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luveline · 2 years

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𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary eddie gets very, very good at fucking you the way you like it [5.1k]

warnings smut, 18+ please no minors, fem!reader, p in v sex, oral both receiving, praise kink, best friend!eddie, best friends with benefits, eddie pining for r, mutual pining, giggly sex, a part 2 to this but u dont have to read it lol

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"Bye, kids!" Eddie's uncle calls, swiftly followed by the sound of the door shutting. The night shift begins.

You shout, "Bye, Mr. Munson!"

Eddie can see from the way your back is a little straighter that you're waiting to see if he's making a move tonight. The brilliant thing about being your friend is that Eddie's content to spend time with you doing anything, not just fucking – a newer extension of your friendship, a good one – but still. Two young adults, a lot of hormones, and a natural chemistry? It's kind of hard to resist it anytime you're alone.

You sit further down the bed, the sheets pulled over your legs. The summer heat has finally broken into a cooling fall. Almost two months of lazy, hot sex later and Eddie's working out everything that you like. One example, you like to be dragged around. Never cruel, but dragged the same, Eddie hooks his hands under your arms without saying anything and pulls you into the space between his legs, your back to his chest.

"C'mere," he says, like he hasn't manhandled you exactly where he wants you to be.

You drop your head back onto his shoulder and it's like an electric shock, your easy smile, your wide eyes. "All of ten seconds. You don't have much patience."

"I'll show you patience," he says, quick to dive into the juncture of your neck.

He doesn't bother with chaste kisses, lips parted and teeth scratching against delicate skin as he mouths into the spot he knows you like most. You hiss, "Fuck, Eddie," almost scolding to his everlasting amusement, grabbing for his hands where they've stayed wrapped around your abdomen.

"You want to?" he asks between scraping kisses.

Your hand tightens around his as he starts to suck, intending on marking you up, something pretty to look at while he fucks you later, he reasons. Anything to not be staring at your mouth.

You make a breathless gasping sound that has his jeans tightening fast, neck arching to the side to give him better access. He's taking this as a soft yes, though he'll ask again when he's not winding you up. He bites down and you squeal, the beginnings of a bruise under his teeth.

His lips are wet when he pulls away, a pop and release of your abused skin. You shudder, a big exhale of breath as you press further into his back, head to your shoulder to stop him from giving you another.

He brushes his hands up your abdomen and stops at your ribs, worrying he might've gone too far too fast. He's about to ask when you start giggling, sick little sounds that have him craving your mouth, wondering what they taste like.

"What's funny?" he asks.

"Your hair's tickling me."

You turn in his arms and stretch, leaning out of the circle of his hold for the bedside table. He makes sure you don't tumble out of his bed as you search past things that might've embarrassed him before, condoms, a new tube of lube; the old one long gone. Your fingers snag on a hair tie and you take it, quick to stretch it around your fingers and stand up on your knees.

He holds your hips amicably as you smooth the hair from his face, hands characteristically tender, gentle as you pull his hair into a ponytail behind his head. Almost a tradition at this point for his hair to be out of his face, this is the first time you've done it for him. He's transfixed by your face, your eyes and their lashes, your mouth and the pink of your tongue as your lips part mindlessly, your nose. He can't help but think of your nose, how it would slide against his if he leaned in.

You tuck small strands behind his ears and grin. "There," you begin, something playful in your voice, something so sweet and smooth it makes his cock twitch and his chest ache. "Now I can…"

Your words fade away as you move for his neck, slower and softer than he'd been to yours, the pillow of your lips sliding down the column of his throat. You drop pecks like stars into his skin and every one of them burns, stopping only at his Adam's apple to kiss it twice, both he tricks himself into thinking are unbearably fond – the slowness of them, the double kiss, like one couldn't be enough.

His arms cross over your back, holding you close as he can as your teeth skip over his collar bone. You kiss the well, lips joining over his skin, damp and squishy and soft. He blinks rapidly and turns his gaze to the ceiling light in efforts to stave off any evil thoughts besides fucking you dumb. You must take it for an invitation, moving back to his neck. Your lips work and your tongue licks a stripe, closing around the very underside of his jaw, too close to his ear. He moans at your loving, the barest hint of your teeth against a hot spot he didn't know he had until you found it.

Your hands flex over his shoulders, moving like the flow of the tide. They climb over the hills of his trap muscles and fold around the back of his neck, and he decides he's gonna make you cry tonight if it's the last thing he does.

"Nice sounds, pretty boy," you murmur, "does it feel good?"

Yeah, he's definitely gonna make you cry. Half melted by your attention and half insane he laughs, a dark chuckle that has your hands stilling where they tease. He pushes you away nicely considering his mood and you fall on your back, legs moving from their folded position to hiked up. You stretch one slightly downward and the other comes in coquettishly, your kneecap rubbing against your thigh, moving them first left and then right.

"It's like I'm in a fucking porno," he says to himself, swallowing, worse when you smirk at him.

Your legs drift open, a split second where he can make out the bump of your cunt in your tight pants. He needs to be touching you, like, yesterday.

You hold your hands out as he climbs on top of you, taking his waist into your grip as he grabs your upper arm in one hand and your neck in the other, dipping down to kiss you and then remembering he can't. You don't seem to mind his position, taking it as an opportunity to talk with him face to face.

"Eddie," you say, his name like dripping silver off of your tongue, "my neck's burning. What are you, a vampire?"

"I might be," he says, looking away from your amused eyes to the mark he's made at the side of your throat.

"I have parents, you know? Who aren't blind?"

"Quit complaining," he says, lifting his weight off of you so he can slot a hand between your bodies, rubbing it into the dough of your thigh.

He looks to your face for permission and you nod, dazed, and so Eddie doesn't kiss you but he gets the next best thing as he cups your cunt with his palm. He spreads his fingers wide and searches for your clit, the fabric much too thick for any real teasing. Still, he must graze it, your breath jumping.

"There you are," he murmurs.

You're holding your breath as he unbuttons your jeans and pulls down the zippers, hand snaking underneath denim to find not a lot of fabric covering your centre.

His eyes flinch up. "Fuck, are you wearing a thong?"

"No!" you rush to say, and then stammer, "I mean- kind of? Uh. Not completely a thong."

He climbs off of you, breathing hard and hiding it as he says, "Alright, take the jeans off. Now. Right now."

You roll your eyes and lift your hips, kicking out of your jeans with a huff. "Slow your roll," you admonish as he whips them off of your ankles.

And fuck, don't you look pretty? Your simple white tennis socks and your baby blue vest top, the silhouette of your pretty chest and how it moves, the stretch of your naked legs and your thighs, thighs he's spent hours now messing with, kissing and marking up. None of it drives him as crazy as your cunt, your pretty pussy, hardly covered by these new cut black panties. They're not quite a thong but not far from it and Eddie can't decide whether he wants to rip them off or ask you to wear them forever. He tries to take a mental photo of you like this, something for the spank bank, immortalising your shy smile as you hike up on your elbows.

"They're not too slutty, right?" you ask.

"They're slutty," he disagrees happily, grinning as he pulls your calves and then your thighs over his lap. "They're cute."

"Cute," you repeat.

"I can touch you, right?" he asks.

You spread your legs wider over his lap and his cock aches as you say, "Please, Eddie."

He brushes his thumb into your clit, pulling your doughy skin in big circles. You exhale at the sudden pleasure, your legs tightening at his waist, one knee turning in. He keeps a hand on your legs and spreads you wider, pleased when you bring your hand to your chest and start toying with your pebbled nipples.

"Oh, you're hot as fuck," he says, laughing. You beam at his praise and he aims to keep it, furthering, "You're so pretty. Look at you."

"Are you talking to me or my…"

"Your pussy?" he asks. "Say the word, Y/N, it won't bite you."

"My pussy," you say, the word foreign and fucking world-ruining on your lips.

He asked for it, he knows, and he'll deal with the consequences, even if the consequences are creaming in his pants.

"I'm talking to you," he says, hands slipping under your thighs. He bends as he talks, "You're so fucking pretty," he says, lifting your hips to his mouth, his lips brushing up against that small slip of fabric that doesn't even cover you up properly, head racing with expletives. "But your pussy is just as cute."

He kisses you through fabric. He kisses you like a man possessed, a man starved, an open mouthed search for the bead of your clit. He kisses around it, pulling fabric and skin into his mouth.

You hold yourself up with your hands, panting as he gets messy. He moves away from your slit and laps at your skin, kissing and licking the space between your thigh and your cunt, your creases, downwards. He nudges the not-quite-thong aside with his nose and pulls back to take you in.

There, that clear slick, a tiny rivulet at your entrance. "Your hole's already crying to see me," he says, knowing it will embarrass you.

You squeal and stop holding your weight. You fall for a second and he chuckles as he lifts you straight back up, arms more than prepared for the weight of your hips. "Take more than that for me to drop you," he chastens.

You huff a breath out the side of your mouth. "You're teasing."

"I am," he agrees cheerily. "Thought that was what you liked, babe."

You wiggle in his hold. "Please," you murmur, your anticipation showing itself.

He swears he can see the throb of your clit, how it looks almost swollen already as he takes it into his mouth.

He rolls his tongue around your clit, laps down, looking for that well of wetness and finding it. He licks around your entrance, your little hole tight and contracting at his intrusion before he eats back upward, face pushed ardent and unashamed into your pussy.

He plays with your labia, taking the folds between his teeth and tugging. More squealing, your reach for his face and can't quite get there, a sound of protest escaping you as he does it again. He licks over them in apology and moves back to your clit, sick of teasing, wanting to bring you to your climax suddenly and intensely. He wants to see your face, the way your eyes slam shut and crinkle, the uptilt to your eyebrows like you might cry. He suckles your clit, kissing and kissing and kissing until your thighs are shaking in his hands.

"Ah, there, right there, Eds," you pant, your eyes half-lidded, lashes twitching.

He lowers your hips slightly and your clit drops from his mouth with a lewd pop. "Where, sweetheart?"

"You just-" you pout at him, hips rolling, "Eddie, please, please, I wanna cum."

Again, he can't tease. He wants you to cum, needs you to, feels like an addict as he squeezes your thighs in his hand, fat moulding under his fingers as he moves back in to toy circles around your clit. He wants desperately to open you up and save this wetness from dripping down his shirt, wasted, so he pushes your hips back and follows, your ass pushing into the bed. He spreads you wide open and taps under your knee until you get the message to hold it, pussy glistening and open as he rubs your entrance teasingly, fingers working inside slowly, an exploration.

"Fucking soaking," he mumbles into your clit. You whine at the vibrations. He smirks. "Pretty pussy sopping wet, ruining the sheets, look at what you've done to my face," he says, though he doesn't pull away to let you look. "I'll clean you up, babe, don't worry."

