#her to sit in my bed w outside clothes and i already have to make my bed and clean my phone and ipad and glasses x 2 every day when i get

[kugisaaki]

hung out w my best friend after moooooooonths and i was in such a good mood but now my mom tells me that we have people coming over????

#NORMALLY i’d be saying hi and going to my room but their daughter.. a little older than me… she talks to me the whole time and i don’t want #her to sit in my bed w outside clothes and i already have to make my bed and clean my phone and ipad and glasses x 2 every day when i get #home or it doesn’t feel right if i don’t i feel like im going crazy and it’s skspegekehekbslxvrldvd #i did better than i had expected in school today in the class that i didn’t attend half the time so i was kind of already on that high plus #i met my best friend today too and i missed her and it was soooo fun but NOW im tired and i wanna get my ocd ritual over w but i can’t do it #w her near me because 1. she’s a stranger 2. i have mentally count everything 3. outside clothes are a huge thing in my head #BUT it probably seems like a bigger deal than it actually is so it’s all good #mehak.exe

[rinhaler]

So Tell Me What You Need

oliver aiku really really likes you ♡

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ yandere!oliver aiku x f!reader

Genre: college!au (++ smut) Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for doing gods work with this fic i hated it hehehe Warnings: 18+, serial killer mention, murder mention, weed mention, smoking, stalking ♡, manipulation, dub/noncon, 'just the tip' ♡, coercion, oral (m receiving), cock slapping ♡, facial, creampie ♡, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, etc.) ♡ Words: 7.2k

The body of a young woman was discovered in the early hours of Thursday morning. It’s the third body in the last five months to be found, and an inside source has revealed that this is thought to be a pattern by one killer. The victims are all female and—

Your heart pounds as you shut off the TV in your front room. It’s the last thing you want to hear as the windows reveal the dark night sky outside. You don’t even see the stars above; the light pollution takes that comfort from you. All you can see is rows of apartments opposite to your own, some lit and some dim. Some with funky colours but most are warm white.

And your face flushes with heat as you notice one of the latter have a couple fucking up against a window before you turn away to face your roommate.

She notes your concern, but chooses to smirk and poke fun anyway.

“Maybe it’s your stalker,” she teases you. “You might be next.”

“That’s not funny.” you sigh, storming off to your room. You wince as you look at the abandoned study materials at your desk. You’ve been putting everything off for weeks, but your coursework and exams are the last thing on your mind.

You find yourself pacing around a little before you eventually decide to sit on the edge of your bed. There’s no way you can possibly sleep after hearing that. And your roommate’s poor joke has only made you more paranoid. So, what is there left to do?

Music might help, you think to yourself as you unlock your phone. You can barely do anything as your fingers begin to tremor while you look through your playlists. You’re interrupted, though, as a call from an unknown number fills your screen.

You mask your fear with anger, grunting as you swing open your bedroom door to yell at your friend.

“Stop it, Lacey! I’m going to have nightmares, I’m serious!” you yell. She looks at you, confused. You hold up your phone to show her the incoming call. But her eyes drop to the coffee table, her own phone discarded on top of it in favour of smoking from her bong.

“Answer it.” she urges you.

And you gulp, nodding, sliding the button across the bottom of the touch screen to take the call. You steel yourself, already knowing what’s coming as soon as you speak. It’s the same thing every single time. You don’t say a word, not for a few seconds. There isn’t a sound from either of you as you sit on the couch while your roommate’s eyes follow you.

“Hello?” you say, meekly.

It begins.

The heavy, repetitive breathing that sends a chill down your spine. She looks concerned, now. It’s the first time she’s been present when you’ve received a call. You’d started to suspect she didn’t believe you.

“Who the fuck is this?” she yells, snatching the phone from your hand. Their breathing stutters, it’s barely noticeable but you both pick up on it. It’s enough to make her hang up. “I— you should stay in my room tonight. W-With me.”

“Are you scared?” you ask her, earnestly. She doesn’t respond, but the fact that she’s packing away her drug paraphernalia is answer enough. “Thank you.” you smile, though you leave the room as you do.

You start scrolling through your contacts on instinct, tossing your phone onto your bed as you find the number you’re searching for and put it on loudspeaker as it dials. It rings and rings, and you start to worry you won’t get through. You undress, taking off your clothes from the day to change into your pyjamas.

“Hey you,” he starts. “S’pretty late, baby. Somethin’ wrong?”

“Oliver…” you start, legs buckling at the sound of his voice as you feel a combination of relief and guilt surge through you. You sniff, the pressure of your fear and other underlying emotions doing their best to overwhelm you. “My— The stalker called. Again.” you tell him, and you’re instantly met with a sympathetic coo.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asks. “Or do you wanna come here? I’ll pick you up, princess, s’not a problem.” he continues. You shake your head despite him not being able to see.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Sorry, I was just freaking out. Nice to hear your voice, though…” you smile a little, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Alright. Only if you’re sure.” he speaks, clearing his throat. “I miss you, though. You better let me see that pretty face of yours soon.”

“Okay,” your smile widens. Once again nodding knowing he can’t actually see you right now. “Goodnight Oli.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

Sharing a bed with your roommate helped. You didn’t even mind her snoring, it’s not like you’d expected to get much sleep anyway. You got enough to get you through the day, though. Classes went by without incident, and you didn’t feel yourself wavering at lunchtime like you have been recently.

The calls are unpredictable, you’re always on edge. There’s no specific times or days or even how many times he’ll call.

You walk back to your apartment alone. The winter sucks. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s dark when you get to your classes and then it’s dark again when you leave for the day. You feel like you’re going crazy, and you can’t pretend you aren’t scared of being outside alone when it’s so dark out.

A text notification frightens you enough to almost drop your phone. You don’t even remember turning your phone off silent. Though you can’t help but grin when you see who it’s from.

Oli: Wanna hang out tonight?

You: I’m too behind on my coursework ☹

You: Another time? x

Oli: Okay princess x

You take a deep breath, pocketing your phone as you continue your journey to your apartment. The elevator isn’t empty, but you don’t mind. If anything, you feel a little better to be around people. Your music plays softly through your earphones the whole time, and your anxiety finally begins to dissipate.

Although, it comes flooding back when you get to the door of your apartment.

It’s locked.

And, normally, that would be fine. But Lacey always finishes early on Monday’s. And she’s always home before you get here. Your mind instantly flickers to the phone calls. The stalker.

The news report last night.

Little hands tremble as you search pathetically through your tote bag until you find your keys. The metal clings and clangs as you search for the right one; you jump as they fall from your hands. Eventually, though, the right one is in your grasp and you open the door quickly.

There’s no sign of her. She isn’t smoking in the front room like you expect. You open her bedroom door without knocking, only to discover she isn’t there either. Deep breaths are taken in vain. You try to call her, but there’s no answer.

You: Are you okay?? Call me ASAP

Lacey: I’m fine! I’m at the frat hanging out with Eita 😇

“Oh thank God.” you sigh, all but falling to your knees when you read her reply. Instantly, you can’t help but think about what a slut she is when you think about her failing to tell you her plans because she’s decided to sneak off to ‘hang out’ with her toxic friend with benefits.

Your mind is clear, though your heart is still beating a mile a minute.

Oli: You’re really just gonna study all night? X

You: Thinking about ordering a pizza :P x

Oli: I like pizza you know 🙄x

You: Next time! Promise x

It’s crazy. It’s embarrassing, actually, how quickly he can put you at ease. You’ve only known him for a few months, but it feels like you’ve known him forever. You sigh, dreamily, as you recall how he had introduced himself to you and Lacey during welcome week. He had to squeeze in the fact he was the president of the most popular frat on campus.

Even then, he made you blush. Though you couldn’t act on it; you’d had a boyfriend at the time. But you’ve been single for almost as long as you’ve known Oli, since you dumped him a week or two after; when you realised you didn’t love him anymore. And, still, nothing has happened between you and Oliver.

You’re scared, truthfully.

You’re scared because you know he’s experienced and he’s confident. You know girls throw themselves at him and he knows he’s popular. You’re not a virgin, but compared to him you may as well be.

After clearing your throat and shaking your head to dismiss your train of thought, you start looking for food to add to your basket from your favourite pizza place. It’s so hard to choose, as much as you’d love to get everything, you’re basically broke.

Incoming call.

“Please, no.” your voice breaks as you speak out loud.

You shouldn’t answer. The number is private and you already know what’s going to happen. But you’ve tried that before. You’ve tried ignoring them, but they just keep calling until you answer.

You’re frozen, paralysed with fear as you contemplate what to do. Lacey isn’t here to support you this time. She won’t be coming back, either. So, do you really want to answer? Do you really want to deal with how many calls you’ll receive if you don’t?

The burden of dealing with this alone is too much to bear.

But you’ve been left with no other choice.

“H-Hello?” you whimper, eager to get it over with. The breathing starts, and you’re surprised that this time it’s enough to make you cry. And it’s not just a few tears falling. Whoever is on the other end of the call will undoubtedly know what you’ve been reduced to. “Please stop doing this. W-What do you want from me?” you cry.

It's useless, though, the breathing just continues.

“I can’t t-take it anymore, please, p-please…”

“Mmmmpf,” you hear, it’s cracked and strained and it makes you feel sick. You aren’t sure if you’re imagining things, or if this sicko is actually getting off to the sound of your anguish and desperate pleas. “Thank you.” they say, the voice is deep and distorted but it’s clear as day.

Your breath is trapped in your lungs. And for the first time, they hang up.

You just can’t anymore.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t function.

Can’t think.

You can think enough to call Oli, though. Tremoring digits manage to navigate away from the takeout website to bring up your text thread with Oliver once more. And you don’t hesitate to press the call button.

Your eyes are soaked, vision blurry like a smudged camera lens as you look around your barren apartment while you wait for him to pick up.

“Hi gorgeous,” he answers, a seductive lilt in his tone. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be flustered. You can picture the smirk on his face as he talks, though you aren’t really listening. “What’s up, baby? Calling to brag about that pizza?”

“O-li.” you sniff, voice cracking after each vowel. He’s silent, but you hear him move. Like he’s sitting upright suddenly, ready to spring into action to rescue you. “He c-called. Again, Oli… again—”

“Shit.” he sighs. “Do you want me to—”

“Please… come get me. ‘m so scared, don’t wanna be here a-alone.” you whine.

“I’m on my way.” he tells you. “I won’t be long, baby. I promise. See ya soon, princess.” he finishes, cutting off the line as he rushes to his car.

Your body stiffens as the silence of your apartment hits you once more. You can’t waste time, though. So, you pack. You’re quick about it, too. You fill your biggest bag with toiletries, a change of clothes and sleepwear… and your coursework.

There’s no way you’ll be doing any work tonight, but you can at least pretend you’re functioning like normal. You can’t let this creep dictate your entire life, right? Maybe being with Oliver will actually keep you calm enough to actually get some of your work started.

Oli: I’m outside x

The black night sky makes your heart race as you walk out of your apartment. The winter cold is harsher in the bleak evenings. Your thin sweater isn’t enough to protect you from the air nipping at your skin.

It’s the least of your worries; all you can think about is the fact this stalker of yours could be watching you right now. It could be anyone. Someone from your class, someone you shared the elevator with, your next-door neighbour. The very thought makes your steps quicken. You’re hurrying to the elevator and bashing the button until it arrives. It’s the first time you’ve felt safe since you left your apartment, because you’re alone. But even then, your skin breaks into goosebumps as you look up at the CCTV camera in the corner.

You’ll never feel safe, not really.

You rush down the road when you see Oliver’s car in the distance. He honks, and it’s all you need to run to him. You’re running like an athlete, and it feels more humiliating than it should. You’re sure Oliver understands why you’re frightened; and you’re sure he won’t judge you for sprinting to the car. But, still, it feels pathetic.

You open the door roughly before you practically dive into the passenger seat. He moves out of the way a little as you throw your overnight bag into the back seat.

“Hey, you’re alright now. Yeah? I’ve got you.” he speaks softly, doing what he can to relax you. You almost melt into his touch as he tucks a hair behind your ear. You do, a little, your body almost melds to the plush leather seat. Your head falls backwards onto the head rest, and your lip begins to wobble. “Poor thing…” he sighs.

“D-Drive, please…” you say, voice weak and strained.

He nods, driving off towards the frat house.

“I wouldn’t worry, you know.” he tells you, putting his hand on your thigh as he drives slow and carefully. You don’t object to his advances, in fact, it’s a comfort to feel his warm hand on your bitter flesh. Even his rough thumb stroking your skin is a welcome feeling. “It’s probably your ex, princess.”

“You think so?” you wonder. “I don’t know… he didn’t take the breakup well, but—”

“You never know what people will resort to when they’re heartbroken, baby.” he tells you, uneven eyes focus on you even as he drives. It makes you nervous, but his calm demeanour forces you to ignore it. You trust him, wholly. “Plus, he knows he lost the best thing that’ll happen to him in his pathetic life.”

“… Oli.” you smile, looking down at your knees as you try to avoid his cocksure stare.

He doesn’t say another word for the rest of the journey.

You come face to face with Lacey as you walk through the grandiose double doors. You feel like a guest of honour as you enter the castle that Oliver Aiku reigns over. Everyone is filled with warm smiles and happy faces as you see them. But your expression in return is feeble. You try to smile, but you’re so downtrodden, and Lacey immediately knows why.

She doesn’t even care that you don’t say hello when you run by her on the stairs and hurry to Oliver’s room. Oliver remains at the bottom while he watches you flee.

“She got another call.” he informs your roommate.

