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angstyx · 1 year

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one where the reader donates some money to get a tts message to play? (gender neutral, wilbur, fundy, and karl or more if you can ^^)

Reactions to You Donating to Them

Includes: George, Wilbur Soot, Fundy, Karl, Tommy, Sapnap

TW: cursing, small cringe? idk

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: i didnt know if you wanted platonic or romantic so i did a mix of them

also ngl this was fun and i had a bunch of ideas so let me know if you want a part 2

and hey, been a while hasn’t it? This has been finished for a while I just didn’t feel like posting it

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George

« [username] donated $10! » “hi babe can do me a favor and go get the food I just ordered <33"

he's literally so confused from how random the message was

you knew he was streaming so of course you had to tease him

chat is laughing and telling george to listen to you and to go get the food

"[name]... you're literally in the room next to mine. You could get it yourself."

« [username] donated $10! » “shhh don't expose me like that and fyi im binge watching my favorite show rn so i'm busy"

literally deadpans at the camera

"[name] i'm literally streaming right now"

« [username] donated $15! » "aw okay :(( well no mcdonalds for you then... and i was hoping i could feed you too </3 "

blushes from your teasing

chat is going wild. i repeat. chat is going wild

[dsmp_fan] "george listen to [name] and get the mcdonalds so they can feed it to you >:/"

in the end he gave in and got the mcdonalds for you

chat wouldnt let him live the moment down but hey at least he got to eat some french fries

Wilbur Soot

« [username] donated $20! » "wilbur open the fucking door right now"

"huh [name]? what are you talking about?"

« [username] donated $10! » "i was bored so now i'm outside your office cause i want to be on your stream. now open the fucking door"

"say less"

literally RUNS to the door to open it without giving it a second thought

he was still un-muted though so chat could barely hear the conversations between you too

"why are you here [name]? and... why do you have a box of cookies with you"

"like i said i was bored and did i forget to say i'm hungry?"

"it's 2am"

"yet you're streaming?"

"touché"

Fundy

« [username] donated $15! » "babe what do you want for lunch"

"oh hey [name]! uh i'm not sure. what do you have in mind?"

« [username] donated $10! » "well we can either go out or have it sent to us"

"well i think we both know what's the better option"

« [username] donated $10! » "doordash it is. how does [your favorite restaurant/food] sound?

"perfect"

the viewers who were new to his streams were absolutely confused

was this normal? do you two usually communicate like this? with you just donating to him?

the viewers who always watched his streams were used to it

it happened almost every other stream basically

Karl

« [username] donated $30! » "KARL!! MY FAVORITE STREAMER AND MY BEST FRIEND!! :D"

a huge smile appears on his face the second he reads your donation and message

"[name]!!! MY BEST FRIEND!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?"

quackity who was in a call with karl couldnt help but fake-gasp

i mean basically everyone knows he loves to be dramatic

"KARL I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND" D:

« [username] donated $20! » "shut up quackity :/ karl is my best friend, go find a new one. oh and i'm doing good karl"

karl just laughs while quackity fake sobs and starts cursing at you

« [username] donated $10! » "karl can i join the call? it'll be easier to talk to quackity "

"uh sure... no yelling please"

« [username] donated $20! » "no promises"

the second you joined, you began cursing and yelling at quackity

like you said, no promises

Tommy

« [username] donated $10! » "hey idiot, can i join your stream"

"first of all, how dare you call me a idiot and second of all, no"

« [username] donated $10! » "why not"

couldnt help but scoff at your message as chat begs tommy to let you join

chat absolutely loves the banter between you two though it usually ended in tommy's mom yelling at him from how loud he was cursing into the mic

"because i said so"

« [username] donated $50! » "what if i give you money"

"that won't make me change my mind"

« [username] donated $10! » "okay fine :/ how about i stop being annoying to you"

he was actually thinking hard about this one

not even joking

"wait actually? hmm... what do you think chat?"

« [username] donated $10! » "hurry up and decide"

"okay fine, you can join"

« [username] donated $10! » "yay :D"

*queue you joining the call*

"I never said how long i'll stop being annoying so ha hey you bitch"

*queue you being kicked from the call*

« [username] donated $1! » "fuck you"

Sapnap

« [username] donated $10! » "did you eat my ice cream"

literally looked at the donation message for a second before immediately looking away

the guilt is clearly on his face

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw any ice cream in your mini-fridge."

« [username] donated $10! » "huh strange, I never mentioned it being in my mini-fridge"

oh shit

he's done for

"uh well i guessed cause i always see food in there like ice cream"

« [dsmp_fan] donated $5! » "stop fucking lying sapnap"

"how could you betray me like this, chat. I swear i didnt take your ice cream [name]"

« [username] donated $10! » "fine i believe you"

"thank you"

...

« [username] donated $10! » "you fucker i literally see the empty ice cream pint on the table behind you"

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pinkgy · 5 months

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Hello, a new writing blog with great writing!

How about some NSFW headcanons for the paradise lost demons (whb)? I'm not sure if you write for them since the request rules don't really specify it, so feel free to just ignore this if you don't.

Have a nice day!

Hi Anon !

Yes, I do write for every character from every of the fandoms listed in my request post.

I’m sorry if my headcanons might lack a bit of accuracy or are not as specific as the ones I wrote for the kings, we don’t know much yet about the Paradise lost demons so I’m writing this based of on my opinion, some investigation and the little content we’ve seen in the game so far about them.

Hope you like it and thank you so much for your request♡

𝗪𝗛𝗕 !

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

GN!Reader + Reader has a pussy + Slight mentions of She/Her pronouns in Buer’s.

𝗖𝗪: Overstimulation, Edging, Dacryphilia, Shibari, Toys (Vibrators), Praising, Degradation, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Lingerie, Somnophilia.

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⇒ He's a Top without a doubt, there's no debating in this, he would get mad at you if you dared to suggest the idea of him being a sub.

⇒ Lucifer is actually pretty sweet, yes, he does a lot of questionable things while "pleasuring you" but he never does anything that hurt you too much, you have a safe word and many other ways where you can communicate to him any discomfort you might have and he Iso gives the best aftercare.

⇒ He's into shibari, this mostly because this way he can have you all to his mercy so he can toy with you for hours until your face is covered in tears.

⇒ He's the worst when he overstimulates you or when he edges you, by doing that he forgets any kind of limits you have set for him, you can beg him to stop, he won't, the more you cry, the more he does it. If he is eating your pussy while he aggressively thrusts his fingers in and out and you are sobbing and telling him to stop, he is going to do it faster, harder and way for aggresively.

⇒ There's no such a thing as normal sex with him, he's into a lot of shit, one crazier than the other, and he's also pretty good at analyzing you and he can figure out pretty quickly the things you like, and Lucifer will also be into those things.

⇒ "You say that it's too much ? Well, this cunt tells me overwise, and those beautiful tears all over your face don't seem to be out of pain, so don't lie to me and give me one more

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗦

⇒ Marbas confuses me, he technically cant be freed from his restraints without Lucifers permission because his libido and violence are to dangerous for EVERYONE, but for the sake of this headcanon, lets say that he's not that bad when he's free. (ill include some headcanons where he's tied up tho, thats literally his kink)

⇒ Marbas is a Top, the fact that he's into being tied up does not means he subs, he definitely doesn't.

⇒ He would tie you up if you begged enough or as a punishment, but you better appreciate it, it doesn’t happen as often as you’d think.

⇒ He loves when you use toys on him while hes tied up, specially those wired bullet vibrators, he's soooo into being defenseless in front of you.

⇒ When he's tied up he loves being overstimulated, suck his dick nonstop or furiously rub it it up and down or play with his dick head, the sight of your face covered in his cum makes him go crazy.

⇒ But in spite of this headcanons, he tops, a l w a y s, you can have him tied up and ruining him with a bunch of bullet vibrators attached to his dick, he's dominating you somehow.

⇒ "Do i look that weak to you ? speed up that vibrator right fucking now or else im not fucking you"

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗫

⇒ I don’t know why, but he gives switch vibes, but is leaning towards subbing.

⇒ Morax likes to be taken care of but not to the point of being a pillow prince.

⇒ Omg praise him please, he’ll become the whiniest boy out there, tell him how beautiful he is when he cums or how cute his moans are.

⇒ He’ll do anything for you, if you want him to completely submit to you, he will, and if you want him to fuck you senseless and completely rail you, he will, Morax is the definition of being into what you’re into.

⇒ As his kink says, he’s into body modifications, if you have one, he’ll go crazy, and if you don’t, that’s fine for him. But if you wanted to get one, even if it’s temporary, just to please him, you’ll drive him crazy, not because of the modification, but because of the intention.

⇒ “Just tell me, whatever you want me to do, just tell me, I’m yours, every part of me is your property, I’m here to please you and only you”

𝗕𝗨𝗘𝗥

⇒ He’s neither a dom nor a sub, but he’s not a switch, he just likes to feel good and likes to make you feel good, but he tends to get a bit dominant sometimes.

⇒ Wear fluffy lingerie, bonus points if it’s animal themed. (I don’t see him being into pet play tho, but who knows)

⇒ Buer is a box full of surprises, you never know his next move, he can be kissing you in the most romantic way possible, and then suddenly he’s spitting in your mouth.

⇒ Buer has something that makes me believe that he’s into somnophilia, but receiving it, he likes to challenge you to make him cum without waking him up, and the feeling of having his pants wet with his cum makes him go crazy.

⇒ He would love a pillow princess, to just please her and only her for hours, that’s a big fantasy of his.

⇒ “We have all the time in the world, so for this night and every night you want, so let me be the one that makes you feel the best you’ve ever felt”

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #what in hell is bad x reader #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb satan #whb lucifer #whb morax #whb buer #whb marbas #whb Lucifer x reader #whb Morax x reader #whb Marbas x reader #whb buer x reader

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didishawn · 1 year

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Im begging you for a Ferran smuuuut, you are so fucking talented with your writing!!!!

Off limits (Ferran x Lewandowski! Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, size kink, Lewy as an overprotective brother, he is not dating Sira on this

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There is an unwritten rule in football.

Sisters are off limits.

Doesn't matter how attracted you are to a teammate's sister, how much chemistry you have, how much she is begging you with her eyes to fuck her, you mustn't, you can't, or there will be trouble.

Ferran had never truly thought much about the rule, he liked it really, never been able to imagine his sister dating one of his teammates, so he always guessed it was an ok rule.

That is until you entered his life.

Robert Lewandowski was exactly what Barça was waiting for, a joy after Messi's departure that broke everyone's hearts.

The man was awesome too, both as a footballer and as a person, even if still a bit confused with Spanish, he always gave his best to get along with teammates.

Soon after his arrival, he decided to organise a house party, a pool one taking chance of the summer heat, searching to strengthen relationships with his new team.

That's when Ferran met you, dressed in a skimpy bikini and a cheerful smile, trying your best to communicate with the team.

He felt a sense of pride towards himself and his time on Manchester when Pedri lamented not knowing English next to him, Gavi was too young, same with Balde, he cursed Eric and Ansu because how they didn't waste a second to surround you.

There was joy in his heart though, when he noticed he was the one you had set your pretty eyes on.

There were bright smiles on your faces as you chatted, he fell in love with your giggling, how you twirled your hair, how you were not afraid at all to show him exactly how attracted you were to him. How you played with his chain and complimented him on it, compliments algo being thrown at his physique, you were flirting when you asked him to sometime help you to work out.

You were a minx, a temptation that he unfortunately realised he couldn succumb when he felt Robert Lewandowski's hard gaze on his back. So he was set on forgetting about you and your sultry smile that he knew he could never have.

You didn't let him though, showing up to matches, training, yet ignorant to his presence you were not about to drag yourself after him -that was something he had to do if he truly wanted you.

And God, does he want you.

Ferran feels as if flying, a goal and an assistance after so long, he felt it as a way to answer to all those internet trolls that have nothing better to do than tearing him down.

Lewandowski, ever the great man, offers to take them all out to dinner.

And of course you are here how could you not? All pretty with your brother's number on your back, laughing at whatever Ansu and Eric - the other winner of the night, afe telling you. His jaw is clenched, and he feels like fighting his friends.

There is a moment where your eyes meet, yours dating him, teasing him to get him to talk to you after so long, still, he doesn't dare to, not with your brother watching them all, making sure none of them get too close to his dear little sister.