Your hand bumps into his forehead and he's expecting a mean hair pull as you approach your high. Your breathing is hard and wound up, coloured by your voice like breathless moans, your tummy and chest heaving as he scissors his fingers against your gummy walls. But you don't pull his hair as you cum, far from it, you seize up and make a pathetic whimpering sound that tugs his heart, your fingers slipping into his hair. You hold him carefully to your cunt and he sucks until you’re half-sobbing, eyes closed and brows pinched and everything he wanted to see, one of your feet kicking out when he doesn't stop.

You don't ask him to, petting his face almost pleadingly, your thumb brushing against his eyebrow as he licks all over your sensitive clit and your hole and down to your seeping slick.

You make a sudden sharp sound and he knows to stop before you've even said his name.

"You're good. I got you, I'm done," he says comfortingly, nipping at your thigh. "You came pretty hard then, huh?"

You cover your overstimmed cunt with a lovely hand and smile at him weakly. "You didn't stop."

"I didn't think you wanted me to."

"I didn't," you say, dropping your head into the bed with a tired sounding sigh. "Oh, god, I’m melting. Can we open the window?"

He springs up and pushes open the window. You beckon him back towards you as you sit up, legs to one side of you as you reach out.

He enters your reach. He's expecting – anticipating, begging for – you to touch his cock, palm the throbbing length with your hands that he likes so much, but you don't. Your hands slide over his hips and you hug him where he's standing, fingers lacing at the small of his back, the side of your face pressed into his tummy, which feels heavy with lust.

Your face this close to his cock drives him crazy. Your hug hurts his heart. You rub your nose into his shirt. "You're the best at head, I swear. Y'always get me badly," you say. You look up at him. "Well, second best."

He can't help it. He kisses your square on the forehead. "Second," he agrees, hand on the side of your face. "Wanna show me who's best?"

You stare into his eyes for a second, looking shell shocked. He chalks it up to post-orgasm fog and forgets all about it when you grin.

"I'm gonna rock your world," you promise, hand needling for his dick.

Eddie's eager, whatever, pulling down his trousers just enough for the head of his hard cock to slip out. You take it into your hands. He doesn't watch as you work your hand down to his base, too busy tugging off his shirt, and so isn't expecting it when you pull his boxers down under his cock and take his balls into your mouth, just once.

He groans. "Fuck, babe. Do that again?"

"Shush, you're disrupting the process," you say, spitting into your hand. Despite your words you take his balls into your mouth again, sucking and kissing carefully as you tug at his cock with your spit wet hand.

His head tips back, overcome with the wave of white hot pleasure. You kiss up his shaft, lips parting wet and warm over the underside, his cock shining with your spit. You guide the tip gently to your lips and kiss it gently.

"You have a pretty dick," you tell him, almost conversational. He laughs and rests his hand atop your head, pulling it back to see your cute face as you say it.

"Yeah?" he asks indulgently.

"So pretty," you say, opening your mouth. You slide the tip against your tongue and pull back. "Too big, though."

He bursts into laughter, eyes squinting with humour. "You're such a charmer. Shut the fuck up."

"Shut me up," you tell him, opening your mouth wide. He stares at you. "Go on," you encourage.

You open your mouth, jaw lowered. He guides his cock over your tongue and watches as you take it, your lips wrapped around him, careful not to slide against your teeth. You’ve got one hand braced against his thigh, the other bunched in the fabric of his half pulled down jeans.

You take him carefully, good at head but not as confident as you claim. Eddie thinks even if you weren't a diamond he'd still cum, too enamoured with your eyes looking up at him and your chin covered in spit as you pull away. You’re panting, bobbing on and off of his shaft happily, hand pumping over the base you can’t quite reach.

Eddie guides you slowly, hands in your hair and pulling. He tries to take you back and you endeavour forward, his cock brushing the back of your mouth, that line of resistance before your throat.

You gag and the feeling of it makes his vision white out for a millisecond before you’re pulling away, giggling and gasping for air. "Whoops, sorry."

"Sorry?" He makes a derisive sound. "Please, I'm fucking begging you to do that again."

You establish a quicker rhythm, lapping at his cock and moving down, gagging and recovering, gagging again. You take as much of him as you can and then fall back, a line of your spit branching from wet lips to his reddened tip.

He wipes it away with his thumb, cock throbbing in your hand as you stroke his length and catch your breath.

Your eyelashes wet with tears, you gaze up at him imploring. "You wanna cum in my mouth?"

"Obviously," he says. Stupid question. "But I wanna be inside you more. You ready?" he asks.

"Someone made sure of that.” You kiss the tip of his cock and scramble into a sitting position. "Can we do it like last time, please?"

Again with 'please'. He'd give you anything you asked for.

Eddie slips on a condom with practiced technique and gets into the position you want, sitting with the pillows behind his back against the headboard, thighs spread wide and waiting for you. You take off your ruined underwear and kneel over his thighs. He hooks your ankles, helping you get as comfortable as you can be with the head of his cock brushing against the mess of your cunt.

"Ready to ride?" he asks, beaming.

Your hands move up his chest and grab hold of his shoulders as you lift your hips, waiting for him. He takes his cock into your hands and presses it to your hole, heart loud in his ears as you sink down onto it. The look on your face as you go, that shiver you get as he splits you open, Eddie could fill you up now if you asked him to.

You're more than warm as you slip onto his cock, heat quickly enveloping him. You can never take him to the hilt at first, slowly rocking against him. He holds you tight to his chest and hisses, wanting to keep you as at ease as possible during the stretch.

"Fuck, Eddie," you whisper, sounding emotional. "You're so big, oh my god."

"'Cos you're so fucking tight, babe. You sure you're ready?" he says into your neck.

"I am," you promise, sliding down further. You make your pretty noise and he knows he's close to filling you up entirely, kissing your neck gratefully as you moan.

"Eddie?" you ask.

"What?"

"Can you…" you shudder as you slide back down, his cock throbbing red hot as it drags against your walls, "Can you…"

"What? Anything you want babe, just tell me."

You duck your face into his neck and your hands search for his, pulling them down from your hips and onto your ass. He grins like a fool and grabs at you, spreading your cunt wide around his cock.

"Help me?" you ask.

Eddie hums. "You got it. Wrap your arms around me, yeah? That's a good girl." He's mostly joking.

As soon as he says it he's worried you won't like it. You do, blatantly, sucking in a ragged breath as he bottoms out. "You like that?" he asks hotly, smug. "You wanna be my good girl? Y/N, I never would've guessed."

"Liar," you say into his neck, whimpering as he pulls your cunt off of his cock, hips bumping as he thrusts back up into you.

"You're predictable," he concedes. "Now be a good girl for me and make some of those sick sounds you make, yeah?"

He's ridiculously smug and it shows in his tone, a deep, mocking drawl.

His hands squeeze your flesh as he thrusts into you, drunk on the feeling of your opening as it stretches around him and the curl of his climax building in his abdomen. You huff and pant and whimper as he fucks you, calves working to bounce over him. Already a wetness is pooling at the base of his cock and the slapping sounds of your riding echoes through the room.

"Hear how wet you sound?" he asks.

"Uh-huh," you say mindlessly. He feels sorry for how out of breath you are, bringing one hand up to the small of your back, hugging you close.

"Making a mess after I cleaned you up, huh? So ungrateful," he jokes.

"It's your fault," you murmur into his neck, arms flexing around him, squeezing him close.

He rubs your back. "Yeah, it is."

You laugh again and your walls tighten around him. He grabs you to fuck into that extra tightness, pushing you down onto his cock whilst he ruts up into you, his own breathing laboured.

True to what he asked, you're making sounds, heart-aching whimpers and mewling. He gets rougher in response, fucking up into your heat with an impressive speed. He knows he can get you all teary eyed if you're wet and relaxed enough to hit the sweet spot, and that first orgasm seems to have done the trick; your breathing is shuttering, your eyelashes tickling his neck, and you start to get beggy as he pistons against the deepest part of you.

"Eddie, Eddie please," you say, every thrust sending shocks down his cock and into his hips.

"What do you want?" he asks, holding off the 'honey' that so desperately wants to come out with it.

"Feels so good," you murmur, lips wet on his neck. You kiss his sweaty skin slovenly.

He pulls you back by the neck to look at your face, leaving you deep seated on his cock, squirming for friction. Your eyes were glassy, lashes heavy with tears.

"You're okay?" he checks.

You nod vehemently and lift up on your knees, dropping back down with a smile. He groans, hands on your hips as you take control and roll your hips around him in wide circles.

You're pretty like this, fucked out with your brows furrowed in concentration, pleasure loosening your hands and your lips as you swear to yourself, every stretch of your cunt around his cock summoning a wave of shuddering.

Wound up, he wants your second orgasm. He reaches between your bodies to push his fingertips to your slick clit, fighting to find purchase. He rubs tight tiny circles into the sensitive bud and you follow his rhythm.

"Yeah, you got it, keep grinding down on me," he encourages, leaning back to watch your face clouding up with pleasure. "You got it, babe."

You eat up his praise and his touch, thighs clenching around him in a tell tale sign. He snaps his hips up quicker until you gasp and hold your breath, chin falling into your chest as your walls tighten on his cock and you cum again.

The second is always harder on you. He stops thrusting and lets you catch your breath. You grind down into him slowly, scrunched eyes fluttering open as Eddie takes your face into his hand, his cock feeling every brush and contraction as you come down, the urge to kiss your pouting mouth reaching an all time high. You save him by dropping your hands from his neck and reaching for the hem of your thin shirt, pulling it off and exposing your chest.

"My girls!" he cooes happily.

You roll your eyes, breath finally coming in strong. "I feel like I'm burning up," you say, hand careful against his ribs.

Eddie loves these little pauses, slow and lazy and outside of time as he grinds his hips up, cock probing. "You're hot," he says agreeably.

"You're hotter."

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, pulling your lips up into a lopsided smile until you smack his hand away.

"Lemme get you on your back," he says.

You fall back and he's fast behind you, groaning doubly loud when his cock slips back into your sopping heat. He's determined to draw it all out of you, hand braced over your neck as he pushes back in. "Tell me if I get too rough."

You nod and Eddie takes you in as he fucks you silly, your damp face and the marks smattering your neck, your clammy chest and the way your boobs move as he thrusts into you.

"Don't stop, okay?" you tell him, bringing your hands to his face.

And he doesn't, fucking into you enthused by your touch and your face pinched in pleasure, your weak moaning and your keening cries when he pushes your hips into the mattress. It doesn't take much more than that before he's cumming, cock searching up into you until he's groaning loud and hot, dropping his face into your neck.