“Fuck.” she hisses through her teeth as she looks back up the stairs. Her voice is filled with remorse as she thinks things through. “I shouldn’t have left her alone; I knew she was—”

“S’alright, Lace,” Oliver smiles, his pristine pearly whites instantly put her at ease. “You can’t be with her every second, don’t blame yourself.” his eyes are so warm and full of love, she sees it every time he talks about you. He’s good for you, she thinks. He’s so sweet about you and he’s crazy about you.

“Give her our best.” Eita tells him, putting a hand on Lacey’s shoulder as they descend the stairs. “We’re going to smoke in the garden.”

“Enjoy yourselves, kids.” Oliver smirks, winking at them before chasing after you.

He sees you making yourself comfortable in his room. You’re already undressed, and you don’t care that he can see you. He doesn’t dare look away, either. But you don’t mind. He watches as you put on the mismatched pyjamas you threw into your bag, and he sits beside you on the bed after you collapse backwards onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna change my number,” you whisper. “I should have done that in the first place…”

“Good idea.” he agrees. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his hand rest atop your head, his thumb delicately stroking your forehead again and again. He swears he sees you fall asleep for a second before you scare yourself awake with a too heavy breath. “Should we get you that pizza?”

You nod, lightly.

“I’d like that.”

He’s the perfect gentleman. You’re lucky to know Oli, you think. That’s how you feel anyway, as he watches you in silence while simultaneously encouraging your efforts in getting your schoolwork done.

He was kind, and he was helpful. Telling you that you could take a break or stop all together for the evening when your food arrived. And so, you spent a good while making notes and studying textbooks.

“Atta girl.” he winks at you, teasingly, when you begin to scribble down words onto pages. “I’m proud of you, baby, don’t let that idiot get under your skin.”

“Thanks Oli, I—” you’re cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating. You look over your shoulder and back to the desk you’ve been sitting at for the last 35 minutes. “O-Oli…” you whimper, showing him your phone.

He sets his own phone down on his bedside cabinet as he focuses on yours. It’s them. Oliver takes your phone, eyes furrowed as he debates whether to answer or not - choosing to answer brazenly. He puts it on loudspeaker, if only so you can confirm it is indeed the man who’s been harassing you endlessly.

The breaths are heavy but also stifled. It’s like he’s trying to control himself. He’s trying to be quiet. Oliver looks at you for answers, but you don’t have any for him. You haven’t got a single solitary clue on how to deal with these calls anymore.

Nothing works.

“Keep messing with her, I’ll fuck you up.” he says sternly. He eyes you up to make sure you’re listening to him. He wants you, needs you, to know he’s going to protect you at any cost. “We know who you are, so knock it the fuck off.”

He presses the big red disconnect button and puts your phone down beside you on the desk. He’s a little taken aback when you rush into his arms, your head resting on his firm chest while your arms wrap tightly around his torso. His hand comes down gently on the crown of your head and hear him emit a soft chuckle. You can’t see the small smile etching its way across his face, but you know it’s there.

“I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, okay?” he assures you. You feel like a different person, with him. It’s like you’re having an out of body experience when you find yourself lunging forward on your tippy toes to place your lips against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. Not right away, at least. He holds your shoulders after a few seconds go by. “Where did that come from?” he smirks.

“I don’t know, sorry… I just—” you’re interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. You back away a little, smiling. “Saved by the bell.” you joke.

“I’ll go,” he closes the gap between you again, bending down to capture your lips in a soft, chaste kiss once again. “Find a movie or something, anything you want.” he whispers against your skin before parting from you.

You shiver, slightly, after he closes the door behind himself. The rational side of you knows that you’re fine. Nothing bad is going to happen right now. But you can’t help feeling safer with Oli around.

Maybe that’s why you kissed him.

You’re just so grateful to him.

“We should prob’ly go to sleep.”

You nod, agreeing when you see the time tick tick ticking on the plain black clock above his desk. A few hours had passed since the most recent call. You didn’t even pick a movie, you ended up watching some silly gaming videos on YouTube while you ate together.

It was divine.

And you can’t deny the possibility that it tasted better with a smile on your face and good company.

You get under the covers, your body feeling warmer as you watch Oliver circle the bed to turn off the light. He’d decided to forgo wearing anything to cover his chiselled body, and you suspect he did it on purpose.

The room is plunged into darkness until he uses the flashlight on his phone to guide his way back to bed. The mattress sinks behind you as he gets under the covers, and you only just manage to suppress a yelp when he presses his body against yours. You could quite literally dissolve under the pressure.

He smirks against the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he kisses you there, a desperate mewl escaping you in an instant. His hand rests on the curve of your hip, though his thick fingers begin to sink into your malleable flesh. You can’t even bring yourself to protest as you feel him not so subtly nudge his hips into you. And you can feel him.

“Oli… w-we shouldn’t.” you say, softly, the desperation clinging to your tongue gives away your true feelings instantly. You shouldn’t? That’s your opinion, clearly, as a rough hand winds its way around your body and up the baggy unflattering t-shirt you’d decided to wear.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against the hairs standing on end on the back of your neck. Words formulating in your mouth crumble to pieces when he squeezes the supple flesh of your breasts, alternating between them like he’s deciding which is his favourite. He experimentally rolls one of your nipples between his finger and thumb, and he’s mesmerised by the sound you release and the way you back your ass up against his aching length. He offers his own breathy sound in response. It’s almost a gasp. “You like this?” he wonders aloud despite knowing.

And you could cry as you nod.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. Since you’ve been loved.

And why should you put your needs on hold just because you’re a little scared?

“What about just the tip, princess?” he mutters, you feel your panties soak through as gravelly words enter your ear canal. He’s that desperate. He needs you that badly that he’s prepared to settle for just the tip. “Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand how much I need you, baby?”

“We r-really shouldn’t…” you tell him.

Even through the material of the top you’re wearing, you feel his rock hard body pressed heavily into your back. His hard-on makes you dizzy, you may as well be drunk from how much the room is spinning as you do all you can to resist.

“But you want to.” he tells you. He moves you onto your back and cages you in. He brushes his bulging sweats into your heat, his head drooping as he feels so close but so far to what he’s always wanted. Since the very moment he set his sights on you, he wanted this. “I can feel you, princess. You can feel me too, yeah?” he asks.

“Y-Yes, Oli… I feel you.”

“So stop fightin’ it.” he commands, though there’s a level of desperation interlaced with his words. He pulls down his sweats and his cock springs free, slapping against his abs and leaving a sticky smear against his tensing muscles. You whimper when he repeatedly taps his cockhead against your clit, even through the layers you’re wearing to cover it. Your toes curl. “Just the tip, sweetheart. C’mon, for me… been waiting so long for this.”

You don’t even answer before he hooks deft fingers into the waistline of your shorts. He leaves your panties, though. And you yelp as his fingers tease the pretty lace covering your drippy folds. He hums, he moans as his fingers run along the clothed length of your slit.

“You’re fucking soaking, baby. You need this cock, please. Let me fuck you. Why are you tryna deny yourself of a good time?”

And with that, you find yourself nodding dumbly.

He growls at your muted answer. It’s all he needs. It’s all he fucking needs and he’s happy his odd coloured eyes even manage to pick up on the gesture even in the dark. Could he have imagined it? He doesn’t know, nor does he care when your legs spread open for him like a flower once he moves your panties aside. The dewiness is cold against the crease of your thigh, but it’s barely noticeable as Oli spits down on your pulsing clit.

“Just the tip, o-okay?” you stutter.

“Mmm,” he answers. He hisses as your tight cunt swallows him, practically sucking in the head of his cock as soon as your entrance feels him. His eyes lose focus for a second and his breathing is erratic.

It’s happening.

It’s really happening.

He almost loses balance, hands settling on your bent knees so he can stabilise himself. You’ve been playing so hard to get for so long. And even you aren’t sure why.

He cups your face as he lowers his body on top of yours. His lips slot against your own as he kisses you passionately, though he breaks it soon enough.

“’m sorry.” he apologises. And you’re confused, only for a moment, before you feel his full-length plunge into your unprepped walls. Your hands fly to his back, nails digging and scratching over beautiful musculature and marking him like he’s yours “You’re fucking tight, baby.” he chuckles, kissing you again as his hips begin to gyrate.

“Oli, I said—”

“Don’t care.” he argues, already knowing what you’re about to say. “You feel too good. So tight f’me, princess. ‘n I’m making you feel good, yeah? Let me fuck you, stop thinking and take it.” he tells you, hips snapping harder to accentuate his point.

“Nngh—!” you moan, your nails still claw and mark at his back. He chuckles, darkly, as you draw blood. He doesn’t care, not in the least. He hadn’t expected you to be like this, but he can’t say he isn’t enjoying it. He kisses your neck as his thrusts get deeper and harsher. You feel his lips curve as you clench around him tighter.

He’s found your spot.

That perfect spot deep inside of your perfect cunt.

Your tight walls that now he’s certain were made for him to fuck. He pulls out, and it’s so brief. But the way you’re whimpering tells him how much of a good girl you are. You’re trained without even needing to cum. You’ve never been fucked so good.

After all of the sex you had with your ex, you didn’t know missionary could feel like this.

Doggy was always your favourite because it was the only time you could really feel anything with him. But this… you can feel him in your fucking throat. Your mind is blank as he pounds into you again and again at an unrelenting pace.

“Who’s making you feel good?” he mumbles into your ear. You feel close to passing out when he nibbles on your earlobe right after. Your cunt clenches and he laughs because he swears if you do that again you might actually break his cock. “Who’s fucking you so good, hm? Tell me who’s making your pretty pussy purr.”

“Y-You!” you gasp. “Oli, please! Please don’t stop.” you wail.

You can’t even feel embarrassed at the thought of anyone hearing you. Not when he’s dangling your first penetrative orgasm right in front of your face like a donkey with a hanging carrot. You mumble his name like it’s a prayer as he batters into your g-spot as if it were his soul reason for living.

“Waited too fuckin’ long for this,” he admits, the scruff of his facial hair scratches your skin as he gives you a filthy, sordid tongue kiss whilst continuing to assault the button deep within that will lead to your eventual ruin. And it’s close. It’s so fucking close and the two of you can feel it. “First time you’ve been fucked properly. That pathetic ex of yours—”

“D-Don’t,” you warn him, having no desire talking about your potential stalker when you’re so close to reaching your peak.

He grabs your face and squeezes until your lips pucker for him. Your eyes widen as he stares into them. You will listen to what he has to say, he’s making damn sure of it.

“Had a perfect pussy right in his face ‘n he didn’t know what to do with her.” he smirks. “No wonder you didn’t want him anymore.”

“Oli,” you sob. “Oli, please.”

“But I can make you cum.” he tells you. He frees your face and holds his hands under the bends of your knees. You feel every breath in your lungs escape as he folds you in half. He can’t help but laugh, not quite at your expense but it feels like that regardless. Only because he’s shocked. He can’t believe such a simple change could have you cumming so quickly for him. “Good girl, that’s it, baby.” he praises you.

“Haah, hah, aaaah! O-Oli! Mmmpf—!” you gasp, creaming around him pathetically as he drills his length in and out of you.

“I’ll make you cum t-that hard. Every fucking time, princess.” he stutters as he nears his own end. He isn’t sure, but he’s almost certain he sees your eyes cross as you cum for him. God you’re such a slut. He can’t believe you’ve been acting so coy and hard to get for so long. You’ll be addicted, now. You won’t be able to get enough now that you’ve experienced what a good fuck can really do for you. “Fuck. Fuuuuu-ck…” he finishes, still thrusting into you.

The warmth you feel coat your insides has your self esteem at an all time high. And you hate how much of a simple-minded girl you really are. As if guys won’t cum in anything they stick their dicks in if given the chance. And, still, you feel so special that Oliver Aiku chose you to be his own personal cum dump for the night.

His sweet words and ability to make you unravel make you feel more meaningful to him than you really are. He kisses you repeatedly before collapsing by your side. His seed dribbles out of your spent cunt and, now, you feel disgusting. But it doesn’t take long for him to catch his breath and move to spoon you again. He puts his softening length back inside, intent on keeping you plugged up with the goal of falling asleep like this.

“T-Thank you… Oli…” you whisper.

He doesn’t speak.

But a sweet kiss on your shoulder is all you needed from him.

“Oliver.” you whisper.

He grunts in response, and that’s all. You consider saying his name again. You consider saying it a little louder this time so he’ll hear you. But instead, you drop it. If anything, it’s probably a blessing. You raise your head a little to check where all of your belongings are. If he’s so out of it that he can’t even respond to his name, you should take the chance to sneak out before anyone can tease you about your antics.

You’re expecting an earful from Lacey. She’ll want to talk about every sordid detail. And, truthfully, you’d rather die. You’re embarrassed. You’re ashamed of yourself for even having sex on your mind when you’re dealing with a stalker.

The thought of the other guys seeing you is filling you with embarrassment, too. You know already without even seeing them that everyone knows what you did. You were so loud, both of you were. And in the moment, you didn’t care. Oliver didn’t either, but he’ll wake up not caring too.

Guys that hadn’t heard you fucking will have definitely been told by now. You’ll be greeted by smirks and torment on your way out of the frat. You should have known this would end up happening. It’s been obvious how much Oliver wanted this for a long time, and you held off, but last night you were weak.

So weak, and now you want to runaway from the scene of the crime.

You’re taken aback as you try and get out of bed but you’re pulled straight back into Oliver’s arms.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” he asks.

Fuck.