The table starts to empty, players wanting to rest with their families back home, Lewandowski leaves with a warning eye, daring everyone to even try anything with you, asking you to not come home late.

Pedri and Gavi -ever the duo, leave. Only Ansu, Eric, him and you are left.

"Do you want us to take you home? It's on our way" Ansu asks you, he too about to leave along Eric.

You shake your head with a kind smile "No, it's alright, I am not going directly home tonight"

They all rise an eyebrow, curious, yet no one dares to ask. It's only you and him left, and not even like that you talk to him, picking up your stuff and walking out from the restaurant, he follows close behind.

"Soo, what are you doing now?" you give him a side eye.

"So we are on talking terms again?"

"We always have!"

"So what was that about ignoring me?"

"You ignored me too"

"I ignored you because you started, I wasn't about to follow you around like a lost puppy"

Ferran is regretful "Well, I just felt kind of scared I guess. Your brother's glare is enough to kill a man"

You huff "Don't you tell me, always scaring off my boyfriends and reminding me about some unwritten rule about-"

"-sisters being off limits"

"Yeah, exactly"

The two of you are quiet, eyes on each other.

"You have no idea how I wish the rule didn't exist, you have no idea how much I want you since seeing you walking around in that tiny bikini of yours"

"I may or may have not already seen you around and decided to put it on to make an impression"

"God, you are killing me over here"

"You know..." you take a step closer, looking up to him, you hand playing with jewelery on his neck "... what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him"

Ferran doesn't answer for a second, his gaze doesn't falter from yours.

".... Get in my car"

That's how you end up like this, your legs over Ferran's shoulders, his hips pistoning into yours, completely filling you up, his pace doesn't falter as his lips are on yours.

"God, you feel so fucking tight around me, darling. So small, I can fucking see me inside of you" he is rambling, isn't even sure of what he is saying.

His hands push against the bulge on your stomach, making you whine out, both of your moans are uncontrollable.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this, my love. From the first time I set eyes on you, I wanted you. Hated how everyone surrounded you when you should have been mine from the first moment"

"Fuck you and your morals for making me wait so long, god, Ferran, you are so big, can feel you so fucking deep"

His figure completely envelopes you, if someone were to enter the room they wouldn't be able to see you. He is so big everywhere in comparison to you, he is everywhere you look, everything you want, you want him to fill you up to the brim.

Youe hand reaches towards the jewelery adorning his neck, pulling him to meet your lips again, he separates, grinning down at you "I am starting to think you have a kink with my chain"

"I do, I am not ashamed of it"

He lazily grins, his hips are nothing alike, the bed is shaking, you hope a dent won't from on the wall, but it seems likely.

"God, I am coming soon, darling. Cum with me pretty"

His words bring you to extasis, finally finding the release you have waited so much to come from this man, your walls tighten around him, he whines, groans, moans all the sounds that get you hornier.

You are on cloud 9 as he continues to fuck you, his cock slamming into you, his hips start to tremble before you finally feel him fill you up, he falls into your chest, breathing heavily but not coming out.

He notices your faraway look, kissing your cheek, massaging your sides.

"Come on, darling, we are not done yet, we have months to make up for"

Needless to say, as you arrive home the next Morning, Robert is furious, more so when you refuse to say to whom the marks on your neck belong to.

And when it doesn't take long for him to figure out who the giver is, Ferran is sure the man has a future on private investigation after retiring as he runs away from the Polish.

#barca #fc barca #pedri #spanish nt #barcelona #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #Gavi #Ansu fati #eric garcía

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television-pil0t · 1 year

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I be goin though my page 2 hours after posting like “damn girl what happened to you” completely forgetting I have bpd 💀💀 once second I want my bf to fucking die, the next I want to kill myself, the next I’m throwing up having a severe panic attack, the next im begging for my bf to fucking TALK TO ME, the next im like “the fuck am I begging for a white mans attention when I can literally just go fuck LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE?! I’m incredibly attractive and don’t deserve to be treated like this and I won’t stand for it any more I’m gonna break up with him” then I’m like “lol nah he said he loves me false alarm guys” then I’m like “god hates me and my punishment and this” then I’m like “I’m so happy I love being alone” then I’m like “WHY AM I SO ALONE I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY” then I’m like “I never wanna speak to a single person ever again” then I’m like “all my friends hate me and I’m alone and gonna kms.

Bpd is crazy💀 sometimes I genuinely doubt I have it but writing this shit down has helped so much. I swear to god if I didn’t have this page I would have been single because I probably would have split on my bf and I would’ve been lonely from cutting off my friends.

I swear this account genuinely helps so much. Like I communicate with my bf but he doesn’t have to know when I literally cut myself because he’s not paying enough attention to me. That’s fucked up and weird. I don’t want him to know when i think he’s annoying and weird and off putting and when im genuinely mad at him because he goes through the same shit every year and calls it “healing” as if he doesn’t cry about the same shit every year and I’m fucking sick and tired it. Im never telling him that because thats so fucked up??

I know my thoughts and feelings are fucked but I can hide them and move on so much better when I say it here. Like I’m getting my anger out BUT NOT ON HIM. So he isn’t “scared to talk to me” anymore. Like. I want him to talk to me. It’s so infuriating when I see him post and hang up and do this and that and only show me love from 10-12pm and I know sometimes is wrong but he doesn’t tell me. It’s more than infuriating I wanna beat this shit outta him. Yet like it’s my thing to type shit here and hid it from him he can do the same thing and I’m not gonna trip about it. He probably feels the same way. I swear every since we started dating I genuinely think he has bipolar disorder but I’d literally never bring that up unless he said something about it. Even then Imma be like “oh really. Wow? Maybe” like I’m not gonna be like “yeah dumb ass look at you.” Like. I know things I say in here are bs and fucking insane and the worst side of me but I don’t want him.. OR ANYONE to see the worst side of me. I don’t want this to get out because I like my friends and my bf even when they piss me off. I don’t want him here because mf would probably think I genuinely hate him but I don’t I just have my own personal issues that I gotta scream about and then I go back to “oh hi baby I love you” type shit.

I’m a very lovey person when it’s shown to me. I’d he doesn’t reciprocate it then I stop until he does.

“Hi baby”

“Hey dameon.”

… like I’m not about to keep doing that shit if your not gonna do it back. That’s so awkward.

“Heyyy baby!!”

“Hi.”

“How ya doin sweet boy”

“Fine.”

“Awe what’s the matter pumpkin”

“Nothin. Just scrolling.”

“Awe ok sweetheart how was your day”

“Fine.”

“Did you eat babe?”

“Mmhm.”

Like??? No. If your not gonna work with me then your not getting the work. Treat people like you wanna be treated type shit. Your 17 if you have some issues speak up, text me, or just say I don’t wanna talk about it but don’t make me think that I’m crazy for your fucking wack ass tone. That’s just me. If he’s giving me 1 word responses I’m gonna do the same until he cheers the fuck up. I can’t try to help when he gives me nothing to help him with. I can’t solve a problem when I can’t see the issue. He’s almost a fucking adult. When I have a problem I say “just not feelin it today”

“Oh what’s wrong”

“Not sure”

Or something like that. Like I’m saying YEAH there is something wrong but I don’t feel like talking about it so HE doesn’t feel like it’s just autism.

We both have it I just know how to actually deal with talking to people and the only time he leaves the house is to exercise himself to the point of exasperation like retard. Or to the forest or to hang out with his friend/sibling.

Once again. Shit I’d never say to him and quite frankly would rather kms than for him to know I think that of him but it feels like a weight off my shoulders to say. Me and the 3 people that follow this page💀💀

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iwadori · 3 years

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

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itsnothesameasitwas · 3 years

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hiii! im looking for good freinds to lovers fics bc i go through them sooooo fast :/ if you have any good ones pls send them !!!

hii… sorry this took me a whole day but here some Friends to Lovers fics… all the fics I’m recommending are Larry and please be careful with the tags before start reading and leave kudos :)

ABO

♥ Promise Me You Won't Run Away by thinlines @thinlinez | 23k | E

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

♥ i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby | 19k | E

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless. The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

♥ picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight @falsegoodnight | 35k | E

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately.

Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears.

“Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to.

Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.”

“Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.”

- Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

MPREG

♥ waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings | 21k | M

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

♥ you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou | 13k | NR

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

AUS

♥ our matchmaker: the fucking universe by peachloulou | 8k | E |

On your eighteenth birthday, you end up with your soulmates' name tattooed on your body. The universe works in a fairly simple way, so Louis knows Harry is his soulmate. He's got Harry's name tattooed on his ass cheek like a tramp stamp, and Harry's got the name Lou written on the inside of his wrist. Except Harry doesn't know what Louis' soulmates name is because Louis is a romantic fool, and, ever since Harry woke up with the name Lou two years after Louis, he's been a quest to find his own soulmate. Meeting after meeting.

But maybe Louis' wrong, and he and Harry are nothing more than best friends.

Or the one where the universe is annoyingly fucking complicated.

♥ Love Isn't Always on Time by softfonds @softfonds | 45k | E

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

♥ You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | 37k | M

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

♥ Work of Magic by Bekita @justalarryblog | 34k | NR

"C’mon Liam, are you really going to use this against me now? You know the kind of humans his kind is! You know very well why we hunt them!" Louis said, done with the conversation and walking down the hall.

"No! We hunt people who don’t care about others, and neither Harry nor anyone in his family is like that!” Liam exasperated, following behind. “Louis, it's been two weeks, don’t you wanna know how Harry is? Has this hatred taken over so fast?" Liam inquired, knowing the hit a nerve.

"You know what, Liam? I'm not going to have this conversation with you." Louis said decisively, turning his back to his friend ready to go to his class.

But life is never fair, is it? When he turned around he was face to face with Harry in the middle of the hallway. The two stared at each other. Do I hate him? Louis wondered as he watched Harry's eyes fill with tears and seem to be begging for something. He preferred to ignore the pang in his chest and the urge to comfort the boy in front of him. He lowered his head and continued on his way.

Or the one that Louis is a WitchHunter and Harry is a Witch and they keep it as a secret, but they fall in love.

♥ practice in pencil, seal it in pen by loubellies @loubellies | 16k | E

AU where drunk Harry lifts Louis up after someone says “bottoms up”. Louis blushes at Harry’s antics, flustered that his best friend knew him more than he thought. Friends to lovers with a happy ending pleaseor Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

♥ plant new seeds by glitterhaz @cloudslou | 44k | TUA

Harry nods, not trusting his words. Slowly, he crawls under the covers of his bed, all too aware that Louis is doing the same, so close to him. Initially, he faces his desk, not looking at Louis, but after a few minutes he gets uncomfortable and turns over. Now, he’s only a foot from Louis’ face, and Louis has turned around too.

He doesn’t think Louis is asleep already, and it's confirmed when Louis’ eyes blink open sleepily. Harry looks at Louis, and Louis looks at him. Really looks.

“Can you see me?” Louis whispers.

Harry doesn’t understand the question, not really, but nods anyway. “Yeah, I see you,”

**Louis works at a lonely community garden, Harry is the upstanding fraternity man who makes it all feels a little less lonely. Over the course of a semester, that is.

♥ Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You by PearlyDewdrops | 44k | E

Harry designs wedding cakes, so of course meeting blissfully happy couples every day is part of his job description. Unfortunately, it's caused Harry to perpetually hope each new day is the one he'll find love, too. That is, until Harry realises everything he's ever wanted is right under his nose in the shape of his best friend, Louis.

But predictably, Harry only comes to this epiphany when Louis starts seeing someone else. And this is not a John Hughes movie as far as Harry is aware. Everyone else is pretty sure, though.

Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green's, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything.

♥ if it kills me by you_explode | 110k | M

Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They're best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry's days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry's engaged to someone else. And that's only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

♥ In This Light by exhilarated | 99k | E

Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

♥ smell the sea, feel the sky by lightswoodmagic @lightwoodsmagic | 16k | E

They’d been planning this beach trip for months, stressing around work schedules and engagement parties, trying to find the perfect place to stay in and a time where there wouldn’t be families everywhere but the weather still perfect. Louis had spent what felt like hours researching and planning, dinners with Zayn and his boyfriend at their house that just ended in looking at places and sending them to Niall. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, getting away from his job and his bullshit neighbours and the noise of the city.

It seemed ridiculous, really, that in all that time, Zayn hadn’t mentioned once that Harry was coming.

Or, Louis doesn't know how he's going to spend a week with the one person he wants and can't have. Harry proves him wrong.