There's a familiar post sex quiet then, your hand rubbing over his naked back, bumping down the ridge of his shoulder blades and into the dip of his back. You trail your fingertips gently over the wall of silver stretch marks near his coccyx.

He inhales your smells. Sex and sweat and shampoo, the last remnants of the mornings perfume.

His cock softens inside you. He pulls out though he doesn't want to move, quickly missing your embrace as he ties off the condom and wipes himself down with his discarded shirt. You wrinkle your nose but let him do the same to you, and he's extremely cautious as he wipes over your entrance, hole still gaping just slightly, your cum and slick slipping out. He dips his fingers inside you and gives your clit a little rub, giggling boyishly when you throw your arm over your eyes and angle your hips away from him.

"In a minute, Eds."

"I'm just teasing, baby. You take as long as you want. Or we could go watch that Stones tape Nick gave me."

"Oh, he finally gave it to you?" you ask, raising your arm just enough to look at him.

"Yeah."

You grin in excitement and get up off of his bed, leaving behind a small wet puddle of mess and a smell he, perhaps grossly, doesn't want to wash out.

He watches your legs shake as you kneel down, searching for something to wear now that's he's ruined your underwear. He stands up fast and pulls up his jeans, zipping them with one hand as the other pats your shoulder. "Sit down, I'll find you something to wear."

"I can do it."

"I can see your legs shaking, babe. Fucked you good, huh?"

"You're so smug, it's disgusting."

"You like disgusting," he says. You don't say anything, but he suspects he'd find your skin warm with a hot flush if he went looking.

You sit at the end of his bed and he throws clean clothes at you, picking through for a shirt he can put on over his clammy chest.

"Eddie," you say.

He's still searching. "Yeah?"

You don't answer for a moment and he hardly notices, wondering if maybe he might not have any shirts clean after all when your arms snake around his chest. You lean your face into his back, your hands tentative where they press into his tummy

He tries to look at you over his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you rush to say. "Nothing."

He covers your hands with his, thinking. You nestle your face into his skin. He squeezes your fingers.

He doesn't let you hug him like that for too long, pulling your hands away. You look crestfallen for the few seconds it takes him to say, "Hey, come on. We'll make microwave burritos or something and watch that tape." Then, though he'd thought it was obvious, "We can cuddle."

"Sorry," you say quickly.

"No, don't be. I just fucked your brains out, least I can do is rub your back for a bit."

You press your lips together in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He turns away to find a shirt, the image of your guilty-happy face burned into his mind.

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mistydeyes · 7 months

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Sorry to bother and I completely understand if you dont have time or if you're busy but I saw this tiktok and was like worth a shot to ask, if you could write something kinda angst with it.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT82P5PHR/

OKAY when i saw this tiktok it literally made my jaw drop like this idea is so good and also so angsty. this my first time ever writing something like this ahh but thank you so so much for requesting!!

behind closed doors

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summary: When all signs lead to you as the mole, the 141 demands answers and they will get it whatever way necessary.

read part ii here! and part iii!

pairing: Taskforce 141 x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)

okay real talk here please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects

warnings: torture/violence, mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, swearing, abusive language, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING

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"No, no, no," Ghost whispered in a sickly soft tone, "Keep your eyes open, Eclipse." He held a gloved hand to your face and sharply pulled your leaning head upright. "Please," you hoarsely coughed out, "I don't know anything." Your eyes stung with salty tears as he coldly looked back into your eyes. "We all know that's bullshit," he spat before turning from you and looking at a variety of tools at his disposal. You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes in preparation. Each member had their own method of "questioning" from Gaz's psychological mind games and sensory deprivation to the degradation and waterboarding methods from Price, you were thrown into hysterics after each session. You had long forgotten the comfort of a warm meal by now as you were fed the bare minimum and received the smallest of water droplets. While your limbs were sore from the restraints and the small burns from the cigarettes and cigars from your former team, you always feared when Ghost was in the room. The cruelty you had endured these last few days specifically from your lieutenant made you feel like you had gone to hell.

You heard a variety of tools clatter around as you tried to think of a paradise far from the one you were in. A week ago, your team was compromised on a mission with an assassination initiative. After the dust settled, the internal hard drives, records of communications, and hidden listening devices lead to you as the mole. Despite your protests, you were dragged into an all too familiar area. "Open your eyes, Eclipse," Ghost demanded but you shook your head violently. Your insolence was met with a hard punch to the nose and as blood dripped slowly onto your bruised face, you saw in your clouded vision the violent sparks of a taser. You couldn't help but sob upon seeing him tease you with the device, activating it close to your face and mocking you with it. "Just tell us where Makarov is and we'll let you go," he comforted. You shook violently in protest before you were sent teeth gritting and toes gripping into a violent shock sent to your abdomen. "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." you protested but the assault continued with your screams becoming enveloped into the soundproof walls. Despite being a trained soldier, there was nothing that could prepare you for this. Every time you fell out of consciousness, you would wake to his cold eyes staring back at you. "I'm getting Soap," he said with the same nauseating tone, "I think it's time you get some rest."

You shuttered and tried to hold in the tears that burned into the various cuts on your face and chest. When Soap entered the room with a bitter demeanor, you tried to scream in a fruitless attempt at ceasing this ordeal. "No one can hear you," he joked before he violently pushed your chair backward and you fell in a painful thud on the floor. "What are you going to do with me?" you whispered in fear before you felt him turn the chair back over with your face hitting the cold concrete. Before he could do anything more, there was a knock at the door. Ghost and Soap looked at one another before Ghost opened the door to reveal Price and Gaz with horrified expressions. "Yes, Captain?" Ghost asked impatiently before Price gestured for Soap to come closer to the group. While your ears rang in pain from the sudden movements, you knew you heard what your captain said. "It's not them," he uttered and you could see everyone's stained boots turn to your beaten, bruised, and broken form. Price and Gaz rushed to undo your binds, screaming apologies and promises for treatment. You couldn't help but have a tired smile on your bleeding lip as you looked at Ghost. Despite your gaze on his, he couldn't bring himself to look back at you. He only knew that the hands covered in blood, your blood, were irreversible.

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astrayzmoa · 19 days

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𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —> "𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄?" —> 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘

Genre —> Fluff

—> will txt peel your orange for you? Will they complain? Will they not do it? Will they do it willingly?

၄၃

YEONJUN

• what the flip guys

• you sometimes don't even have to ask, if he's getting himself fruit to eat he's getting you some too in a cute little bowl so y'all can eat your fruits together

• like...if you ask him to peel you an orange then okay sure no problem baby!!

• bro doesn't even think twice

• if his baby want their orange peeled bc they don't want it to get in their nails then sure!!! He loves you too much tbh

• just wouldn't question it too much so dont worry! You're all in good hands

• def a guy tho to do acts of service a lot for you, even if you ask or not

• baby js cares and wants to make sure you're okay! He def has the urge to take care of you a lot.

SOOBIN

• papa bunny does it usually when you're sick, unless you ask ofc

• like, if you're sick he'll get you some fruit he knows you love and give you it without asking for it

• any other time tho you'll have to ask him and tell him because you don't feel like getting your hands messy/sticky (or any other excuse lol)

• "yeah, okay..sure." shows a tiny little dimple smile and does it!!!>0<

• WITH A FOREHEAD SMOOCH AFTER OFC GRRR OTL

• easy, right?

• hes just glad to help you honestly

• "you feelin' better, baby? A little? Ok, get some more rest, sweet girl." With his little 🥺 staring at you and and and😭

• okay but realistically he sometimes just stares at you :D and then shakes his head and says, "ahh, no." Lololol he's joking pls joke back.

BEOMGYU

• oooo he's a menace

• tease you a little before giving in lol

• "wha? Why?..oh, hmm..no." then he'll get up and push you down if you try and get up to do it yourself 💀

• cutiee, he just likes to mess with you

• but he'll cut you some fruit! Tho he might make a mess so🧍🏻‍♀️

• no matter how it turns out pls eat it n be happy he worked hard😓

• if he's getting himself food or a snack or a drink or wtvr he'll get you one too without saying anything or you asking

• gyuie's just cute like that guys

• "here!!!! I bought you a drink! :)" pls take it and thank him and drink it happily 😭🙏🏻

TAEHYUN

• nooo cause his love language is def acts of service

• so he def does things for you a lot, me thinks

• you're cold? Cool here's his hoodie

• oh, you're hungry? Don't worry you'll be filled up real soon, he's cooking you something!!>.<

• he will gladly peel you an orange if you want one, an apple, he will peel it if it's peelable guys

• "mhm, okay." 5 mins later, "here, eat up, pretty girl."

• OTL

• I need him so bad guys😭

• idk he's just really thoughtful and always puts you before himself

• especially when it comes to health and food n stuff

• "here, have the rest of my food I'm full." *You end up feeding him some while you finish it.*

HUENINGKAI

• HES SO SWEET GOD PLS I NEED HIM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

• whenever he eats something I know he gives you a few bites even if you have your own

• def rubs your tummy after you're done eating I'm sobbing

• 🧍🏻‍♀️

• but, anyway, hes just very thoughtful and wants to make sure you're okay

• "babyyyy! Would you like some? I figured we could try it since we've never had it before." You agree and he's so happy and he airplanes you the food IM BITING CEMENT

• this is so offtrack😭

• erm moral of the story he thinks of you a lot so yes, he in fact would peel you an orange and care for you happily!>0<

• at first tho he'll prob give you the most confused face ever bc you've never had a problem before..? But okay!!😊

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adoringhaikyuu · 11 months

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heyyy!

i dont know if you’re still taking requests buuut i couldn’t stop thinking of angry confessions with kageyama and/or tsukishima (you could add anyone else tho)

ANGRY CONFESSIONS

characters: kageyama + tsukishima + (gn!reader)

warnings: none but tsukki's a lil mean lol

notes: the backstory is that they got jealous seeing you with another guy cause i couldn't think of anything else + these can have happy endings i just didn't write them sfdghkj

part one / part two

★ kageyama storms over to you, and practically scolds you, asking you what you were doing talking to that guy. his voice keeps getting louder when you can't see the problem. you're confused and tell him you don't need his permission to talk to anybody and if you wanted to go out on a date you very well could. soon he's red in the face, frustrated saying you can't. you ask him why and he just repeats himself saying you just can't. when you ask him again, he breaks and says 'because i love you!...' his eyes widen and he's breathing hard, just staring at you. he drops his gaze and his voice gets smaller. 'how can you not see that?'

