. And he doesn’t spare a second, he dives his head into your cunt, rubbing his face in it and licking at the wet spot desperately. you moan his name softly, and he cant help but grind his hard cock against the leg of the chair. Hes pathetic but he doesnt care, he wants you to feel good, he wants to make you cum on his face. He groans into your weeping pussy as he thinks about you cumming for him.

He pulls away a little, silently begging you to remove your panties. He wants to see your pussy so bad. His pussy.

You slide down your panties to reveal your soaked cunt. Choso almost growls. He looks up at you, asking for permission to keep going. you nod, your eyes half lidded. Spoiled little princess, he thinks, and thats exactly how hes going to treat you from now on.

he leans in again, kissing your pussy and it makes a wet sound. He licks his lips and groans deeply at your taste. He starts lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated puppy. He’s making out with your pussy now, swiping his tongue all over. You can tell he’s inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter, he’s doing such a good job.

you feel so good, his tongue is too much, its all too much. You love him so much. And you cum unexpectedly, crying out his name, begging him to keep going and he whines. You thrash around and Choso keeps you steady, his strong hands grasping your hips.

After youre done he keeps licking up your cum, making sure youre cleaned.

“Choso…stop, too much,” you say softly.

He pulls away.

His face is covered in your juices, dripping all the way down his neck. And he looks so happy. He stands up, like its on instinct. He needs to hold you.

He grabs you into his arms and plop down onto the bed, with you on his chest. He squeezes you into him, kissing your hair while you slide your panties on again.

“mine,” he says softly. youre his now.

You look up at him, searching his eyes, “Choso i wanna um…you know,” you gesture to his crotch. you want to make him feel good too.

but he looks away shyly. its embarrassing and pathetic, “i um..,” he sits up with you in his lap.

He doesnt feel hard under you anymore. And then it clicks.

“oh my god did you…”

he blushes furiously and nods, “its embarrassing,” he had cum in his pants the second he put his face in your bare pussy.

“no! no…it’s really…hot,” you reason and he looks less embarrassed. He looks into your eyes then, looks at your pretty little face and he already knows he wants you to be his forever.

“do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously.

you giggle and nod eagerly, jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.

hes the luckiest man in the world he thinks. And you both fall asleep, you laying on his chest.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

guys they didn’t actually fuck and i’m SORRY

now….part 4?? hey!!! HEY OKAY IM SORRY!! comment if yall want more ill do a lil short one where buddy ACTUALLY looses his virginity.

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@iqzo @multy-fandom-lover

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #choso #choso fluff #choso kamo #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #choso smut #kamo choso #kamo choso x reader

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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"i wanna be closer to you" (ldr) prompts that i absolutely adore:

>°< the 6th, 8th, 9th, 11th and the 22nd??? CRYING

@urfriendlywriter | req by @seungspolaroid

hugs that feels like clench in your heart because you don't know when u might see them again

"don't let go yet" "i won't, sweetheart"

running into their arms after a long time ♡ and fitting right in :(

hoping it's them whenever the bell rings

just looking into each other's eyes while cuddling

always touching each other because they miss the feel of your skin against theirs :(((

holding hands until their fingertips reach out of grasp

yearning kisses when they press their palm against your cheek, slightly lifting you up. never getting enough and parting lips always wanting more (IM IN TEARS IM SO LONELY)

feeling heart wrench when you see their face while they leave

when they're excited to show you something they're proud of through face time.

when they break into tears as soon as they see you. and the hug after :(((

them having your picture as their wallpaper

"i--i have a day off tomorrow, do you want go somewhere?" "i just want to be in your arms, no matter where."

"go ahead, byee??" they cutely pout and mumble, "I'd rather not go and spend my time with you tho.."

remembering every detail about you.

eyes always on yours whenever you are together as if they're memorizing everything about you ㅜㅜ

"atleast we share the same moon. it's so pretty that it reminds me of you"

feeling empty without the other

"i missed you-doesn't feel good enough to express how much longing i feel for you."

many things will be left unsaid, because of the time difference, not being able to talk with them all the time

"is everything okay?" "yeah- *shuffles behind the camera* yeah i guess." "does it take. what? 3 hours on a flight? I'm coming tomorrow. i don't like this."

"sweetie, I'd run to you in a heartbeat if you'd ever need me."

"i do live 14 hours away from you, but my heart is always where you are."

a broken "come to please" with tears in the eyes, and the helpless other being able to do nothing about it

"you've grown a bit.." "it's only been a week, hun???"

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russellsppttemplates · 20 days

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Reader being self conscious with her body after having her and Charles last baby (i forgot his name im so so so sorry!) and Charles, Herve and Amelie just like complimenting her and not understanding how good it makes her feel

Note: don't worry, there are so many kids in this blog, even I have to go and check paddock daycare once in a while!

Cw: reader's insecurity about her postpartum body

You sometimes wondered if Charles noticed all the ways your body changed to accommodate motherhood, especially now having had your third baby. But then you were easily showered with compliments from everyone around you, and you swore Charles, Hervé and Amélie were having a competition on who could give you the most compliments.

"Mama! You look so pretty!", Amélie said, hugging your legs as you prepared your water bottle so you could feed baby Thomas once you sat down, "thank you, ma belle, the hairstyle papa did on you is very pretty, too", you replied.

"Papa! Have you seen mama today? She has a new dress!", Hervé pointed out as you joined the boys in the living room, "This is an old one actually, I've had it since you were a baby, Hervé", you reasoned, suddenly feeling shy with all eyes on you and also feeling a little more beautiful.

The warm temperatures called for a day outside in the pool, the kid excited to have Thomas spend a little bit of time in the water even if Charles just wet his feet since he was only a couple of weeks old, "you're not getting in, mama?", Hervé asked, "your swimsuit makes you look like a princess".

Just on cue, Thomas started crying, recognising it was his hungry cry, "I'm afraid Thomas needs me, I'll swim later", you said as Charles helped you grab Thomas so you could go and feed him.

Your little boy ended up falling asleep on your chest, milk drunk against your skin that was exposed from the neckline of the swimsuit, all while Amélie got out of the pool, wrapping herself in the towel and having Hervé follow suit once Charles mentioned snack time.

"You're so comfy to sleep on, mama", Amélie whispered as she climbed on you after you assured her it would be fine, grasping some of the fabric of your cover up and leaving your hips exposed, the stretch marks fully on show as you thought about all of it. Your body was all of your three kids' first home, providing them comfort, warmth and safety, and now that they were out, you were still those exact same things for them. And they loved you no matter what.

"Do you have room for me?", Hervé asked as he stepped closer to the sun lounger, "Come here, amour", you said as you patted your side, having Hervé cuddle up to you and resting his hand on your tummy mindlessly, sighing happily.

A few moments later, Charles stepped outside, taking the scene in front of him in and laughing loudly, "I don't suppose there's space for me on there, hm?", he smiled.

"I think we can make some room", you said, adjusting your position so Charles could lay closer to your thighs, "maybe there?", you giggled, seeing him happily scoot closer to your and intertwining your legs.

"Don't laugh, amour, I want to touch you too!", Charles said as he achieved what he wanted while his hand squeezed your thigh, "it's not my fault you are such an amazing mama and that we all want a little bit of you!", he chuckled, kissing your temple.

"You really think so?", you wondered, "this is all you, amour, how kind, amazing and great you are - why do you think I'm nearly fighting Hervé for this?", he said as the little boy kept inching closer to you, "she's my mama, you should've gotten her first", your oldest son said before Amélie let out "I agree", making him shake his head as he smiled, "thing is I did get here first, actually, like years before all of them", he chuckled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#charles leclerc blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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love-belle · 8 months

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social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - im back (im so sorry) i really hope u like it <3 thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

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username IM GONNA CRY THEY'RE SO PRETTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username mother and father slaying as always

username off topic but she's the reason charles' fashion sense is 🔛🔝

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-> yourusername it means a love that's like love

-> charles_leclerc yeah that makes complete sense 👍

charles_leclerc mon soleil ( my sun )

-> yourusername meri jaan ❤️ ( my life )

username i know charles manifested this i cannot believe that my love would get wooed by a driver like just say the word and i'll be driving taxis in mumbai

username IM SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

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charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire mon soleil 💌 here's to spending my life with you under the sun. ( happy birthday my sun )

tagged yourusername

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username charles watch your fucking back

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username my bi awakening fr

username im so.

lewishamilton happy birthday y/n 💐 !!!

*liked by yourusername*

username "mon soleil" can you hear me crying.

username they're MY emotional support couple

username IF they ever break up i will simply stop believing in love 💔💔💔💔💔

-> username don't say a word.

username she's so ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

username im in awe like WOAHHHHHHHHH

carla.brocker happy happy happy birthday to my best friend for like ever 🍧💓 cannot wait to see you <3 !!

-> yourusername carla 😭😭😭 i love you thank you so much ❤️ i cannot wait to see u tonight <3

username HER SMILE IS EVERYTHING

*liked by charles_leclerc*

username they make me so happy

username IM SO normal about this OKAY?????? SOOOO normal

username me and who lolololol (this is not a joke im gonna cry)

username they're so in love i could cry 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

arthur_leclerc maman says that you cannot hog her the whole day and she wants to go shopping with her belle-fille ( daughter in law )

-> charles_leclerc she's literally my girlfriend

username charles' entire family loving her is so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username ME WHEN.

username screaming crying throwing up sliding down the wall bashing my head ripping my hair yelling kicking

username nice. (im gonna SCREAM)

yourusername i love you so much <3

-> charles_leclerc i love you so much more <3

-> yourusername ❤️

-> charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

-> yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

-> charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️❤️

-> yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourusername thank you so much jaan, i appreciate it sooo much 😭💌 ( darling )

-> charles_leclerc anything for my love ❤️💐

username god has a lot to answer for.

username im so

username THEY'RE LITERALLY CALLING ME SINGLE IN 63726282726 LANGUAGES

#f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 imagines #social media au #fake instagram imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc au #charles leclerc fluff

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st4rrth0ughts · 3 months

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Hello!!! Since I've been reading all of ur fics especially the hsr ones, I like it so much(⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) . I don't know how you got the idea of it and it makes me feel giddy. If u may , can I request: I want to do unspeakable things to Welt Yang(I main him) like I wanna mark him, bite him, doing different positions, just mating non-stop, I don't know what to add for the reader, you can add tho if ya want, but I want the reader taller (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠). This is my first request btw (I apologize if I have the wrong grammar or the text of it)

Can I be your "❄️" anon? (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠)

bestie no need to apologise that thought is so real (btw whats your team comp i need one for peepaw)

welt with a taller baker reader from the luofu 👓🦯

tw, cw: angst (reader is dead in hi3,) i dont play hi3, food play (occasionally feeding him some chocolates for being a good boy, nothing extreme), petplay, reader is immortal and thus is extremly confused on how Welt's vocal cords are working a/n: 1. what the fuck is a honkai 2. should i play hi3 3. does anyone hate feeding and fattening related kinks??? sorry but i just- cant even try and read those fics ngl the art makes it WORSE

welt loves you. at least, that's what he tells himself, seeing your counterpart work around in the luofu's famed bakery, having been years since he's held your dying body in his arms, sobbing as the light drained from your eyes. He's snapped out of his thoughts as you shoot him a friendly grin, gesturing the man and his two companions to come in. You look the exact same that he remembered you. But your not the same person. He cant just go in and try to convince you he's your lover from another universe, he'll look like a maniac! well, it seems the months of exchanging letters and gifts has won him the spot in your heart. Oh, and in your bed, as a bonus.

