#SORRY BUT C’MONNNN

[laniidae-passerine]

#SORRY BUT C’MONNNN #Liz truss #pm #prime minister #downing street #uk politics

[deus-ex-mona]

i think mona should have a jigglypuff

#that’s it. that’s the post. let them both be cute and pink and sing together! #i also think mona should have a shiny goomy (both bc i’m biased and bc c’monnnn shiny goomy is in mona’s colours let them be together!!!!) #but yeah. mona and jigglypuff. they’re both so cuteeeeeeeeee #(also no valentines mona chapter today bc the getsuyoubi’s yuutsus have settled in and my motivation has yeeted sorry) #mona monday

[izurou]

STOP TELEPHONING ME FT. BLUE LOCK MEN

features: shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, and when someone calls you during sex.

contains: female reader. pro! blue lock charas. penetrative sex. oral sex. fingering. semi public for reo and bachira. a creampie from sae. brief filming in shidou’s. she and her pronouns used. you or him are on the phone in all of them so yeah !!

note: these are so long for hcs i am so sorry about that

SHIDOU RYUSEI

one of the sweetest things about ryusei, is that his camera roll is filled to the brim with you.

countless rows of what seems like every image of you ever—screenshots of your instagram stories, all those pictures you’ve sent with the message do i look ok attached, and of course—the dozens of photos he’s snapped of you himself.

sweet indeed—although, he’s still him, and so this habit of his isn’t all innocent admiration and good intentions. he has zero hesitation when it comes to filming you during sex—it’s a nasty side effect of his little obsession and, even nastier, he prefers leaving that type of media on your phone; sweet videos of him with his cock stuffed inside you.

so when he’s doing just that—using your device to record himself fucking you from behind, and the words can i help you suddenly leave his mouth—your heart nearly stops. did he really just? with a reluctant glance over your shoulder, you find him holding your phone up to his ear, grinning. he did.

“ryusei! what the fuck? who’s—” you attempt to scold him through an aggressive whisper, but get cut off by your own gasp when he pushes down on the side of your head—forcing your cheek flat against the mattress. he rolls his hips forwards with a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but melt into the cotton sheets and moan when he does so—being effortlessly tamed by the thickness of his cock.

“oh? you sure you wanna talk to her? she’s a little busy right now,” he sneers into the receiver, grin tripling in both size and arrogance when he looks down and sees your face—scrunched up in pure ecstasy as you fist the fabric on either side of your head. yeah, busy being all fucking his.

nevertheless, he thinks it’d be rude of him to not transfer the call over—this person went through the effort of dialling your number, after all.

so he tucks your phone between his shoulder and his ear, and uses both hands to pull you upright—flush against his chest. with his left hand latching onto your throat, and his right now holding your phone a couple inches from your ear, he purrs, “it’s for you, babydoll. wanna say hi?”

there’s a beat of silence, and then you hear it, a voice seething with anger—one that belongs to none other than your ex boyfriend. shit.

you’re holding your breath now—hoping that if you can remain silent, he’ll give up on his attempt to reach you altogether. a decent plan—but not for someone who’s currently dating the world’s biggest instigator. “c’monnnn, at least tell him how good your boyfriend’s fuckin’ you.”

he hums in content as his left hand travels south—between your tits and eventually, onto your clit. he uses his middle finger to rub tight circles, and with his cock still pressing kisses to your sensitive spots, with his tongue dancing across your neck—a whine slips out from between your lips.

and your ex hangs up—spewing a few unsavoury comments about your boyfriend before doing so.

“awwww, we were just getting to the best part,” ryusei whines, but he doesn’t stay down for long. “get ready to cum for me baby, and don’t fuckin’ hold back. we’re gonna leave him a voicemail.”

MICHAEL KAISER

when it comes to you, michael is both equal parts selfish and selfless.

he’s great at sharing. everything from his clothing to his habits—routines he’s stuck with for years, changed, because he wants his luxe life to be something you can experience with him.

like tonight, for instance—where a past version of himself would have returned home from practice, and immediately gotten into a hot bath to loosen his sore muscles. present him is in fact relaxing in a hot bath after a rather shit practice, but present him also has a pretty girl to help him wind down.

and while your boyfriend has no problem sharing with you, hell would freeze over before he’d share you. you’re his, and though he seldom allows his possessive behaviour to control him—it seems to linger on his shoulders nonetheless, particularly after a bad day.

you’re doing your best to lift his spirits—bouncing on his cock, pressing needy kisses along his inked neck—when your phone starts buzzing against the tiled ledge surrounding the tub. he knows you’ve been expecting an important call, but he doesn’t want you to stop—he’s not going to let you stop. even so, he’d be a pretty bad boyfriend if he ignored the call altogether, so he’ll answer it himself—seeing as you’re preoccupied.

“hello?” his voice is smooth, nonchalant—a little too much so. you still your movements, watching expectantly as michael’s gaze shift to yours. he smiles before continuing, as if he’s softening the impending blow. “an interview? sure, let me pass you to her.”

his eyes darken ever so slightly as he holds your phone out, mouthing the words take it.

you obey your boyfriend’s command with a little too much confidence—bringing the device up to your ear and barely managing a hello of your own before michael has you cupping a hand over your mouth with a sharp thrust of his hips. he doesn’t stop there either—grabbing onto your waist tight, more or less holding you still as he begins fucking into you at a steady pace.

“uh, i-i’m,” your mind goes blank as the voice of your potential employer rings in your ears with a simple question—what does your availability look like? michael is eavesdropping of course, sucking feverishly at the delicate skin on your neck as he strains to hear the conversation.

“monday through friday my love, isn’t that right?” he purrs into your opposite ear—handing you the answer on a silver platter. he wants you to get at least one response out before he inevitably, but indirectly ends the call. maybe it’s his sour mood tainting his train of thought, but the future where you have a job—is one where you have less time for him, less time for this. he doesn’t want that. “because you’re all mine on the weekends, aren’t you? such a precious girl, letting me fuck you like this. i don’t know what i’d do without you, baby.”

the words drip from his mouth like honey, sweet and genuine. it’s times like these that prove how scary love is, because in the heat of the moment—you’re convinced that you don’t really want this job, that all you want is to be his.

the water sloshes against the walls of the bathtub as you crumble onto his shoulder with a whine—phone silent and blank as it sits uselessly in your hand. michael runs his palms up and down your back in an attempt to soothe the upset he just assisted in—cock jumping when you sit up and pout at him.

“you’ll definitely get the next one, my love. in the meantime, this can be your full time job,” he grins—smug, but not insincere in the slightest. “you’re already a perfect fit.”

MIKAGE REO

reo, prim and proper at first glance—the perfect textbook gentleman, is anything but.

he has the courteous mannerisms down to a tee, all charming smiles and soft touches as he opens the door to his luxurious car—holding out a hand to help you inside. once you’re seated, he’ll do an adorable little jog over to the driver’s side because—keeping a pretty girl waiting just isn’t right.

his chivalry ends there though, because a parking lot is the perfect place for you to suck him off, he thinks.

and oh, how absolutely perfect you are—leaned over the centre console with your tongue swirling around his tip. he can’t help but pant a little as he lets his head fall back against the seat.

but his euphoria is short lived, because the sound of your ringtone fills his vehicle almost as quickly as it kills the mood—bluetoothed and displaying a name on the dashboard’s touch screen. seishiro. reo figures he’s only calling you to ask about him, but it’s awfully late, and while he has no reason to distrust his best friend—he finds himself curious, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

so, he taps his finger on the little green button.

“ynnn,” nagi’s voice emanates from the speakers—syllables drawn out and on the whinier side. you peer up at reo, and he’s looking down at you, eyes heavy with anticipation as he waits for a follow up. “are you with reo?”

your boyfriend visibly relaxes upon hearing that—and with his curiosity fed, he reaches forward to hang up, but—you swat his hand away.

“no, why? what’s up?” you hold eye contact with reo as you speak—ghosting your lips over his tip before licking up his shaft and taking him back into your mouth. you’re hoping that nagi will start to ramble, because if he does—reo will have to stay quiet, or at least attempt to.

and nagi happens to want an unreleased game, one that reo could pull a few strings and get his hands on if he wanted to—all things the voice on the other end is in the midst of explaining. he’s mere background noise though, because your attention is solely on reo and his cock.

you hold him near the base, using your hand to pump whatever your mouth can’t accommodate. reo shifts in his seat—biting down on the knuckle of his index finger as he goes one on one against the urge to buck up into your face, because that’d really conjure up a sinful sound.

and reo worries he might draw blood when you hum against him—sending vibrations throughout the length of his cock, and oh fuck, he’s so close. his brows knit together as he taps frantically on the screen—ending the call. he cums seconds later, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans and gasps through his orgasm.

“c’mere,” he breathes heavily—cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours for a messy kiss. “you wanna sit on it, sweetheart? we can head to the backseat.”

ITOSHI SAE

it might not seem like it, but there’s nowhere sae would rather be on his day off than here.

sitting on a small padded bench inside the private fitting room of a store, with you straddling his lap in a little floral mini dress. he figures that if he’s going to blow this much money on so little fabric, he might as well trial the garment’s true purpose—sex whenever and wherever he wants.

and now, as he watches you grind down onto the growing bulge in his pants—dress bunched up at your waist with one of the straps slipping off your shoulder, he can definitely see himself getting his money’s worth.

he’s just getting into it—running his hands over your ass and hips, tangling his fingers around the lace of your panties—when your phone starts to ring. at first, neither of you even acknowledge the sound, but it persists with a second call, and out of his peripherals—sae sees his manager’s name sitting the top of the screen. great, so much for your alone time.

“hello?” your voice is soft, and yet it still manages to catch your boyfriend off guard. during his brief sulk, you’ve not only answered the call, but put it on speaker as well. “is everything alright?”

the words i need to talk to sae come through, and you feel the breeze from his eye roll. you run your fingers through the hair at the back of sae’s head, pulling him a little closer as you continue to move your hips. he nuzzles into your neck soon after—eyes heavy as he watches your movements in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across from him.