♥ This Shifting Ground by zarah5 | 28k | M

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

♥ No One Like You by myownspark | 19k | M

Dear Niall,I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

♥ across city skyline (and straight through my heart) by Halos_Boat @halohamilton | 76k | M

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

♥ Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore | 113k | M

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

♥ Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds | 88k | NR

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

- 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

♥ Nicotine by KrisStylinson | 42k | E

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

♥ California Sold by isthatyoularry | 123k | M

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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if you feel like you need more, don’t hesitate to ask me :)

#friends to lovers #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #hljournal #hlsource #my fic rec #larry fic rec #themed fic rec #long post #this a REAL LONG POST #sorry but yk...#fics can't wait heheh #when I was looking for fics through what I have read I noticed this is one of those tropes I barely read #but I’m always willing to read :)#hope it helps:D #ask #louisloverera

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ellitx · 3 years

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Hi hi! ⚔ Knight Anon here! Feel free to add me to the anon list. ❤❤❤

I'm also here because I saw Professor Venti stuff and HNGGGHHHH brainrot is just beautiful right now. My back is injured right now but let me be honest he could blow it right tf out right now 😭 so I want to share not only nsfw but sfw headcanons and stuff too.

So!

The SFW stuff first!

• Professor Venti is the kind of professor EVERY student loves. I see him walking in late to class sometimes with an ice coffee and some weird but entertaining excuse to get some laughs from students.

• Quiet class? Nah. That won't fly. He is the kind of teacher who will say, "Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening" and if he doesn't get a good response, he will ask for more enthusiasm and try again to get a better response. Not in the cringe way though.

• Inside jokes GALORE. He loves to entertain and if you cannot have fun while learning, what is the point? He wants his students to feel comfortable with him too and laughter is always the best medicine.

• Absolutely a great and open communicator. If you are having trouble in class, he is always willing to help and will happily set up private tutoring sessions if you need more practice.

• He also is a teacher that will find ways to bend the rules because to be honest? The Education System can be be quite a scam sometimes.

• Music is the key to the soul and Professor Venti wants everyone to enjoy the music they make. I see him allowing students to bring in pieces they want to learn and play to practice. He'll even learn it too to make you smile.

• Random "tests"? Absolutely. He will throw in stuff to boost the grades of his students so they can pass. Though he does want to make sure people are actually trying to work hard in his class! No slackers allowed!

The NSFW Stuff

• Oh he definitely is a roleplayer. He LOVES the whole, "TeacherxStudent" scenarios and will love to tease any students that want a better grade in class both verbally and physically.

• He didn't get to Professor status by sheer looks alone, he has skill and unlike other teachers, those long, slender and beautiful fingers he has can easily pluck your strings all the way from G, and go from major to minor c to d (yes that is a SIX The Musical reference ;) )

• If you are a perfectionist like I am, boy I hope you will be okay because to piggy back off of the other comments made, he will use it against you to make sure you play every single note correctly. All the while, he will purposefully try to make you fail and test not only your patience, but your focus and willpower.

• Be prepared to be a pretty little cockwarmer for hours on end to perfect what you are doing. Professor Venti is not only a tease, but he is a very patient individual who seems to always have all the time in the world for the arts.

• He will CONSTANTLY and casually tell you to see him after class for your, "Private tutoring". While the connotations are innocent enough, it never is just music. Of course, he will make you work for your rewards, but you won't get any kind of release until you do your work and do it right. After all, he is a humble teacher who only wants your success. ;)

• He will NEVER degrade you during any practices. If you ever mention to him that other instructors would talk down to you, he will not tolerate it and do his best to not only make you forget about them, but pay attention to only him and what he wants to say/do to you.

• While pianos and violins are beautiful instruments, no instrument can quite compare to your body and soul. Your voice and the sounds you make are beautiful music to his ears and he will absolutely say you are his favorite instrument to play with.

• Be prepared to not only study hard, but "play" hard as well. Remember, your grades can depend on your performance. Perform well, you not only pass your classes with him, but you definitely get rewarded in the form of whatever love, affection, and attention of your choice.

• He absolutely will leave marks all over you if possible as you play. Why should he not get to hear a beautiful voice accompany the wonderful piano playing you are doing? It is almost criminal not to let the instruments play together!

• Especially when you do well, he LOVES to praise you during the most intimate moments together. "You are doing so well [Name], I'd almost say you are better than me at this." "You sure are a fast learner, but we have much more work to do." "What a delightful instrument you are, please keep singing for me. I need to hear your harmonies more."

• He absolutely would bend you over the piano (with the top part closed of course!) and depending on how he is feeling will either be painfully slow while taking you from behind or rougher with you. He may even juggle either side of the scale just so he can hear you beg for him even more.

• "Professor Venti!" Absolutely hits different for him and he is down for it. Every time you would say his name and title in class will make it a bit harder for him function, but he does manage.

• If you try to tease him during class by wearing more provocative clothing or acting in a slightly lewder but "innocent" manner, be prepared for a more "challenging" lesson.

That's it for me! I could keep going but I may melt my own brain doing this! 😭❤

This isnt just a food...

This is a high class gourmet meal for every simps to dine in 😭🍽

Im grinning so widely at the nsfw hcs because you know how thirsty i am for nsfw hcs of professor venti and you literally blessed my inbox with this 😭😭 thank you so much for this i really appreciate every single bits of these hcs you wrote anon 🥺💕💕

These are my favourites 👉👈

Be prepared to be a pretty little cockwarmer for hours on end to perfect what you are doing

He absolutely would bend you over the piano (with the top part closed of course!) and depending on how is he feeling will either be painfully slow while taking you from behind or rougher with you

Ive been reading these repeatedly and imagining all the possible scenarios i can think of with just these bits of information

YOU KNOW WHAT IM GONNA WRITE AN NSFW SCENARIO FOR IT CUZ I KNOW EVERYONE IS CRAVING FOR THESE AS WELL AND NOT JUST ME

#anon ask #⚔️ anon #ellianswers #submission #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti #venti #venti x reader #genshin impact venti x reader #venti brainrot

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howisavedtheworld · 3 years

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i got you | matsukawa issei

genre: fluffy 2 the max, fem!reader x frat guy!mattsun (but not like the annoying disgusting frat guys LFSJDFJS) college!au

warnings: alcohol/drinking, drunk ass reader sfsjdfsd, its really up to you if its underage LOL

a/n: matsukawa is the love of my life. i know he would take good care of his gf if she was drunk as hell. im undecided if i like how this came out but im posting anyways! ty for reading :D

wc: 1.4k (crazy bc i wanted it to be less than 1k lol oops)

you are not a disaster drunk.

at least, that is what you’d known to be true in all your years of alcohol consumption. oftentimes, you were the assigned mother of the group when your friends spent a night downing shots in a sleazy bar. you’d held back hair and kept a colossal number of heads from falling into public toilet seats when their escapades turned left.

it wasn’t like you quite minded either.

you figured it was better to be the safe haven than the one needing saving.

matsukawa issei, on the other hand, is a downright disaster drunk.

every time he passes his limit, which he often does, he loses most of his motor functions, and becomes heavily reliant on anybody willing. every word he does manage to get out is followed by a hiccup. then a burp. and finally, a foreshadowing gag.

you’d seen it before, and frequently had to drag his disorderly six foot frame to bed after he hurled into your toilet.

you knew what you were signing up for.

after all, you’d met him at his very own frat party.

he’d been drunk enough to spill an entire white claw on you and promptly begged to make it up to you with your favorite drink of all time. you had to explain to him that it wasn’t an alcoholic beverage, but he still insisted on treating you anyways.

eventually, he became your boyfriend and you adored him despite his inability to drink in moderation.

the only thing that you found semi-endearing about his inebriation was the fact that he forgets that the two of you are separate beings. instead, he clings to you like duct tape, his burly arms clutching your waist and head lolling back and forth between your shoulder and neck affectionately.

he especially likes to speak when drunk, slurring and whining things along the lines of:

“you are so pretty, you do know that, right?”

“how did i get so damn lucky?”

“you’re the best girlfriend ever.”

a sliver of you considers that he says these things purely out of intoxication, but you like to believe a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.

you never brought these moments back up to issei in fear of his dismissal of them. instead, you cherish them secretly, stroking his curls while he lays with his head in your chest when the night finally ends.

you continue to indulge these whimsical scenarios in which he actually does mean the things he says, and it works for a while. the little untold truth feels harmless.

it isn’t until the roles were reversed that you find yourself in a frenzy.

hanamaki, issei’s best friend from high school and another member of his frat, decides to throw a party for his 21st birthday. that meant booze was oozing from every corner of the enormous communal house, and sweaty bodies were scattered around every inch.

issei had told you prior to the party that he actually wasn’t going to drink, explaining that he was still recovering from the previous night in which he and hanamaki drank a dangerous amount that left him vomiting for hours.

“this night,” he exclaimed earlier that day with a foolish grin. “this night is yours, babe.”

you’d had a stressful week anyways, and figured you might as well take advantage of the free alcohol.

it had been a while since you’d drank. naturally, you’d forgotten the importance of pacing.

though the shots initially burned in the back of your throat, everything you downed started to taste more and more like water and the space around you felt less and less tangible. you were sure mattsun had been at your side all night, but time blurred to a point where you knew little of what was truly going on.

unsure of how much you drank, your eyes eventually opened to see you were slumped against issei’s broad shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“i cant believe it, babe.” a strong hand rubbed circles into your back as he hiked you up the stairs leading to his apartment. “i thought you only drank a few shots, but next thing i knew you were just gone. look how the tables turned, am i right?”

he let out a soft chuckle, finally reaching the door of his room. your head was spinning rapidly, and you groaned, trying to move back to make sense of the space around you.

he lets out a curious hum, but a hand moves to keep your head in place.

“no can do, babe.” the sound of a key jingling and door shifting lets you know you’ve finally made it back. “i’m glad you’re up, but if you move too quickly, you might vomit. i got you.”

you let out a whine, but your head drops back into the dip of issei’s shoulder.

how had you gotten this fucked up?

again, you didn’t mind taking care of him or any of your other friends, understanding the nature of college, but to be on the receiving end meant to endure your self-inflicted humiliation.

“alright, let’s get you some water. oh wait—no, i might have some gatorade left in the fridge.” he mumbles to himself, navigating around the kitchen island.

your eyes fluttered, far too heavy to open, and your body focused instead on processing the sounds around you.

the fridge opening.

a soft tsk.

tap water flowing.

the soft pad of his feet.

a door opening.

he had finally softly situated you (or at least tried to) in his bed, but a heavy pang ravaged your skull from the change in position, forcing you to loudly groan.

issei hummed knowingly, and his hand quickly moved to support the back of your head.

“here, baby. here. can you drink this for me?” he coaxed.

your eyes blinked open to see him holding a glass of water closely to your face, straw dangling in front of your lips.

you complied, hoping the water would make your insufferable headache dissipate.

“that’s it, thank you. drink it all if you can. if you want more, i’ll get you more.”

you do finish the glass, and your head falls back into the hand behind it.

you’re too ashamed to look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

the empty glass against the table.

his soft breathing.

“you feeling okay, baby? do you think you wanna throw up?”

you shake your head carefully, fearing too much movement would trigger another session of heavy pulsating.

“okay, baby. i’m here. whatever you need.”

his hand behind your head tenderly found its way to your scalp, softly massaging the skin.

you had no idea, but you were letting out appreciative sighs.

“that feels nice, babe? okay, i’ll keep going then.”

you finally got enough of a grip on yourself to glance up at him.

he was staring down at you lovingly, lips turned upward in an unabashed smile.

there was no hint of the shame or disappointment you feared he would have towards you. actually, the only thing you could sense from him was love.

“i-issei.” you managed to whisper.

“yeah?” he softly spoke, looking at you expectantly.

“i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head in disbelief, immediately moving to sit in front of you.

“sorry for what? for having a stressful week? being a college student?” he let out an exasperated laugh, fingers still rubbing your scalp.

“you don’t have to apologize to me. how many times have you done this for me? you’re my girlfriend. i’ll always take care of you, you know? i’m lucky i even have you. sometimes i don’t even believe it.” he murmured.

“that i got you. the kindest, most beautiful girl in this world. that you gave me, some random guy in a frat your time of day. i’m always shocked. thank you for choosing me.”

your body froze at the impromptu confession, and your feelings of chagrin and fear dissolved into nothingness.

it was evident that issei loved you, that his drunk words didn’t even compare to his sober ones.