★ tsukishima started blatantly ignoring and avoiding you, and the few times he would grace you with conversation (bc you were talking with yamaguchi), it would be filled with snarkier than usual comments and eye rolls. it isn't until you confront him and ask him what's wrong that he actually looks you in the eye for longer than two seconds without rolling his eyes, but they're narrowed in slits as he sneers at you. 'because you're too blind and stupid to see that if anyone should date you it should be me.' his cheeks are starting to blush and he looks away suddenly. 'no one else would be able to tolerate you anyway.'

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kageyama #kageyama angst #kageyama mini hc #kageyama hc #tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima angst #tsukishima mini hc #tsukishima hc

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 4 months

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hi!! could you write grover x nymph reader? where reader went to yancy and stuff with him for percy. shes very fem and confident and doesnt rly care about combat or the rules, her and grover butt heads alot bc she wanted to let percy run around and do whatever he wanted while grover tried to be a good influence. shes the only person grover is willing to argue w because she makes fun of him alot but shes rly just trying to encourage him to stand up for himself. maybe on tlt quest they have to work together to look after percy and annabeth and they realise they dont hate eachother as much as they thought? sorry if thats too specific im tryna abide by ur post 😭

if not thats okay!! i loved ur soulmate clarisse fic <3

Sure! Here ya go, and thank you for the request and listening to my post, lol. I’m glad you liked my clarisse fix, and enjoy!

Too Bad

Grover followed right after you, the two of you sent away to look for some food while Annabeth and Percy hung back.

“I just don’t get why you have to be so difficult!”

“I’m difficult?!” You exclaimed, spinning around to look at Grover in disbelief.

“Yes! Why? Why do you always have to argue?!” Grover asked in exasperation.

“I haven’t been arguing with you.” You shook your head, only getting a wide eyed look from Grover.

For as long as he had known you, you loved to argue. It could be anything and everything, and it wasn’t even with everyone.

You just always had it out for him, and he didn’t know why.

You were everything Grover wasn’t, and sometimes without meaning too, Grover couldn’t help but be envious.

You were confident, you stood up for anyone and everyone of your friends, even if they could be wrong. That just never seemed to apply to him.

He didn’t like it, and just wanted this to be over but you were making it so hard. You let Percy run a mock, doing whatever he wanted while he tried to be a good influence.

What did that get Grover?

Another argument.

“Uh- yes, yes you do!” Grover said in disbelief. “You make fun of me, go against anything I say, and you always want to pick a fight!”

“So?!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation as they hit your sides.

“There’s no reason to! Especially because you do it just for me!” Grover complained.

“Because you Don’t stand up for yourself!” You said, Grover stopped as he look at you in confusion.

“Yes- yes, I do.” Grover sputtered, shaking his head after a beat of silence. You sighed, shaking your head.

“You let people walk all over you, Grover. You give in, you’re too nice, and-“ You tried.

“How is that a bad thing?” Grover asked. “Because you can’t be someone’s doormat, Grover.” You stated, giving a pointed look.

Grover just stared at you for a moment Before trying again. “But you’re the one who’s been doing it...” he said, a bit suspiciously.

“No, not me.” You shook your head, laughing under your breath as Grover looked at you confused.

“With me, you argue back, you stand up for yourself. You wouldn’t have done that before, would you?” You asked, Grover silent for a moment as he thought about it.

“…you were doing it…to help me?” Grover asked, almost struggling to understand. You nodded your head, smiling smugly.

“And it worked, didn’t it?” You asked, watching as he mulled it over.

“Your teaching methods are…questionable,” Grover started, getting an offended “hey!” From you.

Grover ignored you, thinking before looking back at you. “But I get it, though.” He nodded.

“See?” You asked, chuckling a bit. Grover couldn’t help but smile a bit as well. He has never thought about it that way.

He had to look away after a second though, because now he had more time too look and see, that the old feeling he felt when looking at you wasn’t exactly envy.

Now, all Grover felt was awe, and a bit of longing as he saw your smile.

You weren’t so bad, especially with your pretty smile, especially when you’re smiling at him

#percy tv show #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy series #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #grover pjo #grover underwood x reader #grover underwood #grover

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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I just finished reading your one piece work about how many kids they have lol , and reader seemed AWFULLY happy about how many of them there is , can you do one where reader is a long time wife/partner of them and is not very thrilled, I just need angst in my life😭💀

Ohhh I love some angst!!

It's Done

Asshole Mihawk x FemReader

Angst + Saddness

Support me in Ko-Fi ....haha I'm Poor-

It was rare for you to summon him- As his wife he was used to you being one to not speak with him much. In the past you'd been a chatterbox much to his annoyance, but greatful you had quieted down over the coming years. However when the Transponder Snail on his desk informed him that you'd requested him he was surprised if not mildly intrigued.

Marching down the hallway to you as you saw you, dressed like you were preparing to go outside and eating a fine charcuterie board and sipping on one of his best bottles of wine- much to his ire.

You look up from your glass of wine. Seeing Mihawk step into the room with a bottle of his own drink of choice- Silence filling the room as he looked you over.

"You wished for me wife?" He questioned with his usual stoic manner.

"Another letter- This time a women from East Blue, it's a girl" You say blandly, Tossing the letter on the table as you set down your glass. He didn't seem amused by this, only giving a annoyed sigh and stepping forward prepared to grab the letter however you slammed a manilla envelope on top of the letter before he grabbed it. Yellow eyes looked at you annoyed-

"What is this?-"

He grumbled, you waving off his question for him to just open it. Grabbing the manilla envelope he proceeded to open it, His eyes widening at the stack of papers inside and seeing in bold letters what was written on top. Divorce Decree-

"(Y/N) What is the meaning of this" He hissed and tossed the envelope back down on the table, You pouring yourself another glass of wine.

"Divorce papers, I've already taken the liberty of filling my name on it already" He picked them up again to look for himself- seeing you had indeed signed all the papers already.

You stayed calmly, his face swirling with emotions as he held the papers with a tightened grasp. Clearly anger bubbling below the surface.

"This seems like a extreme reaction to a small issue" He stated calmly, You raising a brow at his statement as you sipped your drink and ate some more of the charcuterie board you'd laid out for yourself.

"Is it?" You question, eating some more till Mihawk reached over and slid the board away from you to stop eating as he stared hard at you- your hands quick to grab your wine glass too before he took that.

"This is a one time thing, it was a drunken-"

"87" You said calmly, drinking down your final glass of wine. He looked at you in question.

"Pardon?-"

"This is your 87th child with a stranger. 48 boys, 39 girls- 25 in the East Blue, 21 in the west, 30 in the North and 11 throughout the Grandline" You recited calmly, his face going to one of shock at hearing your words so blandly spoken or that you knew to the agree of unfaithful he was.

"So what was that about this being the final one?" You ask, standing from your chair to knock the crumbs off your outfit.

"It is natural in wanting to spend time with someone who can provide-" He stated as he watched you prepare to leave.

"Well then its natural that I want a divorce, it's not MY fault that you can't go a few days without fucking some stranger or that you seem to like to like to get every person you meet pregnant" You hissed, Mihawk glaring at you.

"And It is not my fault you are barren- So dont blame me that I spread my legacy elsewhere" He shot back, His words like that final knife to your heart as you stood in the doorway. Mihawk regretted those words the moment they left him, sighing as he rubbed his temple his lips feeling like fire for saying such a thing.

"That.. isnt what I ment I apo-"

"Dont- You're right it's not your fault... just how it's not my fault you're a cheater bastard. We are done Mihawk. My stuff has already been packed and sent away, I will he out of here by tonight" You stated calmly and leaving your library one last time-

"(Y/N)! This is utterly childish and ridiculous" He angrily yelled as he followed you down the hallway. You just grabbing the last suitcase you had set by your former bedroom door.

He grabbed your wrist suddently to stop you from stepping further but you spun around and smacked him hard. The wedding ring still on your hand slicing him across the cheek, as he quickly released your wrist to touch the bloody cut.

You slid off the ring, ignoring the tinge of his blood in it and slammed it into his free hand.

"You will never touch me again-" You all but hiss, disgust dripping from your lips like a venom that shot through his vains.

"(Y/N) it is ignorant to give up an entire relationship for a character flaw- I've been a good husband in other regards" You couldn't help but snort a laugh at this-

"You a good husband? Please tell me, when is my birthday? When was the last time we had sex? Last time you kissed me, Hell last time you even uttered the words I love you? Oh here's a good one when did we get married?" You ask him, He opened his mouth but he couldn't think of an answer to any of those- You smiled sarcastically.

"I thought so... By the way, Our wedding anniversary is today"

His heart sank.. was it really?... he relooked at the divorce papers to see the date of Marriage and he felt a burn of guilt in his chest at the sight- indeed it was today.. 20 years to the day.

He opened his lips to try and conjoure up words to wipe away his actions but he couldnt.. instead looking to your eyes and that's when it hit him- He was no better then a stranger to you seeing the indifference in your gaze at him- Not angry, not sad but just.. indifferent like he was just another person to you.

Sensing that he now understood the true gravity of this all you nod, Grabbing your coat from the rack and slipping it on and set down your copy of the keys to the manor on the side table.

"...You have a wonderful rest of your life Mr. Dracule" You say sternly before walking out of the manor, the Warlord only standing there in a state of shock as his world suddently got so much darker.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #riding the angst train #angst #Mihawk angst

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snvffsoda · 16 days

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some silly/random headcanons i have for Strade, Ren, and Lawrence!!

i know a lot of people like to think he kidnaps people from the same bar, using the kind of pick up lines, but that wouldn’t be an efficient way to keep the bodies coming, and he knows that, how long until someone catches him dragging an unconscious/unsuspecting person in his car? And makes a call to the police? Strade doesn't take chances, not with the cops, he may be insane, but he's still extremely smart at what he does, he would go out to clubs, late-night parties, concerts, crowded busy areas, anywhere he could slip in and find someone and leave toghther with less caring eyes on him.

has cut his finger while using his power tools and made Ren suck the blood from his finger before, not because he wanted comfort or anything he just wanted to see Ren's sheepish look while he did (Ren enjoyed it too for the blood, albeit nervously)

Strade is a confident, charismatic man, but i still think no matter how hard he tries to hide his sadistic psychotic tendencies, they bleed through him with the way he talks to people, you always get this underlying feeling of unease when he speaks which is why he prefers alcohol to be involved to get his victims, it'd be harder to notice Strade’s eyes staring just a little too long for comfort when you're 4 shots in

always keeps eye contact, almost to an uncomfortable amount, it feels like he doesn't even blink half the time his stare feels like his eyes are always threatening to pierce your skull open and see what's inside from his gaze alone.

