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broshot · 1 year

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Can I request JJK characters x near death hurt reader? C:

a/n: you absolutely can, thank you for the request! this request doesn't have any characters so I picked a few myself, let me know if there's anyone you wanna see in this and I'll write♡ I also added a little confession to this because it was cute :) this is probably not what you expected at all but I hope that's fine

cw/tw: gn!reader, hurt w comfort (angst to fluff), hurt reader, mentions of death + blood, confession, gojo being a dad to megumi (I love them), probs a bit (or very) ooc, contains: gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro (separately)

nanami and sukuna version

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gojo satoru was a man who feared no fights; he was the strongest, invincible. he went into fights knowing he'd win, he never had any doubt of that.

and he smiled. he smiled and he joked around. he wanted to seem strong both mentally and physically. and he was strong, so strong he could protect anyone, he thought.

so why were you laying on the ground with your head on his lap with blood flowing out of your side? why was the ground being painted red with your blood? why was there so much blood, didn't he win the fight with the curse that was attacking you?

he took of the bandage that was over his eyes, placing it on your wound and pressing on it. it didn't help. the blood kept flowing out, staining his hands red.

"(name), open your eyes," he demanded. you shook your head so slightly he might have missed it if he didn't have his eyes glued onto your face.

"try for me, okay? open your eyes just a little."

you obeyed, looking at him with your eyes slightly open. your eyelids felt heavy. you opened your mouth and choked out a quiet "it hurts, I can't."

"no, please. don't leave me now." he pegged as your eyes started to close again.

"please look at me. the help is on the way, I swear." his voice broke a little and he hated it. he didn't want to cry, he wanted to be strong.

"I'm sorry." you whispered, wishing he'd hear your last apology and maybe, if there was a slight chance to it, maybe accept it.

"don't say that as if they were your last words," he said. "please, open your eyes and look at me."

but you didn't react. he noticed the tears in the corners of your eyes and the thin line of blood getting out of your mouth and sliding down on your cheek.

"no," he breathed in, feeling a wave of panic flow over him. he couldn't loose a person he loved, not again. he definitely wouldn't lose you, he swore to himself.

his head was spinning and he felt dizzy. "satoru, you idiot, you can't collapse too." he scoffed at himself.

"don't stand up or the wound will get worse." he said to himself. what if he didn't move, though? would the blood just bleed out before you got any help?

he felt your body get colder and colder by the seconds. his eyes started to sting and he felt warm, salty tears push out of his eyes to his cheeks.

"please wake up, please!" he sobbed out loud. he couldn't lose you, he didn't want to.

and again, he blamed himself for the nth time. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for not being able to save you." he sobbed, hugging you closer to him. he then raised his head up to the sky and screamed "I didn't ask to be the strongest!" as if the universe could hear him and change the past.

he cried like there was no tomorrow. he didn't care if anyone saw him like this, not now. he could make them forget about it soon enough, anyway. he could build his walls back up and stop looking vulnerable, but at that moment none of that mattered to him. he just wanted to keep you safe.

"gojo! (name)! where are you?" he then heard a voice.

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you opened your eyes but immediately closed them due to a bright light in front of you. you suddenly became aware of your horrible headache.

"(name)? are you awake?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you turned to look to your right.

"satoru," you coughed. he was unusually quiet so you quietly asked him if he was okay.

now that was what got him speaking. "are you.. you could've died - you almost did - and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

you smiled softly and nodded. "you seem quiet."

he looked at you. this was a rare sight - he was crying. gojo satoru, the strongest, was crying. but his next words caught you off guard.

"the love of my life almost died, how could I not be quiet?"

"what?"

"I love you, that's what I'm saying." he looked straight into your eyes, not wanting to seem like a coward. his cheeks were slightly pink.

you were quiet and he felt as if his heart was coming out of his mouth. he was nervous, more nervous than he ever had been.

"I love you too." you finally said, shaking some of his nervousness away.

"I love you so much. I promise I won't let you get hurt again, I'll keep you safe forever." he cried, wrapping his arms around you carefully so he wouldn't make your wound hurt.

"I know satoru. I know you will."

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megumi fushiguro didn't show his emotions often. he was cold and awfully straight forward with his words. because of this, he often hurt other people's feelings, may it be intentional or not. he didn't have much friends because of this.

he did what he was asked to. he fought when he was told to, he wanted to fight. if he won fights he could prove that he was strong and worthy.

he wasn't scared of many things, or so he thought. in fact, he told people he was fearless but it was a big lie. he feared many things, his biggest fear being abandonment. he feared that his loved ones would leave him.

and maybe it was the universe playing tricks on him and his stupid believes, because his biggest fear was displaying right in front of his eyes.

you were on the ground, unconscious and bloody.

he hadn't noticed this happening to you. the current fight against some curses took all of his attention.

he rushed over to you, kneeling down. he tried to wake you, tried to make you open your eyes but you didn't.

he didn't really know how to react. he felt his heart tighten and his stomach twist at the thought of you being gone.

he was in absolute shock, not knowing what to do. so he called gojo.

he answered immediately, just as megumi expected. gojo always answered him fact.

"heyyyy megumi, I'm kind of a middle of a fight right now but what's up?"

"it's about (name.) they're hurt. badly." megumi managed to say, suddenly realizing how dry his mouth was.

"I'll be right over." was what he heard gojo say before the call ended. megumi took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. it was his attempt of trying to comfort himself and stop the bad thoughts from coming into his head.

but as he looked at the ground, he became aware of the huge amount of blood that was coming out of your stomach.

and to his surprise, he cried. he cried in the middle of a fighting ground and in front of many many people. he never cried in front of people, but this was not an ordinary situation.

but then gojo appeared next to him. megumi quickly wiped his tears and tried to look as usual as he could but his tears didn't stop flowing out of his eyes. his tears blurred his vision.

"they're going to die and leave me, aren't they?" megumi sobbed as gojo told someone to take you to a safe place.

"they'll survive for sure, megumi, they're strong." gojo tried to comfort him. megumi shook his head.

"but what if they won't survive?" megumi cried. he felt helpless, childish even.

gojo wrapped his arms around megumi. he didn't know what to do in this situation, he didn't really believe his own words about you surviving.

so let megumi scream into his chest, he told megumi to just let it all out.

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you woke up in a hospital bed. your limbs felt heavy and to be honest, you just wanted to sleep. and you felt warm, really warm. were you getting sick?

but you opened your eyes and saw megumi's black hair. he was sleeping next to you, laying his head on your chest. you lift your arm to softly shake him, waking him up.

"(name)," he whispered, still not awake.

"it's me, 'gumi." you smiled and suddenly he was fully awake.

"you're awake." he stated the obvious.

"I am."

"thank god." he sighed. "I thought you died. and left me."

"I would never leave you. especially like that and without a goodbye." you smiled.

megumi hugged you. he didn't hug you often (he wasn't the biggest affection enjoyer) but this wasn't the most unusual thing. what was more unusual was the fact that he was crying.

"oh megumi, don't cry." you pouted.

"I just, I love you so much and I don't want to live without you." he sobbed. he really decided to throw all of the unusual behavior at you at this moment, you thought.

"you love me?"

"of course I love you, how could I not?" he asked, pulling away from the hug to look at you with his teary eyes.

"you're beautiful." you whispered. "and I love you too, megumi."

"thank god." he sighed, pulling you in for another hug.

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this is so bad omg I'm so sorry english isn't my first language btw so sorry for bad writing♡

I'm writing the other requests too, wait patiently my loves :D (and please request more)

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daddyricsdoll · 7 months

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Clandestine ✭ Sebastian Vettel

Summary: You lay on your bed masturbating imagining it's your dads young german friend, that happens to be downstairs. You moan a little too loud and then someone opens the door.

Warnings: Masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), bondage, and a little dacryphilia.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: RB Seb has me in chokehold and I don't wanna get out.

I sat on my bed, my legs parted and my vibrating dildo thrusting in and out of me. Little pants leave my mouth and then moans. I try to keep quiet as my dad is downstairs with his best friend Sebastian.

Oh Sebastian, the young hotshot nearly 5 years older than me, but oh so perfect. His smile and eyes, the colour of the sky, my favourite jeans and clear ocean water. I keep thrusting, tears running down my eyes and my legs start shaking. “Oh Sebastian!” I whine out, a little louder than I hoped.

I go silent for a second, trying to hear if my dad is still with Sebastian downstairs and when I hear their oblivious voices I finally breathe again. I flop back down on my bed, my legs still wide open and bare. My mind doesn’t close the thought of Sebastian, I keep imagining it’s him between my legs, he is the one making me clench and cum, overstimulating me.

I keep the dildo vibrating and shove it as deep as I can inside of me, I close my eyes and start rubbing my clit. I curse under my breath and little pants including the name Sebastian flood out of my mouth. My breathing becomes loud and it’s the only thing I hear though the tranquil room, that's until I hear a little chuckle and look up. His blond hair, bright smile, and light- no now dark eyes. I shut my legs and cover myself up, with the blanket and pillows beside me.

“Oh liebling, you don’t have to hide yourself now.”

“I-I no Sebastian-”

“Take the blanket off.” He commands me. My breathing becomes unsteady and my hands start shaking, no denying the waterfall between my legs, but I was taken by surprise.

“Quickly liebling” He stands metres away from the bed, his arms crossed, and I do just what he asked. My hands remove the blanket from myself, my legs still shut together, but he has an exposed view of my torso.

“Oh come on, don’t hide yourself, don’t act like you weren’t just moaning out my name, wishing that dildo was me. And I’ll tell you now, I’m better. That piece of plastic doesn’t compare to me, so open those legs of yours and show me what made you scream like that.”

The words to explain what happened to me, what I’m feeling…they don’t exist. So very slowly, I spread my legs, my knees bent and dildo still buzzing inside of me. A gorgeous smile blooms on his face, barely covering his smirk. I watch his eyes roam around my vulnerable body and he slowly starts taking steps toward me.

