#again I'm starting to gush i will quiet now but oh they just.

[starpros-sunshine]

I still think the more I think about it that sanctuary at it's core is a perfectly understandable reaction on Eichis part I mean have you read blackbird imagine being Eichi and experiencing that. I would also go insane if the guy that's stuck with me through weal and woe — who's been a main motivation for me to keep on living by being kind of the reason I fell in love with idols in the first place which is a fact about me that proceeded to shape the narrative at it's very core and who I'm so close to it makes other people uncomfortable sometimes, yet I feel like I don't know him at all and like there's this chasm between us still — just disappeared without any notice for a few days at least and then I find out he's hypnotized himself to play around with some boring kid from his theater circle because he wasn't able to do that as a child. Shakes you there are so many layers to the Sanctuary thing when you think about it of course Eichi was being eaten up by jealousy I would be too for god's sake imagine thinking you're getting closer to someone and then they pull a stunt like that. Why would he rather toy around with this boring weirdo who doesn't even know him like Eichi does that should've been Eichi stuck in that construction area with Wataru not Tomoya! It's only logical because Tomoya hasn't been through what they've been through together. And Eichi is petty and a menace and I still think it was overly dramatic and a tad bit of an asshole move to just leave Tomoya there because he was angry with him while Tomoya was just some guy roped into this without his will or knowledge but I get it. In a way I understand it. I think it's over the top but what is Eichi Tenshouin if not over the top and a little (or very) dumb sometimes and you know what they say about how love makes blind yeah I think that also applies to common sense there.

#See sanctuary was actually so good for Wataei because they communicated properly for once in their fucking life #the helicopter talk I mean where Eichi was sulking and Wataru reassured him that he still loved him very much <- liberally stated #very liberally stated #the road to getting there was long but hey they talked #which is nice #and I think it also speaks for Wataru that he also didn't even mind that they just flew off without Tomoya #poor Tomoya was literally the biggest loser in that situation #not a single win counted on his side #he lost that war #Wataei are so perfect for each other have you ever seen two people more perfect for each other #again I'm starting to gush i will quiet now but oh they just. #giggling and kicking my legs they are so. waugh <333 #wataei #a little disclaimer btw it could very well be that I'm a tad delusional about this because of my bias towards them so. #always take things I say with a grain of salt it pains me so to speak these words but I am not necessarily a reliable source

[satoruxx]

SWEET SNACKS.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader | 2.3k words

✧ SUMMARY: tooth rotting fluff, meet cute, battles with inanimate objects, reader's got exams bc i have exams, satoru's whipped af (as usual), sorry i love writing him as a simp, reader is also whipped bc this is gojo satoru, bonding over snacks !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: if you saw me tryna post this yesterday no you didn’t. this was supposed to be a quick drabble oops. but it's finals week so i'm offering this piece of fluff to maintain sanity and gush over the meet cute i will never have. if y’all are also dealing with finals, i'm wishing you the best !!

satoru strolls down the bustling streets with a quiet hum, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets to keep them away from the bite of the cold breeze. his boots crunch against the thin layer of melting ice that has formed overnight, now warming under the cold afternoon sun that coyly hides behind gray clouds.

honestly, he wasn't the biggest fan of weather like this, and he wouldn't have stepped out on any other day. but one meeting with the higher ups had his mood souring, and shoko had suggested he take a walk, maybe grab something to eat.

he knew better than to argue with her, especially since she could somehow read him better than most people could—scary.

so here he was, trudging down the streets of tokyo with his hat pulled over his ears, cheeks pink from the frosty air as it dances across his skin. despite the weather, satoru thinks there's something oddly peaceful about the city, the quiet chatter and sounds of boots scuffing against pavement as he turns a corner to head to the nearby vending machines he's frequented so many times.

the peace is broken by an annoyed grunt, and satoru looks up.

"are you serious?" another irritated groan. "of all the days…"

he takes in the scene with interest.

even with all the anger that he's not quite understanding, he thinks you're so undeniably pretty—puffy jacket hugging your body and the warm scarf resting around your neck. your brows are furrowed, exasperation tugging your features into expressions that shouldn't look so endearing.

you groan again, slamming your curled fist against the glass of the vending machine—frustration ticks at your brow.

and why wouldn't it?

nothing was going your way today. it had already started off badly, the atmosphere filled with gloom that made it impossible to want to leave bed. but you had to force yourself to miserably extract your body from the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows that urged you back with a siren's call—a promise of comfort that looked all too enticing.

and then, when you finally did manage to drag yourself to the library to sit down and study, nothing was sticking. you read through paragraphs over and over until your head was spinning, dizzy with information that wouldn't absorb, and that fact is nothing if not disheartening. the impending quickness with which your final exams were approaching made you feel even sicker, so you decided to take a twenty minute break to grab a drink from the nearby vending machines.

but of course, even that couldn't just work out.

satoru watches you stand in front of the machine with a glare, before you're shoving your weight against it, huffing as it remains in place and hoping that at least one of your efforts will prove to be fruitful. he's talking before he can help himself.

"hey, you need some help?"

you turn to face the owner of the voice, finding cerulean eyes behind black shades that so directly contrast the white of his snowy hair. he's tall—abnormally so as he peers down at you with curiosity and a bit of mirth.

you think you've never seen a man so handsome in your life.

then you remember he's asked you a question, and you attempt to swallow down the unnecessary nerves that have taken root in the pit of your stomach. "oh, my uh…my drink got stuck," you reply somewhat lamely, cheeks heating up under his gaze as you think about how utterly ridiculous you must've looked to passersby.

satoru's eyes travel from your face to the machine, noticing the way your drink of choice is stuck in a frozen free fall against the glass and the rack. he sighs in exasperation. "tried hitting it?" he asks, walking closer to stand next to you and take a closer look, even though he knows the answer already.

you're not sure what it is, but this man exudes a certain energy—confidence that leaks through his very skin. it makes you feel like you have no right to be standing this close to him, but all he does is smile at you patiently, waiting for an answer.

so you nod, brows ticking again as the dull throbbing in your fist reminds you of how you had lost the battle with the greedy machine. "yeah, i've been hitting it for the last ten minutes. didn't budge," you sigh, checking your phone to see that there are only a little over five minutes remaining for your quick break. "what a waste of time and money."

satoru watches you shrug helplessly, smiling up at him. "oh well—"

he takes two long strides until he stands right in front of the machine, grips the edges, and shakes it hard.

satoru can feel you gape at him, at the unfiltered display of strength, and the unbothered expression on his face that tells you it didn't faze him. you hadn't been able to move the machine even an inch.

his powerful movements earn you a tell tale thunk, and your heart leaps in excitement as he bends down to push his hand through the slot and pull out your drink. he returns to his full height, an easy smile on his face as he turns around and hands it to you.

"thank you." your voice comes out breathless, a weird kind of excitement thrumming through your veins because it feels like you aren't supposed to know this man.

satoru's smile stretches further when your fingers graze his, taking the drink and popping it open eagerly. he watches you take a sip, oddly pleased with himself at the sheer joy on your face. he doesn't quite understand why this drink looks like it's made your day, but he doesn't ask because you look so sweet drinking it.

"how did you do that anyway?" you ask after you drink a little, curiosity so obvious in your tone. "i tried so hard to move it and it didn't budge at all."

satoru smothers a smile, fighting back the urge to say something stupid. instead he grins, cheeks warming a little under your eager stare. "guess i'm just strong."

you make a face, raising a brow with a playfully disbelieving expression as you cross your arms—to which satoru just laughs. "what's your name?" he asks.

you purse your lips, hiding a smile as you tuck your nose behind your scarf. you give him your name, almost shyly, and satoru tests it on his tongue. he decides he likes the flow, cocking his head as he replies with his own.

"satoru."

for once, the pressure of his last name doesn't permeate the air, and he's all too grateful for it. he turns around to approach the machine again, and he can feel your somewhat confused gaze on his back.

you watch as he stands there for a good minute, his back to you as he ponders the choices in the vending machine like they'll lead to life or death. then he shoves in a bill and clicks a few buttons, and within a couple of seconds, you hear the thud of two things falling.

he remains facing away from you for a few more seconds and then turns around, and you see that he's bought a chocolate bar and the same drink that you have in your hands. you raise a brow.

"well you did almost just lose your life trying to fight a vending machine for it," he says, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "figured it'd be good to try."

you sputter over your words, embarrassment crawling up your neck, but satoru laughs good-naturedly. his eyes shine with mirth as his shoulders relax. "i'm kidding." he stresses, smiling into the collar of his jacket. "but it does look good so…"

he opens the drink and takes a sip, eyes squeezing shut dramatically as he hums at the sweet flavors washing over his tongue. you suddenly feel like getting revenge for his unfiltered teasing.

"well?" you hum cheekily, taking a sip of your own and raising a playful brow. "taste good?"

satoru laughs—a full, pristine sound that makes him throw his head back. "yeah," he agrees easily, feeling oddly fond of the way your voice curls around your words. "it's sweet, i like it. you've got great taste."

somehow the words of this man you've met not five minutes ago cause the muscles of your heart to trip over themselves. you watch him peel open the candy bar, a brand that's unfamiliar to you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, unsure of where the confidence to speak up is coming from. a man like satoru—so unflinchingly ethereal—would normally have your lips zipping and throat muted.

he holds up the bar with a grin. "my favorite."

there's a pause, followed by your sheepish smile, and satoru gapes at you, cerulean widening so clearly behind a backdrop of white. he takes in your innocently confused expression and his ribcage shakes with thuds. "what, you've never tried it?!"

before you can even shake your head no, he's breaking off a piece and handing it to you.

"no, oh my goodness, it's yours—"

"take it." he pushes his hand closer to you, eyes staring imploringly, and you sigh, reaching up to take the piece from between his fingers. a graze of skin—he's warm.

"thank you." you slip the piece past your lips, not at all surprised by its sweetness and yet a little taken aback by its underlying comfort—a rush of warmth.

"good." you're nodding, smiling between chews as satoru's stomach flips. "really good."

he chuckles, all too triumphant for something so menial. "told ya."

you laugh, a quiet subdued sound that satoru wishes he could hear more of. "thanks for getting my drink out," you say. "i really needed it today."

"oh yeah?" he finds himself asking. "how come?"

you sigh, smile dropping as a bit of fatigue makes itself comfortable on your face. "ah well, i've got final exams this week. i've been studying like crazy. nothing's really sticking, and the closer i get to the exams, the more annoyed and stressed i get."

satoru hums, not envying you for a minute.

"so it kinda felt like a kick in the butt from the universe when the drink decided to not just…"

he laughs again, taking another piece of chocolate and chewing on it soundlessly. "i gotcha."

you grin, curling your fingers around each other to diffuse some warmth back into them. "yeah."

there's a silence that follows—not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. you take quiet sips of your drink, and satoru breaks off little pieces of the chocolate bar to chew on. his eyes linger on you, watching the way your lips curl around the bottle, the way your fingers rub against each other, the way the cold has settled into your nose and cheeks and made a home amongst your skin.

when you look up at him, he looks away, throat oddly parched. his fingers flex.

"here, the rest is for you," he says, pushing the half finished candy bar into your hands.

you shake your head immediately. "no way! you paid for it! besides isn't this your favorite snack?"

satoru shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin that looks too happy. "you liked it, didn't you?"

you nod, slowly, like you're confused at what he's getting at. "well then, enjoy the rest of it. i buy them all the time—i don't mind sharing this one."

you can't help the soft smile that graces your lips, looking up at him with an odd sense of gratitude and surprise—touched that someone could be so casually kind.

"then thank you," you laugh quietly, eyes fluttering against the gust of cool wind that tickles your skin. "i'll enjoy it."

satoru grins, uncharacteristically pleased—he won't ever admit it, but he's glad shoko told him to take a walk. he'll have to thank her when he gets back.

he clears his throat, offering you a small wave as he turns on his heel to head back to the school. "well then, see you around. good luck with your studies, yeah?"

you smile with a gentle nod, oddly rejuvenated after seeing bright blue eyes and snowy hair. "thank you."

and then he's disappeared into the crowds. you laugh to yourself quietly, looking down at your drink and the half-eaten candy bar nestled between your fingers. a part of you feels strangely forlorn, wishing that you had the guts or confidence to talk to him a little longer—ask a little more.

but you've never been good at that, so even just this small happiness you'll take in stride. you grin to yourself, shoving the drink into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

you begin walking back to the library, fingers breaking off pieces of the chocolate and savoring the sweetness on your tongue. somehow you didn't expect a man with such an imposing presence to enjoy simple sweet things like this, but that just makes you all the more fond of him.

by the time you've reached the entrance of the library, you're shoving the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, sighing as the doors of reality swing open once more. the meager slice of giddiness that enveloped your very being dissolves, and all the reminders of what's left to do come back to suffocate you.

you bite back a groan, about to throw the empty wrapper in the trash when something catches your eye. you double-take, peering down at it with wide eyes and rapidly heating skin. there are a set of numbers scrawled there, along with a haphazardly written message:

in case you need someone to fight another vending machine for you -satoru <3

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru headcanons #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you

[w2sology]

morning scrunches, harry lewis.

summary: mornings with harry and baby bog

warnings: girldad!harry, cuteness overload!!!

waking up besides harry had quickly become one of your favourite things ever since the two of you began dating. his face being the first that you saw everyday was just so refreshing and bought you so much comfort.

today was no different, your hand naturally coming up to caress the side of your boyfriend's face as he slept peacefully. before you'd gone to bed, your head was on harry's chest but now, it seems the roles had reversed and harry's head was now on your chest, his arms wrapped securely around your body.

turning to the bedside table on your side, you checked the baby monitor, seeing your baby girl was still asleep.

using that as an excuse for a couple more minutes of cuddles, you inched closer to harry, feeling him readjust his head on your chest.

a few moments after, you heard harry groan, waking himself up after a good night's sleep. and like he did every morning, he searched for you, smiling through tired eyes once he found your beautiful face.

"morning, love," he rasped, kissing your cheek.

"morning, babe."

now that harry was up, you checked the baby monitor again, seeing your little sleeping beauty was wide awake, just feeling rather quiet this morning.

"d'you want me to go get her?" harry asked.

"no, it's alright, i'll get her."

the two of you often took it in turns to do the morning shifts, as you called them. one of you would tend to your baby and settle her down or get her ready for the day, whilst the other got to breakfast and making sure the rest of you were ready for the day.

walking to the nursery, you outwardly awed at the sight of your little bundle of joy, picking her out of her cot. the newborn scrunch was something you absolutely adored and would definitely miss as she got older.

"hello, my precious girl!" you cooed as she smiled a gummy smile, reaching for your face as you held her near you. "let's go say morning to daddy, hm?"

the first time you say harry interact with your daughter, you almost gave him another. he was such a natural with babies, people were surprised to find out he head a mild feat of them.

walking back to your bedroom, you saw harry had moved positions, his body now sat up against the headboard as the sheets rested around his waist, exposing his naked upper body.

he put his phone down as soon as he saw you and your daughter walk into the room, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt.

