#divider by @cafekitsune

[cursingtoji]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐬𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰?

— where satoru comforts you after breaking up with toji

gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, he’s also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)

“i know what you’re thinking” gojo’s voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.

the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students were training at. he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojo’s protégée and the son of the man that broke your heart.

“but if you keep doing that megumi will get creeped out by you” gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.

“whatever, he never liked me anyways” you brush off, then remember what he said before, “and what the hell makes you think you know what i’m thinking?”

“ah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thing” he points to his blindfold.

“you saying you can read minds now, you freak?” your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.

“please you’re so transparent i wonder how megumi haven’t seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glasses…”

“just say what you wanna say, satoru.”

gojo, on the other hand, didn’t need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.

“every time you see megumi you think about him, don’t you?” he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, “senpai.”

gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used that honorific with.

“he’s his kid, of course i’ll—“

“ever since i heard about your breakup you’ve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,” gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows “and your cursed energy increases” he then sits on your desk looking down at you, “don’t tell me megumi had anything to do with why toji—“

“of course not” you stop him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know he’s a good kid and wouldn’t try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, he’s not particularly close to his old man either. actually, anything related to toji — bets, races, you — is automatically disregarded by him.

“then you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i can’t let that happen” gojo’s tone became more severe, it’s one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the old days when he showed you some photos. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much time to get to know megumi since they don’t live together since the boy was five. you suppose gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of toji.

“that’s not gonna happen, i have my energy under control” you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojo’s gaze even through the mask.

he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.

“what did you even see in him anyways? he’s definitely not a good guy.”

“that’s rude, toji is—“

“did you think you could change him or something?”

“i— no, why—“

“from what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the money” he rubs his chin.

“gojo, i swear—“

“was it the sex?”

you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.

“jackpot” satoru whispers.

“fuck off, satoru” you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.

“you stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?” he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.

“no! and that’s none of your goddamn business.”

“and you’ve broken up, what? two months ago? you’ve been all this time without sex?” you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, “don’t be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile again” he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, “although, on second thought i think that might be mmm… sexual frustration? it’s a color i never seen in you before” he grabs your wrist firmly.

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“oh but i do, senpai. i’m just wondering how you haven’t downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yet” gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.

gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that it’s a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.

“or did you?” he’s fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, “definitely no dating apps” you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you can’t reach him, “browser history?”

“satoru, you have no right, gimme that” your face is hot with shame.

“nothing either, well i suppose your camera roll…”

“no!”

“aha” he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, “is that what you use to get off?” he puts the phone in front of you, it’s opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.

“not bad, you could make some cash outta this” gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, you’re not even struggling to get out of gojo’s hold by the time the video ends.

“you don’t need to get off by yourself, you know?” he smells your hair and kisses your ear, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“that was forever ago” you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just wait for an opportunity to drop that bomb on toji’s lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.

“and wasn’t it good? huh?” he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.

“yeah, it was” you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.

“see? i can make you feel good so you don’t become a little monster” he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.

“so charitable of you” you mumble sarcastically.

“i would gladly do this favor to you” he replies in the same tone, “even though you still own me.”

“for what?!” you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.

“for raising your boyfriend’s son? you really think you would’ve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didn’t have the ten shadows you wouldn’t have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zenin’s or whomever.”

“you sound just like him” gojo’s eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.

“besides— hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi… so don’t blame me” you wiggle your ass on his crotch.

“a ‘thank you my favourite kohai’ wouldn’t hurt” you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyone’s exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.

satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.

“five years” you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.

“hm?” satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say you’re surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.

“last time you fucked me, it was five years ago” you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.

“that long huh…” he sounds… sad? no, maybe nostalgic.

“crazy, right? so much has—“ you sigh when he curls his fingers, “changed.”

satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.

he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.

he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feels—

“toru~” he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, “right there” your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.

“where? here?” he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, “right here, senpai?”

“y-yeah” you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.

which is an ironic comparison since he’s the one that would gladly accept being your pet.

when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.

“desk, now” you demand needly.

“yes ma'am” gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.

you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.

you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.

“ask me” he pleads.

“for what?”

“for a kiss” you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.

“gimme a kiss” you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.

gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.

the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.

“nuh-uh you better have a rubber” you push your knee onto gojo’s pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.

“did you make toji wear one too?” he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.

“he had to earn that privilege” you reach for gojo’s wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, “i don’t know what you do after 6 so…” you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.

“unbelievable…”

“satoru” you warn stroking him slowly, “can i get another kiss?” you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.

“you have to earn it, senpai” he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.

he's still gonna go through this — that's how whipped he is for you — though now he’ll be less gentle.

his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.

“c'mon satoru, don't be like that” you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.

the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.

or was it something else you feared?

“hey… you on the pill?” he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.

“you’re not fucking me raw, satoru.”

“just wondering… you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?” he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.

“you keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?” you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.

“please, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?” you push him away turning around then pulling him back.

“okay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me right” gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.

“i could be fucking you better, you know how?” he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.

“condom stay on, satoru, i can’t risk getting preg—“ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.

“you’re not… on anything?”

“listen you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” you cover your face, “i had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so… gosh why am i even telling you this…”

“go on” gojo massages your thigh.

“toji got a vasectomy. birth control wasn’t working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time before— well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?” you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, it’s not what your expected to see.

satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. he’s grinning, dick throbbing.

“yeah, i see now” he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a ‘thank you for trusting me’ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.

all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then… whoopsie.

the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.

“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.

he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, he’s quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.

“fuck— keep doing that” you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.

he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.

“so fucking pretty” he whispers quietly.

you attempt to lower your legs. feeling it’s gonna be too much.

“nuh-uh keep them here” he pushes back, “so tight” he closes his eyes.

you’re a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.

“that’s right, let it go baby” your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.

he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.

god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

if only…

“fuck“ he fucks his load — into the condom unfortunately.

after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why he’s taking so long, “wait here, i’ll take you home.”

“you don’t have to” you smile, poking his cheek.

“oh i do, i’m not done with you” he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.

you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, “did you see my…”

“nope” gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.

gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.

a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing… toji.

gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.

“yeah i was surprised too” he almost forgot that megumi was with him, “thought she finally created some sense” he confesses.

gojo doesn’t say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesn’t even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.

“meet you in the classroom in five” gojo disappears from megumi’s sight.

on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.

“listen, i— hm… i thought you should know that toji and i are back, so—”

“did you tell him?” his arms are crossed.

“about… us? of course not.”

“why? don’t you think he should know?” you hear the challenge in his tone.

“no, and you’re not gonna say a word to him either” you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, “may i remind you that between the three of us there’s a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.”

“look at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoat” he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, “it’s fine, i’m just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, that’s all.”

“let’s be real, satoru. it’s not like you were going to take me on a date or anything” gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldn’t be wrong but you didn’t want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.

“this is not going to be the last time and i don’t give a damn if you’re dating him or married or widowed.”

“satoru!” you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.

“you can tell toji or not, i don’t mind fighting him” he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, he’s been a grown up since he was six.

before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.

satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.

he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes you’ll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.

#there’s no part 2 leave me alone #divider by @cafekitsune #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #toji x reader

[eiightysixbaby]

horror movies & chill

word count: 2.6k

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie tries to scare you and gets more than he bargained for.

cw: SMUT - 18+ MINORS DNI. this is literally porn with a smidge of plot, sorry not sorry. mask kink, choking, degradation kink on the low (eddie calls reader slut/whore), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie

The TV screen lights up the dark living room, flashes of different colors streaking across the space. You sit on the couch, blanket draped over your lap as your knee bounces absentmindedly. Your boyfriend had wandered off to get something, and now you sit alone in suspense as the girl on screen figures out there’s a killer in her house. The movie goes eerily quiet, the lone heroine peering around her silent home. You know what’s coming next. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that when it gets too quiet, a jump scare is right around the corner.

And yet.

You scream in unison with the girl on television, two hands gripping your shoulders from behind just as the fictional killer grabs his target. You spring up off of the couch, the blanket falling to the floor in a heap. You spin around, frantic, your body gone cold for a moment. Wicked laughter erupts in front of you as you get your bearings, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“God dammit, Eddie!” you shout, hand over your heart as you attempt to steady your breathing. “You absolute asshole!”

Eddie’s doubled over behind the couch, a cheap Halloween store Ghostface mask covering his head. He’s still laughing, trying to get words out and failing.

