#beautiful pretty lady u own my heart

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS - part 2

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!fem!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes her favorite phone sex hotline operator out on their first date! ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, interactions with men, dirty talking/praise, fingering (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames, slight mention of petplay, let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: back by popular demand, and to thank you all for 1k. i love u all from the bottom of my heart. thank u all so so so much. also there will be NO PART 3! s/o to my girl @clearheartgreyflowers for staying up w me til 3am writing smut LMAO ☁︎ word count: 5,124 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 1

thursday, 1:15am → ongoing call with sir steven (ft. lauderdale, FL)

sir steven (client): thank you, sugar. did good as always, pretty lady.

sugar: no problem, sir.

sir steven (client): have a good night, darlin'. good night.

the line clicks on the other end, and you finally let out a big stretch, able to relax as you close the hotline for the night. you made 13 calls tonight, which usually wouldn't be enough to help with bills, but much to your dismay, ellie had been sending you money nonstop.

it's been a couple of weeks since you first met her in the library, and since then, you've seen each other here and there, most of your communication being made through texts and calls, as you both have been extremely busy with final exams and work. barely getting any real time to spend together besides having lunch together or walking to class when the time allows it.

however, ever since you revealed to ellie your real name and gave her your personal phone number, she's been using it to her advantage — sending you money through applepay/paypal, paying for food to get delivered to your apartment when you tell her you haven't ate that day, or getting uber's or taxis to pick you up when she wasn't able to come get you herself.

she was very persistent in being your provider, insisting that with her income, she could support you full-time and buy you everything you needed and more.

but you didn't have it in you to just quit this hotline gig. you didn't want to feel like you had to rely on ellie, and the last thing you wanted was to burden her with your own issues.

thursday, 1:30am → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

you: ellie...?

ellie: hi baby.

you: why are you calling the hotline? you have my number, silly.

ellie: what? can't check in on my girl?

you couldn't help the flush in your cheeks. ellie never failed to make you blush. she always made a point to flirt, hard, and you both weren't even in a relationship, yet.

you: what can i do for my favorite client?

ellie: hm, how does going out with me on saturday night sound?

you: like...a date?

ellie: yeah, don't you think we're a bit overdue for one?

you: sure! what should i wear?

ellie: 's up to you. you make anything look beautiful.

you hated how easily she made the heat rise to your cheeks.

ellie: are you blushing?

you: ....no.

ellie: liar. just for that, you owe me a kiss on our date.

you: hm, we'll see.

ellie: guess we will.

-

saturday couldn't have arrived any faster, and by the time you knew it, it was 6:00 in the evening, almost time for your first date with ellie.

you couldn't make up your mind on what to wear, trying on different outfit combinations, determining which one you think ellie would like more.

groaning in frustration, you seemingly settled on a baby blue dress, with a light and warm cardigan. the weather was absolutely perfect for this type of outfit, not too hot with just the slightest breeze.

as you touched up your makeup, swiping on your favorite gloss, you couldn't seem to calm the nerves boiling in your belly. what was there to be nervous about? you were going on a date with one of the coolest and prettiest girls you have ever seen in your life.

overthinking every possible worst-case scenario that could happen tonight, you took some deep breaths, shaking off the images of you possibly falling on your face, snorting while you laugh, or accidentally passing gas in front of ellie. oh god, if that were to happen tonight, you didn't think you could ever face her again.

you would have to change jobs. and schools.

"god, jesus, whoever, please have my back tonight," you whisper to yourself, suddenly jumping at the small 'ping' coming from your phone.

unlocking your phone, you see it's a text from ellie:

ellie <3: I'm on my way up baby, u ready?

you: yes! i'm ready hehe

you take the time to lace your shoes at the front door, giving yourself a quick one-over in the mirror to see if you were presentable, at the least.

two soft knocks on the door resonated through your apartment, and you took a deep breath as you unlocked the latch, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.

swinging the door open, you're greeted by the tall, emerald-eyed girl.

"hey, baby," she greets, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "you look gorgeous."

your eyes fell to the ground, cheeks flushing with crimson. get ahold of yourself. you're acting like a teenage girl with a puppy-love crush, you echoed in your mind.

"thanks, els. you look pretty cute too," you compliment shyly, looking down at her fit — a white shirt complimented with a red flannel and dark-washed jeans. of course, hair styled in her signature half-up ponytail and sporting her white and black converse sneakers.

"ready to go?"

"yeah, let's go ahead."

"cool, just parked over here in the parking lot."

taking hold of your hand, the two of you head out to the parking lot, and she takes the lead in guiding you to her car. her hands felt warm and clammy— and you wondered if ellie was feeling just as nervous as you were.

and she was.

ellie was freaking the fuck out. from the outside, you appeared calm and relaxed, which put her at unease. were you not excited to be going out with her? were you going to like what she planned for tonight? what if you absolutely hated the date she organized? it'd tear ellie's heart to pieces.

but ellie couldn't overthink, especially not right now. she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her, and she only had to think of the present — you.

ellie fished out her keys from her pocket, briefly letting go of your hand to unlock the car and open the passenger side door for you.

getting inside, you mumbled a quick 'thank you'. as ellie scurried to the driver's side of the car, you scanned your eyes around the interior of her car.

what the hell? was she driving a...dodge hellcat? you knew ellie drove, but you didn't know she drove such an expensive muscle car. how much money did she make being a dealer?

her car smelled just like her, fresh and musky, and she kept it fairly clean.

ellie piled in the driver's seat of her car, putting the key in the ignition and turned on the engine.

"soooo, where are we going?" you queried.

"that's a surprise," ellie smirks, and suddenly she places her hand behind the head of your seat, turning her neck to look at the rear windshield as she backed out of the parking spot.

you swallowed thickly, focused primarily on how hot she looked doing something as simple and elementary as reversing her car. the way her neck flexed, the way her arm tattoo looked by your face, and the way she was concentrated on moving the vehicle — suddenly turned the heat up in this confined space.

"you okay? you look a bit warm," ellie asks, interrupting your train of thought.

"huh? yeah, no, i-i'm okay," you smile meekly, "it's j-just a little warm in here."

"oh, sorry," her hands went to turn on the air conditioning, the gentle breeze of cool air providing relief, "there you go. better?"

you nod, "much better, thanks."

"wanna play some music?" she asks, holding her phone up.

"hmm, you can put whatever you want on. i wanna see what type of music you're into."

"okay," ellie says with a wide smile, "suit yourself."

approaching a stop light, ellie uses the window of opportunity to tap away on her phone, searching for her favorite song. the song 'the spins' by mac miller plays throughout the car at a mellow volume.

"great taste. i love this song," you chime.

"yeah? me too," ellie states, "i loved mac miller since like, forever."

eyes gravitating towards ellie, you couldn't help but get lost in a daze at the way she drives, the slight spread in her legs, one hand on the wheel, the stray strand of hair that falls in her face — she was dangerous.

and ellie could feel the burning gaze you were searing on the side of her face, "you okay there?"

"hmm?"

"you keep staring at me."

"oh— uh— i'm sorry. i didn't mean to—" you sputtered, ashamed that you'd been caught red-handed.

"it's fine, baby, no worries. just wanted to know if there was anything on your mind was all," ellie briefly tears her eyes away from the road to check on you.

you had to quickly think of an excuse, something to save you from this embarrassment — "just thinking of where we're going."

the girl chuckles, "well, we're already here."

the neon lights were the first thing that caught your attention, then the rapidly moving contraptions, and lastly the laughter from the crowds of people.

"we're at the carnival?!" you squealed, unable to contain your excitement.

"yea," ellie muttered sheepishly, "uh— i saw on your instagram how you shared the posts about wanting to go on your story, so i-"

you cut her off with a forceful hug, "oh my god! ellie! we have to get out now! let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

"alright, baby, let me put the car in park-" she began, but you were already halfway down the entrance.

-

"wow! ellie! that one was so fun! it was exhilarating!" you breathed out, fueled by the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins after riding the 'slingshot' rollercoaster.

ellie couldn't be any more amused, smiling down at you, "yeah? you liked that one, babe?"

"yes! i loved it!" you squealed, but as the adrenaline wavered, you began to feel that familiar rumble in your stomach, "it did give me an appetite, though."

"wanna get a little something to eat?" ellie's hand is securely interlaced with yours, guiding you towards the various food stands.

you nod, "mhm, i am starved."

"just tell me what you want, and i'll get it for you, m'kay?" she gives you a smile and squeezes your hand as your eyes scan the numerous items to choose from.

corndogs. cotton candy. kettle corn. pretzels. chilli cheese hot dogs. funnel cake.

"hmmm, i think i want some funnel cake," you suggest, "we can share it."

"sounds good to me," ellie shrugs and you both fall in line. she orders and pays for the sweet treat and the worker hands her the food, as you find a vacant picnic table to sit at.

digging into the crispy, creamy treat, you couldn't hold back the moan of delight that came from your mouth.

"oh my god! this is amazing!" you moan, whip cream getting all over your lips.

ellie was too busy hyper-fixating on the cream that sat on your lip, and before thinking about anything else, she swiped it off your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

"mmm, delicious," she commented, then consumed the dessert as if nothing had happened.

leaving you stunned, you gulped the cup of water she gave you, attempting to soothe the heat seeping down below.

"so, which ride do you wanna get on next?" ellie spooned more of the funnel cake in her mouth, looking up at you, awaiting your response.

"not sure, why don't you choose? i picked the last one after all," you clean your spoon off, getting every last bit of leftover ice cream.

"we can ride theeee..." ellie scours the carnival rides, "...the haunted hospital."

your heart fell to your stomach, you hated anything related to horror.

"oh no..ellie, i don't think i'll be able to ride that—"

"are you scared?" she taunts in a playful tone.

"yes. i'd be covering my eyes the entire time, el."

"good thing you have me with you, i'll fight anyone who gets too close to you. promise."

"fine."

when you both finish the funnel cake, you quickly discard it and ellie rushes you over to the line to the haunted attraction, but as the line goes by quicker than you anticipated, the fear began to set in deeper and deeper.

"ellie, i'm scared," you whisper as you both approach the front of the line, watching the people in front of you climb into the little mechanical car and disappear into the darkness.

"hey, i'm here, baby," she coos, rubbing your back, "besides, it's all fake, okay? 's not real."

and on cue, the attendant calls you both up, "next!"

walking slowly towards the black cart, you get on first and take a seat, with ellie following closely behind you.

"alright, hands up," the attendant commands as the handlebars latch down and lock onto your lap, "keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. have fun."

as the cart begins to move forward and ascend into blackness, you curl into ellie's body and her arm instinctively wraps around your body, holding you tight.

this is exactly where ellie wanted you, up close and personal. she wanted an excuse to hold you all night, and after seeing the 'haunted hospital' sign, she knew this ride was the perfect place to do that.

your heart was pumping in and out of your chest, preparing for the worse to pop out and jump-scare you.

"ugh, i can't look," you stammer, covering your eyes. ellie takes hold of your wrists, gently taking them away from your face.

"hey, just focus on me, okay?" ellie whispers, her hot breath fanning in your face, "it's just me and you."

"o-okay."

and the fear that took habitat in your belly faded away, your mind zeroed in on ellie and how close she was to you. if you even breathed too hard, you probably would’ve accidentally kissed her.

but luckily for you, ellie was five steps ahead.

she reached her hand out to cup your cheek, resting it on the soft, warm skin of your face.

"can i kiss you?" ellie asked, her mouth taking over her brain, but she didn't mind it. she wanted to kiss you. she's been wanting to kiss you ever since she heard your voice that night she accidentally called you.

“please. please, kiss me.”

leaning in, ellie pressed her lips on yours, her other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. her lips were soft and inviting, and they tasted sweet — they were definitely a good distraction from the horror props popping out at different intervals. 

her lips leave subtle pecks along your lips, enamored by how your lips tasted, and how it left her wanting more. 

ellie pulls away, inciting a small whimper from you, “the ride’s about to end, babe.” 

“hmph, okay,” you pout and ellie pecks your lips again.

“we’ll have plenty of time to continue later,” she reassures you with a laugh. as the both of you emerge into the light, back to the entrance of the attraction, you notice your lipgloss smeared all over her lips, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“what’s so funny?” 

you point to her lips, and her eyes dart down to her face, using her sleeves to wipe off the pink gloss from her mouth as you both get off the ride. 

you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both stroll around the carnival, “sorry, that was my fault.”

ellie smiles and shakes her head, “don’t worry ‘bout it,” she says coolly, “hey, let’s go over there. there’s no line.” 

pointing to an attraction behind you, you turn around and follow her trail, your eyes settling on the ferris wheel.

hand in hand, you both get on the little capsule of the ferris wheel, the employee holding it sturdy so you and ellie would have time to climb in. 

they latched the door closed and you both begin the slow, upward descent. 

“wow, the view is beautiful,” you breathe out, astounded by how pretty the lights looked in the city as you towered over the area below. 