As if he couldn’t get any sexier, of course his morning voice is hot. It’s coarse and rugged and you instinctively melt back into his arms. You’ll tell him. You will tell him that you’re leaving. Right after you grind on him a little bit.

Just a little bit.

“I h-have to go,” you lie. “I’ve got things to do, Oli.”

“Mmm, don’t care. Got morning wood, feel it?” he asks. His arm snakes around your body and his palm flattens against your stomach so that your ass is pressed against his erection once again. “Can’t go ‘til you do something about it.”

“Oli I, aah, fu—! N-Not fair…” you mewl as his fingers dip into your panties and his fingers begin to play with your silky clit.

“Suck me off.” he commands, his touches on your clit become lighter and lighter until he stops completely. “I’ll finger you ‘til you’re droolin’ if you suck this cock f’me, princess.” he stuffs his wet fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself. It catches you off guard, and you sputter around them. But as he continues to finger fuck your face, you begin to mewl around his thick digits. “Good girl, just suck my cock like that.”

He reaches behind his head and throws a pillow to the ground for you. He lifts you so you’re facing him, and can’t quite believe how seamlessly he manages to carry and move you exactly where he wants.

And then you remember, he’s experienced.

He sits on the edge of the bed whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist as you make out. He bites your lip and encourages you to drop to the ground. You nod, reluctantly, worried that you won’t be able to give the performance he’s hoping for.

But regardless, he watches as you move the pillow across the floor and between his feet so you can kneel on it.

You whimper a little as your legs widen as you kneel, feeling last nights ejaculate slowly drip out of you and onto his fresh, pristine pillow. He doesn’t care, though. His dick is soaked from your cunt and his pre. And it’s all you can think about as he lightly slaps it against your nose and lips.

Your jaw loosens and your mouth is a perfect ‘O’ shape for him to slot into. His fingers lace through your hair as he slowly lowers you onto his cock. You hadn’t noticed in the dark, but he’s uncircumcised. You’ve never seen a dick like his before.

Your hand wraps around his length as you take him into your mouth, but you soon pull away again. You can’t believe how much easier it is to work someone with foreskin.

He smirks, seeing the thoughts go through your head. He’s so sensitive and receptive and you’re clueless. He’s practically putty in your hands and yet you think he’s the one in control. You’re so cute and naïve.

He loves girls like you.

“Suck it, princess.” he commands. “S’not a toy, y’know. Suck my dick clean.”

You clear your throat before sinking down onto his length once again, finding a steady rhythm to suck and lick and take him down your throat. He’s average length, but he’s girthy. It’s hard to take, honestly. Compared to your pencil-dicked ex, your eyes are watering and you’re doing anything and everything not to choke or gag.

He sees it, too, he’s got a perfect view as he tugs at your hair to make sure you’re keeping eye contact with him as you suck him dry.

“That’s a good slut,” he smirks through a heavy breath. “Take this dick, jus’ like that…” he continues.

Your thighs squeeze together as he degrades you. You don’t like it, you don’t like that you’ve become a slut after being his princess. But at the same time, you love it. You want to hear it again. So you take him deeper. And deeper.

“Such a dumb girl letting that loser ex of yours stick his dick in you.” he says, licking his lips as he pushes your head lightly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as the pressure of his hand intensifies until your nose brushes against brunette curls, and then squishes against his pubis. “And now he’s stalking you… what do you think he’d do if he knew you were sucking this cock?” he asks, his voice breathy and desperate as his hips start to buck.

You try to pull away, but the barely trying effort of his hand keeping you in place is somehow stronger. He coos as you stutter, struggling to breathe through the desperation.

“Breathe through your nose, stupid.” he tells you. “Good cock makes pretty girls like you real dumb.” he smiles.

He yanks at your hair until you’re fully removed from his cock. Pre and dribble pools from your mouth as you gasp desperately. You want to be mad at him, you want to tell him not to speak to you like that.

But you can’t.

Not when his lips are on yours and you feel yourself getting off from the idea of him tasting himself on your tongue. You’re breathless and out of words when he breaks it momentarily, and the sound of tacky masturbation is like a tidal wave in your ears.

“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” he asks, kissing you again before you can answer. You can’t answer when your head is so empty. Is that really what you are? It doesn’t matter, you suppose. He’s already decided for you. “God, don’t you have any self-respect? Don’t you think you deserve better than being a stupid slut for me?”

His face contorts as he jerks himself harder and faster. You’re too busy thinking about his question to notice, though. You suck his tip into your mouth before he forces you away. His intimidating glare telling you that he’s looking for an answer this time.

“M-Maybe…” you pout, eyes wet and wide as you wonder aloud. Do you deserve better? Isn’t this all your good for? He’ll keep you safe, at least. He seems to like you more than any other girl on campus. He’s the best fuck you’ve ever had and you’re way more into him than you’d ever let on.

And just the as word leaves your lips, he’s moaning boisterously. Your face painted in white, pearly cum. A showing of just how much worth you have in his eyes. It feels almost endless as he gives you a full facial, hissing as it drips from your eyelash and into your eye.

He scrapes some of it from your face and force feeds it into your mouth.

You’re disgusting, too, because you suck without question.

“Fuck, you’re nasty.” he laughs. He lifts you up from the ground and tosses you onto the bed with little care. You almost want to cry from the stinging sensation you feel in your eye. You should have left when you had the chance. Instead you’re starting off the morning and Oliver Aiku’s cum rag. You don’t feel much better when he throws your shorts at you. “Clean yourself up.”

You try your best, focusing the material around your eye area as you try to do some sort of damage control. You see him tuck his dick into his sweats with your unaffected eye, and he swaggers towards the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

“I’ll get you a towel, wait here.” he tells you.

He hastens down the stairs and walks into the kitchen. The frat is bare, he suspects most of the guys must still be in bed. Though as soon as he rounds the corner, he notices Eita sitting at the kitchen table. They share a knowing smirk, silently celebrating the fact that Oliver finally got what he wanted out of you.

Oliver pours himself a bowl of cereal, leaning against the counter as he crunches it between his teeth. Eita looks up from his phone after a few moments of silence and finally speaks.

“Did you fuck her, then? Or—”

“Fucked her stupid. ‘n she sucked me off this morning.” he smirks, slurping the milk on his spoon as he thinks about your pretty face covered in his seed. “All thanks to you, my friend.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eita laughs, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and igniting it with a lighter from his pocket.

“No no, really, thank you.” he laughs, “I got to be her knight in shining armour when you called her last night. She was so easy to fuck after that.” he grins, holding a fist out for him to bump. Eita chuckles, trading which hand holds his cigarette before returning the gesture.

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Eita laughs, scrolling through his phone. “Look,” he shows his screen to Oliver. He can only laugh when he sees yet another article about the psycho serial killer that has made your anxiety worse than it already would be with a stalker on the loose.

“I’m not the one killing girls, am I?” Oliver comments, “Just scaring one girl with some heavy breathing.” he shrugs.

Even he isn’t twisted enough to think whoever this local serial killer is isn’t completely fucked up. But he can’t deny that it started happening at the perfect time. After he set his plan in motion to be your stalker. After he planted a seed in your mind that he’d always be there for you if you needed him. He’d always protect you no matter what happened, and he wasn’t about to let this stalker get to you.

You fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. You’re even starting to suspect your stupid limp dick ex because he told you to suspect him. Oliver Aiku, the guy who’s always around when you need him most. The guy who’s always just a phone call or text message away. The guy who’s always offered to be by your side and jump in harms way to protect you.

Oliver wasn’t even on your radar.

Perfect Oliver.

Sweet Oliver.

© 2024 rinhaler

#oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku smut #oliver aiku x you #aiku x reader #aiku smut #aiku oliver x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x fem!reader #tw smoking #tw stalking #tw manipulation #tw dubcon #tw coercion #tw praise #tw degradation

[nieceeee]

“Always Mine”

Pairing: bestfriend!ony x reader, your friends are confused on exactly how far this relationship goes. And it doesn’t help that they come over and you’re walking out of his bedroom

W/C: 808

A/N: honestly I need to get back on my zoom lmao but here is some cute simple fluff that i definitely need to expand on, I’ll be working on my master list. Black coded, reader has curly hair, fluff. We love bestie Ony and his forehead kisses… that’s all really.

Shoutout to @kritetakes for staying on me lol.

Tags: @iloveblogging2 @marshallowy @laylasbunbunny

The sound of knocking pulled Ony from his sleep. He groaned, opening his eyes and slightly adjusting to the sliver of light shining in from behind the curtains. Another knock came from the living room. Ony rolled his eyes at the sound. He was sleeping so peacefully. He raised up slightly only to feel the weight on his arm. He looked down at his arm and that’s where he saw you. You were wrapped around him, your thick curly hair splayed out around your face. Ony smiled to himself at the sight of you. He had missed moments like this when he was gone. Sleepless nights laid up talking about absolutely nothing and late mornings laughing about your bad decisions. Ony smiled to himself as he ran his fingers gently down your cheek. Your brows knitted together in your sleep as you felt the tingles. Ony chuckled softly at the gentle whimper that escaped you. He slipped his arm from underneath you, tossing his feet over the side of the bed. The doorbell rang twice.

Ony felt his irritation again as he rose up, slipping into his Nike slides he made his way to the door. “I don't think she’s here.” A female voice said from the other side of the wood. Ony unlocked the door and opened it, stepping into view. The girls eyes widened at him, their gaze traveling up his bare chest before catching his face. “Can I help you?” Ony asks them. “Uh, I- I think we have the wrong place. We are looking for y/n. Sorry to bother you.” The tall blonde girl in front spoke first. “Oh, yeah she’s here. Y’all can come in and I’ll get her.” Ony says widening the door so they could come in. He turned and walked back towards the bedroom to wake you but you were already walking out of the room.

“Bruh, is that my t shirt?!” Ony asks looking you over. You had woken up to find him gone from the bed. You had thrown one of his oversized t shirts that you loved to wear over your sports bra and shorts and made your way into the living room to find him. “Yes, and what about it?” You said putting a hand on your hip. He shook his head at you. “You better be glad I love you prettygirl. I’m going back to bed.” He walks over to you and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before making his way back to the bedroom. “Uh, care to explain what’s going on?” Annie teased. Her, Mikasa, and Sasha stood in front of you with varying faces of shock. “Y’all doing too much. Me and Ony are just friends.” You say walking to your bedroom. They followed close behind you. “Did you not just come from his bedroom? And are you not wearing his clothes? Like what’s really going on?” Sasha urges. “I mean this is common behavior.” You laugh. “I sleep in his room most of the time. I mean unless he is dating somebody then of course we don't do all that.” You shrug.

“Okay, so what about the whole nickname thing? The ‘Prettygirl’ stuff? What’s up with that.” Annie asks. “What about it?” You ask. “Girl…” Mikasa said with a straight face that made you laugh. “It’s nothing yall. Ony has been calling me that since we were kids. It was the first thing he ever said to me.” You recount the day. You had been at an event with your father and his business partners. Most of the kids were a lot older so you kept to yourself, sitting on a swing outside, enjoying the air. Then a little chocolate boy walks up to you with a big smile on his face. He held out his hand to you and said, “hey pretty girl”. You were intrigued as much as shocked at the time but you took his hand and followed him. Ony walked around the entire event calling you his prettygirl to anyone who would listen. “And yeah,” you concluded, “It just stuck from there. I’ve been his prettygirl since I was 8 years old.” You friends look at you in awe. “Whaaaat?” You groan. “Y/n that is so fucking cute.” Sasha squeals. You find yourself cracking up with them. It wasn't anything major to you, it was just you and Ony. That’s how you were with one another. Two halves of the same coin, intertwined together in life and love. He was your bestfriend and would always be that way.

From the shared apartment to growing up together. Even the matching jewelry and the studded chain with the O pendant hanging off your neck. Ony wasn’t your man. But he was yours as you were his. But you were still just best friends..

At least that’s what you told your heart.

#aot x reader #aot x y/n #x black fem reader #x reader #Ony x reader #Ony x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #aot onyankopon #aot fluff #aot

[carlsdarling]

Being with Carl Grimes headcanons

Giving my fellow Carl people a sexy alphabet. Hope you enjoy it :) Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

A – Aftercare

Carl is very loving and affectionate. After you both finished, he hugs you tightly and enjoys feeling your heart beating against his own. Cleaning up is not a priority for him, nor for you, so you usually fall asleep sticky and sweaty.

B - Body

Carl loves your belly and the curve of your waist to your hips and thighs. He can't stop looking at that part of your body. He also loves to cum on your belly.

C - Cum

Carl prefers to cum inside you, either in your pussy or in your mouth, but as long as he can cum anywhere on you, he's happy.

D – Dirty Secret

Carl has his secret fantasies about dominating and "punishing" you, especially when he is jealous. But it would never occur to him to hurt you.

He also secretly watched Beth changing her clothes in jail and jerked off.

E - Experience

He was completely inexperienced when the two of you got together, but he was so willing to learn. Now Carl is very experienced and knows exactly what he is doing.

F – Favourite position

You riding him and missionary. Carl wants to be able to kiss you and look at you while he fucks you, and it excites him a lot when you stroke him while he does it, brushing his hair back and moaning in his ear.

G - Gentle

Carl is usually very gentle unless you both feel needy, then it gets rougher and you both enjoy it.

H - Hair

He trims his pubes every now and then so they don't get in the way when you suck him off, but he doesn't really care.

I - Intimacy

Carl loves to lie in bed with you for hours, cuddling, talking and having sex over and over again.

J – Jack off

He hardly ever does it now because you literally can't keep your hands off each other. In the past, before Rick's group came to Alexandria and you met, he did it regularly.