“Baby…” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice even though he’s trying to be serious. What a dick. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d get you that good,” he says, walking towards you.

“You’re such a jerk sometimes,” you reply, but nevertheless you let him grab your arms, rubbing soothing patterns on the skin.

“I know. I am, baby, you’re right. That was mean,” he agrees, nodding his head beneath the black and white mask. You know he'd be giving you puppy-dog eyes if you could see him.

You can’t help but laugh, the initial panic leaving your body. You must’ve looked petrified, and you’re a little mad he scared you so badly.

“You’ll have to make it up to me,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Eddie’s head cocks to one side, sympathetic, playing it up for you. “Of course, sweetheart. And how do I do that?” he asks, stepping slightly closer to you.

He wants a genuine answer, but you find your breath hitching in your throat. Maybe it’s the way his fingers rub circles into your lower back. Maybe it’s the heat radiating from his body onto yours. Maybe it’s the sound of his labored breathing beneath that sweaty mask that's getting to you. You press your thighs together, suddenly feeling too hot for such a cold October day.

And Eddie can see, through the mesh eye cutouts, the way you bite your lip just slightly. He can see the way your lips part but no words come out, the way you tilt your hips closer to his. And he definitely feels the way your fingers hook into the belt-loops on his jeans, drawing him in.

“Oh my god. Are you into this right now?” he asks, voice dripping with his smug attitude. He’s grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat, if only you could see it.

You don’t answer right away, shifting on your feet. You look down, not sure if you have the gumption to tell your boyfriend the god damn Ghostface mask is turning you on right now. You were scared shitless mere minutes ago. But the way your heart pounds now is completely different to the way it had before.

“Shut up….” you mumble, your face growing incredibly warm.

“You are so fucking into this right now,” he says, laughing as he gets the last word out.

“Okay, if you’re gonna make fun-” you start, drawing your body away. Eddie doesn’t let you finish.

“Waitwaitwait,” he interrupts, pulling you back to him. “I just didn’t expect it, is all,” he reassures, his voice sounding muffled beneath the rubbery material.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, eagerly anticipating his next move. You can't quite bring yourself to act first.

He brings your body flush against his, two fingers gliding up one of your arms, sending chills down your spine. He leans his face close to your ear, his breathing audible. “I won’t judge if you like the mask, baby,” he purrs, his voice deeper now.

His other hand wraps around your waist, palm pressing into your lower back, pushing your crotch against his. You gasp, goosebumps perking up along your arms. Screams erupt from the movie, the final girl running free from her potential killer. It’s comedic, really, how you’re stood here ready to jump the killer’s bones.

Eddie’s hips roll, just slightly, but enough for you to feel the tent in his pants. You let out a shaky breath, your body seeking him out, wanting him to give you more of that friction.

“What is it, babe?” he taunts. “You want me?”

“Eddie…” is all you get out, a breathy little thing, your hands pressed to his chest.

And then he’s pressing you against the wall, hiking one of your legs around his waist, his crotch pressing against your needy core. One big hand comes to wrap around your throat, cold rings soothing the flames that lap at your skin. He squeezes, making you delightfully hazy, pinning you hard against the wall with his body.

“This what you want, baby? Want me to fucking ruin you?” he asks, voice akin to a growl, squeezing your throat yet again.

“P-please,” you mewl, desperate for more. You know you’re soaking through your panties, practically aching for him.

Something about not being able to see him drives you crazy. Relying on just his voice, trying to gauge his tone. You’re writhing beneath him, grinding yourself against him. He’s so hard it has to be painful, you can feel it even through the layer of denim covering his bottom half.

“Oh, she’s so desperate, huh? Pussy needs me, baby? God damn…” he rasps, and you throb for him.

His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh where he holds it, giving it a sharp squeeze. His other hand removes itself from your neck, tugging down the zipper on his jeans. You undo the button for him, just as eager to get his pants down as he is. His cock stands at attention beneath the fabric of his boxers, begging to be touched. He ignores it for the meantime, though, releasing his hold on your leg and letting you drop it. He makes quick work of sliding your leggings and panties down, fingers collecting the honey that drips from you.

Groaning, he brings his fingers to your mouth, prompting you to suck them. You oblige, mouth opening and enveloping his digits. Your tongue swipes over them, tasting yourself and coating them with saliva. And then they’re pulled from your lips, teasing your clit before slipping into your cunt. Your leg wraps around his waist once more, allowing for a better angle. He scissors those two fingers inside of you, his breathing heavy, sounding almost amplified from beneath the mask. Your hips buck forward, forcing his fingers deeper. One hand grips your side, pinning you back against the wall.

“Don’t be fuckin’ greedy, slut,” Eddie barks, words sending sparks right through you.

His fingers curl in a ‘come here’ motion, your body feeling boneless as you try to keep yourself upright. He laughs, a devious thing, clearly satisfied with how pliant you are for him. You can tell how wet you are from the slick sounds coming from every glide of his fingers, your body so desperately craving more of him. He adds a third finger, prying you open even farther with complete ease, grunting as he feels the way you tense around him.

“Eddie,” you gasp, “f-feels so good.”

“I know it does, baby, I know,” he coos, smirking to himself at the way your body writhes beyond your control. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, hm?”

“Yeah, oh god,” you cry, head tipping back as you moan to the ceiling, his fingers pressing so deep inside of you.

He moans despite himself, your cunt completely drenching his fingers. His cock twitches in his boxers, leaks and pleads for you. You’re a little blurry through the eyes of Ghostface, but he can still make out the way your face contorts in pleasure. He loves making you feel like this, loves having you in the palm of his hand.

“My filthy girl, so fuckin’ wet for me all because I put this mask on, is that it? Really gets you going, huh baby?”

He wanted you to like the mask, if he’s honest, and the fact that it’s working on you is driving him up a fucking wall. He needs to be inside of you, needs to fuck you hard and pump you full of his cum before he loses it.

Three fingers slide out of you, squelching slightly as you suddenly clench around nothing. He yanks his boxers down, merely a hindrance to him, his thick cock springing free. You whimper at the sight of it, chewing on your lip as you watch him wrap his hand around the shaft. He pumps himself a few times, lets his pre-cum drip over his fingers, and it makes you ache. You feel like your body is on fire, you need him so bad, white-hot flames licking up your thighs.

A few more pumps and then he’s releasing himself, hoisting you up so both of your legs tangle around him. He grips the meat of your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh the best he can. He lines his cock up just right, your cunt glistening with your arousal. And you want to kiss him so bad, you want to feel your tongue against his and you want him to bite you, to suck bruises into your neck. The fact that you can’t almost makes you crazier, spurring you on more. You can only imagine what his face looks like as he sheathes himself inside of you, can only imagine those perfect parted lips as he sighs blissfully.

His cock pushes through your slick folds until you can feel his balls pressed against you, his thick length fully seated inside of you. It’s such an enticing stretch to fit him, your whole body vibrating with desire. He rocks himself in and out, in and out, letting you get used to his size. Your cunt has already soaked him in your cream, you can see it pooling where his body meets yours.

“Fuuuuuuck baby,” Eddie groans, panting beneath the warmth of the mask. “Such a needy whore for me, god damn. So fucking wet.”

You whine, canting your hips upwards ever so slightly, the tip of Eddie’s cock pressing so deep inside.

“She’s fuckin’ soaking me, angel. This pussy loves me, doesn’t she?” he says, thrusting into you harder now. He sets a quicker pace, holding your weight against the wall with complete ease.

“Eddie, Eddie,” you moan, waves of euphoria rippling through every inch of your body. He’s so deep and so big and so good.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, clawing at him through his t-shirt as he fucks you like it’s his last opportunity. You can hear grunts and strained whines falling from his lips, breath coming out in spurts from exertion.

“Babe, fuck, can I take this thing off? Need my mouth on you baby,” he pants, hips snapping against yours and making you cry out.

“Yes, yes - fuck Eddie!” you moan, nearly screaming his name.

The mask is whipped off in one swift motion, Eddie’s unruly curls sticking out. His eyes are wild, pupils blown with sheer need, those perfect lips of his so pink and plump. His mouth is on you in an instant, kissing your lips, your jaw, his teeth biting at your neck. He sucks on the delicate skin, unforgiving as you hiss at the sensation. His warm tongue laves over the irritated area, soothing you and sending a shiver down your spine. You roll your hips, needing more from him, needing him in impossible ways.