"look who's awake," he gushed as you handed her over to him, sitting right besides him. resting your chin on harry's shoulder, you watched how he interacted with your daughter, your heart swelling at the sight.

he kissed both her cheeks, watching as she squirmed and smiled at her dad's touch, her small hand holding his finger, grasping so tight as if it was all she knew.

"i'm gonna get started on breakfast," you spoke softly to harry, leaving as he nodded and kissed your forehead.

it was actually his turn to make breakfast, but seeing how occupied he was with your little girl, you were sure you could manage another day of making breakfast.

meanwhile, harry spent that time talking to baby girl about everything and nothing, things he did with her uncles lately, how big olive was getting and the playdates that they'd be able to have soon, things he'd seen that reminded him of her mother, how beautiful her mother was... literally rambling to an 8 week old about whatever came to his mind.

"did you know i actually wanted to call you bog? yeah, your mum put a straight end to that dream. you'll still be mini bog to me though," you heard as you came back into the room, laughing to yourself at the almost name of your baby girl.

"breakfast's ready," you mumbled against harry's skin as you kissed his cheek, giving your daughter one too. "oh look, you changed her! she's so adorable, i might cry."

"oh, please don't, you'll set her off again." harry rolled his eyes as you nudged him.

the next few moments were filled with a comfortable silence as your baby glanced between her parents, a serene look on her face.

"can you believe we made her?" you sighed.

"i can believe it, yes, because that's what happens when two people───"

"harry! gosh, i'm trying to be sentimental here." you groaned at his inability to be serious.

he laughed in response to your reaction, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as his other arm was being used to hold the tiny human. "i'm joking, i promise. but i get what you mean. like we're actually parents."

"still feels unreal."

"mhm. but," he said, facing you. "i wouldn't change it for the world."

humming at his words, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, a hand on his cheek as you stared at him lovingly. "me neither."

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen #sidemen x reader #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw imagines #harry lewis #harry lewis x reader

[naivegh0ul]

i had a vision of cockwarming ghost while he's in a meeting and had to write it

(warnings: smut, fem reader, cockwarming, exhibitionism, degradation, choking, public sex, rough sex, PiV)

(word count: 1,111)

You don't exactly remember how you got here, snuggled up on Ghost's lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his cock plunged deep inside you.

You can hear the team talking, something about an illegal arms deal, but you're not really listening, your mind too fuzzy to pay attention. A sigh escapes your lips as you sit still and rest your head on Ghost's shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate as he talks.

After a while of this, sitting on Ghost's lap as he and the team talk business, you find yourself getting a bit restless. You squirm just a little, hips wiggling as you scoot forward on Ghost's lap.

Ghost's cock jostles inside you as you move around, his tip bumping into your sweet spot and making you whine. Ghost's voice hitches slightly but he continues, choosing to simply ignore you.

You pout at this and tilt your head upwards, looking up at Ghost with a needy expression. "What?" He grunts, looking back at you annoyedly. "You want my attention? Is that it?" Ghost asks.

Nodding your head, you hear Ghost let out a sigh and he plants his hands on your hips. Suddenly, he raises you up, leaving only the tip inside before he slams you back down harshly, his thighs slapping against yours.

You cry out from the sudden mix of pain and pleasure, your cunt tightening and gushing slick all over his shaft. "Oh, is this too much for you, baby?" Ghost asks meanly as he continues to raise you up off his cock and drop you back down, his tip kissing your cervix painfully as his broad hands dig into the meat of your hips.

"That's too bad. I'm busy, so either take what I give you or you don't get anything at all." He sighs, turning his attention away from you as he listens to the Captain, leaning back in his seat and giving his opinion as if you're not even there.

You try to keep quiet so as to not disturb the men any more than you already have but it's hard. Ghost's cock is filling you to the brim, making you release little, breathy moans, and the lewd squelching of your cunt can be heard any time there's a lull in conversation.

It's embarrassing and you can't help but whimper, your eyes wet and teary as "uhn"s and "ah"s escape your mouth . "Ghost..." You mewl, hands clawing at Ghost's shoulders as you shudder and tighten around him.

"Quiet, sweetheart. The men are talking." Ghost shushes you with a hand over your mouth. You just have to sit there and take it, thighs sticky with your juices and your body limp as Ghost uses you like a toy, blatantly ignoring you.

It doesn't take much for that familiar coil to curl in your gut, for the heat to build and make your moans become louder, although slightly muffled from Ghost's hand over your mouth. Ghost is only using one hand to pick you up now, making it more of him lifting you up slightly and grinding into you.

You attempt to warn Ghost of your impending orgasm by tightening around him and reaching up to remove his hand from your face. "Shut up." Ghost hisses as you pry his hand off of your mouth and whine up at him, your words jumbled as you pant and moan.

"But- I'm gonna- I... I..." You stutter out. Ghost seems to snap, standing up out of his chair and bringing you with him, still buried deep inside you.

"You can't follow simple fucking orders, can you? I tell you to be quiet and you think that means 'be louder'." He growls as he swipes papers off the table, letting them flutter to the floor as he drops you on to the wood.

His hands wrap around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you choke, your legs kicking as your brain goes fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. Ghost's hips pull back and thrust forward at a brutal pace as he starts to fuck you again, his balls slapping against your ass as the meeting table rocks from the force of his thrusts.

"You're gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up, isn't that right?" Ghost says as he releases his grip on your throat for a moment, watching as you suck in a big breath of air and cough, your pussy tightening around him with each sputter.

"Yeah- ngh, yes. Yes, sir." You nod your head obediently, not entirely sure what you just agreed to but happy to agree nonetheless. You lay there helplessly as Ghost thrusts into you harshly and your tits bounce, your hands coming up to tug on your sensitive nipples as Ghost ruins you.

"You're not even fucking listening, are you?" Ghost chuckles as he sees the cockdrunk, delirious look in your eyes. He doubles down on his efforts at that revelation, determined to fuck you stupid.

"Uh-uh." You shake your head from side to side with a cheeky smile on your face, giggling mindlessly. Your silly laughs trail off into loud moans as Ghost tilts his hips upwards slightly, hitting your cervix with terrifying precision.

"That's what I thought. Just a stupid slut with an eager pussy." Ghost hooks your legs over his shoulders as he speaks and wraps his hands around your throat once more.

Soon enough, that same heat is returning. Your thighs shake as you look up at Ghost with wide eyes, lips parted as choked moans escape and overwhelmed tears spill down your face.

Ghost removes one hand from your throat, keeping the other wrapped firmly around the column of your neck and he rubs your clit with his thumb quickly, drawing tight circles on the sensitive bud.

Your back arches at the sudden stimulation, hands slapping down onto the table as you struggle to find purchase on something, anything. You don't get time to consider more options before you're cumming, cunt clenching as you cream on Ghost's cock.

Ghost growls out a low, "Fuck." before he's spilling inside you, staining your insides with his release. He pants over you, catching his breath as you lay lifelessly on the table, thighs twitching slightly and your eyes shut in pure bliss.

"So that's what it takes to shut you up, huh? A quick fuck and some guy's load? Whore." Ghost picks you up off the table, carefully lifting up your sore and sweaty body as he sits back down in his chair, keeping his soft cock inside you for the time being.

"Sorry about that, lads. Continue." Ghost grunts, getting right back to business.

#fem reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost smut #trying a new formatting thing #i think it looks good #tell me what you think tho #i need feedback

[lousypotatoes]

I'm Laughin' The Clouds

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Present....

The room was deathly quiet for a few moments.

Then all of a sudden, Alastor picked Y/N up and spun her around.

"Oh my stars!" he said, putting her down. "It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear!"

"Oh Alastor," she gushed. "I never thought I would see you again."

"As did I!"

"Woah hold the fuck on," Husk blurted out. "How do ya'll know each other?"

"They're both Overlords, obviously," Vaggie said.

"Not all Overlords know each other by name," Y/N explained. "We knew each other when we were alive."

"How did a sweetheart like you end up in Hell?" Alastor asked.

"That's a story for another time," she waved it off. "I could ask the same thing about you, Al."

Everyone else in the Hotel stayed in a stunned silence, watching Alastor and Y/N interact.

"Alas, I'd love to stay and catch up more," Alastor said, twirling his cane around. "But unfortunately, I have some work to do regarding the Hotel. Perhaps we can chat later?"

"I look forward to it,"

"Splendid!" Alastor exclaimed, taking Y/N's hand and kissing her knuckles. "Until then, my dear."

Alastor then melted into the shadows.

She stood there, blushing at the contact they had.

"Sooo, Y/N and Smiles, getting it onnn~" Angel said, thrusting the air.

"You are so gross, Angel," Vaggie said, rubbing her forehead.

"This is so cool!" Charlie exclaimed, clapping. "I didn't know Alastor had any other friends!"

"Yeah," she said awkwardly. "Um- can you show me to my room now Char-"

"Don't try to change the subject baby," Angel interrupted. "I wanna know how exactly you two know each other~"

"Hey, If Y/N doesn't wanna tell us, that's perfectly fine," Charlie said, grabbing onto Y/N's shoulders. "C'mon Y/N, I'll show you to your room."

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The room was small but cozy. Snapping her fingers, all of her furniture, plus her dog, appeared in the room, everything all set up.

Your dog woke up, curious to where she was, she started barking.

"Calm down Honey," Y/N said, stroking her head. "We'll be stayin' here for a while."

Y/N sat down on her bed, thinking about the day's events.

What did Alastor do to get sent down to Hell? He was the sweetest man when they were alive, she was devasted when she got the call that Alastor had been shot by a hunter.

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It had been a few days since Y/N had arrived at the hotel. She had barely seen Alastor around. She was wondering if he wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him. Charlie and Y/N both decided that she would be the assistant facility manger, the assistant to Alastor.

"Sorry ma'am but I only kill people in Hell," she said into the phone, pacing her room.

"How do you even kill down here?" the person asked. "You do know that Sinners can respawn right?"

"Yes ma'am, I know Sinners can respawn," she said, getting annoyed. "That's why I use angelic weapons."

"Why don't you kill you on Earth?"

"Are you stupid or retarded?" she said, starting to get mad. "Sinners can't travel to Earth. But I can recommend you to some friends of mine who can actually travel to Earth."

"But you're an Overlord, how come you can't travel to Earth?"

"Lady, I swear to fuckin' god, just shut the fuck up," she snarled into the phone.

"You don't have the right to talk to me like that!" the lady on the side of the phone screamed.

"Do you know who I am?!" Y/N growled, her wings unfurling and her claws coming out. "I'm goin' to find you, and when I do, I'm gonna gut you like a pig and eat your organs while you're still alive."

Suddenly, there was knock at the door.

"Come in," she said, as calmly she could, quickly hanging up the phone and retracting her wings and claws.

The door opened and Alastor stepped into the room.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked, his smile widening when he saw her. "I heard quite the commotion in here."

"Yes, I'm fine," Y/N said, attempting to calm herself down. "Is there somethin' I could help you with?"

"Seeing as you're my assistant," he began. "I need you to help me create a commercial."

"Oh yeah, of course," she said. "When?"

"Right now,"

"Oh well um," she stuttered. "I was kind of in the middle of somethin' before you came in here."

"Oh yes," Alastor said, bending down, so that their faces were inches apart. "I believe your exact words were 'gut you like a pig and eat your organs.'"

"You were listenin' to my conversation?" she huffed, blush creeping on her face.

"It's hard not to when you're screaming, dear." he said, chuckling.

"Fine," she muttered.

"Splendid!" he said, straightening up. "This will give us the perfect opportunity to catch up!"

"Can't wait," she said, as the two of them walked out of her room.

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"Where exactly are we goin'?" she asked as they walked around Pentagram City.

"We're looking for the perfect place to shoot our first scene," he said. "Now tell me, dear, how in the world did someone like you end up down here?"

"I uh-" she said, trying to look for the words. "People hired me to kill for them,"

Alastor's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah," she laughed awkwardly. "Remember when the mayor got shot in the head at the openin' of that new hospital?"

"That was you?"

She sheepishly nodded "Yup,"

"You caused quite the scandal, Y/N," Alastor complimented. "I'm impressed.

"Why thank you," she grinned. "Why are you down here, Al?"

"Same as you," he said simply. "Only I didn't kill people for money,"

"You hid that fact really well, then" she giggled.

"I could say the same for you, darling,"

"Oh look!" she said, pointing at a bunch of demons fighting. "We could shoot over there,"

"That's perfect!" Alastor said. "You have really good eyes, my dear,"

"That's part of being a falcon demon," she laughed.

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After getting the camera shot, the two of them headed back to the hotel.

"I'm not used to walkin' places," she said, stretching out her wings. "I'm so used to flyin' everywhere."

"I can tell," Alastor laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean, Al?" she laughed, hitting his arm.

"Nothing, nothing," Alastor chuckled.

"Still full of mysteries, I see,"

"Oh, you have have no idea, darling,"

"If I may," she began, "Where were you those seven years?"

"Like you said earlier dear, that's a story for another time,"

"How much more footage do we need?" she asked as they made their way up the hill that led to the Hotel.

"Not too much more," he said. "Just some shots of the Hotel."

"Hey, after we finish shootin' for the commercial," she said, blushing, her wings fluttering behind her. "Do you maybe wanna maybe get a drink and talk more?"

"It would be my pleasure, dear,"

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sorry that this one is longer than the other ones, I got too carried away with the writing.

i wonder what it would be like to be an Overlord.

remember to stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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★★★600 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Tag list: @inlovewithgreta

Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Smut, praise, mommy kink, sexual themes

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.7k

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You groaned in frustration as you laid down on the comfy bed of the hotel you were in, your eyes pricking with tears as you looked around the room. You had gone to Boston for a conference for English teachers that were also authors in order to learn more on how to explain the process of writing to our students, and you desperately missed your girlfriend.

It has only been 4 days, but you and Melissa hadn't had intimate time or even just quality time with just the two of you for weeks thanks to each of your own busy schedules, and you hadn't even masterbated for that time period.

'...I know she said not to touch myself while I was gone but...I don't know if I can handle his anymore...!' You thought, sliding your hand down into panties and beginning to tease your folds with two of your fingers.

But before you could even start to get off to the thought of your girlfriend, your phone began to rang,

"Ugh...!" You groaned, grabbing your phone with your other hand and answering the call without looking at the caller ID. "What the hell do you want? I'm not interested in what you're selling and I'm a part of the church of Satan," You said with an annoyed tone,

"Wanna try that again hon?" You heard your girlfriend's voice say with an understanding chuckle, causing shiver to sent down your spine.

"Mel!" You beamed, your voice changing to a more cheerful tone as you began to toy with the spongy insides of your wet hole. "I thought you'd be busy grading now that Ashley left!"

Melissa smiled in response, undoing her beautiful red locks from her ponytail and sitting herself onto her own bed.