“sorry, no can do. you know he needs the break,” you hum into the receiver, and you swear sae’s grip on you tightens. he loves it when you defend him like this—he thinks it’s hot.

so hot—he just can’t keep it in his pants anymore. he’s unbuttoning and unzipping—pushing fabric out of the way until his cock is springing free, and finally, he’s sinking into your cunt.

a breathy fuck falls from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall—staring up at you like you’re some kind of deity, which—in this dress, just might be true. his nails carve into your hips as he drags you along his shaft, and oh—it’s so easy for him to get carried away when you’re hugging him so tight.

“he’ll call you first—first thing in the morning.” you fumble over your words a little when the head of sae’s cock presses against a sensitive spot, but you get the response you wanted nonetheless—a that’s good thank you, and the call ends there.

a reward worthy performance, he thinks.

“oh god, sae,” you whine—and he buries his face back into the crook of your neck, recognizing the familiar knot unraveling just below his waist. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he cums hard, breathing heavy against your skin as he watches the mirror’s reflection through hooded lids—staring intently as white starts to leak out of you, and down the side of his cock.

“careful, you’re gonna ruin the dress,” he mutters—knowing full well that the sticky mess is all him. “guess i have to buy it now, huh?”

BACHIRA MEGURU

meguru’s fatal flaw is his attention span, or rather—his lack thereof.

the dinner reservation was at seven—a table for four. you, him, and two representatives from a sports brand that’s interested in sponsoring him.

it’s a few minutes past the hour, and the other duo is evidently running a little late—no big deal, but your boyfriend thinks otherwise. he’s sitting with his chin in his palm, twirling a straw around his fingers, and crumbling under the weight of his boredom. unfortunately, you don’t think this is an establishment that’d have a colouring page and some crayons for him, but not to worry—he’s just found something else to entertain himself.

“meguru, behave,” you shoot him a glance as he scoots closer—hearing him mutter a yes ma’am, but still feeling his hand beneath your skirt a few seconds later. he brushes his middle finger over the thin fabric of your panties—gently rubbing over your clit before he begins tracing what you think are hearts onto your cunt.

your gaze floods with desire—a look that meguru knows well, and loves dearly. he’s getting excited now, tail wagging with delight, because he knows that you’ll let him continue—so long as he doesn’t make it obvious to anyone in the room.

this means that, when one of the representatives suddenly starts calling you, he technically doesn’t have to behave.

“hello?” you bring your phone up to your ear, and at the same time—meguru’s hand slips past the waistband of your panties. he sighs in content—slouching back in his seat and lolling his head to the side. you’d almost think he was the one being touched. “w-what? you can’t find it?”

ah, so you’re saying they’re lost—which loosely translates to you have more time to play. good.

using his index and ring finger to spread you open—he sinks his middle into your warm cunt, curling it upwards and moving his hand side to side a bit. meanwhile, the voice on the other line is begging for directions, and you’re struggling to give them.

you lean into meguru’s side and hold his wrist—not to stop his movements, but to limit them, at least until you manage to get off the phone. but your boyfriend—sweet as pie and smart when it’s convenient for him, presses a kiss to your temple, and decides that he’ll take care of it for you.

“look for the big arena tour billboard, we’re right below that. see you soon,” he leans in and hums happily into your phone, and the rep thanks him before hanging up. with time now running out, he brings all three of his fingers up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. “mmm, i don’t wanna stop, baby. wanna make you cum.”

“megs, that’s them!” you squeak—spotting two well dressed, important looking people scurrying past a window on the opposite side of the room. you claw at meguru’s wrist—but his fingers stay glued to your clit for as long as possible, and he ends up pulling away mere seconds before they round the corner.

he’s all innocent smiles and waves as the two approach the table—not so subtly licking up the side of his middle finger, which—wouldn’t be so awful if there were more than just drinks on your table. either way, it’s swept under the rug, and the four of you begin introducing yourselves while looking over the menu.

and your phone is on silent at this point, but it lights up with one new message from meguru.

bathroom in 5? <3 i know what i wanna eat ;)

#izurou #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock hcs #shidou x reader #shidou smut #kaiser x reader #kaiser smut #reo x reader #reo smut #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae smut #bachira x reader #bachira smut #bllk x reader #blue lock x you

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Help

Warnings- dark! Rafe sex as payment mentioned, 18+, mdni, suggestive, no actual smut (if people like this then I’ll make a pt 2 😭) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Rafe rolled up his money, lining up the powder with a card and snorting it all. Barry looked at him expectantly. Rafe furrowed an eyebrow as he dug through his pockets.

He stood up, patting himself down.

“I don’t…” he said.

“Shit, country club finally ran outta money, huh?” Barry spoke with a laugh.

“Look, man, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll pay you by next-“

“Actually- I think I have a better idea.” Barry’s eyes were fixed on you, chatting away with one of your friends, a smile on your face. A small smile made its way onto his own face, and Rafe followed his gaze.

“No fucking way.” Rafe protested, getting what he was getting at. “I’m not gonna whore my fucking girlfriend out-“

“C’monnnn, man. You told me she’s a freak- im sure she won’t mind.” He said, grinning widely as he turned to rafe, leaning back in his chair.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, knowing Barry would be set on this.

“Fuck. Okay… but I’m not leaving you alone with her.” Rafe sat back down, chugging the rest of the beer he had.

“Shit, you wanna watch, feel free, bro.” Barry told him with a wicked smile.

Soon, you came up to Rafe. You plopped yourself on the couch, resting your legs on his lap. His hands moving up and down the flesh of your leg. He was quiet, you noticed.

“You okay, Rafey?” You asked him after a little. He looked up at you and nodded, looking at Barry now.

“Yeah, Rafe, seemin’ a lil quiet over there.” Barry chuckled from beside him. Rafe sent him a glare.

Barry slowly put his hand on you. You turned to him with a quirked eyebrow and an expression that made him want to take you against the couch right now.

You looked back at Rafe for some sort of help, but he just stared, silently.

Barry sighed. “See, sweetheart, what your boyfriend doesn’t wanna tell you is that… he’s outta money. He wasted it all on his coke, and I don’t accept late payments. And you…”

You frowned, still confused. “What does that have to do with me?”

“He offered to whore you out as payment, gorgeous.” He explained bluntly.

You looked at him, your mouth agape in disbelief.

“‘M sorry, baby.” Rafe told you now, grabbing your cheek and turning you to him.

“But I really need for you to be a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me?” He said in that sweet tone. You looked at him and back at Barry.

“You’ll be helping me a lot, baby.” He continued when he saw you hesitate.

And who were you to not help out your boyfriend?

#rafe cameron x you #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #barry smut #barry x reader #rafe cameron x reader

[random-writing-panda]

||•~ Growing pains ~•||

(Older)Damian Wayne x Reader

*My GIF

I’m finally getting better at making fic’s longer. As always I hope you guys enjoy it and that my inability to spell doesn’t reflect in my writing to much🙃 

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: little bit angsty

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Damian starts to develop feelings towards his best friend, he doesn't understand what these feelings mean so who better to go to but his big brother Dick?

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Damian hated this class. Out of all the classes he had to waste his day attending, this one was the worst because the one person who made school bearable was on the other side of the room. So, he was stuck sitting next to morons who only wanted to talk to him because he was Damian Wayne.  

He was zoned out not paying any attention to the class, he didn’t need to, he knew more about the subject then the teacher did and that left him to doing the one thing that had seemed to take over his life recently, drawing you. He sat there sketching lines onto his book glancing up to look over to you as you sat with your face resting in your hand looking half asleep. Damian smiled to himself as he looked back down to the sketch. No matter how many times he drew you he could never make it perfect, never fully capture the beauty you hold.

It had been almost two months of Damian drawing you. You had found one of his sketch books and were so shocked at how talented he was, the detail was incredible, so obviously as his best friend you begged him to draw you.  

∞∞

“No.” he sighed  

“C’monnnn Dami please! Just one sketch. It’s just one please!” you grab his arm and he squirms a little.

“Oh sorry... I forgot the touching thing. But seriously please? Just draw me once.” you pull you hand away and give him puppy dog eyes. You were the one person he listened to, not a lot, but more than anyone else.

“Fine. One okay?” he looks over to you and smiles as you start clapping and smiling.

“Thank you Dami!”  

∞∞

He had finished the sketch and just looked at it just wasn’t good enough, it was missing something and he couldn’t make it look perfect but you had seen him stop so you practically ran over to him and sat next to him and ran your fingers over the edge of the paper and you had smiled so much, you seemed so happy.  

As happy as you were with the picture Damian just couldn’t let go of the fact something was missing, so he tried again, using the picture of the two of you that he kept in his room as a reference.

It drove him crazy, whenever he saw you there was something so beautiful that he just couldn’t capture in his drawings and eventually after every day you spent together, he would sit down and draw it.  

Over the two months he had filled up the entire book with memories and whenever he looked through his sketchbook he was filled with happiness and something completely unexplainable.

“Damian since you seem to be paying attention what is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked trying to embarrass him. It backfired quickly when Damian answered correctly without even looking up from his book. The class tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher turned red and tried to continue with the class.

Damian shot his eyes up to look at you again and he heard your laugh after what had occurred and he just smiled back at you. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

How he felt about you confused him which he hated Damian absolutely hated not know what was happening especially when his own feelings are what were confusing him. He needed to know what was happening and he couldn’t work it out on his own... he needed help...  

∞∞

He was never going to let Damian live this down. Damien actually asking for someone else's help.

“I swear Grayson. You will never utter a word of this conversation to anyone is that understood?” Damian scowls at Dick as they sit across from each other.  

“Sure, okay fine what do you need help with Damian?” Dick slouches over resting his elbows on his knees.

“Whenever I’m with Y/n... I feel weird.” Damian says trying to piece together the words.

“Weird? What do you mean weird?”  