K - Kink

Carl has some kind of a cum kink. He loves to see his jizz running out of you after sex and staining the bedding or the car seat, or spreading on your skin, he also gets excited when he ejaculates so much that it runs out of your mouth after you suck him off.

L - Location

Anywhere reasonably safe. But never outdoors outside Alexandria. Carl thinks that's too dangerous; he can't relax then.

M – Motivation

His sex drive is very high. He is 18, what else do you expect? ;) The smallest sign makes him get hard.

N – No Go

Humiliate you, beat you or fecal games.

O – Oral

He loves giving as much as receiving. When he eats you out, it drives him crazy how you squirm under him, clawing your fingers in his hair and begging to finally have him inside you.

P – Pace

It depends on what mood you are both in. From slow and sensual to fast and hard, Carl is flexible.

Q - Quickies

Often quickies are the only way for you to be intimate, so yes, he likes them. But preferably he has a lot of time and comfort to do it several times in a row.

R - Risk

He is definitiely a risk taker when it comes to someone potentially catching you in the act. You've already done it in various places in Alexandria - in the grass behind the horse stables, in the toolshed (you were sitting on a table with your legs wrapped around Carl's hips), once even in the dark on the wall.

S - Stamina

He can do it very often, you are constantly breaking your own records; currently the record stands at eleven times a day. You are just extremely horny for each other.

T – Time

Several times a day, unless you are on your period.

U – Unfair

Carl always tries to make you cum as often and as long as possible before he cums himself. Jokingly, he sometimes complains that this is unfair.

V - Volume

He is very loud no matter where you do it.

W – Wildcard

At one occasion, the two of you went on a tour and had a wild time in the back seat of the car very close to the Sanctuary, knowing that Negan's people could have shown up at any time.

X – X-Ray

He is a bit over average, but not much, his cock just fits you perfectly.

Y – Yes

Carl says yes to anything you want to do with him.

Z - Zzzzz

He prefers to fall asleep naked and cuddled up with you. If you have had sex at home, it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.

#carl grimes smut #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes imagines #carl fanfiction

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Jason Voorhees/F!Darling: First Love

Because Jason is triggered into killing if he sees people having sex, and because his one real positive figure is his mom Pamela, I think he'd only develop an obsession for a Darling in a very specific circumstance. Like I'm imagining her coddling him and talking about how he'll grow up into a handsome young man, and that ALL the girls will probably faint at the sight of him (ironically, she would be right). But that he shouldn't be so sinful and lustful about it! No, no. Only a woman like her can be her precious Jason's wife. Most women are rotten little harlots. He needs to look for a girl who's kind, gentle, not at all sinful, and who would make a good momma just like her.

Pamela never liked talking about Jason's father, but she did say that Jason is a million times better than he ever was. One day he came back to the house with a fistful of flowers and she just about cried from happiness (after he drowned, she kept them hung upside down in her house so that they would always last). Or when he would shuffle to try and open the door for her, she'd praise him for being such a chivalrous little man. So years later, when he sees a woman sitting by the lake one autumn, drawing or writing and enjoying the same scenery his mother loved, he can't help but stare from afar.

He stalks her throughout the day until seeing her come back to a section of the woods closer to one of the main roads leading to the ruins of the camp. These prefab cabins were originally meant to be a tasteless tourist trap for curious ghost hunters after the first set of murders, but were quickly abandoned after Jason was revealed to be very real, VERY dangerous, and the surrounding real estate becoming very unprofitable due to the high murder rate.

When he peeks inside, he sees the woman talking on a landline and listens in.

"Hey Mom, it's me. I'm back in the cabin--no, I'm alright, I swear! I told you, whatever Jason is, he won't be interested in anyone not wearing a camp counselor's uniform. I'm just here for a cheap summer vacation, some alone time, and some inspiration. Something about being somewhere so serene while knowing the brutal history behind it is...well, I hope it sparks something." She settles down on the couch and continues to chat with her mother, never noticing Jason eavesdropping as night starts to fall.

"I'm not going out there at night, I promise. I mean I'm not superstitious, but I don't want to make you worry anymore than you already are, haha...Yes, Mama, I've been locking the doors every night....YES, Mama, I brought my pepper spray and my knife...Though if a ghost-zombie was gonna come at me, I don't think it'd do much--Mama, of COURSE I'm being responsible! I can't look out for my safety and make a joke? Ok, ok, I'm sorry." She smirks and curls up on the couch. "Though I'm pretty sure he doesn't kill virgins, so I should be fine if he shows up. We can chat about everything we have in common: lack of bedroom experience, lover of the wilderness, uber-protective moms..."

She holds the phone away from her ear as a loud angry outburst comes from the speaker. Her reply is deadpan. "Yes ma'am, I'll smack myself on the head since you aren't here to do it yourself." She lightly pats her head and yawns; the sound makes Jason think of the kittens he had played with when he was younger.

"I'm gonna head to bed. I'll call you in the morning, ok? Yeah, by 10 am, I promise. And when I head out, too. Yes ma'am, and no more smartass comments until I'm back home safe...Love you too, Mama."

Jason watches her put the phone back onto the receiver and then walk into another room. He skulks around the outside and sees her in a modest bedroom, taking off her socks and the rest of her clothes.

He cocks his head and stares, breathing heavily and feeling strangely warm. Whenever he saw the other fornicators at the camp, he'd never felt anything like this. A woman's body was just a body, and those wicked women's bodies were just there to be cut down. But this one wasn't wicked, at least he didn't think so yet. This one was...lovely. He couldn't stop staring, breathing, and feeling his belt strain against--

He heard his mother shriek in his ear. "JASON VOORHEES!"

He ducked down underneath the window frame and covered the eye slits of his mask. He wasn't being lustful, Mama! He was just admiring her, like a pretty flower. Maybe he can keep her, just like the flowers Mama had kept in the house. Something pretty and pure, all for himself.

"If you look at her like that, you'll defile her," Mama hissed. "You need to make her an honest woman first, like me. You aren't to look at her like that until you've courted her, put your ring on her finger, and made her your wife. And if you even think about something as disgusting as fornicating with her before you're married, you'll both burn in Hell, young man!"

He hesitantly moved back up to check if his Flower was decent, and saw that she was thankfully now wearing a set of pajama shorts and a faded t-shirt. When his eyes wandered to her exposed thighs, he quickly forced his gaze upwards to avoid another scolding from his mother. Flower shivered from the nighttime breeze whistling through a drafty corner of the room and she slips something else on over her head. Jason's eyes widen behind the mask--a cable-knit sweater, as soft and warm as her skin must be.

Just like his Mama.

She stretched her arms and for a moment, the way they're outstretched makes Jason think she really might be an angel. Once she turned out the lights in the living room and curled up in bed with a book, Jason set off into the forest to start courting her. He's going to make Mama so proud, marrying a pretty Flower and fulfilling that wish to become a Grandma. He's gonna be a good boy, a good beau, a good husband, and a good father...

The next morning, ____ made her first phonecall check-in of the day with her mother after breakfast and headed out for a day of hiking and relaxing by the lake again. When she opened the door and stepped outside, she stopped and froze as her foot landed on something damp and she heard a strange jangling sound from the doorknob. "What the fuck?"

The entire porch had been covered with handfuls of green pine needles and flowers yanked out of the ground, some with the roots and clumps of soil still attached. She looked at the doorknob and saw a loop of fishing line with various bits and bobs tied to it: beads from other random pieces of jewelry, bottlecaps, animal teeth, bird feathers, and a pendant in the middle made of bone. A small brown heart had been smudged onto it, and ____ prayed that it was just paint or muddy water.

She immediately ran back inside and slammed the door shut, locking all three locks and trying not to hyperventilate. Her chest tightened as she racked her brain for what to do--call the police? Yes. Definitely. Even if it's just a prank from some asshole locals or something, it's worth having someone with a gun coming around to look into it.

From the bushes nearby, Jason was watching her pace back and forth in the cabin while holding the phone.

"I already told you, it's Crystalside Cabins, Number 3," Flower said irritably. "It's on an unpaved road, it's about...I don't know, a quarter of a mile from the lake? I--yes, I know that pranks are common around here, but I would really appreciate it if an officer could come here and check things out...No laws broken, are you kidding me!? What if the bones on the necklace are from a corpse or something!?" She scoffed and listened to the officer, shaking her head in disbelief. "With this kind of incompetence, I'm surprised the body count in this town isn't even higher. Maybe Jason Voorhees and his mother started this up just to see if you'd get out of your chairs for something that wasn't a pie stolen from a windowsill or a cat stuck in a tree!" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "No, ma'am, I'm not trivializing the work of suburban police officers--yes, ok, I know that local teens like to mess with people who visit the town, but I really don't feel safe knowing some strangers know I'm in this secluded location all by myself.."

She finally huffed and held a hand up. "Fine, fine, you'll make an official report and give it to someone. Great. I'll thank you now since my severed head won't be able to say it later, you've been such a great help. Don't strain yourself, wouldn't want to waste those tax dollars."

Jason looked at the necklace and bouquets left on the porch, and then back to his Flower. She didn't like his presents? Or maybe she was just scared. Most people were afraid of him, but she wasn't most people. She was his beau, but now she was upset and calling the police.

Flower crossed her arms and stared at the front door, chewing her bottom lip and wondering what to do. "It probably is just a prank," she muttered to herself. "Just some cheeky asshole kids trying to mess with a tourist." She took a few steps forward and opened the door, preparing to sweep away all the plants and throw away the creepy necklace, but she stopped just as her fingers curled around one of the beads. It was likely just a prank, but...maybe, on the scientifically impossible off-chance that this was the undead spirit/corpse of a serial killer...throwing away his creepy present would probably make him angry.

She stared at the necklace in her hand, almost holding her breath as she thought about what to do. "Fuck it," she sighed. "I'd rather be gullible and dumb in the eyes of some high schoolers than risk pissing off...whatever he's supposed to be." Reluctantly, she put the necklace on and headed back inside to slip her pepper spray and knife into her backpack before going out.

Jason's breath hitched when he saw his Flower wearing her present. She looked so pretty with it on. She liked it. She wanted him to court her. "Of course she does," Mama cooed. "A handsome, chivalrous, strong man like you? She's lucky to have my little boy's affections. Now go on back home now, Jason, you need to get everything ready for tonight when you bring her home to meet me."

#yandere jason voorhees #.jason voorhees #.myshit #fem darling #yes this will continue but Sloot needs sleep #yandere friday the 13th #.friday the 13th

[doritochoi]

After party | P.S

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

genre: smut , non-idol!au

warnings: guns, pet name ( slut, pretty girl, love, kitten etc..), seonghwa is a bad boy lol , ass smacking bcz hwa likes it a lot, unprotected sex

wordcount: 1k

summary: you were in the club celebrating your friend's birthday, then a strange noise was heard and you were about to get killed by someone, but he saves you .

a/n: hi guys! i want to know how are my fanfics . Dont be shy write in the comments :) Suggest me anything i will try to do it ! Thank you for all the support and likes . Ily <3

Celebrating a birthday party in a club can't be that bad, right? Well.. that's what you thought..

You entered in the most famous club in Seoul, everything smelled like cigarettes ,alcohol drinks and making out sessions, but the most important thing is that you came here to have fun with your friends, you don't care about anything .

Time passed very quickly, and you were sitting alone at the bar looking at people dancing on the dance floor. Your friend, Amber came to you looking a bit confused.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Come on, join us! , she said with a glass of whiskey in her hands.

"Nah..i already had a shot, plus you know i can't drink too much"

"Hmm, fine im going to them-"

A loud noise of guns disturbed the atmosphere and all the walls were full of bullet marks. You started to freak out so bad and got under a table, but someone shot the table pushing it aside. You were on the ground and that guy pointed the gun at you .

You screamed really loud and the tall figure grabbed your neck and tried to suffocate you , luckly a guy shouted his name and he released you making your neck to hurt a little.

"Woo, leave her alone." ,a voice came from the shadows looking at you. His siren eyes were extremely gorgeous. You couldn't see his face so well because he was wearing a mask but you can say a thing . He was so fucking handsome. He was coming towards you moving his hips seductively.

"Did he hurt you?" again he was speaking with a sweet voice making your knees to turn into jelly. You trembled when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah.. I am"

"Okay" he smiled at you making you weak.

"Its too late to ask for a name, pretty girl?

"Its Y/n"

"How pretty...just like you" all you could do was look at him and admiring all his features.

"Uhm..well i have to go..i need to call my friend,bye!" you packed your things and walked away like you didn't even know each other.

"Just wait...you will be mine" he was saying looking at you how you leave the club.

When you were outside ,you were about to call a cab, but someone puts a cloth on your face making you closing your eyes. All you could see was that you were dragged in a van.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room.You tried to get out of bed but someone opens the door. It was him. The handsome man who tries to flirt with you at the club.

"W-what do you want creppy guy ? Why I am here?" he was loosening his tie heading towards you.

"Seonghwa, I'm Seonghwa. Don't raise your voice at me, darling."

"Oh really? I didn't know you were this kind of guy ,trying to flirt with me then i am here kinapped by you . What the fuck do you want?

Seonghwa couldn't wait any longer and he smashed his lips on yours and kissed you hungrily making you kiss him back.

"No one can resist me , you will see kitten"

After saying these words, he kissed you again, devouring each part of your lips. He kissed you so much that you both fell on the bed, him being on top of you. Hwa stopped and let his hands speak for him as they travelled over your dress and in one blink the dress was gone.You were only in your red underwear.

"How did you know thats my fav color?" you blushed a little , your cheeks turning into pink.