“Go” He lifts his chin up in a quick motion. I move my hand to the dildo and start driving in and out of me, my breaths become short and I try to stay as quiet as my body will let me.

“Louder, don’t hold back liebling. I want to hear you.” He stands directly at the end of the bed, eyes stuck on me like a predator hunting its prey. He watches my hand and how my cunt clenches around the dildo, he watches my eyes squeeze shut and he watches my mouth open to inhale oxygen.

My moans become louder and I feel my climax just moments away. Once I open my eyes and they make contact with the man standing in front of me, it sets me off and I cum on the dildo once again. I moan out Sebastian's name and watch the young german grin.

Sebastian crawls on the end of the bed, and when my body is finally calm he speaks.

“How did that feel? Good?” I nod eagerly to him and he shakes his head. “Give me words.”

“Y-yes, it felt good.”

“Was it better than the first time?” I nod to him. “Words Liebling."

“Yes.” “Why? Why did it feel better?”

“Because of you, you were here and you made it better.”

He chuckles deeply. “I didn’t even touch you.” And ultimately he touches me, not where I need, but he caresses my leg, starting from my foot.

“Well I- you”

“You can’t even speak properly.”

“No, I… I imagined you were fucking me.” I softly say, I expect a smile, but his brows furrow.

“You imagined,” He takes a deep breath. “that I was that toy you were using. You really do underestimate me don’t you?” Sebastian starts crawling further up the bed and he sits directly in between my legs. He starts shaking his head and looks down. “Oh you little slut, you’re wet from me just speaking.” He rests his hands on my knees and uses it as support so he can kneel, both knees on the bed and then his hand goes to his pants.

“How about I show you what I really feel like? Or are you too exhausted from that toy?”

“No, no. I- I can handle you.”

He cocks his eyebrow, and lets out a deep sign mixed with a chuckle. Sebastian’s hands work his belt and then his pants are pooling just above his knees. The bulge in his pants evident and when I sit up, my hand reaching out to touch it, he hits it away.

“Put your wrist together.” He tells me and I do what is asked. The belt that wrapped around his waist is now being tightened around my wrists. “Lie down” He demands, so once again, I listen to him and I lay down, my arms above my head and then his hands go to my hips.

I hear his boxers being taken off and then my hips are being lifted. I arch my body, giving him a little help and then in one swift motion, he slams himself into me. Loud moans leave both of our mouths and then Sebastian pulls out fully and slams back into me again, with more ease than last time, but also more force.

Tears start pooling in my eyes and then in another shove they flee, escaping through the corner of my eye and sliding down the side of my face.

“Oh, are you crying, my pretty girl?” He grits through his teeth. “I thought you could handle me?” He lets out another deep chuckle and more tears crawl down your face.

“Is this what you wanted? What you imagined?” Sebastian groans as he rams his dick inside of me. “I hope not, because this is better.”

His words tip me right off the edge and I cum with a loud whimper of Sebastian’s name. Seconds later I feel him twitching in me and he reaches his climax too. Sebastian pulls out and starts putting his pants back on, eyes never leaving me. I sit there, my legs still wide open, filled with Sebs cum, tears dried and unwilling to move.

He smiles as he unties my wrists and puts his belt back on, my eyes start fluttering closed and I see the young germans back as he walks out of the door, leaving me there in a daze.

#sebastian vettel #f1 x reader #f1 smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 smut #this is filth #sebastian vettel x you #redbull racing #red bull seb #Sebastian Vettel smut

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castiwls · 22 days

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king of my heart - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Drinkin beer out of plastic cups. Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby, all at once this is enough'

Requested; @nix-rose

Notes; tysm for the request! I think I might have gotten a little carried away lmao. Requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

You moved your wrist in a circle watching as the beer sloshed around the cup. Looking up from your cup your gaze settled on the man in front of you. A small smile grew on your lips as you watched him slowly drink from his own cup. You could tell by the look in his eyes that his mind was elsewhere currently.

Dean Winchester was a relatively new character in your life. You’d met him on a job a few months back and your relationship had quickly developed from friends into lovers. You’d always told yourself that you wouldn’t get involved with anyone in this way, your job was too risky and you knew you weren’t prepared to deal with the pain that came with losing a loved one.

But you’d thrown that all out the window the minute Dean Winchester had waltzed his way into your life. To say you’d been swept off your feet by the man was an understatement, in the short time it had taken you to complete the hunt you’d found yourself falling into his bed at the end of the day instead of your own.

“You okay?” You nudged his foot with your own, placing the cup on the table. Dean let out a small noise of surprise before he turned his attention back to you. “I’m fine sweetheart, just thinking.” He sent you a grin before taking another drink from his own cup. “Thinking about what?” You leaned forward slightly to capture his free hand in your own. “You looked like you were thinking quite hard.”

“About us. I mean are you sure you really wanna do this with me of all people.” He let out a quiet laugh squeezing your hand slightly. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before. It was vulnerable. He stared at you, his lip between his teeth. “I mean, I’m far from Prince Charming, i can’t give you that white picket fence.” He trialled off his gaze falling back onto the table as he picked up his cup and finished off the last of the beer.

You sat quietly for a moment as you processed his words. “What makes you think I want any of that?” You tilted your head frowning slightly. “Because…” The word came out harsher than he intended. Taking a breath he leaned forward, his face only inches from yours now. “Damn it… because it’s what you deserve alright.”

“But that’s not what I want.” You said softly. Pulling back you swung your legs over the bench moving to sit beside Dean. As you sat beside him he turned his body to face you, his hand finding yours again. “I promised myself that I was fine alone. That I didn’t need anyone but then I met you and all that changed. All that changed because, for the first time in my life, I saw a man that I could picture a future with.” You reached up to gently run a hand through his hair. “I don’t want anything fancy, I don't want a house with 2.5 kids. All I want is you.”

You heard Dean’s breath hitch slightly at your words. “You're enough,” you gestured to the room around you. “This is enough.” Dean was quiet for a moment before you felt him gently place a hand on your cheek. A small smile graced his lips as he simply stared at you for a moment. “I love you.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he spoke.

Before you had a chance to respond he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. After a moment he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” You whispered.

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leahluvr · 7 months

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couldn’t wait - alessia russo x reader

genre: smut, voyeurism, little angst

warnings: nsfw

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finally, after a long day of training and media day, you’d been offered the chance to go out with the other gunner girls, but you had politely declined. alessia had asked to leave training early as she was to meet up with tooney and mearps for a sleepover. with a free opportunity to clean the house, you turned down the offer and decided to head home.

upon entering, you’re met with silence. you walk in the direction of your bedroom, preparing to discard your training gear. but as you walk toward the door you could hear peculiar sounds. alessia was home? with utmost secrecy, you crack the door open silently, to reveal a sight of alessia you did not expect.

a sighing, moaning mess on the bed. naked and sheets sprawled onto the floor; was alessia sliding her fingers through her wet folds making an awful array of sexual sounds. her hair was stuck to her forehead due to the force of sweat, and she had a frustrated, sexually frustrated expression plastered on her face.

she was so beautiful.

as much as you could now feel a pool of wetness in your own underwear from seeing the vulnerable state of your girlfriend, your heart sunk to thought that she was getting off to porn. videos of other women in sexually intimate acts - it wasn't a conversation you had had yet, you weren't sure if it was something you'd really appreciate to acknowledge in a relationship. was porn, in a way, cheating?

when you take a step closer to interrogate her she notices the sudden sound and squeals, collecting her sheets to cover her body.

"hi baby," you softly say smirking, ignoring the cautious thought from before.

“yn!? what are you doing here? i thought you were going out with the other girls tonight!" she shouts, excitedly and in shock.

she gets up carrying the bundled sheets with her to cover her bare body and hugging you tightly.

“i didn’t feel like going. besides, what are you doing home, lessi? i thought you were goings to mary’s house with ella?”

between pants she manages to talk quietly, “change of plans."

“you seemed to be having a bit of fun without me just then”.

you direct your hand toward the messy bed and then jokingly ruffling your fingers through alessia’s sweaty, tangled hair.

"uh, um i'm sorry! i just couldn't wait for you to come home, i got a bit ahead of myself," she admitted, feeling guilty after looking at the hint of sadness in your eyes.

"that's okay baby, you can make it up to me," you say smirking, "oh! you have headphones in."

she nods and takes them out, tossing them onto her beside table.

"well what were you watching?" you raise an eyebrow, smiling, "porn, i'm guessing?"

"what! no! don't-" she struggles to hold you back as you reach for the phone her bed facing down, “it's embarrassing, really!!"

when you turn the phone over it was nothing you were expecting. a certain ‘naughty’ photo you had sent ages ago. you swiped down; an hour-long podcast; yn yln.

you laughed in shock. looking at her shoving her face in the bed from embarrassment.

"what are you doing my love, you could've just called me! i would've come by as soon as possible!” you chuckle at the sight of her looking back in your eyes with disbelief.

as you both settle down you break the silence.

“well you wanna finish, don't you?" you ask, patting you hand down on the bed.

“yeah…"

"well go ahead, sweet."

"aren't you going to-*

“i want to watch you." you state, looking at her in her eyes, "i'm here now, aren't i?"

alessia lies down on the bed and you brush the sheet away from her nude body. she looks at you before she slides her fingers back down into her folds again, circling her clit.

"that's it, baby."

she moans to the sound of your sultry voice. in a manner of more teasing, you move your hand towards one of her breasts and grasp it, massaging it gently. her breathing and moaning becomes louder.

"god, less you sound gorgeous, keep going just like that" you praise her.

as the encouragement and praising continues, you can tell as she begins to reach her high, her movements becoming more restless and frustrated.

you move to her head, licking her lips before pressing a deep kiss to them. it's like lever, as she opens her mouth to your touch, her breath hot from the pent up energy spreading to your mouth. when you slip your tongue in she moans loudly. her body shakes from her climax, back arching significantly. you pull away from her and you reach to grab her wrist, wrapping your lips around her fingers, cleaning them dry.

she pants loudly, "thank you."