“If I knew what I meant I would have said that wouldn't I Grayson? Uh forget it.” Damian goes to stand up.

“No! Hey Damian, I'm sorry come on I want to help.” Dick says standing and gently puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, “Just talk to me try to explain it?”

“Fine... when I’m with her I...I just...I feel like I’m happier... I feel like a better person and I feel...okay I mean actually okay.” Damian sat back down and but his head in his hands. “And... there is just something unexplainable and...I don’t understand... my entire life i have know exactly how to feel and how to respond... how to turn off my feelings...but I can’t and I don’t know how to deal with it... i don’t even know what it is!”

“Heh... sounds like you're in love.” Dick lets out a small almost sad chuckle. “First love...wow”

“Love?-”

“Yeah love it is what happens when people-”  

“I know what love is Grayson!” Damian replies hastily and rolls his eyes, “I just didn’t know it felt like... this...”

“It’s love. It feels like love. You just know!” Dick says almost like he was confused  

“No Grayson. I don’t know that’s why I came to you.” Damian knew people didn’t understand but at this point they didn’t even try to understand that he couldn't process emotion like other people, they just brush it off.

“I’m trying to be supportive but how do you not know what love is like? Any kind of love?”

“Well Dick some of us didn’t grow up perfectly.”

“Perfectly?! Perfectly really?? No one in this house grew up perfectly! Except maybe Alfred, but that’s beside the point!”

“Yeah well you could be less of a dick, Dick.” Damien stood up and walked away without a second thought.

∞∞

“I will never understand the need for a bed the size of a normal room.” You laugh as you fall back onto Damian’s bed and lay there looking up at his ceiling.

“I don’t get it either but its comfortable.”  Damian raises his head and puts his pencil on his desk.

“I agree maximum comfort levels. I should sleep over more.” you smile and watching you on his bed his face heats up and you move around on the bed and walk over to him.

You sit up on his desk and look down at Damian’s sketch book.

“Is that me?” you move to grab the book, but Damian gets to it first and slams it shut.

“Nope.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Not you at all.”  

“Hm I don’t think so, I'm pretttyy sure that was me.”  

He looks down and he tried to stay calm. Did you hate him? Did you think he was creep? Were you going to stop hanging out with him?

“Let me see it!” you laugh and try to grab the book.

“No!”  

“Please?”

“...Fine...”

He hands the book over to you and his hand brushed yours and you smiled.

You open the book to the first page and see a beautiful sketch of your day out at the beach with him, you flip over the pages one by one and are met with an entire book full of drawings of you.

“Damian...”

That was it you thought he was a creep.

“These are so amazing...” you reach the end of the book and find a page with your sketch in a box in the middle of the page.

“Sorry...this is weird...” He looks at the wall and straightens up in his seat.

You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, you run your finger over the side of his face.

“What are you talking about? They are amazing Damian what are you embarrassed about?”

“You don’t think I'm creepy for having a sketch book full of pictures of you?” Damian laughs and leans into your hand.

“No... it's so sweet.” you look down trying to force words pass the lump in your throat. “It’s nice to have the guy you like take that much interest in you...” you mumble to quietly.

“You like me?”

“Yeah...maybe...a little bit...”  

“Good.” Damian stands up and tugs you off the desk and hugs you. “Because... I think I like you too.”

“Damian?”

He pulls back.

“Yeah...?”

“Can I kiss you?”  

He smiles and you lean into him and press your lips against his and you slowly close your eyes,grasping your waist tightly he pulls you closer to him. The moment seems to last for an eternity and once you pull away you rest you head on his chest.

“Just one sketch huh...?” you look up and Damien rolls his eyes at chuckles.

“Just one sketch.”  

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[wintersera]

hii what do u think of giselle and yunjin fucking you???🥲🥲🥲 i feel like they'd just be big bullies to you and degrade you all the time

cw: dubcon, degredation, drugging, somnophilia, blackmail, i made them assholes in this im sorry 🫠🫠

okay my bad i haven’t answered this (holy shit i’m so sorry) but anyways. when it comes to me theres no normal vanilla thoughts about this, because let me tell you… i want these two women in a way that will cause the second coming of jesus christ—

also i felt like making this a drabble even though i said i wouldn’t do requests or asks my bad guys… brain rot!

bully!aeri and bully!yunjin being very well known for bullying people left right and centre. them having a few lackeys that would run their errands. unfortunately you were one of their little targets to fuck around with quite literally you weren’t a lackey or anything, they just liked to poke fun at you time to time. do that thing that bullies often do and just shove you into a locker, pour water or some drink over your head during lunch breaks, call you a few names here and there, take really humiliating pictures of you and say that they’re not gonna post it anywhere, maybe they have posted it. but anyways, you know, the usual shit.

they thought it would be so funny to invite you over for funsies and not explain why they want you over. so really, who were you to deny their request? quite obviously they could just blackmail you to come running over.

aeri is kind of an enabler to yunjins behaviour- like she knows what she’s doing is horrible and thats why she doesn’t do it normally, but this time is kinda different. aeri is all like “it’ll be fun c’monnnn. you find y/n kinda cute anyways. i know you think she looks so cute when she’s crying… plus, i think she’s cute too. just wanna fuck around with her you know”

and so the day comes. you’re standing in the middle of their room,,, shit you’re so awkard, but that’s to be expected. in what situation would your bullies invite you to one of their houses?

they’d tell you to relax “don’t worry, we just wanted to hang out” for all you know they’re making snacks in the kitchen giggling to eachother while you awkwardly make yourself comfy, sinking yourself on the couch. eventually they brought over the drinks they made specifically for you and handing it over, watching as you sip the drink hesitantly.

“hmm this is kinda good… anyways what am i doing he-“

BITCH?? it only takes you few seconds and you’ve blacked the fuck out. you’re extremely vulnerable infront of both of your bullies, you’re kinda fucked.

oh noooo what ever shall they do to you

you’d wake up to yunjin between your legs with a playful smirk on her face, lapping at your clit, making sure that you definitely feel her tongue flat against it.

oh and aeri? she’s standing behind yunjin taking a video, snickering as you wake up from a good 30 min knock out nap “what the f-fuck?” were the only words that came out of your mouth before yunjin shoved two of her fingers knuckles deep into your cunt.

in panic, you looked up to aeri who was fixated on keeping you in frame while you were being fucked rough. her eyes were glued onto the screen, keeping in a laugh that was in her throat. she noticed you staring at the camera. she laughed “god you look so pathetic. did you really think that we would want to hang out normally? especially with you? hmmm… what would your mom think if she found out that her precious daughter was a slut”

yunjin just chuckled. she kept sucking on your clit while she was so so deep inside of you. i mean hell you were out of it??? your head banging from the spiked drink, and your bully was going down on you? shit was so confusing, but it was all welcomed. aeri and yunjin obviously didnt know that you were getting off to this, so they just carried on with the thought of messing you up beyond your capabilities.

yeah, yunjin wasn’t as mean as aeri was, but the way you writhed your hips on her face whenever she circled her tongue around your clit, made her act harsher. yunjin’s nails dug into your thighs making you hiss at the feeling. you felt more needier, more desperate for her tongue.

at this point they both got that you were whoring yourself out for them “aeri, do you think this little slut deserves to cum?” which gets you panicking a bit

“i don’t think so” aeri responds back with a playful tone “i think i should have a go with our toy before she gets to cum, don’t you think? yeah no they definitely found out….

before you could figure out what they were gonna do, aeri had already switched places with yunjin, disregarding her phone. at a agonisingly slow pace, aeri toyed with your clit “you really do enjoy this, fucking whore- oh i can’t wait to use this against you” yunjin picking up her own phone and snapping a few pics before ripping open your shirt “everyone thinks you’re the sweetest little thing, so cute, so vulnerable, so easy to fool. it’s so funny, no one else but us knows that you’re just a pathetic slut that was waiting for this to happen to you” a few more pics of you shirtless with aeri in between your thighs were taken.

aeri signalled for yunjin to come closer, telling her that it was completely fine to mark you up and leave bruises for all she cares!! no one would really give a fuck anyway- now if it wasn’t aeri’s or yunjin’s marks they’d probably gaf because well… they’d most likely corner you and ask if you were whoring around 😭

besides the point, yunjins trailed across your neck and collarbone, leaving as many hickeys as she can while aeri began fucking you with her fingers relentlessly.

time passes and you’re calling out their names simultaneously, “yun— fu…fuck aeri, can’t- can’t take it anymore” yeah they really dont care, not slowing down at all LIKE AT ALL— aeri fucking you so deep, so rough and so fast that it makes you feel so overstimulated, and with yunjin fondling your breasts and biting at your neck, it makes sense that it made you fall unconscious for a split second. gripping onto the sheets tightly once you come back to reality, screaming their names as they witness you cum all over aeris fingers.

oh and also, for extra measures, they take another pic of you. this time your legs spread wide for the camera— yeah no they’re asshole my bad

so yeah— moral of the story… um i think that bully!aeri and bully!yunjin nghfnfhnfnnhfnfnffnfbfb FUCJ I NEED THEM IN AN UNHOLY WAY 😤😤😤

#kaye: imagines!! #aespa smut #le sserafim smut #le sserafim yunjin smut #aespa giselle smut #aespa x reader smut #le sserafim x reader smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop girl group smut #huh yunjin smut #giselle smut

[fukingsad]

Hobie’s Hands 🙌

Synopsis: Hobie has really nice hands…..

Master List

Hobie’s hands…..