“yeah, the view certainly is beautiful, huh?” ellie murmured, but she wasn’t staring at the view. her eyes were on you, taking in how breathtaking you looked in this moment — eyes glimmering in amusement, perfect, plump lips slightly parted, and hair a bit messy from the breeze, but framing your face in all the right places. she took her phone out, snapping a quick picture, never wanting to forget this moment. 

she moved seats, before, sitting on the bench facing you, and now sitting right beside you. 

“uh, there’s something i have to tell you,” ellie began, her nerves shocking every cell in her body.

“yea? what is it?” you ask, turning to face her, “is everything okay?”

“yeah, yeah, i just—” ellie bit her lip nervously, “i just really like you. like, i think about you all the time. when i first heard your voice that night i dialed you, i just knew i had to talk to you again. there’s just something about you that always brings me back and— fuck, i never thought i’d find myself catching feelings so hard for a girl before.” 

your cheeks were hurting from how wide your smile was, but you didn’t care. ellie put her arm around your shoulder and held your hand with her free one, leaning in closer.

“what i’m trying to say is that— i really, really want to be with you. i want to be the one who you tell the weird stories about your clients to and i want to be the one to take care of you after a long day at class. i want to be the one who protects you and who you share your favorite meal with. i just— i really want you to be my girlfriend,” and before ellie continues any further, you cut her off with a kiss.

“if this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, the answer is yes, ellie williams,” you answer, briefly pulling away for air. 

ellie’s smile grows wider, “cool,” she quirks before connecting your lips again. 

- 

the sun was long gone and the moon had taken over the night sky. but your date with ellie was far from over. 

after spending an evening filled with thrill rides and greasy, fried snacks, you and ellie both decided to calm things down by taking a walk along the boardwalk, occasionally strolling up and down the pier.

“would you say this has been a good date so far?” ellie’s eyes flitter toward you, her arm slung over your shoulder as you stride down the various closed stores and restaurants of the boardwalk. it was empty, only one or two people passing by, but other than that it was only you two. 

“mmm, i’d give it a…six out of ten,” you tease, gaining a scoff from your new girlfriend. 

“a six? seriously?” she shakes her head, “damn, not the response i was hoping for.” 

“i’m just kidding, els,” you giggle, “this date has been amazing. i loved every bit of it. thank you.”

you lean over and press a small kiss on her cheek, watching how the vermilion scatters across her freckles.

“now that’s more like it.” ellie laughs, continuing the promenade forward, with no destination in mind.

your eyes settle on this small, old-fashioned photo booth tucked away in a corner of the boardwalk. the sign above it flashing ‘PHOTOS: 4 different poses’. it was the perfect idea to end the night and have a little souvenir to remember your first date.

you let go of her hand, dashing towards the photo booth, ellie confusedly following after you. you open your bag, searching for some change, and you insert four quarters into the small coin slot. 

“let's go inside,” you enthuse, excited to try out the photo booth.

ellie went inside first, taking a seat on the extremely small bench, barely leaving any space for you to sit beside her. the booth was such a tight enclosure, only allowing enough space for a maximum of two people. 

“i— uh— don’t know where to—” you stammer, but she interrupts you as she grabs your hips, sitting you down on her right thigh.

warmth rose to your face, feeling secure and sturdy sat upon her leg. ellie closed the black curtain, covering the entrance and blocking any light that would shine through. 

“okay, we have three minutes and four poses,” you say, turning your neck to look down at her, “what should our poses be?”

“i dunno, i’m sure we’ll look great doing any. we can jus’ do them as we go along,” ellie shrugged, and the photo booth began to count down from five.

sitting up straight in her lap and fixing your hair, you and ellie put on a smile, and the light flashes white, signaling the end of the first pose.

for the second pose, you turn your head and plant your lips on ellie’s cheek as ellie scrunches her nose up, and the flash lights up for a second time.

for the third pose, you loop your arm over ellie’s shoulder, and you both look each other in with adoring eyes and loving smiles — flash.

you both couldn’t even bother getting ready for the final pose, too lost in each other’s admiring gazes to think properly. you were focused on the jade green of ellie’s eyes, wishing you could jump in and swim in the pools of emerald. ellie was hooked on your face, and memorizing every detail like her life depended on it — tracing her eyes over your pouty lips. 

and as the countdown went to one, ellie smashed her lips onto yours, her arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer. this kiss was different from the ones from before — there was urgency, there was eagerness, there was a burning passion, one you’ve never experienced before. 

her tongue shoves into your mouth, tasting the mint you’ve chewed previously. immodest and perhaps, pornographic wet sounds from your mouths resonate throughout the small photobooth. one of her hands trail from your hips towards your tits, groping the soft, pillowy flesh underneath your baby blue dress, eliciting the faintest of whimpers — a sound ellie has been dying to hear again.

you couldn’t help the arousal building up in your core, compelling you to grind your crotch against the denim fabric of her jeans. 

“e-ellie, i— i’ve never—” you struggle to let out, pulling away from her lips, a trail of spit lingering on your bottom lip, and her lips plant sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck. 

“we can stop if you want, sweet girl,” she murmurs against your skin, and you quickly shake your head.

“n-no, don’t stop, p-please,” you gulp and with your approval, ellie’s other hand goes down to hike your dress up, bunching the fabric up around your waist. her hands push your legs apart, and she lifts one of your thighs up to rest on the wall of the photo booth. you were exposed, the only thing concealing your bare, pussy was the thin fabric of your panties.

she sat back against the corner of the booth, leaning against the wall and allowing you space to lean against her body as well. her hand cupped your panty-covered crotch, rubbing against it.

the sudden friction made you jolt, your breath picking up, “b-but what if— what if someone hears us? or—or sees us?”

“then you better keep it down, pup.”

ellie’s hand slips inside your panties, her index finger sliding between the warmth of your folds, drowning in the wet, hot juices leaking out from you, “fuck.”

you let out a pitiful whine, needing more pressure, craving satisfaction. the nights after that call with ellie, your own fingers no longer sufficed the needs your body demanded. you tried so hard to replicate the same feeling ellie gave you that late evening, but there was no avail as you realized the only person who can truly serve your body correctly was ellie. 

“p-please, more,” you begged, hoping she would show you mercy and give you what you wanted.

“please, what? huh? use your fuckin’ manners,” she snides in your ear, breath fanning against your neck. you immediately knew what she was inferring.

“please, daddy, please. i want more,” you bucked your hips up to her hands, and she happily obliged. two of ellie’s fingers made their way to your throbbing and swollen clit, applying pressure as her digits created circles. 

you couldn’t suppress the moan that emerged from your throat, clamping a hand shut over your mouth, careful not to alert any strangers nearby, knowing people would still be able to hear despite the thin, black curtain covering the photo booth.

“you look s’ fuckin’ pretty,” ellie whispers against your neck, and her hand grabs your jaw, turning your head to look at her as she smushes her lips against your swollen, red lips. 

a stream of melodious moans vibrated against ellie’s mouth, and she was drinking it in, savoring the sound of you against her lips. the way ellie’s tongue fucked your mouth felt ungodly, and almost immoral. someone who harbors the power to make you feel how you do is something close to the devil, as pleasure this wonderful was sinful.

her fingers disappear from your clit, leaving you feeling empty. 

“open.” ellie orders and you part your lips. she pushes her fingers in your mouth, and you suck them clean, your tongue lapping the salty juices like a puppy desperate for water on a hot day.

“such a good fuckin’ girl, shiiit,” ellie praises, slipping her fingers in your pussy, continuing the circles on your hardened clit.

“you know what good girls like you get? huh?” ellie’s fingers pick up speed, “they get to cum. you wanna cum for daddy, baby?”

unable to think of any response, you nod your head up and down. 

“use your words, pup.”

“yes, daddy. puppy wants to cum,” you whine out. that was enough for ellie to give you what you wanted. one hand rubbing circles your clit, her other hand pushes your panties to the side and inserts one finger in your leaking hole, gently sliding it in and out.

“ellie!” you cry out, astounded by the added pressure. her finger was long and filled you up almost, completely. 

“gotta stretch you out, baby. get you ready for my cock,” ellie smirks as she slowly adds in another finger, still maintaining her slow, neutral pace. 

your pussy clenches around her fingers, and you scrambled around to grab ahold of anything you can get your hands on. you were drunk on ellie, the way she talks to you — almost condescending — combined with how she had you writhing under her fingers. you were unequivocally hers. you were ellie’s.

she added a third finger to your clit, applying more pressure on your sensitive clit, and her fingers began to pump faster inside your pussy, coating it in a thick, creamy layer of your juices.

“god, you’re such a pretty fuckin’ girl,” ellie kisses the side of your neck, “look at you, making a mess all over my hands, like a filthy pup.”

all your mouth would utter was these weak, pathetic whimpers and moans, fucked out dumb and stupid. you don’t even think you could remember your name right now. 

the familiar feeling of your orgasm coming undone begins to rise, accompanied by a new pressure you feel in your abdomen — the urge to push. 

“daddy, think m’ gonna— p—pee,” you stammer, not wanting to embarrass yourself and closing your legs, “it feels like i have to—”

“baby, let it happen. promise it’s not piss or anything,” ellie reassured, figuring this was your first time squirting. “just let go, sweet girl.”

the sweet sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the confined spaces of the booth, just how ellie liked it. it was music to her ears. 

the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers told her that you were just right on the edge, and she was going to give you that push to fall over and come undone all over her hands.

the pad of ellie’s fingers massaged figure eights on your pussy, almost tracing infinity signs on your clit. her fingers found rhythm and continued thrusting her index and middle fingers inside you, curling up to rub the flesh of your walls, hitting just the right spot and emitting an angelic moan from you. 

ellie was in heaven and she had this honey-sweet angel melting under her touch. 

you squirmed in her lap, your back instinctively arching, about to come apart in this small photo booth.

“daddy, i’m about to— can i? can i cum? pretty please?” you cried out, almost pleading, like you were begging for your life, but you felt like you were going to simply die if you didn’t finish right now. 

“yes, pretty baby, cum all over me,” ellie coaxes you through your orgasm, “make a fuckin’ mess, puppy.”

you came undone, falling apart right there. your pussy clamped around her fingers, a stream of milky-white cream trickling onto her hands. your body overcame your thoughts, and you pushed out — releasing a gush of watery, squirt all over the place. spurting out, imitating a fountain.

ellie pulled her hands out of you, and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. still coming down from the high that was your orgasm, your breaths came out heavy and unlabored, a tear falling down out of the corner of your eye and streaming down your cheek. 

“you alright, babe?” ellie asked, fixing your panties and pulling your dress down.

“y-yea, i’m okay,” you stutter, standing up and exiting the photo booth, finding the boardwalk still deserted. legs still shaking, you trip over your own feet and lean on the walls of the booth for support. ellie took hold of your waist, ensuring you don’t fall.

“hey, look, our picture,” she points out, taking the strip out from the slot and showing the black and white photo to you. 

ellie smiles at the strip, “we look good, huh?”

you nod, still simmering down. ellie takes notice of your state and plants a kiss to your lips, rubbing your waist soothingly. 

“how ‘bout we get outta here and get some real food? sound good, baby?”

you nod, smiling, “sounds perfect.”

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rin= babyfever?

i want it now!

RAAAHGHHAHAHGA BABY FEVER RIN IS SO REAL and if baby fever rin is real then BREEDING KINK RIN IS REAL oh my god.

this mf absolutely NEEDS to fill you up every time y’all have sex. like yeah he likes sex and all, feeling your needy cunt sucked him in as he groans about the tightness BUT he isn’t completely satisfied until he pulls out and sees his cum flowing out of you.

and rin is always careful yk? like ur always in birth control and shit and the two of you have never had any problems with it. that was until your friend visited unannounced with a baby on her hip.

like rin didn’t even like kids before 💀 i just know he’d have been the one to open the door and looked with disgust at the drooling thing in this random lady’s arms. and hes soooo annoyed when you just let them into his house. like who do u think u are?? 🙄

and he’s still annoyed as you, your friend, and that drooling mess sit on the carpet as he sits with a scowl on the couch. that is until he notices you pick up the baby. it’s super sudden when rin feels like his heart skips a beat at your bright eyed smile as you bounce the baby up and down. and it even laughs. it likes you. rin watches for a second longer before standing abruptly and leaving the room. the thought of you pregnant with his kids was too much for him to handle lol.

you just looked so pretty smiling while holding a baby and he couldn’t handle it. if he looked at you for too long, he’d start imagining a life with you where you’d have children of your own and that wasn’t necessarily in his plans for the future.

UNTIL it’s later that day, your friend and her baby gone, and you and him in your bedroom. your loud moans filled his ears and he could just cum at how pretty you sound.