He undressed himself as well making your eyes sparking and looking at his bare torso, admiring his toned muscles while he unbuckled his belt. Then he turned his attention towards you ,kissing your neck leaving there a bunch of hickeys. He moved to kiss your tummy and going with that tongue down until in reaches your thighs.

"Please" you cried as you threw your head back, desperately pleaded for more.

"I didn't even touch you and your already wet? What a slut you are"

"Please ,i want more " you begged him like a kid wanting some candy"

"Patience ,darling" you pouted at his answer and in the next second you felt his hot breath against your wet pussy.It felt like absolute heaven.

"So wet for me , i like it"

He peppered kisses there then goes to your face and kissed you with his plump lips .

"A-ah why did you stop? Im gonna cu-"

You couldn't even finish your question because you felt something moving inside you.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out, sucking your lower lips until it bleeds. Of course he could, he didn't even have to ask. Seonghwa grabbed your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to thrust in you.

Your orgasm came out of nowhere, sending shocking waves of pleasure on your body . Then he grabbed one of your breast and start to massage it .You were moaning a mess. If someone asks you right now whats the best thing you done ,you can say that you fucked up with someone that you dont know. He was good at sex , ofc he was but the things he does to you,he didnt do at other girls. Maybe you were his soulmate.

"Shit. I'm so close."

"Love , wait a bit more"

After a while you were in a doggy style position with him, pleading him to go harder.

"Baby count" when it came to sex Seonghwa always has his magic, he always likes to slap your ass while you count so he did this again.

"1..2..3..4....50"

He slapped you so hard that you were crying a mess wanting his cock to be inside you again. But he begin to fuck you ,this time more harder feeling how you two came in the same time .

He dropped himself on the other side of the bed with messy hair and sweat all over his body. You've never seen such a beautiful man like him.

"Next time" he whispered

"Next time i will take you out , I promise " ,you laughed at him

"Okay" he hugged you this time tighter and you melted in his touch.

Maybe it was a good idea to have a night stand with him :)

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa smut #seongwha

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybe part of the Teenagers series but like imagine Miguel walking into Reader’s room and Reader is in Hobie’s lap and they’re having an intense make out sesh and Hobie’s shirt is like already off or something. And Miguel, respecting them, just walks out and quietly shuts the door and he just wants to wash his eyes out with soap-

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟓

Can’t believe my mini series turned out to be 15 parts 😭

Making out, light grinding (w clothes on.), Hobies shirt is the only thing that’s off, Miguel’s a tired dad

Hobie knocked on the door, Miguel opened it up. He hadn’t talked to you much since you told him about your powers. And he was still just shocked.

He didn’t want this life for you, he wanted a life where you didn’t have to worry about things like that, he did his job for you, and so you and everyone else can live a happy live.

“Hey Mr. O’Hara.” Hobie said.

He just opened the door more so Hobie could step in.

“I’m going to work, let her know. And keep the door open.” He mumbled, as he closed the door behind him.

Hobie shrugged to himself and walked to your room. You were playing spiderman, and he just shook his head and laughed when he entered.

“Hobie!” You said, looking up from the game and jumping up from the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back.

“Why do you need to play a spiderman game, when your dad and your boyfriend are both spider people?”

“Well, if it makes you feel better I’m playing as you.” You kissed his cheek, sitting back on the bed with him.

“That oddly does make me feel better.”

After a while of that, you and him just talked, as you both laid down, staring and talking to each other.

You laughed at one of his jokes and he couldn’t resist you anymore. He quickly moved to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You kissed him, and you both sat up now, you straddled him and he moaned into the kiss.

He quickly took his shirt off, and his hands were in your hair. You moaned when he bit your neck, marking it. You slightly grinded against him, he smirked. But, You didn’t hear Miguel open the door. He stood there, breath stopping as he slowly backed up outside, silently closing the door.

He mumbled under his breath as he went into his room, pacing around the room.

“No puedo mas, No puedo mas. What the hell am I gonna do with her?” He mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

“These kids.”

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[jiihu]

﹅ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲; 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗻

﹅ summary — you and chaewon are in a friends with benefits type of relationship. once chaewon suspects that you may be falling in love, she quickly breaks it off.

﹅ content — angst, friends with benefits

﹅ word count — 3.3k

As I woke up, I looked over and saw Chaewon sleeping peacefully beside me. I felt a smile spread across my face as I took my hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, trailing my hand down to her shoulder. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from her, letting out a huff of air. “Of course, I end up doing the one thing I’m not supposed to,” I mumbled, feeling my heart sink as I stared at Chaewon. All of a sudden, her eyes shot open and I jumped back in surprise, letting out an awkward laugh. “Oh, good morning. You scared me.” She stared at me for a second before sitting up in the bed, stretching backward onto the bed frame.

“Yeah, good morning,” she dryly said, refusing to make eye contact with me. I watched as she stood up, picked her clothes up from the floor, and quickly dressed. She walked into the bathroom without sparing me another glance, and I heard the water turn on after a couple of minutes of her being in there.

“That’s… weird,” I muttered to myself, putting on my slippers and heading to the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen and took out a few pots and pans from under the counter, setting them on the stove and grabbing a few breakfast ingredients from the refrigerator. As I was turning on the stove, I heard the bathroom door creak open, followed by Chaewon slinking out of the bathroom with a bag, as if she was trying to hide something. “Oh, perfect! I was just about to ask you if you had any special requests for breakfast.” I observed her as she stared at me with an unreadable expression, her arms folded across her chest. “Do you?”

“No, I’m…,” she trailed off, shifting in place. “I have somewhere to be, sorry. Don’t wait up tonight.” She rushed off, quickly pulling the front door open and shut behind her. I turned around to the array of pots and ingredients behind me, feeling my stomach churn as I had lost my appetite. I began thinking back to our previous encounters, wondering if I had done something to cause her to act this way. I shook my head, concluding that she must’ve had a bad day, or something else probably upset her. I thought about texting her to ask, but I knew that she was already a very secretive person, let alone the fact that she wouldn’t share anything with me out of all people. When Chaewon and I started this arrangement, she made it clear that we were just friends with benefits, nothing more, nothing less, so I try not to encroach on her personal life too much.

I took in a deep breath as I walked towards the bathroom to get ready for my day, opening the door to an almost spotless room. I looked around as I realized that Chaewon’s toothbrush, skincare, and spare clothes were all missing. My heart started pounding in my chest as thoughts started spiraling around inside my head. “Did I do something wrong?” “Is this the end of us?” I continued to do my morning routine and ignored the feeling of dread in my chest, deciding that I would confront Chaewon about it later.

Later on that day, I figured that something had happened to make Chaewon upset since she hadn’t texted me since the morning that she left. I sat on a bench outside of a store, tossing my phone in between my hands as I debated if I should text her first or not. I thought about the pros and cons of texting first; the pros being that maybe she would appreciate the fact that I realized that something was wrong, and the cons being that I might be annoying her even more. I chewed on my lips as I stared at the fountain in front of me, bouncing my leg up and down. I watched as a child ran over to a fountain, throwing a coin into it. “I wish for all the money in the world!” The mom let out a laugh and ruffled the child’s hair, pulling her away from the fountain. I stood up from my seat, grabbed a random penny from the ground, and walked over to the fountain, pinching it between my fingers.

“This better work,” I grumbled, tossing the coin into the fountain. After I threw it in, I stared at it as it sunk, letting out a humorless laugh as I shook my head. “I don’t even know what I’m wishing for,” I sighed, scratching the top of my head, “but I hope it gives me good luck.” I opened my phone and clicked Chaewon’s name, my heart pounding in my chest as it rang. In about 3 rings, Chaewon finally picked up with an already irritated-sounding “hello”. “Chaewon, hi! I was wondering if you wanted to do something today? Like, I don’t know, maybe shopping or getting something to eat. Sorry if you’re busy, I just wanted to know…” I trailed off, already starting to feel awkward at my rambling. I heard her take a deep sigh before she responded.

“I have something to do now. I already promised someone that we would hang out today.” I paused, taking in her words as I felt that sinking feeling in my chest again. I thought about how to respond, not wanting to sound too desperate, but also not wanting to sound too uninterested.

“That’s fine! I’m still free later if you change your mind. Or we could always choose another day. You know I never have any plans anyway.” I tried to joke to lighten the mood, but I was met with silence on Chaewon’s end once again.

“Listen, Y/N. I really don’t want to hang out with you. I thought I already made it clear that we were just having sex, no strings attached. I’m sorry but if you’re looking for anything more, I think it’d be best if we end this here.” I felt my heart shatter as I heard these words from Chaewon. I knew that it wasn’t idealistic to fall for her in the beginning, but it felt impossible not to the longer we knew each other. I quickly hung up after hearing these words, not wanting her to hear the heartbreak in my voice. I stood up from my seat, turned around, and decided to cut the day short and go home since I no longer had any desire to be out of the house after that. As I was walking home, my phone started ringing and I felt my heart start pounding, thinking that it was Chaewon. When I looked down at it, I realized it was Kazuha and I let out a breath of relief.

“Hey, Zuha,” I answered, cringing at how exhausted my voice sounded.

“Y/N, are you okay? I heard what happened from Chaewon. Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with her? She always treats people like this!” She snapped, tired of telling me this multiple times.

“I know, Zuha. I didn’t mean to though. It just happened.” She sighed, taking a deep breath before she spoke again.

“Whatever, just come over tomorrow. We can do something fun to take your mind off of her.” She insisted, and I could tell she was smiling from the way she was speaking. I accepted her offer and hung up, walking back to my house and thinking back on Chaewon’s words again. As I thought about them, I felt embarrassed that she caught onto my feelings that quickly. I assumed that I was hiding them pretty well, but she immediately knew. Once I got home, I debated with myself about whether I should go to the dorms or not. Although I did want to see Kazuha, I didn’t want to have to see Chaewon again so soon because my heart was still aching from her words. I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep, figuring that I would decide what to do in the morning.

As I sat up from my bed, blinking the sleep away, I felt the blissfulness of waking up being ripped away from me after I remembered the conversation I had with Chaewon. I sat on my bed and stared off into space until I remembered that Kazuha invited me over to the dorm. I shook my head, standing up to head towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even if I didn’t want to see Chaewon, I didn’t want to use that as an excuse to ignore Kazuha, so I figured that I might as well go see her. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard my phone start ringing. I looked over to see who was calling me, and I saw that it was Chaewon. I cringed at the hearts that I put beside her nickname, the events yesterday happening so fast that I didn’t think to change it. When I picked up the phone, I didn’t say anything and waited for her to speak.

“Y/N,” she simply said, her voice sounding cheerier than yesterday as if nothing happened.

“Yes?” I questioned her, wondering why she called me if she had nothing to say. I heard her pause and then a deep breath as if she was nervous before she spoke.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over today? For,” she paused, seemingly turning over as I heard the sheets rustling in the background, “you know.” I scoffed, staring down at my phone in disbelief.

“Actually, I don’t know,” I sneered, upset that she was brushing by yesterday's events like they never happened.

“Y/N, I’m horny,” she whined into the speaker, making sure to keep her voice hushed so the girls wouldn’t hear her.

“Chaewon, I’m,” I paused, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m not doing this today. Just get someone else to do it, okay?” I quickly hung up after my words, taking a deep breath and feeling my heart pounding. This was the first time that I had ever said no to Chaewon, and I felt anxious as if I had done something wrong. I went into the bathroom again to get dressed to go to the dorms, with no interruptions this time.

While I brushed my teeth, I sat and thought about the relationship that Chaewon and I shared. We had known each other for a long time at this point, and once we started this arrangement, Chaewon told me not to fall in love, yet I did it anyway. I don’t think that she was a bad person for this, but I couldn’t help but feel as if I was robbed of a relationship. It felt like I had wasted too much time of my life on someone who would never be able to love me the way that I love them. Even though this had become toxic for me a long time ago, I couldn’t muster up the courage to stop talking to her. I felt as if I had something to prove to her; to prove that I could handle this without falling in love. Even though I knew that I had some traits that would make this just about impossible, being a hopeless romantic and too eager to please, I was naive and believed that Chaewon would fall in love with me during this, and I wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. I thought about the times when she called me during the late hours of the night, and I would drop everything to come be with her, whether it be because she had a nightmare, or just because she needed someone to use and throw away again. As I thought about this, I felt my remorse disintegrate, this being the first time I dared to stand up to her.

After I was done, I sent a quick text to Kazuha letting her know that I was on the way, and I headed out the door. When I left the house, I decided to take the scenic route instead of the sidewalk by the busy street. I paid more attention to the scenery this time, and it felt as if I had a new set of eyes. I was able to enjoy the world around me without feeling like I had a ton of weight on my shoulders, able to slow down and smell the roses without feeling as if I had to rush to meet Chaewon before she didn’t want to see me anymore. Since the dorms were only 5 minutes away, I was there before I knew it and I used the ID that Chaewon gave me since I didn’t have facial recognition. I walked in and headed to the elevator, feeling like I could pass out at any moment from nervousness. I made it to their door and knocked on it, looking down at my shoes to try to shake the anxiety off. I heard the door unlock and I looked up to see Yunjin with a bright smile on her face. “Oh my god, Y/N, it’s been so long!” She exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. I reciprocated her hug, her blonde locks brushing across my face as I smelled a faint scent of strawberries.

“I know. I haven’t seen you guys in forever,” I pouted, slipping in the door beside her as she shut it.