So we ALL saw how much taller Hobie was than literally everyone he stood next too

I believe they say he’s 6’3”

Now if we look up the average hand size for a 6’3” man it’s 7.6 INCHES

And just so we have a mental picture of how LONG that is for a HUMAN HAND

the STANDARD length of a #2 pencil is 7-7.5 inches long….FOR A HAND, THAT'S KINDA LONG

Now I can’t tell you how WIDE is palm is (bc….idk how to do math…..fuck off 😪)

BUT LOOOOOK

LOOK AT HOW BIG HIS PALM IS

BRO’S HAND IS THE DEFINITION OF FIRMLY GRASP IT

ALSO, he plays guitar

and as someone who plays the bass guitar and the orchestral bass…..THE CALLUSES ON HIS FINGERTIPS MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE

like y’all know what a callus is ( if not here’s what I found on Google bc I cannot explain for shit: “A callus is thickened skin on your hands or the soles of your feet. The thickening of the skin is a protective reaction. For example, farmers and rowers get calluses on their hands that prevent blisters from forming”)

LIKE OML

Okay okay okay imagine

you and Hobie sitting on the couch or a rooftop or something your sitting down whatever

And he’s holding you like bridal style or something idfk the names but he’s holding you😓

and he’s just drawing circles on your skin, like his hand under the back of your shirt, him calmly holding you as his fingers swirl circles into your back

(Also I feel like ALL spider people love physical touch TO AN EXTENT only because with being a spider person they lose so much so just seeing someone isn’t enough but being able to feel them lets their heart know that the person is really there and it’s not just their mind….. I’ll write more about this later…..maybe)

BUT LIKE C’MONNNN

like imagine y’all doin’ the nasty in public and you’re just a whimpering whiny mess (probably overstimulated) and Hobie just covers your mouth WITH THAT MASSIVE HAND OML

“hey hey hey, ‘s alrigh' luv, ya gotta be quiet, ya don’t want ‘em to hear you do ya darlin'?”

LIKE OH MY SWEET JESUS UGHHHH

OH COULD YOU IMAGINE HIS SLAPPING YOUR ASS

he’d probably think it’s funny but that shit would hurt…..ina good way 🤭

(And if ur into that super kinky shit could you imagine him wrapping his hand around your throat[with your consent obvi] like ugh 😩)

Also after reading VARIOUS fics i’ve been convinced he’s a boobs man (so for my readers with boobies all sizes) IMAGINE HIM CUPPING THEM IN HIS BIG ASS HANDS

He’s definitely the kinda guy that would hold ‘em for comfort

bro’s a functioning boyfriend and bra and for the ppl with the heavy ones THE WEIGHT OFF YO BACK 😩🧎‍♀️

(Definitely gonna have to make something separate on his love for boobs….)

BUT ANYWAYS HANDS

He definitely had the gripper thing….to workout your hands…..y’all know wtf i’m talking about…don’t look at me like that 😒

AND NO ONE IS TELLING ME HE DOESN’T HAVE VEINY HANDS

like he’s tall and skinny (i’m not gonna say lanky because he’s not thin, just skinny)

LIKE 8/10 TALL AND SKINNY MEN HAVE VEINY HANDS

hobie is just so…..so very perfect

ANYWAYS

if you can’t tell…..i really like large hands….a lot

🧍🏾‍♀️😛🫶🏾

Ending A/n: I’m sorry ya’ll but HIS HANDS THEY HAVE BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND JUS OML

anyways love and peace yall 😻

#hobie brown × reader #hobie × reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie my beloved #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie headcanons #hobert brown #hobie fanart #into the spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #miles morales #across the spider verse spoilers #spider punk #miguel spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel spiderman #astv × reader #astv fanfic #astv miles #astv spoilers #spiderman astv #astv gwen #spiderverse spoilers #earth 42 miles morales x reader

[lcandothisallday]

concept: Jeremy

Jeremy teaching you or giving you lessons on the entire process of juicing 😭 I feel like you’d both be in bed and he’d pull out an entire book of different juices and talk about the health benefits

18+ ish⚠️

PLSSS HE’D BE INSUFFERABLE LOL

omg like imagine you’re both in bed, about to call it a night. Both of you are doing your own respective things—you scrolling on your phone and him flipping through a book.

Eventually you get bored and put aside your phone and you take a few moments in contemplation before you smirk and lean over closer to Jeremy. You start peppering kisses all over his neck, your fingers moving up to play with his curls as you do so.

Jeremy however was too immersed in his book, completely ignoring your attempts at seducing him. “Look baby—I think we should try making this juice tomorrow for breakfast—”

You pull away your jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious right now J—im over here kissing you and you’re thinking about the damn juice you wanna drink tomorrow?!” you ask incredulously.

“Y/N—the process of juicing is actually very fascinating and they have a bunch of health benefits—”

You roll your eyes and lean back again. “Yeah well sorry I’d rather have sex with you than talk about juice,” you mumble.

Jeremy’s eyes widened and he tossed the book aside.

“Nope! You missed your chance,” you say quickly, shaking your head as you cross your arms.

“Oh c’monnnn,” he groaned, shifting so that he was now hovering above you, his lips practically ghosting over yours. “You know I just love my detox juices…” he mumbled against your lips. “But you know what juices I love more?” he questioned suggestively, a smirk growing on his face as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

Your brows furrowed in confusion before your eyes widened slightly. “Oh,” you breath out, watching as he shimmied his body down, taking pleasure between your thighs to make it up to you.

#just a wee bit 18+ #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jeremy x reader #jack harlow fluff #jeremy wmcj #wmcj #wmcj fics #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagine

[cupidjyu]

pay attention to me! pt 2

(98 line) what if you’re not paying attention to them ??!

genre: cuddling, lap-sittting? fake arguments, fluff ofc! notes: im back!! i think it’s my goal to start posting more! so, if you guys have any ideas im always open :D anyways, please enjoy!! ly :) word count: 1k

juyeon

you recently have been picking up random hobbies out of complete boredom. though, you do end up ditching them a week later. this week’s new hobby is knitting. you had gotten the hang of it after a bit so you were now sitting on the couch, practicing your new skill, your tongue poked out of your mouth slightly. you can hear juyeon shuffling next to you, knowing he’s just watching shows on his phone. 

but then your knitting was paused when you felt him wrap his hands around your waist. he lifts you up and brings you into his lap. he’s a strong person after all. startled and confused, you stare up at him. after a while, you snuggled into his hold, though you never continued your knitting.

it’s quiet.

“continue your knitting,” he mumbled.

you nodded and continued. but then you stopped again.

“what’s this for then?” you eyed how you were literally sitting on his lap, his arm wrapped over your body protectively. there’s no response so you turn to face him and he’s staring back down at you with red ears.

“just missed you,” he whispered, so quietly you almost missed it.

you giggled. 

“you missed me?” you reached your hand up to his cheek and pinched it. he only blushed more at your actions, clearing his throat and looking away. you stared at him, teasingly. "so?"

"why're you making me repeat it?" he looked down at you with red ears. you only stared at him with expectant eyes. he sighed. "yes! i missed you. you just kept on doing your own thing and i want to hug you."

"oh, my juyeon," you smiled, pulling him into a kiss. "you're so cute."

kevin

“so i was thinking…”

you didn’t look up from petting your pet cat. she was just being so, so cute today that you couldn’t resist her. but you were still listening to kevin ramble about his favorite types of music. you always loved the topics that he talked about. 

but then you heard his words stop. 

“excuse me.”

you stop petting the cat. you look up at him only to see him staring down at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“huh?”

he huffed. 

“were you not paying attention to me this whole time? for a cat?”

you reeled back in shock. “no, no! sorry kev, i promise i was listening.” you had to hold back the giggle threatening to leave you because you always thought that he’s cute when grumpy.

he rolled his eyes, turning his back to you and crossing his arms. “sure, whatever.”

“c’monnnn…” you got up from the bed and approach him with a mischievous smile. then, you wrap your arms around his whole body, pulling him into a tight-back hug.

“you’re so annoying,” he muttered, though he still melted into your hold. you could even see his smile growing.

"you're smiling."

"am not."

"are too."

he turned around and looked at you with a grumpy expression.

"i'm not."

"sure." you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. after, you led him to the bed to lie with you and even play with the cat together.

chanhee

“what do you think?”

you were busy, reading over your essay over and over in fear you missed any part of it. you were just on your last paragraph, so determined to finish it early so that the two of you could go on a date.

but then you heard a particularly loud huff of breath.

you looked up and widened your eyes at the sight of him just standing there with a (cute) pout. he had his arms crossed as he looked at you expectantly.

“can you repeat that?” you smiled sheepishly.

“i was asking,” you could see his cheeks turn pink slightly as he shifted shyly on his feet. “what do you think?” he looked down at his own outfit.

you grinned. he was dressed quite differently, though it still fit his style. he just looked so… cuddly and cute that you just wanted to hug him tightly.

“you look amazing!” your hands formed into a heart, pointing it towards him.

“should’ve said that earlier,” he grumbled, though you could spot the smile growing on his lips.

“sorry,” you apologized, feeling guilty.

he waved you off, “it’s okay.”

and in a flash, he’s on top of you, tackling you into a cuddle. he pecked kisses all over your face, hugging your whole body tightly. 

“ack, chanhee.” you giggled.

“can’t you take a break from work?” he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

"i'm almost done." you turned back to your laptop.

"hurry," he whined. you sat back up to continue typing. you felt your heart warm when you felt him snuggle into your side, watching you work.

changmin

oh, the show was just getting so good. you were practically on the edge of your seat, watching as the main character slowly walks down the dark hallway. you weren’t always one for scary shows, but this was one that changmin had suggested and you actually liked it. plus the room lights are off, adding to the scary atmosphere.

the thing is, you didn’t notice him sitting next to you, trying to ask you a question.

“y/n. y/n.”

the character is almost going to open the door… and…

but then you’re completely startled by changmin’s loud scream. it’s so, so high-pitched and scary. you immediately got thrown into a panic as you practically scramble into his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid in his shoulder.

after a few moments, he pulled away and looked down at you with an adoring smile.

“am i your prince? you came straight for me.”

you punched his shoulder, feeling your face heat up quickly. 

“why would you scare me like that?”

he’s silent for a moment, thinking of the right answer. but then he shrugged.

“i want attention.” he smirked. he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss. then he tightened his hold on you and pulled you into a warm hug.

"it's scary though."

"okay, sorry," he laughed. "but, pay attention to me please?"