Sometimes, when Welt looks at your face, he feels like both crying and hugging you. You just- looked so much like your dead counterpart, from your eyes and hair, down to the way you fucked and handled him with so much care in bed. But he knows that you aren't them, never will be, in fact. And that's okay. He loves you in his own way, just like he loved them once. The man would never lump the two of you together, because you aren't them. (blade im looking at you)

But for now, he doesn't focus on that, simply relaxing in your hold, letting you unbutton his shirt, slide your hands over his underwear, your coarse but gentle voice sending shivers down his spine. A small whimper escapes his mouth as your finger teases his entrance, while you grin at how slick he already is, at least you dont have to find the lube. Lifting his thighs onto your shoulder, and licking that sweet pussy delicately, eliciting a delightful moan from the man, fisting your hair as he tries to grind weakly against you face.

This lovely man, for someone that's 82 years old- well, in human years? You were an immortal from the Luofu, humans are confusing. That being said, from what you've read, humans are more fragile in this state. How he was squealing and crying out in such a high pitched voice, arching his back as tears spill from his eyes as your tongue ravishes his pretty pussy, you figure that he's straining himself, just for you. How adorable, he's doing such a wonderful job. and good boys deserve a huge reward! Cooing softly as you push a small piece of chocolate in his mouth, watching him swallow it as he pants softly, a delirious smile on his face.

Grunting as you gently placed a collar around the man's neck, the leash's end gently clicking around the loop, smiling as he whines softly at the gentle pressure on his bite ridden neck. Pulling the leash closer, the bell jingling lightly as you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, free hand reaching down to fondle his nipples, watching the brunette throw his head back as he jerks from the stimulation, shrill shrieks escaping the man's mouth as he begs for your cock in him, to fill his cunt with your cum. He's been doing such a good job, he deserves the final prize.

Muffling his sobs as your cock pounds into him from behind, only for his head to be yanked back as you tut your tongue disapprovingly, his mind only registering about how he was being such a naughty little puppy, and that if he does that again, you'll just stuff a plug up his pussy, and leave him there, and he doesn't want that! So he's your good boy, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as he makes sounds that rival the top pornographic models you've seen. Aeons- you can practically feel your cock threathening to cum when he squirts for the nth time, kiss ridden thighs quivering as he begs so, so sweetly for you.

When you finally cum in him, he wails as he creams around your cock, weakly fucking himself back on you, pupils dilating as he weakly falls on the bed, ass in the air as your seed spills from his puffy cunt, overflowing as you coo softly, in that mocking, sugar coated voice as you line your shaft with his entrance again. The sheets were already soiled with the poor man's cum and sweat, as he screams in overstimulation, babbling about how he couldn't take anymore. Nonsense. He's swallowing your cock so greedily, your not falling for that.

#dom male reader #dom reader #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dom gn reader #sub character #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #sub welt #sub welt yang #welt yang #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #welt yang smut #welt smut #peepaw i wanna fuck #✪anon!

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leclercsainzz · 6 months

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hello love xx, i absolutely love your smau’s! 😊

i was wondering if you could do a high infidelity smau with daniel ricciardo and pierre gasly? maybe the reader is dating pierre but she’s hooking up with danny? u can come up with why her and pierre are falling out of love or something idk lol … take care, love:)

HIGH INFIDELITY

PAIRINGS: pierre gasly x fem!reader / daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo and 573,947 others

yourusername: miami photo dump <3

tagged: @pierregasly

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user: parents!!!

user: heRE BEFORE PIERRE!!!

user: literally my favorite couple in the paddock 💗

pierregasly: perfect 😍

pierregasly: love you 😘😘😘

↳ yourusername: ❤️

↳ user: i love them 😭😭

user: liked by pierregasly

user: my wife 😍😍 sorry pierre:)

user: you’re soo beautiful, i swear 😩

user: @pierregasly i want your girlfriend

user: parents are cute 😍😍

user: you’re so pretty <33

danielricciardo: i wonder who took that last pic

↳ yourusername: just some jobless guy, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

↳ danielricciardo: totally not offended or whatever 🙄

↳ yourusername: 😊

↳ user: these two 🤣🤣

↳ user: i love this friendship tbh

user: not her calling danny jobless 😭😭😭 LMAO

user: cutie 😍😍😍

user: my fav couple!!!

selenagomez: 😍😍😍

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

user: pretty girl 😍

user: you and pierre are so cute together ❤️

user: my pierreyn heart 🥰🥰

user: idk if im jealous of pierre or if im jealous of pierre

↳ user: isn’t that the same thing? 😂

↳ user: she’s jealous of pierre … that’s the point lol

user: she’s soooooo 😍😍😍😩😩😩

user: pierre, can you fight? 🤔

user: yn 😍😍

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, estebanocon and 673,037 others

yourusername: 🤷🏼‍♀️

view 6,528 comments

pierregasly: belle 😘

see translation: beautiful

pierregasly: ❤️❤️

maxverstappen1: last slide is a mood

user: the audacity he has to like AND comment 😭

↳ user: pLease 😭😭😭 the fact the he commented within the 20 secs after she posted

lilymhe: hot hot hot hot hot 😍

↳ yourusername: love yaaa, sexy 😘

isahernaez: forever in love with your eyes and you 😩

↳ yourusername: me @ you 😘😘

user: her eyes are gorgggg 😍😍😍

user: well shit, indeed

user: cant believe pierre cheated on her, bro ☹️

↳ user: how do you know he cheated on her? genuinely?

↳ user: he was literally seen with his ex multiple times??? first time taking a “stroll”, second time leaving a hotel, and now they’re just casually having dinner?? nahhh

charlottesiine: 😍😍😍😍 pretty girl!!

↳ yourusername: that’s youuu ❤️

user: did p***** really like and comment ?? 💀💀

charles_leclerc: roses are reds just fyi

↳ yourusername: and violets are blue just fyi

↳ carlossainz55: and purple too just fyi

↳ yourusername: yea, yea

user: beautiful as always 😩

user: pie*re better be crying in a corner right now

user: his loss, babe

danielricciardo: nice eyebrows 👍🏼

↳ yourusername: thanks, mate 😌

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re sooo gorgeous 😍

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘😘

user: the way she responded to everyone expect him 🤣🤣

↳ user: as she should!

user: vroom vroom guy better watch his back

imessage

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, isahernaez and 659,920 others

yourusername: cheers 🥂

view 4,736 comments

danielricciardo: 🥂🥂

user: see ladies, it doesn’t matter how beautiful you are .. if a man is going to cheat, he’s going to cheat 😒

user: gorgg 😍😍

maxverstappen1: 🥂 cheers, mate

lilymhe: OBSESSED WITH YOUUU 😮‍💨

↳ yourusername: love yaaaa, luvvv ❤️

↳ lilymhe: *kisses* 😘😘😘

↳ alex_albon: yoooo???? 🤨

user: what a woman 😩

luisinhaoliveria99: amorrrrr 😍

translation: love

↳ yourusername: missing youu 😩

↳ luisinhaoliveria99: missing you too 😔

alexandrasaintmleux: are you perhaps single? bc WOAHH 😮‍💨

↳ user: yes, she’s single

alexandrasaintmleux: marry me??? 😩😩

↳ yourusername: waiting for my ring;)))

pierregasly: 😍😍😍😍😍

↳ user: the AUDACITY 😤

↳ user: boy, byeeeeeeeee

yukitsunoda0511: 🤩🥂 cheeeeeerrrrrsss

↳ user: they have such an underrated friendship

user: she’s sooo beautiful!! 😩😩

user: pierre is soo lucky, omg

user: mother stays serving 😍😍😍

user: her eyes are EVERYTHING!!!!

taylor_hill: 😍😍 sooo beautiful

kendalljenner: lawddddd 😍

champagnepapi: 😍😍

↳ user: what is drake doing here??? 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: he probably heard she’s single again 🤣

↳ user: we don’t even know if she’s single tho

imessage

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, kendalljenner and 658,848 others

yourusername: tomfoolery p1 🤪

view 6,625 comments

user: why is pierre still in her likes?

user: i’m so confused are her and pierre still together or?

↳ user: i think he got back with kika, no?

↳ user: no, i’m pretty sure they’re still together or sum

user: i NEED to know who sent that message!!!!!

user: i know yn and pierre haven’t spoken out whether they’re still together or not but i hope he wasn’t the one who sent her that message cause i will rip his head ansksmslalsla 😡

danielricciardo: homies, you say? does that mean i get a goodnight kiss? 😉

comment has been deleted

user: BODY

user: for some reason i thought i saw danny had commented

lilymhe: wheRE’S MY GN KISS?!!???

↳ yourusername: come get it 😘

↳ lilymhe: OMW

pierregasly: i called you ❤️

↳ yourusername: i watched it ring

↳ user: nOOOO 😭😭😭

↳ user: heR respond nalajdosks 💀

↳ user: that’s foul

kendalljenner: stunning as always 😍😍

user: im OBSESSED with your eyes, i swear 😩

user: pretty girl, indeed ❤️

user: the way pierre liked and had the audacity to comment

↳ user: her respond to his “i called you” comment took me out, i was NOT expecting that 💀

user: she’s literally so pretty

user: drop the body work out routine!!! please!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼

user: pierre deserves better tbh 🥺🥺🥺💔

↳ user: please tell me you’re joking ?

↳ user: of course i’m joking

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1 and 785,937 others

danielricciardo: life recently

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maxverstappen1: 😏

↳ user: MAX, WHAT DO U KNOW?!!!?

user: who’s the girl??!??!??

user: guys, we’ve officially lost him 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: STOP NOOOOO

yukitsunoda0511: glad to have you back! 🤩

yourusername: yesssirrrrr

↳ danielricciardo: 😎

lewishamilton: welcome back, mate!

user: last post???!???

user: feel bad for nyck but im glad he’s back!! ❤️❤️❤️

user: is that yn in the last slide??

↳ user: she’s literally blonde 💀

charles_leclerc: proud to have you back ❤️

user: say sike rn

user: STILL CANT BELIEVE HES BACK 😭

user: i missed that damn smile 😩😩

user: anyone know who the girl is???

↳ user: maybe his new girl? 😭😭😭

user: i NEED ANSWERS!!! WHO IS THE GIRL IN THE LAST SLIDE?!??!?!??

user: can’t believe i lost him again 💔💔💔💔

↳ user: he was never yours to being with

pierregasly: 🤩🤩

↳ user: not the cheating fucker 🙄

↳ user: are him and yn officially done or??

↳ user: pretty sure, yes … she was seen with a new guy a few weeks ago soooo

carlossainz55: welcome back! ❤️❤️

user: still can’t process the fact that he’s back, how i’ve missed seeing him, omg 🥺🥺🥺

pt 2?? 👀

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mntalbrakdown · 7 months

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thinkin' bout you - H. Callahan

masterlist!

mentons of: smut, MDNI, makeouts, cussing, closeted, cheating, thigh riding, oral (r! receiving) exhibitionism, slight nudes sending idk,,,?

synopsis: you were dating a football player, but also sneaking around with Hazel

wc: 3.7k

gif by @taiturner

friday night lights, a total shit show. the girls on the cheer team didn't know how to follow the choreography of the cheers and they just do whatever they want. almost like everyone else. you on the other hand just gave up and stand there smacking your pom poms together and muttering the chants.

"are you excited about today" Isabel asks you with Josie's arm wrapped around her

"yeah" you say with a weak smile.

your boyfriend, Brody or whatever his name is, you really didnt care about him, was sitting right next to you. he was in football in whatever position, you never kept up with him. you just dated him because Brittany and Isabel wanted you to.

"hey babe want to go to get food before then game" your boyfriend asks twirling a strand of your hair in between his fingers

"i would love to, but um I have plans" you say looking directly at Hazel. she was playing around with the schools pasta, scared of the bad food. she had on her brown sweater with green pants and her red doc martens paired with her silver chain that always made you go feral

in all honesty, you have been secretly hooking up with Hazel, for the past few months. you hated it because you truly did like Hazel. yet you felt that you had to hide that side of yourself. but you decided by the end of this week you would break up with Brody.