“come on, baby” rin pants against your neck. “fucking squeeze me tighter.. make me cum and fucking breed you”

“fill you with my babies”

he felt you tighten around him at his last comment, and it only urged him to thrust into your tight cunt faster. the only thing on his mind was your swollen stomach and your tits full. fuck, you’d look so beautiful as his pregnant wife.

your sweet moans filled his ears once again and he grunts deeply in your ear. “want your babies..” you panted, letting out a small whine when rin hit a particular sensitive spot inside of you. “wanna be full of your kids.. need your cum so bad, rin..”

and that’s all rin needed to hear before pulling your hips higher into his and slamming his hips into yours until he came deep inside of your cunt.

“beautiful,” rin muttered as he watched his cum seep out of your ruined pussy before shoving his fingers deep inside of you to make sure you’d be growing his kid soon. “so fucking beautiful, my angel”

and then he’d continue to fuck you full of his cum until you were just leaking his cum. and yeah 🙏

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk smut #blue lock smut #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #rin itoshi smut #rin smut

[causenessus]

Meeting Your Eyes. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, tecchou (ft. cranky jouno <3), tachihara

written in 2nd pov (female implied!)

song recc: my jinji by sunset rollercoaster

word count: 1492 words

lil scenarios of meeting their eyes <3 chuuya and tachihara get special treatment with lowercase names in theirs bc their just so soft and i love them so much but they're all so sweet !!! i refuse to write dialogue in paragraphs so sorry they're mixed with the headcanons (๑´ ^ `๑) hope u enjoy!! this is my slightly late valentine's day post <33

dazai

tries to meet your eyes the whole day at the agency

peeks above your laptop screen and to the side trying to grab your attention and pouts when you don’t look at him

solely because he wants attention or because he wants to convince you to go somewhere with him

Atsushi has discovered that it’s impossible to communicate with Dazai when he gets like this

the boy can only watch as Dazai progressively gets closer to you, and by the end he’s completely on his desk and leaning over yours <3

“[Y/N]...” he whined, using a hand to move your computer screen back and forth

“yes?” you said, keeping your eyes focused on the wobbling screen

“look at meee, please?” he inched closer to your face, almost breaking your mask

you know as soon as you look at him you won’t be able to say no

he’ll be giving you puppy eyes the entire day, and he knows that if he can get you to look at him, he’ll be able to convince you

“I’m sure Kunikida-kun wouldn’t mind if we went home a little early, can we please?” he continued to beg

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you tried to clear your mind, “even if he doesn’t mind–which I think is highly doubtful–I still have work I can get done. so the answer is no. you can hang in there, love.”

your words went through one ear and out the other, “can you say it while looking at me?” he was using a soft, quiet voice that was making it hard to stay strong. if he wasn’t so persuasive, you’d love to look at your boyfriend’s pretty face. it was already hard enough to not look at him even though you knew how convincing he could be

a hand brushed against yours, starting to play with your index finger as Dazai whined your name again.

you opened your eyes as you answered, “no, ‘Samu–” the moment you met eyes with him, your resolve faltered

he had the most adorable expression on his already endearing face that made your heart ache whenever he looked at you like this.

you averted your eyes as you silently closed your laptop, beginning to pack your bag, “...I suppose I could get it done tomorrow. and as long as it’s turned in by its deadline Kunikida-san will be fine with it.”

“oh! my belladonna!” Dazai exclaimed as he practically threw himself onto you, arms wrapped around your neck, “I knew I could convince you. let’s go home,” he gave you an innocent smile, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling away to gather his own things

chuuya

chuuya meets your eyes from across a corporate party

you’re the only one he can truly feel comfortable around in such a large setting. he feels safer knowing you’re safe when he’s around you and can see you

plus, he’s more than happy to walk around with you. he’s proud to be walking with the beautiful lady who’s turning every head <3 it’s even better because he knows that no matter what, you’re all his

he looks for you the moment he arrives at the party, searching the crowd for your face

he ignores anyone trying to talk to him or offer him something to drink. honestly, he waves everyone away, completely focused on finding you

he pushes past a couple in the crowd and suddenly he’ll see you; your eyes slightly wide and mouth parted as you meet his eyes from afar

as soon as you see him, you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him and he’s doing the same. you never take your eyes off of him, scared to lose him in the crowd again

when you finally meet, it’s like everything was set just for this moment. a beam of light perfectly shines over you both as you meet in the middle

“you look stunning, sweetheart,” he can’t help but say, hands trailing down your sides, resting on your hips

your arms drape across his shoulders and around his neck as you brush noses with him, “so do you, darling.” you both share a smile, continuing to look into his slate colored eyes. “I was looking everywhere for you.”

he can feel his heart start to slow as he relaxes in your hold. “so was I, doll,” as he stares into your eyes, he realizes that all he needs is you.

“say,” he murmurs, eyes lowering to watch his hands as they draw circles on your skin, “I know we just got here, but I just wanna be with you. wanna get out of here?” when he looks back up at you, his eyes are playful

“as long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we go,” you respond, intertwining your hand with his as he starts to lead you through the crowd <3

tecchou

you meet eyes with Tecchou when you look across the table to find him already looking at you

your heart stirs, stricken by those pretty amber eyes, and he hasn’t even processed that you’ve caught him staring

he’s so entranced in you that he only smiles when you meet his eyes, his head resting on a hand

“Hiro, you’re staring again,” you say softly, your cheeks warm a little under his gaze

“I can’t help it, angel. I could stare at you all day and it wouldn’t be enough, you’re just too perfect.” <3

Jouno is most certainly not happy about it

“Tecchou-san, I can hear you ogling [Y/N]-san from here and I really wish you would stop. Please stop breathing while you’re at it,” he scoffs from the other side of the table

(it’s Jouno’s special way of saying he’s happy for you both <3)

probably how you ended up finding out that he liked you

he had never hidden how much he stared at you because he was never ashamed of it

you thought he was so charming when you first met him that you were surprised he would ever take interest in you

“it’s not just that you’re beautiful. it’s just like I can see how pure you are in character. everything around you is brighter, whether I’m looking at you or when I’m with you. it’s been like that ever since I first met you,” he answered when you brought this up the day he confessed

(ear plugs did not save Jouno in the room over who was reaching for a trash can

you try to hold his gaze whenever you meet eyes with him but you’re always the first to look away, face turning red while he only continues to look at you with a lovesick smile <3

tachihara

you’re the person tachihara looks to whenever someone says something worth sharing “a look” for or when someone says something funny

yk like when someone says questionable and you look to someone else like “did they just say that fr?”

that’s tachihara and you <3

whenever jokes are made, he laughs and looks at you to see if you found it funny as well

loves to laugh with you and make you laugh <3

he has a ton of inside jokes with you

for example, radios are heavily used in the mafia so that everyone can communicate

earpieces do their job, but despite the beauty of modern technology sometimes their audio can be so scratchy and incoherent. especially when people get farther away, the audio just gets harder and harder to understand

once, when tachihara took you out on a date and you both were walking around in a store, a worker came on to the intercom to say something but it just sounded like a jumble of fuzz and garbled words.

he nudged you with his shoulder saying, “sounds like hirotsu every time he tries to speak to us during a job.”

you both were crying, holding onto shelves and dying of laughter afterwards <3

and now every time during a job when you hear hirotsu through your ear piece, you both immediately look at each other with mischievous smiles and stifled laughter

even during the most serious of meetings–you both could be standing right in front of Mori and it’s like you guys have a telepathic connection

you both will look at each other simultaneously and share the same thoughts

meeting eyes with him always ends with you both having uncontrollable smiles that automatically spread across your faces <3

along with the knowing looks you two share, there’s so much love and adoration in your eyes for each other

he also knows that if you don’t meet his eyes or if they’re not as lively as usual, something’s wrong and he’s always quick to ask you what he can do to help <3

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #tachihara x reader #tachihara michizou #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

[2012aura]

Spencer reid x reader where she has red lipstick on and kisses him all over his face and he’s just like giggle as reader just keeps doing it? (Hope u understand what I mean English isn’t my first language)

of course, i can do this, and your english is fine do not worry!

red kissies !

summary : being drunk and wearing red lipstick doesn't always stay clean.

warning : alcohol usage.

pairing : spencer reid x black!reader

it was a late friday night, and the bau had just closed a big case they were working on. you forgot who but someone suggested you all go out for drinks to celebrate, and gosh how could you say no?

so there you sat, five drinks deep, at the booth with spencer. his hand around your waist to keep you steady on your seat, nothing but a dozy smile left on your red lips. you leaned into spence, "can i kiss you spence?" you said breathlessly. maybe it was the alcohol giving you the confidence to kiss him in front of all his friends, or perhaps you were tired of being so scared of public displays of affection. a soft smile also overtook spencers beautiful features, the team looked at you both and could see heart eyes. "of course you can beautiful, kiss away," he said. you wasted no time diving into his lips, your lipstick starting to smear on him.

you moved your lips from against his letting yourself indulge in his now red and smiley face. that same dorky smile that came around every time you both watched some sci-fi movie. you started to kiss around his face, leaving red-tinted kissy marks all over his cheeks and neck. the team was still so invested and their eyes never darted away, even when spencer side-eyed them many times. they talked amongst themselves, in shock at how this night of drinking was coming to an end. your kisses soon filled most of his face, giggling to yourself about the absurd amount of kisses on him. "hm, i wonder who did all of these," you strung out your words, pointing to each and every kiss mark. spencer just sat there, with his heartwarming, loving smile, "I'm not sure, but if I'm correct, it must be the pretty lady in front of me," he said lovingly.

he got himself up from his seat, walking over to the team, leaving you to put your jacket on. "if you guys even so mutter of this ... you're dead," he said jokingly, while the team snickered at him. "pretty boy, your face is covered in kisses, can't take you seriously," said derek with a cheeky smile on. "yeah yeah whatever, bye you guys, we had a blast." spencer said as everyone also said goodbye, derek let another sly remark leave his lips. "yeah we can see that," he said which made the rest of the team erupt in laughter. spencer finished helping you put your jacket on and grabbed your hand, leading you to the exit. it was a chilly night, and your hair was now poofy from all the fun you all had. you both were too drunk to even consider driving so you walked, you didn't live too far from this little bar.

"spence, i love you, my pretty boy," you cooed while you lazily touched the side of his face. before spencer could reply another idea popped into your mind, "do you mind if i take a picture of us, just for memories you know?" spencer said he didn't mind at all. you took out your phone from your coat pocket ad snapped a couple pictures of you both, and then him alone. you weren't planning on posting them, at least not for a long time. "thank you for tonight spence, it was amazing" you said wholeheartedly, you were not approaching your apartment after walking for about fifteen minutes. "you're welcome baby, always wanna see you happy." spencer spoke as you both arrived at the apartment door. opening the door for you and letting you tumble upstairs as he locked the door. once you were both in the privacy of your own room you changed into something more comfortable for sleeping. you both sat on the edge of the bed, with cups of tea on your lap, and a book in spencers hand. you admired his face longly, with the red stains still on them. which is when you decided to take another picture of me, and one turned into ten until he acknowledged you.

"i know i said a picture lasts longer but i think you have enough," he laughed as he set his book and tea down, grabbing yours and doing the same. his arms found their way around your waist, pulling you up onto the bed and onto his chest. "let's rest now, yeah?" he said, and you sleepily nodded. the next morning all went well, you both woke up with a pounding headache but one detail went unnoticed until you fully opened your eyes, "SPENCER THE SHEETS!" you yelped, there were now red stains permanently stuck on your white sheets.

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hopefully, you enjoyed it, leave a cmmt if you please!

#2012asksꔫ #2012aura ♡ #spencer reid x black!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

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idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

#lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe reader #lu x gender neutral reader #linked universe gn reader #gn reader #gn reader imagines #moon asks #tags are so hard #send good vibes u guys surgery is scary #ive acc been awake the last time i got a tooth extracted which is why this is extra weird for me #also i got it late in life im 23 lmao #uknow maybe u flirting w/the boys would automatically up their game so then they start getting better at beatin u at it lmao #omfg can u imagine tho #medieval looking wars that usually speaks shakespeare level flirts just says now #'so if i offered u enough shiny trinkets- would u be interesting in dating me?' #lmao

[thebearchives]

it's time to be real | CL16

P​​AIRING: charles leclerc x reader

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SYNOPSIS: with a sudden fixation on the extremely attractive hot guy standing near the water fountain, and no plan whatsoever on how to talk to him, you can't help but be thankful when your phone buzzes and your friend brings up the idea to get him to take your bereal photo.

WARNINGS: fluff, charles being bad at social media, charles not understanding social media, probably incorrect descriptions of ibiza idk i’ve never been, reader is so down bad for charles, very small “epilogue of sorts” at the end featuring pierre gasly bc it’s not a charles fic without pierre

A/N: a little fluff to get over the bullshit that was the belgian gp (ferrari can shove their strats up their own asses thank u very much)

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

you had always known that the sunsets in ibiza were beautiful, but seeing a picture of one could not compare to experiencing it in real life. you said as much to your best friend, who sat across you with a flute of pink champagne in her hand.

the two of you were at a restaurant in the heart of ibiza, seated under the orange-tinted sky with a clear view of the setting sun. you’d been very lucky today, as the waitress had said herself, to have a balcony table open up just as you came in. with a view like this, you didn’t have to wonder why it was a hot commodity.

indeed, you had been very lucky. not just because of the perfect view of the changing skies, but also because of the beautiful man you had spotted near the large water fountain below. god, he was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t even see him clearly.