“Fucking Christ, you’re so desperate for me,” he gets out through heavy breaths, his cock impaling you over and over. His cocky demeanor doesn’t waver, hands squeezing your ass, smirking when you whine at him.

Filthy noises fill the living room, wet smacks as your dripping pussy sucks Eddie back in for more more more. He glances down to where your bodies join, his dick shiny with your juices. Eyelashes flutter as he looks back up at you, pulling your face to his to kiss you harder. His greedy tongue roams your mouth, his lips demanding in the way they move with yours.

Eddie can tell you’re getting close by the way your eyes roll back into your skull, the way your pussy keeps squeezing him so tight. Your brows knit together as you focus on how good he feels, eyes pinching shut.

“Nuh-uh. Look at me, sweet girl,” Eddie instructs, fucking you faster. “Look at me when I’m making you feel so good.”

Your eyes open, big and glassy as they plead with him. You’re so ready to snap, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as Eddie abuses your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair - something you’d missed while he’d had the mask on - and tug, drawing a throaty groan from him. His balls are slapping against the skin of your ass with each rough thrust, fingers digging so hard into flesh you’re sure you’ll be sore tomorrow.

Those big brown eyes of his are incredibly dark, his lips parted as he watches you slowly unravel right before his eyes. You feel yourself about to tip over the edge, about to let go, and he can see it on your face.

“Gonna cum for me, dirty girl? Little slut’s gonna cum all over my fucking cock?” he taunts you, every single word sending bolts of electricity right to your core.

“Gonna cum so fucking hard, Eddie, oh my god,” you say breathlessly, eyes fluttering to a close as you reach your peak.

You’re delirious as you cum, your walls squeezing Eddie so fucking tight. Strings of curse words are falling from his lips as he chases his own release, drawing it closer and closer as you completely soak him. Movements get sloppy, not aided by the slippery mess you’ve created, and Eddie’s breaths grow staggered.

His cock pounds into you one, two, three more times before his hips stutter, hot ropes of cum filling you. You can just barely feel the way he twitches inside of you, every last drop of his release pouring out. Both of you settle finally, catching your breath as you come down from your highs. Eddie sets you down, your feet hitting the ground once more. Your legs feel like rubber, like you might crumple to the floor if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding your waist and pulling you in to him.

You look down at the floor, the crumpled mask staring up at you, mouth gaping in a perpetual scream. You’re dizzy with realization of what's just happened.

“You’re fucking unreal,” he says finally, tilting your chin up so your eyes will meet his. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know…” you admit, cheeks growing hot. “Something about that damn mask,” you smirk at him, getting a waggle of his eyebrows in response.

“I can go to the store right now and get more… who do you want next? Michael Myers? Jason?” Eddie jokes, smiling when you scoff at him.

“Just make sure to keep the Ghostface one around, okay?” your shy request has him grinning, his tongue running over his teeth.

“Oh, you’ll be seeing more of him for sure.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #ghostface!eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #divider by @cafekitsune

[williamssgirl]

thinking about tugging on abby's braid... nsfw!

— ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 mdni, established relationship, missionary, strap usage, referred to as a dick, porn with zero plot, pure filth, sub!reader & dom!abby. this is my third time writing smut & it's 3am so please be gentle!

lewd and shameless moans left your pretty lips as abby fucked her brand new strap into you. it was black, eight inches and had thick veins running up it, she seemed very proud about her selection and even prouder at the state she currently had you in.

legs pressed up against your chest, one of her arms keeping them up. you were completely bare on her bed as she steadily fucked the silicone into you, her own clothes discarded on the shiny and freshly cleaned floors.

"that's it baby... taking it- taking my dick so well," she grunts, the friction from the base of the strap rubbing against her clit perfectly.

your walls clench around the dildo, and abby swears she can feel it. swears she can feel how tight you are.

"abby..." you manage to choke out, pleasure becoming overwhelming, her pace speeding up as her other hand works circles on your very sensitive and overworked clit.

your own hands had found their space clutching onto her bedsheets, but how fast she was going, god the fact how her boobs were right in front of your face felt way to good. way too good. so, you move your hands up to the back of her head, feeling around for her very familiar braid you had watched her put in just this morning before grabbing onto it and yanking it back.

the action startles your girlfriend for a moment and she looks down at your closed eyes and agape mouth, stopping the movements on your clit to come up and grab your chin. you, of course, let out a groan in disappointment upon feeling her hand move away and open your eyes to try and put her hand back before you feel it come in contact with your chin.

"what do you think your doing, huh?" when you don't reply, she slows down, almost stopping her actions completely.

you let out another whine in dissatisfaction, her grip on your chin moves up as she squeezes your cheeks.

"huh?" she repeats.

you still have a grip on her braid, which you yank more and harder in response. angry at her ripping away your impending orgasm. causing her head to go back, grip releasing on your cheeks, shutting her own eyes in... pleasure? anger? frustration?

"fuck," she moans, and your eyes widen at this newfound weakness

slowly but surely, she resumes her previous actions but faster – a lot faster. if you thought it was too much before, it certainly is now.

as it turns out, tugging on her braid wasn't a weakness. not for her, it was a form of encouragement for her to work swiftly on you. she had put her hand back on your puffy clit, harsher circles moving on it.

wrapping your hand around her braid, tugging it whenever you pleased as she repeatedly pounded into your cunt as her own pleasure.

your back arched with your chest pressing into her own, head thrown back with euphoric, dirty moans leaving your mouth left abby chasing her own orgasm from the sound alone.

when you finally felt your release approaching, abby felt hers arriving. mentally letting go of herself on top of you and continuing to thrust the strap in and out of your leaking pussy to allow you to reach your own.

and you did, once, twice, and as many more as abby pleased you to have that night.

a/n: night guys ! i'll edit this tomorrow

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[mediocrevideopodcast]

Prompt: Calling the Lackadaisy characters by their full name

A/N: University has been keeping me busy, and I've been in a bit of a writers block. So in the meantime, take this goofy little thing!

Includes: Rocky Rickaby/Reader Calvin "Freckle" McMurray/Reader Dorian "Zib" Zibowski/Reader Mordecai Heller/Reader Viktor Vasko/Reader Serafine Savoy/Reader Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy/Reader

Rocky Rickaby: 

Rocky's always pleased to hear his name fall from your lips… "Rocky Rickaby…" he loves to occupy your attention, and he's not above doing a silly trick here and there to get you to utter his name like that. But his given name? You can't even finish "Roark" before he's at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Queue the waterworks -- his muse, his winter sunshine, his summer breeze please, please forgive him. For he is naught but a mortal man, riddled with the propensity for mistakes, but is -- Hm?  The maple syrup is in the back of the pantry, yes. Yes, next to the peanut butter. -- is that not the natural state of such mortal endeavors? Surely, such a divine being must take pity on the folly of man!

He doesn't register that you were only playing with him. Or, maybe he's realized and is just committing to the bit. You'll never know. What you do know, however, is that you'll have him at your feet for the next hour or so. 

Calvin McMurray: 

Calvin, Cal, Freckle… Sweetheart, in private. McMurray, when you're teasing. Calvin really gets the gamut of names and nicknames when it comes to you. But when he hears his full name yelled out from the opposite end of the house, he's nothing if not panicked. The past two decades of Irish Catholicism really beats that into you. He rushes to your side, back straight, head down in silent apology for… whatever it is, that he did. 

"...Yes, dear?"

He has to bite his tongue a bit to not bring out any honorifics, but the message comes across just the same. There's only 2 times he uses "dear" as his go to-- 1.) In front of his mother, 2.) After he's done something he shouldn't. 

Decompresses instantaneously when you ask him to open the pickle jar. He exhales quietly, holding his hand out silently for the jar. His heart can't take this sort of thing. Don't do this to the poor man… too often. 

Dorian Zibowski:

Blinks owlishly when he hears his full name shouted out from across the house. If there's any way to sober Zib up… this is it. He's leaping to his feet in an instant, rushing to where you are… and slowing down when he's just out of sight. He smooths his fur and his clothes and takes a deep breath before waltzing calmly into your line of sight. Play it cool. 

"Funny way of pronouncing "Zibowski, doll. Need something?" 

He takes it in stride, but don't be fooled -- he's quaking in his boots, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He feels the weight lifted off his chest when you ask him to grab something from the top shelf, although you'd never know that. He does, however, press a lingering kiss to your temple after he passes the item off to you. Don't read into it too much. 