—-

when the bell rang signifying lunch was over you got up from the table that contained all your friends or as your boyfriend called them the loser lesbians. you waved at them goodbye and stared long on Hazel. Brody wrapped his arm around your shoulder that was wearing his letterman jacket, with your oversized black pants and a white simple baby tee. as you walked down the halls you met eyes with Hazel, you smiled at her while she rolled her eyes

it was all in slow motion. she looked mad, but she never told you anything or showed any annoyance all week. you were confused, what did you do? you just saw her be happy. now you were worried. who was she walking with? it was a pretty girl who was giggling and all over Hazel, why were you so... so annoyed? you knew you had no place in doing so

"i think im going to walk to class alone" you say looking up to your boyfriend

"what why" he says stopping in the middle of his tracks

"feeling sick, dont want to get you sick when the game is in four hours you say walking away while you put your headphones on. you needed to escape this place and start letting yourself relax

you walked past everyone down the halls, you usually are so chipper and say hi to your mutuals but today you felt like putting on a hoodie and hiding. people could tell something was up, this wasn't like you. even when you get into an argument with Brody you could practically jump off the walls. this time you felt a stream of tears go down your face. you got yourself together from your five-second slump because crying in front of people is so…yuck!

so you walked into Mr. G's class head held high and when you reached your desk next to Hazel you slumped down like usual.

"so how is Brody" Hazel asks nonchalantly to you as everyone waited for the bell to ring

"he's good, were good" you say looking directly at Hazel trying to see if she was playing a game with you

"cool because I might start seeing this girl, she's available and likes me" Hazel could basically hear the breaks and cracks of your teeth by how tense you were

"I'm happy for you haze, hope she treats you right," you say as calmly as possible

"so...you're ok with it" she asks, but lets be honest she cannot take hints nor sarcasm

"yeah" you say nodding and taking out your notebook from your backpack

---

after class ended and you kept passing looks at Hazel with the ends of your mouth turned downwards.you couldn't actually believe it, but you couldn't hold a grudge. you got up quickly packing all your stuff and getting ready to leave school since that was your last class. you had plans on hanging out with Hazel, but those plans quickly crumbled to the ground

you practically ran out of there not wanting to be held up. Josie and Pj snickering about how you've been acting weirder after lunch. you could hear fast footsteps come closer to you until they finally reached you.

"wait up" they pull your arm to meet your face

"hey!" you exclaim, you just wanted to make it to your car

"what's wrong" Hazel says guiding your face to her, her eyebrows knitting togetehr when she sees you look upset

"nothing it's stupid" Hazel quickly shook her head, how could she be so tender when you're such a brat

"is it about me and her” Hazel asks seeing how your demeanor changed in a heartbeat just thinking about the other girl

“no” you say but she knew you were lying by the way you looked down

“was i just supposed to wait for you to break up with your stupid boyfriend” Hazel slightly raises her voice

“no, but i told you i was going to break up with him by the end of the week” you say pressing your lips together in anger

“than do it, i’ve been all over you for the past few months, and it certainly didnt look like you were, i mean the jacket?” Hazel clenches her jaw trying her best not to get her anger to overflow

“can we please leave” you whisper, you could feel people stare and overhear you in the crowded halls

which Hazel obliges and grabs your hand to lead you to her parked car. she had a Tesla, I mean she was rich what did you expect. she claimed her mom passed it down to her when her mom got a Mercedes as if it’s something everyone does.

she opened the door for you to get in the passenger seat. when you were fully seats and deep breathing to calm yourself down you hear Hazel open the driver door and sit down

“i’m sorry, it’s not fair” you say looking at how Hazels pupils dilated to how soft you became

“it’s ok, i just, want you” Hazel says smiling showing her pearly whites

“ok alpha male” you joke causing the tension to rise and disappear

you caught eyes with Hazel when you finally stopped laughing. and whatever energy you once had converted to lust. you stopped moving and slowly leaned into Hazel to kiss. the kiss was deep and passionate. Hazel slowly pulled your hair to get you to moan so she could slip her tongue. the fight for dominance was strong. so much so that when you pulled away to catch your breath a string of saliva stretched from both of your mouths.

“god i missed this” Hazel said cupping your cheek with her left hand, to be frank it was only a week since your last hookup but time it time and you yearned for her

“i missed you” you say going to quickly kiss hazel as she went over the center console to your seat

she made your seat go all the way back and reclined it so you were laying down as she was in between your legs. she was so eager to take your pants off when you try to push her away

“woah, we’re still at school we can’t do this” you say seeing all the kids walk to their car

“relax my windows are tinted, like illegally, you can’t see in” she says as she shimmied your pants off seeing how you easily relaxed

“Haze” you say as she threw your pants to the back seat

“yeah pretty” she asks looking at you with lustful eyes

“yeah? going to make you scream so loud that your voice goes raspy for a few days” Hazel says quickly kissing the top of your forehead as she goes to kneel back down to your core

“nothing, just missed this” you say as she quickly came up to kiss you

she does back down to your thong covered core that was already soaked. “this for me” she says making you lightly slap her face in embarrassment “it’s hot” she praises

she continued to play and tease you. she slightly moved your panties to the side to just take a quick peak. she than quickly slid the thin cloth down your legs and tucked it in her pants

“Haze you can’t keep those” you say reaching down to try to snatch them back

“i’ll give them back when you break up with him” she says with a bitterful mouth

she than goes to lick a strip of your core. making you arch your back from the seat. than she went in a swing time, sucking for longer and playing with your clit with her tongue.

“Fuck Haze just like that” you squirm in your seat

she continued her attack. kissing and sucking your cunt with her mouth. she was practically making out with it. from time to time she would look up from between your legs and see your scrunched up face and hands pulling her hair.

“god you look beautiful like this” she says moving from your core to the inner thigh and lightly biting it

“haze, god you’re so good” you praise her because of how good she’s making you feel

her calloused hands always feel so nice on you. you love the contrast between your soft skin and her rough. partly because you knew she had ragged skin because of the fight club that made you two meet.

Hazel runs her large hands along your thighs as she pulls away from you to kiss the inside of your thighs leaving love marks to mark you as hers.

“You always look so pretty.” She gives you a lopsided smile, giving you a boost of confidence so you could reach your climax

Hazel's big blue eyes glimmer and sparkle in the dim light, showcasing adoration and lust. She always wonders how you’re so fucking perfect. How she found the most beautiful person to walk this planet. She honestly questions how she even managed to pull you, let alone keep you. aside from having to share with Brody. She takes her bottom lip into her teeth, her eyes wondering over your body.

You both share intense eye contact, Hazel staring at you intently as she feels the need to press a kiss to your soft, full lips. You widely smile at her before leaning in, as she does the same. However, you slightly turn your head to the right forcing her to kiss your cheek instead, which makes you giggle at your childish antics.

You pull back only to see a frustrated Hazel, seeing her eyes darken. She shakes her head as she speaks, “you think you’re so fuckin’ funny, huh?” She questions, first Brody, now this?

You nod your head several times, finding it all amusing before bringing your hand up to her face to push a loose strand of dark brunette hair behind her ear.

She pulls you closer to her, her lips barely brushing against yours before she starts dragging them over your cheek, moving towards your ear.

She presses a soft kiss onto your jaw, slowly lining more closer to your chin before she moves to the other side of your face, taking her sweet time with you.

Hazel then removes her hand, cupping your jaw, moving her lips down to your neck. As she presses butterfly kisses onto your skin. She manages to suck on you harder in certain areas causing delicate moans to slip past your lips.

Hazel loves marking you up, she enjoys the thought of everyone knowing you’re hers and only hers. She thrives on the idea of everyone knowing her lips are the ones running along your skin, claiming you and taking you as hers to keep. But for a while you didn't allow her because of the relationship. Something about her just made you melt and not even care.

You can feel your cunt getting damper with the arousal that drips from your pussy the more Hazl sucks into your skin. You just barely grind your hips into hers which ends up getting you a groan of approval from her.

“You like denying my kisses?” She questions, placing one last kiss on you before pulling back, desire and lust looming in her eyes.

This time, you shake your head, “no, ‘m sorry.” You mumble, letting a soft cry out as Hazel fingers dig into one of your hips, surely leaving bruises in their wake.

The one hand that she is using to cup your jaw pulls your chin down towards her, her lips hovering over yours. “Sorry, hm?” Her soft puffs brush along your top lip as she looks into your eyes, tension consuming the entirety of the car.

She guides your face with her large hand seconds later, pulling you in so her plump lips meet yours. The kiss starts off softer, both of your mouths moving in sync as they perfectly mold together. Hazel's tongue quickly swipes over your bottom lip, asking permission for entrance as she always does.

You immediately grant her access as you open your mouth more, her pink muscle easily slipping through to meet yours. The kiss begins to pick up as your tongues swirl together in harmony, Hazel completely dominating the kiss.

Your hands find their way around to the back of her head, your fingers threading her thick hair through them as you slightly tug on it.

Hazel slightly moans into the kiss as she bucks her hips up into you. Her simple action bumps into your open swollen pussy, which sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You pull back to speak, “please.” You mutter, before pushing your lips back against Hazel.

The kiss has now done a complete 180, it slowly dwindling, falling apart as it becomes more messy and sloppy. You find it hard to keep up with the movement the more you grind yourself on Hazel.

“What do you want?” Hazel questions, mumbling into this kiss. As she does so, her hands find the inside of your thighs

You whine in desperation, but also annoyance because you know she already knows what you want. She litters multiple kisses along your cheek and jaw as she waits for you to speak.

“Be a big girl and use your words.” She demands, using her hands to tug at the hem of your shirt, asking if she’s allowed to take it off.

You immediately nod, not wasting any time as you help her pull the thin material off of yourself.

As soon as the shirt falls to the ground beside your pants your nipples harden at the cool air brushing past you, sending shivers down your spine. Hazel's eyes find your bare chest, her eyes raking your entire body up and down. Fuck, how she loves your body and everything about it. the freckles and moles that are now exposed and the soon-to-be bruises sprinkled on like salt and pepper.

A small smirk is brought to her lips as she leans forward a bit, “fuckin’ perfect.” Her pupils seem to be further dilated, her beautiful blue eyes casted over by lust.

Her needy hands grab at your tits before she takes one of your nipples in between her lips. She sucks on you softly, emitting a moan from your mouth as you throw your head back in pleasure. She grazes her teeth against you, pulling at you a bit, letting you go with a ‘pop’ before moving to the other.

Her fingers circle her salvia around your nipple, rolling it in between her fingers as she licks and sucks at the other, her hand gently massaging the tit her mouth is focusing on. The need that Hazel has to make you feel good takes over her entire brain, it’s all she can think about day in and day out. The idea of seeing you a breathless and moaning mess due to the reasons of her hands leaves her enthused, hungry for more.

This time she bites into you a bit harsher before pulling back, “answer me.” Her eyes peering up at you through her long, thick eyelashes.

“I want you” You whisper, your cheeks warm as you feel empowered under her burning gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nod eagerly, dragging your fingertips over her shoulders, then next her collarbones.

“I want you to use me, ride my thigh, and cum all over me.” She whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth before she leans back.

You bite into your bottom lip, trying to conceal the smile that threatens to take over your face. You begin to move to be on top of Hazel's clothed thigh, gently rocking your hips on top of her thigh, your clit feeling pressure from Hazel's muscled leg.

She pushes herself further into the chair you both are sitting on, man spreading as she props her elbows up on the sides of the car, watching you intently.

Hazel looks at you as if you’re the best thing to roam these lands, like you were an angel brought down to earth, carved and chiseled from the gods above. She worships the fucking ground you walk on like nobody else. She’s obsessed with you, even more so when she has this pretty little sight in front of her. She's practically drooling over you, and you're still focused on that bonehead who wouldn't even make you moan half the time compared to her.

With her low, hooded eyes staring at you, you feel a bit nervous but you also feel confident and content. You always feel comfortable around Hazel, there’s never a time you haven’t. Not even thinking about the possibility of people seeing you at this instance.