"I finished already, they had an assembly today so I got everything done," She replied, looking down at her milky skin that was covered by her fluffy grey robe.

"Oh that's great!" You smiled, moving your pointer finger to your clit, causing a small whimper to escape your lips.

Melissa raised an eyebrow at your whimper, but brushed it off as just a phone glitch.

"Yeah, so how's the conference going pretty girl?" The red head asked, "Did you get to present your shirt stories like they said you would?"

You gush at how much she pays attention, blushing even more at the nicknames.

"It's going good, I miss you way too much though..." You replied, sighing as you removed your hand from your soaking pussy and grabbing your vibrator that you secretly brought, hoping to get off to your girlfriend's voice.

"I miss you too hon, but just a few more days and you'll be home and it'll be a three day weekend, so we can be together then," The older woman replied, biting her lip in slight frustration as she started to hear slight buzzing.

"Yeah, I guess Janine is right this time on looking for a bright side," You chuckle, a slight moan escaping your lips as you place the toy onto the entrance of your wet hole.

Melissa smiles, somehow not getting what you're doing.

"So did you get to do that presentation?" She asked, taking off the fabric that covered her body as she began to change into some silk pajamas you got her for Christmas.

"Mhm! I was really happy with it, they said that my writings were so well composed!!" You smiled, your eyes rolling slightly back into your head as you turn your vibrator up really high.

"That's amazing Amore! I'm so proud of you, I knew your writings would impress everyone!" Melissa replied, to which you only reply with a quiet moan

Now Melissa knew was going on.

"Oh...? So you really miss me that much huh?" She smirked, slipping her pointer and middle finger into her own pussy that had become covered in its own slick from the pent up sexual frustration.

You blushed at the realization that you had been caught, and you nodded with another whimper.

"Yes Mommy, I'm sorry for interrupting you," You mewled, turning up the settings on your vibrator, only for your girlfriend to interrupt you.

Melissa doesn't mind your lewd interruption, in fact, it honestly made her even happier. "Lowest setting, now," She demands, still allowing for the kindness she always had around you to be present in her voice while still being controlling as she slid two fingers into her own wet folds.

You sighed once again in frustration and you turn down the vibrations to a painfully slow speed, causing more pleading moans to escape your lips. Your whole body being laced with goosebumps as you toss off your clothes that were only making you more frustrated.

"Words Amore, you know that if you had used them earlier that pretty and needy hole of yours could have already cummed by now," She smirks, her own moans escaping her as she speeds up the pace of her fingers.

"Mommy...P-Please let me cum, I haven't touched myself or even orgasmed in two weeks!" You plead, eyes pricking with more tears all thanks to your dominant girlfriend's teasing.

Melissa sighed, internally cotemplating whether or not to tease you,

"Sorry Y/n..." She smirked after a minute, "But your pussy is mine to control, you know this. But if you're a good girl and don't disobey mommy, I'm gonna let you cum,"

Silence is the only thing heard on your end of the line as you try to hold in your moans as to not let Melissa hear just how desperate you are for your girlfriend who wasn't even touching you.

"Words Troia," She said sternly, making your throat release more lewd noises and words that got Melissa even more turned on,

"I'm sorry Mommy, I'll use my words like a good girl," You whimpered, choking out the words as you moaned loudly.

Your hair stuck to your forehead thanks to the sweat caused by your bodies pleasure. You buried your face into your left forearm as it rested on your left knee, your right arm working with the vibrator as your right leg spread to give you more access.

The redhead's stern tone faded slightly, and she quickly felt her own pussy clenching around her fingers as she slipped yet another one of her slender digits inside of her.

"That's what I thought," She mumbled through her own groans of pleasure, "Now turn it off until I'm done,"

You whined into the phone, throwing your head back as you dropped the vibrator, turning it off as your thighs rubbed together to try and create those same vibrations.

"Okay..." You stuttered, silently praying Melissa would finish quickly,

Melissa sped up her movements and she gripped her phone tighter as she heard you speak.

"Try again Amore," She said, the stern tone coming back to her voice.

You nod in submission, eyes letting the tears of frustration run down your face.

"Yes mommy," You correct yourself, choking the words out yet again as you silently cried out of the feeling of emptiness and need that filled your body.

"Good girl~!" The red head moaned, cries of pleasure leaving her throat as she moved her thumb to her clit as to ride out her upcoming high.

"Please finish mommy, I've been patient..." You muttered, your vocal volume being too quiet to hear.

The woman on the other end's moans filled your ears, making you squirm in your bed,

"Fuck- Y/n~!! I'm gonna- Im gonna~ Fuck Y/n!!" Melissa screamed out, her body falling back onto her pillows as she slid her hand out of her pants.

"Did that feel good?" You ask, always wanting to make sure your girlfriend felt good,

"Yes baby, it did..." The green-eyed woman replied with a husky and worn-out voice, "Grab your toy and turn it up as much as you want Amore," She added.

You never moved faster, scrambling to grab your vibrator and shoving inside your tight little hole.

"Mmm...Mommy...!!" You squeaked, placing your phone on speaker and tossing it next to you as you viscously began to palm your breast.

Melissa smirked, she had you wrapped around her finger.

"Yeah baby, I'm right here, keep going, beg for release," She said a little louder in comparison to her voice before after catching her breath.

A string of profanities left your mouth mixed with petnames for your girlfriend as you whined in pleasure.

"Please mommy! I'm close! Please I can't hold it anymore!" You cried, tears streaming down your face as you heard your older girlfriend chuckling on the other end.

"C'mon baby, hold on for a few more minutes," Melissa cooed, adjusting her clothes and cuddling herself into her bed to get comfy.

"I can't~!! Please mommy! I've been so good~!!" You moaned, legs shaking violently as your love juices began to leak faster out of your pussy.

The red head smiled softly and she chuckled before speaking once again.

"Alright Amore, go ahead and cum,"

You let out a loud cry as your fluids spread all over your hand, your body sinking down into the mattress below you as you sucked all your juices off your hand.

"Thank you Mel..." You muttered out, eyes glistening with tears you weren't aware you had shed,

"No problem sweetheart, are you okay? Need water?" Your girlfriend asked, slight concern in her voice as she hears you pull the blanket over your body.

"No I'm okay," You smiled, picking the phone back up and putting it to your ear as you relax from your orgasm.

"Alright hon, you should head to bed," Melissa said softly, looking over at the clock that read 11:47pm.

"I should...but I don't want to leave you..." You muttered,

"I'll be here in the morning, alright Hon?" She reassured you, smiling softly.

"Okay Mel...see you in the morning," You replied, hanging up the phone as you two exchanged I love yous.

Maybe just calling wasn't so bad after all...

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#melissa schemmenti x reader #kinktober 2023 #wlw ns/fw #smut #phone smut #im so gay #lesbian #bisexual #abbott elementary

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i was wondering how sam starts to fall and relize that will is worth t her risk? because i know they went on the one date

the 3 times samy's confused about her feelings and the 1 time she isn't

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's afraid to date her best friend in fear of ruining everything, so she spends the entire summer trying to understand her feelings until it finally all clicks.

4k words

wow! my longest fic ever for this series. i loved, loved loved writing this and i'm planning on doing a similar type of style to this soon so stayed tune for that! as always, keep sending in requests, they're so fun to write :)

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ONE

sitting at the kitchen island while ellen helped curl samy's hair, the girl's stomach churned into knots for some reason. she was so so excited for senior prom, but her anxiety wouldn't shake. something was tipping the youngest hughes off her balance, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. luke and her mom must've been taking notice of her unusual silence because the girl hadn't stopped talking about prom all week.

"your hair's gonna look so beautiful with these curls," ellen gushed, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

"you think so?" samy wondered quietly, hands fidgeting in her lap.

"oh for sure. i just know you and will are gonna look so amazing," the older woman continued while samy's stomach twisted into knots again hearing her best friend's name.

luke, who stood a few feet away, picked up on his sister's quietness again. he studied her face, gears turning in his brain, the pieces in his head slowly falling together that answered her sudden shyness.

"i think it's so nice you and your friends are bringing some of the guys. i really think they'll have fun even if they don't say it," ellen continued.

samy briefly nodded, her mind stuck on will. "yeah, it will be fun," her eyes met luke's across the way and because they were siblings, he instantly read her gaze.

samy's friends were the ones who brought up the idea about her bringing will to prom. the brunette didn't have a lot of options considering she didn't like many of the other guys at her school. marley suggested "the hot hockey friend" (her words) and everyone else immediately agreed.

sure, they teased samy about will before and always went on about how hot him and his friends were, but the girl never looked past that. she never gave it a second thought until now.

the days leading up to prom have left serious anxious butterflies in samy's stomach for reasons she didn't quite understand completely. her and will texted back and forth like they usually did, but something felt different. there was something different that the brunette couldn't put her finger on it and the more she thought about it, the more she thought about her friend's teasing remarks and the boys' teasing remarks anytime they all hung out.

"okay, i'm gonna let these set for a minute before we start doing anything else," ellen decided as she shut the curling iron off and disappeared out of the room.

the hughes sibling code was that you never brought up anything around the parents you wanted to discuss, so luke shifted himself closer to his sister once their mom was out of earshot. samy met his wondering gaze.

"what's up?" luke asked in a near whisper.

"what?" for a moment samy played dumb. she feared her little bubble of anxiety was coming off as too noticeable.

"you look nervous. like way more nervous than before," the middle hughes casually pointed out. his sister's face flushed.

"i'm not."

"really?" luke didn't believe her. not even for a second. he grew up with her, so he knew every single one of her quirks making it impossible to hide them.

"yeah?" she toyed with her fingers and avoided eye contact—a dead giveaway for the older boy.

"samantha," luke using her full name meant he was being seriousness and wanted her to be serious too.

"i'm just like kind of freaking out and i don't know why," the youngest hughes finally admitted.

the boy raised his eyebrow, "what do you mean by freaking out?"

"like..there's these butterflies in my stomach and my heart won't stop racing," samy tried her best explaining.

"are you nervous for prom?" luke wondered.

"i-i don't know..maybe? i just..it feels weird," words weren't coming easy to the girl. she looked away, feeling embarrassed that she was even feeling this way.

the middle hughes hesitated for a second, thinking back to a few minutes ago when he noticed how his sister grew quiet at the mention of will's name. "does it have anything to do with will?"

the girl's face blushed around the edges, "that's the problem. i think so, but i-i don't really know."

"i mean you're just going as friends. it doesn't mean anything," luke shrugged until he saw his sister's gaze again and something in his expression shifted. "or does it?"

"i don't know," samy nearly whispered.

her brother finally understood what she was trying to say.

"do you want it to mean something?" luke asked.

"i-i wanna say yes..my heart wants me to, but..my head is confusing me. i don't know why i feel like this about will," she looked at luke as if he had all the answers for her.

"it sounds like you may have..feelings for him? or you're starting to?" his words made the girl's stomach drop. feelings?

"feelings?" her thoughts slipped out of her mouth.

"maybe?"

that didn't make samy feel any better than before. luke quickly cut in when he saw her expression drop, "that's not a bad thing. i had a small inkling."

"inkling? will's my best friend..he's like another brother to me. i-i can't have feelings for him," the girl looked over at luke who only shrugged.

"i dunno, just something to think about. you seemed anxious when mom mentioned him and you aren't usually."

"something about this just feels really different and i..i can't understand why. or maybe i do and i don't wanna believe it," samy mumbled the last part.

"is it a bad thing to like him or something?" luke crossed his arms as he drew back off the counter.

"i mean..no. it's not. i just..he's my best friend. that's all i've ever seen him as. i don't know why things suddenly feel so different," samy admitted.

"i get it. just..see how the night goes? see what happens? for all he knows, it's just a friends thing," the middle hughes tried reassuring her. all samy could do was nod and take some deep breaths to ease the racing thoughts.

TWO

the excitement finally started dying down around two in the morning. people drifted back towards their rooms as sleep filled their eyes knowing their hangovers would be pretty killer in the morning. the youngest hughes lingered in the conference room just taking in the scene of what was once a packed room while everyone congratulated the boys on their drafts.

her parents retired hours ago and the older hughes brothers were somewhere in the building either asleep or continuing the party in a smaller room. it was just her in there staring blankly at one of the walls lost in thought until one of the doors cracked open.

"found her," gabe's voice broke the silence. samy's gaze slid to his as he slowly shuffled closer towards her. ryan wasn't far behind.

"you okay?" the darker-haired boy wondered when he got closer. "we've been looking for you."

"oh, yeah. i'm good," samy nodded as gabe plopped onto the couch with ryan on her other side.

"smitty passed out upstairs in the room. no way he was waking up," ryan laughed briefly. samy pictured the blonde in her head and it brought a soft smile to her lips.

"did he tell you?" she asked the two boys. both of them raised their eyebrow like they didn't know what she was talking about.

"tell us what?" ryan wondered, both of their gazes shifting over to the girl between them.

a small flush spread across her cheeks. she for sure thought will would tell them as soon as he got the chance considering how much they were always teasing him for it.

"he..he uh..we kissed," samy mumbled quietly.

gabe and ryan's smiles grew into the widest and biggest the brunette's ever seen them besides when they scored goals during a game. 

"fucking finally! when did that happen??" gabe exclaimed.

"we finally caught each other in the crowd. we went into the hallway and i guess everything just..spilled out," samy explained what the two missed.

"so what? you're boyfriend girlfriend now?" ryan nudged her arm, a large smirk on his lips knowing the guys owed him now.

"uh..no.."

"no?" ryan and gabe exchanged a curious and confused glance. the brunette's gaze fell away from them as she toyed with her fingers.

"we're just gonna like go on dates and see how it goes and if it goes to shit then that's okay and nothing is ruined between us," she shrugged some.

"i don't get it," gabe said.

"it's like a grace period. we go on dates just to see how we'd be in a relationship and if we aren't good, then it's like nothing happened," she saw their glances and for some reason neither of them made her feel good.

"but you guys like each other..so wouldn't that like..not make sense if you don't decide to be official but you still like each other?" ryan raised his eyebrow.

"maybe..but i dunno. just scared," samy's voice softened out which immediately made gabe and ryan's expressions soften too.

"scared? of what? will? he's your best friend," ryan almost laughed before knowing that wouldn't be the right move.

"that's the problem. he's my best friend."

"i'm lost again," gabe's confusion earned a playful eye roll from the youngest hughes.

"i've known will since we were babies. all i've ever known him is a best friend. a brother. these feelings are still new to me and..i'm still scared. i'm scared that it won't work between us and we ruin everything we've ever had," samy's confession had her own heart clenching in tight knots. that familiar feeling of anxiety returned anytime she thought about her feelings for will.

"hey, i get it. when julianne and i started dating i was scared too. she was a really good friend of mine and i didn't wanna ruin that. i mean..we know will, you probably know him better than us, but he's not like that. he'd do anything for you samy," ryan touched her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze while gabe nodded in agreement. a soft smile replaced the small frown on her lips.

she knew when ryan called her samy and not hughesy, he was being genuine.