Mordecai Heller: 

He tears his eyes away from his book, glancing at you from over the rim of his teacup. "Yes?" 

He's truly unaffected. He's introduced by his first and last name all the time, and he was never scolded in such a manner as a child.  If you were looking for some outlandish reaction, all you've got is his quiet attention. And you might want to answer quickly -- he'd really like to finish this chapter tonight. This is quite a grueling read, you know. 

His true name, however, is a different story. But that's for entirely different reasons, and well, you wouldn't  know anything about that. Right? 

Viktor Vasko: 

Yet another one who is unaffected. He looms over you a bit -- which really, isn't unusual for him considering his stature -- humming questioningly.

He's a man of few words, and even fewer reactions. You've really gotta put some emotion in your voice if you want to get any sort of reaction out of him, and even then the most you're likely to get is a raised eyebrow… maybe a bit of a head tilt if you're lucky. And you can really only do this once -- he'll remember your little trick for next time. 

(If you really want to get a reaction out of him, use some sort of petname. He secretly finds them rather sweet, and the right one will force-reset his brain a bit the first few times you use it. )

Seraphine Savoy: 

Seraphine isn't unaffected by the use of her full name… rather, she revels in it. She's always enjoyed the flow of her name, but it always seems to fall from your lips like some goldly golden ichor. To call it heavenly would be a bit of a misnomer -- sinful, mayhaps? It's a difficult feeling to place, but she strides over to you confidently nonetheless. Her lips quirk up as she leans into your personal space.

"Yes, amou?"  

Nicodeme Savoy: 

Truthfully, he isn't the biggest fan of you calling him by his full name. Well, his full first name, anyways. Feels too stuffy, for his liking. But he takes it in stride, waltzing up to you lazily. He rests his arm on your shoulder and leans down to be eye-level with you, eyes half lidded with a grin. He throws your own full name right back at you teasingly. Need something?  Want him to grab something, or open a jar? Hm? 

His grin stretches a bit wider when you pout -- you really thought you'd get him this time, huh? He kisses you chastely, nipping at you softly in jest. Gotta try harder than that to shake him, bebe. 

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[coveted-covey]

Word count: 2,161

Living near a beach all their life ideally would have made anyone develop a better immune system than most. 

There’s the warmth of the ever-loving sun, the salty ocean breeze, the fun things you could do on the beach. With that said, you really don’t know what got you bedridden since yesterday night.

*Ah-choo!!*

You quickly grab a tissue from your bedside table, bringing it to your face to blow your nose pitifully. A cough quickly follows suit, shaking your whole being. You gingerly toss the balled up tissue to the bin except that you miss it by a couple of feet. Head throbbing from the hard cough you just had, you huff in annoyance as you slather your hands with the hand sanitizer you have on you.

“Goddd, I hate being sick.”

That seems to be the cue for Mom to knock and come in with a tray of what you could only guess as chicken noodle soup, a glass of water, and medicine. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

You whine despite yourself. “Bad,” you try to sit up slowly when another sneeze hunches your upper body. “Ugh, very bad.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” she sets the tray on your bedside table then reaches out to feel your forehead using the back of her hand. She hums thoughtfully, “Still hasn’t gone down. Here, eat. The warm soup should make you feel better.” 

She adjusts the pillow behind you and you uncurl your back as she does so. “Where’s Ma?”

Your Mom sniffs and dabs fake tears from her eyes. “You look for Ma while I’m right here? You hurt my feelings, [Name].” 

The scowl you’re wearing must have worked (as much as a half-hearted scowl could) because she adds right after a small endearing sigh, “She had to go to work. You know that she’d have wanted to be here taking care of you instead of going to work, but I already took the day off. You’ll see her this afternoon, okay?” She fixes your hair and kisses your forehead softly.

“Okay. Thank you,” you try to clear your throat. “I’ll feed myself, Mom, no need to worry.” She laughs at that. 

With the food set up on the bed tray, she stands up then gestures to the door. “Then I’ll be outside if you need me.” 

You make a noncommittal sound then start spooning the soup to eat. It’s good. Warm and soothing. You are on your fifth spoonful when you hear the doorbell ring muffledly from the first floor. 

“Hi, Cove!” You hear your Mom’s voice greet the visitor. Your ears instantly perk up at that. Cove? There was a bit of a hushed discussion and then you hear the door close.

Did he leave? You pout at the thought. Maybe Mom made him leave because you're sick. You frown harder at that. But you want to see him…

The spoon is halfway to your mouth once again when you hear a soft knock from the other side of your door. “[Name]? It’s Cove.”

“C-Cove!” you almost choke at your words when a hack disrupts your speech. “Come” –a cough– “in–”

The door opens, your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows downturned as he surveys you.  “I’m here… Are you okay?”

You chuckle at that. “As okay as someone could be with their immunocytes fighting for their life.” 

He laughs airily, the mirth not quite reaching his eyes. “I heard that you were sick. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You look at your phone five steps away from your bed and he follows your gaze. “Something about my phone being literally out of my reach.” You turn to him, “How did you know I’m sick?”

“Liz.” 

“Oh– I may or may not have been complaining to her about wanting to see you but not being able to.” 

“Oh… I was actually almost sent away just now, but I also wanted to see you so I tried to convince your mom to let me stay.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Thanks for staying.”

“No problem.”

You blink at him, his gaze locked onto your eyes. There’s an expression on his face that you can’t quite place. Almost like–but maybe it’s just your fever making you see things–

“I’m sorry we can’t hang out,” you shift awkwardly. “Weren’t you planning on doing something today?”

He breaks off his gaze from you and moves to bring your desk chair beside your bed. “It’s alright. I-it’s not as fun without you around.”

You look down at the soup starting to cool off on your tray, feeling your cheeks become hotter for some reason. “...I see.” You bite your lip, still not looking up.

Cove sits on the chair and looks at the poster on the opposite wall. “You should probably finish the soup.” 

You regard him, a bit incredulous. “You gonna watch me eat?”

It’s then that you notice he’s not looking at you and that his ears and neck are redder than when he got sunburnt that one time he stubbornly did not put on sunscreen. That only happened once, in your younger years, and you never saw it happen again. Maybe he stayed too long outside before coming to your house. You open your mouth to speak when he responds: 

“Well, not watch watch, that would be weird–! I just thought it’d be nice to hang out here, for a bit, since you can’t go outside and all. And I don’t have to stay if you’d rather be alone; I totally understand–” he gestures wildly, and you feel your hand stretching out to his gesticulating hands.

“Calm down, Cove,” you laugh softly. “I want you here. I mean,” you clear your throat, “Yes, of course we can hang out. Though I’m kind of worried about you catching whatever I have right now.”

Your neighbor stills, looking fixedly at your hand touching his wrist. Then he looks up, seagreen eyes wavering a bit. Softly, he says, “I think I’ll be fine. I’ll stay.”

You grin at him, reluctantly letting go of his wrist. “So what were you doing before coming here?”

He smiles back, then regales you of stories about what he did earlier today as you finish up your chicken noodle soup and take your medicine.

~*~

You fell asleep.

Cove looks at your sleeping figure, seemingly deep in thought. He breathes out a laugh when you wrinkle your nose in your sleep. 

Cute. 

Huh, what?

Man, he should get it together.

He sighs, defeated. There’s something that’s been bothering him lately. 

It’s you. 

He can’t seem to stop thinking about you lately, and it’s driving him insane. 

He finds himself staring at you more. He blames it on how bright and captivating your smile is.

He finds himself itching to touch you more. But you’re best friends. You do touch platonically quite a lot. You hold hands when necessary. (When he helps you go up the poppy hill. When he helps you go down to the beach. When you go to town during the peak summer season and he doesn’t want to lose you in the not-quite-a-crowd crowd. Those are what he considers necessary.) And you do hug. Side hugs are quite normal in your friendship, but lately he does not seem to want to let go.

It’s you, on his mind, 24/7. He’s not sure for how much longer he can take it.

You shift in your sleep, kicking off your blanket. His mind stops whirring at that and stands up to gently put the blanket back over your exposed feet.

Inching his chair closer, he eyes your hand over the blanket and sighs again for the hundredth time in the past hour. 

He wants to hold your hand so bad.

But it’s just right there, open for the taking. He’s almost sure you wouldn’t mind him holding your hand, but doing it while you’re asleep and unaware is making him doubt that.