You try to suppress your moans as you slowly pick up your pace, bending over a bit to grab onto Hazel's broad shoulders in order to keep your balance.

Hazel brings one of her hands to your thighs before sliding it closer to your ass. She first gropes at your soft skin, then harshly leaves a slap causing you to yelp out. Feeling the cold metal of her silver-adorned hand.

You both let out a moan, “fuck, angel, you’re soaking.” She states, her eyes watching the way your hot, wet cunt runs so smoothly along her thigh.

“Feels s’good.” You vocalize, your hands moving up to your tits as you play with them in front of her, sensually moving your hips back in forth in a way that makes Hazel go feral.

She shakes her head with a smirk, “my pretty girl putting on a little show for me?” She questions, trying her best to keep her hands to herself, although she’s finding it almost impossible as she continues to yearn for the feeling of your skin under hers.

Hazel's eyes continuously fluctuate in between your own, your tits, and your pussy using her to get off. Her own arousal beginning to dampen her boxers. Just watching you could cause Hazel to completely fall apart.

After a while of her letting you do your thing, allowing yourself to build up an orgasm, that fiery feeling burning deep in the pit of your stomach, just on the brink of falling over, you find yourself losing your pace.

“F-Fuck, Hazel. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, desperately chasing after your orgasm as you use Hazel for your own personal high.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna make a mess all over me?” She tilts her head, running her tongue along her cheek as she watches you begin to experience your orgasm, you simply nodding your head in response. "Fuck I bet Brody doesn't make you scream this loud"

Hazel moves one of her hands, pressing a thumb closer to the top of your clit for more stimulation. You let out a loud moan, searching your brain for words to help you process the pleasure radiating through your body.

“You like that?” She questions, already knowing the answer, cockiness swarming her attitude.

You can only let out a string of whines and whimpers, any words only coming out as a stammer. You slowly fall apart in front of her, your body getting weaker the faster she moves her finger against you.

“Listen to yourself whimper.” Hazel grins, “its fucking pathetic.” The blue eyed girl whispers, although she knows you could do anything to her and she’d melt in your hands.

“P-Please.” You meekly whine, continuing to move your hips back and forth on top of her. slowly leaning your exposed chest to your clothed one.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” Her soft voice guides you, finally pushing you over as your orgasm crashes into you.

It takes over every one of your senses and washes over you like a tsunami, crashing into you hard. Your vision turns white as your body spasms on top of Hazel, your cum rolling down her thigh as you make a complete mess on her.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” She groans, finally pulling her hand back as she stares at your arousal coating her thigh.

You let out breath, your body relaxing into hers, a layer of sweat sticking to your skin. You look down yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed as the orgasm fades away.

Hazel can sense that as she lifts your chin, forcing you to look at her, a reassuring look lingering in her eyes. She never wants you to be ashamed, she wants you to feel good. Always.

"that was hot" you say tucking your bottom lip between your top lip. Hazel eagerly grabs your phone to take a picture of the two of you fucked out, your bare shoulders exposed, and your messy tangled hair. quickly sending it to Brody

"Whoops my finger slipped," Hazel says earning a punch and a giggle from you

you quickly get a message from PJ and Josie of a picture of Hazel's car from the outside showing the steamy windows, paired with a message woah hazel gets action?

which made Hazel laugh and take a picture of the car from the inside of you and her kissing accompanied with her action ;p which made the phone actually overheat by the mass amount of messages from both parties. at one point you could hear the screams and jumps from outside the car

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

DAY 4: SENSORY DEPRIVATION

With: Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sub! Kyojuro, gn! reader, blindfold/gag/earmuffs, feather usage, ice usage, nonverbal safe word discussed (not used), implied wax play, crying, begging/pleading, reader is a liar.

A/N: Everytime i wrote about his happy trail i thought of ashi. LOL. also this fic is a mess im going to be honest. not my best work, my friends.

Rengoku doesn't understand why he was put in this position. He doesn't understand why he has a blindfold on with his arms tied together behind him, and his legs strapped to the bottom of the chair. He doesn't understand why he has a small black gag in his mouth and pink fluffy earmuffs.

The thing was, Kyojuro struggles with restraints. He just can't seem to sit still when he receives pleasure. He wants desperately to obey your commands, but your touch always sends him spiralling, and his body always jerks and twitches without meaning to. He has accidentally knocked your hand away so many times when you overstimulate him, or forced your hand back onto his cock when you edge him. It was just a force of habit, and he always apologizes profusely when he does so. Its not like he means to disobey you.

So, tying him up was the next best option. Plus, depriving him of his senses was just because you were feeling cruel, and you wanted to see how strongly he was bound to react with your touch.

So here he was, completely at your mercy, shivering slightly from what you could guess fear or guilt. He has never done anything to make him deserve a “punishment”, but you were mean. He just looked so pretty when his face was contorted in fear, you couldnt help yourself.

Rengokus blindfold was already dampening with tears as he continues to tremble under your view. His whole world is dark, and everything is silent. The lack of his senses was a strange feeling, and it overwhelmed him. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. Im sorry," He pleads into the gag, the words coming out so muffled you can barely make out the apologies.

You grab his chin, and press a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and his neck. Immediately he seems to calm down, and you take this time to remove just one of his earmuffs. “Did nothing wrong, Kyo. There is no need to cry.”

He jumps at the sudden sound, and turns to where your voice was coming from. He sniffles, but nods, leaning his head forward to hopefully coax out more affection from you. You smile at him and move to rest your palm on his cheek. He nuzzles it immediately, thankful for any touch. The darkness and the silence made him feel alone, and he was grateful to have some sort of reassurance.

Your hands graze at his thighs, and he flinches at the feeling, breathing into the muzzle. “Not going anywhere, relax pretty. I'm here,” You coo, using your other hand to run through his hair. He seems to finally begin to melt, his arms no longer struggling against the restraints, and his body refrained from shivering. “Gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He doesn't even try to speak, the gag wouldnt allow him to anyways. But he nods his head obediently, trying not to move too much from excitement. You kiss his cheek again, hardly containing yourself from how cute he is. Then, you reach back and place a small bell into his hands. He slightly cocks his head to the side, no doubt furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “If you want to stop, ring that. Can you do that for me?”

He nods determinedly, and then rings it to test it out. Immediately, like a puppy, he turns to you, expectantly awaiting his reward for listening. You indulge him, giggling slightly and kissing the space right below his ears, one of his erogenous zones. He groans into the gag, accidentally pulling at the restraints once again. “Good boy!” You praise, and it sends his head spinning. “Now, ring that whenever you feel uncomfortable and I will stop, alright?” He nods his head. “Good. I'm not going to hurt you tonight Kyo, so you can relax.”

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. “I'm going to put your earmuffs back on, so it's going to be a little quiet. It'll just make all the touches more pleasurable, I promise.”

He nods his head, and lets out a gargled, “love you,” through the gag, to which you smile, and murmur your own words of endearment. Then, you cover his ear with the earmuffs, and sigh.

Like a predator stalking their prey, you circle the chair for a second, overwhelmed at the possibilities of what to do to him first. Your fingers drag over his neck and then trace down his arm. He shivers with every movement, feeling goosebumps rise with every graze of your finger. Its overwhelmingly sensitive, and he swears he can almost feel your breath on his skin. His sense of touch was heightened with the lack of the others.

Your mouth latches onto his neck, slightly nibbling at the sensitive skin. He pants into the gag, and slightly bares his neck to give you more room. You pull away for a moment, and blow on his neck, sending his whole body into a fit of shivers. You cant help but giggle at the action, and place your hand on his thigh in mock comfort.

Your head was growing foggy from the meer power you felt over him. He was completely at your mercy, and other than viciously fight at the restrains, he could do nothing. Of course you loved him, and would never dare to do something he didn't like, but you couldn't help but tease him just a little. You may have lied about the “only” pleasure aspect of it.

You sit yourself on his lap, startling him. Baring no mind to his reaction, you lean up and kiss his chin in reassurance, before turning to your right and grabbing the object you have been dying to use.

A dainty white feather. Something so soft and fragile, that is going to send your lover into a spiral. The thought made your mouth water, and Kyojuro, almost sensing your thoughts, visibly gulps.

You first run your own fingers over his chest, grazing over his nipples. He remains motionless, but you can see him tense. His chest was a very sensitive part of his body, and he was afraid of what was to come next. Rightfully so.

You pull away, and glance downward toward his abdomen. With a wicked grin, you take a hold onto the feather and graze his lower stomach, just where his happy trail begins. Its a light touch, and you barely even skim the surface of his skin, but the reaction is immediate. Another full body shiver, seemingly from the ticklish feeling this time.

You hum, pleased with the reaction, and continue your antics upward. His pants grow louder into the gag with the passing seconds. Finally, the feather drags along his chest. The spot you have been most curious to see.

The feather glides over his nipple and he lets out a garbled whine. The buds harden in an instant and he nervously shakes his head. You ignore it and continue your movements, circling his chest.

Rengoku twitches under your hold and pulls against the restraints. He is so unbelievably sensitive there, and with the addition to the blind fold and earmuffs, he swears the feather is borderline overstimulating him. He can feel every bristle of it, and the cool air it pushes towards him when you slightly flap it. It sends him into a frenzy. It's too much, but too little. He wants more of the stimulation, but he also wants to pull away. He wants you to be rougher with him, but the idea of that makes him nervous.

He doesn't know what he wants, and just like usual, he begins to tug at the restrains, body uncontrollably twitching. His chest tries to cave inward from the ticklish feeling, but he doesn't go far considering the restraints. He just continues to shake his head back and forth, high pitched yelps and complaints barely making it through the gag.

“Aw baby, are you sensitive there?” You tease mostly to yourself, knowing he can't hear you all things considering. His squirms make you giggle, and you take vague notice to the bright hair that shakes from side to side from his sporadic movements.

It tickles so much. It tickles and it feels good, and it hurts, and it is too soft, and he is losing his mind. The feeling of being bound, forced to take everything you give him only seems to make the feather more tortuous.

He feels it begin to move downward, and Kyojuro heaves, trying to catch his breath after holding it for so long. His mouth clentches around the gag, and he tries to calm down his body.

But of course, he can feel the feather move downward and oh. Oh no. He couldn't handle it down there. It was too sensitive.

He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea, and he can't hear your response, but he hopes you may take his noises to heart. He didn't get his hopes up.

The feather brushes around the tip, and Kyojuro yelps, jerking so much that the chair beneath him lifts up just slightly. You send a warning slap to his thigh, and he cries out, the tears beginning to flow again. It hurt more now that he couldnt see it. He apologizes through the gag, but it doesn't do much, other than make him drool all over himself.

You trace it up and down his cock, and he begins to tremble again. His dick is twitching with every stroke, and honestly it enamored you how reactive it was being. Cute.

One of your hands move back up his chest, thumbing at the nub, while the other continues its slow, light movements of the feather. Bringing it from the head, all the way down to his balls, giggling when your hear his cries.

“Not pweasure! Not pweasure!” He sobs, his thighs trembling. It tickled so much he couldn't stand it and with the addition of your fingers pinching his nipples, he was crumbling. You lied to him. He was supposed to feel good. Not to be teased to till he cant breathe anymore. You are so cruel.

Of course he couldnt say anything, nor use pleading eyes to beg for you to stop. But his body jerking back and forth, trying desperately to get anyway from your hands and the horrible, horrible feather definitely convey his emotions.

You grab one more item to end up the scene, finally setting down the feather. To continue on with little warning on what you had stored for him was cruel, even for you. But, of course you will have fun watching his reaction to this.

You place the small item in the palm of your hand, and gently bring it over to his cock. Then with a sadistic grin, you drag it down the shaft.

The first thing Kyojuro feels after the removal of the feather was cold. So unbearably cold, and right on his dick.

Ice. It had to be.

The chair comes lifting off the ground again from his quick movements to get away. He's screaming into the gag, and shaking his head profusely, begging for you to take it away. It was so cold, and he was so sensitive. His hands pull at the restraints and his body tries, and fails to crumble inward himself.