“you know, if he were to just look up at a 45-degree angle, he would see your eyes just staring into his soul. can you chill out?” your friend rolled her eyes, absolutely done with your fixation on the man behind her.

“he’s literally so attractive, it’s unreal.” you furrowed your eyebrows, “he’s unreal.”

“what if he’s one of those guys who are actually super ugly close up but just look pretty from afar?” ever the pessimist, wasn’t she?

“can you just be happy for me?” you ripped a small piece off of the bread sitting in the middle of the table and tossed it at her face. 

she rolled her eyes, “he doesn’t even know you exist. what if he’s a douche?”

“but what if he isn’t?”

she closed her eyes, throwing her head back in exasperation. after a couple of seconds, she looked back at you, “are you done eating? maybe if we go down now, we can still get to him before he leaves.”

and that is why she was your best friend. even if she didn’t understand you sometimes, she was willing to help you out.

“have i ever told you that i love you?” you smiled at her as she called a waiter over, asking for the bill.

“yes, but you can show me how much you love me by paying the bill,” she fluttered her eyes at you and gave you a big smile.

“oh, you are such a bitch.” you’d walked right into that. 

“and don’t you forget it!”

before you left the balcony, you looked back at the greek god of a man one last time. hopefully, he would stay put in the time it would take to reach him.

“so, what’s your plan?” your friend looked at you as you held the door open for another customer.

“my plan?” you smiled politely to the old lady who thanked you for holding the door open before making your way over to your friend, “plan for what?”

“you’re telling me, that you wanted to go see this man, up close and personal, but have no plan for what to do after you get there?”

“well, when you put it that way, yes.”

“god, you’re incorrigible.” she stepped away from you, “i’m not doing this with you, you’re on your own. if you embarrass yourself, do not come back to me. i don’t want to be seen with you.”

“you’re literally so rude,” you frowned at your friend.

“and you’re dumb.”

you huffed, “what did i do to deserve this?”

“exist.”

“f/n, please,” you grabbed her arm and shook it, whining, “you have to help me! he’s still there, and he’s even prettier in real life, please.”

before she could say anything, both of your phones buzzed. the bright yellow caution sign emojis caught your eye. a bereal notification. 

“oh my god,” your friend grabbed your arm and started tugging you towards the fountain where the pretty man still stood. you could tell from her expression that she might have just solved all your problems.

as she pulled you, she began to explain her idea, “you’re gonna go and run to that man and ask him to take a picture of you for your be real account, and then when he does, you will have a picture of his own face, all to yourself. creepy, yes, but i mean, i’ve seen worse on tiktok.”

“do now, ask questions later.” she cut you off before you could even speak, “you’re running out of time!”

after a rather hard push from your friend, you found yourself speedwalking toward the pretty man. luckily his back was turned towards you, so he didn’t see you hyping yourself up before ultimately tapping on his shoulder.

“uhm, excuse me?”

he turned around, the look of confusion present on his face melting into a soft smile, “yes?”

wow. it was like that one word had just punched you in the gut and left you breathless. his voice was perfect. he was just like the sunsets in ibiza, so much prettier up close.

he shuffled a bit, uncomfortable with your lack of communication, “ehm, hello?”

“oh,” you blinked, “i am so sorry, i uhm,” you pushed your phone towards his chest, “would you mind taking a picture of me for my be real?”

“your be real?” he seemed confused.

god, the way his face moved into different expressions was mesmerizing. 

“yup, you’d just need to click the button on the bottom to take the picture. but it is timed, so you’d have to take the picture in under two minutes.” as you explained, you didn’t take your eyes off of him for even a second. you noticed that he had ducked his head down to look at your phone, eyes squinting as he paid close attention to what you were saying.

the second you finished speaking, he leaned back up and smiled at you, “ah, okay. let’s do this.”

you quickly unlocked your phone, passing it over with the bereal app open and ready to take a picture.

“do you want me to take the picture of you in front of the fountain?” common human decency had never sounded as good as it did coming out of his mouth.

at your nod, he smiled and held the phone up, waiting for you to get ready.

“okay,” he started, “one, two, and…”

he held the phone for a beat, and you smiled wider. that should have been enough for the selfie. as you made your way back to him, you noticed his distraught expression.

“oh, i am terribly sorry. i was taking the picture like you asked, and then when it saved, my face was in the top right corner,” he explained, showing you your phone as proof.

you smiled at his cluelessness, it just made him so much more cuter, “oh, that’s okay! it’s actually a feature for the app. it takes a picture from both front and back cameras.”

his cheeks reddened slightly, “oh, well this is slightly embarrassing.”

“endearing, actually.” you smiled at the sight of his cheeks getting darker, “shall we take a look at the picture then?”

as if realizing he was still holding your phone, he jolted, hand reaching up to place the phone back into your hands. his fingers brushed against your palm as he let go, “sorry about that, i forgot i was still holding it.”

“no worries,” you couldn’t keep the smile off your face while talking to him. you quickly clicked the save button on the bottom of the picture before moving the phone in between the two of you.

you tapped on the little window with his face on it and smiled at the insanely attractive picture that had been captured. you didn’t realize it then, but as he took your picture, his eyes got squinty again, focused, and from between the rosy pink of his lips, you could see a bit of his tongue poking out.

“oh, mon dieu.” his voice came out low and quiet. fuck, was that french? holy shit, this man just kept getting hotter and hotter.

“you look cute,” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from grinning like a madman. 

“no, no, no,” the man shook his head, “nothing about that picture is cute.”

“no?” you tilted your head at him, a smirk painted on your lips, “i don’t know, i kind of liked it.”

you noticed that his ears turned red before his cheeks, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. he shook his head, “no, no, can we please retake the picture? i’ll promise to look better now that i know i will be in it, also.”

now, who were you to stop such a fine man from wanting to take another picture of himself in your phone? you handed the phone back to him, “be my guest.”

you hovered the phone over his hand for a second. you decided to take a shot, “you know, if either of us is fast enough, we could meet in the middle and take the selfie together.”

he hummed, the noise sending shivers down your spine, “that sounds like fun.”

and so, naturally, the two of you attempted it. and failed every time. all the failed attempts sat nestled in your camera roll. 

one picture had caught the man with a smile on his face, his hair tousled in the air as he tried towards you in time. he had been too slow. 

in the next one, he decided to stand a bit closer to you, but this picture had been too blurry for either of your liking, a flash of skin colour and pink from the sky.

the third picture had been your last attempt, and the best one yet. but still, it was blurry and you wished to just grab him and take a picture with your cheek pressed against his.

“okay, we have less than thirty seconds to get this right. i have an idea, okay?” you grabbed his hand, tugging him much closer to where you had been standing for the pictures, “you stay here, okay? i’ll come to you for the selfie.”

at his confused nod, the two of you manned your stations for the last time. he cleared his throat, beginning his countdown once more. you waited for his signal before rushing to him as fast as you could. at the very last moment, you jumped, arms wrapping around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist.

the man instantly reached to stabilize the two of you, one hand wrapping under your thigh while the other stuck out in a way to recenter himself. you watched as the picture automatically uploaded itself, reaching the end of the time limit.

you let out a breathy laugh, “sorry about that.”

you could tell that he was still quite shocked, his jaw dropped and eyes wide open. after a couple of seconds, his shoulders started shaking, the most attractive laughter escaping his mouth.

he helped you slide off of his back, his shoulders still shaking slightly, handing your phone back to you. 

“quick!” he was excited, eyes shining brightly, “i want to see how that one turned out.”

unsurprisingly, the picture did not come out as clear as either of you had hoped, but you still thought it was the best of them all.

 the picture had captured the moment you jumped onto his back, the sudden jerk in the camera causing the picture to be rather blurry. but it was a nice kind of blurry. you noticed you had been smiling so widely in the picture, your eyes appeared as mere slits. on the other hand, the love of your life, as you had labelled him, was captured with an expression halfway between shock and happiness, with a smile on his lips, but his eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“it’s cute.” he voiced your thoughts out loud, “i’d like a copy of this picture if you can save it.”

your head shot up to him, “really?”

he smiled and nodded, “yeah, i think i want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”

your eyes met his, a soft smile gracing both of your lips.

your phone made its way to his open hand for the last time. you watched him closely as he punched in his number. his ears were still fairly pink, although the blush on his cheeks had gone down. his bottom lip had been pulled into his mouth, teeth gnawing on the flesh as he contemplated what to name his contact id. he’d left it plain in the end, with just a red heart next to his name.

charles ❤️

— very, very short epilogue:

*ynlover just posted late.*

charleslover: well, aren’t you just the prettiest man in the world <3

ynlover: @/charleslover only for you, mon coeur

likedbypierregasly: mate we can all see you flirting

ynlover: @/likedbypierregasly wait, so i can’t private message on here?

charleslover: no, mon ange. we’ve been over this.

#ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ writes #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc fluff #fluff #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula one #cl16 #charles #leclerc #pierre gasly cameo #pierre gasly #1k

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

Secret Romantic (Grell Sutcliff x gn!artist!Reader)

A/N: I’m still pretty new to black butler but this woman has been living in my head rent-free for the past few weeks, which fortunately has given me a bit of inspiration to write a fic :> hope u like it and i hope it isn’t too ooc.

Summary: You were not really known to be a hopeless romantic, unlike your flamboyant companion. However, she wasn’t expecting to see a different side of you on the night you dropped your sketchbook nearby…

In the midst of another work-filled night, you quickly flipped through the to-die list one last time. “I think that’s about everyone tonight.” You let out a sigh of relief in unison with the red reaper in front of you, “What a night. I’m so glad that Phantomhive got this case closed rather quickly.” A bit of awkward silence passed until you heard a few quiet giggles, which made you turn to your friend who’s green irises were swinging left and right to each picture she had in her hands.

“Grell, are you listening?!” You raised your voice enough for her to let out a yelp as if she was a frightened puppy. “‘Bassy’ caught your eye again?” You scoff. “Come on, can you blame me? He was ever so graceful, how could I not take a photo or fourty~? Especially when he was wearing that ridiculously handsome suit~!” She dreamily sighs and you do nothing but roll your eyes. You never liked demons, always thought they were a hassle to deal with. It didn’t make it any better that a certain demon butler just so happened to steal the doting heart of the woman who stole yours.

“Well, I’ll head off now so you can have your little fun, I suppose. See you at work, my lady.” You greeted nonchalantly as you quickly jumped out of the scene using your reaper agility. Before Grell could glue her eyes back to the photos, she heard a thud nearby, finding a familiar book on the stone ground. It was the sketchbook you always brought around during work to draw on whenever you had a bit of time on your hands. She remembered the times you refused to show her your artworks, hiding the pages against your chest as a faint but cute blush creeped onto your cheeks.

It seemed that curiosity killed the cat (much to Sebastian’s dismay) as Grell approached the sketchbook with a smirk, letting go of her precious photos for the time being…

“Let��s see what you’ve been hiding from me, darling.” She mutters to herself as she slowly flips through the sketchbook, admiring every image. There’s a sketch of the town you recently visited in the view from a tall building, doodles of a couple of dresses you saw from a store window, and other random things. You were quite talented, she thought, curious if you happened to have a doodle of dear Bassy as well~ It only took a couple minutes until she flipped through a page that caught her off guard.

Several doodles of the red reaper herself were presented to her, some smiling, some frowning, some drawings ended down to her head or bust and there were a couple of full body drawings as well. She flipped through more pages and found herself again. There was one drawing where she was wearing a beautiful dress and another where she and you dancing together, she was wearing the same dress while you wore your own outfit with a similar design. It was like an illustration from a fairytale book, the you in the sketch revealed a big smile that your colleagues don’t often see on you in real life.

The next page had sketches of her in other fancy outfits, the page after that had sketches of her doing her signature pose, the page after that was a drawing of you and her, hand in hand and looking at each other fondly while the moonlight illuminated your figures. She didn’t realize you were so observant over her. It was a bit unsettling, but it also felt endearing to her that you put in so much effort into capturing her beauty on paper. Her mind was filled with different thoughts, the memories of you and her training, laughing, smiling and spending time together all those years ago up till now. She couldn’t deny that it made her heart flutter.

Meanwhile, you were panicking in your room trying to find that lost sketchbook, worried that Grell had caught it first. You dejectedly rushed to your door only to find said reaper in front of your doorstep, causing you to stumble backwards. “Gah! G-Grell, what are y-you doing here..?” Your heart was pounding as you looked over to her hand which was holding very thing you were looking for over the past several minutes. Grell chuckled a bit as she handed it back to you. “Darling, I never thought you felt this way about me~” She stepped closer with a smile.