"i mean, you should've seen him back in october and before he even realized he liked you like that. he'd never do anything to hurt you or put himself in a position to lose you," gabe added.

"i know it's hard to shake the jerky hockey guy persona, but trust me when i say will is far from that. you know that. if you called him needing something, he'd drop everything for you. i know he really, really wants this to work out between you guys," ryan grinned wider.

luckily, the boys' words eased some of the anxiety building in samy's stomach. she hooked her arm around ryan's, giving it a loving squeeze.

"when did you guys become so good at giving advice? i swear you were teasing me two days ago," her words made the three of them laugh.

"i guess we're growing up, huh? we're not kids anymore," gabe's eyes drifted across samy and ryan's glances.

"i'm really proud of you two. i'm gonna miss you being in michigan with me this fall," she ruffled up both of their hairs making them squirm away.

"i can't believe it's already over. went too fast," ryan hummed, leaning back into the couch.

"you can say that again. i can't believe boston's in two months," a sad smile appeared on gabe's lips.

the idea of her best friends being miles away from her made samy's stomach twist into more knots. she lived for moments like these where the late hours made them vulnerable and anything tumbled out of their lips into the open air. these moments wouldn't happen anymore when the boys headed to botson. everything was changing soon and samy wasn't sure how big of a fan she was of all of it—especially trying to navigate her feelings for someone she cared deeply about.

THREE.

samy's heart hammered against her chest with each step she took onto her front porch. one step matched the thud of her heart and the blush rising to the tips of her ears. will's heavier footsteps weren't far behind, insisting that he walked her to the door to make sure she made it in safely.

all of these little gestures were so new to them. samy was so used to the blonde flying out the door passed her after her brothers in an attempt keep up with them. sometimes he'd even knock into her accompanied with a weak apology as he passed through. having him walk her to the house was entirely new territory in their relationship.

the brunette slowly spun on her heel, instantly finding will's gaze already on her. a soft smile sat on his lips as his eyes darted between her own. his shoulder fell against the one of the support beams, hands slipping into his pockets trying to act casual despite the pounding in his ears.

"i had a lot of fun. thank you, again," samy broke the silence first.

"yeah, me too. it was really fun," will agreed.

everything about them standing inches away from the front door where her parents and brothers were on the other side made samy feel like she was in high school again after a first date. the giddy smiles; the racing heartbeats; the awkward waiting and deciding if a kiss goodbye was appropriate while wondering if the older boys were watching them from an unknown location. 

"next time you should show me around plymouth," the girl teased slightly earning a blush across will's cheeks.

"you haven't seen all of it already?"

the girl smiled, but shook her head, "no, not really. i'd love to get your take on it."

"noted. i'll have to come up with an itinerary for us then."

the two shared a loving smile. samy noticed the way will's gaze briefly flicked down to her lips and the action made her heart flutter.

she decided to help him out by slowly inching closer, the small gap between them quickly closing. will caught on fairly fast. his hand slid onto her cheek, directing her chin upwards to meet his soft lips while samy hoped he couldn't feel her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm. 

the blonde used his other hand to wrap around her hip, tugging her impossibly closer while samy's danced through his hair and clutched his shirt. the kiss had both of their heads spinning until they finally pulled apart.

"see you tomorrow at the game?" will whispered with kiss-swollen lips.

the smile he loved spread across samy's own kiss-swollen lips as she nodded, "i'd never miss it."

he reluctantly let her go, watching as the brunette disappeared back into her house. the smile never disappeared from will's face the entire drive back to plymouth.

inside, samy leaned against the door just taking in the entire date. her eyes sparkled, replaying the way will's lips felt against her own—how passionate and sweet he was.

her high continued as she shuffled into the living room where all of her brothers were still awake watching the tv. they quickly met her gaze and the lovestruck expression dancing across her features.

"someone's smiley,"  jack commented in amusement, turning the volume down a few notches.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does."

the three brothers exchanged a brief glance. they had never heard their little sister talk that way about someone before—not after a first date. all three of their chests warmed seeing their baby sister look so happy despite them never admitting it. 

"that good, huh?" jack smirked some. samy nodded, joining them on the couch for a few moments before going upstairs.

"he's so perfect. he did everything right and..i just.." the youngest hughes trailed off for a moment while her brothers watched her expression slightly fade.

"i sense a but coming," quinn commented. samy met their gazes briefly before looking away.

"not a bad but..i just..i've never felt this way about someone before. my chest..it feels so..so full. it scares me," the girl didn't know how to explain what she was feeling nor was she sure if her brothers would even understand.

samy's words brought luke back to the conversation they shared a few months ago as the youngest sibling got ready for prom. he remembered how nervous she was—how unsure she seemed of it all. 

"remember prom?" luke wondered, meeting his sister's wandering gaze. 

"what about it?" 

"remember how scared you were then too but because you were unsure about the feelings you had for will because of how new they were?" the siblings didn't know where luke was taking the conversation, but they waited for him to go on. 

"now it seems like you're scared because of how you feel. you're not unsure anymore. you know how you feel for will, but it's scaring you," samy glanced at jack and quinn, getting lost in what luke was trying to say. 

"you're losing me," she said. 

"i think being scared of how much you like someone because you've never felt such strong emotions before is all the more reason to fall for them. to go all in," the curly-haired boy shrugged. 

in luke's weird, roundabout explanation, it somehow made sense to samy. she smiled briefly, letting her brother's words really sink in. 

"plus, we've seen the way he is around you. i don't think someone would act the way he does if he didn't really wanna be with you," quinn mentioned. 

samy decided to sleep on her brother's advice, hoping something would give her the sign that going all in with will wouldn't be a choice she regretted. 

THE 1 TIME

goodbyes were never easy. the cooler breeze of august mornings meant the end of summer. june bled into july. july bled into august. august marked the start of a new chapter, but the end of a really good one. the boys' usntdp years were over and all of them were once again packing up their lives to move out to boston to start something new and a bit unknown. samy sat in her childhood bedroom picking out the best memories to bring to college with her. 

even though she'd only be minutes away, heading to college was something the girl thought was still months away. sitting on the floor stuffing clothes and knickknacks into boxes brought a small line of tears into her eyes as august continued slipping away. 

on one of her freer days where she wasn't busy packing her own life away, samy drove up to plymouth to help the boys. it was also an excuse to see them more before they all left. 

she sat in will's room watching him sort his things into boxes attempting to hold herself together for the sake of both of them. if one them cried, then both of them would. her fingers clasped around some picture frames waiting to be wrapped. a smile spread across her lips when she saw what picture was inside. 

"i've never seen this picture before," the girl commented, casting her gaze towards her boyfriend. will's eyes flicked up, crinkling around the edges when he saw what photo. 

"i think it's from like a few years ago. you were at the game and mom wanted a picture," the blonde smiled briefly. 

the two looked awfully young. maybe fourteen or fifteen? will was still dressed in his hockey gear, helmet and stick in one hand with the other wrapped around samy's waist. he must've hit his growth spurt that year because he stood a good few inches above the brunette and samy knew she was always taller than him until he started growing more. the camera definitely captured the joy because of how wide each of their smiles were. 

"it's really cute. are you gonna put it up in your dorm?" samy teased a little. 

"yeah, probably. it's one of my favorites of us," will's response caught her off guard for some reason. 

her boyfriend had his back to her, so he didn't see the longing gaze. when her eyes finally left him and returned the the pictures again, she began realizing just how many were of her and him. the past two years samy hardly noticed what all of his framed pictures were. she just figured they were of family or him and his boys, not realizing over half of them included her smiling face. 

"you're taking all of these with you?" samy wondered a bit softly, referring to the picture frames still. 

will finally met her gaze again, not noticing the emotions coursing through her. "yeah, that's the plan. i don't know where i'll put all of them, but maybe i'll take them out of the frame and put them on the photo wall instead if they don't all fit somewhere," the blonde explained with a brief grin. 

the boy finally noticed samy's sudden quietness and her soft expression. he approached her, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, "you okay?" 

"oh, yeah, yeah. sorry. getting sentimental looking at all of these photos," the girl mumbled out a small lie. she didn't quite know how to put what she was currently feeling into words or how she felt so loved that will wanted to display her everywhere in whatever room he was in. 

"i know. mom keeps showing me all of these baby photos and finding things as we pack up," he rubbed the girl's arm before leaning in to place a gentle kiss to the side of her head. 

"i can't believe summer's already over," samy sunk onto the bed for a moment, eyes on the ground because if she looked at will she'd definitely start crying. 

"it went by way too fast. college came way too fast," the boy chuckled, finding a spot beside her. 

"boston's so lucky to have you, will. you're gonna do so great there," even though being over 600 miles away hurt, the girl knew how much will loved boston—dreaming of going there like everyone else in his family. 

"wish you were coming too," he took ahold of her hand, giving it a lot of kisses which made samy blush a deep crimson. 

"i know, but michigan's always called my name," the girl chuckled while thinking of quinn and luke. ever since she visited for the first time to watch quinn play, 12-year-old samy knew the university of michigan was where she would be one day. 

six years later, the girl was getting ready to move in and start her collegiate soccer career. 

"you know, gabe said he's not excited to live with me knowing how much i'm gonna call you everyday," will joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

in that moment, something in samy's head clicked. she finally looked over at her boyfriend and for the first time, she finally saw for herself that look everyone has told her he's looked at her with since they were kids. his blue eyes were nothing but orbs of a bright sparkle, entirely filled with nothing but love and adoration for the girl sitting beside him. 

"i'm gonna miss you a lot, hughesy. i wish i sucked up my pride and ego and told you how i felt a lot sooner," will admitted. 

his words exploded something inside of samy's chest. it was that feeling she's been scared of all summer, except this time, she wasn't scared anymore. she remembered luke's words about going all in when you felt something as strong as she felt. 

"me too. i wish i caught on sooner," the brunette chuckled, easing her forehead to rest against his. 

"i'm gonna call you every single day, watch every single one of your games, think about you all the time—" will's words quickly died in his throat when samy placed her lips on his. 

for the first time since the two admitted their feelings for one another, samy knew exactly how she felt about her best friend: in love. 

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #will smith fluff #will smith hockey fluff #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #bc hockey #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes

[luvkyu]

May I req a top!bangchan x bot!mreader where the male reader had past memory with bang chan when they had a big fight in the kitchen but bang chan make it out for the mreader by dancing him the kitchen *its inspired to taylor's 'all too well' cuz I want to cry af so make it more angst and a little bit fluff* In the present they met again in an art museum and its up to you whether they'd be back together or not (if not make it more angsty)

PS: I LOVE UR WORKS ❤️💯���

all too well ( bang chan )

top!chan x btm!male!reader

chan meets an ex lover after a long time apart.

content : 0.9k words, angst/kinda fluffish at the end

( a/n ) i changed this just a little bit but i hope you like it <33

y/n blinked away the tears that were welling up in his eyes. he took a deep breath and looked at his boyfriend, who was standing across from him in his kitchen. the room was dark with the exception of the light that came from y/n's refrigerator, which neither of them had bothered to close yet.

chan was silent. his gaze continued to rest on y/n, face softly illuminated by the refrigerator light. the pair had been arguing for a bit, and they were both exhausted.

"chan, i'm sorry. i don't know what you expect me to do. quit my job?"

"no..! i know you love your job, but.. i don't know, i barely feel like i have a boyfriend anymore. you're just always working."

y/n sighed and rubbed his face.

"okay so, do you wanna plan more dates or something?"

"we've tried that already. you always end up busy and there's just not much time to be together," chan muttered in response. a scoff left y/n's lips in turn.

"well, babe, i'm really trying to work with you here..!" y/n's slightly raised voice made himself wince. he sighed again and clenched his fists out of frustration. "i've worked so hard to get to the position i'm at with this job, chan. i can't just put my responsibilities aside whenever i want. i literally take out my calendar to try and sort out my schedule to make time for us. is that just not enough anymore?"

chan was quiet again. the next words that left his mouth made y/n's heart sink.

"no, maybe it's not.."

three years later

"oh, i love this one," minho said quietly. chan nodded in agreement after following his friend's gaze to the next painting on the wall.

chan's head soon turned in different directions, realization hitting him. "uh.. i think we lost seungmin."

minho's brows raised at this, also looking around for their third friend.

"i'll find him, you keep going around the museum," chan assured.

as he started walking around more in search of his missing friend, his eyes soon found a familiar face. it definitely wasn't seungmin though.

y/n stood alone, looking up at a sculpture that was a ways away. his hair had grown out a little and he was wearing a rather nice outfit. chan felt his heart skip a beat, unable to tear his gaze away from his ex-boyfriend. and soon, y/n's own gaze met chan's after looking around while he moved to the next artwork in the exhibit. they now stood in silence, eyes locked from across the room.

when y/n finally looked away, a small smile lifted at the corner of chan's lips. y/n was always the shy one between them and chan couldn't deny that he loved it. the way his eyes would flicker away and the rosy pink color would blossom on his cheeks made chan want to gush at how cute he was.

after some debate in his head, chan finally decided to go stand beside him. he gazed up at the same painting that y/n had moved over to.

"you always liked this artist," chan said happily.

y/n looked over at him, a little lost for words. he simply nodded before looking back at the painting.

"so, how you been?" chan asked, clearly determined.

y/n looked at him again. "what are you doing?"

"making conversation. is that wrong?"

y/n frowned.

"you know i don't like small talk, so yes, that's wrong."

"oh right," chan quickly responded. "okay, i'll think of a better question.. mm.. would you like to get some coffee with me?"

y/n turned to chan in surprise.

"coffee..?"

"or tea if that's better," chan suggested. he could see the gears turning in y/n's head before his attention went right back to the painting in front of them.

"i'm looking at art right now," y/n answered with a blatant tone.

chan nodded, still smiling. he could tell the other was just being stubborn.

"alright, take your time. i can wait."

y/n stayed quiet. they both continued to admire the museum's works for a few minutes. y/n would travel between art pieces, chan following patiently as if he were looking on his own.

"tell you what," chan finally spoke quietly, "there's a coffee place right across the street from here. i think i'll go sit there for, maybe.. the next half hour? maybe i'll see you there."

y/n looked back at chan one more time, now watching him give a sweet smile before he turned to to leave. he walked back over to minho, seungmin still missing somewhere else in the museum.

"was that..?"

chan nodded at the question from minho. "y/n," he finished for him.

"shit.." minho mumbled.

"we're gonna go get coffee i think."

minho looked over at y/n, who seemed to be staying put.

"you are?.. he doesn't seem to be going anywhere."

chan smiled and nodded.

"well, i invited him to come for coffee, at least. i think he's just being stubborn right now. he'll meet me there, don't worry."

"..how do you know?"

"i just know, i guess," chan answered in confidence. "i know him all too well."