"my turn." you smile.

as you pull your trousers off, then your undergarments, your move them towards alessia for her to get a close look. the grey colour of the underwear had turned a dark black colour, soaked from the pleasure of seeing her in such a sight.

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an: same as before i stole this template from my other blog that i own, but i love the prompt so here ya go

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #alessia russo #arsenal wfc

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aphrogeneias · 4 months

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i always think about fights assistant!reader and rockstar!eddie would get in. Like they are hiding their relationship and it is insanely stressful on both of them. I imagine one fight would be about Eddie having to do a photo shoot with a model and you aren't even actually mad at him, you're just jealous this random girl is touching him the way you touch him in private. So you get all quiet and moody the rest of the day until you blow up at Eddie about it

the way i see assistant!reader is that you're a very mature person, maybe you had to mature earlier because of the career path you chose, or through other circumstances, but you're a tough cookie. but you're also shy and softspoken, although you work with people all the time, that's just the way you are.

and when you see eddie surrounded by all these other women — the models, the groupies, other artists — you can't help but feel inadequate, it's natural. they're everything you're "not". the sex symbols and the bombshells, the girls who wrap themselves around him and try to get him in their beds, or backstage, or anywhere with a flat enough surface.

you know it's not his fault, and it's not the girls' fault either, as far as they know he's single. but that hurts because comparison hurts, it is the thief of joy after all. you see the model your boss hired all over him, in a leather bikini, matching his own leather outfit, and the way her red manicured hands grab his arms and shoulders, it's like they're clawing at your own heart.

you feel silly, like a teenage girl again. pining over the guy she can't have, but you have him. just not in the way that matters most.

when eddie finds you later, sitting in another room, obsessing over your notebook. scrapping notes over their schedule, anxiously bouncing your leg. he comes up behind you to hug you around the shoulders, but you flinch. he flinches too, unaccostumed with that kind of reaction.

"what happened, baby?"

"i don't wanna talk to you right now, eddie."

he takes a step back, still facing the back of her neck. his stomach drops. he wants to reach out, but her posture remains guarded. instead, he faces her.

"what do you mean you don't want to talk? did i do something?"

you don't answer, still not meeting his pleading eyes. "did i do something, y/n?"

he never calls you by your name. tears flood your eyes, but you don't let them spill. vulnerability is something you had to unlearn, and eddie still couldn't get through that wall if you didn't want him to.

"no, eddie. i did." you swallow through your tears. they still don't fall. "i made a stupid decision and now i need to face the consequences," a bitter chuckle rises up your throat, "figures."

it takes eddie a while, but he catches up. "am i your stupid decision?"

slow steps. the sound of your notebook left opened on the table, a pen hits the surface. your feet meet the ground, and you stand. still, you don't know what to say.

"i'm having to repeat myself a lot here, sweetheart," there's disappointment in his tone. "why am i a fucking stupid decision? because of a photoshoot? because of my fans? or because you weren't brave enough to be seen with me?"

eddie barks, but he never bites. the way his eyes are set on you, a hard line on his brows, says otherwise. but you can't let him explode, can't let the other hears. you're the one who makes the difficult decision again. for once, you wish he did.

"i said i don't wanna talk to you right now."

you cry once you're out of the building, behind the tinted windows of the car you requested to drive you back to the hotel. eddie cries in that same room, already regretting everything he said.

#i'll see myself out #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #nothing else matters #anonymous

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 2 months

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Pillow Talk: Jey Uso

You kiss your husband's tattoo on his ribcage as he lies on his back, eyes closed and enjoying the comfortable silence.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He says in his deep voice. He had just finished putting it on you and now y'all are both tired. Who wouldn't be, it's 4 in the morning. He woke you up an hour ago hungry and horny. Though you never got to making him a early morning breakfast, too tired to move.

"Who says I can't finish?" You smirk kissing along his jawline now. You pull away and relax in his open arms as he rubs your bare back.

"You remember how shy and quiet you were when we first met? Barely gave ya boy any of your time. Hell even when we started dating you were still standoffish. Wouldn't let a brotha do shit for you." Jey jokes reminiscing on when y'all started dating.

"I'm sorry about that baby. It's just, you've shown me love that no one else has ever given me outside of my family. It felt weird to be with someone that actually cared."

"Of course because you deserve it. We all deserve love. I mean I understood why you were the way you were. If the people you love are the ones to constantly hurt you, you tend to expect others to be the same."

"Yeah I mean, all before I was never anyone's first choice you know? No one got excited when they talked to me. No one thought of me. It was just me, myself and I. When I did try to open up to a guy, he didn't want me. So to be put in a position where I have to be vulnerable with someone else after being hurt so many times, it was scary." You admit. Jey pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head.

"I think we've all had that experience. Shit sucks and it honestly makes you wanna give up on love. But damn, I was determine to make you mine. We were both taking a leap of faith, but I'm glad we did. Or else how would we had learned that there is true love out there? People love flexing being able to have this person to call when the other acting up. Treating peoples hearts and bodies like backup plans. Nah, the real flex is being able to come home to the one person you know is going to be there til the end. I love the hell out of you girl, and ain't nothing gonna change that."

"I love you too Joshua. More than you could ever know. No matter what we go through, don't ever walk away from me. Fight but never forfeit." You say turning his head to the side to kiss his lips.

"Fight but never forfeit." Jey repeats after you. You stare up at his beautiful face and bite your lip.

"Round two?"

"Oh fuck, enough Joshua!" You moan softly throwing your head back. You hands rest on the headboard, scratching it up. You've been riding your husband and even though you came, he showed no signs of stopping; fucking you right through your orgasm. Your walls kept spasming around him and even though you created a puddle on his lap, his hips kept rocking into yours hard and fast.

"That's right say my name. Baby you know I gave you my last name so you could scream my first. Say..that..shit..again." He demands hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust. You tried running and that didn't help, only making him put a vice grip on your hips.

"Oh my God, Joshua! Fuck me, shit!" You scream. "Come on baby, fuck me daddy!" Mouth open, you grip his shoulders as it felt like he was beating down your walls.

"Fuck bae, I'm deep inside that pussy. You like that shit don't you ma? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. Only momentarily does he pull out just to get behind you. He takes his big tip smacking it against your clit rubbing your juices all over his tip, coating it.

"Stop playin Jey and put that dick inside me! Bout to show you how to bust a nut baby." He shivered at your words, a shiver going down his spine.

"Fuck." He groans sliding between your tight wet walls. You begin throwing it back on him as he looks down at where you connected. Watching as your cream coats his dick. He reaches down, grabbing you by the back of your neck, causing your back to arch. He rolls his hips into yours, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.

"Mmmm baby I'm so close!" You grip the sheets feeling a knot form in your stomach. He was too fucking deep. Your walls tighten around him, trying to push him out from how intense he was fucking you.

"Shit don't do that, bout to make me nut baby!" His thrust become sloppy as he was nearing his orgasm. He couldn't handle the way you were going fool on the dick. He kept pumping into you as you beg him to cum.

"Cum inside Jey! Give me that nut!" You look back to see sweat dripping from his face down to his abdomen, his skin glistening in the early morning. He looked so good as the veins in his neck popped, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on pleasing you. You feel his dick throbbing inside of your slippery walls as he cums.

"Yeah baby, I'm cummin'!" You soon feel the all too familiar as he releases ropes of cum into you, coating your walls. "Shit!" He falls to your side as you try and catch your breath.

"Dammit Joshua, you knocked my damn lashes off." You say peeling a eyelash extension off your pillow case. He says nothing and just smirks as he rests his hands behind his head.

"Don't know why you so fucked out, we not done yet." You look over at your husband like he's crazy.

"Boy what?!?!?!"

"Nuh uh, come hop on this face Mrs. Fatu."

FUCK! This man trynna kill me!

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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idea for rubencito cos i love your angst!!

y/n and ruben get into a huge fight and break up and then a few days later y/n’s friends take her out to get over him but they run into each other at a party or event etc. and they try to make each other jealous but they end up back together xx

This fic 😝😝

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Mating Game 18+

Enjoy!

"New year, new me, right?" You said cheerfully. Your friends on the other hand, did not look as convinced.

"What?"

"Is there a reason why you want to go out and party all of a sudden?" They asked. "I mean we haven't managed to get you out of bed for the last six weeks. All of a sudden you want to party?"

"But it's New Year's?" You shrugged.

"Yeah, but you've just gone through a really bad break up Y/N."

"It wasn't that bad." You said, indenial. Your friends had seen it first hand though, seen how much it sucked for you to miss something that hadn't been in your favor.

"Guys I just wanna dance. What's wrong with that?"

They shrugged. "Nothing I suppose. Just don't throw yourself at the next guy that smiles your way."

You gasped. "Are you calling me easy?"

"No, we're calling you heartbroken and vulnerable. Perhaps I should refrase myself...." Isaac said, your friend from university who had known you the longest. "Don't throw yourself at another footballer who can't commit to a healthy relationship."

"Trust me," You chuckled. "That I won't do."

"Alright then, let's party!"

Your friends let you drag them to the hottest club in town. Having dated your ex, Ruben Dias, some of his fame had rubbed off on you. Even when broken up, you would often get invited to extravagant and exclusive parties like this one. Usually you hesitated to go, since it didn't feel right going without Ruben. But tonight was New Year's Eve, you deserved to have a little fun.

"Anyone want a drink?" One of your friends asked, preparing to take your orders to the bar.

"You guys go ahead, I'm gonna stay here with Y/N."

Everyone left to get a drink at the bar, everyone except for your friend Isaac. You smiled. "You don't have to babysit me, you know? I won't run off with the next best guy."

"No, but the next best guy might wanna run off with you. Look how everyone's staring at you Y/N."

"It's the dress." You sneered. You hadn't worn it since your university days. It's promiscious design would usually draw the right amount of attention from both guy's and girls. However that was never your intention once you and Ruben started dating. Now that that disaster of a relationship was over, you felt that there was nothing wrong wearing a jaw dropping dress again.

"Y/N, guess who's at the bar?" Your friends rushed back to your table with the drinks. For some reason they all looked giddy and excited.