“i love you.” you weakly whispered back.

he leaned in to press a light kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, too. you know i got you, babe.” he said, smiling. “forever.”

#matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu x reader #mattsukawa issei #matsukawa issei fluff #not sure how to tag yet lol #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #matsukawa x reader

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deaddovecoterie · 3 years

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confessions

co-written with @whoseblogsthis

Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”

Fandom: the hunger games

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): swearing, unedited, two oblivious dumbasses in love

Genre(s): angst, fluff

A/N: LMAO HI GUYSSSS. so i had the INSANE privilege of writing with my mutual, friend, and insanely talented writer, @whoseblogsthis, ky. i obviously couldn’t have done this without her and im so so blown away by her and her talents. this is basically our child and baby and so im basically screaming right now cause we just finished this and its 1:01am. ANYWAY i really really hope you guys love this as much as we loved writing it <3 mwuah love you all

main stuff -> y/n (your name)

-> e/c (your eye colour)

-> y/l/n (your last name)

Peeta Mellark.

He was your constant; your rock. You could rely on him for anything and everything.

He was the steadiest thing you’d had in your life for a long time now, but as he took your wrist and led you upstairs away from the party, you couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble up in your chest.

“Peeta, what—”

“Why?” he nearly shouts. Peeta is mild mannered. He’s many things, actually; polite, charming, and personable, but angry was not one of them. It didn’t scare you like you’d always expected it to, but rather frustrated you.

“Why what, Peeta?” you hiss back.

He looks at you as if you had just grown two heads, his brows knit together in disbelief.

“You’re joking,” he breathes. You shake your head, not understanding what he is trying to get at. You defensively cross your arms, knowing the juvenile element would annoy him, but having nothing to do with your hands increases your already anxious state.

“That guy,”

“That guy?”

“Yes, y/n, yes. That guy that was just a little too friendly with you? So close to you that he was practically crawling under your goddamn skin? What were you thinking?”

You laugh at him, unable to contain it. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. Why are you being such an ass?” you all but shout at him. “It’s none of your business anyway?”

“Hm, let’s see y/n, he could’ve, god, I don’t know, taken advantage of you?”

You scoff, unable to handle his cliché statement.

He brings his hands up and pushes his hair back, looking up at the ceiling as he exhales heavily through his nose. You squint at him, unable to read the emotions on his face.

“What is up with you?” you whisper, not quite sure if he was able to hear. Your eyes narrow, unsure of what his next words might be.

“For someone so smart, you can be so goddamn oblivious sometimes, y/l/s.”

“Oh my god, what is with all the stupid riddles tonight? I can’t read your mind! You can’t expect me to just know things,” you exasperate, throwing your hands out in front of you. “For someone who’s supposed to be good at communication, you’re doing a pretty shitty job of displaying it,” you spit, throwing his words right back at him.

“Fine,” he hisses, starting to move towards you.

You cock your eyebrow at him, your bodies coming closer, nearly closing the gap.

“Fine?” you question.

“Yeah.” he huffs out, repeating the word with an heir of finality, “yeah.” His breath warms your face, the scent of vodka invading your senses.

Your cheeks heat up, suddenly very aware of his proximity. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. He can’t meet your eyes, his heart hammering against his chest so loud that it feels as though you can hear it. His head drops along with his gaze, studying the floor before chancing a glance at you. Peeta lets go of a breathy laugh as words tumble out of his mouth.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he breathes, his words choked, hardly audible, him now looking you right in the eyes. Your stomach does a flip once, unsure of his next words. Blue eyes stare at your e/c ones that are clouded in confusion. You can feel his frustration start to build as he takes a step back from you, his voice rising and hands coming from his sides.

“I’m in love with you,” he bursts out.

Oh my god.

You stare at him in shock, his proclamation stunning you. You blink once, twice, as his words echoing through your head.

His hazel eyes bore into your e/c ones, willing you to say something, anything, to let him know you heard him. But yet you stand there, unable to find the words.

Nothing is coming out.

Say something, you beg yourself, wanting to scream out an answer, yet your mouth continues to remain shut. You swallow hard, your tongue feeling like sandpaper. How could you be so oblivious to his feelings? You and him have known each other since childhood, yet there you are, standing only inches away from him, the truth finally known. It seemed

The look in his eyes is absolutely heart-wrenching; if you hadn’t just heard him, you’d have thought he had lost his best friend. In a way, you guess, he had.

Peeta just shakes his head softly, shrugging his shoulders in such a way that makes you want to reach out and take his hand. His dark waves fall over his eyes and he turns around, facing the door.

“I—” you begin, but you know it’s too late.

“Just, um, forget it, y/n,” his voice soft, small, “I’ll see you in environmental studies.”

He opens the door and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. You want to scream, to tell him to come back.

“Dammit!” you exclaim, throwing your red solo cup as hard as you can at the wall. The contents spill all over, some of the liquid splashing on you but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You reach to pull at your loosely braided hair, a habit of yours that came out whenever you were experiencing an excess of negative emotions, before you realize where you are. You harshly rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you remind yourself to breathe.

In, out . . . In, out.

“Get it together,” you tell yourself, taking one last deep breath. “Okay.”

You turn to head back downstairs to the party, nothing on your mind except finding Peeta and setting everything straight, hoping at this point that that was even a possibility anymore.

God, you hated this part. You hated having to make up. Saying sorry was never your strong suit, your pride always getting in the way. But this? This was not a matter of pride. This was about finally coming to terms with the truth that you so desperately tried to avoid for years.

You almost trip as you descend the stairs, looking everywhere for Peeta but unable to find him anywhere in the crowd.

Spotting a head of wavy bronze hair by the water cooler, you rush over to your english lit classmate, who is also a friend of Peeta’s; Finnick Odair.

“Hey Finnick,” you say once you reach him, trying to keep your voice even. He greets you with his signature smirk before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a sip.

“Ah, y/n, having a good time I trust?”

“Trying to,” you grumble. Finnick gives you a quizzical look before you proceed; “Have you seen Peeta?” You can’t help but notice the slight crack in your voice when you say his name.

“Yeah,” he confirms, “I saw him leave a few minutes ago. Seemed pretty upset.”

“Yeah, wonder why,” you mutter bitterly, knowing he wouldn’t hear your words above the music.

You bite your lip, weighing the option of asking Finnick to help you find Peeta. Half of you wanted to go and find him yourself, your need to get the weight off your chest as quickly as possible, the other half of you wanting to stall for as long as you could.

“Could you text him? Ask him where he is?”

“Why can’t you?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, your cheeks burning. “Because, I—”

“Wait,” Finnick’s smile widens. “Wait, are you the reason he’s upset?”

Your silence is enough for him. His dopey smile falters for a moment, an emotion that you could only define as realization sweeping over his face. He shakes his head softly, pulling his phone from the pocket of his hoodie and opening his texts. His thumbs glide swiftly across the screen as he compiles a message to send to Peeta.

You can’t have been standing there for more than a minute when his phone dings. Finnick flashes you the screen.

From: Pita Bread

I’m fine... at the pond.

“Thank you, Finnick, really,” you breathe.

He just nods, taking another sip of his drink.

You rush out of the frat house the party was being held in, running across the street to Panem University’s main campus, willing your legs to go faster.

The pond was at the northern end of campus, smack in the middle of Tribute Hall and the Coriolanus Snow Study Center. You see a silhouette sitting on one of the few stone benches surrounding the body of tranquil water, tossing handfuls of what you can only assume is trail mix at the ducks that liked to take up at the pond.

You slow down, bringing your footfalls to a trot, then silently padding your way over the grass towards him. Your chest is heaving from the exertion as you try to make your breaths even.

“Peeta,” You call out, your voice void of any venom as you stalk towards the boy. You’re almost inclined to slap him because of how he acted. No rational person could expect someone to give them an answer to a question as heavily weighed as that right away.

He stands up once you reach him, refusing to look you in the eyes. For a fleeting moment, you catch the grief-stricken look in his usually bright eyes and it’s enough to keep you from raising your hand at him.

“Why did you leave like that?” you breathe out. He shrugs a shoulder with almost casual indifference. “Peeta.” you nearly plead, looking at him as your eyebrows knit together.

“What did you expect me to do?” he says feebly.

You look up at the night sky, inhaling deeply as you hurriedly send off a prayer to whatever higher power that you can say everything you want to say to him, in the way you want to say it.

In a way that says something to him. Means something.

The stars seem to twinkle brighter, almost like they received your message. God, this is so hard.

Peeta is still looking anywhere but at you, his focus now on the ducks idling in the water.

“You could have waited for me,” you say. “I mean, come on! That was… big. A big thing to drop on me,” you add, “so of course I was shocked. But if you had just waited for me . . .”

“What?” he snorts, finally looking you in the eyes. “What would you have said that couldn’t have possibly made me feel like more of a fool than I already was? What—”

“I love you,” you blurt.

Here it goes.

“And not in a ‘you’ve always been there for me, so I’m kind of indebted to you’ kind of way but in a way that’s like, ‘I want to do cheesy stuff with you because I know it will make you smile.’ That’s like, I would do anything, anything to prove to you that I’m worthy of your love. Peeta, you’ve seen everything I was and everything I am, and it just— I just couldn’t believe when you said that . . . But I— I trust you with everything in me and it frightens me, because you know I’ve been hurt before, but I can’t deny that everything feels right when I’m with you. I just. I want another chance. If, if you’ll let me.” You breath the words out, hardly anything but air coming out.

“Y/n, breathe.”

“Right,” you exhale, your mind swirling around, making vertigo seem like a walk in the park.

“You’re not . . . unworthy of love,” Peeta begins but he stops, trying to figure out his words. “What Cato did to you, it doesn’t mean you’re undeserving of love. He’s.. an asshole, who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I— I’m sorry for dropping it on you like that, but seeing you with that guy, he just reminded me so much of Cato, and it made me so mad because I didn’t want you to go through that again, and I.. couldn’t help but think it was my final chance to tell you how I felt.”

“Final chance?”

“Y/n, I’ve loved you since like year six.”

“Peeta, you absolute dumbass!” you exclaim, quickly going to cover your mouth as your own words shock even yourself. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . . wow,” a laugh nearly escapes your lips. “We’re both oblivious fools, huh?”

Peeta’s brows furrow in confusion, as you let out a soft chuckle. His head is tilted slightly to the side, his soft curls falling into his blue eyes. This moment is one you’ll always remember, you think to yourself, already trying to commit it to memory. The way the trees slightly sway from the late summer breeze, the moonlight reflecting off the water; best of all, the glint in Peeta’s eye when your gazes meet. It’s so cheesy, really, but you couldn’t care less. You’ve played it over and over in your head for years, different scenarios always being formulated, but nothing you could have ever dreamt of could compare to this moment.

“I’ve loved you since year seven,” you tell him, every word of it true. “I can’t believe it took us both this long. Could have avoided the whole Cato fiasco of year twelve, I suppose, if we had just . . . had the gall to tell each other back then, I guess,” you say, the last sentence mumbled.

“Yeah.” Peeta laughs, a genuine deep laugh that reaches his eyes. It rouses the butterflies that have been in the pit of your stomach, the fluttering making you nervous as you watch him scratch the base of his neck almost embarrassedly.

“So,” you say, dragging the ‘o’ sound. “Pretty sure this is the part where most people would kiss.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“No, not you, Peeta. I was talking to the duck behind you,” You frown, unable to contain the scoff that passes your lips. “Yes.. yes, I want to kiss you,” you breathe, your pulse hammering.

You step forward, your hands reaching up, gliding against his cheeks, his hands resting on your waist. In a moment of bravery, you place your lips against his. They’re soft, and he tastes like cedar and bread, and it’s like coming home, being in his arms as his lips move against yours, the breeze chilling your skin but his warming you.

There are no words spoken between the two of you as you both pull away. His eyes are still closed, his long eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks; the corners of his mouth are pulled up slightly.

God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. That word is usually reserved for sceneries, sunsets or pretty dresses, but in this moment, you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Finally!” someone shouts, causing the both of you to jump back from each other, acting like two first years getting caught passing notes in class. You look around before your eyes land on Johanna Mason, leaning against the statue of the university founder Alma Coin that’s off to the left of the entrance of the study center. Finnick is with her, his signature smirk gracing his elegant features once more. “We were wondering when you two would have the balls to tell each other how you felt.”