Strade is strong, but he's no amazing fighter, if you're fast enough, and have the intent to win, or to kill him i dont think his brute force and heavy swings will do much plus i think he uses a lot of street fighting tactics ie; slamming, grabbing you and pinning you, using weapons instead of just his fist to his own detriment (and that’s what i think got him killed)

really good at texting, he's very descriptive when he texts almost like you're really speaking to him on the phone or in person, he doesn't use a lot of slang or emoticons, Doesn't abbreviate his words like ‘idk’ ‘wyd’ so on, and lots of Periods. Commas, exclamation points! might reply to something funny he sees with a ‘LOL’ in all caps or ‘😂’ but that's it.

really really wants to learn guitar efficiently, but his claws always cut and get caught on the strings when he tries to play so whenever he does try to play he plays with a pick, he doesn't play the best because of it, it was one of the first things he bought with Strade’s money after he died since Strade didn’t want him to get one because it was ‘too noisy’

avid gamer and discord user to an unhealthy amount, and will spam you with messages when you dont hop on the game he's spam inviting you to play with him

sleeps on Strade’s old shirts and pants and coats, anything to where he can get his scent again in his room will sometimes cry himself to sleep thinking about him when laying on them, muttering to himself how sorry he is for letting him die

he remembers and still can understand basic Japanese formalities and such, he's since tried to relearn his native language online, and he did horribly because he forgot almost everything

sassy, when he's stressed, or angry, he can and will be sarcastic and make sly remarks regarding the situation to you, roll his eyes, cross his arms, mutter to himself, just more on the pouty side when it comes to handling his stress

has a collection of old chew toys, he's torn and bitten through with his fangs when his more animalistic tendencies kick in when he's in heat or just needs to keep his mouth busy

has been sent to psychiatric mental hospitals many times before when he was an adolescent by his family he never made friends or spoke much when he was, he did well, and never caused trouble

he’s fallen asleep while in the bath and somehow hasn't drowned himself hundreds of times he can't help it, it reminds him of the river,,

smoking weed helps him sleep through the day, it keeps him in a deep sleep since he's a light sleeper, so he isn't startled awake by his neighbors stomping about during the day

enjoys horror movies like ‘Jacobs Ladder’ and ‘The Jacket’ movies where the protagonist feels as though they are already dead or trapped in their mind, he relates to that feeling when he watches those films

would definitely be the type to go nonverbal when he is high, resorting to nods and shaking his head to get his point across if he's with you and comfortable around you

hates sweet tea and store-bought tea in general, he hates the way they taste and the texture they leave on his tongue, he prefers making tea himself with his plants and the ingredients he grows

#this my first time ever writing headcanons like this for these characters #and writing headcanons in general #thank you all who voted!!#im sure it's not perfect but please lmk how you feel about them!!#your thoughts and opinions help me explore these characters even more so thank you for reading through through these <3 #snvffsoda #:3 #btd headcanons #btd #btd strade #btd ren #btd lawrence #tpof #btd2 #btd2 headcannons

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tiyoin · 16 days

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Hiii this is the first time I’ve sent in an ask so I’m a little nervous but your work especially twisted anxiety🌀 just makes me feral❤️ (also feel free to delete this if I make you uncomfortable)

But twst🌀reader being good at sing has got me in a choke hold, it feels very princess coded lol

I mean 🌀reader has grim, so they have an animal companion, they can sing🎶, they have a ‘prince’ the twst boys+yuu and they have a curse! anxiety‼️

This idea has just been giving me so much brain-rot I had to share it with you<3, and don’t forget to take care of yourself because I know how hard making & writing is so have a nice day/night

WELCOME ANON 🫶

and dont worry!! im not uncomfortable in any way, and I apperciate you looking out for my comfortably, truly.

and im so glad you like twisted anxiety!!🙈

but holy shit I never thought about reader being princess coded CAUSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT???

I DONT KNOW WHY THIS HASNT OCCURRED TO ME

THINKING ABOUT MANAGER 🌀 READER AT THE VDC FOR SOME REASON ATTRACTING ROYAL SWORD STUDENTS????

yeah 🌀 is very closed off, not looking at people in favor of the ground, hovering around other manager yuu and the rest of the nrc squad.

but that just makes the rsa students go 👁️👁️

reader is freaked out and starting to get paranoid that everyone is watching them and that there must be something wrong with them. is there something on their face? does this uniform make them look fat? is there sweat stains on their back?? arm pits?? oh god can they see their underwear?? and they're clinging to yuu like a life line

(yuu doesn't mind because they're just happy that reader is clinging to them so yuu can keep an eye on them hehe🤭)

of course vil sets reader off to cool down because he can't have their manager bring anxiety to the rest of the performers. so they go to get food!

until they bump into an rsa student...

"oh sorry, I didn't see you there!" all while they're staring at you like this:

LIKE SIR BACK AWAY!!

reader coming back to the vdc crew with a thousand yard stare as they're clutching a churro.

going back to singing reader,

maybe they're in their little hiding place the woods just letting their feelings out. maybe they go a little too far and wonder onto RSA property (hypothetically because I dont know how far away the schools are. but if it's far... they take a magical little short cut that chenya uses to sneak on over 🤭)

or maybe rsa guys are doing a 'test of courage' and are sneaking tot he woods of nrc. MAYBE THEY'RE EVEN PLAYING A SCHOOL PRANK TO START A PRANKING WAR-

but one of you are in the wrong woods and the rsa guys hear and see you singing. while yes, 75% of the population is some kind of nobility they know that there aren't any princesses here. especially on sage island.

but maybe you are?? because you're a girl, you're singing about true love, the animals seem to like you, you're wearing a.. dress? a robe, even. and you look so good 🙈

and when they see you- oh no! you saw them first!

its like the fucking hunt from snow white HASDBIWEUFB they're chasing after you and you're literally trying not to scream or cry

oh god everything is so much more amplified. and luckily you escape and race into ramshackle like your life depend on it (because it did.)

AND OH MY GOD YOU ALMOST GOT MURDERED!!!

but the rsa boys are gushing and spreading rumors of a beautiful ghostly girl who sings for her true love in the forest... BROTHER WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT???

so much lore to the twisted anxiety saga, and so little motivation to map and write it all out 😔

#ANON YOURE TRULY A GENIUS #CAN I POP THROUGH THE SCREEN RQ AND GIVE YOU A FAT SMOOCH #twisted anxiety 🌀#twst x reader #tiyoin’s cuties 。　 ඞ 。#tiyoin 🔎#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #ive lowkey gotta make a solid plan for twisted anxiety because ive just been going off of impulse HASHDAIUDB

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plutonianeris · 4 months

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pick a pile: how does this new love feel like a fairytale? ⛓️💗

this is a general reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Interpret & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. messages can be either from you, them or both🍒

𓆩♱𓆪Pile one

right off the bat this is someone whose been eyeing you for a while. they could be the type that stare in awe at the pictures you post on social media “so pretty” or when they met you that have that immediate attraction.. “who is that?” lol them asking their friends when you walk in. this honestly feels like a fairytale because theyve been wanting you for a while but theyve been super patient i heard “no hard feelings” theyre actually so sweet (im getting water sign suns: cancer, pisces, scorpio energy oop 🙈).

like they have no problem admiring you from afar at alllll. they are mesmerized by you. and honestly they could have been a little toxic before meeting you (not abusive, but someone unable to share their emotions in a healthy way). it seems like they dont want u to see them in the shades and shadows of their trauma, wounds, healing. for them you are the light at the end of that tunnel. i heard “my day was pretty shitty until you showed up” they are willing to work hard for you. they are also very attractive & in an unconventional way (unique hair, being really tall, tattoos, something like that makes them stand out especially in their friend group).

💌letter from their pov;

I know you dont need me. you dont really look like the type to depend on anyone. I can see it in the way you eye people, especially men, with suspicion. you question my motives and thats fair. when youre that beautiful and charming, theres bound to be people that just want to use you. that are dying to be in you energy just to get the chance to say they were in your presence. i dont wanna be like that. i dont wanna be another read message in your phone. i dont wanna be another face that disappears in the crowd for you. and i know you feel that way too. that the worst thing for you isnt to be talked about. its to be ignored. its to be underestimated. trust me when i say since the moment i laid eyes on you, i never once doubted you. i know you are capable of bringing men to their knees with your eyes. i know that your laugh makes my pulse speed up. i know that you make me feel special. and sometimes i get jealous, wondering if you make other people feel that way too. I want to give you the whole world if you just let me.

𓆩♱𓆪Pile two

this new love feels like a fairytale because this happened in the moment when you’re least expecting it and also after you’re recovering from something. Whether it be a relationship break up with a partner or you just changing things in your life, like moving to a different neighborhood or no longer believing in certain things that were very important in your belief systems in the past. this is like a prince or princess, waiting to rescue you. At first, though it seems like you’re suspicious of this energy. You could find that they are way too good with their words. “too good to be true” “I bet you say that to all the girls/guys” energy. but honestly, it seems like you’re the only one that can keep up with them. You don’t give into them like other people do, and they constantly want to impress you by telling you random facts or teaching you about some thing they learned abroad or when traveling.

I am getting a sense that they are very flirty, but with other people it never goes past that it’s just something they do in the moment or theyre just really playful. But even as they’re talking to someone else, their eyes can’t seem to leave you even if you’re across the room. You like your routine and consistency so changing things about your own life is hard, much less accepting other people in. So when they flirt with you, you might not immediately flirt back. you might roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile when they turn away. you could be someone with earth placements, especially capricorn or virgo. They give off a lot of mischievous energy. This other person could have a gemini placement, third house placements or ninth house placements (if ur into astro).

💌letter from their pov;

Relationships have never really been a priority for me. I mean, cmon I'm young. Isn't it the whole point to experience as much as I can? I know other people have things to say about me.. maybe I lead some people on. Maybe sometimes you feel that way too. But I promise it's not really like that. Well, with you, it isn't. I'm just inexperienced. And I guess that doesn't really stop me from flirting so much and being so cocky…But the truth is I crave your attention badly. You look like you really know what you want in life. And for me, that's all I ever wanted. Because when you know what you want, you get it. and thats when you really start living. After that, even our mistakes are our own and beautiful and intimate in their own way. I see the weariness in your eyes when you look at me. I know you're wondering if I am even worth your time. I promise I am. I promise I can be. And if I'm not, then you can just never speak to me right then and there, I swear. But I know there's more than weariness in your gaze as well. I know you are just as curious about me as I am about you.