The blindfold slips off one of his eyes and he finally gets a view of you. His eyes are glassy, and flooded with tears, and his eyebrows are adorably furrowed in a plea. He makes a noise when you pull the ice away slightly, and you look up at him.

“Aw Kyo, you want to see that badly?” You coo, and he can barely read your lips from the tears. He shakes his head and sobs, head hanging low. You bring the ice cube to his chest and he whines, eyes screwing shut automatically as his nipples harden. The cool water stains his chest, and he is shivering under it.

His hips and back drive into the chair, to try to create some distance from the horrible coldness. It doesn't work, and his one eye watches the way the ice cube coats the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. It was making his way back to his groin, and all Kyojuro can do is cry, and hope you be easy on him. He can't stand the cold. He was made for heat.

One hand grabs onto his cock, steading the trembling thing, and the other holds onto the cube. “Well, if you want to watch so badly, might as well give you a show,” You whisper, and Kyojuro cant read your lips this time. So, he stares at you with mild confusion and fear as to what you are going to do next.

With one last malicious glance, you place the ice cube on top of the tip, and swirl it around his hole. He screams again, back arching, and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. You don't let up even when his legs try again and again to shut, but ultimately fail.

He can feel the cool liquid drip into his slit, and he feels as if he cannot breathe. It was one of the strongest sensations he has ever felt before, and his fingers dig into his palm to help steady himself. It was so cold. Unbelievably cold, and the water was dripping inside him, in a place where it should not be.

Kyojuro didnt know what to do other than take it. The silence of it all was driving him even more mad, and he wonders if having him see this was worst than being blindfolded.

Your circular motions dont let up, and eventually it's the ice that begins to melt, considering how hot the hashira runs. You rub it over his now slightly shrinking dick, and his whole body is shivering. But, his whines and cries have finally gone down, instead just loud pants to try and catch his breath. He must be growing used to it.

This was a good stopping point. You run the remainder of the cube over the throbbing tip again, and he whimpers slightly, but it doesn't compare to what the noises he made before. You kiss his thighs, and drop the sliver of ice back into the metal bin, whipping your hands on your shirt.

He did well. It was impressive really. How good he did. But, you didnt expect anything else from your lover.

You smile to yourself, and then reach up to remove the earmuffs and blindfold. But strangely enough, Kyojuros one free eye wasn't looking at you. His whole neck was staring to the right while his chests rise and fall with heavy breaths, as if he was entranced by something. Drool coats his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled at what he is staring at.

You follow his gaze, eyes widening when you see it.

You watch as the candle you lit earlier to set the mood, drips with wax. It falls onto the candle stand, and Kyojuro stares with hearts in his eyes as if mesmerized by the wax.

You let out a shaky breath, turning to him on last time, reading his mind. He glances at you and nods every so slightly, with a small huffs. You grin at him, readjusting his blindfold and grabbing the candle. You watch Rengokus adams' apple bob as he gulps in both fear and excitement.

He was shivering so much, it was like he was in dire need to warm up. And you had just the solution for him, and instantaneous way to heat up his skin again.. A drop of wax drips onto Kyojuros thigh, and the man does his best to not scream at the burning sensation.

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nomazee · 23 days

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enough to make me cry

blade is your only roommate, your only friend, and your only way home from this terrible party you found yourself in.

blade x gn reader — 3.3k — college & roommates au!, very americanized college experiences, frat parties, mentions of drinking & vomiting, could be read as platonic but there are definitely romantic undertones, feelings of inadequacy/being out of place, hurt/comfort, social anxiety, blade is probably ooc i'm gonna be so honest, mild kafka & reader friendship, erggg im probably missing something

notes: no i have to be so honest blade is probably completely out of character i have not played a single side quest with him in it but i just think he has reluctant roommate-to-best friend potential and i wanted to pour that into a fic,,, this is mostly unintelligible but i did proofread! love you all

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A warm hand rests on your shoulder, and the first thing that you think is Blade’s hands are supposed to be cold.

It’s really pathetic. You’re somewhere in a stupid frat house, the thrumming of music around you. There’s the flashing colors and sounds of Mario Kart on the TV, the smell of puke (probably yours) and corona lite, and a hand on your shoulders that you’ve discerned is not your roommate, Blade’s.

Looking to the side, you follow the hand (painted, manicured nails, definitely still not Blade’s), and it leads up to an arm up to a shoulder up to a face, and—oh.

“You’re—” you pause, getting your words in order before you puke them up, “you’re Blade’s pretty lady friend?” It’s supposed to come out as a statement, but leans more to a question. She looks down, a bit of a teasing grin on her face, but her eyes are a little soft so you trust her.

“Is that what he calls me?” she jokes.

“No, I’m— I came up with that.” If you had any dignity left in you, you’d be embarrassed to admit that to her. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure that Kafka (the pretty lady friend in question) just held your hair back and wiped your face as you puked into a frat-house toilet, flushing your dignity away with your dinner. Your eyes burn with tears and mortification, and you pray that only Kafka saw your embarrassing mishaps.

“I called him to pick you up,” she tells you, already looking away from you and scanning the room as if looking for something, or someone. “I would take you home myself, but I’ve got some things to take care of. And I’m assuming you didn't bring your keys with you?”

A quick pat-down of your pockets confirms that, yes, you somehow managed to leave your keys at home, the one personal necessity that you were supposed to bring besides your phone. Which, thankfully, you do at least have.

“Umm, the…” you mutter, tongue tangling uselessly as you try to find a way out of here without facing the impending doom of Blade’s aggravated scolding and his I told you so’s.

A week ago, you went to him with an invite to this frat party and begged him to come with you, saying something like You don’t go out much, this is your chance! He’d adamantly refused, calling it a bad idea and rolling his eyes whenever you brought it up. But you were stubborn, and you wanted to have a fun college experience, so you forced him to drive you to the party with the promise of paying for his next gas payment and getting your own ride back home at the end of the night.

“I can go,” you finally tell Kafka, mind stringing along memories and thoughts and alarm bells of get your ass home before you have to sit in an awful car ride with Blade, “It’s, like, a fifteen minute walk, don’t call him.”

“It’s a little too late for that, kid,” Kafka drawls, amusement in her words. She’s smiling down at you, and you’re reminded of how small you feel. “He’s already on the way.”

“No!” you protest, a little too loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the thumping of music and bodies and voices. “It’s— Kafka, please, just tell him to turn around, I really don’t want him to deal with me today.”

If you knew her even less, you’d misinterpret the twitch in her expression as concern—but you’re not too dumb, so you read it as amusement. “Trust me, he’s not going to have a problem with that. You’ll be fine.”

Whatever that means. Kafka’s too cryptic for your liking, but you won’t complain. She wiped up your vomit from the dirty bathroom tiles and stayed with you to make sure you didn't get trampled, and she didn't complain about any of that. In a week, when you have enough strength to face her again, you’ll treat her to a good, expensive, flaky pastry. She seems like the kind of person who would love those.

Her phone buzzes with a text notification, and she clicks her tongue, standing up and pulling you with her. Her hand is still warm, seeping through the sleeve of your shirt as she takes you by the forearm, gentle but guiding. Your stomach churns at the thought of seeing Blade, the thought of him seeing you like this. Freshly-puked-out with a nasty stomachache all because of a party that he told you not to go to.

You hold back your protests as Kafka leads you through the still-crowded frat house. What time is it? Has nobody gotten bored yet, seriously? At least you didn't kill the mood by running to the bathroom and weeping into the toilet. It seems like nobody noticed, except for Kafka, and you don’t know if that should make you feel comforted or just more upset.

The cool air of the night hits you as you step through the front door, eyes tracking your feet as you walk down the concrete steps. You see the silhouette of Blade’s ugly blue car in your peripheral vision, but you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing the disappointment on his face so soon. He’s going to rip you a new one, and then call you a slob and kick you out of the apartment and say I can’t have a party fiend living with me even though this was your first party ever, honest.

You barely register that you’ve reached the passenger side of Blade’s car, only coming back to awareness when Kafka opens the door for you and starts nudging you into the seat. A really pathetic part of you wants to grab onto her arm and cry hard enough that she just relents and lets you walk home, but you’re already half into the passenger seat, looking everywhere but Blade.

“Take care of them, won’t you, Bladie?” Kafka commands lightly, her hand leaving your arm as you get situated and buckled up in the car. Blade lets out a little huff in response and your stomach sinks. He’s already annoyed.

The car ride to your apartment is only five minutes at this time of night. You just have to survive five minutes in silence and pray that he doesn’t tear into you and scold you like a disappointed parent. A glance at the clock on the car’s console confirms that it’s half past midnight. What the fuck. What were you even doing at the party for that long, besides vomiting and crying?

The car rumbles, exhaust sputtering a little bit as Blade pulls out from the side of the street and drives slowly, carefully, as if not to rattle you, and you really just want him to speed up and throttle the car around so you feel more guilty about waking him up in the middle of the night to come pick you up. Blade goes to bed at eleven, the latest. You can’t imagine why Kafka thought it would be a good idea to call him, of all people, but then you remember that you kind of don’t have any other friends on campus. Your chest tightens at the thought.

Blade makes some kind of sniffling noise, his way of trying to initiate some kind of conversation. There’s not even any music playing, because he always drives in dead silence because he’s abnormal, and on any other day you’d tease him about it like you always do. You see him turn his head to you in the corner of your eye, but you refuse to acknowledge him. You wish he’d just start scolding you, yelling at you or something.

Tears prickle behind your eyes, painfully so, but your hands tighten around each other in your lap as you will yourself to not cry like a baby in front of your roommate. He lets out another sigh, but it doesn’t sound angry, just tired, and somehow that makes you feel worse.

“What were you guys even drinking?” is his question of voice, and it’s the one question you didn't want him to ask, and you can’t help it when the tears spill over and you bring your hand up to wipe them away frantically, hiccuping a little bit as your gut churns.

“What—” Blade stutters, and he never stutters, and you see him whip his head around to look at you, crying into your hands over a simple question, and you just want to leave the car and walk home like you told Kafka you would do. He pulls over to the side of some residential street. There’s a dog barking in a yard and wind chimes clinking together, and you think of your handmade bottle cap wind chime hung in the balcony of yours and Blade’s apartment, and it just makes you cry more.

The car comes to a full stop. Blade puts it in park and turns completely to you. You spare a quick glance at him through the gaps between your fingers, and there’s something like worry on his face, which you’ve never seen before. His face is pinched, lips parted as if wanting to say something, but he can’t. He’s waiting for you.

“I didn't drink anything, Blade,” you sob, feeling miserable at the state of yourself, at how you went to a frat party with nobody you knew and just walked around like a lost child, too scared to drink or talk to anyone, too anxious to say a word. “Not even a shot, or a sip, nothing from the fridge. It was so stupid, you were right, okay? It was a stupid idea, and I shouldn’t have gone.” Your breath catches in your throat, and the car is dead quiet as Blade lets your words sink in.

You try not to make so much noise when you cry, but you’re sniveling and wiping your face and wishing that he would just stop looking at you like that. You can still see the ruby-red of his eyes even when you can’t bear to look up at him, and it makes you so viscerally upset.

Blade is beautiful, really, and it makes you so upset that he looks better than you right now despite him being dragged right out of bed by Kafka’s phone call with a request to pick you up just minutes ago. You, who spent hours selecting an outfit, just to feel inadequate and wholly ugly the minute you walked through the door. It felt like you were back in middle school, spending hours with your parents picking out an outfit to a school dance, looking through ties and pants and shoes, just to show up and feel both overdressed and underdressed, feel like a fool, feel like you just can’t look the way everyone else does. Like something is always a little wrong.

“Kafka said that you got sick. You didn't drink anything? You’re sure?”