“It seems everyone knew but you two,” Finnick adds with a deep chuckle.

“Alright, Finny, I think we should leave the two lovebirds alone.” Johanna says, turning away. “Be safe, you two!”

“If you need anything,” Finnick winks at Peeta. “You know where to reach me.”

You laugh softly, leaning your head against Peeta’s chest. His arms wrap around you, encasing you in him. His cheeks rests on the top of your head, his breaths evening out as you listen to his steady heart beat.

This is it. This is home.

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whitexwingedxdoves · 3 years

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the other side part 2 [request]

Pairing: Negan x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warnings: Language, Death Summary: A new life seemed far too good to be true when Rick promised it to you and despite your doubts that’s exactly what you got or atleast you thought. A/N: Requested by @jinxeee - I HOPE YOU LOVE IT! Im working on the last part right now and it should be out TOMORROW <3 Tags: @aubageddon91 Part One Here. | Next Chapter

It felt like you were in that box room for years. The only human interaction you would ever get was when someone passed one of those rancid sandwiches through. You never saw Negan though and at some point, you gave up hope and came to terms with the fact he just didn’t care or loved you the way you thought he did. You lost track of the days and nights a long time ago, the blood had peeled from your skin now but it seemed to stain, or it was shadows…. or your mind just playing tricks on you.

It had been a while since the door opened, no dog food sandwiches, no water. Nothing. You thought perhaps they were just going to let you die in there in the worst way possible. Your mind was left to fight the dehydration and hallucinations that came with it, the women you murdered seemed to jump out at you from each corner of the room when you’d least expect it… you were living your very own horror movie. Today you laid in the foetus position, trying to stop the ghosts from getting to you when you heard the door crack open, you wanted to look so badly but you were scared it was your brain playing some evil trick on you. You finally gained the courage to turn towards the light, wincing at the headache that attacked you almost immediately but it was a sign that this was real. Standing in the doorway was a tall slender man, a gun pointed in your direction, you held your hands up as you attempted to sit up straight. You watched as he lowered his gun and shouted for someone to help him. As you backed yourself into the corner, you watched as a much stockier man came running to his side, the skinner man made his way towards you but with caution.

“We’re gonna get you out of here” he spoke softly, holding out a hand for you to hold. “I'm Rick, Rick Grimes” a small gasp escaped your lips at the revelation of who was in front of you now. You had heard about him from the other saviours, you knew he was the leader for another community that was causing trouble for Negan but with your primary job at the sanctuary being to look after the sanctuary while the rest of the saviours were gone, you had never had to come face to face with the infamous Rick Grimes.

You took his hand as he led you out of the room, watching to see if you were hurt anywhere. When you passed the door frame, you couldn’t help but let your tears stream, finally being free from that hell. Your hand squeezing Rick’s a little as you try to compose yourself. You turned to him not daring to make any eye contact, biting down on your bottom lip. “Thank you” you whispered, not having enough energy to say it any louder. You felt someone hit your side softly, your eyes now panning to the object, the other man holding out a canteen for you which you hungrily took from him and downed the entire thing. You allowed a small moan to pass your lips as the dust in your throat regained its moisture. You heard the unnamed man telling you to take it easy but how could you, you had been without water for days, you passed him the empty canteen and wiped your bottom lip. “Thank you –“ finally now your voice was able to hit a higher octave.

“Daryl”

The men took you back to where they called home, Alexandria and it was beautiful, it was nothing like the sanctuary, it took you a few days to fully settle in – even longer to convince people that you weren’t a threat. Rick though, Rick didn’t need convincing, he’d keep you around him most of the time, teaching you new things like how to garden – that was your favourite job, He introduced you to his Daughter, Judith who seemed to take to you very well, constantly asking you to play with her whenever she saw you. He told you stories about his son Carl and the vision he had for Alexandria and you couldn’t help but tear up every time he mentioned he thought Carl would have loved you… like Judith does. The more you proved yourself the more people started to warm up to you, Michonne was the first to warm up to you, she couldn’t ignore how good you were with her daughter, nor could she ignore her daughter boasting about you at dinner every night. Daryl was a little harder to break, he recognised you as one of the saviours still but slowly he started to let his guard down around you – it was little things like bring you back your very own rabbit after a hunt or letting you watch him as he worked on his bike, it wasn’t much but you appreciated it.

You’d stay in Alexandria for the most part, taking care of the children while the rest went off to work on the fallen bridge. You avoid the cell where Negan was kept like it was the plague, never offering to take food in despite some of the residents begging you too. You were happy again, finally. Rick had shown you what it was like to be a part of a family and now you did everything you could to show your utmost respect for the Sheriff, he was like a brother you never had and you wouldn’t let Negan ruin that for you.

Today was a little different, you were asked to stay at Alexandria to watch Judith once again as the rest attempted to lure a horde of walkers away from the communities. You put Judith to bed but you couldn’t settle, you paced the living room floor awaiting Michonne or Rick to come through the door with good news but they never did. Instead you saw one of the residents knocking on the door, when you opened the door you couldn’t ignore the expression on his face, it was bad news. You looked past him to see a few familiar faces all seemingly upset, some had been crying. “What happened?” there was a crack in your voice, not really wanting an answer to your question and you didn’t get one. Instead you spotted Daryl just a little away from the crowd, deep in thought. You ran to him, hoping he could provide you with the answer. When you finally reached him, his eyes met with yours and instantly started to water, your chest started to heave thinking that the worst might have happened. Your eyes panned around the crowd taking in everyone that was there. You turned back to Daryl and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Where’s Rick?” your eyes started to tear up when he didn’t respond but you shook your head growing more impatient. “Where’s Rick!” you now screamed at the man, his tears now falling down his face as he shook his head, you had never seen Daryl like this before and that alone was enough to break you, you could feel your hands shaking uncontrollably as you attempted to make sense of the situation. “No- No…. No this is- No!” you cried, your legs finally buckling from under you, only to be caught by Daryl as you fell.

Since that day, you and Daryl became pretty much inseparable, constantly out checking new places to see if there was any sign of the man but after a couple of years had gone by you had run out of places to check. You set your sights on helping Michonne with RJ and Judith, hunting for them and watching them whenever she needed you too and much to your surprise, Daryl was right there with you. You had been sure that he would have continued to look for Rick without your help and well, he did but he was never gone for more than half a day. He swore it had nothing to do with you or the kids but you knew different, you could read him like a book now. He was your best friend, and you were his.

You walked around the gardens with Daryl checking in on everyone for the day before sending him on his way. He’d make a few jokes about how life seemed far too domesticated for his liking and you’d tease him a little, claiming he would make the perfect stay at home dad one day which would only make him push you ever so slightly. You spent most of your time there giggling away with Daryl pretty much ignoring everyone around you, you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be able to see such a soft side of the archer and you soaked up every opportunity you could. The laughter died down as Daryl spotted Negan being escorted out to the fields, trying to distract you a little so you didn’t notice. He had completely forgotten to warn you that Gabriel had decided to put Negan to work, you shot him a confused look as he stepped closer to you, blocking your view with his broad shoulders. “What are you doing?” you laughed slightly, slapping his shoulder but when he didn’t move your tone took a more serious turn. “Daryl?” The southerner sighed while rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes.

“They’re lettin’ that bastard work on the garden” he finally admitted, moving ever so slightly so you could see the scene unfold. You saw Negan bent down near the strawberries, pulling at weeds, you couldn’t bare the sight of him any longer and your eyes flickered away swallowing the lump in your throat you sent Daryl a faux smile, nodding your head.

“Good.” You whispered before linking your arm with his and continued to walk away. Your heart was racing after seeing him, you didn’t dare visit him while he was stuck in the cell, you were too scared. You almost forgot what he looked like after all these years but your heart couldn’t forget how easily he broke you.

As he picked away at weeds with his bare hands, Negan’s eyes started to wander around the garden, his heart seemed to stop when he laid eyes on you the way you wrapped yourself around Daryl’s arm laughing. He always imagined that the first time he’d see you after he locked you in that room, you’d be on your knee’s begging to be loved by him. He could feel the jealousy rise in his body, his face turning a slight red colour as he pulled a little too hard on one of the weeds. That night in his cell, all he could think about was you and how happy you looked with Daryl, his mind wandering to what you’d get up to with the archer when people weren’t watching which only angered him more. Despite all the anger, he was left more confused than anything as he sat on the edge of his bed, why did he only see you in this light now? Why did he care so much? Instead of dwelling, Negan tried to shut his eyes to fall asleep, hoping that the next day would treat him a little better.

It didn’t of course as he tended to the garden he was once again met with your laughter, his eyes narrowed at the sight of you touching Daryl’s arms before you both chased RJ around the garden. He had never seen you so happy before, so radiant it made him smile just for a moment until he saw Daryl touch you back, his hand rested tenderly on the small of your back. He couldn’t look away despite wanting to.

“If you’re not gonna work you can go back to your cell” Brandon spoke, pulling Negan's attention away from you.

“I wanna talk to Eugene” he grunted as he stood up from the flower bed.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making those requests” the man teased, Negan only shooting him a look before the boy nodded. “I’ll see what I can do”

#negan x reader #negan x y/n #negan x you #daryl dixon platonic #rick grimes platonic #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #negan fanfiction

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kiddiegore · 4 years

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hai asf KCHBKBHFV i really love love ur blog and i was wondering if i could request a tsukki x top male reader smut wherein the reader gets jealous bc tsukki keeps spending more time with kuroo HAHAHHAHA

warning: vv nsfw. bratty subby tsukki! dom reader. kinda angsty. kuroo just be chillin. dirty talk. tsukkis kinda ooc but oh well.

i hope you enjoy lovebug <3

Bad manners? Bad communication.

“You’re aware you’re not the only person I talk to, I can hang out with as many people as I want.”

“I never said that tsukki, all I said was that you’ve been spending a lot of time with kuroo and you haven’t spoken to me in 2 weeks.”

Training camp went on for two weeks, you being at basketball, and tsukki at volleyball. The whole two weeks you tried to get in contact. You knew he brought his phone so why isnt he texting you back? Is he sleepy? That has to be it.

Right?

Now camps over, still no fucking contact. So yeah youre a little fed up that your boyfriend isn’t texting you, but hey, he’s still posting that rooster haired bitch on his story.

Of course you had nothing against kuroo, you and kuroo met through tsukishima. But fuck can he give you your baby back :(.

New notification

Hyëënuh: you seem pissed lately what’s up with you?

You looked down at your phone, kuroo texted you. How sweet.

You: Tsukki hasnt talked to me in weeks, idk if i did anything but 💔

Hyëënuh: bruh. want me to cancel me and his plans so you both can hang out? maybe yknow...👉🏼👈🏼 wink wonk

Ohoho kuroo tetsurou you sly bitch

You: Ugh youre so gross, i love the way you think 😼

Hyëënuh: 😼🤙🏼

And thats how you and tsukki got to where you are now 😀. Arguing in your kitchen.

You took in a deep breath and sat down at the table, your head in your hands. “I just,” you sighed, “Did I do something? Baby why are you not speaking with me? Do you like him?” Tsukki scoffed, “I’d never like him, don’t do that.”

Slowly walking up to your seat, tsukki ran a hand through your hair. “I didnt want to annoy you..” he whispered. You looked up, no longer a scowl on your boys face. Just those soft, doe eyes only meant for you to see. “Oh kei.. you? Annoy me? Never.”

Your arms sliding around his slim waist, pulling him down to sit on your lap. Rubbing up his back as tiny sniffles left his nose.

He was crying. “Don’t cry baby, It’s okay.”you cooed. “I didn’t want you to feel that way.” he choked.

Pulling his head into your shoulder, you kissed his tears and stroked his red cheeks. It’s out of character to ever see tsukishima like this. To everyone else at least. He’s your baby. Your salty, sexy, bratty baby.

Coaxing him with your voice, he slowly came out of his saddened head space, now needing some extra attention.

Those bedroom eyes. God you loved them. Especially after he got done crying? Ugh he’s breath taking. “You need something angel?” you ask, biting the soft flesh on his neck, destined to make dark mark. A mewl left his throat and he clutched onto your shirt, biting down on it not to make another sound.

“Oh no we can’t have that now can we?” you say, standing up with him wrapped around you. You held him by the thighs, walking to your bedroom.