𓆩♱𓆪Pile three

This love feels like a dark romance. This pile is not as lighthearted as the previous two at all. It feels like a fairytale in that "magical" sense though because it will feel like love at first sight. You both will feel immediately physically attracted to the other but what makes it even more intense is that at first no one seems to be able to make the first move. It might seem too good to be true to the point where you don't even wanna disturb the "illusion." You dont wanna burst the bubble. Also, the magnetic attraction you feel/ that slow burn makes it even more desirable for both of you. In synastry, you both might have a lot of conjunctions (especially with pluto, moon, and mars). I also pulled north node synastry as well (and this synastry makes it feel like you're meant to be aka its destiny. but its also uncomfortable). "I have never felt like this before" energy.

Honestly, I see this pile as being able to go both ways and it can easily make you feel heartbroken. You might have venus-pluto placements yourself or 8th house placements or they do. When you are together though, you both hate when other people interrupt. You love your alone time. It feels really good. This pile is all about intense eye contact, glancing down at each others lips, meeting in secret, getting jealous when other people try to talk to the other, hands brushing as you walk but never fully touching. But then devouring each other when alone (if you both end up trusting each other when to get there because, again, one of you or both are hesitating). If you open your heart and learn to trust and communicate in a healthy manner, it could be a life changing connection.

💌letter from their pov;

It feels wrong to fantasize about you the way I do. But I can't really help it. I think about the way your back would feel arched under my palm. your lips on mine, tongues meeting, teeth clashing. I look at your hands and imagine them gripping the sheets at the same time I grip your thighs. It feels wrong that these are things that have crossed my mind since I first met you. sometimes I try to lie to myself. Tell myself that maybe im not really that into you. but its such bullshit. even then, theres the what if. what if. what if. it looks like every odds are against us. we are complete opposites. it might never work. but im willing to take that risk. im willing to bet on us. even if it falls apart. but judging from the way you freeze up when we make eye contact I know its far beyond that. I know you felt it too. the day we met, how you paused. i know that we would love hard. and fall harder. and if it doesnt work out, it would be devastating. and yet, i would still decide to do it all over again. and you would too. life is too short. I dont want us to be a what-if.

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i-turned-into-the-stone · 1 month

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Birthday "Cake" - Dreamcatcher Handong × M!Reader

A/N: Dont mind the title. Anyway, this was supposed to come out yesterday but stuff happened. Oh well, it's never too late for Handong Day. I received quite a few ideas but I went with whichever my brain can process faster. I'll save the rest for future use, lol.

Tags: semi-vanilla(?), surprise sex, creampie, anal, anal creampie

You arrive at Handong's dorm room a little after midnight, letting yourself in quietly with the key she gave you. The room is dark except for a soft nightlight, and you see her petite frame curled up under the covers, fast asleep.

Stripping down to your boxers, you drink in the sight of her beautiful peaceful face and slim body. Her lips are parted slightly, and you can see her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

Carefully, you pull back the sheets, revealing her slender legs and the thin cotton panties hugging her hips. You lick your lips hungrily, already feeling your cock swell.

Handong had told you to wake her up when you arrived, but you have an even better idea to surprise your sleepy girlfriend.

Gently, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them aside, exposing her juicy pussy lips already glistening with arousal. She must have been dreaming about you.

You free your thick shaft from your boxers, stroking it to full hardness as you revel in the intoxicating sight and scent of her sex.

Positioning yourself between her thighs, you rub the swollen head of your cock along her slick folds, coating it with her wetness.

Then, with one smooth thrust, you bury yourself to the base inside her tight, velvety pussy. A soft moan escapes Handong's lips as her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the delicious feeling of your rock-hard cock stretching and filling her pussy.

Handong's eyes flutter open as she registers the thick cock suddenly buried inside her. She lets out a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure, her tight pussy clenching around your shaft instinctively.

"W-What...? Oh god..." she moans sleepily, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the blissful intrusion. You lean down to capture her lips in a deep, probing kiss as you start to slowly withdraw your cock until just the tip remains inside her.

Then you snap your hips forward again, driving your full length back into her snug, welcoming depths. Handong whimpers into your mouth, her nails raking down your back as she's abruptly awakened by your thick cock claiming her pussy.

"You look so hot I couldn't resist waking you up this way, baby," you whisper, settling into a steady rhythm of long, powerful strokes that make her perky tits jiggle enticingly with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good, haa, I miss you so much."

Handong can only moan and pant in pleasure, her thighs spreading wider to take you deeper. You reach down to palm and knead her pale breasts as you pick up the pace, slamming your cock into her slick depths over and over.

Her tight cunt hugs you like a molten vice with each rough thrust, making you grunt from the intense friction and pleasure.

You drive your cock into Handong's tight pussy with animalistic need, her slick walls clinging to your shaft with each rough thrust. Her eyes are glazed with lust as she stares up at you, mouth hanging open in a continuous stream of delirious moans.

"Oh God! You're so deep inside me— Hng! " she whimpers breathlessly, her small hands gripping your flexing ass to pull you harder against her. "I was dreaming about your big cock filling me up."

Hearing her dirty words spurs you on. You increase the brutal pace, slamming your hips against hers with loud, wet slaps of flesh on flesh. The bed rocks and creaks beneath you as your thick cock batters her cervix relentlessly.

Handong cries out incoherently, her nails scoring red lines down your back as she's overwhelmed with sensation. Her body is flushed and sheened with sweat, her tits swaying wildly with each pierce into her convulsing cunt.

"That's it, take my cock, Handongie! Shit—" you groan, biting and sucking marks into the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. "Cum for me, baby. Soak my dick with your sweet pussy."

Her whole body tenses and her silken walls flutter and squeeze around your pistoning cock. Handong throws her head back with a wanton scream as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. You keep pounding into her, chasing your own explosive release as she writhes and bucks under you.

You keep plowing Handong's spasming pussy with ruthless stabs, not letting up even as she rides out her intense orgasm. Her cunt clenches erratically, her waving insides milking your cock as she howls in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming again!!" she wails, digging her nails into your shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Her whole body squirms as a second, an even harder climax wrecks over her.

You groan loudly at the feeling of her molten canal pulsing around your relentlessly pumping shaft. The sight of her beautiful, sweaty body quivering with unbearable pleasure is almost enough to make you lose control.

You grab Handong's hips and hammer your cock into her sloppy, overstimulated fuckhole at a frantic pace. She screams and babbles stupidly, her eyes rolling back as she's overwhelmed by the sensations of your merciless pounding.

"I'm gonna fill this greedy little cunt with my load," you snarl, feeling your heavy balls tightening. "Take it all, you needy slut"

One final thrust and you roar in release, ropes of hot jism erupting into Handong's suctioning pussy. She shudders and moans loudly as she's pumped full of your seed, her well-fucked hole clenching around your pulsing length to milk every last drop.

After emptying your balls deep inside Handong's thoroughly-used pussy, you finally ease off your rough pace. Slowly, you grind your still-rigid shaft in her creampied cunt, making sure to smear your thick load all over her spasming inner walls.

Handong mewls softly, gazing up at you with heavy-lidded, adoring eyes. Her petite frame is flushed and glistening with sweat, her tight body utterly spent from the ferocious fucking you just put her through.

You lean down to capture her plush lips in a deep, soulful kiss, your tongues dancing together sensually. Handong melts into the intimate embrace, her arms wrapping around you to pull your sweat-slicked bodies together.

“Oh right, happy birthday, baby," you murmur against her mouth, your softening cock still nestled in her overstuffed slit. "I should've said that first before giving you an extra special wake-up call."

Handong giggles happily, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. "Best present ever," she sighs contentedly, planting soft kisses along your jawline. "I love waking up to you buried inside me anyway.”

You hold her close, your fingers tracing patterns along the curve of her spine as you both bask in the warm afterglow. Her tight little cunt continues to flutter weakly around your cock, as if trying to keep you buried within her depths forever.

After a few tender moments, you gently withdraw from Handong's cum-drenched pussy with a lewd squelch. She whimpers at the sudden emptiness, clinging to you tighter as your mixed fluids immediately start seeping out of her well-used hole.

"Don't worry, gorgeous," you mutter, brushing her damp hair from her face. "I'm not going anywhere. We've got all night to keep celebrating.”

With a mischievous gleam in your eye, you gently roll Handong onto her stomach, leaving her cute firm ass raised invitingly. She peers back at you with a coy smile, understanding what you have in mind.

"I'm still so sensitive..." she says, wiggling her hips alluringly.

You palm and squeeze her plush ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her puffy, pussy and puckered entrance. "Don't worry, I'll go slow this time. This is my favorite cake, after all, " you promise, your cock already stirring back to life at the sight before you. "I just want to make sure this is nice and stuffed.”

Handong whimpers in anticipation as you lean down to lap at her swollen, cream-filled slit with broad strokes of your tongue. You greedily slurp up the mixture of her tangy juices, making her shudder with overstimulation.

Once she's sloppy and dripping anew, you give her pretty little asshole a few teasing licks and prods with your stiffening length. Handong mewls and squirms, spreading her cheeks wider to grant you better access.

"Yes~ Fuck me everywhere tonight," she begs impatiently. "I want to be so sore and filled up with your cum that I can barely walk tomorrow.”

With a feral growl, you grab her hips and start to ease the swollen head of your cock into her tight, puckered rear. Handong cries out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure as her rubbery ring stretches to accommodate your thick girth.

Sink your throbbing length deeper into Handong's impossibly tight little asshole, inch by inch. She whines and arches, her soft tunnel gripping around the invading thickness despite her body's resistance.

"O-Oh fuck— You're splitting me open!" she cries out, knuckles whitening as she grips the sheets. Her twisted expression is a mask of both torment and euphoria, never quite getting used to the overwhelming stretch and burn of taking your big cock in her most forbidden hole.

But you know how much she craves it, loves the twisted pleasure-pain of being utterly stuffed and defiled in her greedy little asshole. With a deep groan, you bottom out, burying yourself to the hilt in her impossibly snug depths.

Handong howls hoarsely as she's abruptly filled completely, her tiny frame shuddering and quaking from the anal intrusion. You grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, holding her impaled and helpless as her sphincter spasms around the root of your cock.

"You take it so good, baby… Your tight asshole is just perfect for my dick," you bellow, giving her a firm smack on one jiggling cheek. She jolts with a lewd cry, clenching down even tighter around your embedded length.

Not giving her a chance to adjust, you start to withdraw your shaft until just the swollen head remains trapped inside her vice-like anal grip. Handong whimpers pathetically, her legs trembling with the strain of the merciless anal pounding to come.

Then with a bestial grunt, you slam your hips forward again, burying yourself balls-deep in one savage thrust.

You set a brutal, punishing pace, savagely spearing Handong's poor, abused asshole with your thick cock repeatedly. She shrieks incoherently with each rough and deep anal invasion, her sphincter convulsing helplessly around your relentlessly pistoning meat.