#kpop x male reader #male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x male reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan #chan x reader

[leclsrc]

Hi! I just found your blog and am in LOVE! Congrats on 2000 followers by the way! You deserve them all and more, I'm a new follower so you're over 2000 now hehe~ Could I please request the 'hugs from behind' prompt with Charles Leclerc? It sounds so cute! I hope you're doing okay. Congratulations again! 😘❤️❤️

olive you – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, olive theory drabble

auds here... finishing out my drafts from the 2k celebration... i have like 65 more i have to filter thru lol... love u guys

Waves crash softly against the pebbly shore, salt filling your nose as you twirl pasta onto your fork. There is something so enchanting about Italy, something so romantic and unbridled, that keeps you alive and happy whenever you visit. Perhaps it’s the food, the locals, the souvenir shops, the signs reading alla spiaggia right by the summery coast.

You chew on your fettuccine, and watch as a fork slowly deposits olive segments onto your plate. Perhaps, then, it’s none of those things. Perhaps it’s him. “Mmm. Grazie,” you hum gratefully, mixing the olives into your pasta.

Like many routines, this came to fruition with years of habit. On your first date, at an Italian place in Monte Carlo, you’d gushed about how much you liked to eat olives. Charles had done the complete opposite—he couldn’t stand them, he droned. Not in pasta, not in martinis, not anywhere. So it came to be that he would buy you jars of olives or give you the little bits he found on his plate.

It wasn’t a big deal to either of you at first, but your friends thought it was just about the cutest idea in the world, the pinnacle of the opposites attract concept, the perfect balance. And every time you get together they ask Charles if he likes olives, and each time, he kisses your hair and murmurs never.

He loves to kiss your hair, your legs. Nobody has ever come that close, you tell him every time. Only the air, only the water, only my spritzes of perfume. Nobody.

—

“Martini?” Carlos asks.

“Oh, I—” Charles smiles dopily, shaking his head. “Olives, I don’t like them.”

“Took a shot with the order. Sorry, mate.” They shake hands, wait for the meeting to start, make small talk about work and the off season. Being back at Fiorano always gives Charles a daunting kind of feeling, one that typically quells once he catches sight of you. Carlos pauses, takes a sip from his cold drink, then, “Are you sure you don’t like olives?”

Being a relatively new close friend means Carlos hasn’t yet been privy to the olive theory that’s spanned years and continents. Charles nods, opening his mouth to explain why, and why this fact matters so much, then—

“When we got a 1-2 in Bahrain last year,” his teammate starts, “and we all got drunk, Isa didn’t let me have alcohol because she didn’t want to drive me home.” He laughs. “Anyway, I saw you eating olives. You had a little toothpick thing, picking out olives from the aperitivo.”

Charles’ heart pounds. “Huh? Well… I guess I wouldn’t… mind them.”

“Eugh.” Carlos grimaces. “Olives are shit. Isa thinks so, too.”

—

You’re busy at the stove cooking a half-assed meal when he wrestles himself through the flat entrance, following the smell of garlic and approaching you instantly from behind. His hug is intense, his lips latched onto your neck. He inhales your scent, comforted by the traces of your perfume, his own scent lingering on his polo that hugs your body.

“Don’t be mad,” he says thinly, half-muffled.

“I told you don’t get a tattoo of my face across your arm.”

“It’s not that,” he says, resigned. He pouts, and you turn to comfort him, fluffing his hair up. A rogue strand falls in front of his face and when you lean closer to brush it away, he takes the chance to kiss you.

You smile while you kiss. Whaaat? You ask into his lips, amused by his silence and shyness. He still is quiet, lips just resting on yours. You pull away, a bit more worried now.

“Charles.” Your hands find purchase on his arms, shoulders, then his face in your grip. He holds your hands there.

“I…” He pauses. “I think I—I like olives.”

You relax, and the smile that arrives at your lips is purely involuntary. You can’t help it. “So we both like them,” you say simply, with a smile. “We’ll have to work out a system where you don’t steal all my jars from me.”

What your goof boyfriend fails to realize, you think as he bends over the stove and helps you finish off the pasta (extra olives, this time) is the olive theory has never mattered to you. It was never about the olives. It was never about the jars.

If love was about anything—it’d always, always be Charles.

#f1 #charles leclerc #leclsrc2000 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1 x reader

[n-agiz]

TEACHER'S PETㅤ professor! gojo satoru x fem! reader — smut [ 0.9k+ wc ] cws creampie + oral (f) + fingering + some praising ! MDNI

ㅤall teachers had favorites, gojo simply had a different way of showing his preference.

even if they refused to admit to it, teacher's always had favorites.

it didn't necessarily have to be something that made them be less objective with their work, something that gave them excuses to favor some in comparison to others simply because they liked them better — but there would always be the ones teachers got along with better, and although gojo knew that, he never thought that would lead to him having a student bent over his desk with her legs spread for him every friday afternoon.

"that feels so good, 'toru" your moans were low in tone, only for gojo to hear. you were one of the only few left on campus at that hour, especially on a friday of all days, but being extra cautious never hurt anyone, you supposed.

gojo didn't reply to you, not with words at least, instead lowering himself and sinking his teeth into your ear lobe, groaning deeply against you while driving his hips into yours faster, more precisely, at an angle that made your eyes roll and your fingers grip the desk's edge harder. your slick gushed around his thick cock unrelentlessly, starting to drip down your inner thighs and sticking between your ass and around the base of his dick, thin and shiny strings connecting your skin to his.

how you two had managed to turn what should have been a one time mistake into a weekly affair was something you weren't able to explain. you should have never allowed one of your professors to fuck you, and gojo, on the other hand, should have never even dreamt of fucking one of his students, but your attraction to one another was undeniable from the first second you laid eyes on one another, so you supposed that something like this was bound to happen — but not even you could have expected it would become part of your weekly routine, something you would look forward to and even purposefully leave a chunk of your afternoon always free for, sometimes having to reschedule other things simply because missing this was completely unthinkable.

"i'm getting close, baby, so clo- fuck!" gojo's hips were starting to stutter, movements growing faster, more erratic, but less precise.

"cum inside me, 'toru. please, please cum inside me" your rambling, mixed with how good your pussy felt around him, was driving gojo insane. you always sounded so sweet when he was fucking you, so willing to please him he couldn't help but wish he could keep you all to himself. you were too enticing, a sinful view that never failed to draw him closer to craziness, everything you did and said too tempting — the way you moved, how you touched him, the cute nickname you only called him when it was just the two of you, how your pussy looked around his girth and the way it hugged his cock so snuggly, everything about you was perfect, too perfect.

"i will, baby. i'm gonna fill you up so good, is that what you want? want all of my cum?"

"yes! yes, yes!" you moaned, now a bit louder than before, losing yourself in pleasure as you felt the last few thrusts ram into you, each one deeper than the ones before and followed by a guttural grunt as gojo straightened himself again, throwing his head back and letting his lids fall shut as his vision blurred, cock twitching and muscles tensing while hot ropes of creamy cum painted your insides white, remaining balls deep inside you while filling you up to the brim.

"that's it- oh god! that's it... always such a good girl for me, aren't you? such a pretty thing…"

you two stayed still for a second, your mewls going quiet while you allowed gojo to enjoy his orgasm, letting him catch his breath before feeling him slowly pull back, leaving you empty and craving for more. before you could complain, though, he turned you around, laying you on your back higher on his desk and stuffing two fingers deep into you, curling them up right into the exact spot that made you moan the loudest.

"don't wanna waste any of my cum, do you?" he asked with a sly smirk, kneeling down between your spread legs while slowly pumping the two digits in and out of you. he placed your thighs over his shoulders, pecking their soft skin tenderly before finally peeking his tongue out, flicking it over your clit while pressing the pads of his fingers into the spongy spot inside you.

the mix of having gojo's lips wrapped around and sucking on your clit with the way he thrusted his fingers in and out of you was heavenly. you could feel your thighs trembling, your abdomen tensing up and your pussy clenching hard around him — and before long, you could also feel the first waves of your climax building, growing stronger until they hit you with full force, now being your turn to fall over the edge into a stream of pure bliss.

"'toru!" you half-screamed, having to cover your own mouth with your palm to stop yourself from moaning too loud.

"just like that, you're being such a good girl, always so good for me…" he praised, helping you through your orgasm, reveling in your pleasured whines and in how your expression contorted into one of pure delight.

teacher’s always had favorites, and although gojo had never wanted to admit to it, he did too — his preference simply going a bit further than being more friendly with some than with others, especially when it came to you, and with how good you made him feel.

N-AGIZ '22ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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[whumper-whimsy]

Back home P2

part 1

EXPLICIT NONCON (sex/kissing, etc), kidnapping, ransom, abuse, pet whump, nsfwhump, guns, caretaker × whumpee

Whumpee laid limply with their head in Whumper's lap, waves of horror sinking into them fully. The van's engine hummed noisily around the both of them, drowned out only by Whumper's words.

"I'm so happy to have you back... it's been ever so lonely without you. I've got everything prepared for you at home." Whumper hadn't stopped talking since they had dragged whumpee into the back of the vehicle with them. "My sweet pet... it's gonna be so nice to have you around again."

Whumper grabbed their chin for the tenth time, tilting it up to look into their eyes. Whumpee would've flinched away if they were able.

"Ghh-"

"Scared, huh?" Whumper fake-pouted. "Poor thing. I wish you could talk so i could hear you beg~ Oh well, I suppose we'll save that for later. Drugs should be wear off anytime." Whumper dropped whumpee's head, resituating their hands in their hair.

The van's engine quieted. They were at whumper's place. Whumpee let out a weak cry, the best they could at the moment.

"Oh, that's adorable~" Whumper gushed. They picked Whumpee up swiftly, holding them against their larger body. "You're nice and warm, arent you?"

"Nnh-" Whumpee managed, regaining some of their movement. They curled their fingers in halfway, lifting their head just an inch.

Whumper ignored their protest, walking out the back of the van as their henchmen opened the back doors. Whumper carried them all the way up the sidewalk leading to their large house.

"Nnnuh..." Whumpee slurred. "Nuh... no..."

"Babbling, hm? Cute." Whumper walked slowly through the familiar house towards the bedroom. "How long has it been since Caretaker rescued you, love? A year? Little over?"

"Agh," Whumpee huffed as Whumper brought them into the lavish bedroom, setting them on the bed. "Cae-a'er. Need Caretaker..."

"Not anymore. You have me again." Whumper said sweetly, lowering Whumpee. Whumpee realised with a jolt that they were being put in their cage.

"No," they cried, finding themself clinging to Whumper. This only made the taller laugh, standing up with whumpee still in their arms.

"You wanna stay with me?" Whumper teased, bringing them to the bed instead. They leaned over whumpee, grinning. "I suppose we'll get reacquainted then, hm?"

"No, stop-" Whumpee whimpered, now able to kick at them. "Please, no..."

Whumper only smiled wider, grabbing a collar out of their pocket- whumpee's collar. "Sit pretty for me, will you?" Whumper snapped it around their throat, tightening it just a little too much.

"Get off of me," Whumpee panted, their heart beating out of their chest. "I want Caretaker, please!"

"Are you gonna be this difficult all night? You know I can correct those behaviors with a couple of my tools, right?" Whumper ran their hand under Whumpee's shirt, their long fingers cold and uncomfortable against their torso. "Caretaker has undone so much of my hard work, haven't they? It's alright, sweet thing. Ill get your mind rewired in no time."

"Caretaker is coming to get me," Whumpee summoned their courage to retort. "They'll be here soon and beat the shit out of you and bring me home."

Whumper let out an amused laugh, smoothing whumpee's ruffled hair with one hand and pulling their shirt up further with the second. "Im sure they will, love. For now, I'll get you started with nice little treat..."

Whumpee shivered as whumper's finger ran under the waistband of their sweatpants.

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Caretaker blinked awake, flinching when the bright light of their living room ceiling shone into their eyes. They rolled to their side with a groan and were met with the sight of the barrel of a gun.

"Goddamn-" they cried, sitting up. The gun's muzzle whacked them right in the cheekbone, knocking them back down.

A man in a dark uniform stood over them, pushing his gun against Caretaker's chest. "Stay exactly where you are, or ill put a bullet through your heart."

"Hey, hey!" Caretaker raised their palms innocently. "What's-"

All at once, memories from hours earlier flooded their mind. They looked around at their living room, spotting two uniformed women that were also armed.

"Where is whumpee?" Caretaker asked, leaning back against the couch so the gun didn't jab so violently into their chest.

"With whumper," the man told them and checked his watch, "who should've been here a while ago."

"Oh, god..." Caretaker whispered, biting their inner lip to stall the anxiety rebuilding itself in their chest. "Why's whumper coming back?"

"You'll find out when they arrive. Just stay put and nobody gets hurt." The man poked the gun at their chest again.

So caretaker slumped back against the couch, their mind racing a mile a minute.

What if whumpee's not okay? What's whumper doing? Why are they late? Are they hurting whumpee now? Why do they want to see me?

Several minutes had passed of this before footsteps came up the wooden porch. Whumper strode in, their hair slightly disheveled and wearing a different suit.

"Ah, caretaker..." Whumper sighed, signaling their henchmen out the door with a flick of their wrist. The three filed out the door without a sound, leaving Caretaker alone with Whumper.

"Whumper," Caretaker sat up, heart racing. "What do you want? Is whumpee okay."

"Yes, yes, your timid little friend is alright. More than alright actually." Whumper smirked, standing right in front of Caretaker.

"More than alright..?"

"I made whumpee feel good, caretaker. I gave them the attention they deserve." Whumper crouched lower, gripping Caretaker by the chin. "Ive given them what I assume you've been depriving the poor thing of."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Can you smell them on my breath, Caretaker? Or rather-" Whumper leaned in and kissed them forcefully, "taste them~?"

Caretaker smacked their face away with a grunt. They wiped their lips, glaring up at Whumper.

Everything came crashing down in that moment. Caretaker's blood ran ice cold.

"No." Caretaker's voice broke. "No, no, no. You didn't- you didn't-!" They jumped to their feet, but were forced back into their seat.

"I did, Caretaker. I did and it felt so fucking great. They'll never, ever forget this night. They're still in bed right now actually... feeling as great as ever."

Caretaker screeched in fury, jumping at whumper and swinging their fist in their direction. Whumper shoved them to the ground and twisted their arm behind their back, sending sparks of pain all the way up to their shoulder.

"I think I'll tack on another hour of their pleasure for them because of that silly stunt." Whumper hissed in their ear.

"No-! Don't punish them because of me, please!" Caretaker panted, trying to ignore the searing pain in their arm.

"Oh, its not a punishment at all. I promise you, they're having a fun time..."

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Whumpee cried out in desperation for the billionth time, tears spilling past their eyelids. The buzzing between their thighs picked up in intensity, causing their back to arch.

Whumper had left them like this- and god knows how long it'd be until they came back. It had to have been at least an hour, right? Two maybe?

They checked the clock though hazy eyes.

30 minutes had passed.

"Hel~ shit- help me!" They cried, their voice breaking into a moan. "Hurts- ev'rythin' hurts-"

Nobody came.