His hands tremble on his lap. 

He’s gonna do it.

His heart beats faster inside his ribcage and sweat beads on his neck. Slowly and steadily, he outstretches his hand until the pads of his fingers lightly touch the back of your hand. Gently, he flips your hand over then clasps your hand in his.

He wills his heart rate down then marvels at you.

Smiling to himself, he stands and leans down to press a light kiss on your temple.

“Feel better soon, [Name].”

With that soft get well soon wish, he sits back down, your hand in his hand.

Maybe one day he’ll be able to confess his feelings for you. And he’ll get to do it while you’re awake.

~*~

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.

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You blink blearily, seeing your bedroom walls shining with a bright orange-pink glow from your window. With a deep sigh, you look at the digital clock you have on your bedside table. It reads 5:37 PM.

Must’ve fallen asleep sometime after eating– And. 

Oh, right! Cove was here.

Your eyes look around, trying to get back to the waking world. Did he leave already?

That’s when you notice a weight on your hand, then you look to your side to see your neighbor, Cove James Holden, asleep, using one arm as a pillow as his other hand holding yours. His seagreen hair almost looked golden due to the sunset hues coming from the window behind him.

Like a moth to a flame, you can’t help but draw your other hand close to touch his hair. You’re about to pat his head when you feel his hand lightly grip the hand in his hold. “[Name]?”

You smile awkwardly at him, caught red handed. You clear your throat. “Uh, good evening?”

He grins at you drowsily, taking your other hand and letting it flop on his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you smile softly. Better since you came here. 

“Hmm, that’s good,” he yawns. “Sorry, I fell asleep here.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

“Ha, you’re right,” he laughs, eyes shining as he beholds you. “[Name].”

“Hmm?” You continue stroking his now-golden hair, a soft smile on your face.

He looks at you seriously and you see the gears in his head turn and finally decide against what he initially planned. He shakes his head, looking down at your joined hands. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”

You nod sagely, then give him a light grin. “It’s okay… Feel free to tell me when you’re ready.”

“I will. When I’m ready.”

With hands comfortable in each other's, the both of you sit in contemplative silence; it's quiet but not uncomfortable. For a brief moment only the rolling waves from the beach and your soft breathing were the only sounds you can hear, then you ask,

“Hey, you did not use the window,” you tease.

He grins, gently pushing stray hair from your eyes, “You're practically bedridden, would you have opened it for me still?”

“Yes.”

Maybe it's because of the way you looked while you said it, or the fact that the answer quickly left your mouth, but your response startles a laugh out of Cove. “I figured. Which is why I didn't. Shouldn't disturb resting patients and all that.” He laughs fondly, adjusting his hold on your now sweating palms. He does not seem to want to let go despite that.

You pout. Is he making fun of you? 

“Sorry, I'm not making fun of you,” he lightly grins, his thumb rubbing at your hand soothingly. “I just really didn’t want to disturb you while you're resting.”

Your heart rate speeds up and your face heats up at his soft admission, leaving you no choice but to look away. God, you really, really hate being sick. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you, because why is he looking at you like that?

Him and his soft eyes and soft grin and soft hair and soft demeanor looking at you like he’s…

…

“What a charmer,” you mutter under your breath.

Your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows shoot up at that, “What?” His lips wobble into a startled frown and whines, “Hey, I was being serious you know.”

You sigh, then slowly shift yourself up. You do not miss the way Cove immediately stands to help you, his hand still holding yours. You take in the hold he has on you then at him as he settles back down once you’re comfortably sitting up.

“Cove.”

“Hmm?”

You laugh at the feeling of deja vu. Didn’t this happen just a few minutes earlier? You grin at him. “Nothing, I guess I’ll tell you when you’re ready to tell me what you were about to tell me earlier.” You lightly squeeze his hand in yours to tell him that you’re not making fun of him. 

It may be too soon, but you hope he tells you tomorrow when you’re fully recovered.

fic by @coveted-covey (2024).

a/n: slowly experimenting with formatting and stuff. i'm still not sure what i'm doing but i'm getting there! lol

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[mydearlybeloathed]

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ moodswings

in which the hormones attack. zoro x f!reader, sanji x f!reader, luffy x f!reader

𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ♡

➼ are you still sad?

luffy had always been more observant than you gave him credit for. f!reader

➼ i remember thinking i had you **

you'd always had a feeling luffy's dreams would outgrow you, but when that day finally arrives, you're not as prepared as you'd thought you'd be. now he's willing to take a chance to make his dream come true, fully believing you're right behind him. you have a decision to make: risk everything for the boy who means everything, or set him free of your doubts. gn!reader, multi part fic, opla!luffy

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 ♡

➼ flavors of home *

in which even though you've been rescued, you're homesick. a certain pirate chef is more than willing to help cure the ailment. f!reader

➼ we are never getting back together (?) *

in which you, now a successful singer, and sanji, now a pirate, reunite unexpectedly when you return to baratie for a one night only performance. f!reader

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 ♡

➼ my sister, my responsibility **

even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister.

➼ another birthday down the drain

you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 ♡

➼ get some sleep

you just can't get to sleep thanks to a terrible rainstorm terrorizing the ship. luckily, your tossing and turning inspired nami with an idea: just go sleep with the swordsman. f!reader

➼ got me spinning like a ballerina

in which zoro doesn't dance, but he has no issue in watching you twirl yourself off your feet. so long as you twirl back to him when your feet get tired. f!reader

➼ sail again **

once upon a time, you'd weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why. f!reader, opla

𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ hindsight * foresight

in which your death brings the heroes of olympus back together, after nearly a decade of fighting. f!reader

➼ a fatal habit

in which nico intends to prove that your habit could kill you. platonic!gn!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 ♡

➼ surprise

in which annabeth has a birthday surprise for percy.

➼ spider slayer

in which mortal!annabeth really doesn’t like spiders, and is lucky to find someone willing to fight them for her.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♡

➼ clear sight * 

in which you do some late night investigating in the woods near your house. f!mortal!reader

➼ a loss for words

in which you and jason have a moment alone over the city. gn!reader

➼ a camp halfblood christmas **

in which you thought creating a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly. f!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡

➼ goner

in which the castellan that stayed has a hard time at camp. f!castellan!reader

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ granger danger *

in which hermione’s time turner malfunctions.

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♡

➼ frostbite *

in which sirius better have a very good reason for being late to your date. f!reader

➼ sleepless nights

in which sirius, a year after azkaban, is still suffering from nightmares. gn!reader

➼ sunday mornings *

in which you and sirius have always bonded over what you might just love more than each other: your hair. f!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ my boyfriend's back

after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days. gn!muggle!reader

𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 ♡

➼ rainshowers *

in which neteyam is more affectionate than you’re used to. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐥𝐨'𝐚𝐤 ♡

➼ grounded

in which you have nothing better to do than fix your lover’s hair. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 ♡

➼ dating jim headcanon

➼ the sword on the table **

in which whilst in the depths of the heroes forge armory, you and your friends come across a peculiar sword that has a mind of its own. gn!reader, hinted jim x reader

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡

➼ the accidental confession

in which those three little words finally slip out steve harrington x f!reader

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ an evening out

in which you’re a princess visiting camelot, and both you and arthur are aware that a marriage is likely in the works arthur x princess!reader, wip

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 ♡

➼ selenophile

in which ondine beck doesn't believe in monsters... until she doesn't have much of a choice. liam dunbar x fem!oc, hiatus

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 ♡

➼ star boy's lament

in which the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky. ezra bridger x f!reader

➼ not it!

a simple day on the ghost goes awry as chores are assigned, and the age old law of Not It is enacted. ghost crew x gn!reader

#masterlist . #nav . #divider by @cafekitsune

[welcome-to-sparkys]

Springlocked

TW: gore, Ness dies, springlocking

Summary: Ness saves Abby from being put in the spring lock suit, but at what cost?

A/N: Short little angsty fic here! Not quite security waiter but there's hints of it. This was if Ness took Vanessa's place plot wise in the movie. Just really liked the idea :3 Not a whole lot of editing just wanted to get this out there. May rewrite this at a later date.

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The sound was something Abby could never completely scrape from her memory. The sight of it all was burned into her eyes. Ness shoved Chica away, saving her from the metal grave, but Ness had miscalculated. He threw himself a little too much in the shove, which quickly reminded him of Newton's laws of physics.