"Oh god! Yes! Fucking wreck my tight needy asshole!" she babbles deliriously, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth as she's overwhelmed by the twisted mix of torturous fullness and white-hot pleasure.

The sound of your hips smacking loudly against her jiggling cheeks echoes through the room, accompanied by Handong's shameless howls of rapture each time you bury yourself to the root.

You reach under her quivering body to brutally twist and tug on her stiff pink nipples, making her screech.

"You love getting your filthy fuckhole ruined, don't you, babe?" punctuating each word with a savage thrust that makes her whole body jolt.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes, please!" she moans without shame, her own juices gushing from her neglected cunt to streak down her thighs. "I need it so bad! Fucking breed my nasty asshole!"

Increase the blistering pace to an animalistic frenzy, battering her pucker with pile-driver thrusts. Handong shrieks like a bitch in heat, incoherent and hysterical as her curvy frame is ruthlessly sodomized and used for your pleasure.

Then your heavy balls tighten, the intense friction of her rippling anal walls milking you towards an inevitable, explosive release. One final harsh thrust and you explode. A grunt escapes your lips as you empty your balls, pumping thick ropes of scorching cum deep into Handong's brutalized asshole.

Her shrill wails mix with your guttural grunts as you claim her most forbidden depths, flooding her convulsing rectal passage with an excessive amount of your potent seed.

"Fuck! I can feel it filling me up!" she screams, her entire body jolting with each heavy pulse of your release.

You grab a fistful of her colored hair, yanking her head back as you grind your still-erupting cock deeper, ensuring not a single drop is wasted.

Handong babbles mindlessly, utterly overwhelmed by the sensation of her bowels being flooded and distended by your thick, heavy load.

Huff out satisfied, you release Handong’s hair and draw your softening length free with a pop and gush of seed.

Handong immediately crumples forward, her gaping, ruined little pucker winking and dribbling a steady stream of your combined fluids onto the already-soaked sheets beneath her.

Seizing her hips, you gently flip Handong's pliant body onto her back. With tender care, you gather her sweat-slicked form into your embrace, cradling her against your chest.

Handong immediately snuggles into you, draping her lithe limbs over you in a tangle of naked skin. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your pulse point.

"Mmm… I'm so sore and full of your thick baby-batter," she smiles, her voice low and heavy with satiation. "You always take such good care of me, babe."

Chuckling softly, you trail your fingertips in a feather-light caress down the curve of her spine, making her shiver. "Anything for my gorgeous royal lady on her special day.” You then press a lingering kiss to the crown of her head.

Handong comes willingly, molding herself against you with a contented sigh. She tucks her head under your chin, her fingers idly tracing patterns across your chest and abdomen as you both bask in the warm, blissful afterglow.

You trail your palm in a tender caress down the dip of her back and your other hand lovingly combs through her disheveled hair, massaging her scalp until her eyes flutter closed drowsily.

Within minutes, Handong's breathing evens out into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep, her frame utterly relaxed and at peace curled against you. You can't help the surge of adoration that swells in your chest as you gaze down at her beautiful, serene features.

Pressing one last kiss to her soft lips, you allow your own eyes to drift shut. Your arms tighten around Handong's slender form, holding her protectively as you both drift into a comfortable, dreamless slumber.

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hxjikonn · 1 year

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(Artist: @/wrt_428 on twtr)

Octavinelle trio x GN!Reader who loves exploring the ocean

☆Staring☆: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, And Floyd Leech

TW!! Just some foul words and cusses (all in a light hearted manner though nothing serious)

Synopsis: Octavinelle trio reaction to GN!Reader who loves to dive under the sea to explore.

Azul Ashengrotto

Was weirded out by you. As in “I’m gonna keep an eye on this odd human who like to go down the ocean to play with fish just incase”

He met you at a beach at night (and no not the romantic “beach at moonlight love at first sight” thing) he was looking for coins for his coin collection…and you…you just dived into the water

He didn’t care at first cuz you were just one human, but he noticed it’s been too long since you’ve went down. He thought you drowned😭

Slightly concerned he went after you but then saw you just swimming around following a group of sea horses

He kinda sorta just watched you play around, lay on the sea bed, collect a few shells and rocks you thought were pretty

You occasionally came up for air, and when you do he hides behind big rocks thinking you wont notice. (You did.)

Neither of you made a move to approach each other though. Untilllllll you found a pretty shiny coin.

Azul gasped (underwater?? Idk if you can do that but whatevs) you heard it and for the first time you actually made eye contact with the human octopus guy

Azul thought you’d be afraid of him so he started scaring you that he was a sea witch and that he’d curse you if you don’t give him the coin.

Your dumbass (yes I’m calling you out) laughed…underwater…and you were waayyy down to get up the surface without drowning.

Azul thought he scared you too much (he’s sorta dumb too lol) so one of his tentacles grabbed you and swam up as fast as he could.

Long story short, after you vomited the gallon of sea water in your system, you thanked him and gave him the coin, he was happy but didn’t try to make it obvious (it was very obvious)

You started looking for him whenever you went diving since that day, he was lowkey waiting for you everyday too and is sad when you dont come

When you do come you ask him tons of questions about his tentacles and use them as your personal chair, or cling to one of them when Azul starts swimming just because it’s fun

He acts annoyed, but he really enjoys your company. Even finding ways for you to stay underwater longer so you could stay with him more often

He tries to keep you near shore, he wants to show you around more but you’re a small human. Perfect prey for big underwater predators.

Helps you collect shells and rocks, thinks it’s endearing that you have the same hobby as he does.

And ofc Azul isn’t azul without his contracts, practically sales talk you to make a contract with him so he can make you breathe underwater

Not because he’s worried you accidentally drown or anything no totally not that /sarcasm folks *wink wink*

It’s because according to him “he wants to make you his coin searcher so he can complete his coin collection” (it’s already complete, he has like 25 complete albums just of coins…)

You never agree though 💀💀💀 I guess Azul just has a human to watch after now so they wont drown

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Jade Leech

Would be fascinated by you. Bro would “observe” you for hours…

When he found you, you were laying on the sea bed…eye closed…star fish pose…he thought you were a dead body 😭😭

“Floyd forgot to clean up his mess again…” he said to himself…thinking Floyd prolly went on a squeezing spree again

He approached you, because he was gonna pull your body up shore so the other humans can deal with. But when you opened your eyes and saw the long wiggly worm fish man you freaked out

You freaked out so hard you inhaled water 💀 And it took him a few seconds to realize that you weren’t dead…but you were about to be if he doesn’t get you up

He did though, really quickly too. You thought you guys were gonna jump through a different dimension due to how fast he swam.

Once you were up, and you got the sea water you inhaled out of your system, Jade was still watching you…just staring at you with half his face still in the water, his unblinking eyes are the only ones that are surfaced…

You were scared outta your damned body but you still thanked him for saving your stupid ass.

You were more scared when he talked. 💀💀💀

“HOLY SHIT YOU CAN TALK?!!?” “yes. ^^”

He started asking questions about why the fuck you were laying down where he found you cuz tbh who wouldn’t???

You explained to him that you just like to stay underwater and explore, and that you can hold your breath for a long time so it doesn’t bother you that much

He apologized for scaring you and offered to take you to different parts of the ocean when you go diving again…

You agreed of course, and after that he’s stuck to you. Fascinated by the human who loves being underwater.

When he takes you to places, he doesn’t really go exploring with you, he just follows along, watching you curiously look at everything

You two made a signal where you blink two times to tell him you need to go up for air, and he would swim you up and wait for you to catch your breath before swimming back down

He lets you cling onto him when he swims cuz he knows you have fun when you do that.

He keeps you away from danger too, he can fight but he rather not considering you’re a fragile little human who he might put at risk when he fights off predators who’d want to eat you.

Thinks it’s cute that you play with fishes, so cute he almost buys you a collar with “Jade’s pet human” written on it 😭

Is sad when you have to go home, he understands you need to go back to your home up shore cuz your a human and you get tired

But he ALWAYS asks for an extra hour, if you’re tired, you can use him as a bed…underwater…where he’s close to you.

Tries to send subliminal messages to Azul for him to turn you into a fish already so Jade can keep you with him and you never have to leave.

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Floyd Leech

Thought you were trying to find creative ways to die 😭💀

He wasn’t in a good mood when he found you, he wanted to squeeze the life out of you for trespassing in his territory

But then he saw you dancing with jellyfishes… “what in the spongebob squarepants are they doing?” He thought.

Saw you get stung a couple of times and expected you to get angry at the jellyfish but you didn’t, it hurt sure but when you got stung you just rubbed it and continued on

You were happy with what you were doing which is what made Floyd more curious, he silently followed you around after that, he didn’t bother hiding from you

In fact you notice him following you, and look at him a couple of times thinking he wants to eat you, but he doesn’t even make a move, just stares

As much as he was curious about you, you too were curious about him. So one time, you saw his tail poking out form behind a rock….you touched it…he was shocked so his first instinct was to strangle you thinking you were some guy tryna pick a fight with him…you passed out 💀

When you woke up you were up shore…instead of the sky though, you saw a couple of dilated pupils staring back at you…

“Uhhh hi?” You blinked at him a couple of times

He thought you died, he was happy you didn’t cuz he was amused by your guts to touch his tail like that knowing you could probably die

He asked if you were okay before squeezing you into a tight soul crushing hug claiming that your “his human” now

He asks you lots of questions and you try your best to answer each one, still shaken up about the near death experience you had just went through

After that he waits for you at the beach everyday, he wants you by his side all the time from then on

He clings on to you all the time when you’re underwater, wraps himself around your little body, does the swimming for you since he thinks you’re slow carrying you with him

Gets bored when you collect shells and rocks but still tries his best to be patient since you looks so cute and small just searching the sea bed for them

He doesn’t see value in the things you’re collecting but when you gave him a green rock he kept it on his shelves at home always looking at it and smiling

His mood cant always tolerate your rock and shell collecting so takes you to a ship wreck to collect shinier things.

Scares, kills, beats the living shit out of any predator who tries to harm his little human companion

He has his mood swings and the first time you encountered that you didn’t know how to handle him, he ended up hitting you with his tail hurting you in the process

You got hit so hard you thought flew across the Pacific Ocean…(I was being sarcastic on this part😭🤚🏻 y’all in replies are sending me💀💀)

When you swam up badly hurt he followed you realizing what he did and rushed to help, but you were already running out the beach when he got there

Floyd was upset the whole week, you didn’t come back and he was afraid you never will come back ever again.