I need Caretaker... they'd come and hold me and play with my hair. They'd kiss me and tell me it's alright. They'd make it better.

Whumpee took a moment to imagine caretaker sitting beside them, stroking their cheek and helping them through the pain.

"Shh, honey," they'd say. "It'll all be over soon. Focus on your breathing."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, trying to calm their ragged pants.

In four... hold four... out four...

A small whine escaped their lips on the exhale, their knees drawing together as the buzzing droned on.

They felt pressure rising inside them again and they braced to release again, wrapping their fingers around the chains to their cuffs.

They groaned, trying their best to hold still as the stimulation became too much. They saw spots in their vision when they opened their eyes.

Whumpee cast another teary glance up at the camera in the corner. They wouldn't give Whumper the show they wanted.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall they had been thrown against. They glared up at Whumper who, just like them, was smeared in blood.

Whumper delivered a swift kick to their torso, drawing the wind out of them.

"You know, Caretaker. You're almost as fun to beat up as my Whumpee. I'm not used to such defiance. It'd be fun to have a good couple of months with you."

Caretaker tensed at this. This is where they were supposed to be heroic and give the "take me instead" speech and beg Whumper to let them take Whumpee's place.

But they didn't. They couldn't.

Whumper scared them. They could face them now, but to be at their mercy? They wouldn't survive a day.

"Cat's got your tongue? You seem a little shaken." Whumper smiled down at them, crouching down to their level. They cupped Caretaker's cheek and rubbed up and down the side of their face.

"Get out of my house," Caretaker whispered, shaking. With rage? With fear?

"I suppose I should get back to Whumpee... they'll be missing me by now."

"As if." Caretaker spat, silently relieved when their hand left their cheek. They instantly shifted their tone as Whumper stood to tower over them. "Be gentle on them. Please."

"Oh trust me, Caretaker. It'll only get worse from here~"

#whump #whump blog #whump community #emotional whump #whump writing #whumpblr #nsfwhump #it is finally complete #I'm sorry this is so late #love you guys #<33

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. I do like to imagine space marines are like… I don’t know. Owning a venomous snake? There’s the crowd that sees them as a dangerous animals, there’s the side that goes, awwww who’s a cute lil danger noodle~ boop!

Yet I suppose it’s sorta like meeting a whale in the ocean? Something so massive and intelligent yet the language barrier meant neither of you could ever truly understand what’s going on in each other’s heads. It’s overwhelming, terrifying and alluring. It can easily crush you and certainly also level your house and flatten your car, yet it chooses not to and even indulge your attention. Letting you coo and fawn over it like it’s a sweet little kitten or a puppy. Most people are scared of them yet for us? It pulls us in like moths to a flame. I.. That’s a good thing right? Right?

If you've been enjoying how I've been writing under the Space Marine Husbandry tag then you do know I lean more towards them being akin to a whale vs the danger noodle side.

I will be taking the fact you continue to call yourself Barn Anon that you've been enjoying that.

I'm sorry I had to write something angsty

You were setting the table as the warm summer continues to bleed like a dying animal... slowly and in a state of life or death that seems to feel endless and numbing at the same time.

Castle was outside just glancing at the tree line occasionally. His weapon by his side as something had agitated him... you didn't know what but you didn't question it. You walk back onto the porch, "Kids come in an clean up!" You yell but only see three of your four...

-----

She sobbed as she limped and stumbled as fast as her feet could carry her. She looks behind her seeing the glowing red eye lenses watch her as the feral marine follows her at a lazy pace. It had croaked out 'Castle' a few times and she was so scared. Castle would know what to do. But it soon lunged at her only missing by a hairs width and that's when she screamed.

------

You turned your head toward the woods, eyes widening as you're sure you heard a scream but by the time you blinked Castle was already at the tree line sprinting into the woods. You held your breath till the distant sound of his side arm going off. "Kids get into the storm cellar now!" You shout as you rushed to the side of the house and unlocked the heavy doors Castle helped install.

You soon see your Charlie break the tree line sobbing covered in cuts and knees scrapped up as something tries to follow her out of the tree line before you watch Castle slam into it. Everything bled into that slow summer time as you held your breath feeling the painful burn of your lungs. With how fast they were moving you could hardly tell the colors of the assailant.

Grandma had only seen Castle fight once... it was once of the few times she thought he was something far more. You were hardly religious but seeing him and the feral marine fight was akin to watching an angel and demon fight. How Castle kept him from grabbing Charlie as the only evidence of their attempt was the furrows in the ground from Castle standing between the two.

You finally broke free of the haze as the lazily bleeding wound of time started to gush again and you felt your legs and lungs burn as you ran. Charlie felt heavy in your arms, far from being the tottling toddler that she once was, but that hardly mattered as you grabbed her and rushed into the storm cellar locking it.

Time once more returned to a slow crawl as you could hear faint sounds of slamming... of a chainsaw rev and of course his side arm... but then it grew quiet oh so very quiet. You hear a knock to the tune of 'Shave and a Haircut' which was your agreed upon callsign to open the storm door.

Castle looked tired his armor paint scrapped even more... a gash on his forehead that wasn't bleeding anymore. You watched his worried eyes roam over each of your kids as if truly making sure that they were all there before he reached out and hugged Charlie muttering something in his language as she cried.

Castle hardly spoke but he whispered to you, "I'll take care of the body. Medica servitor is in back wall... have it look over Charlie." Is all he said before he left.

-----

It was late at night by the time Castle returned having stripped the other marine of his armor and weapons... he took their geneseed and made the trek to his base. The storm cellar acted as his room for the most part. He looked at the covered plate on his table and the note from you. All it simply said was Dinner and a thank you.

And Castle could live with that for tonight.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #why am I like this #this is suppose to be a feel good tag #and here I couldn't resist writing some horror/angst #space marine #Barn anon #tales from the barn #space marine husbandry sentience

[byuntrash101]

being sandwiched between minseok & baekhyun after they’ve just got done finishing a show 😖 lord have mercy

oh my g- sdklsldkslkmdskmdklds

this checks all of the boxes!!!! the original muscle daddy + the orignal slut (baekhyun is a whore i just know it) is THE combo.

god damn i almost passed out writing this... im 🥵🥵🥵

tags: double penetration (vaginal and anal), sweat kink (typical me because im nasty like that), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, getting caught kink, dirty talk

You have no choice but to claw at Baekhyun's back as Minseok slips his thick member inside you by the only hole still available. The two men holding you up in the air, you wrap your legs around Baekhyun's waist as the two men hover you above their hard and dripping cocks. You don't know if you'll be able to keep quiet for long given how good and full you feel from front to back.

But it seems like the boys notice your struggle and Baekhyun wraps his pretty hand around your mouth the muffle your little whimpers of pleasure.

"Be quiet baby" he whispers in your ear as you feel him slowly pull out of you, making your wet cunt gush out and produce lewd squelshing noises. "We don't want the manager to find out you're letting us use your body like this right baby girl?"

"You could definetely lose your job over this you know" Minseok adds. And you shook your head in horror to the idea. Being a makeup artist was your calling but what you were most afraid of right now was to lose the opportunity to be squeezed between the two men like you have been countless times.

After a show they always needed a way to relieve tension and what better way than to fuck their favourite little cock sleeve stupid until you can't think straight or walk for days?

"Fuckkkk" you whisper as Baekhyun lets his hand slip from your mouth to your throat. Pushing his dick back into your throbbing cunt. Just as Minseok pushed himself inside your little rim.

"You're clenching so hard baby" Minseok moans in your ear as his sweaty chest is pressed on your bare back. "You want my cum that bad?" he chuckles picking up the pace.

"Yes!" you gasp. "Yes please cum inside me" you beg.

"What a little cum hungry whore you are" Baekhyun says as you catch a bead of sweat running down his long neck. You wrap your lips around his collarbone licking the sweat all the way up his ear. The bitter taste fills your head making you forget about everyhting that is not them their two cocks rubbing against each other inside you right now.

Baekhyun smashes his hips inside you, setting the pace and Minseok follows also adopting the unfirgiving pace.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you squeak trying to make as little noise as possible, immediatly biting Baekhyun's neck to keep yourself from screaming.

"Cum on both our dicks, baby" Baekhyun urges as his hips start to stutter.

Your worn out little pussy and shapeless asshole start to pulse around their cocks as you reach your climax. And it's the last straw for them. Your orgasming holes milk them dry, draining their balls to the last drop of precious cum that is over flowing your holes and dripping down the dark changing room's floor as you uncontrollably shake in their arms, eyes rolled back, breath short and toes curled. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you spray your cum in a powerful stream completely soaking the two men before your body goes limp.

"I'm so glad we get to do this all over again tomorrow" Baekhyun says, zipping his soaked pants up.

"I'm taking her pussy tomorrow!" Minseok concludes

a/n: almost did not survive this.

#baekhyun smut #xiumin smut #minseok smut #exo smut #exo drabble #hard hours #exo hard hours #baekhyun x reader #xiumin x reader

[alyswritings]

Mean Girlfriend

Request: Hiiii could you do a Hollandxsister where Sam is dating a girl who doesn't like Yn and insults her when no one is around?

Sam Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Sam's girlfriend isn't as nice as she seems.

Warnings: swear words, rude/mean comments, sam being a bad brother for part of this, some soft holland sibling moments though

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Sam was bringing his girlfriend over for the first time since he started dating her about two months ago. She's met Nikki, Dom, and Harry, but hasn't had a chance to meet the other three yet.

Y/N is setting the table while Nikki finishes up dinner with Harry helping her. The front door opens and Sam walks in, his girlfriend right behind him, their hands latched together.

"Hey, guys." Sam greets, him and his girlfriend making their way to where everyone is in the kitchen. "This is Blair. Blair, that's Tom, Paddy, and Y/N. And you remember my parents and Harry."

"Of course I do. Lovely to see you all again." Blair tells the parents and twin, a sickening sweet smile on her face. "And it's great to meet you all." She sends polite smiles to the other three siblings.

"Nice to meet you." Tom nods in greeting.

"Hi." Y/N waves.

"It is great to see you again, Blair." Nikki smiles. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, uh, just a water right now, please." Blair says.

Nikki gets her a glass of water and everybody eventually ventures off. Harry drags Sam away to show him something, leaving only Blair and Y/N in the kitchen.

"I like your bracelet." Y/N says, trying to start a conversation.

"Thanks." Blair mutters, slightly rolling her eyes.

"So, uh, Sam says you met--"

"Do you always talk this much?" Blair cuts her off.

"Uh... sometimes." Y/N awkwardly chuckles. "I've barely even said anything, though."

"Well, you've said more than enough. No need to be a motormouth." Blaire remarks.

"Right. Sorry." Y/N mumbles, looking down at her hands.

"So sensitive." Blair sighs, walking out of the kitchen.

Y/N stares after her confused, wondering what she did wrong. Maybe the girl's just in a bad mood.

"Hey." Y/N turns to find Sam walk in. "Where's Blair?"

"Oh, uh, she just left. I think she went outside." Y/N informs.

"Okay. Do you like her?" Sam asks.

"Um..." Y/N trails off, not sure what to say. "Yeah. Yeah, she, uh... she seems nice." Y/N forces a smile. She's going to give Blair the benefit of the doubt, even though she's not sure if she should. Besides Sam seems happy and that's what's important.

"Great." Sam giddily smiles and Y/N's smile becomes slightly more genuine seeing her older brother happy. "You wanna go out there?"

"Uh, no. I'm... I'm just gonna stay in here. It's been a busy day, bit of quiet time would be cool." Y/N lies. All she's done today is sit around and watch TV.

"Okay." Sam nods. He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before practically dashing outside.

"You haven't done jackshit all day." Y/N jumps at the voice at the other twin.

"Jesus, Harry!" Y/N exclaims.

"I'm just saying. You've had plenty of quiet time today." Harry says.

"Being lazy isn't a quiet day." Y/N retorts.

"Well, it hasn't been a busy day. And I don't recall us getting on your nerves." Harry says.

"You're on them now." Y/N fires back.

Harry studies her, sensing something's wrong, but decides to leave it for later. He pinches her cheek before going outside.

At dinner that night, Blair was the sweetest she could be. All smiles and full of manners. She acted like she hadn't spoken the rude words. Y/N supposes they weren't that rude, but they still weren't something you really say to someone.

"I'm gonna drive Blair home." Sam announces.

"Okay, drive safe. It was wonderful seeing you, Blaire. Hope to see you again soon." Nikki warmly smiles at the girl.

"Oh, yes! I would love that." Blair gushes, hugging the woman. Everybody bids goodbyes, Y/N sitting at the bottom of the stairs.

"Bye." She calls as Sam walks outside, Blair being the only one around.

"You eat like a teenage boy and it's disgusting." Blair states.

"Well, I was raised with four of them." Y/N fires back, a sardonic smile on her face. Blair rolls her eyes, leaving.

- - -

Ever since that dinner, Blair comes over a lot more often... much to Y/N's disdain. Anytime the two are alone, Blair takes as many jabs at the Holland girl as she possibly can. But when somebody's around, she acts as if they're best friends and has done no wrong in life. Y/N absolutely hates it and isn't sure how her brothers don't see through the nice act.

Y/N wants to speak up, but she also wants Sam to be happy. And she's also not sure if anybody would even believe her.

Y/N is leaning against Tom's side as they sit on the couch in the living room and watch New Girl. They turn when they hear footsteps, seeing Sam and Blair walk in.

"Hey." Sam greets.

"Hi." Blair smiles.

"Hey. Hi, Blair." Tom waves.

"Hi." Y/N mutters, quickly turning her attention back to the TV. Sam sits next to her and Blair is on the other side of him.

"Ooh, I love this episode." Sam whispers.

"Don't you love all episodes?" Tom chuckles.

"Yeah, but this is one of my favorites." Sam says.

"Aren't they all basically you're--"

"Shut up, Tom." Sam cuts his brother off, making both of his siblings laugh.

"Sam, could you go get a beer?" Blair sweetly asks.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure." Sam says. "I'll get us all some snacks too." He offers, getting up. "Tom? Help?"

"Yeah." Tom gets up, Y/N whining when she falls onto the couch. "Sorry, Y/N/N. Personal heater is taking a break." Tom says, mockingly saluting her as he follows Sam into the kitchen.

"Are you always so clingy?" Blair wonders.

"What's it to you?" Y/N grumbles.

"I just think it's a bitchy thing to be clingy." Blair says.

"Where did I ask for your opinion?" Y/N bites, glaring at the older girl who glares right back.

"You know, if you weren't such a little shit, maybe more people would like you." Blair hisses.

"I'm an introvert. People not liking me is the dream." Y/N says, just to piss the blonde off.

Blair rolls her eyes, but before she can retort, the brothers make their return. Tom tosses a pack of Oreos at Y/N who barely manages to catch it.

"You could take somebody's eye out with that, you know?" Y/N says.

"But I didn't, did I?" Tom smiles at her. She sticks her tongue out at him and he reciprocates the action before sitting down next to her again.