"Who?" You asked.

"Ruben."

"Oh."

"And his new boe. Or we suspect it's his new boe, they were quite clingy."

"Did he see you?" Isaac asked.

Your friends shook their heads. "I don't think so, why?"

Isaac turned to you, "We can leave if you want."

"No." You frowned. "I came here to dance and that's what I'm gonna to do." You stood, waving for your friends to come join you on the dance floor. They happily did. You got lost in the music. A deep trance that made you loose all sense of time and worry. Time faded and reality struck. You had to go to the bathroom. "I'll be right back." You said, giving your friends the heads up. You didn't get far however, as a big hand got a strong grip around your arm, tugging you to a corner somewhere where the music wasn't as loud.

"Ruben, what are you....?"

You knew it was him before he turned to face you. He was smiling at you, grinning smugly. "I could ask you the same thing Y/N, what are you doing here of all places?"

"I got invited." You said, tipping on your toes to match Ruben's intimidating height.

"Jack invited you?" He looked suprised. A little jealous even.

"No, his girlfriend put me on the list."

"I see."

You didn't like the flat stare that appeared on his face. Ruben did this when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking about. However, after two years together, you knew him too well.

"Just because we've broken up doesn't mean I have to break up with our mutual friends Ruben."

He frowned. "I never said that."

"No, but you were thinking it."

He did not answer but let a low chuckle give him away. Perhaps he was impressed that you could still read his mind. Like right now for instance, his eyes wandered freely, checking you out. Somthing below your chin interested in. You wondered what it might be, however, a good guess would be your tits. The cleavage of you dress did nothing to contain them.

"Who was that guy you were dancing with just now?" He asked.

You smiled, knowing that Ruben had spotted you earlier in the crowd. You had actually gotten a glimpse at him too, him and his alleged boe. A tall, blond girl. You wondered where she might have gone?

"My friends Ruben, I was dancing with my friends."

"Who, Isaac?"

"He's one of them, yes."

Ruben nodded. "I knew he always had a thing for you."

"Ruben, he's gay."

"Oh."

You rolled your yes. "Can you get out of the way now, I need to pee."

"Wait."

Again, Ruben grabbed a hold of your arm. There was no point in fighting him, his strength compared to yours was unmatched.

"What?" You said, staring blankly at those brown eyes. Eyes that you once had a privilege waking up to every morning.

"I've missed you." He said, a softened gaze.

You snorted. "I doubt that."

He grinned. "Haven't you missed me?"

You stepped up to his large frame, challenging him. "Not one bit."

"Yeah?" He raised a brow. "Prove it."

You grinned. Challenge accepted.

"Where were you?" Isaac asked, upon your return to the dance floor.

"Bathroom." You shrugged. "Come on, dance with me."

The dance floor was crowded. Your friends moved around you whilst you picked some random dude to grind your dress up against.

"Go Y/N!"

Your friends egged you on and so did other people. It drawed attention to you, allowing Ruben to find you amongst the crowd again, although you doubt that his eyes had never let you out of his sight in the first place.

You got lost in the trance, letting the random guy's hands roam freely around your body, at one point squeezing your breast. Your eyes found Ruben's. He was gritting his teeth. You smiled and continued dancing. The guy breathed down your neck, telling you how sexy and valiant you were. But you froze. The tall blonde had returned to Ruben, clinging on to his neck. He no longer paid attention to you, although he probably understood that you were looking his way. He bent down to kiss the girl, serenading her neck with kisses that would definitely leave marks visible in the morning. His hands squeeze her ass and she giggled in his ear. You however, couldn't laugh or enjoy yourself any longer.

"What's wrong baby?" The guy you were dancing with asked. "You look thristy, let me buy you a drink."

You let the man drag you to the bar. Perhaps a bad idea since your friends had been bringing drinks all night. You were quite tipsy and uneven with in your steps.

Arriving at the bar, you saw the man under bright lights for the first time. He looked much older than you and less appealing than what he had been as another pawn on the dance floor.

"So what do you do for a living sweetheart?" He asked, handing you your shot if vodka, waiting for you to down the drink before answering his question.

"I'm surviving." You said, to which the man laughed. "Aren't we all."

He fished his phone out of his pocket, regarding the time. "Tell you what, clocks about to strike midnight soon. What do you say I take you to my place and we can celebrate the new year there?"

"But my friends." You said, mind clouded with alcohol.

"I'm sure they won't miss you."

The man was already getting up and off of his seat, dragging you along with him.

"No, I don't want to leave them."

"Come on darling, you'll be better off at my place. I'll take care of you."

"No but...." The alcohol made you light on your feet, the man had managed to drag you all the way towards the exit and out of the club. You shivered as the nights cold hit you. Your coat, your wallet and all off your belongings were still inside of the club.

"I have to tell my friends where I've gone." You turned around, heading back to the club.

"Nah, darling. You're not gonna dance with me all night just to leave me with light wallet and blue balls."

He grabbed you by the waist.

You screamed.

The man pushed you ahead of him towards his car. You stumble to the ground, scarping your knees.

"Get up." He shouted. "Get the fuck up you little..." The man grunted, followed by his body falling limb to the ground.

You screamed once more.

"Y/N. You okay. Did he hurt you?"

Ruben pulled you to your feet with ease. You eyes widened in suprise at the sight of him.

"She's freezing." He said. He looked mostly concerned with the blood on your scraped knees.

"Here, I have her coat." Isaac said, handing Ruben your things. "I've been drinking. Can you take her home?"

Ruben nodded and soon he had you in the passenger seat of his car.

"You should be careful who you let buy you drinks Y/N." He said, slapping his thigh in frustration. "Haven't I told you to be careful?" He was more angry with himself for letting you slip out of his sight. Thank god for Isaac, who must have seen the man drag you with him out of the club.

"Easy for you to say." You muttered. "You don't even allow yourself to have one drink on new year's. New Year's, Ruben."

He ignored you and kept on driving. He wasn't taking you home though. He was taking you back to his apartment, your old home.

Ruben had you seated on his bathroom counter whilst he took a look at your knee, cleaning the wound.

"You bought a new tub." You said, eyeing it jealousy.

Ruben smiled. "You ordered it, remember?"

"I did?"

He nodded. "It didn't arrive until we...you know."

Made sense. Your break up with Ruben was messy. You wanted out of the situation and his home without the two of you really having a chance to talk. In a way you were afraid, afraid that he would somehow find a way to convince you to stay. Knowing Ruben, he could've definitely made it happen. You were slightly hurt by that, the fact he never even fought for you to stay.

"What are you thinking about?" He said, his eyes on your bleeding wound.

You smiled faintly. "Us and what a mess we were."

He frowned. "Not all the time."

"But most of the time."

Ruben finished putting a bandaid to your knee before meeting your eyes again. He stood close, his hands resting on your thighs. "Well, we all can't be perfect, can we?"

"Yeah but we didn't even try aiming for perfection. We were simply a mess from the beginning to the end."

"Who says that was the end?"

You sighed. "Be real Ruben. We are better off without each other than we are with each other."

"I agree to disagree."

You were suprised by how stubborn he was. Just a few hours ago Ruben had been the one kissing another girl in the club, groping her, knowing that you were watching. Then again, you had done the exact same thing to him, however your attempt to make Ruben jealous had gone very wrong.

"I don't like the games we played." You said. There had been alot of those when you were together. Alot of trying to make the other jealous. Isaac was the one to tell you that that was not a very healthy thing to do in a relationship. Especially in a relationship with someone like Ruben, who often received more attention than you. You often eneded up getting more hurt than he did, making the mating game between you slightly unfair.

"You're the only girl I want, you know that Y/N."

"Then why did you let me go?"

It had gone unnoticed, Ruben's forhead pressing against yours. Somthing generated between you, somthing know but unknown. A feeling indescribable with words.

"It was a mistake. I should have never let you walk out that door. I regret not chasing you down the street, begging you to take me back."

You chuckled. "I would've loved to see that."

Ruben raised his head and yours. "Would you?"

You frowned. "Would I have what?"

"Taken me back?" His eyes were big, glowing in the bathroom light.

"Ruben I..."

He shook his head, "Yes or no Y/N, you said no games."

"Ruben." You whispered against his skin. You were so near. Ruben had your back pressed against the mirror, your thighs slightly wrapped around his stem as you sat back on the bathroom counter.

"Yes..." You said, voice barley audible.

"Louder." He demanded.

"Yes." You said, forcing the words out. "I would've have taken you back. In a heart beat."

Ruben's forhead rubbed against yours. You were like two animals. Irrevocable mates. Weather the force of nature brought him to you, or simply the beating of your hearts, the connection was irreversible.

"Y/N." He grunted, growling slightly as your hands ran through his hair. "I love you."

You raised his chin, leaning forwards to plant a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. "I love you too."

It was all the conformation he needed. Ruben seldom made a move without your consent. Once he had it there was no stopping him, no controlling him whatsoever. His hands slipped under your dress in search of something familiar.

He found it.

You gasped. "Ruben."

"Ssshh. Relax."

The kisses remained sweet but longing. Ruben traced his lips along your jawline, your head knocking back against the bathroom mirror. His lips moved down the slope of your neck, to the hill of your collar bone.

"Please." You begged. The teasing was unbearable. Ruben's hands remained under your dress, his fingers making up for the time he had been lost without you.

"Yes, right there."

Your arms clung around his neck as his thumb began circulating the right spots. He grunted in response to your loud moans.

"Baby, right there."

He loved it when you called him that. Baby. Ruben's thumb began moving faster, with the aid from how wet you had become.

"No, no." You cried. "Don't stop, I'm so close."

Ruben chuckled, his hands withdrawing from underneath your dress. He left you cold and sticky, but only for a brief moment. In that time you noticed the bludge in his pants, his hard cock revealing itself as he took it of his pants. It was dripping with cum.

You smiled. "If you want me, take me. I'm all yours."