“Probably because Chaewon’s been trying to keep you all to herself.” She joked, walking back over to the table to chop the mangos that Eunchae’s mom brought for the group. “You’re here to see her, right? She’s in her room.” Yunjin pointed over to her room with the knife without turning her head.

“I’m actually here to see Kazuha. She invited me over yesterday.” Yunjin turned around with her eyebrows raised, chewing a cube of fruit.

“Huh. I thought you guys stopped talking or something. Kazuha talks about you as if you’re a distant memory, and you never come around to see her anymore.” I awkwardly shifted in place, opting to put my bag beside the door instead of staring like a deer caught in headlights.

“I guess Chaewon was taking up most of my time,” I stammered, the sudden realization embarrassing me. I spent so long chasing someone who didn’t want me, I forgot to leave time for everyone else. Yunjin let me go after a strange warning about not spending too much time with Chaewon, and I quietly walked back to Kazuha’s room. “Zuha?” I called out as I opened the door, finding her on the floor with her massage roller.

“Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.” I frowned as I heard her words, even more of a realization that I was neglecting my friends for Chaewon. We lounged around for about 30 minutes, not talking about much but just enjoying each other's company. “We’re having game night tonight if you wanna stay…” She trailed off, picking at the skin on her fingers.

“I can stay. I’m not busy anyway.” I watched as her face lit up, and she stood up, leaving the room. After a few minutes, she came back with a bowl of cubed fruit and a projector.

“I just borrowed Sakura’s, since she isn’t using it anyway.” She set it up on the wall across from her bed, and we both laid down and watched some cheesy comedy she chose for us to watch. After a couple of hours, we heard a knock on the door.

“Guys! We have Mario Kart set up!” I heard Eunchae exclaim from behind the door. I wiped Kazuha’s eyes as I stifled a laugh.

“I can’t believe these predictable endings still make you cry.” She scoffed, putting on her slippers as she got out of bed.

“That wasn’t even that predictable! Who would’ve thought that he would fall for her sister?” I shook my head, following her out of the door as I saw everyone standing around gathered at the TV.

“Who wants to go first?” I watched as they passed the controllers to Sakura and Yunjin, smiling to myself because I knew how bad Yunjin was at playing games. After a few more rounds, I was leaning on the back of the couch, playing with Eunchae’s hair before I let out a yawn. I watched as Chaewon played a horror game, while the rest of the girls were huddled around her giggling.

“I think I’m going to go now.” I heard collective words of protest as I stood up, gently setting Eunchae’s head on the pillow.

“Wait.” I looked up and saw Chaewon standing in front of me. “Can we talk before you go?” I saw Kazuha’s head snap towards us before I nodded my head, following her to the room. “What’s wrong? You said you didn’t want to come over, now you’ve been ignoring me all night.” I felt a pang in my chest as I saw her sad expression, momentarily forgetting the way that she treated me yesterday.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t feel like it earlier.” Chaewon nodded before grabbing my arm and leading me toward the bed.

“What about now?” She questioned me, leaning to press a kiss to my neck. I pulled away from her as I watched her expression fall again. “See? I knew something was wrong.” I huffed, standing up from the bed and walking towards the door.

“Chaewon, I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of feeling like your dirty little secret. I want something more than this, something more than someone who uses me and makes me feel useless afterward.” I looked down at the floor with teary eyes, knowing that I would break down if I looked up at her. I turned around and left the room, hearing Chaewon’s footsteps following behind me. When I left the room, I could see everyone looking toward me expectantly when they saw my teary eyes. “Still upset from the movie.” I clarified with a forced laugh as I walked towards the door. I saw Kazuha frown as she looked toward me, not buying my excuse. I was met with a group hug as I put my bag on my shoulder, hugging them back as I heard a bunch of ‘bye Y/N’s’ coming from them. I looked up and saw Kazuha looking at me with a shy smile before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Don’t ever disappear like that again,” she mumbled into my shirt, pulling away hesitantly as she heard a bunch of whistles coming from the three girls. I watched as Chaewon stood off to the side before I turned away, grabbing the container of fruit that Yunjin cut for me from the counter. I saw Sakura take Chaewon around the corner and I continued fumbling in the refrigerator to seem as if I was trying to find something to take while I was listening to their conversation.

“I don’t know. It’s just like,” she paused, taking a deep breath. “I know it’s bad but I used to think I had her wrapped around my finger, but it’s like I’m watching her slip right through them.” I paused for a moment, trying to resist the urge to comfort her. “I can’t help but be jealous of Kazuha. I guess I can’t be mad at her because she’s the only reason I actually met Y/N.” I frowned, wondering why Chaewon would be jealous of Kazuha, my longest-lasting friend, out of all people. Despite how much I wanted to stay and comfort her, I pushed all of our memories and the time we spent together to the back of my mind.

“Bye guys!” I waved to them as I walked out of the door. As I heard the door lock behind me, I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach as if I’d done something wrong. I thought again about how eager I am to please people, giving little fractions of myself to everyone who needs it, not realizing that I’m falling apart, day by day until it’s too late. I wondered to myself, why do I continue pursuing Chaewon? I knew she was never going to love me back, no matter how hard I wanted to believe it. Despite that, I continued walking home, a piece of me still having faith that one day, she will return the love that I have for her.

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[bumblesimagines]

“ i want you all to myself. “ “ yeah, well, i'm going on a date. “

“ it's only awkward if you make it awkward. so don't make it awkward. “

sarah

“ i want you all to myself. “ “ yeah, well, i'm going on a date. “

“ it's only awkward if you make it awkward. so don't make it awkward. “

pronouns: they/them

sorry to my midnight beach taglist peeps i completely forgot about it asdfg

"You know you can go back to the Kie's place whenever you want, right? You don't have to always sleep over at my place." You called out to the girl lounging on your bed, looking perfectly content and at home in your shirt with the TV remote in hand. Sarah Cameron, the former Kook Princess of Figure Eight, laughed lightly and shrugged.

Her once bottle-blond hair now had streaks of her natural brown hair mixed in. Freckles you enjoyed tracing were scattered across her cheeks and nose, made apparent from all the time she spent in the sun during her turbulent summer. She'd changed from the rich daddy's girl she'd once been to a member of the troublemaking Pogues within a couple months. And the girl who'd once been out of reach spent most of her time lingering around you. 

"I like this bed more." She said, stretching out further across the mattress and plopping her head down on the pillow. Stepping out of the bathroom, you rolled your eyes at her and took a pair of socks from the cabinet. She tilted her head curiously and eyed your clothes, finally realizing you weren't returning to bed. She sat up and scooted closer when you sat on the edge of the bed, resting her head on your shoulder and pouting. "You're leaving me?"

"I've got a life outside of you, Sarah." You slid the socks onto your feet and scanned your bedroom floor for your beloved sneakers. 

"That sucks." She grinned cheekily. “I want you all to myself."

“Yeah, well, I'm going on a date later today." Sarah blinked and leaned back, the grin falling from her face in mere seconds. Her lips parted and she furrowed her brows, sitting up straighter and clearing her throat. 

"W-What do you mean? With who?" She questioned, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear. There'd been no discussion about dating or hooking up with others, only a promise there'd be no feelings involved at all for the sake of friendship and keeping the peace. John B had already proven he had a short fuse and spouts of jealousy that you wanted no part of. The sharp feeling in her gut caught her off guard and disappointment began to trickle in.

"Uh, not sure if you met her while you were dating Topper. Her name's Clara. She's his cousin and visiting from out of state. She's pretty cool so, I asked her out and she said yes." You explained and rose from the bed, picking your sneakers up and putting them on. Sarah watched you, the previous giddiness she had on her face and tone gone. 

"I mean, Topper's cousin? Wouldn't it be awkward if you got with her? You're one of my closest friends now and he's my ex."

“It's only awkward if you make it awkward. So don't make it awkward. Besides, I don't think you guys will be bumping into each other like that anyway. She might not even know who you are." You chuckled and neared the bed, reaching out to ruffle her hair and plant a swift peck on her forehead. Her fingers tightened around the sheets under her palm and she dug her teeth into the inside of her cheek. She had to do something about it. 

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[onlymingyus]

To The Moon

pairing; lee chan (dino) x afab reader

genre; smut, supernatural

warnings; unprotected sex, a/b/o dynamics, alpha!chan, omega!reader, knotting, chan in his rut, talk about the readers heat, rougher sex, marking, fingering, some oral, fingers on neck, also don’t text and drive

w/c; 1.3k and some change 

13 days of mars’oween master list - day 11

a/n;  this is my first time writing a/b/o so idk man just winging it

He had smelled you from a mile away. His hand had gripped the steering wheel hard to the point he thought it might crack under his touch. Chan tried to keep himself calm, remembering the sounds of your voice when he had asked if he could come over. His rut had started and he found it unbearable to stay away from you. 

Rolling his head from side to side, Chan sighed loudly glancing to his phone as the sound of a text came through drawing his attention. He couldn’t help but to scoff at the message before pressing the button to reply using his voice. “I’m not acting like a bitch in heat, Seungcheol. If she wants it, what the fuck is wrong with giving it to her?” 

Chan rolled his eyes at Seungcheol’s reply, ‘Just don’t break your little omega, and remember marking is a big deal. Don’t do it because your brain is fogged with your rut. Mean it.’ Scoffing as he puts the car into park outside of your apartment building, Chan hits reply and quickly responds, ‘I’m not a kid. Now if you will excuse me, my little omega, as you called her, is waiting for me with her legs hopefully spread wide on her bed.” 

He could feel another message come through as he slipped the phone into his jacket but Chan decided to ignore it. Now without the smell of his own pheromones stuck inside of his car, he was climbing the steps to your place skipping every other one making record time. Chan only struggled with his copy of your house key for a moment before he was inside your apartment, making long strides towards your bedroom dropping his jacket and shoes as he walked. 

Your nose was full of him the moment he had stepped outside of his car, but now that he was inside of your apartment it was overwhelming. You wanted to jump off the bed and run to him, take care of him like all of your instincts were screaming for you to do, but he had told you to lay on your bed and wait. So you laid there, your hands running along your thighs under your sleep shirt towards the middle of your legs. 

You wanted to touch yourself so badly, you could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets in anticipation, but you also knew how to wait. A whimper leaves your lips when Chan steps into the room, his eyes falling on your face when a low needy growl escapes his throat. “Shirt off. Fuck baby, you smell like candy.” 

Chan watches you sit up, the shirt slipping from your arms as he works to tug on his own clothes discarding them unceremoniously before crawling onto the bed towards you. “Chan…” Your voice, that whine laced in your moan is enough to make him feel feral. As much as he wants to listen to you, he knows that he won’t be able to control much of what happens once he touches you. “Shh, don’t just…let me have you.” 

It was all you wanted, because you already felt like you were his even if he hadn’t marked you yet. Your hands run through his hair while he kisses along your breasts, his teeth nipping at your skin until he reaches your pussy. “I dreamt about you last night, about this, being between your thighs. Drowning in all this…” You gasp when Chan runs his fingers between your folds towards your dripping entrance to collect some of his fingers before bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

Another groaning growl escapes Chan at your taste, his eyes finding yours while you bite at your fingers, trying to keep yourself quieter. You watch as he keeps eye contact with you, running his tongue flat against your clit, his left hand keeping your folds separated. He always loved the taste of your skin, your cum, your sweat, anything he could explain as you. He wished he had the patience to just take his time, eat you out slowly, let you fall apart on his fingers and tongue but his cock was heavy and leaking against your bedding. 

Chan grins at you before he leans to bite your thigh gently, not leaving a mark. “Your next heat I will eat you out for days, I swear but right now if I don’t get inside of you I’ll go fucking crazy.” You shake your head and whine watching him move up the bed towards you once again. “It’s okay Chan…I just want you.”

He sighs at your voice again wishing you wouldn’t speak, you knew everything he wanted to hear. You made it hard not to put feelings behind this. You needed something else to do with your mouth, Chan thought to himself before he tapped your lips with two of his fingers, slipping them into your mouth. 

Chan’s free hand gripped his cock so he could slowly start to push into your tight entrance taking his breath and yours. “Fuck…that’s it. Bite on my fingers if you need to, baby. I’ll do my best not to break you.” You smile around his fingers but it's short lived when Chan grabs your leg under your knee bottoming out into you hard. 

“So fucking tight…” You moan around Chan’s fingers, his hips meeting yours with deep powerful thrusts that send you towards the headboard and the window. Chan’s eyes on yours as he watches your eyes close, your head pressed back against the pillow. You were made for him, his omega, his alone. When your mouth falls open in a louder moan, Chan’s fingers slide from your lips trailing your saliva along your jaw to your neck when he wraps his hand loosely around it. 

He couldn’t stop the whines, moans, and praises falling from your lips. He didn’t want to stop them, not really. He could hear Seungcheol in the back of his head, “mean it”. He did mean it.

Chan’s eyes fall on his fingers around your neck while your walls clench around him like a vice. “Mine?” The question makes your eyes open, a question on your face before you nod and whine out a “please” into a loud moan when Chan thrusts into you so hard you feel like you can feel him in your chest. 

His fingers slide to the side before Chan groans loudly when you fall apart around him. Your cum coating his cock makes the feeling of being inside of you even more euphoric, making it even harder not to let go and give you every last drop of him. 

You watch him gasp into a growl, his free hand on the bed next to your head gripping tightly when he cums. You feel his knot expand causing you to whine at how full you suddenly feel, between his cum and how large he was compared to you. “Chan…” The whine in your voice is all he needs to send him over the edge, Chan growls again leaning down to bite into your skin at the crook of your neck marking you as his. 