- - -

It's been a few months since Blair first met the whole family and the secret verbal abuse towards Y/N has gotten under the girl's skin much more. At first, Y/N would always just brush the blonde's words off and fire back comments as best she could.

But over time, Y/N started getting less annoyed and more angry and hurt by the words that Blair would say to her. She didn't want to be affected by them, but they do and she hates that they do.

Y/N tried to talk to Sam about it, but he just brushed her off and defended Blair.

Now, the family of seven -- plus Tessa -- and Blair are all at the Holland household and enjoying the nice weather outside in the backyard.

Nikki, Dom, Harry, and Tom are sitting at the table, Tom talking about the new movie he's going to be in. Sam, Blair, and Paddy are sitting on chairs as Paddy talks about stuff happening at school. Y/N is sitting on the other side of the yard and shooting hoops, mostly out of boredom.

Y/N is simply minding her business when Blair makes her presence known.

"You know, being antisocial isn't very polite." Blair says. She keeps the sweet smile on her face so the others don't think anything of it.

"Being a bitch close to hearing distance? Getting risky, are we?" Y/N questions.

"I'm not being a bitch. I'm simply stating facts. You're antisocial and rude and a bitch and ugly and a terrible sister to your brothers. I mean, nobody in their right mind would ever love something that looks like you."

Y/N's jaw clenches, but she's unable to contain the anger that's been building up for months. Y/N throws the basketball at Blair, but she catches it, smirking.

"Have to do better than that, sweetheart." Blair says in a condescending tone. "You probably can't even put up a fight. You're too weak and tiny.

"I grew up with four brothers. Trust me, I can handle a fight." Y/N says.

"Sure you can." Blair says sarcastically.

Y/N tries to hold back, but before she's able to register it, her fist is colliding with Blair's face. The blonde lets out a noise of shock, dropping the basketball, a hand flying to her face.

"You psycho bitch!" Blair exclaims, slapping Y/N across the face. Y/N coldly chuckles, glaring at Blair. The rest of the family look over just as Y/N attacks Blair, the two starting to hit and tear at each other.

The rest of the Hollands rush over, attempting to break the fight up. Tom and Paddy try to drag Y/N off while Sam and Harry pull on Blair.

"Girls, girls!" Nikki tries to yell over the shouts and screams.

Eventually Tom is able to yank Y/N away as the twins hold Blair back.

"Enough!" Dom bellows, getting everybody to stop. "That's enough." He says in a calmer but still stern voice.

Blair takes a deep breath.

"I'm gonna, uh... I'm gonna go assess my injuries." Blair says, hurrying off inside. Tom keeps an arm around Y/N in case she decides to pounce. Once she's in, Sam turns to Y/N with a glare on his face.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" He questions.

"Sam--" Nikki starts.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with your bitch girlfriend?!" Y/N retorts.

"Don't call her a bitch! You're the one who started a whole fist fight." Sam states.

"Because she's been talking shit about me since the moment she met me!" Y/N informs earning an eye roll from Sam.

"God, stop being so jealous." Sam rolls his eyes.

"Sam." Tom warns, knowing whatever is said between either of them is probably going to be regretted later on.

"Jealous?!" Y/N shrieks. "I am not jealous!"

"Yes! Yes, you are! Look, I'm sorry I don't have as much time for you as I used to, but that doesn't mean you can ruin my relationship!" Sam shouts.

"I'm not trying to ruin anything! I'm trying to tell you about how she's not how she seems!" Y/N yells back.

"Could you just be happy for me for once?! Just let me be happy!"

Y/N looks at him with teary eyes, slightly glaring at him.

"Mate, come on." Harry whispers.

Y/N bats Tom's arm away from her, going for the house.

"Wait. Darling, wait!" Tom calls.

"Fuck off!" Y/N yells, going inside, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Both of them need to apologize to each other. Now. You and her too." Nikki orders Sam. The boy silently nods and his parents head inside.

Once it's just the four of them, Paddy slaps Sam on the chest.

"What the fuck was that?" Paddy asks.

"What?" Sam asks.

"She's not jealous. Have you ever known Y/N to lie?" Harry asks.

"To get stuff she wants, sometimes, yeah." Sam says.

"Yeah, like when she was little and wanted a cookie or something. She wouldn't lie about something that would effect any of our feelings." Tom says.

"Exactly. She cares too much." Paddy states.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go check on my girlfriend." Sam says, shoving past them.

"Yeah, because she's much more important than your sister!" Harry sarcastically yells out.

- - -

Y/N is lying in bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, dry tear stains on her cheeks. There's a knock on her door.

"Go away!" Y/N calls out.

The person behind the door just opens it, the girl turning to see Tom, Harry, and Paddy.

"I said go away." Y/N mutters, turning back around to face her wall.

"Here." Tom holds out two ice packs. "Your cheek and your hand. You both got each other pretty good." He says.

"Thanks." She mumbles, taking the ice packs. She puts one to her swollen cheek and holds the other to her knuckles.

"Look, we're on your side." Harry tells her.

"Thanks." Y/N quietly says.

Tom leans over and kisses her on the head, resting his chin on her arm to get a better look at her face, wincing when he sees the tear stains.

"I'm sorry about both of them." Tom quietly says. "I'll knock some sense into Sam, I promise." Y/N lightly smiles and Tom squeezes her arm comfortingly before leaving. Harry pats her leg before following Tom out.

Paddy doesn't leave, instead sitting on the bed and making himself comfortable, even turning the TV on.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asks.

"Not letting you be alone. Also if I see Sam, I might just punch him in the face. And I'm sure he's not coming in here." Paddy says.

- - -

A few days later, Y/N is on the couch and watching TV. Her, Sam, and Blair were forced to apologize to each other the other day, even though the three knew that none of them meant it.

The front door opens, but Y/N tunes whoever it is out, not in the mood to care. However, that soon changes when Blair walks into the living room.

"God, you're allowed back here?" Y/N asks.

"Hmm." Blair smiles. "Guess your family likes me more than you."

"No. Sam likes you more. But he's outnumbered." Y/N grins.

"If you weren't such a psychotic bitch, none of this would even be happening." Blair says.

"I'm the psychotic bitch?" Y/N asks.

"Yes. You hit me, remember?"

"Because you constantly insult anything and everything about me."

"Well, maybe you should look and act better. I mean, really?" Blair motions to Y/N's cropped shirt and shorts that only go a few inches down her thighs, but they're long enough to cover her butt. "You call those pajamas? You look like a fucking slut."

"What'd you just say?" The girls turn to find Sam in the entry way with two beers in hand.

"I, uh... I'm... well, she started it." Blair accuses. Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Even if she did start something, that doesn't mean you have a right to call her a slut." Sam says.

"Well-- I mean, isn't she, though?" Blair asks, making the eyes of both Hollands pop out of their sockets.

"No. No, you are not going to talk to or about my little sister that way." Sam declares, putting the beers on the coffee table.

"Okay, but really? Come on, Sammy. You wanna defend that thing?" Blair asks, motioning back to the girl on the couch.

""That thing" has a name and it's Y/N. And she's a much better person than you are." Sam says.

"Come on, Sam. You are always calling her annoying and complaining about her." Blair says.

"A. it's not always, it's happened maybe three or so times. And B. she's my sister. Only me and our brothers are allowed to do so. Nobody else. And we would never call her that." Sam declares.

"Sammy--"

"No. No, we're done. Get out." Sam orders.

"What? Come on, babe."

"No! Get the fuck out of this house!" Sam yells. "We're through!"

"Are you serious?" Blair asks.

"Extremely." Sam nods.

Blair turns to Y/N with a cold glare.

"Fuck you." Blair seethes.

"Don't talk to her. Get out." Sam demands, dragging Blair to the door and kicking her out. Sam sighs, leaning his forehead against the door, softly hitting it with his fist. "Damnit." He whispers to himself.

Sam trudges back into the living room, Y/N back to watching the TV. Sam goes over and sits on the coffee table facing her.

"I'm a complete and utter idiot." Sam states.

"Oh. Look who finally came to his senses." Y/N sardonically smiles.

"Look, I... I don't deserve it and I understand if you don't want to, but hopefully one day you forgive. I... I'm very, very sorry. I-- I should've believed you from the jump. You're my little sister, it's always you over a girl I've known for a few months. And I know you wouldn't make up something like that. And I'm sorry for everything I said the other day. I've been a massive dick."

"You're not gonna hear me disagreeing." Y/N tells him.

"I'm really sorry. I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Paint your nails, get you food, clean your room, whatever." Sam offers.

"Anything? Really?" Y/N asks.

"Well... I mean, not technically anything. Because I'm not going to endanger anybody or anything like that." Sam says.

"Get my pint of ice cream out of the freezer." Y/N says and Sam practically dashes into the kitchen. He soon returns with the pint and a spoon, giving them to Y/N.

"Thank you." She says, taking them and Sam nods. He sits on the couch by her feet. Sam takes sips of his beers as Y/N starts to eat her ice cream.

"You know... I was letting you be happy." Y/N says, breaking the silence between them.

"What?" Sam asks, looking over at her.

"The other day... you asked me to just let you be happy. That's what I was doing. It's why I let it go on for months." Y/N says.

"I'm sorry." Sam frowns, feeling terrible.

"I know you are. And I... mostly forgive you. But you're still waiting on me hand and foot until I say so." Y/N says.

"I deserve that." Sam agrees and Y/N grins.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14 @venomsvl

#sam holland #sam holland x sister reader #sam holland x sister!reader #tom holland #harry holland #paddy holland #holland!sister

[99liv3s]

Love your birth clinic stories. If you’re still taking submissions I’d love one like this:

Character name: Olivia

Partners name: Ryan

Eyes: green

Hair: Sandy blonde

Height: 5’2

Age: 22

Build: curvy hourglass but a little thick in hips, butt & thighs

Idea: young married couple with unplanned pregnancy. Partner is very supportive, yet Olivia still struggles with transition, and further with crowning and the ring of fire. She is very vocal about the pain & Ryan is supportive in down time but quiet & focused/concerned during commotion

Hope this is okay

Olivia was pushed onto the bed, completely naked and laughing as her husband, Ryan, jumped on top of her. Her messy sandy blonde hair covering her face, Olivia looked up at the love of her life with her green eyes, watching him remove his underwear. "Are you ready?" He asked with a mischievous grin, and Olivia nodded as Ryan entered her and began thrusting. "Ooh, yes, yes yes," she trilled as the young couple had sex. "Harder, baby," Olivia begged, and he increased speed. "Fill... me... full... and don't... worry... pretty... sure... you... can't... get... me... pregnant...!"

"Ooohhh, Ryan, it huurrtts!" Olivia moaned as she thrashed around on a birthing bed in the clinic, eight and a half months later. Ryan held his wife's hand as she moaned and cried, whispering soothing words to her. Olivia grimaced and shook her head as yet another contraction took hold, barely a minute after the last one. She was in full transition now, and Ryan knew she would be pushing soon. "It's ok, baby," he consoled her. "I'm here, just breathe through the pain!" "We'll see our baby soon enough!" Ryan grinned, still amazed that they had gotten pregnant. They certainly had not planned for this, but as Olivia's bump grew and grew over the past few months, the two of them had admitted to each other that they were excited about becoming parents. Olivia squealed as the pain worsened even more, her legs kicking around as she tossed and turned. Ryan had trouble keeping his hand in hers as she struggled, unsuccessfully, to find some comfort. "Babe, I have to push!" Olivia suddenly cried out. She bore down, but Ryan stopped her. "Don't push yet... wait for the doctor to say it's ok!" he said.

"Ok, you are fully dilated," the doctor said over Olivia's loud moans, ten seemingly long minutes later. "Time to have a baby!" "That's what... I've been... doing..." Olivia responded as she shook in the stirrups. Ryan continued to hold her hand as she constantly moaned and cried, but he had quieted somewhat, focusing on keeping calm himself and letting the doctor speak. "On the next contraction, when you feel it, push," the doctor ordered. "AAHH I FEEL IT RIGHT NOW!" Olivia shouted, her body already bearing down. "That's it, just like that," the doctor said as Olivia pushed, squeezing Ryan's hand so hard it had gone numb. "You're doing so good, baby," he said soothingly as Olivia panted. "I'm never letting you inside me again!" She blurted out as the next contraction took hold, and Ryan simply smiled, knowing how untrue that would be. Olivia screamed as she pushed, feeling the pressure inside her move down into her vagina, and then the burning started. "Oh...OH...OOOHHH...AAHHH...EEEE...AAAAHHHH...RYAN HELP ME IT HURTS IT BURNS AHHHHHH!!" She yelled breathlessly. "That's normal," the doctor responded. "That means you're getting close to getting this baby out." "Almost there babe," Ryan said to his wife's grimacing face. "OOOH NEXT TIME YOU BE THE ONE TO PUSH A BIG BABY OUT," Olivia snapped as the head stretched her open even wider. Ryan, still smiling, reached over and, with a nod of approval from the doctor, began stroking Olivia's stretched pussy with his free hand gently, in an attempt to help. "DON'T STOP!" Olivia cried out as she felt her husband's touch, groaning as she pushed again. After another minute of this, the head popped out with a jolt and a gush of fluids. "OOOH MY GOD!" Olivia cried out, as Ryan cheered. "The head's out baby," he said. "Wanna feel it?" Ryan guided his wife's hand down to the head of their child hanging out of her vagina. As she felt it, Olivia gasped in amazement. "One more push," the doctor said, and Olivia immediately bore down again. The baby was born another minute later. "Olivia, babe, you did it," Ryan cried happily over the baby's cries and his wife's heavy pants of relief. "It's a girl!" "We have a daughter!!" "She beautiful!"

(Your character rolled a 4 = Single baby birth)

[hoetachi]

REMEMBER THE TIME — KARS

➸ part 1

do you remember the time when we first met, girl?

[o/n] — old world name

wc 3.7k

the trip was quiet and quite awkward on your end. you couldn't believe you actually went through with such a plan you made up on the spot, but for what? you wished you knew the answer on why you was really going with this mysterious being when all you had was a knot in your stomach that urged you to find out

so far into the ride back to his domain, he had made small talk with you which you only gave short responses to due to your guard remaining up. "do you have any requests for dinner once we reach?" he tilt his head slightly to watch your features as you gave it some thought.

you were starting to feel anxious under his intense gaze and decided to direct your attention out towards the moving scenery. he realized him giving you his full undivided attention was quite too much and internally scolded himself before looking through his own window as well, "there's no rush in what you may crave, dearest. take as much time you deem necessary" he reassured. the endearment caused your cheeks to swell with immense heat, but due to your pigmentation, it couldn't tell on you thankfully

you tried your best not to do your own gazing, but couldn't help but marvel at how handsome his side profile was. from the loose curl that peeked from his headscarf to the ruby colored eyes that held a hint of yearning and resentment that you personally wanted to know what was the cause.

you pondered for some time, not realizing the constant movement of the carriage came to an halt. once coming back from your busy mind, you were face with a hand outstretched towards you.