It's what he had been waiting for, your consent to destroy you. Your back slammed against the mirror, rattling the frame. Ruben however, used his hands to tugg your hips forwards so that your legs dangled over the bathroom counter. He closed the gap between you. His hand was brought down to push your panties to the side. You sighed against his neck, a smooth shiver running down your spine as Ruben pushed in deep, his cock pulsating against your walls. He fucked you slow, forcing you to be aware of him and how well you fit together. His hands framed your face, his fingertips caressing your skin.

"You're so beautiful Y/N, so fucking beautiful."

The mirror shook behind you as the movment of Ruben's hips knocked your ass flat against the frame. He was merciless, yet cautious. He had never fucked you this slow before.

"What is it. Don't you like what I'm doing to you baby?"

His pace was uneven, like waves crashing against the rocks of an ocean cliff.

"Please." You said, your voice weak and distracted by how good it felt. "Please don't stop."

He smiled against your lips, finally upping the pace. The mirror rattled behind you, matching his aggressiveness. Ruben had no fear of breaking it and so he kept fucking you until your head fell back with the pleasure, until your finger tips clawed down the side of his back muscles, until the words coming out of your mouth sounded more animalistic than human. He fucked you until your bodies began to tremble. Ruben rested his palm flat against the mirror as on last thrust had him slumped down against your body.

"Fuck Y/N, you take me so well."

He was still inside you, not yet going soft. It was the leverage you needed to come down from the high yourself. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, the groans of your orgasm hidden and stored away in a safe place.

Ruben brought himself out of you, tilting your head back with his hands. He looked back at you smug, quite impressed with you for smirking after enduring what he just did to you.

"You're right." He said. "We are a mess."

You tilted your head, kissing his lips. "Happy new year Ruben." It was faint, but the sounds of fireworks could be heard outside. The sounds of a new beginning.

"Happy new year baby."

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pixiemunsons · 2 years

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hiii what about steve harrington x reader where steve with all of the girls he slept before he can't manage to cum -like he only cums when he's alone and like it feels kinda humiliating to him to cum in front of someone bc he's really noisy and it's reader's first time and she manage to make him cum 👀

stop the world (i wanna get off with you) sh

stevie learns that sometimes, you just gotta let go (3.1k words)

anon i'm so sorry i missed the part where u said first time however it is their first time together. my first steve fic!! also don't usually write dom!reader so v new for me. thank u for requesting<3 this is set sort of between s2 and 3

light sub!steve/dom!reader, caretaking, handjobs, vulnerable/embarrassed steve, mentions of him sleeping w other girls but no jealousy, first orgasm w a partner, p in v sex, gentle sex, lots of sweet talking and reassurance, this is a very sweet little thing w very very little angst. no use of y/n or appearance description. no spoilers

‘sorry, can you say that again?’

steve blushed bright red, running a hand through his messy hair as you stared at him, wide mouthed.

‘baby, please, it’s so humiliating!’ he threw his head back into the pillow, hiding his hot face in his hands, and it took almost all of your strength to gently prise his fingers away from his eyes.

‘no, s’not. just wanna make sure i heard you properly.’

steve sighed deeply, looking at you tentatively.

‘no one else has ever been able to make me cum before, just myself. happy now?’

───

when king steve harrington had first asked you on a date, you thought he was joking. you’d barely ever spoken at school; helped him get through a bio test once when he was in junior year and you were a sophomore taking an advanced class, but outside of that, you’d barely interacted.

that is, until you had nipped over to jonathan byers’ house to drop him and his mother a tray of mac and cheese and ask how the search for will was going and had found him, nancy and steve beating the shit out of an alien.

it had all sort of snowballed from there, really. nancy and steve started dating again not long after the incident, before she bounced on over to byers, and while you were really happy for your friends, it had been you that was left to pick up the broken pieces of steve harrington’s heart. well, you and the ragtag bunch of thirteen-year-olds that you had sort of acquired over time. you learnt a lot about steve over the months you spent together; he was a serial dater, though they never seemed to go anywhere - despite the girls seemingly chasing him for weeks after he’d turned them down. he loved ice cream and cheesy rom-coms and the songs from west side story. steve harrington liked driving the kids around, even when he denied it, and listening to dustin talk about d&d, and so it turned out, he really, really liked you.

he’d asked you to go on three dates before you started to believe that he really wanted you like that, and even then he’d had to ask twice more before you agreed to go. you had heard he was a bit of a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kinda guy, and the dynamic you’d built up wasn’t something you were willing to ruin for a quick fumble; even if you had heard that said fumbles were nothing short of magnificent. he’d done things properly though; picked you up and opened the car door for you, told your mother he’d have you home on time, taken you to enzo’s, the nicest place in town. he’d made you laugh with his stories all night, ignoring the way other patrons looked at you, and when you reached for the cheque at the end of the night he had brushed you off as if you asking was an insult in and of itself. and then he’d taken you home fifteen minutes before curfew and asked you permission before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, driving away and leaving you leaning breathless against your front door.

being with steve was a lot different to how you expected it might be. it was just like before, really, doing everything together like best friends. but you caught the way he looked at you now, really looked at you like no one else did. saw how he took in every scar, every mark and cherished it, loved it as a part of you. and even though you hadn’t quite said those words yet, hadn’t quite taken it there, you knew it was true for both of you. there were other things about steve that you hadn’t expected, either; how his room was still the blue colour he’d painted it at twelve, how he could cook a really decent spaghetti. and how, five months into your relationship, he’d never taken it further than making out.

you hadn’t intended to get onto the conversation. you were just talking about how tommy and carol were hooking up again even after their latest break up, and steve had said he thought tommy was dating paula morgan from their graduating class, and about how steve’d gone on a date with her once and she’d left a hickey so big he had to tell his folks he got hit with a volleyball in gym. you knew there was a reason paula kept giving you the shit-eye when you went into the grocery store where she worked.

‘tellin’ you, i got off lucky! danny rogers, you know from the year above me? he told me once that she gave him a handy and twisted it so hard he was bruised for weeks! scared me off of her for life.’

you laughed, half thinking as he spoke. he had hooked up with loads of girls at school, you knew that, but the more you two spoke about your histories the more you were finding out; secret rendezvous' with girls under the bleachers, in the back of his car. he’d even confessed that he let sheila richards give him a blowjob in mr davies’ empty maths classroom. but it’d been months and the most the two of you had done was heavy petting over the clothes and making out before he’d push you gently away to get back to whatever movie you’d rented that weekend, even if you could feel how hard he was under his jeans. you hadn’t really meant to bring it up at that point, but surely it was better to tell him how you were feeling?

so you’d asked what was going on, and he’d stared at you for so long you thought you might burst into flames of embarrassment, desperately worried you’d said the wrong thing, when he came out with a whisper so tiny you almost didn’t hear it.

almost.

───

‘but-but what about all the other girls? you’ve been getting it left right and centre by every girl in your year, and i’ve certainly never heard any of them complaining.’

steve looked at you and drew a deep breath, shrugging his shoulders.

‘no, babe, they’ve been getting it from me. i mean, i’ve had a few… favours, but i’ve just never, like, finished. i find an excuse, like that i can hear someone coming or whatever, and then i go home and… sort myself out.’

‘so, you can come? just not when other people try?’

he nodded his head, seemingly more calm now that it was out there in the open.

‘is it a physical thing, you think? or a mental block?’

steve shrugged his shoulders again.

‘bit of both, maybe? i think part of it is that i’ve never been that bothered about cumming? i know it sounds silly, but i’m not usually in the sex for myself, and when you end up with a reputation like mine, you gotta find a way of keepin’ it up. so i just do what i need’a do to get her there, then deal with myself later.’ he felt silly now that he said it aloud, wringing his fingers in front of him. it had been part of the reason he’d never moved on you; he was too worried you’d think he didn’t find you attractive, didn’t want you, and the thought killed him.

‘you ever fucked someone you really care about, before, stevie? who really cares about you?’

he looked up at the change of tone in your voice, and saw that you were climbing up his body so your faces were level. he was going red again, gulping as you leaned down over him.

’n-no? never.’

you cocked your head to the side, frowning. ‘what about nance?’ steve shook his head solemnly.

‘no, w-we never… what are you doing, babe?’ he asked as you crawled onto his lap, thighs now either side of his hips.

‘stevie, i think the reason you were never bothered is because they weren’t. they just wanted to fuck the king, have a piece of him. but i don’t want the king.’ you laid a soft kiss on his lips, smiling as you pulled away and steve followed you for more. ‘i want steve harrington. and i wanna make him feel good. y’gonna let me do that?’ you were almost purring, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, and steve couldn’t even find the words to express how he felt other than god, baby, yes please.

you started by kissing him real, real slow. moved your lips over his languidly, tongue running gently over the seam of his lips in soft, caressing strokes that had his head spinning and his chin jutting forward for more. his mouth opened, and you slipped yourself in, running your tongue over his own. steve moaned gently into the kiss, grinding his hips up into yours, and you pushed them back down gently.

‘not yet, baby, tryna make this good for you. just calm down, take it slow. we got all the time in the world.’ he hummed against your mouth, settling his hips down while his hands explored your body slowly. you sat with him like this for a little while; one hand playing with his hair whilst the other sat on his stomach, pressing tender smooches to his lips, his nose, his cheeks, ears, forehead, eyes, until eventually you worked a trail of lip gloss down his neck. your teeth came out at the base of his throat, only gently, marking him inconspicuously as yours, and he almost whimpered under you.

it wasn’t often that you took your time with steve. it was hard to show your appreciation for him sexually when he was always resisting, refusing to let you in. so you were definitely having a lot of fun taking your time tonight. you stripped him of his t-shirt, straddling his hips and feeling his hard cock pressed against you through both of your jeans as you leant forward. your lips shifted from his neck to his chest, nipping at his collarbones as you moved down his stomach.

‘stevie, y’ so pretty,’ you whispered from his happy trail, nose nudging at the curls that lay there as he whined under you.

‘you’re so beautiful, babe, so gorgeous.’ his hand dropped from his chest to your face, stroking at your cheek gently with a thumb. you turned to kiss his fingertips gently, and he moaned when you took the very tip of his index finger into your mouth and sucked gently.