“No,” you confirm pitifully, wanting him to just drop the topic and drive the rest of the way home and never talk about this again. “I was just anxious, and I puked like an idiot. Kafka helped me, she was the only one that I knew at the party. I don’t know. I don’t remember anymore. I was just anxious.”

He says your name, not unkindly, but with a prying tone that just makes a fresh wave of tears stream down your face in rivulets. “Why would you go if you didn't know anyone?”

“I don't know!” you shout, heated with embarrassment. You’re acting like a child, throwing a tantrum and crying and shouting in Blade’s car. The seatbelt is too tight on you. You fiddle with it, pulling it from the juncture of your neck and shoulder and loosening it, scratching your bitten nails against the scratchy cloth and looking out of the car window so that you can avoid Blade’s awful, terrible, intrusive gaze.

“I just wanted to be normal, or something. I don’t know anybody from any of my classes. I don’t talk to anyone from my major. And then I got the invite for the party somehow and I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, Blade, I know I should’ve listened to you, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” he says firmly, fully turned to you now, as if he wants you to look back at him, to listen to whatever he’s going to say, and that’s the one thing you don’t want to do. You hate that he’s being kind. You wish he’d be sarcastic and mean and cruel, bite into you and feed off your self-pity. But he’s being nice, nice in the same way that he’s nice when he buys the right brand of milk for you (because the others make you sick, and the taste is different), or when he drives you places in his car when it’s raining so that you don’t have to take the buses everywhere, or when he comes home with your ridiculous coffee order that costs a hellacious amount of money with all of your substitutions and additions and flavorings.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he says resolutely, leaving no room for argument, “Just— I didn't know you were feeling like that. I would’ve gone with you if you told me you needed someone. I assumed you were going with a friend.”

You don’t respond with I don’t have any friends, because you’re pretty sure that’s clear enough by now, and you don’t want to confirm what’s already been confirmed a million times over just from the way you act. The way you cling to yours and Blade’s apartment, the way you never spend a second longer than you need to in any of your classes, the way that sometimes, when Blade goes out for class or work, you sit on the couch in silence with your laptop out, doing your work for the week and checking the clock and taking naps so that you don’t have to feel so alone for so long.

“You didn't want to go,” you say instead, “I wasn’t going to make you just because I’m— I don’t know.”

“I would’ve gone for you,” he tells you, really tells you, with a force in his words, like he wants to drive the point into you with a stake, driven right through your heart. “I would do a lot of things if you asked. You just need to ask.”

You don’t— you really don’t want to think about what that means. What he means. You rip your eyes away from the car window and turn to face him. He’s not too close. You almost wish he could be closer, but you would suffocate under the pressure in your stomach and behind your eyes.

He shouldn’t say things like that, things like You just need to ask, because you’d ask for a lot if given the chance. You’d ask for him to come to parties with you, stay by your side, let you put a hand on his shoulder and guide him around another disgusting frat house as if you know what you’re doing. You’d ask him to sleep in the same bed as you some nights, just a foot away from each other, backs turned to each other but still close enough that you can feel the unnatural coldness that radiates off of Blade.

You’d ask him to introduce you to Kafka and that other girl they hang out with, to say something stupid and funny like This is my abhorrent roommate, be nice to them, and that way you’d have more contacts in your phone that aren't just Blade and your parents and two old high school friends who you haven’t spoken to in a year. You’d ask him to be a lot more than just a plus-one to a party full of people you’ve never met.

“I just want to go home,” you breathe out, a guilty confession burning your gums and leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” he asserts for the second time tonight, making your lungs squeeze as you puff out a tired exhale. Blade turns back in his seat, taking the car out of park and heading back onto the road—driving slowly, yet again, avoiding cracks and potholes in the road. “You need to eat something. You’ll wake up with a hellish headache if you go to bed dehydrated.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I said it, so it’s true,” he says petulantly, turning the car down into a road that’s definitely not in the direction of your apartment building. To your hidden delight, the glowing sign of a twenty-four-seven ice cream store comes into view, and you sit up just a little bit. Blade slows the car as he turns into the drive-thru, glancing at you with an eyebrow half-raised.

“What do you want? I’ll order for you.”

“I don’t have my wallet,” you admit, just a little bit embarrassed. “I didn't even bring my keys with me. Do you think they take Apple Pay?”

A breathy laugh escapes him, and you catch sight of a dimple pressed into his cheek, and you want to press your thumb into it and look at his smile, just for a little longer. “Don’t be dumb. I’m paying,” he tells you, the same way he has every time he pays for your cafe drink, or when he comes home from work with your favorite, and says You’re broke enough without having to pay for these drinks, don’t pay me back in that snippy way he shows his care.

You ask for a medium vanilla milkshake, with sprinkles, and he gets you a large instead, which you’re more than grateful for. He refuses to let you look at the receipt for the total cost, and hands you the milkshake with a comical severity that you often see in him. The sweet drink washes away any bitter taste left in your mouth, and you feel a little better, a little nicer in your haphazard party outfit and under Blade’s fleeting gaze.

A deep sigh escapes you, one of relief, when the car finally parks at your apartment building. Blade puts a cold hand between your shoulder blades, unobtrusive and leading, and it’s a comforting contrast from the heat lingering on your skin from the party and the closed car. It feels right, more in-place than Kafka’s warm hands were when she wiped your face and kept you steady, though she was just as gentle.

Blade all but tosses you onto the couch, claiming that it’s much too late for a shower and he’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion in the tub. You relent easily, the exhaustion of the night hitting you and soaking into your limbs.

“I’ll let you sleep on the couch,” he says, and it’s a good and kind thing, because he knows that sometimes you hate your bedroom because it’s just too empty, and the constant sound filtering into the living room puts you at ease. He never lets you sleep on the couch, because it’s bad for your back, and he jokes about you developing adult onset scoliosis with the awful way you sleep. Letting you do it, just this once, is another one of his small mercies.

The TV is on, humming at a low volume, and your legs are thrown across Blade’s lap. You’re shocked that he’s willing to fall asleep with you like this, but he’s kind, sarcastic and biting but kind all the same, as much as he loathes to admit it. It’s not too lonely, you decide, hearing the bottle cap wind chimes on your balcony clink together in dissonant harmonies.

(There’s a missing text from a new contact on your phone when you wake up, coming from pretty lady friend, extending an invite to brunch in two days, and you kick your legs on the couch in giddy excitement, thinking about how you’ll rope Blade into coming with you, too.)

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cosmal · 1 year

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"my favorite trope is when someone believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing" this as a prompt with james im begging

overwhelmed

summary you think james is tired of you.

content james potter. x fem!reader, angst.

You wait for James outside the pub and try not to cry. You'd rather do it when he gets back. You'd rather not cry at all but it'll be easier with him. You'll only upset him and you don't want to. But the thought of not crying now seems impossible.

You hear the bell over the door ring and feel entirely relieved when you see him coming down the stairs. He finds you almost immediately and the first tear falls as he wraps you up in his arms.

You think it might be worse because you hadn't told him you were upset. That you must've said or done something inside to let him know how you'd felt.

He smooths a hand over your head and whispers something you can't discern. You let a sob free and then hear a, "It's okay, sweetheart. I got you."

The tears only worsen and you don't want them to. You feel embarrassed for making him leave and worse for crying outside into his pretty dress shirt. "I'm sorry," you manage to say. Voice sticky with hot tears.

"Don't," he says with a firmness you appreciate. He kisses and kisses into your hairline until you feel dizzy with his affection. You pull back to make sure you don't dirty his shirt with snot and catch his upset face. "Don't be sorry, it's okay."

"It's not." You steal a hand from between your bodies and wipe your nose with the back of it. "I've ruined your night and I'm really sorry. Really, James."

James had been having a lovely night. He'd been in his element, laughing about stupid things with his friends. He'd chatted everyone's ear off for almost an hour before you'd decided it was too much. You'd gotten overwhelmed like you usually do. You'd surprised yourself you'd managed to last so long.

You thought you could just tell James you were leaving, he'd understand, you hate outings like this - much the opposite to him. He insisted he was coming with you. I'm not letting you catch the tube at 9pm, Y/N.

You're sick of ruining things for him.

"Y/N, sweetheart," he steals your face, warm hands resting over your even warmer cheeks, "it's fine, I promise. You weren't having a good time, I wasn't gonna let you leave by yourself."

You blink slowly and a stray tear rolls over his knuckles. "I should've stayed. I should've just put up with it."

"No, baby. If you're not enjoying yourself you gotta let me know, yeah?' He lets your face go in favour of your shoulders. Firm hands squeezing out the knots in your tensed muscles. He's an awful way of unwinding you. "It's better if you do."

You grasp his elbows and try not to cry again. He moves you away from being so close to the road. "I always," you try to steel yourself, taking in a shuddering breath. "I always ruin things. You're always having a good time and I freak and bail."

"It's okay," he says for the tenth time. You're yet to believe it.

"No, it's gotta be tiring, baby," you sniffle, wiping your face with a cruel hand. "It's hard and I'm sorry." For every It's okay he gives you, you give him and I'm sorry.

He hugs you again and you're sure it's more for himself. You think he's trying not to cry. "It's not hard," he says. Quieter than he's been all night. "It's not hard. Doing things like this for you, aren't hard. Loving you isn't hard."

"It will be eventually," you murmur into his shirt. He squeezes you harder.

"No," he shakes his head and his chin knocks against yours. "never. I'll never get over loving you, yeah?"

You tuck your face into his neck and kiss the skin there. Gently, to show the outrageous amount of love and appreciation you have for him. You squeeze as hard as you think you should. You hear his breathing skip. "I'll never get over loving you either, Jamie."

"I hope not."

By the time you've really calmed down, you've realised where you are again. You peel your sticky face away from his neck, grateful he stood on the pavement waiting for you to relax for so long. You're sure his arms hurt from holding you.

"Can we get crepes from the place down the street?" you ask once you think you've evened your breathing.

"You read my mind." He smiles.

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hearts-4-vicky · 2 months

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Omg what’s ur thoughts on 69ing with the fimmies?

kinda forgot to post… um 🤫 short sorry my luvs😔❤️ oh n i somehow read 69ing as tribbung so um i had to rewrite it… im listening to beautiful christmas writinf this❤️❤️jingle bell jingle bell everyboyd cum have n have urself a self a besuciyful chrismuar🔥 i luv aespa n red velevt sumtimes🐺 u gotta be BOLD😆 just rock thw world!!🤓 BOOYAHHH💥lalalalalala🧏 happiness!!! lalalalalalala r u hapi huh

only unnie line + zuha for obvious reasons

warnings: sub kinda bratty chaewon, subby baby zuha 😍, soft dom kkura, pussy drunk yunjin, switch reader, overstimulation, unnie kinkk, 69ing, whats the thing called where like its crying and they like it, idk what else im tired (its barely 10 pm)

not proofread…

Chaewon

shes sensitive tell me otherwise and ur stewpid😾 tries to convince you and herself that shes not but blow air on her folds and shes melting.. definitely makes up little games on who can make the other cum first

“you… you fucking cheated!”

“chae i barely even did anythi-“

“CHEATER CHEATER PUMPKIN EATER😾”

angry issues pull up and now shes putting her all to make sure you cum hard on her face.. and you do duhhhh her tongue exploring your wet cunt, her free hand rubbing your clit omg im gon- *train zooms by*

i love sour grapes listen to it and swan song both bops i cried to sour grapes one time luv is sour grapes🎀 some1 make an angst fic with that song omg toxic relationship with chae n yeah hear me lht

Sakura

i want this woman in every single way omg SHE SOS UGGHHHHHHHH SAKURA MIYAWAKI THE WOMAN YOG AREEE OMG

her pussy is pretty asf and i stand by that statement. and she makes love she doesnt fuck😍 would def cry in the middle of lapping at your cunt.. um idk where this idea came from but it reminds me of her…

“kkura- are you okay baby?-“

“I love you so much.”

yeah then she dives right back into your puffy pussy to show her appreciation, making you moan right into her pretty cunt omg… i could go on and on abt her…

yes u can watch me watch i if u love me but u cant touch me otuch me, i if u love me

Yunjin

doesn’t know when to stop… literally gets soo pussy drunk to the point where she just keeps going😭

“Jen-! holy fuckING shit! mmh- s’too m-much..”