He fell into the maw of Ella's abdomen. The sudden jolt of an adult's weight was more than enough to set off the spring locks.

It was almost like a mouse trap in how quick it closed and crunched bone. Ness began spitting up blood within a minute. The spider-leg-like spindels of metal clamped down on his supple flesh. Agony was inadequate to the sound of his screams.

Blood began to pool on the floor. Drip drip drip... Ness writhed in the machine from Hell, his body involuntarily convulsing as more jabs hit him. The claws sunk deeper...

Abby winced, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with all her might as her shrill scream filled the air alongside Ness's gurgling.

"Abby... Run..." Ness managed to spit out, his crushed windpipe added a thick coarse sound to his once sweet-tone. He wanted her to flee before she'd hear his inevitable death rattle.

Mike dashed into the room, hearing the screaming. His mouth fell agape. What he saw... What he saw was worse than he could ever imagine. He knew he was going to be dreaming — a nightmarish dream — of this moment. Over and over and over again... Wondering, pleading, if he could have done anything different.

Mike scrambled to scoop up Abby. Chica hadn't attempted to pick her up again. The childrens' plan had been unexpectedly foiled. Mike didn't want to leave Ness behind, how could he do that? Yet... Abby needed out first.

He rushed out the exit, setting the poor shaken girl on her feet. "Abby, don't- Stay here." He was out of breath, his mind racing. He didn't give her a chance to respond before risking his life, running back inside.

The murderous robot had left, leaving Ness to die alone.

Well, not anymore.

Mike fell to his knees before Ness, blood soaking his weathered jeans. "Ness, Ness listen to me-" Mike choked out. "I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

Ness simply... Smiled. How could he smile in a moment like this? "I'm just... Glad she's safe." He croaked. "Tell her I love her, Mike. Okay?" His hoarse voice was growing weaker after each word. Something flickered in his eyes. As if... As if he had something to tell Mike. He opened and closed his mouth, swallowing. God... His mouth felt so dry, despite the blood.

Mike fiercely shook his head. "Don't talk like that, dammit! You're not dying. Not here, not now!" Mike shouted, his pain reverberated in the tiny backroom. "You're not... I can't- I can't lose someone else. Not again." Not when he could have prevented it. Again.

"Mike... Remember her order for me, okay?" Ness said rather calmly. "She loves buttermilk pancakes with chocolate chips in the shape of a smile. Two whipped cream eyebrows to boot." He tried to chuckle, but out came a cough and a splatter of more blood. "Don't forget... Please."

Mike nodded in defeat. He knew Ness was a goner. He knew... He knew Ness knew that. "Okay..." He gently took Ness's hand, it daintly hung out the machine. It was so... Cold.

Mike could see the damage. It made his stomach churn. One of Ness's larger intestines had fallen out from a large rip made in his lower abdomen. It was suspended in the air. It was so unnatural and sickly to see. Yet, Mike refused to turn away from Ness. He didn't dare leave him alone. Chunks of flesh wrapped around the sleek and smooth metal parts.

He sat there, and waited. Ness took his last breath, hoarse and inhuman. Yet he smiled. He was content knowing Mike and Abby was safe. That's all that mattered.

A small sliver of Mike had felt peace, knowing Ness was able to die with that weak little smile.

And then he wept.

The building later collapsed, leaving Afton and Ness inside to rot. Mike swore he'd come back, every night. And he did. He rewound the nature sounds tape, and let it play in that very room. He spoke to Ella, to Ness, letting him know about Abby. How she misses Ness so dearly.

"She wants to visit, you know." The frazzled, sleepless man said to the cold, fowl-smelling machine. "And... And I get her those pancakes. Every Sunday like usual. Chocolate chips and everything." He choked on a sob.

One night, Mike swore he saw the machine move. Just an inch. But maybe... Maybe it meant something.

#fnaf #securitywaiter #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness fnaf #ness the waiter #mike fnaf #mike x ness #ness x mike #angst #gore #springlocking #i love you all but also suffer ♡ #i may write a sequel who knows #divider by @cafekitsune

[blondbrat]

— 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 2023’

!! this series contains smut and fluff. nsfw content !!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : rafe cameron!breeding kink

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 : stoner!matt pt. 1 . stoner!matt smut pt.2

#𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 2023’ #divider by @cafekitsune

[shujiforever]

A Suitable Punishment

Synopsis: You’re having a smoke outside of Toman HQ when a guy approaches and starts flirting with you. Your boyfriend (Shuji Hanma) walks up to see the two of you about to kiss and decides it’s time to dole out some punishment. 

Word Count: 1,813

Content Warning: 18+/MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon, exhibitionism, pet name (princess), slight verbal degradation (Shuji calls y/n slut). Please let me know if I missed any.

Author’s note: This takes place in the bad Toman Timeline - Everyone involved is an adult. With Kisaki at the top, I assume his lackeys are still in the gang somewhere. Who the guy is really doesn't matter - I just chose Choji because he got a little sum sum goin on. My first ever fanfic so be nice!

@alice-smutthoughts I literally went through with this just for you. Otherwise, the idea would have died in my drafts. I hope you like it!

It was getting late and you were having a cigarette outside of Toman HQ, waiting for the exec meeting to be finished so that your boyfriend could take you on a night ride. You love night rides with Shuji; the wind in your hair (and the preceding bickering about helmets - why should you wear one when he doesn’t?), holding him tightly for safety and for comfort while you ride aimlessly until you find some place nice to stop and…. You were in the middle of a daydream when a man approached, “do you have a light?” You hand him your lighter and watch as he exhales a puff of smoke. 

He looks familiar. You wonder where you’ve seen him before. He interrupts your thoughts once again.  “Hey. I got a report about some woman hanging around out here and came to see what was up…” That’s it! He’s a member of Toman - you must have seen him around before. He continues, “But they didn’t say she was so cute.” You blush and, taken aback, manage to sputter out a thank you. 

As the conversation progresses, Choji slowly inches closer to you. Eventually, he’s towering over you, gazing into your eyes while you attempt to answer his question. What was it again? You can’t remember. Your thoughts are racing, “focus y/n!” “Well… he is kinda hot…” You lean in, almost subconsciously, and catch a whiff of his cologne, enjoying it for a brief moment. How was he wearing your favorite scent? “No! You’re with Shuji.” you reminded yourself.

Before you have a chance to step back, a deep, cold voice startles you “Well, well, well. Hi princess,” He slides his arm around your waist, glaring at the man next to you. “Choji,” he nearly spits. “Me and y/n were going to go for a ride, but it looks like she’s enjoying your company.” His eyes narrow. “Why don’t you join us for a drink inside first?” You start to say that’s not necessary, but Shuji cuts you off “Come on now, baby. Don’t be rude to your new friend. What’s one little drink going to hurt?” He walks inside, beckons for you both to follow, and leads the way to his office. 

An hour later, you’re still sitting in Shuji’s gorgeous office, admiring the city skyline from his floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything is going well. You’ve all had a couple of drinks, shared some stories, and laughed a little - a lot, actually. You notice Shuji’s drink is low and offer to freshen it up for him. 

You return and hand him his drink, watching as he takes a sip and sets it down on the table next to him “Delicious.” He pulls you down onto his lap, “but not as delicious as you, my princess”. You glance at Choji who is sitting directly across from you looking a little uncomfortable, his eyes shifting around the room. You don’t have long to process it before Shuji’s large tattooed hands are clamped to your cheeks and his tongue is pushing its way past your lips. 

Shocked, you jump out of his lap “Shuji! Choji is right there!” Shuji stands up behind you and pulls you in closer. “He doesn’t mind,” he replies with a smirk, eyes dark as they meet Choji’s “Do you?” Choji shakes his head nervously. “In fact, princess, why don’t we give him a little show? Hmmm?”  

His hands sneak under your shirt and up your stomach, slowly making their way to your chest “You know, since he likes you sooo much”. Shuji’s hands are on your tits now, moving in small circles before he begins to lift your shirt, throwing it onto the couch behind him. He makes eye contact with Choji once more “This is what you get for making a move on my girl. Don’t you dare look away.”

“Shuji please, you’re--” you abruptly stop speaking, distracted as you notice Choji’s eyes are glued to you, taking in every curve; the plump shape of your breast, the movement of your nipples as Shuji rolls them between his thumbs and index fingers. “Shuji, come on. You’re embarrassing me..” You watch as his signature mischievous grin spreads across his face “oh, princess.. That’s the point. Don’t you get it yet? I saw you out there, flirting away. You’re being punished too, slut.” 