“I-I’m sorry, I can explain-“ “No, I’m sorry for pulling on your heartstrings like that, my dear.” Grell’s eyes softened as she apologized. “The drawings are gorgeous as well. I didn’t know you were such a romantic~!” She smirked and you huff your cheeks, “I guess you just rubbed off on me, my lady.”

“No worries, it’s cute.” Her smile grew as she watched your cheeks flush and eyes widen. “Aww, look at your cheeks! They’re covered in such an adorable shade of red~” She failed to supress a cheeky giggle. “Stop teasing me!” You quickly protest before she held out a hand to you.

“Heh, well I must admit, you were always dear to me, darling. I guess I was too occupied with my own obsessions to realize it sooner… But since you seem to be interested in a dance, may I take your hand tonight~?” She stated flirtatiously, causing your cheeks to grow hotter. You were a lot less experienced in the world of love compared to the reaper in front of you, causing you to hesitate taking her offer…

But then again, who are you to refuse a lovely lady such as Grell Sutcliff~?

A/N: i need sleep. why must motivation show up during midnight T_T anyways hope u like it :P

#rin’s writings >—❥ #black butler grell #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grell x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #grelle sutcliff #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji grell

[zhounauts]

crown prince!lee heeseung x f!reader // warnings: cursing, fainting (?) part two series masterlist

a/n got inspo for this after rereading this reincarnation webtoon i used to like a lot, these reincarnation stories are lwk a guitly pleasure of mine so i was like why not write one

+ is this even considered an x reader??? like heeseung hates u oopsie lolz

anyways enjoy (hopefully)

YOU WOKE UP WITH AN EPIPHANY , to give the two leads their happy ending. despite the fact that you had woken up in a stereotypical reincarnation manhwa, the author was far from stereotypical. not only did she have a strange almost concerning obsession with her two main leads, but she was also a goody-two shoes rule follower who told you that the original plot of the story and every single event must be followed and copied to perfection.

unfortunately for her, you said fuck that, had knights take her away and put her in a mansion on the outskirts of the kingdom where she wouldn't be able to reach you. so now, instead of scheming devious, nefarious acts against the female protagonist you now took advantage of your personal chef who worked relentlessly at your constant requests to try all the fancy dishes you could've never afforded in your previous life.

"the audacity!" rina, your maid suddenly exclaims, holding a letter.

"i can't believe this! my lady, this is outrageous! how can saintess sora write and send something so shameless!? " faye your second maid exclaims.

"hm?" you ask, focusing on the blueberry cheesecake in front of you, "what happened faye?"

"the saintess sent an invitation for her tea party! she wrote, 'countess i know we are not on good terms because of the crown prince, but the other ladies and i hope that you will join our humble tea party, and put aside your grudge'" you chew on the cake.

"oh, okay,"

"OKAY!?" the two scream.

"m-my lady! how does this not bother you? she is being disrespectful and using the fact that she has the crown prince's affections despite you are his soon-to-be wife!"

"oh, that's true," you shrug, "what can i do about it? if he likes her better okay then, i don't want to marry him anyways," rina collapses into faye's arms.

"my lady! rina are you--"

"with all due respect, but my lady, back then you would've done something! why the change of heart now?"

"well. . .he doesn't like me?? like it's pretty obvious, and i was just naive and uhm, craving for male validation back then or something like that i guess. it doesn't matter to me anymore,"

". . ."

"besides, his highness prince jay is more my type ,"

"MY LADY-"

"I MIGHT FAINT-"

after calming down your fainting maids, you had reassured them that you would go to the tea party and give the female protagonist, saintess sora, a taste of her own medicine for the disrespect she had sown you. (you were not planning this at all)

so now here you were, a week later getting dressed for the pain-in-the-ass tea party. "my lady we will dress you up to be the most beautiful at the party!" your maids exclaim.

"that's really. . .not necessary you know? i'll wear one of the dresses i usually wear," rina starts to lecture you, before a knock interrupts. faye rushes out of the dressing area, to open the door.

"your highness!" she exclaims, bowing. you peek out from behind the dressing area and head out.

"my lady you are not ready--"

"your highness, a pleasure to have you here," you say, bowing.

"y/n," heeseung addresses coldly, "are you attending sora's tea party?"

"yes, your highness,"

"she was telling me she was worried you would reject her request, due to your dislike for her," he says, narrowing his eyes at you bitterly. you stare at him unimpressed.

"my apologies, your highness, if i offend you by saying this. however you and saintess sora seem to be mistaken,"

"my lady don't--"

"i literally don't give a shit,"

"oh dear gods," rina mutters, and she collapses.

a/n lemme know how it was 😋😋

#heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung #royal au #enhypen royalty au #prince!heeseung #prince!au #enhypen imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung imagines #heeseung fluff #enha x reader #enhypen #enha imagines #enha fluff #jungwon #sunghoon #engene #enha #enha fanfic #heeseung fic #enhypen fic #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #enha x y/n #enha x you #heeseung oneshots

[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Hello there, my friend! 😊

After thinking very long about what to request (I couldn't decide), I finally made it into your ask box. 😁

What do you think about a Will Ransome story? Perhaps he falls in love with someone he shouldn't fall in love with? Someone who works with him at the church? I'll leave the rest open to you. 😊

"Thief of Hearts" A Will Ransome x F!Reader Oneshot

With his pending nuptials sending his heart into doubt, Reverend Ransome seeks to distract his mind by saving a the soul of a wandering thief...until she begins to alter the course of his life instead.

Pairing: Will Ransome x F!Reader Genre: Forbidden Love; sad ending Word Count: 3k Content Warning: I guess if you count an engaged vicar having thots a trigger

Ten weeks until Midsummer night. Ten weeks until the Reverend of Aldwinter married. Ten long, yet instantaneous weeks. 

Will stood on the open threshold of his church early that warm April morning, sweeping the stoop casually, alone with the Lord and his own thoughts. 

It had been a difficult winter for him. Being hardly twenty-two and fresh from seminary, it took even the gentle Will Ransome some time to gain the trust of the small hamlet in rural England. Of course, God always provided, and a particularly bad snow storm the previous December had nearly paralyzed the village, and perhaps it would have ended in disaster had Will, along with a few of the town’s more physically-adept men, to bring supplies from another town miles away, taking them nearly a week on foot with minimal support to make the journey. The rescue efforts had been a success, saving the people from disease and starvation at a crucial hour. 

Of course, not only did this act of heroism persuade the village to accept the youthful, gangly vicar, but it had another, less-foreseen side effect: the women of Aldwinter suddenly became needy for him, which had really thrown the sincere young pastor for a loop. 

Normally, seeing the uptick in church attendance was a welcome sight, but Will was no fool. Aldwinter didn;t have a large population, but it surely seemed like the spinsters and young maidens of the town doubled in number overnight. They lingered after service, waiting at strategic points in the reception line, each so as not to be overshadowed by her predecessor. Each had a different tactic to gain the man's attention, and most failed. 

The only one who was able to keep his eye for more than a moment had been Stella, who was far and away the most quiet and virtuous of the girls in Aldwinter. Fair-haired and gentle, she moved with natural grace and humility, and of course, the whisperings among the congregation were that of all the ladies, Stella would make the most appropriate bride for a man of God. 

She exuded patience, virtue, purity, a love for children and God, and a servant’s heart. 

So Will decided that pretty Stella, lovely and true, indeed would be the perfect little wife for him. Not only would a courtship finally quell the unwanted advances of the town’s more boisterous virgins, but perhaps it was time for Will to adhere to God’s commandment to be fruitful and multiply. So, Will asked Stella’s father for permission to formally court her with the intent of marriage by the following summer. 

The artifice of such an arranged courtship was not lost on Ransome, however, and as winter melted into spring, he somehow both became more and less convinced that marrying at this time was the right idea.

Perhaps he was merely using Stella, who certainly deserved better? He was very fond of her in earnest, and he did find her beautiful both inside and out. He knew she would make him a happy husband, and that he would devote his life to her own comfort. After all, that was what God commanded husbands and wives to do. 

Stella kept assuring him how happy she was, how thrilled she was to be starting her married life with him, and how soon she wanted to begin having children (although Will found himself often reminding her that it was up to the Lord to decide on the timing of their future children). 

So many doubts flooded his mind. He was constantly about either the church or town, if not making wedding plans, visiting the villagers and tending to their spiritual needs, so this rare moment to sweep the porch of his sanctuary was welcome. He could speak to God in his mind and ask for the advice he so desperately needed. 

This bright, unseasonably-warm April morning had a different feeling to it. Something uncertain was hanging in the air about the reverend, making the hair on his neck stand. 

“Something is coming…” he found himself muttering, though he rarely spoke to himself outside of prayer. 

As if on a cue, a young girl of about ten came rushing over the hill on which the same church house sat, yelling for the pastor. “VICAR! COME QUICK!”

“Child, what is it? Is someone hurt?” he asked with sudden concern. 

“Some vagabond got caught stealing from Mr. Miller! No one seems to know who she is, but he beat her to the ground and now he’s calling for stocks!” 

“Stocks?” Will almost chuckled in spite of the seriousness of the moment. What a medieval punishment! Do stocks even exist?

Will followed the girl down the hill and into the village, where the burly, bald old butcher was standing over a figure as of yet unclear to him as he approached the scene. 

You had no idea what was going on, only that you;d made the attempt to slip your hand into the bulging pocket of the old butcher, only for some brat to alert him to your presence. The man may have had forty years on you, but he could still pack a wallop, especially seeing as you were still weak from the influenza that had nearly taken you over the winter, and that you were still very hungry. 

He kicked you repeatedly in the ribs until you fell over, calling for stocks or a gallows as he continued to assault you. 

Vaguely, you could hear some women protesting, claiming that you were only  a starving girl (which was, of course, truth). Mr. Miller, however, did not stop, at least until another man’s voice joined the assembly. 

It was deep, but gentler than the others.  “How dare you raise a hand to a woman?” it began. 

Mr. Miller’s voice lost some of its’ rage. “Reverend Ransome,” he said quietly. 

“Aren’t you ashamed?” the deep, gentle voice continued. You had your head in the dirt, and intended to keep it that way for your protection. “The Lord teaches us to forgive those who trespass against us.”

“Everything I am worth is in this purse, and she nearly nicked it off me!” protested the gruff butcher. 

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t carry your life savings on your person,” the other man suggested. “Or, perhaps you should mind the teaching of Our Father and offer the girl some help instead?”

You finally spoke up. “I can leave,” you said softy. “I’m wandering, looking for work. I just recovered from influenza, and I lost my factory job and had to do…do some horrid things to get by…but I was chased out of town--”

“--bloody hell, what a surprise!--” swore Mr. Miller. 

“--and I have been eating grasses on the roadside to subsist, hoping there’s work in the north,” you explained. 

After a moment of silence, the gentle voice remarked, “It’s newly spring, there is very little grass.”

“Exactly,” you said pathetically.

You were conscious of the gentle man kneeling down beside you. He slipped a finger under your chin, bringing your face into view, forcing you to look the town reverend in the eye for the first time. 

Instantly, you knew that here before you was not a man who would do you harm. His eyes were gentle, blue, full of sympathy for you. You couldn;t help but be instantly revived by his touch. For being a chaste man of god, his face could turn a lady to sin, the rugged handsomeness of his visage nearly hypnotizing you. 

Your lower lip trembled in hesitation. It was this little twitch that seemed to perk his interest even more, as if expressing a small degree of modesty was something that went a long way in the parson’s mind. 

“Poor woman, please don't be afraid,” he said in the softest, most inviting voice. 

“What are we going to do with her?” asked Mr. Miller angrily. 

“My name is Will,” he said, ignoring the butcher in order to introduce himself. “I am the vicar here in Aldwinter.” 

“I…I’m Y/N,” you replied. 

Will smiled. “A beautiful name. It suits you. But your accent is Welsh…Cardiff?”

You smiled and nodded meekly. “You really are a far way from home, little wanderer,” he said, observing you a bit more closely. You could feel his eyes strip you down to your core, both in a curious way…and one that may have had a more lustful foundation, even if he himself was not aware of it.

“Well?” repeated Mr. Miller. 

Will looked up at the angry man with a scowl. “Patience. I think our solution here is an obvious one.”

You looked at the reverend and decided to trust him. It was better than letting this crude butcher have his way with you. 

“I have fallen behind in maintaining the church after the harsh season,” he admitted. “It needs a bit of cleaning.” 

“Your wife will see to that once you marry,” chimed some woman from the crowd. 

The good Reverend is engaged, you thought sadly. As if a sinner like me ever had the chance…

Will involuntarily scoffed. “Which won’t be for another few months,” he added. “Until then, perhaps Miss Y/N could fulfill the task?”

You nodded quickly and enthusiastically. “Of course,” he continued, looking you in the eye again, this time with just a hint of fatherly sternness, “you must promise not to steal again, from anyone.” 

“Yes,” you whispered quietly. “I swear to God I won’t.”