"you're the one who recommended this show!"

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #juyeon x reader #juyeon fluff #kevin moon x reader #kevin moon fluff #chanhee x reader #chanhee fluff #changmin fluff #changmin x reader #imagines 💞

[cazperx-x]

Hello lovely I was wondering if you would be open to writing my request? it would be a Gareth x reader where the two of them would be at a party or the bar after a concert and he gets protective of the reader when they see her ex that was an asshole?

I absolutely love this idea!! Sorry it took me so long to write but school is f u n -

I also made this really angsty but it has a decently happy ending

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The party

Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, underage drinking, small slight mention of s/a, implied that Gareth's dad is an ass

1.7k words

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You weren’t much of a party person. But you were a Gareth Emerson person, and although he wasn’t much of a party person either, this was an exception. Corroded Coffin had just experienced their best performance yet, getting a crowd much larger than a couple of drunks.

Eddie, in celebration, threw a party. Of course, it wasn’t at his trailer, and instead at Gareth’s considerably larger two-story house. 

“C’mon Gareth, pleaseee? This was the best show we’ve ever had, we gotta celebrate!”

“Fine, but not a shit ton of people this time. Got it?”

But now you were pushing through a crowd of people you barely if at all recognized, sighing in relief to find Gareth sitting on the couch in the living room sipping from a red solo cup. 

“Can I get a sip?” You plopped down next to your boyfriend, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips upon seeing you.

“You sure you can handle it honeysuckle?” He tilted his head at you, like a dog. More specifically, a golden retriever. 

“Ha ha, very funny Gare.” 

“Fine. Just don’t drink too much, you’re gonna have to drive yourself home tonight.”

“Mhmm.” 

~~~~~

About an hour had passed of you and Gareth just sitting on the couch and chatting.  

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get a refill. Don’t go anywhere.” Gareth said as he got up from the couch and wandered into a different room.

“Hey.”

That voice. That fucking voice. It was Brandon. Your Ex who was on the basketball team. You’d broken up about a year before, and since then you tried your best to avoid him at all costs. You turned to find him leaning on the back of the couch, a sickening smirk on his face.

“Leave me alone.” 

“Don’t be like that.”

“What do you want?” 

“Hey, no need to be bitchy, I just wanna talk.” he chuckled a sound that made your stomach churn.

“Yeah, well I don't.” You rolled your eyes and turned back around, but he put a hand on your shoulder.

“What, are you trying to ignore me? C’monnnn I can tell we’ve both changed in more ways than one.”

“Hey, leave her alone man.” You turned to see Gareth standing not so far away, Freshly filled red solo cup in hand.

“Hmph, whatever. Have it your way.” Brandon glanced at you and scoffed, before walking away, although stumbling was a better way to put it 

“It’s fine Gare, I can handle him myself.” You gave your boyfriend a small smile.

“Just don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Brandon’s a complete-”

“Asshole? Yeah I know, I dated him.” Your words were searing, like a freshly sharped blade cutting through paper.

The tone seemed to make Gareth wince but you just shook your head and looked away.

~~~~

For the rest of the night, things were fine. You’d left Gareth to go talk to some friends who were at the party, and If anything you started to wonder if maybe you’d overreacted.  

You wandered around looking for Gareth, about to tell him you were ready to leave, before finding him in an empty hall with Brandon.

“Just leave her alone man, okay?”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” Brandon, scoffed, before lightly shoving Gareth into the wall he was leaning on.

“Just fuck off.” Gareth crossed his arms, teeth gritted. His words were slightly slurred, and you could tell the alcohol was getting to him. 

“Yeah, whatever. Freak.”

Brandom bumped into you while stumbling away,  stopping a couple of steps in front of you. 

“See you’re still getting other people to fight your own battles? Huh, guess I was wrong. Nothings changed. You just got a freak to protect you now.”

You were speechless, trying to find something, anything to say. But before you knew it, Brandon was already gone. Faded into the crowd. 

Instead, you turned your attention to your boyfriend. Gareth fucking Emerson. 

“What the hell was that?” You matched Gareth’s stance, arms crossed, teeth gritted. 

“I was just trying to protect you.” He sighed, seeming exasperated over something you didn’t even ask him to do. 

“I don’t need protecting Gare, I was handling him just fine.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.”

You just scoffed and walked into the crowd, trying to find something to take your mind off things. You angrily grabbed a solo cup and filled it up, before gulping down half. 

“Wow, look who got their little feelings hurt.”

“Fuck off Brandon. Or do you want to fuck me that much?” You continued sipping from your solo cup, not even bothering to turn around and look at him. 

“Wanna find out?” 

“Yeah, no tha-” You were cut off by shivers going up your spine. Brandon had grabbed you by your hips, tightening his grip as you struggled to break free. 

“Hey, let go of me you little bitch.” 

“And why should I?” 

Just seconds after those words left Brandon’s mouth you heard the ear-splitting sound of breaking glass and felt sharp pieces of freshly shattered glass rain on you, along with the release of Brandon’s hands on your hips and the sound of him hitting the floor. Hard. 

“What the FUCK was that?”

You turned around to see Gareth, holding the end of a shattered bottle. 

“Get the fuck out of my house.”  He threw the end at Brandon, who just scoffed and stumbled up, limping to the door. Gareth followed, you tagging behind, just to make sure he actually left. 

“Fucking freak. Both of you.” He scoffed, before leaving, and slamming the door behind him.

In any other situation, this would’ve been an idealistic moment. You would’ve run into Gareth’s arms, kissed his cheek, and kicked everyone else out before cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. But instead, you just felt tired and burnt out. Yes, you loved your boyfriend with all your heart, but you didn’t want to be seen as some fragile thing that needed to be looked after and protected. 

“Are you okay?” 

His words snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked at him. His face looked so genuine, so concerned. Again, if this was any other situation, you would've rushed into his arms. 

But this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, especially at parties, bars, and even at school.

It was the same routine. 

Gareth hovering over you the entire time and giving anyone, especially boys, a death glare if they were to even look you in the eye. At first, you found it sweet, but over time it started to be patronizing. 

You spat out the first words that came to mind.

“What the fucking hell Gareth?”

His face turned into a look of anger and confusion. 

“What do you mean what the hell? I just saved your ass!”

“Well, maybe I don’t need my ass saved. I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“Well, you sure looked like it.” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh really? You barely gave me any time to even try to save myself.”

“Oh wow, sorry I actually care about my girlfriend and don’t want her ex to do some creepy perv shit to her in my own fucking house.”

“Whatever Emerson. I’m going home.”

Emerson. 

You only called him that when you were pissed, like really, really pissed. Hell, you barely called him Gareth. Fuck.

His expression immediately softened.

“Woah Woah hey, I’m sorry-” Gareth reached out to grab your hand, but it was too late. You were rushing past him and on your way out the door.

“Wait! Y/n! C’mon, can we talk about this?” Gareth was calling after you, but his cries were falling on deaf ears.

By now you were both out the door, Gareth still chasing after you. 

“Y/n please, let me drive you home at least.”

“No Emerson, you’ve been drinking.”

“And?”

“Well first off you’re 17 so drinking in itself is kinda illegal, secondly driving while drunk is also illegal and I’m really trying to not get in a car crash tonight.”

“Well, you’ve been drinking too.” 

“Fine, then I’ll walk.”

Gareth scoffed, but you just crossed your arms and strutted toward the sidewalk, and started walking. 

“I’m sorry! For what I don’t fucking know but-” 

“Oh wow, thanks so much, Emerson. I totally forgive you.”

“Fine, tell me what I did. If it’s so bad for you to cause such a scene-”

“Me?! I’m the one causing a scene?! Wow, Emerson, not like you broke a fucking glass bottle over my Ex’s head.”

“Well, you still haven’t told me.”

“Told you what? How you fucking embarrassed me in there? How I’m sick of you treating me like I'm fucking 7? Like I can’t handle myself? Well, now you know Emerson.”

“Will you stop calling me that?”

“Stop calling you what? Emerson? Emerson Emerson Emerson Emerson Emerson Emerson-”

“Will you fucking shut up!?”

“Oh wow, now look who sounds like their dad.” 

There was an uncomfortable silence, starting the second those words left your mouth. You stared at the ground, not being able to look Gareth in the eye.

Gareth’s eyes started to well up, and he stumbled back while looking at his shaky hands. 

“A-am I actually- do I-I really-” He stuttered out, and you immediately knew you’d taken it too far. 

Before you knew it tears were falling from your eyes too. 

“Wait- Gare no, please I'm so sorry-”

“A-am I really, t-that big of a monster? D-did I really hurt you that much? L-like how he hurt my mom?” Gareth was sobbing now, and you rushed into his arms, something you admittedly should’ve done a while ago. 

Gareth struggled under your grasp 

“Wait n-no- If I’m really that shitty-”

“You’re not Gareth Emerson. You are nothing like your father, and I’m so so fucking sorry for saying that. I-It’s just that- I don’t like you being super overprotective over me Gare. I turn 18 in a few months and I can handle myself. I just want you to know and respect that. ‘Kay?”

Gareth sniffled and buried his head in your hair. 

“Okay. ‘M sorry for being so overprotective. I just don’t want anyone hurting you. I never meant to upset you, or hurt you in the process.”

“I know.“

“I love you Y/n.”

I love you too Gareth.”

#gareth stranger things x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4

[yagrldariv]

The Big Reveal

Tony Stark x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: Mention of light alcohol consumption, light fluff.

Request: tony stark dating pepper's little sister, reader who is a Photojournalism for the New York Times

A/N: Sorry for the delay, made this a bit longer than I would a regular one-shot. So I hope you like this anon. Just to make the story flow a bit better, Pepper and Tony never dated. Set around the first Iron Man. Sorry for any typos!

When you first applied to the New York Times, you sort of did it as a joke. At least that’s what you told yourself when you were prepping for absolute rejection. But when you got the offer letter you were sooo excited. This was going to be your opportunity to be a part of history. While you were picturing your photos in the Met, you never knew it would be those kind of photos.