"may i, o/n?" his voice as gentle as the appearance of his palm. his aura so inviting as if it was a trance of some sort

you almost interlocked fingers, however you knitted your brows at the name he called you. it felt so familiar, so natural to be called that... yet again you don't know why. you took his hand as he assisted you carefully out of the carriage, thanking him quietly as you slip your hand out of his grasp and examine your surroundings.

bloomed floral swaying melodically to the gentle gush of wind as they were having their own little festival. he strode gracefully towards the bouquet of baby pink floral, "the naked-lady-lily some has called it, but i prefer.." you crouched and carefully caressed the petals of said flower.

"..belladonnas" you both said simultaneously. you looked up towards him as he gazed down at you with an unreadable expression. the intensity of his gaze once again made you flustered and cowered a bit

"wamuu they've returned!"

your embarrassment soon turned into confusion at the sound of new voices rippling through the crisp air. a massive man with coarse white hair ran with the energy of a child who haven't seen their parent in a day of school. something about it brought a shy smile to your full lips, but you soon noticed another figure running after the man heading towards your direction. he had a look of annoyance as well a golden piece of jewelry that clung to his bottom lip. you could say these men where otherworldly in their appearance for sure..

the two finally met you where you stood and the one with the lip jewelry instantly kneeled as the other just took your hands in his grasp with a passionate greeting

"oh my! it's so nice to finally meet you, mistress o/n!" he exclaimed following a warm smile and you returned it yet you were becoming more confused on the inside at the name.

you shift your attention from the one now peppering your hands with kisses and praises to the man that got back on his feet, "i hope this numbskull isn't bombarding you too much, mistress o/n" he scolded the excited man, forcing him to release your hands in which you rubbed them on your pants to rid of his saliva

"i'm sorry but you two are sadly mistaken. i'm not this 'o/n' you keep referring to me as" you politely informed and now it was them with the confused expression. the name didn't bother you, but you wanted to know what— or who was this o/n and why did they keep misidentifying you for them

"but you look like the port—"

"could you both give us some time to ourselves, please?" kars interrupted causing you raised a brow at what the man was going to say

the annoyed man noticed his master's demeanor and followed with ease "surely master. come esidisi" he placed a hand on the white haired man's shoulder. he looked towards you with a sadden smile, "it was a pleasure to meet you, mistress" he said as you were carefully escorted away from the two and towards two towering stone doors

the foyer was massive, it looked like it once had humongous events with lots and lots of people. a quiet wow left your lips from the sight of the dark purple and gold decor. "who were those two?" you finally questioned as you continued to follow him subconsciously behind the man

"my loyal subjects, esidisi and wamuu. you'll learn to tolerate esidisi and his.. excitement" his tone seemed less amused at the mention of esidisi's behavior

"what did he mean by he heard stories of me? is this an ambush!?" you said with an accusatory tone. if it was an planned ambush to kill you and take the amulet, you felt so naive to go with this unknown man just based of a feeling that you were still unsure about.

he stopped dead in his tracks at your tone and turned to face you. seeing you distressed, made him a bit worried. "this isn't an ambush of any sort, o/n. i give you my word." he attempted to reassure as he inched towards you with out hand, but stopped once you took a couple steps back with a wry gaze. the thought that you now feared him made his chest tightened; it was the last thing he wanted you feel towards him

"my name is y/n. it is the name lisa lisa has given me since i've came across her, please refer to me as such" you demanded with tense brows.

kars admired you dearly, but didn't mean your demands will be taken with a grain of salt. "well, i believe it's now appropriate to introduce myself because what kind of host would i be?" he quipped as a smile danced across his lips. "i am kars and y/n, if you don't mind me asking, do you remember how you came across ms lisa lisa?" curiousity laced his question

"i.." it's been so long since your run in with lisa, it was now a fuzzy memory with incoherent sentences. something like white noise in your head and it was starting make your head throb

"you don't remember, do you?"

"why am i here?" you changed the subject before the white noise ringing throughout your mind caused a migraine of some sort. he cleared his throat as he began to walk around the foyer, optics bouncing from fixtures to fixtures "to spend 5 days and 5 nights in my home"

"what is the reasoning for such an bizarre request?"

"you'll learn in time.. o/n or should i say y/n"

—

the two men that you now knew as wamuu and esidisi, showed you to your living quarters. "master kars knew due to it being your first night in our home, it was best to give you your own wing of the palace"

you shared a gentle smile at the two gentlemen. "he has my greatest thanks as well as you two" you grasped each of their hands with gratitude

"anything for you mistress o/— y/n" esidisi bowed under your touch, hoping you didn't take offense to his slip up. you pat his head gently, letting him know you weren't upset with him

"no need to bow. i bleed just like you bleed, remember that"

"still pragmatic.." you heard wamuu mumbled before he cleared his throat

"master kars said to us to meet with him after guiding you to your residence, so enjoy your new room. santana will fetch you once dinner is ready, mistress y/n" wamuu informed before turning and walking away causing esidisi to scramble to his feet and go after the man but not before yelling

"yell if you need anything. no matter how big or small the request may be!"

"you have my thanks again" you yelled back before turning and facing the giant door once again, exhaling a breath you didn't know you were holding. you grabbed the knob and pushed, which you didn't put much effort in

the room was nothing you could've ever imagine. the bed was most likely a king-sized with royal purple silk sheets with a enchanting gold canopy drawn back so invitingly; the walls were a creamish beige color with white accents on the ceiling along with gold embroideries aesthetically patterned around the room. however what really capture your attention was the large vanity near the balcony that was ajar; the vanity reminded you of lisa lisa and how she would asked you to brush her hair for her after an exhausting day with jojo

now your mind was on jojo, which made you subconsciously took a seat on the plush mound of the back-less chair. you missed joseph and his antics as well as his worrying over you. he treated you like a little sister, always so teasing, yet always so kind with him. you were happy to be apart of this little family with him and lisa lisa, but sometimes it saddens you because you didn't know or matter of fact, remember who was your family before. you pray someday you'll be united

you sighed dolefully and right after you yawned unexpectedly. you never realized how tired you were from this journey and the things you've encountered so far. you looked over to the bed, it was so alluring; it felt like it was inviting you to rest with just it looks, and it must've been true with how you slipped your boots off and shuffled your feet over. at the first touch of the sheets, you felt your tiredness intensify. there was no fighting it now as you climbed in and snuggle up against the cool pillow

as you now laid peacefully in your slumber, there was a thudding sound coming from the balcony that soon started to irritate you as you slept. pulling yourself from your well-deserved rest, you dragged your feet to the source and swiftly closed the doors. as you turned to return back to bed, you collided with something and before you could fall two colossal arms wrapped around your waist

you looked up and was met with a pair of red eyes. "kars...?" you whispered and oh how'd you whispered his name could remove all oxygen from his lungs and breathe life into another. "yes, y/n?"

"w-what are you doing here?"

"oh," he realized he let his embrace last a bit longer than expected and quickly brought you to an upright position to stand before taking a step back. "santana came to fetch you for dinner, however you didn't show.." his eyes shift elsewhere and you could tell your absence was quite disheartening

"my apologies. the trip here was quite a long one and i didn't realize how tiring it was until i got into this room, which is gorgeous to mention"

"i should've been considerate of your well being once we've arrived, my deepest apologies" he turned his back to you as he walked further into your room

"it's fine really" you reassured as you came up behind him and placing a hand against his back. he smiled at your touch and sighed

"well since your awake now, would you like dinner?" he asked. you already felt bad for missing out on a meal that specifically prepared for you and would hate for him to waste even more food on another dish

so you immediately began protesting, "i don't want to be difficul—"

"lamb or cow?" he interrupted, towering over you with a blank stare. you knew there was so winning this so you might as well play along

"lamb" you answered bashfully

—

"i present to you spring lamb ragù" he grinned as he revealed the simmering dish and you were taken back how delicious it looked and the smell it emitted was even better. he placed the plate in front of you as he went to his end of the table. you took your cutlery and dig in without hesitation

"this is really delicious" you complimented as you continued to feast. through your lashes you noticed him staring once again, however his expression was unreadable once again as he slouched back in his chair with his fingers interlocked just below his eyes, covering his nose and mouth

"is something the matter?" you swallowed

he waved a hand, "no... it's just the necklace.. really suits you" he shyly complimented. even though the only light that was emitting the dinner table was candles, you could see the slight change his complexion around his cheeks

“why, how sweet of you” you thanked before taking a sip of your wine. it velvety in texture, ruby red in appearance and you couldn’t help but notice the cherry and raspberry aftertaste with the sudden aroma of vanilla. it had to be one of the best wines you ever came across so far

you both sat in silence for a while and it was starting to bother you with its heavy tension, so you decided to break the silence first

"what are you if you don't mind me asking, kars?" you asked

"i’m many things: god, an ancient king, father nature and many more, but i am just a man who wants to be with his beloved again” his eyes locked with yours for that last part and it was all starting to make sense to you now. this agreement wasn’t about the amulet but it didn’t make sense

“and you’re saying.. i am her?”

“without a doubt in my soul”

he continued to explain and express how you were his lost lover and strangely enough it was making sense but not at the same time, but one thing you are sure about was he did made you feel something and you were more than willing to explore a bit more..

—

ever since the first night you had dinner with the men, you became to relax more within their presence. in a strange way it became nostalgic to you, as if you already had this ongoing bond with them. you spent quite a lot of time at night with kars; getting to know him and sharing thoughts on what the future may hold over your secret nightly dinners, which started moving to his bedroom quickly

“thank you for the night. i’ve really enjoyed this” you smiled as you twiddled with your fingers whilst the both you traveled to your side of the palace. with all this time spent, you were comfortable with him, at peace to say the least. this feeling was starting to feel very nostalgic for you. you stopped and offered a hug which he obliged to. your fingers combed the nape of hair that was sleeked up into a ponytail and gazed admirably over his features

"i'm glad i could make this experience joyous for you" a low groan bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his ribs expand to accommodate the stretch of his lungs as he eagerly breathes you in. it's overwhelming, the sweetness of your scent being something he'll never dare to forget

"i believe this is where we part ways" you pulled in your bottom lip, nervous at what you were going to suggest next. you didn't know if it was the tension or the wine causing the millions of butterflies to flutter sporadically in your abdomen but you were feeling bold

"..it don't have to..." a small smile tugged at your pump lips as you stared up at the man. he returned the gesture as well as placing a calloused hand under your chin and a thumb caressing the small of your cheek

"as tempting as your offer is..." the space left between the both of you was torture. you just wanted to touch him, see if his lips could compare to those of the finest silk. you leaned more as well as him and waited to for your question to be answered. the ghost of his breath so alluring against your lips. unfortunately, it just stayed a ghost since nothing came except for a peck on your cheek "you must rest, little one" you opened your eyes once again with longing and he could feel his heart twist

a man you were incredibly fond of...maybe even smitten with. You weren't sure, but you could feel your heart swell when you were around him. his gentle touches and tender kisses to your cheeks, hands, and forehead filled you with an inexpressible warmth and his smile... you'd move mountains to see his smile or hear the deep rumble of his laughter. it's only been three days and your thoughts were consumed with him

your 5 days past so quickly. it left you yearning for his company like a throbbing wound begging to be attended to. the trip back to lisa lisa's residence was quite resentful to say the least. you were greeted with worried jojo and his literal breathtaking embrace. you reassure the young joestar there's nothing to worry about and you were scratch-free from any wounds he may have thought you'd endure during your stay

"never go off with a strange random man thing ever again, you hear me!?" he scolded with a hard gaze. you shrugged, eyes drifting down to the red jewel that grace your neck and gently stroke around its edges. lisa lisa took notice your absentminded demeanor and quickly thrown out a random exercise for jojo to occupy himself with so you could spend some time to grieve your departure.

your eyes stayed on the glimmering jewelry and more disorienting moments appeared in your mind. this time it was the same necklace but someone was placing it for you before placing a kiss to your nape before whispering something incoherent. you reached the end of the hallway where your room resided and entered. you looked around the luxurious space, and unintentionally compared to the room you stayed in with kars.

you reached your bed and dragged your fingertips along the fabric of the sheets, reminiscing on the nights you shared engrossed in deep conversation with the man. you continued to reminisce as you changed out the clothes you traveled in to the articles of clothing that was away in the small chest given to you.

you didn't realized how much of your skin was exposed until you feel almost  every goosebump over your skin once you heard a voice from behind you.

"how could you be shy of your own beauty?"

"who are you… and who am i?" you whispered so softly your voice could become one with the wind. the intense gaze of admiration and curiosity was drowning his heart out; the urge to just stop the cat and mouse game and just capture your glossed lips was all too much for him to bare

"i am icarus and i loved the sun too much. do you still not remember us?" his question almost sounded like a desperate whine for your memory and you were truly trying to search the vast recollection, however only bits and pieces of laughs and vows of devotion to a being with those same rubellite iris

tears clung to your lashes as they threatened to stream like lonely rivers, "i.. i remember moments of a love so beautiful... so kind and gracious and only i wish i haven't fallen ill so they would've heard my confession of love for them.." you turned your head away so the man wouldn't witness your moment of weakness as those tears escaped in pairs. "all i have to remember him by is that amulet you were after and a phrase that was said" you sighed defeatedly as begged your conscience to help you remember that man.

he embraced you, falling to his knees. he placed soft kisses to your collarbone, chest, naval, the top of your thighs before rising back up to your lovely face. seeing you in this outfit brought back so many memories, so many emotions that he had to act upon. his arms wrapped around your waist whilst he dipped you slightly with eyes of anguish. his mind had stopped being so loud and now his heart was the one to take accordingly.

he needed you more than you could ever imagine; you’re too precious for anyone except for him. “she is more precious than rubies; nothing no man desire can compare to her” your bodies became one as he latch his lips on to yours eagerly. the sweet taste of your lipstick satiated a deep hunger within him as his tongue continued to explore the wonders of your mouth. you were starting to feel dizzy from the intensity of the kiss and unwillingly pulled back for a breath of air

that phrase he said before taking you echoed by the doubles in your mind and you felt your heart stop as everything started to piece together finally

"my love..." you gazed up towards him with shocked and a warmth of nostalgia. you were finally infront of the man that made you feel like the most precious thing known to mankind. "it's been so long my love" you could see the glistening in his eyes as he grinned happily, "but it doesn't have to be that way no more"

"stay at the palace with me. you can either give jojo the amulet or keep it. it doesn't matter to me no more knowing you now remember our lost love" it was now settled. you told lisa lisa and joseph the news and though they were saddened at your permanent departure for the residence, they were glad your memory was restored and you could be with your beloved and the family you left unintentionally once again. you said your farewells and made promises to visit every once in a while before entering the carriage you grew custom with

“this will be a new chapter in our lives, so what do you want to go by within this new chapter?” he asked as your hand rested comfortably in his

“your wife.”

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