The vicar cringed at your use of God’s name, and you immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

Will only smiled after recovering from the brief wince. “I believe you.” 

Will Ransome loved God more than anyone, which was the way it should have been. He knew in his heart that would never change. 

But in the weeks that followed your clandestine meeting, as gravity drew you closer and closer to the vicar, he found himself falling prey to the wandering eye of so many lustful men that he’d been warned to avoid throughout his life. 

But perhaps this was…natural?

After all, you were equally beautiful to Stella, albeit with different coloring and a somewhat rougher edge. You had a bit of a firmer stance, a more assertive manner to you that set you apart from her. You weren’t afraid to question the reverend’s ideas as he began to offer them to you in exchange for advice on how to convey them in a sermon. He quickly became attractive to your differing perspectives. 

Of course, he was deterred by the fact that you seemed, at best, indifferent to God. However, the challenge ultimately proved to only solidify the chemistry you had with the man. Will was a man of God for more than just duty’s sake. He loved a deep discussion on theology, something to spark his wit as well as his faith. You provided the perfect outlet for him to unleash all of his thoughts, as if you were a walking diary. 

In turn, you looked very, very lovely when you swept the aisle floor, or polished the brass chalice on the altar, as you found yourself doing presently, on the last day of spring, just before sunset. You knew Will would be around, as tomorrow was Sunday, and Midsummer.

And his wedding day. 

You couldn’t help but want his eye to fall on you tonight, and he was a difficult man to read in terms of his more private feelings. He often neglected to mention Stella, even though you’d met the woman several times, and reluctantly admitted to yourself that she was kind, and deserved to be happy.

You knew he could never love you. You would be a terrible vicar’s bride. You weren’t even a virgin.  

But for just one kiss…

You felt your mind drift off into fantasy, where in the chalice you held, Will’s reflection appeared, swiftly moving in behind you, his head slowly falling to your ear, his docile baritone whispering: “Lord in heaven, forgive me…”

“Will?” you replied in an equally-soft tone, the feeling of lithe fingers delicately wandering over your collarbone, tracing it back to your neck, brushing your long hair back almost real. 

“Y/N, I don't know what’s come over me, but I’m afraid I’m beginning to love you.”

“As am I,” you felt tears come to your eyes. “Neither of us should accept how we’ve begun to feel.” 

“I am despicable,” he bemoaned. “But you are an angel, and such beauty is only God’s work…who am I to refuse his gift?”

His hand moved down to your breast, firmly settling over it as he pulled your back against his chest, his sighs moving hot air across your neck as you leaned back. You didn’t expect Will to bare his teeth and gingerly run them over the soft flesh in the curve of your shoulder, sending bolts of lighting down your legs. 

We are in his church…you’re leading him astray…

No, don’t tell him to stop…

You felt Will pull away and grab your shoulders, firmly-but-gently turning you to face him. It was in that moment that you realized that you weren’t in a day dream. That Reverend Will Ransome, with the tender blue eyes that called your soul back to God, was standing before you, expressing sincere physical affection for you even as he wore his priestly habit. 

“I…I’ve wanted this since the day you saved me,” you said quietly as Will caressed your face, looking deeply into your face as if God himself resided in you. In his arms, you felt as if he did. “Every day, you came in to check on me…”

“...I longed for those moments every day,” he confessed, holding you tightly to him and tenderly rocking you back and forth. He smelled faintly of woodsmoke and pine. You wanted to drown in his scent. “I knew that for God, for Stella…I couldn’t…”

“I never meant for this to happen,” you mumbled. “Nor do I wish your bride any ill will…”

“It isn’t your fault,” he answered, tears beginning to fall down the side of his reddening face. “Don’t allow yourself to think so.” 

You were quiet for a moment, simply letting the feeling of being with Will Ransome turn the world underneath you. 

“I’ll call it off,” he said, his voice wobbling slightly in spite of the conviction of his words. “Tell Stella that the Lord has called me to celibacy and meditation for a year, then afterward, we’ll marry, and--”

You put a soft finger over his lips, instantly quieting his plans. “No, Will.” The words cut you to say, but in your heart, you knew they needed to be said. “That would be wrong.” 

He nodded after a pensive sigh. “Yes, you’re quite right.” 

“And you didn’t believe for a moment that your silly rambling would amount to anything,” you added. “We both know where we are supposed to be, and--”

“--it isn’t here,” Will finished your thought for you. 

Nodding silently, you turned away. You could feel his hands reaching your shoulders, rubbing them, causing you to release an involuntary sigh of pleasure. 

You wanted the vicar in the worst ways, and it made you feel like a devil to acknowledge your desire to bed a man of the cloth, even one who didn’t have celibacy vows. Will Ransome was still an engaged man, with not one virtuous reason to cancel the arrangement. You were hardly worth the rumors that would start, let alone the trouble it would take to insult Stella and undo any progress that Will had made with the townsfolk in regards to his reputation. 

After all, Stella was the town darling since her birth eighteen years ago. There was no doubt the conservative villagers of Aldwinter would instantly take her side against the scrappy young vicar who stole her heart, only to regurgitate it six months later for the sudden love of a gutter rat. 

“But I cannot do this to you,” he mused. “Marry Stella while you watch from the back pew. I cannot make you dance at my wedding to another, not one of God’s own angels.” 

You almost had to laugh. What farce of a religion somehow declared you an angel where Perfect Stella wasn’t?

“Don’t think on me,” you said, breaking away from Will again. “But…the brass is polished,” you added, changing the subject. 

He ignored your attempt to soften the moment, and instead cut you off again, quickly laying his lips against yours, drawing the resistance out of you with his kiss. You nearly fell to the floor in a heap of need. This couldn’t go on. It would only make the inevitable parting worse. 

But you never gave in to your reasoning. Not as Will too, allowed himself to surrender to the heat suspended about you in the humid summer night air. You allowed sin to consume both of you, though you were positive that you both would come to regret doing so. 

No, you promised yourself, letting Will litter kisses up and down your flesh as he began undressing you behind the altar. I will have no regrets.

Having regrets was a foreign feeling to you anyways. You were, after all, still a thief. 

My Dear Will, 

As these will be the last words I ever say to you, I will make them brief and as painless for us as possible. 

We were never meant to happen. Sometimes accidents occur, but for what it’s worth, it was the best mistake I will ever commit. I came to Aldwinter to steal some food and money. I never expected to steal the heart of the best man in England.

You were right. I couldn’t bear to watch. Instead, I’ll lock the memories of my night in your arms away, until we can reunite to share them again in heaven. 

Send my love to your bride, Y/N

Will bit his lip, maintaining his composure as he read your handwritten note twice more.

“It’s time, Reverend.” 

Startled by the sudden call from the usher in the doorway, Will accidentally threw the note into the blazing fireplace before him. “Thank you,” he mumbled. 

He took one last glance around the room before leaving the last morsel of evidence of your love affair behind him, stepping over the threshold to become a husband. He was unaware that you were only just now leaving Aldwinter, hiking over the crest of the north hill, never to return to his life. 

I hope this satisfies, @holdmytesseract! I'll admit, I am much less familiar with Will Ransome than I am with Loki, so apologies if this was unbelievably atrocious.

Random Mutual Tags because I can't remember who will read outside of Loki stuff : @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @joyful-enchantress @simplyholl

#fanfic #essex serpent #will ransome #will ransome x reader #tom hiddleston character #sad ending #fluff #forbidden love #tom hiddleston #fanfiction tom hiddleston #the essex serpent

[silverbladexyz]

hi! i see u often write hc's but do u take one-shot requests as well? if not, then pls feel free to ignore this!

i'd like to request for a dazai x fem!reader one-shot in which reader is a new member of the ADA and when dazai sees her for the first time, he instantly feels smth like love at first sight (yea ik it's cheesy sorry idk how to word it🥲). reader just shrugs off his not-so-occasional flirting and just casually thanks him when he gives her compliments cus she's heard stories about this side of him (being a playboy, womanizer etc) so she thinks he's just treating her like how he usually treats any pretty girl he sees, not knowing dazai is actually far smitten and is srsly head over heels for her lol

tysm!!!

Anon I'm so so sorry that this took so long!! This idea is quite nice since flirty Dazai is funny ahahaha. I tried my best with this oneshot :’).

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of suicide (Dazai)

Dazai with a fem!reader who thinks that he's just a friend

"Oh, Dazai-san, have you heard of the new recruit that's joining us tomorrow?"

Dazai looked up at Tanizaki, eyebrows slightly raised in interest. It seemed that everybody except for him knew the news, however Dazai knew perfectly well that it was because he ditched work too often.

No matter. He'd just ask Atsushi to fill him in on the news.

"A new recruit? Since when?"

"Since a few days ago... but you were too busy jumping into the river and I had to fetch you, and I somehow scraped myself pulling you out, and I had to be treated by Yosano-sensei..." Tanizaki shuddered as he recalled the 'treatment' that Yosano had given him.

"Go on. The new recruit?"

"Ah, right! She's Haruno's cousin, and she's just turned 20. She's currently studying criminology and criminal psychology, and her grades are at the top of her year level. I haven't met her yet, but she seems like a nice person." Tanizaki said.

"I see... that's so amazing! I finally would have a new double suicide partner! Ah, I simply cannot wait for tomorrow!" Dazai's eyes sparkled in excitement as Tanizaki laughed nervously, however a familiar green notebook whacked the top of Dazai's head.

"Stop it, you idiot. You don't want to scare her off on her first day tomorrow, and the Agency's already received so many complaints because of you! And as for the double suicide, I'll wring your neck with my own fingers, how about that?!" Kunikida reprimanded, while Dazai pouted childishly.

"But Kunikida-kuuun! I've been waiting for months for a beautiful lady to come by the Agency, and I've already gotten the ideal double suicide spot! Ne, do you want to hear about it? It's a lovely spot near Yokohama where-"

"I don't want to hear about your suicide antics or whatever! Just make sure that you behave yourself tomorrow, or else I'll actually wring your neck myself!"

Tanizaki laughed nervously as he watched the banter between the two Armed Detective Agency employees. He sure hoped that Dazai wouldn't scare off the new girl tomorrow, because then the Agency would have an enraged Kunikida out for a certain suicidal maniac's blood and it certainly would not be a sight to see.

~~~

“Welcome, Y/N L/N, to the Armed Detective Agency.”

When Dazai saw the girl who entered through the door, his chest seized and it suddenly felt very hot.

Oh no. Oh no no no no. Don’t tell me that I’m-

You raised your head, smiling the sweetest smile that made one’s heart melt when they looked at it.

“Feel free to call me Y/N, everyone. I hope that I will be able to make friends with everybody and contribute well to the Armed Detective Agency.” Your voice was impossibly sweet and clear, as if every melody in the world belonged to you. Those dashing E/C eyes and gorgeous H/C hair contributed even more to your beautiful self in general. Dazai felt his heart leap.

Yup. He was undeniably crushing on you.

~~~

A few months had gone by since you started working at the Armed Detective Agency, and you were liking it so far.

Yosano and Naomi had become your best friends, with Tanizaki and Kyouka close behind. Atsushi was still a little shy around you, but he liked talking with you. Ranpo talked about his cases a lot, Haruno kept losing her cat, and Kunikida was forever fed up with Dazai’s antics.

Speaking of Dazai, the suicidal maniac was quite energetic and flirtatious around you. He would cunningly turn situations into pickup lines, and complimented you everyday. You would’ve been flustered and perhaps even catching feelings for him were it not the fact that he was a womaniser and a playboy. Haruno had warned you about this side of him, because she didn’t want to see her cousin hurt and broken-hearted because of Dazai.

Unbeknownst to you, everybody in the Agency could clearly see how big of a crush Dazai had on you. Every time you forgot something he would bring it, whenever it was the end of the week there was always a gift of some sort lying on your office table, and not to mention he would actually do his paperwork when you asked him to. Kunikida was glad that you were keeping Dazai in check, however he himself was already wishing that Dazai would confess to you and for you to return the suicidal maniac’s feelings, because everybody was frankly a bit scared of Dazai acting non-Dazai like.

It was one lazy afternoon when Dazai approached you, looking quite confident and... different. The rest of the Agency quickly caught on to what was going to happen, and held their breaths, hoping that it would be successful. You looked up towards the man, your expression innocent and oblivious.

“May I help you, Dazai-san?” You asked in that sweet and beautiful voice that sent Dazai’s heart beating at 205bpm.

He took your hand and laid a kiss on it. You were slightly confused at this new behaviour, but you brushed it off, thinking that Dazai was just playfully flirting with you again. This wasn’t the first time that he held your hand, afterall.

“My belladonna... you’re as graceful and elegant like a swan in a crystal lake. You were the only one who could make me fall into the longing passion called love. So I ask you,” he leaned closer.

“Would you return my feelings of affection, and we may finally be the lovers that we were always destined to be?”

You had to fight to keep your blush in, because even though you harboured no romantic feelings for Dazai, he sure knew how to make you flustered and make your heartbeat quicken. You smiled, and opened your mouth to answer him, not noticing the tension building around the room.