As you quickly learned, interning at the New York Times was not quite the same as being a full time photojournalist. You though you would be taking on the heavy-hitter topics like crime, houselesness, corporate greed, arms dealings. And yet, here you were taking photos of potholes for someone else’s 20th page column about infrastructure. But at least you got paid for it (if you were speaking technically).

After your session uptown, you started heading for the subway towards home when your phone starting ringing.

The screen lit of bright with a photo of you and your big sister and you swiped to answer, “Pepps!! Heyy everything ok?”.

Between you schlepping around the city and her being an assistant for the worlds wealthiest businessman, your schedules never seems to line up.

“Everything is great, I just wanted to see if you were free”, Pepper yelled something to someone in the background before continuing, “I’m gonna be uptown for a few hours at an event, I’d love to see you”.

You stopped on the steps toward the subway, contemplating her proposal. “Ya know Pepps, those really aren’t my thing”.

Pepper groaned on the other end, “C’monnnn Y/N. I miss you, plus there’s free food drinks”.

You hesitated, you couldn’t pass up on both your sister and free food, but you were tired and the idea of laying in bed was sounding better and better as time ticked on.

“You can even bring your camera and take photos if you want”. She knew exactly which buttons to press.

“You said you this was uptown right? I can be there in 10 minutes.”

*Later that evening*

What you thought was going to be some A-list event with lots of opportunity to get a story, turned out to be a private board event for some financial company you’d never even heard of. And you hadn’t even seen Pepper yet. At least she was right about the champagne and the hors d'oeuvres.

After another hour of random applause and squirreling away mini quiche at the back of the room, you were ready to leave. You started packing your camera bag when you heard some rustling on the table behind you.

“Ya know all night I was looking for the waiter that had the spinach ones and low and behold, they were being hoarded back here.”

You turned around and your cheeks got hot. Not only did your mini stash just get raided, you also had to explain to your sister that’s how you met her boss.

Tony Stark stood in front of you in all of his tailored glory, pointing to the quiche as you just stared. You were trying to find the right words to respond but all you could muster was ‘You’re way more handsome in person’, and you definitely were NOT saying that.

“Well I’m taking the ‘standing and staring but not saying anything’ as code for these are free real estate, so thank you”.

You finally snapped mustered up the ability to think and finally responded “Yeah sorry, they’re all yours, I was actually heading out”.

“So soon? You mean to tell me the musing of a bunch of old geezers isn’t the hottest place to be on a Friday night?” Tony teased, popping a mini quiche in his mouth.

You laughed, “Please, this is way too cool for me. I just came here to meet my sister, but she never showed, you probably kept her pretty busy”

His jaw dropped, “No way! Potts is your sister? I didn’t know she had family around here”.

Tony grabbed the plate of quiche in one hand, extending his free one in your direction, “I’ll take you to her. On the way you can answer my questions,” he paused and looked you straight in the eye, and you could feel your back start to sweat “I have about 100”.

Tony led you towards the elevators and up to the top floor , the whole time he was actually asking you questions about Pepper, not realizing he was actually serious. You struggled to focus on answers as the heat from his hand was all you could think about.

“Ok ok last one, are you absolutely certain Pepper is was a human child at some point and was not a factory built android”

A voice shouted from down the hall “I heard that Tony!” and a yellow stress ball came flying right after. Pepper poked her head out from an office a few doors down to see Tony catch the ball that was headed for your face.

“C’mon Pepper, what happened to aim? We almost had a civilian casualty here.”, he teased.

The two of you made it to her office where she had been typing away at something. Tony moved his hand to the small of your back as he stepped out of the door way, letting you enter first.

“Pepps when will you be done? I thought I was coming to see you?” You approached her desk, hugging her shoulders from behind as she worked.

“We’ll thank Mr. Stark over there, someone just had to cancel appearances we had already agreed to months ago and now I’m sending out apology emails.”

“To be fair, those things are a total snooze fest. Case in point, the senior citizen meetup happening downstairs ”, Tony chimed from the corner.

“We’ll then I guess I will just head home, there’s not a single news worthy story down there I could present to my boss and not get laughed out of the room”. You gave Pepper one last hug, thanked Tony for walking you up and heads back towards the elevator.

Before you got halfway there you heard rapid footsteps coming up behind you. You turned and Tony was there.

“Hey Y/N let me make it up to you. I kinda feel a little bad you came all the way here and didn’t see your sister. Since she’s working, can I at least drive you home?” For once it was sincerity and not sarcasm in his tone.

“It’s not big deal, I’m only about 15 minutes away if I take the subway”. You clicked the ‘down’ button on the elevator.

Tony reached, lighting touching the back of your arm. Heat instantly rushed to your skin where his fingers were lingering.

“I’ll give you an exclusive. Stark Industries is about to make a pivot and I’ll let you drop the story. How’s that sound?”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. Breaking a story like that, would literally change the trajectory of your career.

You brain was rapid firing as you were trying to form sentences “What-wh-why would you do that for me?”

Tony grabbed the camera bag from your hand, walking into the elevator that just arrived “Well because your Potts sister, first of all” he held the door for you as you entered the tiny space. “And I can’t let such a beautiful girl like yourself walk home alone at night when my driver is just right downstairs”.

You opened your mouth to object but Tony cut you off, “I’m only giving that story if I can make sure you get home safely”.

And so of course you obliged. You climbed in the back seat of his car, cheeks red as your mind lingered on Tony’s comment. You’d always found him attractive, as most women probably did. But there was something about knowing that attraction was reciprocated. It gave you butterflies watching him slide into the adjacent seat.

“So, Y/N, where to?”

In the first 15 minutes of the drive, Tony upheld his end of the bargain. He let you photograph him a few times, and answered all of your questions fully in depth. But then Tony started asking you the questions. You obliged at first, thinking it would make him more comfortable to keep talking about Stark Industries. But after awhile it felt less like an interview and more like a conversation with an old friend. The topics getting more and more personal.

So much so that you didn’t realize you had already parked in front of you apartment building. And had been for the last 2 hours according to the time on your watch. You also didn’t notice how close he had gotten. Your thighs were flush against one another and you could see the flecks in his brown eyes.

Your throat was suddenly very dry and you barely squeaked out, “Well I guess I should head upstairs”.

“You sure you want to?” Tony’s eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t look away.

You definitely didn’t want to, but you felt like you should. However you made no effort to move, it felt like you were frozen in your seat. Tony never took his eyes off you and you gulped. The proximity and sudden silence was making it the car hot.

“You’re doing that ‘staring but not speaking’ thing again” he chuckled, “It’s cute”.

If it was even possible you cheeks got even hotter, “Sorry I’m just trying to think here”.

Tony smiled, “Well here’s another option since you don’t seem ready to go home,” he slid his hand into your, kissing the back of it, “We can get a drink, keep talking”.

Tony lent forward, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Your breath hitched as his free hand cupped the side of your face.

“How’s that sound?” You nose filled with the sweet smell of mint as he spoke.

Still at a loss for words, you did the only thing you could think of in that moment and kissed him.

You thought he would’ve pulled away, but he leant in even more. He removed his hand from your and placed it on the other side of your face.

You two sat this kissing for what felt like forever, but it was just until you ran out of air.

Tony still had his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles against the soft skin, “Well I’m just gonna take that as a yes”.

*5 Months Later*

You and Tony were sitting at the back booth of one of his favorite places in the city. The two of you had decided it was best for you and your career that the topic of your relationship stay private.

Your palms were sweaty and you kept fidgeting and Tony noticed. He placed his hands over yours, making you look at him.

His brown eyes were soft, not a lick of worry to be found.

“What if she hates me?” Your voice laced with worry.

“If there’s anyone to hate here it’s probably me.”

The last few month have been absolutely amazing and not just with Tony.

The article you wrote using your conversation on that night really impressed your boss. It ran front page that Sunday on both print and online. You were finally offered a full time position after a month of busting your ass to prove you had more to say.

Tony, of course had been so ecstatic. He cancelled all his appointments and took you on a week long vacation to Greece to celebrate your promotion. It was there you really got to see Anthony, not Tony Stark the billionaire. That sarcastic facade he puts up was just for protection. He was extremely caring and noticed the smallest of details.

Once you two got back into the real world, you thought things would change, that he would be too busy to see you. But somehow he always always made the effort. He always managed to treat you to a date night at least once a week, sometimes as much as your schedule would allow. He’d surprise you with giant bouquets of flowers at work, making everyone in the office jealous. Eyebrows always raised at who the secret admirer could be.

You tried to keep your thoughts positive as you sit in the familiar restaurant but stress creeped it’s way in.

“I don’t know Tony, maybe we shouldn’t tell her. I think you still might have time to run out the back”, your eyes scanning the room for any signs of her.

Tony laughed, a sound that always soothed you. You took a deep breath and realized you were being a little ridiculous.

Tony lent across the table, taking his hand from your and placed it on your chin, “Hey look at me, you got nothing to worry about”.

Just as you calmed down you spotted her enter the restaurant. You waved her toward you table and stood as she approached. You met her half way and wrapped your arms around her.

“Y/N!! It’s been so long! I’m so happy to finally see you. That new job has been keeping you busy it seems”, she squeezed you tight and you chuckled nervously.

“I know Pepps, it’s been crazy. Why don’t we sit and catch up. There is someone I want you to meet”.

Pepper glanced toward the table you got up from and eyed the brown haired man “Oh, you didn’t tell me there’d be a plus one”.

You arrived at the table and your back was sweating profusely.

“Hey Pepper” Tony stood and pulled her in a hug.

You expected to see surprise or concern on her face but it was the opposite. Pepper was smiling profusely and your anxiety turned to confusion.

“Well finally, god it took you long enough” she said as she slid into the booth.

“What do you mean”, your asked.

“You two are finally being honest. I’ve been waiting for this ‘big reveal’ for months” she explained.

Tony on the other side of the booth laughed, “Well cars out of the bag I guess”.