Tossing him on the bed, you slowly slipped off your shirt, watching his eyes stare at you through those glasses. “You made me wait weeks for you tsukishima,” he shuddered at your tone, “I think you can wait a few minutes yeah?”

He was about to protest, “I-“

“Shut up.“

He closed his mouth. I guess he deserved that. Slowly his voice started to come back to him. You want him to be a brat, he’ll show you a brat.

Next thing you know his hand is down his pants, stroking himself and moaning obnoxiously.

Yeah, we’re definitely not having that. You thought, dropping your pants and walking over to the bratty boy. “Aww, how cute? You think you’re doing something huh?”

That bitch had the AUDACITY to smirk at you. “Feels better then you do anyway. Mmf-“

Shoving two fingers down his throat, tsukishima sucked harshly. “Oh i’m in for it.” He groaned mentally, licking and lubing up your fingers while you yanked his pants and underwear off, exposing him from the waist down. You retracted your finger from his mouth and trailed them down from his stomach to his pink hole.

“You ready kitten?” Tsukki nods. “Good, be a good boy and turn on your tummy for me. Can you do that?” He nods again, not trusting himself to talk. Especially when you talk so sweetly to him.

Opening the cap to the lube, you rubbed the gel on the two fingers tsukki sucked on.

Hearing the cap open, he turned his head to look at you with a “Was my sucking not enough?” scowl on his face.

“Just in case baby!” raising your hand in defense. He rolled his eyes and plopped his face back down into the comforter.

Finally, you entered one lubed finger into him, making him hiss. Moving it in and out at a steady pace, then adding the other finger. Tsukki started growing impatient, making him tense. “Mmm, trust the process baby. I can feel you tightening around my fingers, feels good yes but I think you can guess where I’d rather feel that. Hm?”

Tsukki grumbled for you to just fuck him already, making you laugh loudly. “Ah, leave me hanging for some weeks then ask for me to fuck you immediately? Have I spoiled you too rotten? Maybe I should teach you some manners.” You rambled, lubbing yourself up in the process. “My pillow prince. Here you are, ass up- back arched and you’re telling me what to do?”

You spanked one cheek without warning, and he screeched.

“Thats what I thought. You do need proper training again, I guess all your manners left in those few weeks. A shame.”

Slipping into him, you both shared a deep moan, fuck. Feeling his insides clench around you like this? Even though he’s stretched? You could cum right here. It doesn’t feel like he’s been touching himself at all. Well, not his as at least.

Ugh, you’re so in love.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didnt even notice tsukishima begging you to move.

“Please y/n, I’m used to it. Please move. Please fuck me, I need it. So bad.”

Another laugh, “There you go sweet boy, saying please. Maybe you do have some home training.”

You snapped your hips, finally all the way inside. His breathy moan leaving his mouth, clawing at your sheets. He needs more. So much more. The way you feel. He feels full. He feels hot.

He’s so ready. Ready for you to ruin him the way only you know how.

“Lets make the best of this, what do you say kei?”

He nodded frantically, feeling you slide out and push back in. “YES!”

A wicked smile grazed your lips as you thrusted and pushed inside the boy. Groans and moans bounced off the walls of your bedroom. Skin slapping and the bed creaking were also prominent but the only thing you wanted to hear was Kei.

“How’s it feel baby? You like this? You look so pretty like this angel, fuck if you could see your face right now. So red and sweaty, those glasses fogging up.”

“Ah, mmn, hnnnn” Was all you could get as a response. Tsukishimas fists were bawled up so tight, fighting himself not to cum yet.

He knew you hated when he came without permission.

“Think kuroo could make you feel like this kei baby?”

Wh-

“N-No. Never..” he whispers as your dick pounds into his aching hole. Your hands gripped his hips, making him slam against your pelvis.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, dadd-AGH. Please, I’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum i’m gonna-”

You shoved two fingers back into his mouth, which he sucked on again.

Your body leaned forward, your lips by his ear, “Kei baby, You aren’t coming for a while. Even when you do i’m just gonna make you cum over and over until you feel numb. Maybe by the end that head of yours will finally have me imprinted so deep you will never forget who you belong to.”

Sadly, that pushed him over the edge. His body tensing, his hole tightening around you, making you halt your motions. The poor boys vision went white.

Sweat falling from his head and his breathing slowing down, tsukki looked back at you. Your hard stare made him shiver.

He’s in more trouble now.

He looked back at the head board.

“B-before you punish me,” he starts, “Let me take off my glasses..”

Annddd scene. I hope you guys liked it, it took a lot of energy ehehe. Im not too good at nsfw stuff yet and i’m still trying to see what works and what doesnt hehe. LOVE U GUYS 💗🌸

#kiddiewritez #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima smut #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima imagines #tsukishima x male reader #sub tsukishima #kuroo tetsuro #smut

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chrysalizzm · 3 years

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Do you have fic recs or head canons? please ramble for paragraphs im bored and looking for something to read.

oh boy do i have some fic recs for you (and everyone who sees this), my friend! this one is quite long because there are a lot of fics i like and this isn’t all of them, so if you’d like more, you can check out my bookmarks page ^^

The Run and Go by Numanum

“That’s not fair,” Bad protests. Dream raises an eyebrow at him and jerks his tied hands in emphasis, clearly saying that none of this is fair.

“Look, you keep running! Who runs if they’re not guilty?” Bad challenges, staring him down with obvious distrust from the generous distance of exactly five feet. It’s fair, as much as Dream hates to admit it; it’s not like he’s been the most honest hostage in the past, with all of his escaping and running and framing himself for his own murder, apparently.

“Only the good die young, and only the guilty run,” Technoblade chimes in, holding his own potato and sitting in the snow like it’s not cold at all.

A hot flash of irritation burns through him.

“Someone being chased?” he counters sarcastically, jerking his tied wrists up again to wave them in front of the group. Sapnap laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his potato, but it dies off when Dream gives him an icy stare.

Or: Dream is having a hard time, and the hunter just want to adopt him like a stray puppy that bites you at every opportunity.

multi-chapter, ongoing.

a manhunt with plot-style fic! exquisitely written, visceral in the emotions it evokes. it’s the kind of fic that makes me feel all shaky with anticipation, the kind that i have a physical reaction to; you can’t put it down.

pain. all-consuming pain. this one feels bad, man

and as he fell (you walked away) by Teahound

Once upon a time, there were three hunters.

They were good at what they did. If you wanted something-- or better yet, someone-- found, discovered, or destroyed, they were the people you asked. They didn’t have much to their name, besides a formidable reputation, but they were a team, and that was enough for them.

Once upon a time, there was a king in the forest.

He wore a mask, but it didn’t matter. That deep in the forest, in a hidden fortress, buried behind leaves and monsters and broken stone, no one could see his face anyway. He had been there a very long time, and he was alone.

Being a king can be a very lonely thing. So one day, the king left the fortress.

A Minecraft manhunt AU, with a fantasy twist. Dream is a cryptid, and Hunters are idiots.

multi-chapter (11), complete.

tea’s fic!! a manhunt-with-plot fic, featuring a forest spirit dream and circumstantial hunters and friendships that feel both intensely real and desperately melancholy because they can’t last.

or can they?

The Real World by Cinammonzoa and Fire_Fly464

"Ten, paces fire!"

Time stopped.

Tommy’s entire body went numb. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his body was determined to keep him silent. His vision went dark, and he could no longer feel his headphones over his ears. The mouse in his hand. The slight breeze of his ceiling fan. For a few seconds, he couldn’t feel anything.