“You’re really nice, Dazai-san. I really must say...” Everybody seemed to lean forward, desperate to hear a ‘yes’ from you.

“You’re such a fun friend to me.”

And with that, the entire Armed Detective Agency, even the Director himself, let out a huge, collective sigh at Dazai’s (and theirs) misfortune.

Hope you enjoyed, even though this is so bad ;-;

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @yuugen-benni @xxelfmamaxx  @catzlivedforbsd @ashthemadwriter

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #this is so bad #silverbladexyz

[valentinesparda]

eep omg so super duper cool to see another ai.tsf self shipper!! i love u date fans u warm my heart. please use this as an excuse to dump info about your insert lore or your feelings on the game(s) themselves especially with info you havent shared before!! donut be shy. have a great new year too!!!!!!!! :)

AAAAGH HI HELLO BOUNCING AROUND YOU LIKE A PUPPY!!!! i only know three other people who like ai !! date fans are almost always the coolest and funniest people you've ever met and know what they want in a man (wet and pathetic forever) and i respect the date fans. I'm not tooting my own horn btw I'm saying this for the people that will be reading this ask lol date fans are so silly. this is date btw for anyone who doesn't know what the fuck im rambling about

gushing about the game is basically impossible without spoiling everything because the mystery is REALLY SILLY but also really well written and laid out over time. the characters in the game are very lovable and I guess pretty realistically written, not from a realism standpoint but in how they react to any given thing in the storyline. they're varied and fun and have a lot of personality to each of them, and I would literally fucking kill for any of the main cast given the chance.

and the sequel!! the sequel is a little weak and a bit slippery and not as well put together in comparison to the first one, but it's still just as charming and you don't necessarily have to play the first game to understand what's going on - there are vague references to the lore in the first game, but it doesn't detract from the fact that this IS a new cast of characters, and i really appreciate the fact!! there's a lot going for it in terms of charm and personality, and the new characters seem to be a bit less whimsical and more grounded than in the first game (fucking looking at you tokiko shigure. holy shit)

i feel like I never do anything justice gushing about it because I will always forget something and then be like "fuck I forgor" and rush to add details so I'm just gonna leave my gushing about it at that lol

ANYWAYS!! UM. talking about my self insert under the cut :3

so. juniper is my self insert, they're from america and they moved to japan for reasons I haven't decided upon yet but they get a job at a local flower shop run by a very brash old lady whose family never come visit her and it turns out it's because she's in the middle of a yakuza turf war. the kumakura family bought out the basement space of her shop and had her under their thumb. juniper was just stupid enough to get involved in hopes to help the woman who keeps them fed, but there's no way to do that. juniper unfortunately has no choice but to cross paths with these men, but one in particular is more kind than the others, and has bought flowers from them on occasion - a specific type of iris :3c

the old woman dies shortly before the events of the first game and they've taken charge of the flower shop, and they've been meeting date upon happenstance every so often. because of the eventual discovery of the kumakura gang being affiliated with several suspects in the cyclops killings, juniper has become entangled in the case, and date actually has his reasons to suspect that jun has something to do with the case, which leads him to having to psynch with them at some point!! but they have a few other ties to the lore that could be considered heavy spoilers :)

juniper is besties with pewter!! he is their only friend for very specific reasons, and they spend time out drinking when he isn't on the job. they talk very vaguely about their crush on date and it takes pewter a whole long while to figure out that they're both talking about the other when he has to be subjected to it. he initially thinks "wow this is just like my doujins" when jun is first talking about meeting a very beautiful man at the flower shop who keeps coming around and they meet at strange times, and then it devolves into pewter going from that and happy for them to "oh you're fucking joking, THAT GUY??" when he learns it's been date the whole time

anyways. coughs. juniper has a big dumb crush on date but they go against most of his Types; i mean on top of not being a Busty Older Woman, they are a tiny nonbinary thembo and they're a bit of a punk; they've had some of their mentor's brash personality rub off on them, but they generally are fairly kind to people that come around, they just have to keep up that hard exterior to be seen as a big enough threat to the kumakura gang (moma has a bit of a crush on them but that would never come to fruition in the same way that the iris thing never did - mostly because jun is too stupid to notice that he likes them)

date likes them because of their pretty face and kind heart hidden behind their hard exterior - they're very tired of having to hold up a strong personality all the time for their safety, and simply want to make people happy with their flowers. they're sweet and a little clumsy and are kind of similar to iris and hitomi in several ways, but they're a little more um. rough around the edges and awkward i guess? not to mention their japanese still isn't completely perfect despite having lived in japan for as long as they have (over 6 years). so he finds it all endearing in a weird way but it does take a bit before he has the "ogh fuck" moment, because he's a bit superficial underneath it all

jun is suuuuper supportive of iris and is also a big fan of a-set !! they want to meet her in person at some point - and they do!! mizuki is like their adoptive daughter and eventually they do take on a parental role for her, specifically in the 6 years that date goes missing between games. ota is okay, jun and ota do not get along very well and most of that has to do with them competing for otaku of the group

umm that's about all I can wrack my brain for right now but umm thank you for sending me this ask and happy new year to you!! 💙💜💙💜

#asks #self: ai #si: juniper #sorry this is so long i got excited 😭😭 im also trying to distract myself from the massive amounts of fireworks going off

[aramakiurumi]

Give me a kiss tonight, just before you leave.

denji x reze

guys this is crossposted to bottleofelixir on ao3 (technically i posted it there first but i decided im finally picking this back up anf starting to write again) (this is the edited ver) (help)

THIS IS A PROLOGUE!!!! I WILL HAVE MORE CHAPTERS!!!!!!!!! THIS ISNT ALL!!!!!!! pls have faith in me

also ofc there will be spoilers later on its a csm fic based on the manga what do u expect

Denji's heart belongs to Makima.

He begins questioning it when he meets a beautiful lady, a lady that compared him to her dead dog.

Denji's heart belongs to . . . ?

Denji was terribly in love with Reze, of course. She's so pretty, so gorgeous,

So breathtaking.

Their first greeting may have been weird to some, yet Denji had thought it was perfect. They were perfectly balanced, perhaps. The proper and improper,

The evil and the .. hero?

not really.

They met on a day, a day so perfect. Denji has a heart, and he hears the racing beats of his own heart. His heart that belongs to Makima, and makima only.

He gives change to people who were fund raising for the children harmed by devils, because he has a heart.

A person gives him a flower. He eats it, yet he thinks it looks pretty.

Because he has a heart.

One that belongs to Makima alone.

No way, no way would he ever fall for anyone else. Ever.

. . .

It's raining.

He begins running, yet a shark acquaintance appears. Beam was his name.

Beam yells and cheers as there was water. Denji was annoyed though, so he tells the shark in the ground to "Stay quiet, you asshole."

Denji runs into a telephone booth, a temporary shelter from the pouring rain. He thinks about the fact that he should've brought an umbrella, but a gorgeous girl walks in. The lady was soaked, but so was Denji. The lady suddenly begins talking about the rain and the forecast, but she bursts into laughter.

"... Huh?" was all Denji could say at that moment. I mean, how else are you supposed to react if someone bursts into laughter?

Naturally, Denji was confused. Why was the lady laughing?

"Why the hell..." Denji begins questioning again.

Then out of nowhere, she had begun crying. Now Denji was beyond confused and concerned. He debated on asking if she was okay or if she had needed help or not, but he had stayed put and didn't do a thing. The lady had shortly stopped, and apologized. She finally spoke again, but she said something unexpected.

" Ah.. I'm so sorry. You just.. your face. It reminds me of my dead pet dog."

...

What the fuck? What the hell is he supposed to say that that?

"HUH? DO I LOOK LIKE A DOG TO YOU?!"

The lady immediately apologized again, but maybe not as genuine. As she apologized, Denji began gagging. She was getting worried, as the gagging got worse and worse. The lady looks away to take her handkerchief out, hurriedly as he begins coughing more. Yet the moment she looks back at Denji, he is holding a flower.

" Ta-da! ", was all Denji said.

Denji held out the flower, gesturing it towards the lady. She took it in her hands as Denji said it was "magic", while she looked "amazed".

She held the flower close to her face a smile that never died down or left. Denji had thought she looked so stunning . He stared, stared for a long while. Her eyes looked so much like emeralds, her lips looked so soft.

The rain stopped.

yeah uh new chapter next year bye

#csm #csm reze #reze csm #denji and reze #reze and denji #denji x reze #reze x denji #chainsaw man #csm denji #possible spoilers

[hardcandycigarette]

Lady and The Scamp Part Two

Well, Harry is doing quite well working for Y/N, but he's got the hots for his boss. Uh-oh. A/U set in 1925.

Word Count- 2k

Warnings- Smut (masturbation)

It had been a good day, Harry reflected as he helped Y/N clean the restaurant after closing. In the afternoon there was no rush to open for customers, no sleep clouding his thoughts like first thing in the morning; just the two of them- tired but satisfied with another successful day. They shared laughs and stories. He couldn't help but feel a connection to her. He wanted to share more with her, to get to know her better. It was nice to have someone to talk to after the restaurant emptied. It made the dreaded end of the day easier to accept. It was his favorite part of any day. Y/N had an infectious laugh that echoed in his ears long after they went their separate ways.

He resigned himself to never having a chance with her. He had to be content with the moments they shared, and nothing more. He felt his heart sink at the thought. He walked across the dining room. He needed space between them. His leg hurt today, which always made his limp worse. He hoped she didn't notice. He knew that someone as beautiful and smart as Y/N would never be interested in a man like him. He was painfully aware of his shortcomings, and he was sure that she would never look twice at someone with a limp or a man who had nothing to offer but kind words.

"Say Harry," Y/N called from across the room.

"Yes."

"Can you come here for a moment?" Y/N asked.

Harry nodded and walked towards her. "How can I help?" he asked.

"I've been thinking. This place is getting busier. It's to the point I'm gonna need to bring in some more help. What do you think if I hired a gal to help?"

"Sure." Harry nodded. "Whatever you think is best. I trust yeh judgment."

The word had spread that Harry was one hell of a cook with delicious recipes, some new to patrons. He was proud of the impact he had made with his cooking and wanted to continue to make more people happy with his recipes. Maybe he'd found the kind of job he could do the rest of his life, maybe get a job at a fancy hotel someday.

"I could train her up in no time and she could help out with the lunch rush. Plus, it would free up some of my time so I can focus more on the kitchen side of things."

"Are you not pleased with the way I've been doin 'thin's in the kitchen?"

"Oh, heaven's no doll. In fact, it's because you've been so wonderful that I think you need an extra pair of hands in there. Nothing more." She took his face in her hand. "You're wonderful." Her gaze lasted longer than normal. "What do you say?"

He smiled at her, relieved. "Yes, I think that'd be great." And he certainly wasn't going to argue if it meant more time with Y/N.

She stepped back and nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you agree. I'll find someone who can come help out."

Harry agreed. "Sure. Yes."

"Okay, then that's settled."

Harry grabbed a broom and began sweeping. He hummed a tune as he worked. Harry once again in his own little world. He'd found life easier if he kept to himself.

"Say that's a pretty little song. Where did you hear it?"

Harry shrugged, shy at the thought that Y/N heard him. "Oh, just somethin' I made up in my head."

"Really? Well, it's really nice. Does it have words?"

"Yeah, yeah it does, but I don't sing 'em or anythin'."

"Why on earth not? If I say anything it's that people should share things they create."

"Haven' ever had anyone wanna listen." Harry walked back to the front of the restaurant, closer to Y/N.

"You should share it anyway," Y/N replied. "You never know who might be listening."

Harry smiled as leaned on the counter. "Thanks."

Y/N gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and said, "You never know, it might be just the thing someone needs to hear today." She picked up some items from the counter and walked to the kitchen.

Harry nodded again and smiled.

"Go ahead. I'm listening," Y/N called over her shoulder.

Harry remained silent.

She returned to him and leaned on the counter before lighting a cigarette. He looked away from her, She exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching him carefully. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze still averted. "Go on."

"Nah I couldn'."

"Harry, I want to hear the song. You don't have to sing the whole thing, just a few lines."

He cleared his throat and looked at the ground. "Okay ready?"

"Yes." Y/N smiled and nodded. "Go ahead, baby."

His heart skipped a beat when she said 'baby'.

He cleared his throat again. "Okay. Sunflower" His voice cracked. He looked away as he gripped the broom still in his hand.

Sunflower

My eyes, want you more than a melody

Let me inside

Wish I could get to know you

Sunflowers

Sometimes

Keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue-tied

He moved his fingers, playing with a ring his father had left him when he died. His eyes remained focused on the ground, his face growing hot. He remembered his father's words of encouragement, that he could do anything he set his mind to, always encouraging him. He wondered what advice he would give him about Y/N.