You still were confused, you two had been so careful. Never walked out together. Tony paid off any paparazzi that happened to get a photo of the two of you together. He even had Jarvis routinely scour the internet and purge any photos that might’ve leaked.

“What? You thought you were that discreet?”Pepper spoke, noticing you still looked confused she continued, “I make Tony’s schedules for Gods sake. How many months doe you think it takes of the two coincidentally being unavailable at the same time for me to put two and two together”.

“Plus Tony never his his flower receipts, I called and got the delivery address and knew that was your apartment building”, She said before taking a sip of water.

It now clicked for you, realizing you hadn’t been as discreet as you thought. And you just laughed, for a good 30 seconds before they other two joined you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You questioned your sister.

“I don’t know, seems like it was something you wanted to tell me in your own time, and it got Tony out of my hair” she laughed.

You nodded and the table fell silent.

Tony was the first to pipe up

“Now that we’ we gotten that over with, who’s hungry?”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #d writes #Tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #Tony stark blurb #tony stark fluff #mcu tony stark #MCU #marvel fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #Tony stark fanfic #asked and answered

[acemothafck3r]

Halloween Party: Shigaraki Tomura

Authors Note: my first time at actually posting stuff so don’t judge me too much please

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Word Count: 714

Warning(s): Mention of drinking(I guess)

Lights flashed and music blared as Tomura sat at the bar quietly. The league had not only made him dress up for this stupid holiday, but they dragged him out to some villains only Halloween party. The worst part? They left him alone as soon as they got there.

Tomura sighed as he sipped from his cold drink, actively avoiding placing all five of his fingers on the glass. Since the only people he knew ditched him he opted to just go get some nice cold juice and stay near the snack bar, avoiding the drunk villains who tried to talk to him as he went between the two areas.

Going for another sip, a person dressed in some kind of prison uniform costume sat next to him and asked the bartender for something fruity. Tomura was pretty annoyed by the person sitting next to him, he was enjoying sitting by himself. However he didn’t want to seem as rude and move so he just tried to ignore the [h/c] haired person.

Key word, tried.

“Hey. Name’s Y/n.”

Tomura hummed in acknowledgment, trying not to start a conversation and enjoy the loud music in peace.

“Not a talker? That’s alright, I’m not really either. Though unfortunately for both of us, my friend ditched me at this party and I don’t know anyone else so I gotta talk to random people.” Y/n explained to Tomura.

Tomura nodded silently. Same thing happened to him, so he sympathized with the person. However, having his sympathy would not make him willingly continue the conversation.

The bartender came back to give Y/n their freshly made drink and walked over to some other villain who came to order.

“Not going to lie, you look as miserable as I feel. I’m saying this after four, almost five, drinks. What’s your story?” Tomura sighed. Y/n seemed like they were going to be persistent on starting a conversation with the blue haired male.

“Same as you.” He replied dryly.

Y/n hummed as they took a sip of their own drink, a short “I see” was thrown before going for another sip.

After a few minutes of silence Tomura thought that Y/n had got the message and stopped trying to continue a conversation. That was what he thought but he was proven wrong once Y/n opened their mouth once again.

“So… what are you drinking?”

“Apple juice.” Y/n snorted at the answer.

“Seriously? What are you? Six?” Y/n muffled down a laugh with their hand.

Tomura snapped his head in their direction, hand shaking with a tight grip on his glass.

“There a problem?” He asked.

“No, no, there’s not. It’s just” they stopped to giggle mid sentence. “It’s just that this is a party, I’d figure you’d be drinking alcohol you know?”

Tomura hummed and turned back to face the bar, his pink ears on full display. Y/n laughed at the male’s reaction.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Y/n said, earning themselves a soft “whatever” from the blue haired villain.

After that it went quiet between the two, the only sound being the loud music and shouting villains in the background.

The [h/c] haired individual stood up and put some money on the counter of the bar, sliding over a piece of paper to Tomura.

“I’m gonna go find my friend and drag them back home, I had fun, Appleberry.” They said as they slipped into the crowd.

Tomura stared in the direction of where Y/n had left into the crowd before setting down his drink and picking the piece of paper up with three fingers.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX Call me! :)’

Tomura rolled his eyes and stuffed the tiny piece of paper in his pocket before he was jumped on from behind.

“C’monnnn Shiggyyyy! Time to go homeee!” Toga shouted into his ear.

Grunting Tomura shoved her off, placing money onto the bar and standing up before being grabbed by the hand and dragged off by a blue eyed male. Tomura allowed himself to be dragged out the part by the crazy blonde and the walking corpse all the way back to base, his mind occasionally wandering back to a certain [h/c] haired individual in a prison uniform.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x male reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #mha x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #x reader #x male reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #x gn reader #bnha x gn!reader

[shuyume]

kalrobin - unfinished/abandoned - 824 words

kalego teaches robin how to put on eyeliner. kind of

Kalego had agreed to lay down with Robin, on the condition that he didn’t get in his way while he read. Naturally, Robin tried his hardest to break that agreement within minutes. He had crawled onto Kalego’s chest, tucked his head into the crook of his neck, and curled his legs up. It was apparently not in-the-way enough for Kalego to move him, instead sighing heavily and slinging an arm over his waist so he could hold his book up higher.

An hour and a failed nap attempt later, Robin sat up. Kalego frowned at him, setting a hand on his back and shoving him back down.

“Hey!” Robin laughed, wrapping his arms around Kalego’s neck.

“I’m still reading.” Kalego grumbled.

“I want to do something.”

“Save it.”

“C’monnnn…” Robin whined, “I want you to show me how to put on eyeliner.”

That got Kalego to lower his book. “Why?”

“So many people do it!” Robin sat back up, grinning. “But I never have, I’m curious.”

“Like who?”

Robin paused, still smiling, but eyes blank. It was a minute before he spoke up. “Os?”

“Os? Orias is on a nickname basis with you?” Kalego smirked, setting his book down on the nightstand beside him.

“I’m on a nickname basis with him.”

“Right.” He sat up, patting Robin’s hip. “Get up.”

Robin scrambled off him, nearly falling off the edge of the bed as he stood up. “You’ll do it!? Really?” He grabbed Kalego’s arm, tugging on him as he stood up.

“Yes, stop that.” He shifted his arm out of Robin’s grip, “It’ll be fun to watch you humiliate yourself.” Robin was close behind as he walked into the bathroom, opening the drawer he kept most of his makeup in. He pulled out a small black jar and a tiny brush, nudging the drawer shut with his hip. Robin sat on the counter, kicking his legs.

“Isn’t it usually like… a marker?” He watched Kalego uncap the jar, swiping the brush across it.

“Sometimes.” Kalego stepped between Robin’s legs, cupping his chin and tilting his head up. “I’ll demonstrate for you.” Robin gave a half nod, closing his eyes and waiting. Kalego sighed, wiggling his chin. “Open your eyes.”

Robin blinked. “Why?”

“I’m sure you can figure that out.” He leaned forward, resting his pinkie on Robin’s cheek. His expression hardened, brows furrowed and mouth pulled into a thin line while he focused. He moved the brush towards Robin’s eyelid, and he instinctively flinched back. Kalego frowned. “Robin.”

Robin laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to.” He placed his chin in Kalego’s hand, staring up at him expectantly. Kalego set his hand back in place, lowering the brush to Robin’s eyelid. Robin was clearly making quite the effort to sit still, hands balled into fists in his lap and cheeks puffed as Kalego dragged the brush along the edge of his eyelid.

Kalego would be lying if he said it wasn’t cute. It wasn’t a word he would usually ascribe to him, but when Robin wasn’t going out of his way to be a pest he was rather endearing. Especially when he was visibly struggling.

“This can’t be that difficult.”

Robin was silent, until Kalego took his hand off his face. He exhaled heavily, leaning forward and smacking his forehead against Kalego’s chest. “It’s very difficult.”

“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen you sit in trees for hours.”

“Thats different!” He whined, raising his head and resting his chin on Kalego. “I have something to focus on when I’m sniping.”

“Figure it out.” Kalego pulled Robin off of him, pushing him to sit up straight.

“How long will it take?”

“Until it’s done.” Kalego put his hand back into place, Robin tensing beneath him as he tried to sit still. He fidgeted with his hands while Kalego worked, but kept mostly still. After a few minutes of purposefully fussing with the wing he took a step back, holding the brush out to Robin. Robin pouted at him, grabbing the brush and sliding off of the counter, turning around to stare at himself in the mirror.

“Ooooh…” He cooed, tilting his head to the side. “It’s cute!”

“It’s not meant to be cute.” Kalego set the jar on the counter next to him, Robin picking it up.

“Maybe you messed up then.” He slid the brush across the liner, picking up a bit more product before leaning closer to the mirror.

“I did not.” Kalego frowned, crossing his arms. He watched Robin stare at himself in the mirror, brush hovering over his eye. A moment later he turned around, brows furrowed.

“This is hard.” Robin spoke quietly. Kalego smiled, raising his eyebrows.

“Just give it a go.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing!” He whined, turning back to the mirror.

“Even after I gave you a demonstration?”

“Ohh…” Robin frowned, “I feel bad for your students.”

#kalrobin #arsène scrap box #ermmmmmmm #i write a lot. like a Lot. but finish nothing #im tired of letting it sit in my drafts im just gonna post scraps #its like uh. posting a sketch or something. Surely #writing copium #a sketch i did is actually based off this fic. i... think i posted it

[kodakorpse]

it just occurred to me that i literally just saw you on instagram idk when exactly but it was recent

anyway- may i request something for mc doing cove's hair, or anything related to it? have a good now, too! 🌊

okay hello gamers i can write again so i’m doin this frfr (sorry it took so long homie LMFAO)

shout out to this ask for breaking my no writing for 6 months streak :party:

no specific step, just as long as cove has long enough hair

not beta-ed or proof read (i wrote this in 20 minutes)

~*~

The night outside lay still as Cove and yourself sat in the living room of your home. A cheesy movie played in the background as the two of you chatted, occasionally breaking conversation to make fun of said movie.