‘’m gonna get you all ready for me, stevie, use my hand and get you worked up, then i’m gonna get on top like you like it and make you feel good. no pressure, if y’can’t cum it’s all good, we’ll just try again when you’re ready. i jus’ want you to know you’re safe with me, nothin’ bad’s gonna happen, i’m gonna take good care of you, yeah?’ you were running your fingers over the top of his jeans, dipping into his boxers ever so gently, and he nodded, fingers grabbing for your t-shirt.

‘yeah, but can you take this off, too? please? don’t wanna be the only one sat here naked,’ he half-chuckled, half-moaned when you stripped the garment away, bra following so you were clad in your jeans alone.

‘can you go in the drawer, babe, get the lube please?’ you asked sweetly, and he passed it down with a kiss pressed to the top of your head. you manoeuvred your position so you were sat facing steve, his face level with your boobs as you straddled his thighs, giving you enough room to pull him out of his jeans and boxers. and, wow, was he hard. and big. his red tip was leaking, almost painful looking, and you pumped some of the lube into your right hand before rubbing it together in your palm, warming it up. he let out a hiss when you finally made contact, hips bucking up into your palm. you simply eased him back down again, pressing a kiss to the bicep of his right arm.

‘shh, baby, i said i got you. how do you usually like it?’

steve cocked his head to the side, blushing red. ‘what do you mean?’

‘you said you make yourself cum,’ you grabbed his hand, guiding it on top of yours. ‘so show me how you do that. maybe it’ll help you relax a little.’ he was nervous, you could tell, so you kissed him gently on the mouth, nodding gently to encourage him. slowly, his hand tightened your own around his cock, moving at a much slower pace than you anticipated he’d like. not that you minded; having him show you how intimately, gently, he liked to be touched was getting you wet, and it was taking a lot to keep your mind on the task quite literally at hand.

steve removed his hand once you seemed to be getting the hang of it, letting his head flop back against the pillows behind him.

‘o-oh, baby, just like that,’ he was writhing under you, leg bouncing up between your thighs in a way that made them clench. steve noticed, reaching out to touch you, but you carefully brushed his hand away.

‘not right now, stevie. we’re gonna think about you for now, we can worry about me later, ’s okay,’ you whispered up at him, flicking your thumb over the very head of him and watching as his head dropped back once more, eyes rolling into his head.

‘f-fuck, that’s so… fuck.’ he seemed to be relaxing, finally, letting you make him feel like he deserved for the first time.

‘you’re doin’ so good f’me, babe. such a good boy,’ you hummed, and steve’s fingers were white knuckled and wound into the bedsheets. he moaned, high-pitched and needy, and the sound went right between your legs.

‘’m gonna c-cum, babe, fuck, stop,’ he whimpered, and you cocked an eyebrow.

‘why stop? everything okay?’

‘wanna- fuck, wanna cum in you.’ his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed the moan making its way to the surface.

‘you sure? you won’t lose it if i stop now?’

steve shook his head vehemently, pushing your hand away from his leaking cock and reaching to undo your jeans, yanking them down to your knees. you leant forward to kiss him, gently pushing his arms back to his sides.

‘there’s no rush, steve, we can take our time. here, keep touching yourself f’me. there you go baby, just like that.’ you stripped yourself slowly, pushing your lace underwear down your hips and kicking them off with your jeans so you were bare in front of him. you’d usually be nervous, first time a boy saw you like that, but steve? he was something different. his hand was pumping up and down his cock just like he’d shown you he liked it, eyelids drooping as he revered your naked form above him.

‘want me on top? or d’you wanna do it?’

steve groaned again. he had no idea how he’d managed to swing you, but right now, he definitely wasn’t complaining. ‘can you do it, babe, please?’

his puppy dog eyes were so disarming, so loving, you couldn’t help but to lean forward and run a thumb over his lips, watching as he ran the very tip of his tongue over the pad of your digit.

‘i just want you to know that there’s no pressure, honey. if it doesn’t happen, we don’t force it, we try until you wanna stop and then we try another time, okay?’ the concern in your eyes had him almost in tears, so he just nodded as you lowered yourself onto him for the first time.

the sting was uncomfortable but not unwelcome, his thick cock stretching you out just enough for it to hurt whilst still feeling good. you moaned together when you finally had him all the way down to his thick base, buried so deep you could feel it everywhere.

‘’m not gonna last long, sweetheart,’ steve grunted, hips meeting yours mid-thrust and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him, not when he was bumping up against a spot that had you seeing stars.

‘stevie, so good, so fuckin’ big and perfect for me,’ you were half-crying on his cock, trying to keep a rhythm going.

‘where d’you - fuck - want it? s’comin’ babe,’ steve was grunting through gritted teeth, and you just had time to cry out ‘stomach, shit’ when he was pulling out, head poking out from his hand as he fisted his cock, warm splashes of cum spurting out to paint your tummy.

‘oh baby, oh my love, fuck, so good!’ steve was almost shouting through his orgasm from under you, and he was the most beautiful person you’d ever met. head thrown back, hair messy, chest red and mouth forming an o as he rode his orgasm out in his hand. you were still hovering above him, up on your knees, when he covered his face with his hands once more.

‘stevie, what’s wrong?’ you asked, worried you’d taken it too far. he peeked out from between his fingers, eyeing you.

‘that was so loud, s'embarrassing,’ he whispered, and you pulled his hands from his face like you had not half an hour earlier.

‘you kidding? that was so hot!’

‘shut up, don’t be a dick.’

‘steve, i’m being serious!’ he peered over at you, intrigued, as you started ranting. ‘fuck, i can’t believe i’m the first person to see you like that! i mean, i’m glad i was, because holy shit, that was a religious fucking experience!’ the look of wonder on your face soon became something a little more teasing. ‘i can’t wait to make you do that again.’

it was your turn to be surprised when steve looped his arms around your thighs, yanking you forward so you were still on your knees, now situated with your pussy directly over his mouth. a smirk spread across steve’s face at the look of wonder on your own.

‘well, not right now, you won’t sweetheart.’

he pressed a trail of kisses down your right inner thigh, short nails scraping at the skin of your ass.

‘you’ve shown me what a good job you can do. now it’s time to show you what i’m famous for, baby.’

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fictitiousmagines · 8 months

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You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4

You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.

And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.

You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.

"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.

I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.

It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.

Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.

When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.

"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"

I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.

It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.

Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.

I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.

I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.

Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.

My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.

You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."

#joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg fanfic #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg imagine #joe goldberg imagines #joe goldberg #You imagine #you imagines #penn badgley x reader #penn badgley imagine #penn badgley

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soyeonshugs · 14 days

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The thing is, George is actually a very emotional person, his joy is always so infectious and he always tears up at cute or sad things so easily. And you can tell how much he loves someone by how eager he is to spend time with them. Only thing he finds difficult is to say/write paragraphs that detail why and how he loves someone, unlike Dream. And I don't get how that means he is "emotionless"??? Neurotypicals are so weird. And this fandom has an internalised ableism problem I think.

YES THIS EXACTLY ☝️☝️☝️

Its why i feel like i relate to him so much, im generally very emotional and also a bit too empathetic at times, but when it comes to openly expressing that empathy and saying all of those big feelings out loud i always start to struggle. I feel vulnerable openly saying what im feeling, specifically when its those strong and meaningful emotions, but again its never cause I don’t feel them its more like i feel too much and too strongly and that their so precious and important to me that I can’t bring myself to just throw them into the open. So thats kinda what I imagine George is like too, you can always tell he feels so strongly but it just seems too strongly to put into words. Again with the Karl example i feel like it was very obvious that he felt super guilty about it and thats kinda another thing I imagine he feels the same way as me about, where you feel so guilty about it that you start thinking that just saying sorry doesn’t do anything to actually fix it, so you just stand there kinda awkwardly and like die in ur own guilt cuz u feel like a simple “im sorry” just isn’t gonna cut it, but u don’t know what to do to make it better either :// Feelings are so much more complicated than people make them out to be and so many different people express them so differently and yet there’s always this invisible guide to how you have to express them and how you have to feel about things if you wanna be a good person. Its really sad to me actually, stuff like this always just ends up hurting people. Anyway this is more rambling and comparing myself to gnf but oh well 🤷‍♂️

#Neurotypical ppl are so weird about emotions and expressing urself it confuses me sm

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silent-raven13 · 1 month

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Hey Miles! What's your type?

Miles looks at his friends, "Hmm?"

"What's your type?" Gwen asked, "Like what do you see yourself with?"

Pavtri nodded, "Yeah, what kind of boy or girl you like?" Hobie stood listening them, his whole body turning into a curious colors; like soft green, bright yellow and gray with magazine and newspaper prints all over with symbols of curiosity fonts, and imagery.

"Hmm, I always did like girls like Gwen; smart, funny, serious, and vulnerable like good way. Like shows her sensitive side, I guess..." Miles explains about the girls he dated being similar to his old crush, Gwen. This got Gwen blushing so hard her face turns tomato red.

"Awe, love you too, man!" She plays off her blushing as she pats harshly on her friend's back. The two did like each other at one point, but it was at the wrong time. She needed to heal herself before getting involved in a serious relationship. Miles needs to deal with his own traumas and wanted the Spider people he was close to, to gain back his trust. So, they never went for it and slowly became close friends instead of lovers. It's safer like that.

"Ow!" Miles rubs his arms feeling pain on his back being nervous.

"What about guys! You said your into guys too!" Pavtri got close to his friend's face while holding his hand, even Hobie got close to listen.

"Well... umm... never really thought about it. I guess, the same thing as Gwen- um..." His honey-brown eyes started to drift away from eye contact being flustered. "I kinda like tall guys! Like really tall."

Gwen saw Hobie being pink, then stood next to Miles with his hand measuring Miles' height against his own. Hobie is a freakin' tall dude, being six foot and four inches while Miles only six foot. This made the teenager girl giggle.

"What else?" Pavtri asked.