The feeling of falling apart while being taken as his couldn’t be compared to anything else. Your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest as you moan his name again. Chan rests his face against your neck, his mouth resting over his mark while he catches his breath. It takes a few minutes before his knot relaxes and he begins to soften so he can slip from you and check on you more thoroughly. 

Chan is pleasantly surprised to find a smile on your face when he pushes your hair from your face. The moonlight of a full moon shining in from the window above your bed illuminating this perfect vision in front of him. “I’m too weak for you.” You laugh softly reaching a hand out to pull him down to kiss him tenderly while his thumb slides over the mark on your neck that would fade slightly but never disappear. 

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[kitybur]

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭 & 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨

⌦ in which wilbur and the bench trio don’t want you to be alone in christmas eve, and invite themselves into your home to spend it with you.

— warnings: swearing, pronouns not mentioned, celebrating christmas (?)

| hi!! this is my first ever request, but i was wondering if you could write smth with the benchtrio + wilbur where they find out you don’t have anyone to spend the holidays with?? could be any holiday, and they like invite you to celebrate with them?? if not, thats totally fine!!! with she/her or she/they prns :)) |

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the snow was thicker and heavier than it had been during any other december. when the wind blew, it knocked some snow off a nearby tree and onto the window frame in the living room, where it slowly melted and slid off, leaving the window foggy and wet.

with the temperature dropping every hour, you made sure to put on warm clothes; sweatpants, long-sleeve, jumper, and even wool socks. you made sure your heaters were on and turned up enough to almost make the house a sauna.

it wasn’t planned to be spending your christmas eve cold and alone, sitting on your leather couch with a thick blanket around you as you watched the snow fall faster then you could blink. it was just too packy for your old car to drive out of the driveway, let alone make it down the road.

you opted on getting up and curling in bed, where you knew it would be warm with a book you’ve been wanting to read. or maybe catch up on a show you haven’t quite finished yet. nodding to yourself, you grip the blanket tight around you and stand up, making your way to your room as the doorbell rang.

who would be here in this type of weather? eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you walk to the front door and open it. you’re surprised to see four people standing on the front deck, white dusting their clothes and snowflakes in their hair.

tommy walks in first, greeting you with a small ‘hello’ as he takes off his snow boots and placed them on a mat to dry. he finishes by taking off his blue puff jacket and hanging it up, the rest of the boys following suit.

no one says anything at first, moving to settle in the living room where the area was just beginning to get warmer. you smile at the sight and walk over to your record player, putting on some classic christmas music as you sit next to wilbur on the couch.

“w-what are you guys doing here?” you asked, still confused as tubbo sits on the floor between tommy and ranboo, grabbing the spare blanket that was rested on the lounge chair behind him. he drapes it over his, and the other two’s legs.

“wilbur drove us over.” tommy answers plainly, his attention caught on your sparkling christmas tree.

your head snapped to wilbur. “you drove here? do you see how bad the roads are?” it was a light scold, wilbur shrugged.

“i heard you were by yourself, and no one should be on christmas eve. the boys and i were already together so we decided to come over.” your heart bursted with happiness as he finished talking. it felt euphoric that even in a shitty condition like this they would still make their way to you.

you gave each boy a smile, which they gave back just as happy. “alright then, who wants hot chocolate?” they all sputtered ‘me!’ out at the same time, causing you to chuckle at the looks on their faces when you asked.

you quickly headed to the kitchen and made five glasses of hot chocolate, adding wipped cream and a candycane as well. with wilbur’s help, you both brought the drinks to the boys, who thanked you and took small sips of the hot beverage.

in the midest of drinking, tommy stood up abruptly, his mug on the coffee table as he grabbed the tv remote from it. “oh, the weather outside is frightful.” he sang. the song was playing on the recorder as he made his way to ranboo. “but the fire is so delightful. since we've no place to go.” tommy pulled ranboo up, being careful of his drink as he handed him the remote.

“let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” ranboo continued. the song played softly in the background as the room now filled with the groups laughter, tommy and ranboo taking a short bow as you pressed for the next song. and from there, you and the four boys sang your hearts out to “rockin’ around the christmas tree’, and going as far as making your own little dance choreography to it.

you hadn’t even realized how late it was until you checked the clock, being busy with playing board games, drinking more coco, eating cookies and the bench trio playing in the snow on the back deck. it was now half past nine, and wilbur seemed to notice as well as he packed up the game you all had just finished and stood up.

“i told tubbo’s parents i’d bring them back before eight incase the snow got bad. oops.” he didn’t really care that they stayed longer than intended, he was happy that they got to spend today with you. “c’mon boys, let’s get you home.”

they whined as they stood up, walking to the front door and shrugging on their coats and shoes. the bench trio gave you a big group hug, thanking you for a wonderful day as they walked outside. the three of them almost falling down the driveway from the ice hidden under the snow.

wilbur was putting on his jacket when you hugged him. “thank you for visiting wil, you guys really didn’t have too.”

he hugged you back before you both let go and he placed his beanie on his brown curls. “it’s no problem at all! if you’re ever alone for a holliday, don’t hesitate to call, okay?”

you bit your lip nodding. wilbur smiled, walking out of the house and to his car. the snowflakes sticking to him could have anyone thinking his jacket came in white and not the bright yellow it did.

you waved from the doorstep, watching the car pull out of the driveway (getting stuck a few times) and driving away. you sighed with a smile, the happy feeling still lingering as you closed the door and sat on the couch, listening to more music as the outside world turned into a real life snow globe.

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im so sorry this took so long to write, i had been off tumblr for a bit and been trying to write some fics that were lingering in my drafts but i hope you liked this! i also just realized it said they invite reader over and i changed it around but i hope that’s okay. <3 ew it’s kinda short im also sorry about that 😪

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[omgkatherine01]

The Sun in the Dragon House - Chapter 12 - Peaceful Time

Series Masterlist

Chapter 11, Chapter 13

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader & Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader & Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ smut

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After a long night of no sleep, Vera was lying between Aemond's legs, resting her cheek on his chest, and her eyes were half closed. Aemond was more awake than Vera, gently trailing his fingers along her bare back while he looked through the open doors leading to the balcony. The room was quiet, and the only thing that made a noise was their breaths.

Vera opened her eyes completely and glanced up to her husband with a soft smile. Aemond looked at down at her and smiled softly.

There was a knock on the door and Vera pouted, "No," she said quietly as she closed her eyes. Aemond smirked as he kissed her cheek and slowly got out of the bed.

He put on his pants and shirt from last night, and moved to grab his eyepatch to put it on. "Come in," he said.

Lyla opened the door and stepped inside but kept her eyes down to the floor, "Good morrow."

"Good morrow, Lyla," Vera said in a tired voice, which caused Aemond to smirk.

Lyla went to make them a bath, and when they got in, she went to change the sheets for them and left them alone.

"I am sure your mother had asked Lyla to tell her if I bled on the sheets," Vera said as she leaned against his chest.

Aemond hummed and smiled softly as he ran the cloth on her arms, "And you did. I am sure my mother will be very pleased. She wants you to be the mother of my children. And so do I," he muttered softly as he kissed her shoulder.

"With the way you worked me out last night, I hardly doubt I am not already carrying," Vera teased, but a blush was creeping on her cheeks.

Aemond laughed at that and kissed her shoulder again, "Even so, perhaps we should continue this evening," he said with a smirk. Vera scoffed and glanced at him with disbelief and amusement. Aemond brushed his lips against hers, "I'll let you be on top tonight."

Vera chuckled at his words and he pressed his lips against hers.

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After Aemond went to his duties, Vera went to the Queen's chambers where she met her father outside. She smiled at him, "Father."

Criston smirked and shook his head, "Daughter. You looking glowing today."

Vera chuckled, blushing, "Yes, well, I feel a bit tired to be honest."

Criston raised an eyebrow, amused, "I really do not want to know." Vera smiled as she tilted her head. "The Queen's waiting for you, go on."

Vera hummed and kissed his cheek before he opened the door to her. Vera stepped inside and bowed to Queen Alicent, "Your Grace."

The Queen smiled at her from the sit on the couch, "Vera. Come sit. Drink some tea with me."

"Thank you," Vera said as she walked closer and sat down. Talya handed her tea and placed a cake in front of her before taking her leave.

The Queen looked at Vera with amusement, "You look a bit exhausted, but glowing as well."

Vera chuckled softly, "Yes, well... Aemond and I haven't really rested last night."

The Queen chuckled, delighted, "My son told me he gifted you a dragon egg," she said.

Vera nodded, "Yes, I was surprised by that. But I am happy with the gift."

The Queen had invited Vera to join her on a walk in the gardens for a bit, which she accepted, and accompany her around for a while.

When Vera met Aemond, it was almost evening and she would have dinner with him and the rest of the family, except for the King.

She walked with Aemond, arm linked with each other into the dining room where all the food was now placed on the round table. The servants and guards were not in the room now. Aegon sat beside Helaena, despite not wanting to but was forced to, and next to Otto, and he glanced at Vera who was smiling at Aemond as everyone were speaking.

Otto raised his goblet, "I would like to raise a toast," he said as his family looked at him. He smirked lightly at Aemond, "I would have done it yesterday, if you and Vera wouldn't have rushed to leave." Aemond smirked while Vera looked down at his hand on her leg with an amused smile. Everyone raised their cups. "I hope to your marriage, will be nothing but happiness, and many healthy children in your years."

Vera smiled at him and Aemond smirked as they all clicked their goblets together, and drunk. Aegon drunk his in one shot and poured himself another. He glanced toward his mother, and to his annoyance she was staring at him.

She gave him a disapproval look and he sighed as he looked away and rolled his eyes.

Aemond looked at Daeron, "Are you going back to Oldtown tomorrow, brother?"

Daeron nodded, "Yes, in the after noon." He pointed at him and Vera, "You two better be coming to say goodbye to me."

"There will be no promises," Aemond said with a smirk. Daeron rolled his eyes, while Vera rolled hers with an amused smile.

After dinner, Vera was led by Aemond to their chamber. Lyla was there, "I prepared a bath for you."

"Thank you, Lyla, that will be all today," Aemond said.

Lyla nodded and bid them goodnight before leaving them alone. Vera let out a relief sigh as she walked to the bathroom. Aemond approached her and moved her hair to one shoulder, and placed soft kisses on her neck.

"I had been thinking of you all day," he said softly.

Vera chuckled and turned to him. She leaned forward and kissed his lips.

They bathed together and dressed in their sleeping clothes. Vera had her robe wrapped around her and she looked at her dragon egg by the fireplace with a small smile. She turned to Aemond who now sitting on the bed and walked toward him.

He saw her approaching and smiled softly. Vera placed her hands on his shoulders and his were now on her hips. Aemond pulled her onto his lap, and she smiled as she leaned down to kiss his lips.

A soft kiss full of love.

"I love you," she said quietly between their kisses.

Aemond responded by pulling her body closer to his and moving his hands up. Her nightgown and robe were slowly lifted up with his movements. Aemond's teeth tugged at her lower lip, and he swiped his tongue into her mouth, testing her sweet taste.

Vera was the first to break the kiss, only to push Aemond's shirt up and off of him. Aemond took off her robe and nightgown before pulling her lips down to his in a hungry and passionate kiss. "Ñuha dāria," he said. My queen.

Vera moaned into his mouth and slowly pulled away to whisper against his lips, "Ñuha Dārys." My king.

Aemond pulled her lips into his again, and he pushed his breeches out of the way. Vera lowered herself into him, and both of them moaned at the feeling of each other.

Vera gripped onto Aemond's shoulders as she moved around a little on her knees. The groan she got out of Aemond was music to her ears. Vera started to pace, and Aemond met her hips as she came down. His hands were on her hips to move them to a faster pace while she bounced up and down.

Aemond pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss Vera's neck, licking, biting, kissing and sucking. Vera threw her head back, moaning.

Aemond moved one of his hands to her lower back and moved her farther into the bed. The movements caused her to feel his cock inside her move, making her moan again. He lowered her to the bed and he was on top of her.

He gripped her legs tightly and started to thrust into her. Vera moaned into his neck as he continued to thrust, and rose her hips to meet his. After a few more, he grunted loudly as his seed spilled deep inside her.

They panted, Aemond rolled to his back and pulled Vera to his chest.

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[wendyslegalwife]

Ryujin!guitaristxfemreader!artist

Genre: fluff, smut.

Warnings: mature words, eating reader out, climax, morning sex.

✮Shin Ryujin your girlfriend apart of a famous band called "itzy" she's the drummer and lead vocalist. She had to prepare for their upcoming world tour so weeks went by, she would always come home at 12 or 3 in the morning which made you devastated and lonely at home. Leaving you only with your puppy named pudding a maltese dog.

One day you were sitting down in your mini studio breathing deeply as you painted on your canvas, your brush going across the canvas ever so lightly. You waited for ryujin since today was her last day of rehearsals for the tour, you looked up and checked the time seeing it was already 11 o'clock, having no hope of ryujin going home early you kept going on till you heard a knock on the door.

You quickly stood up and ran, you slowly opened the door to see no one which left you hopeless.. You were missing her so bad hoping she would come already. But then slender arms wraps around your waist you turn your head to see ryujin smiling down at you. "Babe!!" You exclaimed happily, turning to face her and hugging her so tight you just couldn't let her go, "hmm baby I missed you, didn't expect me to come this early huh?" "No I didn't but I'm glad you did!!, how was the rehearsals?" Ryujin sat down and placed her guitar aside, "come sit beside me baby" She patted the empty space beside her. You quickly sat down and laid your head on her shoulder.