When you did though he squeezed you (gently) trying not to hurt you even more he kept apologizing and for the rest of the day he was just wrapped up around you not letting you go

Doesn’t ever snap at you when he has his mood swings ever again.

Possessive of you, doesn’t want you to meet others like him cuz he thinks you’d make a lot of friends and leave him behind

“Mine.” “Floyd no.” “Floyd yes.”

A/N: This was fun to make, laughed a lot while writing this. Again…I did not proofread this I never proofread 💀💀 I’m lazy like that

Edit A/N: THX TO THAT REPLY TELLING ME THEY CANT STING OML I’M STUPID😭 I changed it though dw :D

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shinjisdone · 1 year

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When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (Pomefiore; 5)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - everyone wants to help you out…but have their own reason for it.

'I've kept writing you about the things that you did that enchanted me...but without wanting to sound cliché, I also fell for your beauty...'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1: Heartslabyul

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

It's best if you stay in your room for a few days, you thought.

After faking feigning an injury after the...flower fruit fiasco to Crowley (and him letting out a speech of how gracious he is for allowing you to rest) you've let everyone know that you needed quiet. And. Silence. Even Grim left you alone.

It was calming in a way. Just you and your thoughts, as well as the four love letters lying on the desk. Until a little ring caught your attention and you opened up a message on your phone.

Letting the image sink in it was a photo of a frustrated Vil with his make-up smudged.

'guy is taking the piss hahah' - Epel wrote you.

'What's in front of him?'

You couldn't help it. The curiousity took the best of you, especially when the Vil Schönheit looked this laughably angry.

'someone won a magic mirror on an auction and its messin with everyone. says it shows everyones real beauty when looked at but it shows nothin when we stare at it. no reflec tion and its makin Vil angrier than squirrel with a nut that dont crack lololol'

The boy sent you another image and it was of Rook trying to calm Vil down, who attempted to get the mirror out of the dorm. It made you chortle.

'lol why care about some phony mirror when Pomefiore is filled with real ones'

'I can update u (Name) if you want. Funniest thing that happens in this dully stuck up place'

Epel's comment made you smile. Even when he can get a bit temperamental, which you can't blame him for since he has to live with Vil, the boy does try to cheer you up. He must have heard of everything by now and even if he didn't, Deuce probably told him of your mood. It was sweet of him.

'Sure, might be fun to watch'.

Perhaps you shouldn't have answered like that.

Epel Felmier

Epel is no idiot.

He's aware of how you must be feeling so he tries to be seldom with his calls and presence. If it weren't for all the things that had happened this month for him notice, then it was Deuce's unusual worried frown.

He was so...quiet. Almost looking depressed when he told Epel of the first letter. He tried with effort to explain what had happened but ended up unwittingly admitting his displeasure at the change. He seemed to miss you and you've become reversed yourself. It was a bit of a bummer.

Epel tried hard to play it cool. Although behind closed doors, he'd mumble profanities in the usual accent he'd hide. These rumors were true. Big, richy colleges are full of drama, just like his village said! Why do things gotta be so unnecessarily complicated??? It doesn't make any sense to him.

Epel wouldn't bat an eye at gestures of love and grand confessions (he feels still perplexed though) but all of this was for you. It was no happenstance like usual, no, you aren't just being involved due to coincidence - all of this is happening because of you and for you.

What are ya, a princess waitin' for a knight in yer tower??? It's just????

Less upset and more puzzled. But he wouldn't know how to deal with that either.

Nevertheless, he convinced you to leave your room for a while after school hours...just a small visit that shouldn't take too long...

Rook Hunt

Oh, la la~

This is quite exciting for him. Love letters and confessions are things ususally told in fairytales, so seeing all of this unfold in this very school is quite the entertainment and Rook wants to be seated at the number #1 spot to witness it.

It's less of a creepy reason and more one of fascination. This is a one-in-a-lifetime chance and he always loved romance! He wants to see what this secret admirer is capable of. What they are ready to do for love.

Although he feels...disadvantaged? Challenged? Is it rivalry? Jealousy or true fascination?

As a hunter himself, he should know best how to capture hearts yet he feels like a freshly-born scholar looking up to his teacher. And out of all hearts they are attempting to capture it is yours...

Love can hurt...but it isn't supposed to make you uncomfortable, no?

Ever since he heard the rumors - and especially after he found out they are true - he has kept an eye on you. Without your knowledge of course...

Is the hunter learning...or keeping his prey for himself?

Vil Schönheit

The fairest of them all is a bit distracted, you see.

Aside from this wretched mirror, the senior could barely believe that out of all people...you get love letters.

However, with Leona's sudden interest in anything really and Kalim's lack of cheerfulness, things have become odd - now having rumors be confirmed by Azul (he was a witness!), Vil must believe it.

Even Epel is more on his phone than ever...

Vil isn't...apalled by the idea of you getting attention. He is just the one who usually gets it! But none of his fans' determination compare to that of your admirer. It's strange.

...Thats what he deduces first. Then it becomes ridiculous at the realization of it! You??? Getting more attention than Vil???

Do not misunderstand, Vil is not excluding the possibility of you having a secret admirer but the amount they are doing for you even leaves him a bit stumped.

He isn't sure if he should congratulate you or give into his jealousy. Jealousy of you getting more attention or your attention being snatched away from him? He isn't quite certain of it either.

It's better to distract himself with some puny mirror than keep on pondering about it.

Discreetly making your way to Pomefiore, you swiftly passed by other students, ones who had long started to avoid you. It was believed that your presence alone even summons the secret admirer...so some would take shelter from their strange pranks by getting out of your way. Sure, there were some who showed sympathy, asking about your well-being or even joking when that admirer will finally capture your heart...or if they have already.

Admittedly, you did not feel like meeting either of these kinds of guys...thankfully Epel picked you up quickly, either using his shy mask or temperamental yells to get you out of any situation - and soon, you found yourself in front of that mirror. Just as Epel stopped snickering as he showed you more photos, his head would turn to you and back to that mirror...with a surprisingly soft stutter, he pointed to it.

"Er...it ain't a phony, after all..."

...Why were you able to see yourself?

'...The one who can see themselves here is the true beauty of this school.'

Epel Felmier

Uh, what???

Why are ya able to see yourself in every angle possible? How come the background changed to every possible scenery that suited you so perfectly? With you standing out so marvy too???

That can't be it...is that seriously one of those infamous 'pranks' of that secret admirer everyone's been prattlin' about?

...Your secret admirer?

That can't be it. The (Name) he knows couldn't...have something like that...but it's true.

As Epel watches your face bloom like a magnolia in May, he finally understood Deuce's troubles deeply. It's one thing to hear it from someone on the surface and something completely different when you feel it deep in your soul too.

The boy stood there, as his yelling on what kind of phony mirror that could be transformed into mumbles until he was completely silent. His face scrunched up into a frown.

You look real pretty. He now thinks how you've always been real fine and fair but your reflection seemed so picturesque right now...all because of the darn, stupid smile on your face that you couldn't just wipe away, no matter how hard ya tried.

Damnit...what is this feeling?! How's he gonna get rid of it?!?!

Even as he wonders how others are gonna be up on your case again, the sweet lil' apple grew sour as he also wondered how much that admirer person was making you all happy and gushy now...

Rook Hunt

And here in comes Rook.

Rather, he had been watching you enter so elegantly and now admire yourself in that fancy mirror! He knew something was up with it and spying on Epel's messages, it was only a matter of time before your lovely self would find out about it!

The young man long knew that this 'auction win' was something from the secret admirer - with how they always end up involving whole dorms in their quest to win your heart. Rook has quite the keen eye himself...

Oh, he needs to be there and witness it himself! How exciting! What kind of creative confession will pop up this time?! How will you react?! It's all just trés bien!

Less worried about the consequences that may follow his dorm and more intruiged on how this pursue of love will continue. A true fairytale!

That's what he keeps telling himself.

Rook is torn between watching a beautiful love story unfold before him and being very displeased at the fact that someone else is trying to capture your heart.

How...unfair it all seemed.

But all is fair in love and war, no?

Shall he listen and learn from the admirer? To outwit them in every way and capture your heart himself? Maybe he should show them that this is his hunt and that they shouldn't mess with him.

Regardless, he's hiding it all too well behind a smile. Even as you hide your beautiful face bashfully and Epel trying to keep himself together and not stare at the scenery in front of him too hard and not for too long...

Yes, he'll stay back, like a real hunter.

Vil Schönheit

He hears the noise downstairs and wow, speak of the devil. Or rather when he thought of the devil. You just wouldn't leave his mind.

There you are with little messages starting to pop up in the mirror you were staring at...

'I wanted to have you see all the beautiful things about you when reading my thoughts about you...so you can believe me and witness them yourself in the moment.'

Vil raises a brow as your lovely reflection was overwritten by a dainty message, curvy and in red.

'You don't know how wonderful you look with a smile. It made me fall for you.'

And on cue, a bashful smile appeared on your face.

Vil, as well as Epel and Rook, jumped as they saw the many flowery poems of love spread around your reflection. It almost rivaled Rook's grossly exeggerated compliments.

"Now, now," Vil tries to stay calm as he shushed the mirror and tried to find out what the meaning of this is and by the Sevens, don't let it be the secret admirer. No, no, no, no! He keeps on shooing this...thing away, even if it can't really move.

Or...it can?

The mirror shrunk in size and used it's little attached wings ("WEREN'T THOSE DECORATIONS" - Everybody thinks) to gracefully flutter after you.

Is this some kIND OF TWISTED JOKE

FIRST THE ALCHEMY NOTES, THEN THE MAGIC FLOWERS AND NOW A FLYING MIRROR THROWING POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS AT YOU

This secret admirer must be some kind of prodigy...

Does Vil not even stand a chance...?

He's confused and irritated. Not ever did he think things would come to this but seeing how someone actually has eyes for his numbre #1 potato sends the senior into slight panic.

This isn't like him.

But the turmoil in his heart is all so real and vivid...as is his determination to not let you be swooned over by anyone but him.

[yeah, I kinda feel like the vibe got from 'tralala oh a secret admirer? classic at a school like this how cute :)' to 'WHO TF...!? WHY U HAVING CRUSH ON MY CRUSH STOP IT' Hopefully this one is just as good as the other ones...dont feel like it does. You see, Vinland Saga...might have a chokehold on me :) ]

[If you get the 'IS THIS SOME KIND OF TWISTED JOKE' joke then u r really cool :) The fluttering, positive affirmation mirror just popped up as I wrote...and I had more ideas for Rook than anyone else. Would feel like Vil would be even worse with that what he had with Neige...even after his overblot, he just gives these vibes. Epel is just...r u kidding me. how am i supposed to be okay with that]

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