I don't wanna make you feel bad

But I've been trying hard not to talk to you

Sunflower (Sunflower, sunflower)

"That's really pretty. Who's the girl? The sunflower?"

"Dunno." He wasn't ready to say "You. You. Y/N."

"Oh, you know. You don't say words like to no one. Well, whoever she is she's really lucky. That's so romantic. My John wrote me a little poem one time and I thought he hung the moon, but a whole song? Well, that's a lucky girl"

"Thank you. Think I'm gonna go lie down. Legs bothering me," he said, then dropped the broom and dashed off.

"Oh okay. Well, rest well. See you in the morning." She watched him go, a little smile on her lips. She thought of the girl who had inspired him to write that song. Whoever she was, she was special indeed.

"Thanks." He hurried to the rear of the building and upstairs to his little place.

It was unlike him to hurry off before Y/N gave him the go-ahead, but she didn't question him. She sighed, wondering if she would ever have someone who felt that way about her deeply enough to write a song. She returned to her work, with her heart heavier than before.

Later that night

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed his glasses. As the last moments of sunlight filtered through the curtains, he took a deep breath and smiled, grateful that he had a job, a comfortable place to sleep, and was making friends in addition to some money in the bank. He was content with his life and felt on the right path.

In the tiny apartment above the restaurant, electricity was not always reliable, especially at night, so he usually relied on candles and lanterns. But he never complained. He was grateful for what he had and determined to make the most of it. He was confident that his hard work and dedication would eventually lead to a better future.

With the lantern alight, he grabbed his book and read. He'd been excited since the librarian brought him a copy of A Passage To India. Despite not being particularly intellectual, Harry enjoyed reading and had heard some people, especially those with higher education levels, discuss the book. By page five, Harry had lost focus. His thoughts drifted to the other books he had. He placed the book on the nightstand and stood, then walked to his closet. On the top shelf, in a small leather satchel was reading material he shouldn't even own. He removed the worn pages and returned to his bed. He was soon lost in an entirely different world. It was full of filthy, pornographic words. Women with women, two women with one man at the same time. Cunts, cocks, and sex abounded on the pages. Things Harry could barely imagine happening were happening in this book. The craving was too overwhelming to deny. He quickly turned the page, wanting more of this forbidden world. His heart raced as he read the words, feeling a strange thrill as he imagined himself in the scenes he was reading. He quickly closed the book, realizing he had gone too far, but feeling strangely liberated by the experience.

He placed the book on the ground after the lantern was out, and he crawled under the covers. While praying for forgiveness for the sin he just committed, but he kept picturing the scenes in the book. As the words and images repeated in his head, the longing grew.

Harry touched the erection that was slowly growing in his cotton underwear. He felt a surge of excitement as his fingers massaged the throbbing length of his arousal. He had to move the garment down from his hips until his engorged cock was finally free. He gripped the base, then began to stroke himself, feeling the heat and stiffness beneath his smooth skin. After spitting into his hand, he returned to his needy, ever-growing erection. His hand wasn't wet enough to bring the pleasure a woman's soft, warm walls could, but for now, it was all he had. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to be touched by someone else. In the past, his thoughts were always about a girl back home or a former lover. Now, his thoughts were focused on Y/N. She was beautiful, with her plump bottom, small waist, and beautifully full breasts. He could almost feel her sinking down on him, rocking slowly, using him as a mere tool until her cheeks were flushed and her breath quick and heavy as she brought herself to the heights of ecstasy. He tensed as desire radiated through his penis, hips, and through his legs down to his toes. He moved faster and harder bucking his hips at nothing. His heart raced as thoughts ran wild and his body moved to the rhythm of the visions in his head. He sighed as he got closer to the end. His breath escaped rapidly. With one final stroke, he moaned as he reached his climax. The thick warm liquid erupted from him.

As soon as the euphoria waned, and he returned to reality, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew he shouldn't have done this, but he couldn't help it. He scurried to put his undergarment back on, after wiping away the evidence with a small cloth. He felt embarrassed and ashamed. A virtuous Christian man would never think such dirty, disrespectful thoughts, much less touch himself in such a way. Over time though it seemed a woman's touch was no longer his to be had. He knew he couldn't let himself get carried away like that again. Y/N was his boss, and at most she was a friend. It was wrong to think of her in such a way. And she was more than just an object to his fantasies. Y/N was lovely, sweet and funny. He promised himself to stay in control from then on. He wouldn't get carried away with or distracted by his lustful thoughts.

*****

Several days later, Harry was again cleaning up after the lunch rush. Since they closed, Y/N had been working in the back, so he hadn't seen her. In the midst of carrying the last load of plates to the back, the door to the kitchen flew open.

"Ah there he is my right-hand man," Y/N said.

Harry's heart fluttered when he heard her. A smile spread across her face, which he could not help but return. As soon as he felt his cheeks flush, he turned away, returning to his duties. Harry looked back to her as it hadn't registered when he first saw Y/N. Immediately following her was a beautiful, petite girl. She had captured his attention so much that he couldn't concentrate, and he couldn't help but stare at her. There was something delicate about her, which her big brown eyes and short dark hair highlighted.

"'ello," he said.

Her small voice answered. "Hello."

"Harry, this is Jenny. She'll be helping out around here."

Harry couldn't believe how lovely she was and he was completely captivated.

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles new #harry styles fan fic #harry styles smut

[unicyclehippo]

Hey Ollie, hope you're doing okay. Just wanted to tell you I'm a huge fan of every piece of writing you throw our way. I was wondering (feel free to tell me to f off if I'm overstepping) do you have any plans of picking up the imodna Modern Frankenstein AU?

oh cheers mate, glad u enjoy my stuff

i am still gently working on faramore: the modern pandora, it is very slow going, initially bc i wasnt QUITE sure how to write it & then bc i got distracted by other stories. that being said, i think abt it often. here, as a treat, miss imogen faramore herself:

With thanks, and a request for privacy reinforced by a palmful of gold, the Investigators moved toward the table and their contact.

Sat at the table, posture relaxed and gestures slow as a well-contented cat in amber sunlight, was a young woman. She was wonderfully pretty in a way that ought to put them at ease; the unknowing would see nothing more than a woman in the kiss of youth, and be swayed by the sweetness of her features—gentle coils of fair hair and a pleasant heart-shaped face, the pink bow of her lips, the graceful turn of her neck—and, if not by her sweetness, then moved by her delicate constitution—for despite a dusting of freckles upon her cheeks, she owned the complexion of one who had never known the sun, and had upon her the ill-touch of sickness, yet fading, which rendered her frame gaunt and lent her skin a waxed sheen. She did not move when they arrived but remained sat in profile to them, half her face eclipsed in shadow.

Everything the setting lacked in suitability for an ambush then served to highlight the nature of this woman. The day mild, its sun honey-gold and air sweet. The manicured field, the yellow-green of its highland grass scattered with pretty and useless meadow flowers. An immaculate table remained undisturbed through the hours she had awaited them, save for a single cup of tea that she lowered to the table to acknowledge their arrival. She sat within this space - utterly beautiful, utterly mundane - and though the wind blew through her hair and the sun painted her features in its light, there came over the Seekers the unsettling knowledge that the keenness of their eyes and instincts—those most trusted tools of their trade—had failed them. Wariness flared in them both; other senses roused in response to the sudden force that they were confronted with. It was unseen, unheard, unfelt; and without sense or understanding by which to measure that force, they were left wih only that most primitive of senses—fear itself. For Seeker Paris, it was as the precusor to fever: an unpleasant warmth, his palms beading with sweat, an ache building in his joints. For Seeker Sward, that keen and terrible sensation—like a knife, tickling at the back of her neck—of being watched by an unkind eye. It was a truth long held by the Seekers that in every thief, murderer, and villain they encountered there was, first and foremost, a human. The same could not be said of Lady Faramore.

this is ofc just a draft n not a finish product but pls enjoy & perhaps i will put out chapter one soon since i do have it almost finished (i am still working on the outline & how i want to write imogens chapters, which is why its been hard for me to move on but honestly i just need to write the thing tbh)

#me #you can ignore this #cr tag #imogen my beloathed #modern frankenstein

[quenthel]

💔🛑🔞???? omg im so sorry i didnt see that u were doing these

Hii Ella hiii <3

💔: any hated npcs?

uhhh honestly even the annoying ones I have a fondness for bc they are like... interestingly mean or it makes sense for them etc etc what makes me hate characters if they are stupidly written and with THAT I really hate the battlebliss guy (Irmangaleth or whatever his name is) and the aasimar guy in the abyss he can eat a dick. Also my god the trickster king guy and Socothbenoth i hate those guys

🛑: least favourite quest, or a quest you refuse to complete?

Blackwater and the Fallout reference quest. They are both boring/fustrating AND give no loot at the end. For non-backer content that one puzzle w the treant lost lands or whatever that place is called and the heart of mystery shit bc its too long... cool story beat and we learn more abt my friend Storyteller but experiencing it once was enough lol

🔞: do you have any nsfw headcanons, either for ocs or canon characters?

oh my god i have some... under the cut (also i have a lot to ramble abt sfdgfsdhf)

Ok first abt my ocs:

Bell has a lot of negative connotations w intimacy in general bc of the cult he was in and also towards sex since most of his sexual partners in the cult did die in childbirth (the whole glippothspawn deal). So he is almost scared to have sex with people and tries to live in a way where he does not do it a lot while also struggling with his own desires that he cant properly communicate or cultivate because intimacy is just too wrapped in for him in sex and death (like he finds casual hugs strange etc, very touch starved and isolated). He was also forced a lot into a more dominant role during that time and during the Cam romance he was forced into that again and he did it but he simply just does NOT enjoy that sort of stuff at all but he still needs an outlet etc. Thats why his romance and sexual life with Nocticula works better bc she is the one holding the reins and he cant possibly hurt her bc she is powerful and strong and his equal and likeness etc.

Cass is similar since she was also isolated and affection starved as a child but she was also trained to use intimacy and sexuality as a weapon almost to keep herself in the good graces of her superiors (she was in a s/m "relationship" with some priestesses of Asmodeus who were her employers). She does enjoy exploring that power dynamic tho but she has a hard time being intimate and soft without bringing sex into it so her love w Wendu starts with both of them almost hate fucking eachother a lot lol. Then she opens up and learns to be soft and teaches Wendu along the way and they start to care about each other more deeply its very nice.

Marci is just ig very sexful (high sex drive) and while she is generally very well composed and stable that can cause issues with her. She probably has a lot of casual sex. Like I was thinking abt her having sex w Sister Kerismei (the woman from Woljif's quest), one of her army generals (the elf lady), and having a few lovers in Drezen too. She and Arue can bond over that too while she is in horny jail.

Masha is also pretty horny and she has sex with people before feeding on them (i know...). I had an idea for a scene where Lann catches her doing it and he is so crushed bc the girl he likes is fucking other ppl and eating them but they talk it out. She also probably gets it down a bit w Cam (her bicurios moment) and they drink blood together (weirdo besties for like 2 seconds) before Masha offs her (by sucking her dry) in the Abyss (sorry Cam).

Tessa is generally very chaste and she is more focused on the intimacy sex provides. Not the type of person who feels desire a lot. Also she has some baggage after being a Nocticula worshipper around sex bc she used her beauty and sex appeal a lot to hurt others and she prefers having relationships that are no longer centered around that.

Duncan is just chill. He has no isses anymore, he had many long term relationships in his time. He is like 40 also and he had a wild time being a teen/young adult around sexuality but its like mostly behind him. Like in the relationship w Daeran he is clearly the more well composed and at peace one so Daeran is just going trough it trying to untagle the mess of his emotions while Duncan is just there supporting him, hanging out and smoking weed lmfao.

For canon characters I mostly have thoughts of Woljif, Lann, Wendu and Daeran... less nsfw headcanonc and more of an interpretation of their characters bc i am insane

Like Daeran very clearly cant separate affection and being horny so he always tries to sleep with people he cares about and is attracted to thats why he goes so hard for the commander lmao. He is probably a good lover tho but he has issues. Lann is probably very worried about everything and lets his insecurities show and is generally stiff in those situations so its very awkward. But once he gets over that he has a fucking job to do. Wendu cant separate pain and pleasure properly AND she probably has that specific issue where she does not let herself want casual intimacy and soft affection bc she convinces herself tht she does not need it so she is all sexhorny instead and tries to channel her frustration into that. She is also probably very unhealthy in the S/M relationship too like type of sub who wont rly talk abt boundaries or safewords or shit which causes issues. True love Wendu however learns that those are important and gets better at communication so there is more aftercare.

OK with Woljif... Its less about his sexual habits but his connection towards sexuality ig bc he gets no action very clearly. He is bisexual tho but he is also very insecure and never have been loved. He kind of strikes me as a Denji Chainsawman type character who wants to be loved and cared for but he is also a horny young adult (instead of being a teen like Denji) so he probably conceptualizes those wishes as "omg i need to have sex" instead of him needing love and care yk.

#asks #the sex things are LONG... sorry #pathfinder