Miles wasn't paying attention to Hobie and Gwen assuming they were being goofy with each other. "Umm... I always saw myself being with a guy that's edgy, likes music..." Hobie did a happy pose, showing off his outfit being punk and his guitar being, "romantic." The punker pulled out a rose being the romantic type.

"Funny, smart, not afraid to be sensitive, sweet with kids!" Hobie putting on a goofy glasses with mustache, then a book by Albert Einstein and pulls out Mayday from the blue while holding her. Mayday giggles at the punker being surprised he grab her out of home from a portal!

"Kids? You want kids!"

"No, I mean... i dunno a guy that's nice with kids is a green flag for me." Miles rubs his chin unaware of Peter 616 coming out of the portal to take back his daughter from the punker and wag his finger. Mayday merely laughs agains before waving the punker goodbye. The two went back to their world. "Oh, I always saw myself being with a black man, someone Jamaican or Caribbean but I wouldn't mind an Afro Latino or African or just black." He rub his neck.

Hobie happily stood showing off his tattoo of a Jamaican and Haitian pride alongside his West African flag to represent his descendants. Gwen snickers seeing how clueless Miles is being with his type. "What else? No Indian or brown love, Miles." Pavtri pouts.

"Oh, I don't mind that! I'm down for anyone." Miles shyly said, "I do like guys like you, Pav. Like sweet, funny and always putting a positive attitude!"

"Ohh, Miles! You make me wanna date you!" Pavtri hugs him having to nuzzle his cheek, "Hehehe, if I wasn't dating my Gayatri, you'll be my bae!"

That made Hobie jealous, turning grey with newspaper labels with prints, "Do not touch! Warning!"

"Hahaha, awe Pav, you're too nice." Miles giggles, then he said, "Oh, I like guys that are kinda bad boys... like they break the rules."

Hobie turns pink again, that is him. "Oh, and he cares about social views like Black Lives Matter, Women's Rights, LGBTQ plus umm... you know people's rights, heh. I guess, that kind of guy is unrealistic, huh?"

The punker looks surprised and exaggerated his pose into a big WHAT, with hands in the air and squatting. Gwen burst out laughing seeing how this is the perfect description of Hobie Brown.

"Awe, really?" Pavtri's brown eyes glance over at Hobie looking confused and lost. "I mean, I feel like someone already exists."

"I dunno... the guys I meet always be bums, then again I haven't dated much." Miles explains, "Oh, maybe this being a stretched but a guy with a nice accent is hot, y'know."

Hobie threw his hands in the air, Miles' man is right here. Pavtri giggles, "Miles..."

"You describe Hobie?" Gwen hums.

Miles looking flustered at his crush but the sixteen year old look so lost, "I did! Oh..." He glances over at the punker, "It's because you're so amazing! Anyone would be so happy to be with you, man!"

Hobie had hearts with his grey pop into a blooms of pinks being so happy, he picks up his friend with a nuzzle, "Awe, I love you, too, Sunflower!"

"Huh! Where did that come from?" Miles felt his face so warm, he cover his face being embarrassed by all this.

Gwen said to Pavtri seeing Hobie happily carrying around Miles like a couple. "You know... they are taking their sweet ass time to date!"

"You know, Miles... our sweet Miles is too shy and naive!" Pavtri giggles.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #fanfic #flowerpunk

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athletearrhythmia · 8 months

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Reminder: needles *are* dangerous

Seeing a lot of needle and heart shocking content coming up again and I wanna speak on dark cardiophilia briefly.

I love dark cardio stuff. I've made no mystery of that. I'm not here to yell or shame folks for engaging in it; I do myself, up to limits I'm comfortable with. But anyone doing it, from mild breath play through sticking needles into your heart and shocking it, needs to remember that dark play is dangerous and can have serious consequences. It's not that people do it, but that people new to it may be naive and putting their hearts at serious risk without realizing. Back when I was a teenager someone put out excellent videos of what turned out to be fake heart shocking and I nearly electrocuted myself trying to recreate it, not knowing it was fake and with no idea that what I was trying would have literally cooked me. (I was trying to use an outlet. Yikes.)

Per needles in particular, here are a few big risks. An unsanitary needle can cause an infection. An overly thick needle can cause structural damage to the heart. But even if you're using a clean, thin needle, if you get it in the wrong place you can damage valves. I have seen this happen to folks.

The biggest risk though is inserting a needle into an artery on the outside of the heart and causing bleeding into the pericardium. This is a medical emergency that can only be treated with urgent open heart surgery. You have hours to minutes to get into the operating room if this happens or you will die. Folks *have died* at least twice that I know of.

This lives in tension with the fact that you actually aren't likely to hit an artery. They're small. However you can't be totally sure where they are either; the location of the heart in the chest is slightly different in everyone. It's like that game minesweeper, there aren't many mines but if you hit one it's game over. Again, a lot of people have done this tons of time and are perfectly fine.

With electricity, there's a similar level of risk for a different issue. This time it's instigating dangerous rhythms by shocking the heart in particular vulnerable windows. These windows are small, so again, plenty of people do this without issue. I know a guy who would go for a hard run, then stick needles into his heart and shock it. He did it for like a decade and then one time he got unlucky and went into a vfib arrest which he luckily recovered from pretty rapidly. I know another guy who arrested his heart at least 3 times, who has since removed his content and gone quiet, leaving me to wonder if he went too far.

To be clear I am NOT scolding anyone. If you know these risks and are willing to take them, I'm not going to lie, I like the content and want to see it. But I don't want anyone making uninformed decisions about the danger. You should certainly not try it just for attention. If it brings you joy, dark and twisted as that may be, and you know and accept the risk, it's your body. Just know what you're getting yourself into.

#dark cardiophilia

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syntheticfoxfire · 1 year

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + companionship [tw: dying, physical injuries]

You’ve been close to death before. Who here hasn't? This world isn’t particularly forgiving, so it’s only to be expected.

Still, you’ve never been this close and getting closer.

Putting more pressure on the bleeding hole in your stomach, you brave on. This isn’t how you meant to die. No matter how ruthless the games and this whole experience made you, how it all changed you, you still longed for happiness. And dying cold and alone wasn’t part of it. One would think that among the bodies that littered the streets there would be someone barely alive to keep you company at least, but that’s just your luck.

Then you hear a wet, disgusting couching. Great, that sounds promising. You’re not sure for how much longer you’ll be able to move, so you try to hurry.

What’s good is that the person in question isn’t too far and his wounds seem pretty bad. He’s been shot like you, and clearly you’re both at the end of your life spans unless a miracle happens. The bad news is who this guy is.

Then again, it’s the end of this world, seeing as only one last game remains. It’s most likely going to be your end too, so why not let go of all the hard feelings. You barely have any strength left anyway and you’d like to use it to breathe for a while longer.

You lower yourself to the ground, leaning for support on the car Niragi’s resting against. You sit right next to him, ignoring his scoff and venomous ‘fuck off’. Fuck him, though, so you move even closer, letting yourself fall over him and resting your upper body on his lap and stomach. His blood soaks your hair. You don’t care, it’s a mess anyway. Being like this feels pretty good though. Who would’ve thought.

“The fuck you’re doing,” he growls, his chest rumbling with blood slowly filling his lungs. You suppose he’d like to remove you from himself, but neither of you have enough strength to really move.

"Dying, the same as you," you shrug, or try to, "Don't wanna do it alone."

It's too late to hide now, to pretend. You're scared. You don't wanna die, period, but the prospect of dying alone is even more terrifying. While you were never more than a casual acquaintance or reluctant ally with Niragi, he’s a piece of familiarity. He’s not a good person, but he’s been decent enough to you. And you figure that here, on the brink of death, it doesn’t matter if he sees you open and vulnerable.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighs, as exaggerated as his busted lungs allow. His wheezy breathing sounds terrible. You almost feel sorry for him.

“Should’ve fucked me too, now we’ll die without ever having fun,” you chuckle. Ah, the memories. Maybe you were more than acquaintances. Where’s that line anyway? He huffs.

“Where’s the fun if you can’t fight back,” as he speaks, he lazily trails one of his hands up your thigh. You can tell it’s a lot of effort.

“I wouldn’t have fought back before either,” you hum, “You’re an asshole, but you’re hot. Back then and now.” His hand pauses on your leg, resting on your thigh before getting anywhere inappropriate.

“You know, I always wondered how you were in our world,” you continue. Blood loss is probably making you too chatty for your own good. It feels comfortable though. He’s warm even as he’s bleeding out on you, you on him, your blood mixing with his in a puddle under your bodies. “I’d like to meet you there. I’m curious if we’d be friends.”

“You hate me,” he deadpans.

“You think I’d come to die together with you if I hated you?” you roll your eyes weakly, too afraid they’d really get stuck up there with how weak you were feeling, “The point is me hating you, not myself. I mean it’s not like I like you, but I guess there might be potential if we met under different circumstances.”

You close your eyes. You really shouldn’t have talked that much, but at least it’s taken your mind off things. He’s really warm. Soft, and his hand feels nice on your thigh. You let your head swing closer to his body, gently rubbing on his chest. His blood smears on your cheek and he hisses as you brush against his wound.

You feel him move, his hand lands on your shoulder and you think he might push you away. Yet instead of retaliating he just wraps his other arm around you. His hold is loose, and you guess there’s not much time for either of you. What a shame. You’d love to tease him.

Faintly you hear explosions somewhere both far away and all around you. A voice informs you about something, but you only make out the key words over the sound of Niragi’s barely-there heartbeat.

You make your choice, and you wonder where you’re going to wake up.

[part 2??]

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #aib x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib imagines #aib scenarios #niragi angst #niragi fluff #drabble #angst

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eusouumfuckingkoala · 11 months

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Ever getting fixed? (Alessia Russo x Reader)

a/n: English isn't my first language, I hope you guys enjoying it, let me know what you guys think?

Alessia was so happy, but the moment I saw her coming to her family that was a few rows in from of my sit, I made my way out thinking I keep my promise to watch the Euro final but I don't have the right to celebrate with Alessia because it's my fault we aren't together anymore but also make me think I did the right choice she is happy with that bright smile and that's all I could ask for even though I would never be the reason for it again.