Knowing that Shuji isn’t really a man to be reasoned with, you give up, sigh and lean your head back, resting it on his chest. “Good girl”, he purrs before pushing you forward off his chest and grabbing a fistful of your hair. In the meantime, he’s using his free hand to remove your skirt and rip your panties from your body. Immediately, your pussy is filled with two long fingers. 

“Wow, pretending to be embarrassed when you’re this wet..  You really are a slut, huh?” Your face turns a bright red as he removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, slowly licking up your juices, making sure that Choji can see just how wet you are and just how much he is going to enjoy this. 

Keeping his firm grip on your hair, he pushes you down so that you’re bent over in front of him, nearly face to face with Choji, who is still seated on the couch in front of you. You hear his belt unbuckle and his zipper open and then a command: “Watch closely now”. 

You feel the tip of his cock moving between your slippery folds, gently gliding over your clit. A stifled moan escapes your lips, causing Choji to blush ever so slightly. “That’s right, see how much she likes me?” Shuji chuckles and shoves his cock deep inside of you. You let out a squeal and brace for more, but find yourself disappointed. Why isn’t he moving? You look back at him, confused. 

“Want something princess?” he teases? You nod. “Oh, no princess, I can’t hear you. Did you want something?” Of course he is not going to make this easy for you. Afterall, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if he did. What would happen if you didn’t say anything? How long would he keep you like this? Pushing through your embarrassment, you manage to croak out “Shuji please,” 

“Please what?”

“Please..”

“I don’t know what you want, princess. You’re just going to have to tell me. Use your big girl voice now.” He turns your head back to the front so that you are eye to eye with Choji, and thrusts into you ever so slightly. “What do you want?”

You gasp, unable to take it anymore. You try to turn to look at Shuji, but he holds your head in place, facing forward. “Well, princess?”

“Please - I want to be fucked.” Wrong answer. He sighs and pulls all the way out, leaving you feeling empty and craving more. 

“Oh, that’s all you want? Just to be fucked? It doesn’t matter who does it? Slut. Go find someone else.” His grip on your hair begins to loosen, but before he can let go all the way, you cry out “No! That’s not what I meant.” His grip tightens once more “No? Then what did you mean? Because I saw you look him right in the eye and asked to be fucked. Do you want him to fuck you?” 

“No,” you whisper.

“Louder, slut.”

“No, Shuji, I don’t! I want you to fuck me. Only you, I swear!”

Shuji smiles and looks at Choji “Did you hear that?” Choji nods. “She doesn’t want you. She wants me to fuck her.. And well, I can’t help but give my princess whatever she wants.” With that he slides his cock back into you and immediately starts thrusting fast and hard. It’s like his cock was made for you, always reaching all the way back to that little spot that drives you wild. You can’t help yourself, now a moaning, drooling mess as he slams into you. 

Sensing that you’re about to cum, he reaches around to your pussy, fingers dancing on your throbbing clit. “Shuji,” you moan “Shuji, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, princess? You’re gonna cum?” He’s speeding up now. “Yes, Shuji, I’m gonna cu---”

“No, you’re not,” he chuckles, pulling out just before you reach your orgasm.

“But...”  you try to argue, but it’s too late. He’s already turning you around and pushing you to your knees. “That wouldn’t be much of a punishment, now would it.” You’re kneeling in front of him as he runs his hands up and down his shaft, admiring the mess you’ve made “Open up”. 

He grabs you by the jaw, forcing your mouth open and shoves his cock in, not giving you any time to protest - as if you would have anyway. Slowly, he begins pushing in and out of your mouth, using his hands to rub the tip across the inside of your cheek as he pulls it out with a small popping noise. “Oh, princess, you’re being so good for me.”

He shoves his cock back into your mouth, thrusting hard and fast, holding your head in place with his hands as he fucks your throat, coming close to his own climax. “That’s it, princess. Just like that. Take it all for me, m’kay?” Mouth full of his cock, you let out a small groan intended to mean “Okay”, unwittingly vibrating his tip in the process. He lets out a loud moan and pulls out so that just the tip is still in your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands as he runs his fist up and down the length of his shaft. You do so gladly, his short breaths and small moans making you even hungrier for him. With one final grunt, he orgasms, his cum filling your mouth and coating your tongue. “Show me”. You open your mouth and the sight of his mess inside it makes him want to fuck you all over again. 

But that’s not what you’re there for this time. “Don’t swallow it yet, m’kay princess?”. Unable to speak, you nod. He grabs you by the arm and gently lifts you off your knees. “Choji, stand up.” Unsure of what’s happening, Choji obeys.

“Kiss her.”

You and Choji look at each other, both shocked. “Wh-What?” He sputters. 

“Whaaat?” Shuji mocks. “You heard me. Kiss her. She likes it with tongue too. You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”

Choji doesn’t move, trying to figure out if there are any other options. Apparently there aren’t, as Shuji persists, “Isn't this what you wanted? You were gonna kiss her earlier, right?”

Choji gulps and looks at you, mouth full of cum and awaiting his response. He looks back to Shuji, who has no intention of letting him out of this. Figuring he better just get it over with or risk having to endure something even worse, he resigns, leans forward, and meets his lips to yours.

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[silver-samurai]

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#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #johnny silverhand #silverv #oc: eito #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk screenshots #otp: binary redamancy #divider by @cafekitsune

[auroratumbles]

a new performance ?

aurora. she/her. fanfiction writer.

0.1 about me ! 0.2 dni/byf ! 0.3 rq. rules ! 0.4 m.list ! 0.5 mutuals !

other !

recent ! - “to my dear zhongli.”

events ! - aurora's 100 followers [archived 01.03.2024]

rq. status ! - rq. closed (semi-hiatus)

boundaries ! only platonic/joking flirting. no nicknames (mutuals excepted). no nsfw. no personal questions.

#divider by @cafekitsune #pinned post #was tryna make it shorter lmao

[mediocrevideopodcast]

Any ideas of what a first date would look like with Rocky? 👀

(Side note, I adore your writing style so much!! ^^)

A/N: Awe, thank you so much!🧡 Sorry for the late reply, school has officially started back up again, but I'm glad I was able to get this out! I remember in one of the livestreams Tracy said that he'd see nothing wrong with taking you to 7/11 for a date, which let's be real, is my ideal man. Enjoy! 

Extravagant; Theatrical; Moonstruck. These are but three of the most common words to describe Rocky. Despite his handpicked friend group -- or more bluntly, his small group of people willing to stick around -- Rocky tends to draw quite a bit of attention. Very little of it is good, but still: words like that are thrown around with ease. As such, one might assume that Rocky's perfect date would be to some extravagant place where the music never stops and the night never ends. 

But… they would be wrong. 

Because despite his tales of grandeur, Rocky's life has taught him to enjoy the simpler things. Car rides down the streets of Saint Louis, hopping through abandoned streetcars, pocketing snacks from the big convenience store down the lane… that's what Rocky really looks forward to. 

And let's face it: Rocky would love to take you out to a fancy dinner and a movie, but this cat just doesn't have the funds for it. Closest he could get would be the Little Daisy during daylight -- Miss M's always makes sure he's at least somewhat fed -- but he knows all too well that Ivy would leap at the chance to get him back for all the times he's teased her about Freckle. 

(He's sent her off on a few wild goose chases before to grab a bite with you, though. Pancakes can't be beat,  you know.) 

But loving Rocky, you know that money isn't everything. Every moment spent with him is memorable. Many of your date nights are just the two of you hanging out together, whether it be driving around or completing a run for the Lackadaisy -- any moment spent together is so damn good that it's hard to call it anything but a date. Your friends don't quite get it, but that's alright. 

For your first ever date though… he tried pretty damn hard. 

He hopped the fence of some richman (it was Sedgewick, although he'll never admit to it) to steal some flowers for you, tying them together in orange and blue ribbons. You still have their petals saved, pressed into books and stored in mahogany boxes along with all of the letters he's ever written to you. 

The rest of the day is spent in each other's company, driving, talking, and occasionally stopping to dance in the streets of Saint Louis. You can't say you were much of a dancer before meeting him, but he has an infectious energy about him. 