His senses came back to him all at once. The first thing Tommy noticed was the weight in his right hand -- a bow. His nostrils stung with the lingering scent of gunpowder. In front of him was a masked figure. Their right arm was bent, their elbow by their face. In their left hand was a bow, aiming directly at--

~~~

Aka Dream and Tommy get transported into the SMP world and have no idea what the fuck is happening

multi-chapter (23), complete

you’ve probably seen this one if you haunt the video blogging rpf/minecraft tags of ao3 often! an irl!dream and tommy replace their smp counterparts type of beat, very upbeat in dynamic and fun to keep pace with, great read.

staying alive (though the city is dead) by Alice_Not_In_Wonderland

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Schlatt smirks, his words lilting, almost song-like. His eyes seem to glow brighter. "Tell me, Dream, when did you realize that you could talk and talk and talk and no one would ever believe you?"

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or: if dream's damned to be a villain in every story he's in, then he's going to show them exactly how much of one he can be

one-shot, complete.

the gratuitous greek mythology references are truly everything and this fic is such a good dissection of dream and schlatt’s motivations and how their goals intersect, and dream’s likening to cassandra really hits different

Green & Gold by HognoseSnake

George’s legs ached.

His lungs felt tight and too small.

His breath was loud in his ears.

His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.

George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.

What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.

multi-chapter (8), complete. sequel ongoing.

a breathtaking pseudo-manhunt-with-plot fic, with george and dream running from a kingdom that wants them dead for perceived transgressions. this shit hurted, and the sequel hurts even worse ;-; snake please i beg

We’re Only Young series by ImperialKatwala

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

collection of both one-shots and ongoing multi-chapter fics.

((bangs on table)) please read this series it is dream and techno friendship fics that alternate between lighthearted and heartwrenchingly comforting and imperialkatwala’s characterisation of them and their respective groups of family and friends is so frickin’ good i read this series when i’m not having a good day and it never fails to make me crack a smile

kept promises and old ruins and names carved into stone by verecundiam

"Would you... would you want to stay here?" Bad wrings his hands, looking away. "Like, like actually stay? I know it's not, ah, not exactly comfortable, or all that homey, but I don't want you two to get hurt out there on your own, and I just... I think maybe you could stay? If you want?"

"That sounds nice," Sapnap says, because it does.

(Or: How four kids managed to build a family, against all odds.)

one-shot, complete.

muffinteers found family that makes me want to go to the smp writers and beg it to be made canon. unbelievably soft yet excellent at parsing out the younger counterparts of the four and creating backgrounds that feasibly form them into the people they grow up to be.

in the age of icons by BananasofThorns

“Yeah, keep digging,” Tommy crows.

The pickaxe hesitates on the downswing. The air shifts; Dream’s aura bursts into visibility, brilliant green and jagged. Ozone hums on Techno’s tongue and Bad stutters in the middle of his sentence. Up on the wall, silhouetted by the sun, Dream stands frozen and furious.

L'manberg messes with something it shouldn't. Techno watches the repercussions and tries not to laugh.

one-shot, complete.

i love deity aus (figures, i wrote one myself akjdfh), and this one hits. there’s something exquisitely delicate about how dream and the repercussions his godhood both on himself and on the people who are exposed to him in that moment of unbridled rage.

that's how we keep going (we make the best of things) by lieyuu

[ i can’t decide if this is heaven or hell. the walls keep closing in and we’re running out of space, but you’re pretty cute ]

“So, do you want to build a flower shop, a cottage, or a coffee shop?” Puffy asks, smiling like just Niki’s presence is enough to light up her world.

Niki looks at her, thinks, I want to bend nature to my will and weave tapestries in your name, says, “I think I might like the flower shop best.”

one-shot, complete.

a niki/puffy fic that crushed me in its hands in just six hundred words. the delicate love and wonder and beauty of this fic killed me softly and i welcomed it. it’s girls in love rendered by lieyuu’s masterful hand, what more could you want

i need it to be known that as i was typing up my thoughts midnight love by girl in red started playing from my playlist if that’s not a shining endorsement i don’t know what is

did i ruin the moment? by itisjosh

Ranboo drags himself through the snow, burn wounds going up and down his body. His suit is crumpled, half of it discarded as he crawls along the ground. His eyes are firmly pressed shut, and he refuses to open them, just in case he sees him, Dream, again. Ranboo sobs as the snow melts on his skin, the water scalding him as it trickles down his arms and chest.

one-shot, complete.

it’s character death, i do need to put it out there because it felt like i was punched in the stomach at the end even though i knew. josh knows exactly how to drag his readers kicking and screaming into angst hell, as always - a ranboo is rescued by phil fic wherein ranboo ends up convincing himself that the only reason for his presence in the nearly-empty anarchist commune is because phil sees him as a placeholder for his sons ;-; pain

Frame The Halves, And Call Them Brothers by MusicallyActive

"Let's go!" Quackity roared. "Let's fucking go!"

The anvil dropped, and Techno reached for his totem of undying. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

Phil screamed something, and instantly a crushing force struck Technoblade's skull. It rattled him to the core, doused his vision in red, and then all he knew was black.

He gasped awake moments later to the sound of his communicator pinging softly at his bedside table, and when Technoblade opened his eyes, New L'manburg was nowhere in sight.

one-shot, complete.

a techno timeloop fic that shows off the unintentional cruelty of the children who run l’manberg and techno’s own inability to allow the people he tries so hard not to love to come to harm. techno’s rendered in painstaking detail; this one was cathartic in the best way.

on i go (move to move) by Aenqa

If you ask someone whether they’ve ever experienced real, severe physical pain, you’ll learn a lot from their response.

Techno knows what it means to be in pain. He’s accepted it as a necessary consequence of keeping his family safe. But when the pain he's experiencing starts to become too much to bear alone, it takes his family to show him what it might mean to feel better.

one-shot, complete.

chronic pain fic featuring sbi!! it’s really good - aenqa wrote chronic pain well, and incorporated respawn mechanics into it well, and the dynamic between sbi is impeccable.

Yellow and Blue and- by nic_takes_Ls (nic_L)

It’s another gorgeous day in New L’Manberg. Tubbo’s stilted streets of deep toned spruce and honey-touched oaks are warm under his feet from the sun, and a sign and a small banner proclaim the country’s name in front of his face. Wilbur is so happy to let the ‘L’ roll of his tongue as he says it, ‘Manberg’ was harsh and too guttural, but the two extra syllables make it something that could fit on a melody, a four-note beat he could set the pace of his unbeating heart to.

The citizens of New L’Manberg track him with cautious eyes at first, until Tubbo changes his eyes to slightly sad ones, listening along to Wilbur’s rambles, warming up to the truly soot-grey sight of his face and sunshine yellow of his ever-present sweater. The rest of the population soon follow, laughing at Wilbur’s strange innocence and telling him what he’s done with only a little bit of spite in a pitying mask and fixing their mouths in a line when he suddenly forgets what he’s doing or stares into space or laughs at nothing.

But all the people who get sad when Wilbur starts laughing after shock-still silence are dumb.

Because Wilbur’s not laughing at nothing.

one-shot, complete.

a ghostbur fic from quite early on! it includes references to wilbur and schlatt’s older videos/smp experiences and has a super interesting take on the nature of wilbur’s amnesia i enjoyed this fic a lot ^^

east of eden series by subwaywalls

Philza protects his home.

(An angel with a singing blade of fire guards the gates to paradise.)

two one-shots, one ongoing multi-chapter fic.

READ IT READ IT READ IT. the eoe series is exquisite in both content and presentation, centering around sbi and the powers they all respectively have but also bringing in people like grian and dream, and subwaywalls is a master of packaging her words ever so delicately to create an experience that is ethereal.

#long post #fic recs #chrys rambles #asks

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oikawasass · 4 years

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i’ve been listening to too much freddie dredd so take this

bakusquad + tododeku as eboys

⠀⠀‣ headcanons.

⠀⠀‣ warnings : swearing.

katsuki bakugo:

the “im gonna have that super idgaf about anything aesthetic and just roll my eyes while edgy music plays” eboy

skinny ass 5 following - 113k followers ratio

user grxundzxro

fits consist of black and neon orange, chains, huge platform sneakers, baggy black cargo pants and graphic skull tees, oversized bomber jackets

his ears are 100% pierced

his comments are just....

“have my children” “stomp on my throat as hard as you can” “hes so pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺” “rip me in half i’m fucking begging you”

mf knows how powerful he is and is so cocky about it

only posts once or twice a week, has gotten half his shit taken down for “violating community guidelines”

it’s mostly just him showing his outfits, but the occasional vid of him telling kaminari to go fuck himself does pop up

but he also posts a lot things of him shopping, along with vids of him and his friends that make everyone feel jealous and lonely

$uicideBoy$, Ghostmane, KAIBA type beat for his sounds

is weirdly good at transitions bcus he refuses to be bad at anything, this we know

straight goth boy vibe, that’s it.

shouto todoroki:

the “I don’t even know what i’m doing on here half the time but bitches love anything i do anyway because i’m just really sexy” eboy

skinny as ratio mf (2) hes following like 15 people while he’s got ‘round 100k

user would just be “shoto” which makes everyone wonder how the hell he managed to get it

clueless soft boy kind of vibe

imagine if benji krol didn’t know how to express basic human emotions, that’s shoto

his comments?

“you are a prince I would die for you” “you’re so pretty I love you” “DHDJDDGS 🥺🥺💗💗🥺🥺💗💗” “break my back please god put me in a wheelchair”

let’s mina pain little snowflakes and flames on his cheeks for him to film and post

turtlenecks, black khakis, expensive sneakers, rings, probably owns an overcoat. everything is top branded and bought on his dads credit card obv

i feel like he’d listen to artists like oliver tree, clairo and cuco

posts maybe once every two weeks, he always forgets to post. when he does it’s those little aesthetic vids of his outfit, him walking around town, getting coffee, recording his friends being stupid.

he totally died his hair half and half for tiktok.

eijirou kirishima:

pure. purest of boys. the “i’m so mfing adorable not a single one of my fans can find it in them to weirdly sexualize me they just want to kiss me and hold my hand” eboy

he would have a pretty even ratio, probably like 300 or so following to like,, 90k followers

redriiioott or some kind of clownery like that for his handle

sweet boyfriend material vibe!! everyone is in love with him

“he’s so baby” “worlds cutest boy I love you” “can we hold hands pls” “if someone doesn’t kiss his fucking forehead I swear to god i’ll do it myself”

posts all the time! it’s mostly him goofing off while he’s working out or him and the rest of the bakusquad annoying bakugo in some way.

him and kaminari 100% do tiktok dances together, there ain’t a single one they don’t know

he still doesn’t know what a shirt is and has gotten vids taken down because of it

thrasher tees and black sweatpants are his religion. let’s mina and bakugo dress him up for videos sometimes since they have the best fashion sense, they really like to put him in striped long sleeves with some kind of graphic tee overtop. also bandanas ™️

conan gray, verzache, don toliver and that’s CANON

posts himself dying his hair whenever he does his roots and somehow makes fyp everytime.

denki kaminari:

“i’m the goofy boyfriend everyone dreams of but can’t actually have” eboy and that’s it.

he’s following one person and it’s dr phil. his 90k followers all admire it.

user inthetrapwithurmom

the biggest clown out of the gang, as expected.

depending on the video, his comments consist of “pls you’re so cute” “what the fuck is this 😭” “I think i’m in l*ve with you” “kami is everything okay at home?”

tucked in open button ups, trousers or ripped skinny jeans, chains, beanies, doc martins and black af1’s

posts vids of him speaking complete gibberish at like 4 am when he hasn’t slept and is sleep deprived, ends up getting a “your followers are worried about you” notification in the morning

he 100% forces bakugo to do the renegade with him and kiri any time they go out in public

also dances to cannibal by ke$ha and will NOT hesitate to throw that shit back

probably listens to a fuck ton of chase atlantic and the nbhd, has “i threw glass at my friends eyes and now i’m on probation” in his playlist somewhere too

probably does vids of him touching up and dyeing the little black lightening bolt in his hair which always lands him on the fyp

he let mina and hagakure do drag on him once and posted 600 videos of him feeling himself in it

overall tiktok god

( hi I would do sero but hes literally the exact same as kaminari i’m ngl )

izuku midoriya:

unbelievably baby

is only on the app bcus all his friends were on it and he wanted to feel included

his username is something like stanallmight and that’s canon

he’s following everyone in 1-a, 1-b (except monoma), the support class, general studies, anyone really. he’s got a solid 112k followers

it’s like, imagine if benji krol was really shy. that’s eboy midoriya

his comments are 90% people screaming at him to date either todoroki or uraraka.

he doesn’t post too often since he’s pretty shy. but when he does he’s with his friends, either trying to do dances with kami and kiri, or uraraka painting pink clouds all over his cheeks

when the comments aren’t “JUST FUCKING DATE ALREADY” they’re his followers screaming about how disgustingly adorable he is

baggy cargo pants or tight jeans, normally wears a belt, collared shirts underneath big baggy long sleeves, probably wears converse and white af1’s, HOODIES.

he wears little hair clips sometimes after much convincing from hagakure and mina

have i mentioned hes baby? because he’s baby

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tailorvizsla · 4 years

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Momma Mando might I request #19 Domestic Life and #12 First Time with Paz? (Im here for the softz and the spicy apparently?) ~your Angle

Absolutely, my Angle! :D

(Everything is under the cut because I am an absolute dumpster fire of a person and could not control myself. Be ready for filth!)

📚 My Master List 📚

Domestic Life

· Paz usually wakes up pretty early, so he goes to take a shower. When he’s done, he crawls back into bed with you. It might sound weird, but Paz likes watching you sleep, occasionally pressing a kiss to your shoulder, and wondering how he got so damn lucky to marry you.

· As it gets closer to the normal scheduled wakeup time, he starts touching and kissing you everywhere, mapping every part of you that he can reach. He can’t help himself – he has to have his hands on you. Paz is very affectionate in private.

· When he knows you are awake (but still pretending to sleep), he moves down to your sides and tickles you until you break and start to laugh. He loves it when you tickle him back because it usually devolves into play-wrestling. He lets you win sometimes.

· When the alarm goes off, he unwraps the blankets from around you, much like he is celebrating Christmas every morning by your side. After a few stolen kisses, he ushers you to the bathroom (with an affectionate swat to the backside, if that’s your thing).

· From here, he goes to get ready for the day. If you have kids, he’ll get their bags lined up on the table. He’ll put on his own armor and set yours out on the table for you. By now, you’re usually done with your shower, so he gives you something small to eat before physical fitness training – usually a piece of jerky or a boiled egg, just something small to get you through the next few hours.

· If you two have kids, the smaller ones go to the nursery for supervision, while the older ones stay in their beds to sleep in. You and Paz go work out with the rest of the tribe. By the time you are done, the older kids are awake and getting ready to go eat breakfast.

· And oh boy, breakfast is noisy for the Tribe. The children are either sleeping in their plates or wrestling in the aisles – there is no in-between for this lot. You and Paz (and the kids) eat in one of the private rooms so he can take his helmet off. Then you go socialize with people until breakfast hour is over. Sometimes, he will cuddle you in his lap and selfishly keep you all to himself.