“….huh”

really puts the huh in huh yunjin, doesnt even realize you guys were supposed to 69, just makes you drown her in your hot cunt and plush thighs… grabs your hips to pull you impossibly closer yeah you’re not walking straight tmrw..

Kazuha

subbiest sub to me omg that girl is a loser in a hot body… would switch japanese when shes too overwhelmed with your hot tongue in her cunt!

“u-unnie! fuck- fastER!”

“that was so hot, um what does that mean…”

babygirl would be moaning so much she neglects your needy pussy:( but its okay cuz her moans r soooo pretty, her little gasps that turn to whimpers when you make her grind on your tongue… O-*gunshots*

hi my lovessss i missed u guys i love you all 300 of u guys n stuff thanks for your support 💋(im really happy i promise💔💔💔)

Stay safe and love you lots

-Vicky 💋

#anon ask #wlw #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut #kim chaewon x reader smut #miyawaki sakura smut #nakamura kazuha smut #huh yunjin smut #vicky’s asks #thanks

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cvlutos · 1 year

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"Kindergarten Teacher"

| 01.30.23 | 1.3K | Rated PG |

DILF!NRC Staff X GN!Reader

T.Manor.Notes: @hideousvoid Void. I blame you cause im slightly a Mozus Fan.

You work at your local elementary school, a simple kindergarten teacher. Taking care of kids and children all day and doing your job well. Well enough until you catch the attention of five handsome bachelors.

♡ DIRE CROWLEY

One very energetic five-year-old son, Keiran, who is often getting into trouble. Who is also very spoiled by his father, who you assume is only in his 30s. He’s weird, always the very first parent to drop his son and the very last parent to pick up his son. Who is always kind though sometimes inconveniences you, by arriving later than he’s supposed to. His ex-wife sometimes retrieves their son, and she absolutely despises him. Won't hesitate to speak badly about him, though she seems kind enough.

“Hey-llo!”

His voice is loud and sucks you from your thoughts as you turn from the toy section and dusting off your hands. Dire Crowley has a grin across his lips, the usual gold mask covering the upper half of his face. You aren’t sure why he wears it, nor have you ever asked. You glance at the clock, 30 minutes late, again. He notices the restrained sigh and gives a sheepish grin. “I know. I know—”

You move across the room, gently shaking Keiran’s shoulders, seeing as he fell asleep. “Ill make it up to you. Promise.” The boy mumbles and shifts, before waking up with a soft yawn. “[Name]~ You know i will. How bout dinner?” You usher Keiran towards the door, holding his hand and giving the man a knowing look. You can’t go on dates with parents. “I know that look. Promise. It’s completely professional.”

You watch Keiran, half-asleep, latch to his father’s leg, before looking at the man before you. He has an earnest smile and you sigh. “Only if it’s professional. Nothing else.”

Dire is dedicated. One professional date turned into two, then two turned into five. Which was quickly spread cause of Keiran telling the next door classroom teacher, who teases you profusely about liking the elusive man. While Crowley is more than pleased and very public about him pursing you, while remaining “professional”.

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♡ DIVUS CREWEL

He has a sassy and quite smart six-year-old daughter, Belle, who many call Bonnie. She’s a real chatterbox and quite popular amongst her peers with impeccable fashion taste like her father. Who is very intimidating and quite punctual. Never a moment late. He’s extremely intimidating, yet most of the teachers gather for his appearance. He’s absolutely gorgeous. Same with his ex-wife, who is also quite intimidating and snappy, like it’s amazing just how well they look together even if they aren’t together.

“[Name].”

Divus’ voice seems to echo as several other kindergarten teachers watch the scene unfold. You kneeling, helping Bonnie fix her dress which some boy ruined, that had her crying, while Divus had his usual unreadable scowl. “Uh—yes.” You’ve seen other students get scolded as if children by Crewel and the last thing you needed is to be dragged to hell and back for his daughter crying. He doesn’t respond, kneeling beside you, and pulling a black and white handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his daughter’s tears.

“We save our tears for private and so none receive satisfaction.” He speaks to his daughter, smoothing out the expensive material of her ruined dress, before turning his head to you once she stopped crying.

“I would like to invite you to an event with me and Belle. She really favors you.”

You look at the girl, watching her curls bounce as she nods, a pretty smile spreading across her lips. “I want you to go.” And how could you refuse?

You smile in return, “Id love too.”

Divus is the definition of perfect and an absolute gentleman. After the event with the father-daughter duo, both treat you extremely differently at work. Bonnie was far nicer than she was before and always asks you to visit, while Divus takes a moment to greet you and speak to you, much to the other teachers dismay. Sometimes on the rarest occasions, you’ll find the freshest bouquet of red roses on your desk, which only meet Bonnie’s giggles when you ask.

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♡ MOZUS TREIN

Now he already has two daughters, but you see him when he comes to pick up his five-year-old grandson, Edward, and his eight-year-old granddaughter, Ana, who’s in a different classroom. Mozus makes a special appearance, always arriving posed and perfect, an older man, who only smiles at the sight of his grandchildren. You’ve spoken to him once about bullying that was happening and he applauded you for helping his grandson, who was an absolute people pleaser.

“Excellent job. I thank you for having enticing programs. I wish half the teacher taught as such.”

Delicate finger picked and plucked at the invisible dust of his refined coat, before flicking him off and looking at you lazily, almost like a cat. You give a sheepish smile.

“Of course—“

“But I do have some adjustments if you don’t mind me sharing,” he trails off, a thin smile across his lips as he watches Edward shove his school work into his bag, a chocolate chip cookie hanging past his lips as he tries to be fast. “Tea. Sometime this weekend if your free. To better enrich your curriculum.”

“I—okay.”

You aren’t into older men, at least, you shouldn’t be. Yet he has the most poise and grace. He never raises his volume, never yells, and finds tactful ways to show his own displeasure. He’s also extremely smart, giving the most useful tips for your lesson plans, all while petting his cat, Lucius, who merely stares at you.

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♡ ASHTON VARGAS

He’s a lot. And unlike the other teachers, you never see him pick up his son, Adam, never once. It’s only his ex-girlfriend, who is a very quiet and put together woman. You ran into Ashton while at the gym, whether for yourself or a friend, for moral support. He noticed you before you noticed him. Yelling at you with a wide grin, while surround by men. If you hadn’t known better, you’d assume he was gay.

“Ah! [Name]! Just the person I wanted to see.”

You have an uncomfortable grin while he chats away. Questioning you about his ex-girlfriend. If she was seeing someone, if she brought that scrawny dude Johnathan with her when she came. (Which she has, and he was extremely sweet, plus he and Ashton’s Ex have been together for nearly 3 years. But you’re not gonna tell him that.) He grilled you for a good 30 minutes before stopping and looking your over.

“Actually. In better lighting, you are quite attractive.”

After that, you could not get rid of him. He was adamant on picking up his son, who was just as confused as you and his mother. While Ashton flirted with the other ladies, before sending you a wave and enormous smile and going on his merry way.

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♡ SAM

The youngest man out of all the parents with a daughter, Tia, who is just the sweetest, while also insanely odd. She spends most of her time alone and doing her own thing. And oddly, you’re the only person she smiles at. And often bring you homemade gifts. While her father scares you every time he visits, always popping up from the shadows with a grin.

“Heyy~”

He waves, one of the later parents, always busy and just back from working, which you know from talking with Tia. Who’s also as silent as her father, appearing randomly all prepared to go. Before stopping and waving at you, with a very happy goodbye, which surprises Sam a lot, but nonetheless chuckles.

You run into in his shop for a quick snack after work, which turns into you spending nearly two hours with them. Since Tia needed homework help, and was insistent you help and not her dad, cause ‘he liked making up stuff’ which Sam never denied. You end up spending a lot of time with them.

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“Now. Who would you choose?”

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6-zao-xing-9 · 4 months

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Hayooo potato , I saw that you have request open so I was trying to not cry when I was writing that but I want to request if you could make headcanons of the pjsk boy as your husband if you are comfortable

( sorry if I write something because English is not my main language 😔 )

Husbands

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: just the boys as husbands <3

This writing contains...... Fluff.... Aged up! characters(obvi)

A/N: oh my gosh.... OH MY GOSH MY FIRST REQ THAT ISNT FROM A MOOT AAAAA. TySM for requesting😭🙏 ive never written headcannons before so im sorry if this isnt to your liking. Ill get better at it eventually. PLEASE don't hesitate to send in more reqs! I had so much fun writing this and I'm super proud of it <3

Kamishiro Rui:

this man would be so sweet

He would definitely try to cook for you(and fail)

He has never successfully cooked something in his life(i dont think)

Itll be hard to convince him not to blow up yours and the neighbor's house but you end up doing it cuz he cant say no to you

Hes smitten

A simp

If you steal his soda candy he is stealing yours or whatever you like to eat 2x

If you put vegetables in his food, he will sneakily put them in your bowl

If you call him out for it, then he'll just admit it but continue to do it nonetheless (though id like to think he'd grow out of that once hes and adult)

This man has no shame

if he wakes up before you(which he probably does), his morning routine is to give you a sweet kiss on your forehead while you're still peacefully sleeping, and then walk off to make you and him tea(or coffee if you prefer(its probably the one thing he can make))

If you wake up before him, he will sneakily walk in the kitchen where youre preparing breakfast and snake his arms around you waist while placing his chin on your head or shoulder

That is a must

Hes very affectionate

He'll definitely tease you a little if you got spooked by his sudden touch

Now onto how he sleeps....

Sleeping with this man is a nightmare

Hes got such long limbs, if hes feeling clingy, then good luck with that

He will literally wrap his arms and legs around you and trap you in his grip

Doesn't matter how many times you whine or complain

He'll just kiss you to shut you up

And when he's up late at night, working on an invention, he loves to just plop you in his lap while you watch him work

Your super warm to him

If you end up falling asleep on his lap, he'll literally melt right then and there

also super sweet

As an absolute simp

This man will do anything for you

He can cook(probably), he can (probably) clean, he can sing, he can act, he can play the piano

Perfect husband, right?

The only downfall is that hes scared of bugs

How unmanly of him

If he wakes up before you then he will cook breakfast and most likely succeed

But ofc hes gonna succeed cuz who the heck doesn't know how to cook eggs and toast?

Now if you wake up before him, he will almost burst your eardrums with his loud "GOOD MORNING, MY DEAR CO-STAR!"

especially since he came out of nowhere yelling like that

Id like to think he is definitely a morning person

I just can't seem him being grumpy

If you get spooked by his sudden greeting, he'll laugh loudly and give you a big morning hug while kissing your cheek

Now sleeping with him is pretty comfy and normal

If he goes to bed before you then he will try to stay awake for when you go to bed just to cuddle before falling asleep

If he goes to bed after you then depending on how tired he is, he will plop down on the bed and just nuzzle his head in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist

If he's feeling clingy, then he'll just do the same but 10x tighter

If youre a good housewife, then expect lots of praise everytime you do everything!

Youre cooking? It smells so good!

You finished cleaning? I haven't spotted any dust in 48 hours! Good job!

He's definitely the kind of person to reward you with a kiss on the cheek everytime you do something good

If you put any kind of peppers, even bell peppers in his food, he will have no choice but to eat it because he doesn't want to seem so childish in front of you

Besides, you cooked it for him, so he should eat it, right?