He eventually convinces you to let him sneak you into a movie -- he refuses to let you spend a dime on him, even if you're well-off. You can't tell if he likes the thrill of sneaking in, or if it's out of some chivalrous obligation. Likely both. 

All in all, the night is one of the most magical you've ever had. No price tags for rose colored glasses, or awkward lapses in silence. Just the two of you, taking every moment as it comes by. 

He insists on driving you home that night, just to make sure you get in safe, still thrumming with excitement. Neither of you really want the night to end, but alas. 

(It's not like the two of you don't see each other daily.) 

(He short-circuits when you press a kiss to his cheek before darting out of the car. His voice cracks a little when he says he'll see you tomorrow, hands slipping off the center console when he leans out to shout. You can't wait to see him again.) 

#divider by @cafekitsune #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy rocky x reader #roark rickaby x reader #lackadaisy imagine #lackadaisy imagines

[coveted-covey]

Word count: 1,063

You really don’t know when it started.

He’s always been the same, and you’ve always been the same, except that you can’t help but feel that something changed lately.

You stare at your childhood friend of 10 years. Cove’s eyes are crinkled, waving his hands animatedly as he tells a story about his volunteer shift just earlier this afternoon.

“And then the team leader fell on his butt the exact moment the wave came in!” He slaps his knee in glee, laughing out loud as he relives the funny moment. You couldn’t help but share his  mirth, laughing along. “We were all stifling our laughter, I swear–” 

Cove’s iconic eyebrows were downturned as he heaved in laughter. This could easily be one of the best sceneries you’ve ever been blessed to witness, you caught yourself thinking.

His laughter slowly dies down into softer chuckles, then he fixes his gaze onto you. “Why are you staring so much? Is there something on my face?”

“H-whu?” You broke out of your daydreaming, eyes immediately flicking onto the ocean. You feel your cheeks and ears burn in embarrassment. “No, no. Don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively, hoping that he does not grill you about getting caught staring at him.

You could still feel his eyes burning into you, and you desperately hope that the ground opens up right at that moment to swallow you and shame whole.

“Um, hey! D-do you wanna start walking home now?” You stammer, looking anywhere but him. You stood up from the swing you were sitting on, immediately taking steps away from the playground before Cove even gets a word in.

Long strides turn into heavy jogs behind you and you try to keep a straight face as you walk-run from the scene of unbearable shame. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks once he catches up, which did not take too long considering his skyscraper height.

You try not to gulp a huge lungfuls of air in succession. “Yep, I am!” You hold the air you inhaled, not able to breathe it out right away. You walk side by side with you stuck in that reverie, and you could feel his gaze every now and then, concern etching onto his features.

You were trying to steady your breathing when your lungs and diaphragm finally gave out, making you hiccup. The seagreen-haired boy beside you flinched. “Seriously, [Name]. What’s going on–” He reached out to grab your arm, wavy eyebrows furrowed. 

You feel your eyes burning in mortification. Good God…

As much as you could, you try to swallow air and relax your diaphragm. “I’m alright, really–” Another hiccup. “Darn it!”

You glare at the ground, arms rigid at your sides. This is literally the worst moment to do this.

“I…”

Your best friend waits for you patiently, trying to calm you down by rubbing your arms gently. After a few beats of you not continuing, he sighs softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Tears finally well up and fall to your feet. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whisper in the smallest voice he’s ever heard you in.

You almost sob when he slowly retracts his hands from you, falling at his sides. You scowl at the ground some more, self-hatred boiling the longer he does not respond. That’s it. Ten years, ruined. Just like that. Stupid, stupid [Name]!

Your hiccup breaks him out of his own pondering. “[Name]...”

“I’m so sorry…” you whimper, shoulders starting to shake in hurt and humiliation. You bring your hands to your face, attempting to wipe away the tears that keep on flowing.

Cove frowns and steps closer to you. He wordlessly holds you in his arms, letting you stain his shirt with your tears. Despite the shame, you let yourself grasp onto him, pouring your heart out in sobs and hiccups as Cove rubs his hand on your back. 

He breathes out a sigh then whispers softly, “Why are you upset that you confessed to me?”

“Because!” you start, whining. “I ruined our friendship! And despite me doing that I’m still shameless enough to let you comfort me!”

Cove’s chuckle shakes you both. “You silly goose.” His arms tighten around you and you feel a soft pressure on your temple. “Would it ruin our friendship if I feel the same way?” He laughs again. “Ah, I guess it checks out. Because the obvious progression from friendship is–”

“Hang on,” you pull away a bit, arms still around his waist. “You…” Another hiccup. “You feel the same way?”

The face you always love to look at blooms red, his lips wobbly. “Well… Yeah…” He scratches his neck bashfully. “I’ve always meant to tell you but you beat me into it. And what’s more, you were so upset that you made the confession. What would a guy think?”

A laugh startles out of you. “Oh my God. All these tears, and for what?” You laugh at the silly situation you found yourselves in. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You lean your forehead onto his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came the reply, hints of a smirk obvious in his voice

“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely,” you teased, looking up at him.

He laughs at your banter, then uses his thumbs to gently wipe away your tears. “Will you let us graduate from being childhood best friends and finally be boyfriend-girlfriend, ending my once-thought-to-be one-sided pining of 10 years?”

You slap his chest lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You share a laugh, letting go of each other’s hug, but your hands automatically reaching for each other as you walk up the hill.

~*~

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“Guess what?” Liz bursts into your room after 2 knocks on your door.

“Hmm?” You look up from your phone.

“Mom, Ma, and I saw something very rom-comy just a few minutes before you got home. Unlucky you didn’t see it! Best rom-com of the year, not gonna lie!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, there was this teenage couple, probably childhood friends, who were crying and holding each other on the street. It was almost sweet if it wasn’t so cringe, granted that I know the two of them–” she teased.

“Oh my God, Liz?!”

Your older sister just cackles and slams your door close as you try to throw a pillow at her.

fic by @coveted-covey (2023).

#divider by @cafekitsune #cove holden x reader #cove holden fluff #cove holden x reader fluff #cove holden x you #this is my first fic on this site oml #i'm gonna cry. i got possessed by something after replaying Step 4 #or well... the save file started from when MC texted him to come over lolol. and then i just finished the game from there... #cove holden the man that you are #why aren't you real #god help me idk how to format web Tumblr #not beta read 🧎‍♀️

[soeini-aesthetic]

'if i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain. if you cut me with a knife it's still the same.'

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#the corpse bride #emily #blue #aesthetic #moodboard #movie #movie moodboard #blue icons #soeini #divider by @cafekitsune

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄

𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♡

moodswings

zoro, sanji, luffy, f!reader

too sweet

nami, zoro, gn!reader

𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ♡

are you still sad?

luffy had always been more observant than you gave him credit for. f!reader

i remember thinking i had you

you'd always had a feeling luffy's dreams would outgrow you, but when that day finally arrives, you're not as prepared as you'd thought you'd be. now he's willing to take a chance to make his dream come true, fully believing you're right behind him. you have a decision to make: risk everything for the boy who means everything, or set him free of your doubts. gn!reader, multi part fic, opla!luffy

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 ♡

flavors of home

in which even though you've been rescued, you're homesick. a certain pirate chef is more than willing to help cure the ailment. f!reader

we are never getting back together (?)

in which you, now a successful singer, and sanji, now a pirate, reunite unexpectedly when you return to baratie for a one night only performance. f!reader

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 ♡

my sister, my responsibility

even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister.

another birthday down the drain

you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 ♡

drabbles: ➼ "do not kiss me again"

get some sleep

you just can't get to sleep thanks to a terrible rainstorm terrorizing the ship. luckily, your tossing and turning inspired nami with an idea: just go sleep with the swordsman. f!reader

got me spinning like a ballerina

in which zoro doesn't dance, but he has no issue in watching you twirl yourself off your feet. so long as you twirl back to him when your feet get tired. f!reader

sail again

once upon a time, you'd weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why. f!reader, opla

wild things never last

all his life, zoro had been dragging you away from danger. but sometimes, you just slip through his fingers. zoro x sister!reader

is she divine, is it the wine?

the grace of the sword and the stage come together as the strawhats' swordsman and dancer fall in love. zoro x fem!dancer!reader

quality time

you and zoro train together every morning, so it was only a matter of time till one of you got hurt (spoiler: it's not zoro) gn!artist!reader

𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩 ♡

drabbles: ➼ "i once told you i'd kissed a thousand women..."

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