On the other hand, Alessia saw you leaving, and once again that image of you walking out break her heart so she put a smile on her face even though she was hurt that she didn't get the chance to talk to you, she couldn't make sense of why you break up with her, she blames herself for not pressing you more to know what happened, did she did something wrong, but at the same time she knew something was wrong the way you couldn't look at her when you break up with her or when you walk out of her life that day.

Once Leah saw that look on Alessia's face she knew she had texted you saying she need to talk to you. You look at the text stopping in your tracks.

This wasn't a great idea Leah is my best friend but since the break up I distance myself, I know this talk would hurt but we have to talk eventually.

So after all the celebration, Leah text me to go to the changing room before she made her way to the venue to continue the team and family celebrations.

Once you walk into the changing room you are grateful that it was just you and Leah there, taking a sit while you look at the floor hearing Leah walk around in the changing room not sure what she should say.

"Y/N talk to me, please! I don't know anything from you for a month and a half how can you do this? Do you know how worried I was?"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it I just need time."

"What happened? You are so happy." Leah was just trying to understand the break up not even Alessia knew why you break up with her "Y/N you need to tell me what happened because this is destroying you and her. I don't know what you have on your mind, but I know for a fact that you would never hurt Alessia on purpose, so let me help you fix this."

You knew this was gonna happen, but you don't want to talk about it, Leah starts to pressure you further until it's getting too much making you snap.

" That's enough Leah!!" your voice was arshe something you regret right away "I'm sorry Leah. There is no way this is ever getting fixed, I mess up with my insecurities, and my mind it's a mess, I hurt her probably she doesn't even wanna see my face after what I did I walk away. Besides she is Alessia Russo the most beautiful amazing human being I know, soft inside and out, she can have anyone. She deserves better than me Leah I'm a mess I can't even bring myself to tell her how messed up. I'm scared and she deserves someone that doesn't lie to her because they are a coward."

I say with tears running down my face, Leah was quiet as she comprehended what you say, she rub your back trying to calm you down she blame herself for pushing you so much but she needs to know what is going on to help you also she knew this type of confront sometimes could cause you to have anxiety even panic attacks.

"Y/N don't think like that, didn't you see how happy you both are, how she break your walls, love is scary I know you have been through a lot and you find it difficult to be vulnerable to people to let them in and I also know you are pushing her away just because of how fast she break your walls, I also know you would do anything for her. And right now the only thing you're doing it's making her think she did something wrong..." she hugs you tightly knowing full well you are torturing yourself by bottling all without talking about it like you always do.

"She didn't and could never do anything wrong."

"I know but she doesn't and she has been a mess since you guys break up."

"I can't do anything now I mess up big time, she probably doesn't even wanna see me."

"Then why are you here?" she asks calmly.

"I promise her, you know I don't break my promises Leah, and she looks really happy!"

"Well she saw you walking out, and her face completely changed she is happy for the win, yes, but she isn't her happy self these last few months."

"God I shouldn't have come I didn't wanna mess up the best day of her life, I need to go."

I start to walk out Leah was calling my name but I couldn't be there, there was no way back, walking with your head down and trying to stop the tears, you bump against someone.

"I'm sorry!" your voice was shaking, without looking at the person you make your way around.

"Don't walk away again."

You freeze on your spot once you hear her voice, how you miss her voice but you couldn't help yourself to look at her not after what you have done, how you lie to her, knowing how much she must hate you. The only thought on my mind was she deserve an answer but you couldn't give it to her, and you couldn't move to also get away from her.

"Please!" hearing her voice break just hurt you so much, so you stay but you couldn't move or look at her.

You hear footsteps running far away, Leah yelling something next thing you know, you feel a punch on the face making you fall.

"How dare you? How can you be here after what you did to her, you don't even deserve her, or the way she looks at you!"

"I know..."

You whisper enough for them to hear, and you could see Leah and Alessia pulling Ella away before she punches you again.

"God damn it Y/N fight! You are a coward, you don't..."

"Stop." Alessia says calmly cutting her off.

"How can you be so calm she hurt you? You haven't done anything but cry, today was the first time I saw you smile in months, and she show up for what?"

"It's okay I deserve it" you say to Leah once she made her way to your side helping you get up.

"That's enough!! I never want you to lay another hand on her Toone I don't care if you are my best friend if you ever do that again you better forget my name" Alessia says piss off.

"Let's go, Toone, you are lucky Y/N would never lay a hand on you or anyone off the ring." you hear Leah before she pulls Ella along with her, leaving you and Alessia alone.

You feel your hands shaking no one knew that since you and Alessia break up that you haven't been able to even go to the gym, special after the last beat-up you suffer in the ring, your trainer just tell you to take a few days and get yourself together before you step a foot again on the ring.

You feel Alessia hands on your shoulders as she tries to examine your face, you keep your eyes on anything but her, she pulls you with her into a room making you sit on the chair, you hear her walking around trying to find something, once she find it, she put herself between your legs and press the ice carefully on your face.

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"Thank you and I deserve it after all." you grab the ice from her.

"How can you think you deserve something like that?"

"I understand her motive I hurt you, you are her best friend, I would have hit myself if it wasn't impossible after what I did to you. Besides, why are you helping me when I hurt you?"

"Y/N you know why I didn't stop loving you and I know you feel the same. Besides we need to talk..."

After those last words, you start to feel anxious about this how much you hate the effect these four words have on you, feeling all your straight go away every time you hear "We need to talk" It's like a trigger just brings back the painful memories, of people living, people you trust stabbing you in the back it's all too much before you know you are all curl up on your sit hugging your legs feeling your heart racing and you couldn't breathe, you could hear her voice far away but you couldn't make sense of what she was saying at all, usually no one can calm you down, nothing works out.

"Breath with me babe." she say grabbing my hand to put on her chest to help you follow her breath but wasn't working.

Next thing you feel her gentle hands on your face bringing you into a kiss the feeling of her soft lips press against yours was enough, she pull away your breathing was starting to get back to normal, a simple kiss was enough to stop something you have been trying for months to stop, she use her thumbs to clean your tears and pull your body against hers with her protective arms around, she start dragging her nails against my scalp, running her fingers through my hair knowing this always relax you.

After a few minutes, you had calmed down, you sight getting up scratching the back of your neck thinking how can you going to explain what just happened?

"I'm sorry..."

"I hear you talk to Leah so you don't need to apologize are you feeling better?"

"How much did you hear?"

"That's really how you wanna start this conversation." you shake your head "I don't understand you, how can you think you don't deserve me after all you have done for me, I have been asking myself since we started dating what I did to deserve you in my life. How can you say you are a coward after all we have been through, you think I'm dumb that I don't know how hard it's for you to express yourself."

"Aless..." she grabs my hands rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles.

"What did you lie about? And before you lie to me again keep in mind that I know when your lying to me."

"I'm sorry Less but you deserve someone better, someone you don't have to worry about because of their insecurities, anxiety, and panic attacks. I can't keep hurting you, every time I can't take anyone touching me because it gives me anxious."

"So that's what you are hiding from me? My touch just helps you besides...Y/N what hurt me was not knowing what was happening to you, you aren't talking to me only pushing me away. If I know what was going on I could have helped you."

"No Less I can't put you in this position, it would be selfish..." she grab your chin making you look into her eyes, those bright blue eyes that make you so weak that you would recognize them anywhere.

"You aren't I love you Y/N and that includes all of you, all your perfections and imperfections, so please don't push me away anymore that's the only thing I can't take it anymore."

"Less I love you too but... " you saw her smiling at you, her eyes with pure adoration making you stop talking "What? Why are you looking like that to me after all?"

"You love me?"

Your eyes are wide, you just told her for the first time you love her, they split from your mouth without much problem, making you panic.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, now isn't the right time" you say looking down disappointing you once again hurt her by confessing to her how you feel when you just wanna do what's best for her.

"Why don't you mean it?" you could hear the hurt in her voice, which broke your heart even more did she really though you don't love her anymore?

"Of course I do Less but I'm trying to do what's best for you..."

She cuts you off by leaning down to kiss you, taking you by surprise eventually you kiss her back, her soft lips against yours, moving in perfect sync with so much passion, dropping your hands to her waist, only pulling away when we both need to breathe, she leans her forehead against mine.

"I don't need you to choose for me, I can make my own decisions Y/N. You are the best for me, so stop running from this I wanna be here for you in the good and bad days so let me do that."

You only nod and smile at her, feeling her thumb soft caressing your jaw, making you lean in her touch, closing your eyes once you see her smile.

"So this means you forgive me for hurting you?"

You ask but honestly, you didn't know if she would after you hurt her so much, if you could go back in time and not break her heart you would do it in a heartbeat. But you didn't know if she would even accept you back, you love each other but was that enough for her to forgive? All you know is that if she gives you another chance you wouldn't make her regret it, and love her the way she deserves it.

"I already did long before we talk." she pick your lips, holding your hand, walking you out of the room you came face to face with Leah and Toone, by the look on their faces Leah probably had given Toone a long talk.

"Y/N I'm sorry I punch you and about what I said but you have to understand you hurt Alessia I couldn't let you hurt her again."

"It's okay, don't worry I deserve it. Besides, I'm glad Alessia has a friend like you who would protect her even though they could be beaten up" you joke but also a bit seriously "But I promise you I will never hurt her again and I will protect her."

Alessia squeezes your hand lightly making you look at her she smiles at you knowing you are still beating yourself up because of what you did to her, you smile at her.

"I'm happy you two are together again! Finally, I don't have to watch you two being miserable without each other!" Leah says.

"True my favorite couple, my best friend, and my favorite boxer!" Ella says jumping on Alessia ruffing her hair.

"You're drunk Ella, get off..." the both of them laughing as you watch with a smile on your face.

Alessia has a heart of gold, you know now full well she is your person hoping you are hers, and you are gonna make sure that she would always feels loved.

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