“Dude, he’s such a fucking idiot, why would he willingly jump into that thing?” You asked incredulously, smacking your forehead with your hand with a sigh.

Cove snickered, shaking his head at your exasperation. His ponytail swayed side to side at the movement, which caught your eye.

“Hey Cove? Can I do with your hair?”

The random question made his eyes widen a bit, his hand automatically going up to his hair. “Uh, sure I guess?”

You smiled deviously, going to sit up on the couch from the floor where the both of you hand been previously sitting. Cove eyed you nervously at your immediate change in expression.

“Under the conditions that my hair stays the same length and colour as it started.”

You simply smiled with faux innocence, gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of you. “C’monnnn, sit downnn,” you encouraged. Cove folded under your stare, sighing and scooting to sit between your legs.

You tugged the hair elastic from his hair, watching as it fell from its confines. For a moment, you sat and just stared at the green, thinking about what you should do. You could be nice and just brush it. Orrrr… you could put it into Sailor Moon buns.

The second option was the obvious answer.

“Stay here, I’ll be back,” you stated, standing up and leaving the living area. You grabbed some bobby pins and elastics from your moms’ room, shoving them in your pockets.

When you re-entered the room, Cove was miraculously still sitting there and giving you an inquisitive look, head cocked to the side a bit. You pulled the small box of bobby pins from your pocket and shook it menacingly. “Weapons of choice.”

Cove groaned, which you decided was from excitement.

You sat back down as you scrolled back to the tutorial you remembered seeing a few days ago. After successfully fishing the video out of your camera roll you got to work.

You followed the tutorial closely, with complaints from Cove:

“You’re pulling my hair.”

“That’s how you get it to go where you want it.”

“Ow, those bobby pins hurt.”

“It’s so it stays!”

“How many bobby pins are you going to use? They’re jabbing into my head.”

“Shh.”

Finally, you finished, beaming at your hard work. You fumbled to take out your phone, opening the camera once it was safely in your hand. “I’m done! Look,” you exclaimed, handing Cove your phone.

He blinked at the screen a bit before turning his head to get a better view of the style his hair had been beaten into.

“Hey, that’s the way that one anime girl has her hair,” he pointed out, gently tugging at the ends of the hair that stuck out from the bun. You nodded happily. It was a lot less neat as your would have liked it, but it made the both of you laugh until Cove took the hair accessories out and returned it to his normal ponytail. Boo.

#our life beginnings & always #our life #cove holden #writing #cove holden x reader #hair braiding? hair styling? #they’re idiots #sailor moon too a little #i love long hair cove i should write more about him #my autocorrect keeps correcting cove to dove and it’s making me wanna die

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Just in case if requests are still accepted Christmas 🎄 one-shot with Futaba Sakura x Photographer Boyfriend! Reader

Wow not me doing this on Christmas too- Pls I decided to finally be productive. Anyways, merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates ^^ As always, requests are open!

Snow Days (Futaba x Photographer reader)

With the snow fluttering like the glistening stars in the sky, and the breeze making whirlwinds outside the house, Futaba Sakura and y/n stayed bundled up inside the Sakura residence. 

“Y-y/n g-go make me hot choco this instant! I command thee using my debug commands!” 

A soft chuckle left your lips as Futaba shooed you away. You knew that in less than two minutes of being away from the warm bundle the two of you created on the ground, Futaba would wiggle her way to you (blanket included). 

So there you were, making some sweet hot chocolate for the very demonic looking gremlin seated on the floor next to your feet. It almost looked like she was going to feast upon you should the hot chocolate take any longer to make. Still you knew it would never come to that because she would begin to wine over losing her player number 2 to her appetite. That thought alone left a smile on your face as you looked upwards to the frigid, yet serene, view of the snowy landscape that remained untouched outside. 

It was finally Christmas time and while the presents were already opened, with all the wrapping paper yet to be cleaned, the festivities had yet to begin. Sojiro had gone out to get the ingredients ready inorder to prepare a heartful meal for the three of you, so it was just you and Futaba left to hold down the fort until the fort master came back. 

While gazing out towards the bundles of snow outside, you thought of a fun way to pass the time. “Fu-chan, lets go out and build a snowman!” you exclaimed, excitement verberating in your tone. 

The moment you looked down at your feet, you noticed a missing bundle of cuteness. Your eyes scanned the area somewhat alarmed by Futaba’s sudden disappearance only to notice her fully decked out in winter gear, ready to jump into the snow. 

“C’monnnn, what’re you waiting for??” 

“Well, I was waiting for someone to drink the hot chocolate I made with my blood, sweat and tears-” 

“OH, I almost forgot, sorry ehe-”

And in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of you again, gulping down that hot chocolate at speeds that even sonic would be in awe with. All the while, you looked on at the sight with concern. ‘I hope she doesn't burn her insides-’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were an aspiring photographer. Actually, you met Futaba while taking pictures of the new Phoenix Ranger figurines at the annual con. 

She startled you of course. One moment she was bombarding you with questions, the next she hid behind someone you thought might be her brother. It was a really sweet moment, to you at least. It had been a while since you met someone who was so passionate about the show. That alone caused the two of you to meet occasionally to talk about the show. 

With the snowman sitting in the background and Futaba running about in the forefront, you grabbed your camera and began to take photos. This was an opportune moment for photography you figured, especially since your girlfriend looked best when freely enjoying herself. 

Alas, the moment she noticed you, a smirk befell her features and before you knew it, an attack was set off in your direction. The snowballs came towards you at rapid speeds and you jumped to take cover from the barrage. That was until you found your footing again and began your own attack. 

It wasn’t long before the war of snow had the two of you so exhuasted that Sojiro had to physically drag the both of you inside. Once again, the two of you were a bundle of warmth on the floor. Sojiro sighed at the sight, handing you two a hot coffee and curry. He felt like this was bound to happen and was very much ready to bring out the kotatsu’s to warm the two of you up after. 

After taking a few sips of the bitter coffee, you reached out towards your camera Sojiro so kindly placed on the table. As you began to scroll through your photos you realized you caught a few in the attack. A hearty laugh left your mouth as you saw the blurry photo. The moment you showed Futaba, the two of you were a laughing mess on the floor, hysterically clutching your stomachs to stop the laughter but the more one laughed, the other did too.

Soon Sojiro came back with the kotatsu, and the moment he noticed the two dying kids on the floor, another exhuasted sigh left his lips with a chuckle following it. 

“I swear sometimes…”

#futaba sakura x reader #futaba sakura #persona5 #persona 5 royal #xreader #malereader

[heaveaux]

I LOVE YOUR FICS SM !!! even if some of them are short they’re always awesome 🙌🙌🙌

hope you dont mind me requesting buttttt

i was thinking how about a frank iero x gn!reader smut were (y/n) comes home after a longggg day of work and catches frank ykkk playing w himself 🤭 then they just help him finish

(they/them prns , revenge era)

thank youuuu

Frank has a wank

You better appreciate this name ^ TYSM YOU DO BOT KNOW HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME <3333 I AM SHIT AT SMUT BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST AS ALWAYS :DDD I ADDED SOME FLUFF AT THE END ALSO BC IVTHOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE

frank iero x gn!reader

pronouns- they/them

summary- Y/n comes home from a long day of work to find their boyfriend Frank, having a wank

I FOUND THAT SO SORRY IM FUNNY WH

I SAID IT WRONG HUT ITS TOO FUNNY TO CORRECT

warnings- smut, swearing

1st person-

I opened the door and immediately heard moaning coming from upstairs. I hope he isn’t fucking cheating on me. I swear-

I walked into the bedroom and saw Frank sitting with his back against the headboard. He looked at me and looked away, embarrassed. ‘I-I- umm I’m sorry- I’ll leave now!’ I walked back out the door, into the living room. Shit, I was horny now.

A few seconds later, Frank came (haha) into the living room, still completely naked. ‘Can you- Can you help me please?’ Frank stood in front of me, covering his dick.

I nodded hesitantly, not that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t imagine my day to be going like this. Not a bad thing though. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I suddenly felt confident and pushed him onto the bed, throwing my jacket onto the floor and making out with him, he kissed back and I pulled his greasy black hair.

He flipped us over so he was on top and took off my clothes. He began to grind on me, obviously wanting me to help him already. ‘C’monnnn, please just help already’ he said to me impatiently. I flipped him back over and got up to grab the lube, I put some of it on my hand and slid my hand up and down his probably average sized dick. I sped up and Frank whimpered under my touch.

I heard him muttering curses in between moans and started to kiss the inside of his thighs along the lines of his tattoos. I licked up his dick slowly and put my mouth over it, lowering down while looking him in his eyes. This went on for a few minutes until he got up.

‘It’s your turn now’ he whispered into my ear before biting my neck harshly and leaving hickeys across my neck and chest…. (I would write more but it’s gn reader and I can’t think of how to word it all rn 😭).

I looked outside at the night sky, wow we’d been doing this for a while. Frank got out the shower and jumped into bed with me. ‘Hey, is that my shirt? Why are you always in my clothes, you have your own!’ Frank hugged me.

‘Because you can’t do anything about it’ I turned to look at him, our noses were almost touching. ‘Because you know I look sexy in your clothes’ I winked at him.

We both led down looking at the ceiling and (I’M EATING A KITKAT AND IT TASTES LIKE CUCUMBER WTF) I started tracing his tattoos and then he turned to kiss me. He bit my bottom lip, hard, and I licked his face, because it hurt. ‘EWWW’

‘you let the dogs do it, why can’t I huh? Do you love the dogs more that me???’

‘Noooo but it’s different when a dog does it’

‘Don’t they have spiked tongues, also, mine’s bigger’ I winked and moved down to bury my face in his chest.

‘Please don’t lick me again!’

WHY ARE ALL MY FANFICS SO SHORT, THIS HAS TAKEN LIKE AN HOUR TO WRITE, HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS-

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