After the meal, he will 'subtly' suggest not to put peppers in his food ever again

Aoyagi Toya:

Probably the sweetest one in this entire ff

If he could cook, he would, but unfortunately you'd probably just be eating black gunk for dinner if you let him cook

Other than that he's 10/10 husband material

He'll sing for you, dance for you, and even though it brings bad memories, just for you, he'll play the piano or violin if you ask

He'll especially do that if he knows you like either or and has had a bad day

He's happy when you're happy, and there's nothing better than to see you happy because of him

90% of the time, he wakes up first

Will definitely make himself coffee and make you whatever morning drink you like

If you have a super specific starbucks or just coffee order in general, he will not fail to bring you the exact coffee you requested

Bro was so confused when you just stared at him like "Did you just do that."

If you somehow wake up before him, then he likes to calmly walk up behind and greet you, before kissing your cheek, forehead, or hand

He is such a sweetheart when you guys go to bed

when you guys first got married, he always used to ask, "Are you comfortable? Do you have enough of the blanket? Do you want to cuddle? Am I too close?"

He eventually got used to what and what youre not comfortable with

If you ever cooked him squid, he would probably just stare at it, darting his eyes between you and the squid

He was so confused because he thought that you already new he didn't like squid

He'll probably start a conversation and try to maneuver his way into saying how he doesn't like squid

If you're obviously ignoring it(probably just to mess with him), well that's too bad

He'll just have to suck it up and eat it

If he's ever feeling a bit clingy, then he'll politely ask to cuddle, and then hold you so tight you feel like you're suffocating/hj

This

Man

Is such a menace when you're sleeping together

Bro hogs the blanket and doesn't have an ounce of shame

If you complain, he'll grudgingly toss you a quarter of the blanket while he gets the remaining three

If you whine and squirm and kick him off the bed he'll eventually comply though

Just expect him to be extra clingy in the morning as his 'payback' for kicking him off the bed

100% not a morning person

He tries to cook and the food ends up okay...

Could be better and could be worse

Now if you are just a little good at cooking/baking, he will 'subtly'(not so subtly) ask you to make pancakes or cheesecake

Once you do make it, he'll eat them with ✨delight✨, but when you ask him how it is he'll just be like

"Oh it tastes okay."

If you tease him about how his mouth absolutely waters whenever he sees you cooking, he will deny it and might have to kiss you to shut you up

But then he just ends up flustering himself

If you are the sensitive type and get offended, he'll feel bad and tell you it tastes excellent

You probably wake up before him 90% of the time

And 90% of the time that happens, he'll hold onto you with his death grip for at least 15 minutes before releasing you, just to spite you. And also because he enjoys cuddles and doesn't want you to leave

If you put carrots in his food

He will literally just stare at you

His eyes say everything

He doesn't say it, but his eyes say, "You know what you did."

He then will take his chopsticks, take the carrots and plop them into your bowl, all while maintaining eye contact

Will sing for you if you want and gets flustered when you compliment him

Thanks for reading!

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come-into-my-parlour · 18 days

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Coming home to find a note from you covering a plate. I can't see what it's hiding but the note says Eat Me. How strange. I pick it up to see what's under it.

It's at least two handfuls of various pills in different colors and sizes. Hm, I've never seen so many different drugs in one spot before. I don't want to disappoint you but I'm scared. I read the note again. Okay.

I start taking the pills one by one and it takes me a long time to know for sure I'll manage to keep them down. Once I'm done eating what you left for me I see you've scribbled something on the plate. "Bed"

I go to our bed and see a pile of clothes. Crotchless lace panties, a bra that keeps my tits up but doesn't cover them, thigh high stockings, mesh gloves that end in a satin mitten-like fabric. I don't know what you'd want me to do but I guess I won't need to use my fingers for it. And, lastly, a collar with a bell. Well, that explains why everything is in cow print. Okay, I'll try anything once.

I put on everything you've laid out for me and I want to see myself wearing it. I go to the mirror and before I've even looked at myself, I see some writing on it.

"Good night, princess."

I read it and reread it, very confused. What do you mean?

But then I can feel my head get dizzy. The room is spinning and I'm on my hands and knees trying to keep it still. I can't. Everything is moving. I fall down and I think I pass out.

I wake up to sounds of cows but they're strange. There's also moaning, I think. I'm so confused. I can hear a lot of men's voices and panting and sounds of wet flesh slapping. Where am I?

I open my eyes but they feel heavy. I'm still a bit dizzy but in an instant, all that gets overshadowed by an overwhelming heat. My body is on fire. I feel hot everywhere, but especially between my legs. I think I'm wet but I can't move to touch myself and check. It's just now I realize im strapped to something, my hands and knees bound to it as I'm placed leaning on it. My tits feel heavy and sore as they hang low towards the ground and I don't know why they feel that way. I can't look around yet, my head is still spinning, so even though I fight it, I pass out.

When I come to, my breasts hurt so bad. I can feel water flowing on my thighs between my legs, and I'm drooling. I look around and I'm shocked.

There are dozens of women naked or wearing similar clothing to me, strapped to a wooden bench of some sort in the same position I am in. Each woman has a far off look to her and is either smiling blissfully or moaning in pleasure. I can see men surrounding most of them but a few are left alone and there are machines strapped to them.

I can see their breasts are connected to something that appears to be milking them. There's also a fucking machine pushing a dildo between their legs and a bucket placed between their spread legs. They're leaking so much I thought they were relieving themselves but it looks like it's just their arousal that's leaking that way. Is that even possible? Is that why I feel wet between my legs? Am I leaking in that same way?

I look to the women with men around them and see they're pounding their cocks in every hole they find while the women are being milked. I hear a few of them moo.

I'm so shocked and captivated by the sight before me that I don't realize you're standing in front of me.

"Good morning, princess." I look up to you and you look so normal and I look like this and I feel like crying.

"Now, now. No crying. The only places you're allowed to leak for me are from your pretty mouth, gorgeous breasts and from your needy pussy." You punctuate your words by touching my lips, the side of one of my breasts and barely grazing my pussy lips. But by the time you're behind me to do that, I'm screaming. It feels so good I'm blinded by the pleasure. I don't know how I didn't pass out again.

"Mm, I can see you're ready." You look to me. "Are you ready, pet? Are you ready to be milked and bred?" You're looking at me expecting something but I can't take this anymore.

"What are you doing to me? Get me out of this and take me home! Now!" I scream as loud as I can.

Before I'm even done with my tantrum you slap my ass cheek hard. Then the other one. Then come to my face and squeeze my jaw. You tip my head up so I can took at you.

"Cows don't talk."

I'm so shocked I gasp. You take that opportunity and shove your cock down my throat. You taste so good. You're so hard inside my mouth. I want to eat your cum. Let me. Please, let me.

No, what the fuck? Where are these thoughts coming from!? I start trying to squirm away but you're relentless. You keep fucking my mouth and I can feel the drool pool and leak down my chin. Please, feed me your cum. Please, I promise I'll be good to you. I close my eyes and moan in pleasure. I can feel my wetness drip straight in what i presume is a bucket like the others have. And even that sound is oddly arousing.

My tits feel like they're about to explode but the force with which you're fucking my mouth is making them sway back and forth and it feels so good. I moan around your dick and try to lick you. I look up to you and you must see the switch in my gaze because you smile.

"There's my good little cow. Are you hungry?" You moan and he doesn't take long before he spills inside you and you feel it slip down your throat. You choke a bit but make sure to swallow.

Only after he decides you must have swallowed it all does he pull out of you. He pats your head and says "Good cow." You smile at that with the same dreamy smile you saw on the other women.

The memory of that snaps you out of whatever daze you were just in and you start squirming and trying to escape your restraints. He frowns at you.

"Stop that, cow." But you keep going and you can see him getting angry now. He grabs your face again and leans in close.

"Listen to me now and listen well. This is your life now. I am your God, your master, you reason for living. You are my breeding cow, my toy to do with as I please. You are an animal and you exist to take my pleasure. You are nothing else. You are not allowed to talk. You are not allowed to touch yourself. You are only allowed to move if I am walking you on a leash. You exist for me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can be rewarded. The more you struggle, the more I'll punish you. And you won't like that, would you, cow?"

You look up at him with wide eyes full of fear. That seems to soften him a little.

"Listen, pet. I know it's a big change, but I know you can take it. I know you'll enjoy it. I know you'll love it as soon as you give in. I will take care of you. I will make your life heavenly. You know I can. You see these tits?" He touches one of your heavy breasts and you moan without meaning to. "I know they hurt and feel sore and heavy and I can take that pain away. I can make it feel so so good if you let me take care of you. That wet pussy that's still dripping in your bucket? I can fill it with so much cum you'll be leaking it for days straight in the bucket, mixing it with your pussy juice." You shiver. "I'll take good care of you, pet. So give in to me and don't fight me." You raise your eyebrows still not understanding. He sighs.

"If you're difficult, I'll have to let you go. But don't think that means you'll get away from here. You won't. This is your life now and there's no escape. But you'll be given to someone else. And if you're difficult with him, too, you'll be left in a shared paddock for common use. Is this what you want? To be a shared animal between dozens of men every day who don't care about you? Don't care to make you feel good? Hurt you just because they can?" You look at him with your frightened eyes again.

"At least I love you. I want to you to feel good too. I want you to love it here." He caresses your cheek. "Don't you want that, pet?"

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. If those were your choices, then yes. You do want that. You open your eyes and they're a bit blurry with tears. You look up at him with your eyes resolute. You will accept this. You will learn. He must see that because he smiles.

"Good cow. Now, let's take care of your udders."

He starts strapping the milking machine to your breasts and you've never felt anything like this before. You feel so sore but every time he touches you, you feel so good.

When he finishes with the straps, he presses a button and you immediately scream. It feels soo good. The suckers are pulling at your nipples and you start to moan so loud. Nothing else exists beside those suckers working your hard tips. You vaguely hear dripping and realize that your bucket is getting filled with your arousal.

Then you feel it. Milk. It's dripping from your breasts. The machine is actually milking you. You didn't think it'd manage. God, it feels so good. You forget yourself and start writhing your hips, trying to find pleasure. You moan and gasp and pant and move your body trying to find something, anything to touch your clit. You know it wouldn't take long before you cum.

"You look so good being milked, cow." You also forgot he was here. But as you look to him dazed and drooling, he's stroking his cock. You whimper at him.

"Time to breed you now, cow." You moan again and wiggle your ass as much as you're allowed to.

He goes behind you and you feel him align himself with your dripping cunt. He enters you in one hard thrust and you scream. You keep screaming as he pounds into you.

Between his hard unforgiving thrusts into your soaked pussy and the milking machine pulling milk out of your engorged breasts, you lose it. Your orgasm overwhelms you and you pass out again.

When you come to, you still feel hard thrusts between your legs. You whimper and moan and you hear him chuckle.

"Oh, good. You're awake for round three. I'm glad you didn't miss that one." And you hear him grunt and feel his hot thick seed inside you. He starts to pull out and you moan. No, not yet. More!

He slaps your ass. "Don't be greedy, cow." He pushes something back in you but it's not as big as you need it to be.

"That's to keep my cum burried in you until I'm back." He then picks up your bucket and starts spilling the liquid it collected on your ass, legs and back. You feel it dripping from your body to the floor. You didn't even realize you'd produced that much of it.

" There's my nice, clean cow." And he places it back down to its spot.

He kneels next to you and touches your breast. You moan and wiggle again.

"You're still tender but you're not giving me any more milk, so that's all of the machine time you're getting today. If you produce more milk tomorrow, I'll reward you with more time with the machine while I breed you. But if you don't, I won't let you use the machine at all for at least two days."

You gasp, scared that's even a possibility. The relief the milking machine provides is tremendous, but the suckers also give you tremendous pleasure. You need it. You need it like air.

"Now, let's see how you taste then." And he goes to collect some of your milk and drinks it while looking at your eyes. He closes his and sighs. "So fucking sweet." You preen.

He kneels by your face and whispers at your ear. "If you're good, tomorrow I'll drink it straight from the tit." You can't contain the moan that escapes you. He likes your reaction and pats your head. "Good cow."

He sits up and looks down at your big eyes bracing himself to leave you for the day. You smile and say "Moo."

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