· (One time, you two stayed in the private room way past the end of breakfast hour, prompting some smartass to come knock on the door and yell, “This might be a family room, but that doesn’t mean you need to make one in there!”)

· Once the kids are all distributed to their designated teachers for the day, you and Paz share a keldabe kiss and part ways to work. He goes to the armory to do weapons maintenance, or to help someone fix something. Some days, he goes to the shooting range to run morning drills, just so he can keep everyone sharp. Other times, he’ll grab someone who is struggling with something (shooting, sparring, life in general) and coach them through it.

· You two always find a few minutes to sneak off and send the other a sweet message. (Or a loth-cat meme.)

· Lunch is usually eaten alone, though sometimes you and Paz will sneak off for a few minutes alone with each other. (If you have kids, they’re off having fun and don’t want to be supervised because they get away with so much more.)

· After lunch, more work. Paz goes to oversee afternoon drills for the adults, though these aren’t that common. Most of the time, after morning lessons, he and a handful of adults can be found taking the kids out for basic survival lessons. This includes things like building fires, hunting prey for food, and learning to track. Other times, he’s helping teach the kids how to use their jetpacks, flamethrowers, and other weapons.

· When the sun starts to set, everyone does one last walkthrough of the grounds to make sure that everything has been collected and put away. Once indoors, everyone takes a shower and heads to the karyai for dinner. Dinner is a lot quieter than breakfast, since the kids are usually worn out by this point.

· After dinner, the elders take the kids to teach them about Mandalorian history and culture while the adults go take care of communal chores (like cleaning, organizing, and finding whatever the children have broken). When that’s all done, some people go to the karyai to play music and socialize, while others have to go to bed early. You and Paz stay for a few songs before retiring for the evening.

· Once back in your room, you and Paz will take your time getting ready to sleep. If you’re feeling particularly saucy, you and Paz will have a rematch on that wrestling match. 😉

(Your) First Time (was) with Paz Vizla ohhhh yeah, now at the 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥SPICY🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 stuff

· Paz Vizla is attracted to strong, confident, and competent partners. The two of you met during combat. You had been taking cover behind some rubble to reload your weapons and he had dived in with you, quite literally running into you. Just a few moments later, someone tried to take the two of you by surprise. So you had whipped his blaster out of his holster and shot the fucker dead. Paz had been torn between being offended and impressed at your quick reflexes as you cheekily put his blaster back where it belonged.

· (Hint: he was smitten from that moment onward.)

· For six long months, he flirted with you. He started subtly at first – brushing up against you, standing a little too close during conversations, and warning off other potential suitors. Subtlety didn’t sink in, so he decided to ratchet up the intensity. He shared his ammunition with you. He lent you his weapons. He offered you food from his plate. He shared his drink with you. He bought you chocolate. He complimented you. He did everything that he could, yet it never seemed to progress past flirtation.

· At some point Din Djarin noticed the lack of response and slyly chimed in with, “Come on, stop torturing Paz and let him have a kiss, why don’t you?”

· Paz will never forget the moment that it seemed to click in your head. You stopped dead in your tracks, turned to face him, and asked, “Paz, have…have you been flirting with me?”

· He was stunned into silence and could only manage to nod once in response as you just stared at him. Then you shyly said, “Oh…I didn’t want to assume you would be interested in me.” (Din nearly knocked himself out face-palming at your words.)

· From there, things progress the way he intended, though still quite slowly. The two of you share lots of flirting, a quick grope every now and again, and many stolen keldabe kisses when no one is looking.

· You aren’t sure what tips him off about your inexperience – maybe it’s your shaking fingers when it comes time to explore his lower half, or maybe the look of apprehension in your eyes – but he stops you, pulls you into a gentle embrace, and kisses your forehead.

· Paz assures you that he will wait as long as you need, that your relationship isn’t based on you indulging his physical urges, and that you mean so much more to him. (But dear gods, the sweet wide-eyed look you gave him after holding his cock in your tiny hand for the first time…he masturbated to that mental image for months.)

· It takes a few more fumbling tries before you are ready. (You had always been a bit self-conscious about not having any sexual experiences. Even now that you’ve enjoyed your first sexual experience, you’d still choose a good hunt over fucking. Paz knows this, and he would do the same 100%.)

· As the two of you tumble back onto the bed, he makes you a promise, one that makes your cheeks turn pink. “I’m going to ruin you for any other man in this universe, babygirl,” he promises. “I’m going to be the one they all have to measure against, alright?”

· Paz Vizla is a very patient man. He worships you with his fingers and mouth and that sinfully talented tongue of his, touching and kissing, sometimes biting if you will let him. He has you breathless, soaked, and trembling before he even thinks about going down on you.

· When he gets between your legs, the look of pure hunger on his face makes you blush, and you shyly try to bring your knees together.

· Leaning in, he locks eyes with you, and presses the tip of his tongue against your clenching, aching entrance. Then slowly, he drags his tongue up to your swollen, throbbing clit. He pulls away just far enough to speak, “You taste real good, babygirl. Looks like I’m going to be spending a lot of time down here.” He is quite pleased with himself when you turn scarlet all the way down to your belly button.

· Once he’s had that first taste of you, Paz returns to your pussy, devouring you like a man possessed. He talks to you the entire time, telling you how good you taste, of how much he wants to stay between your thighs and make you come undone, over and over on his tongue, of how he enjoys being drenched in your slick.

· He gives you two or three orgasms before he tries any sort of penetration. He watches you carefully as he eases his finger in. You sigh with pleasure and that’s enough encouragement for him. He works that finger in and out until he hears a quiet whisper from you – “Paz, please – another finger?”

· The moan you let out when he works his second finger in almost makes him cum right then and there. But he holds it back until you start begging for a third finger. When you come around his fingers for the sixth (or was it seventh?) time that night, he thinks you are ready for his cock.

· Paz kisses his way up your belly, to your breasts, and then your lips. You don’t hesitate to taste yourself on his lips. He grinds his cock against you, coating himself in your slick, until you’re all blushing and grinding your hips against his.

· He rises up on his knees and looks at you. You are an absolute disaster – your hair’s a mess from your writhing, your pupils are blown wide open, and your entire body is blushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Your chest is heaving, your back is arched, and your thighs are spread so fucking beautifully for him. Paz feels deep, dark pride at having reduced you into a quivering, whining, dripping mess.

· He starts to push in slowly, carefully measuring each rock of his hips to avoid hurting you. He knows he is huge. Many of his partners simply could not take him. Inch by inch, Paz watches his massive cock disappear into you, and suddenly, he realizes he likes watching you stretch out around him, your plump lips clinging to his shaft each time he pulls out a bit.

· After several torturous minutes, Paz finds himself buried to the hilt inside you, his pubic bone pressed up against your clit. In surprise, he can’t help but to whisper to you, “Babygirl, it’s like this sweet pussy was made to take my cock.” When you clench around him, he can’t help himself. He needs to move. Urgently.

· Paz bites on his inner cheeks as he starts a slow, careful pace, watching as you moan and writhe underneath him, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. You’ve gone absolutely feral at this point, your nails leaving bright red marks along his shoulders and back, your thighs tight around his waist as you dig your heels into his ass urgently. With one final cry, you come for him, your walls squeezing him so tight he feels like you’re gonna push him out.

· When you’ve had a minute to catch your breath, he laces you legs onto his shoulders and arches forward onto his hands. Now that he knows you fit him like a glove, he’s rougher, pulling out nearly completely before sheathing himself fully in one smooth, deep stroke. When you reach down for your clit, he can feel your cunt rippling around him. Then he asks, “Babygirl, can I come in you?”

· Blushing, you nod up at him, “Yes, please!” Paz can’t hold out at that – he slams into you, wrenching half-sobs from your throat, your body rising to meet his, and then you come with a shriek. He follows, pulsing his cum into you as deep as he can, grinding against you to draw out his orgasm as your pussy milks every single drop of cum out of him. When he can breathe again, Paz rests inside of you for a few moments, watching you as you lay there, your eyes half-closed and a dazed smile on your face.

· He pulls out with a wet noise, watching as you squirm. He stays between your knees, watching as your legs fall apart on either side of him on the bed. As his cum starts to leak back out, he gathers it with his fingers and pushes it back into you. Slowly, you gather your withs about yourself, and ask, “When can we do that again?”

· By the end of the night, he’s absolutely certain that he’s fulfilled his promise to you. There won’t ever be a man who can compare to him, not after tonight.

#paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla x reader #blame hdlynn for this #i am innocent in all ways #i cannot control myself #paz is daddy #rejoice in the filth #where's that 'kermit on fire' meme right now

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mulletcal · 4 years

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make up for all of your tears -- dad!cal blurb

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of violence

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Calum always liked to think of himself as an involved dad - as soon as he found out that not only you’d be having not one, but two babies, he began reading every book and article he could about pregnancy, especially with twins.

He never delved too deep into reading the debates about the ‘right’ way to raise your kids though, knowing that it was more up to the two of you to discuss, rather than have strangers on the internet weigh in on whether or not snuggling your baby too much was a thing.

When Kaia and Maia were born, Calum forgot everything he had read, rather lost by just watching his babies all day. Every little coo, cry, or gurgle that would emit from the pair, Calum would sigh softly, a look of adoration in his eyes.

“Baby, you need to eat something, please,” You begged, massaging his shoulders, smirking a little when his eyes slipped shut.

“What if I miss something?”

“The most you’ll miss is one of them spitting up all over my lap, I’m sure,” You reassured, kissing his forehead, “I made you up a plate, it’s in the microwave.”

Calum yawned, muttering a small thank you as he got up and kissed your temple. You occupied his seat when he moved, your fingers grazing softly over the soft skin on their chunky little legs. “You guys are gonna be the most well protected children ever, I swear.”

From that moment, Calum eased up a bit - he still hovered so he didn’t miss a thing, but it wasn’t so bad that he sat by their cribs day and night.

When they had just passed the year mark, they began to walk - Kaia was the first, ever the go getter, and Maia was more hesitant to take the fateful first steps, but Kaia gave her a little boost. On a day to day basis Calum was stunned at how the two could communicate without words, Kaia just knowing the things that Maia needed and vice versa.

You had invited the boys over for a barbeque, it was the first truly nice day in a couple weeks - the LA heat making the summer days unbearable and difficult to be outside for too long. But as the fall weather crept in, sitting outside was more frequent, calling for a gathering.

The girls were in the yard with the dogs, occasionally using Petunia’s large frame to pull themselves up so they could walk a few steps - either to each other or another dog, enjoying throwing sticks for them all to chase. Calum kept watch on them out of the corner of his eye as he fried up the veggie burgers for everyone. He was aware of the fact that you were also watching them, but that didn’t make his concern any less apparent.

Of course, as soon as he turned his back disaster would strike. Calum was just putting the patties on a plate when he heard a loud cry, almost dropping the plate of food when he did. Setting down the plate, he was across the yard faster than he had ran in his life, scooping Maia up in his arms.

“My sweet baby, are you okay?” Calum cooed, holding the girl close to him as she cried into his neck.

“I think she tripped on one of the sticks, I couldn’t get to her quick enough,” You pouted, petting her hair, her grip on Calum’s shirt only tightening.

“Where does it hurt love, can you show Dada?” While Calum rubbed her back, Maia pulled her face back, her lower lip was wobbling and she motioned to the scratch on her arm. It wasn’t bleeding, but the skin was broken ever so slightly. “Want Dada to kiss it better?”

You watched as Calum placed gentle kisses along her arm, all the way up to her face, proceeding to cover her chubby cheeks in kisses until she was giggling. You could see that Calum was still panicked from the fall, but at the very least he was smiling now that Maia seemed cheered up.

“Dada’s kisses always make the boo-boos better, huh?” You said softly, brushing your thumbs against her tear stained cheeks.

After that, it was not only decided that they weren’t allowed to play fetch with the dogs until they were older, but also that Calum’s kisses had healing powers.

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Calum never let his girls forget their routine - even as they got older, anytime their hurt themselves Calum would make them come over to him so he could place a soft kiss wherever their injury was, and deemed it all better (also after helping them clean and bandage it, of course).

The girls would roll their eyes as he did it, but it never failed to bring a smile to their lips.

One day when the girls had turned 14, Ashton was over at Calum’s for coffee when the girls came bursting through the door, Kaia supporting Maia’s hand in her own.

“Maia, what’s the matter with your hand?” Calum asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

“It’s noth-” She started, but Kaia cut her off.

“She broke her finger because she punched someone,” Kaia deadpanned, bringing Maia over so she could show the two men her hand.

Calum’s jaw dropped - his little girl punched someone? He thought he had raised her better than that, than violence. “Maia Elise we don’t punch people, are you kidding?” He took one look at her finger before rifling through the drawers for the finger splint he knew they had.

“He deserved it, he wasn’t listening when Kaia said no,” Maia mumbled, wincing when she tried to straighten her finger. Her brown curls were falling from the braids she had done that morning, but it was the least of her concerns as she blew them from her forehead.

Calum and Ashton both paused, turning to look at the two girls. “I’m sorry, what? What was he trying to do?” Ashton asked, jaw set when he heard the injured girl speak.

Kaia ran her fingers through her hair, sighing and taking a seat beside Ashton at the table, “He asked me if I wanted to go to the movies and I said no, but he put his arm around me and kept asking and didn’t listen when I asked him not to put his arm around me.”

Calum was experiencing extremely conflicting emotions about it - on the one hand he was angry and upset that someone put their hands on his baby girl after she had said no, and on the other he was proud that Maia - the typically shy, reserved one - wasn’t afraid to stand up to someone for her sister.

“Okay well - I’m glad you’re alright first of all, maybe we should go address your principal -”

“Happened off school grounds, Pops, they’ll tell you there’s nothing they can do,” Maia frowned, glancing over to Kaia who just shrugged, knowing she was right.

“Alright well, if this ever happens again - which I hope it won’t because I’d hope that he’s learned his lesson. But if it does, can you please go to your principal instead of punching someone?” Calum huffed, sliding the splint onto Maia’s finger carefully and fastening it into place.

“Yes dad, we promise.” Came the simultaneous reply. Maia was about to walk away when Calum gasped dramatically, causing everyone to turn to look at him.

“Have you forgotten? How could you!” He placed his hand against his forehead, the other going to cover his heart.

Rolling her eyes, as Calum had expected, she walked back and held her hand to Calum’s lips. Grinning, Calum placed a soft kiss to his daughter’s injured finger, and then one to her cheek which caused her to smile.

They may get older, but they’ll never be too old for their dad.

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