"It was amazing, and tiring as usual I kinda got in an argument with my members but it's all goods now. How about you darling? How is your masterpiece going."

You giggled lightly, "I'm almost finished wanna see? Just a few touch ups left.." Ryujin smiled. "Of course darling let me see that beautiful artwork of yours." You hurriedly pulled her into your bedroom showing your artwork of a beautiful scenery, "tadaa what do you think!" Ryujin bent down and examined the beautiful painting you made she was in awe and amusement. "This should be in a museum my love, it's a masterpiece.." You smiled at her words, she was so sweet with you. "Thank you baby, I might consider doing that.. Hihi".

Ryujin then turned to face you, she pulls you close then giving you a few pecks on your lips. "Hmm I really missed you so much baby, your scent, your lips, your love.." "I've missed you so much too shin ryujin.." You then pulled her into a passionate kiss, she was loving every single bit of this moment with you she couldn't help but say sweet nothings to you in between kisses.

She slowly pulled back and smirked, "hmm your still so good at kissing.. your still soo.. Delicious.." You blushed at her words. "W-wow shin ryujin you really know how to make me blush hard huh..." She laughed softly, removing a strand of hair from your face. "I know how much you love my cheesy side hmm.."

Both of you then went into the bathroom to take a short shower together, it's been so long since she's seen you naked.. She loved your plump ass cheeks and your perky breasts, as the water runs down all over your beautiful body Ryujin couldn't help but stare at it as she washed her own body.

"Baby could you pass me the soap?, yahh shin ryujin!" You snapped her out of her imagination. she immediately took the shampoo bottle and handed it to you, you pumped shampoo and lathered your hair softly with your hands massaging your scalp lightly, ryujin was finished so she dried herself up and waited for you outside the bathroom door.

After you finished and dried yourself up, you walk out of the bathroom to dress up in comfortable clothing. as you both laid down in bed snuggling close to each other you couldn't help but hear your heartbeats beating in sync, you felt so happy and relaxed feeling close to her feeling her warmth and presence. "let's sleep baby hmm?" Ryujin asked seeing how your eyes were half lidded. "n-no I don't wanna yet.. let's watch a movie" "alright what movie darling?" you sat up and took your laptop opening netflix finding what to watch with her, you picked this it was her favorite movie. "how about pitch perfect!" Ryujin smiled widely at your adorable face, "yes darling I love pitch perfect let's watch it".

And so you both ended up watching the 3 movies of pitch perfect till it was 4 in the morning, then you both decided to sleep snuggling close to each other.

Later 6 in the morning ryujin woke up early as she woke up to the noise of your soft breathing and lovely sleeping face she smiled as she slowly caressed your face with the back of her hand, the way you looked so precious and so angelic in your sleep made her fall for you even more deeper and harder. slowly you shuffled in your sleep seeing her smiling at you happily, "Good morning baby.. nghh.." you yawned and stretched out your arms before wrapping it around ryujin's waist.

"How was your sleep my dear princess hmm? did you sleep well.." "Yes my dear prince I slept well, would you like me to make your breakfast?" Ryujin laughed at your sarcastic tone, she shook her head not accepting your offer. "why make breakfast when I could eat you out right here right now." While you we're busy laughing you froze quiet hearing what ryujin said. "w-what? it-it's 6 in the morning don't be like that ryujin.." Ryujin smirked. "do you think I'm kidding princess?".

She then sat up and slowly removed your pyjamas along with your lacy underwear leaving you bottomless, cold air hitting your soft skin which made you whimper. she began to eat you out relentlessly making you release soft moans and whimpers "Ahh..ahh b-baby nghh.. ahh y-yahh.." Ryujin didn't hear you she was to busy eating your sweet pussy out not letting any sweet juice to waste.

You gripped the sheets as you reached you high grinding against her face as you released all your sweet juices allover her face, what a messy girl you are! "hmm delicious.. I wonder what's for lunch today hmm.." You blushed intensely feeling vulnerable as ryujin laughed out loud at your adorable messy state. "let's clean you up baby.. you look so messy."

sorry if it's short to your liking anonie but I hope you love it <3 - wendyslegalwife

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[ask-diane]

*Diane was pacing rapidly around her cramped room, within the even more cramped hut. Searching immensely for something. Something important...*

"Sammy! Before you go- have you seen my bow, anywhere?! I can't find it, and I was sure I left it on my bed?"

*Diane getting even more frustrated about the situation, had began to search outside of her bedroom. Almost running into Sammy, who had happened to be standing in the doorway of her room. Diane gasped from the shock of him being eight there.*

"Sorry, if I scared you.."

"You alright, Sammy. A little fright never hurt anyone, heh."

*A brief, awkward silence went over the two.*

"So uh- You said you can't find your bow?"

"Mhm."

*Sammy thought hard for a moment, knowing he had seen Diane's bow earlier that day.. But couldn't quite exactly remember where. And then-*

"Oh, I remember now. I think Selena might have swooped it up with the rest of the clothing she was going to clean. I think she's hanging up some stuff outside if you want to go ask her."

"Okay, thanks Sammy!"

*Diane then ran off to go confront Selena.*

...

*Meanwhile, Selena was sitting outside on the back porch watching the sun set over the forest. Though despite it seeming to be a joyous moment, Selena's face appeared to be red, and scrunched up. And tears began flowing down the sides of her face. Selena then looked down to her palm, revealing the ribbon of Diane's bow inside of her paw.*

"Oh, Diane," She spoke softly, "How I've missed you... It feels like only yesterday you came into my life... And it still feels like your here helping me become a better mon..."

*Selena held the ribbon close to her chest. Wiping a final tear from her eye as she did so. The back door suddenly flew open. Selena quickly throwing Diane's ribbon within the wooden basket besdie her. Diane then trotted out of the house, turning herself and her attention to Selena.*

"Miss Selena- Sorry if I'm interrupting.. something but, have you seen my bow by chance?"

"Frist if all, no need to apologize Diane. And I think I might have left it in the pile of laundry in my bedroom."

"Great, thank you Miss Selena!"

*As Diane was about to speed away to Selena's room, Miss Selena had grabbed a hold of one of Diane's back legs.*

"Wait just a moment. What's with the rush? You can always fetch your how later."

"Oh I know Miss Selena- I just... I just don't like not having it on me, as silly as it sounds.. Cause, I guess it's just the only thing I really have of my past... Of my Mom... And I'm afraid if.. If I loose it... Then, I guess I've lost any chance at remembering my past..."

"Diane.. Come sit with me for a moment."

*Selena let go of Diane's ankle, and motioned for Diane to come over by Selena. Diane did as Selena asked, and ha dropped right down next to Selena. The two now staring at the heart warming sunset in awe.*

"Diane.. Diane, do you want to know what I think?"

*Diane tilted her head towards Selena.*

"I think, Diane, that even if you loose your bow.. I still think you'll find your Mom, your sister, and your past in the end. And why do I think you will? Cause I know you will- And even if your story doesn't go as planned, I know you'll find the answers your looking for in the end. I bet your sister and Mother already are out searching for you as we speak."

"... But what if things don't work out in the end... What if I never find the answers- the truths I'm looking for... What if I'm too late, and their already gone just like my past..."

*Selena, seeing Diane was bursting out in tears, wrapped her arm around Diane.*

"Diane, look at me.. My story has and is still going on- and I still don't know what secrets lie a head of me tommorow... But I'm still going on and making the most of life. Like you have been just in these past few months... So what I'm trying to say, Diane, is the answers you seek may or may not even find their way back to you.. So that's why, you just got to keep on with your journey no matter what. In the end, who knows.. Maybe everything you sought has been with you the entire time..."

*Diane had stopped crying. She looked over to Selena with a slight smile, that was soon followed by a hug.*

"Thank you for this Miss Selena."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, Diane."

#Story plot #Hints #sammy #selena #Diane #Partial Diane 's past #Selena's Past #Mini story #Diane Skitty #Sammy Zorua #Secrets

[shinobu-k0cho]

♡fan-made! some grammar mistakes but don't mind hshs, also LOTS of time skips, making more parts if y'all like it! anyways enjoy reading!♡

"Tomioka-san, lord Oyakata has sent us on a mission." Shinobu said as she walks in Giyuu's room. "Where?" Giyuu said, "Mount Natagumo!" She said as she sits down. "Alright, meet me outside, I'll prepaiir" he said as he stands up, she also stood up to go down.

*3 minutes*

"Lady Kocho! Good luck on your mission!" Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho said while running up to her, "Good luck Lady Kocho!" Aoi said while holding clothes. "Thank you! And you all can rest, it's already nighy." Shinobu says. "I'll finish hanging these clothes, then I'll go home." Aoi said, as Giyuu walks out of his room, he triped, all of the girls heard that clash and Shinobu says "Ah! Tomioka-san is so clumsy" Aoi gigles while the triplets laugh as he was standing behind them. "Kocho let's go now." Giyuu said while walking, she stood up to follow him.

*30 minutes*

As Shinobu slashes the head of the demon, Giyuu walks towards a tree and sat there, waiting for her to finish the demon. As she finished off the demon's head, they heard something loud, "Tomioka-san, how many demons did you kill?" She said as she walk towards him, "2" he said waiting for the loud noise to be heard again. They waited for atleast 2-3 minutes finding more demons, but they couldn't find more. "Hey, I smell wisteria... could it be the hashiras?" Said a demon on a tree, "LET'S EAT THEM." Said another demon sitting on a rock, Giyuu walks up yo the demon who was sitting on the tree without any noise. He cuts off the headand smashes it onto the ground "W-W-WYRIE?!" The demon said as Shinobu cuts off the demons head "Why.. why am i seeing things upside down?"

Backstory of the demons: Our name is Kezie and Kayla. We're step siblings. People would treat us like trash and called us names.. we were both nice looking but with all the bruises and dirt we look like trash.. our parents died because of those demons. No one would take care of us. "HEY YOU! GET OUT OF MY WAY POOR KIDS!" a man said carrying soil for planting "W-we're sorry mister..." as we were pushed at the ground "O-OW!" said Kayla, "Oh no, are you okay?..." I said, "Well not really.. it's just that my wound would not heal yet.." we didn't know that.. she had diabetes yet. After 3 weeks, she was sick and I, of course don't know how to treat her so I ripped a part of my pants and put it around her leg, I tighten it up then I go outside ot get some help from people. "Oh why.. why wouldn't some people help us... atleasy one.." I said helplessly crying. Someone walked towards me saying "Are you suffering little kid?" He had a rainbow colored eye and something was written on it, "Yes... PLEASE HELP US... I HAVE A SISTER AND SHE'S SICK!!" I cry out. "Where is she?" he said, I never knew he was a demon.. "Come.. follow me.." i said while walking towards our home. "Oh she looks like she's very VERY sick, I could end your pain.." he raises his hand and scratches her hand, "A-AAH!" Kayla screams in pain. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!" I yell at him, "Now.. it's YOUR turn" he says that with a smile on his pale face, he scratches me on my forehead, we turned into a demon and somehow, we ended up in a misterious dark castle. (back to the story :>)

"Kocho, let's go back" Giyuu says. "Will.. this be... our ending..?" Waylon qsaid to thme. "Sayonara-! Demons." Shinobu waved at them. "No.. Wyrie..." Waylon cries as his head disintegrates.

*15 minutes*

They finally arrive at the Butterfly Mansion.

*50 minutes*

Shinobu sleeps in her room comfortably.. sorry if i had to make y'all wait, i had school. but enjoy reading p2!`

Giyu had left something in Shinobu's room, "Hey Shino-" he walked in her room seeing her asleep. "Haaa, she looks so cute while sleeping.." he walks towards her, kissing her forehead. "Mhmhm.. T-Tomioka-san..?" Shinobu gets a hold of his wrist, pulling him in her bed. "So you're awake?" he said after kissing her cheek. "Tomioka-san shouldn't you be sleeping?" she said after he kissed her neck. "I forgot som---" he cut his sentence because she licked his lips. "Ara-ara, you can get it after this." a smile wanting for something is on her face, she blushes. "Ah! T-Tomioka-san..!" she gasped. "What? You want this right?" he touches her p*ssy. "K-kind of..." she blushed harder than before. he undresses so she did as well. Her eyes widened "It got bigger than before!" he blushed when she said that. No response was gotten from him, he immediately inserted it. "Please make it gentler.." *1 hour* "I'll help you clean the room, it's so messy." Giyu said getting the broom. "Tomioka-san you have a little c*m on your haori." she noticed it, (naur. that's ENOUGH for that part, IMAGINE THE REST.) *2 days* "I wanna visit Kanroji-san.." she thought to herself. "KYAAAA!! SHINOBU-SAN!!!" Mitsuri runs up to her, she yells very excitedly. "Huh? K-Kanroji-san.. please stop running.. tell me what it is?" Shinobu hugs her and pats her on her head. "KYAA! I brought Tanjiro-kun with me!! Tomioka stayed the night here right? I wanna know what you did with him yesterday" she whispered. "Uh- Shinobu-sama, you're blushing.." he tells them with a questioned face, "KYAA, SHINOBU-SAN IS INLOVEE!! Hmph! Tanjiro-kun, smell what happend here!" she told him with a determined face, he did what she told him to do. "HAI WAKARIMASKA!! (yes i understand!!)" *10 minutes* "Kanroji-san I smell.." I'm adding p3 dw!

#giyushino #shinobu kocho #giyuu tomioka #kny

[danagoestorehab]

5 stages of grief

w momentarily i’m definitely in the anger stage of three whole grieving this. like fuck this fuck them FUCK the universe i deserve everything i deserve nothing this is all somebody else’s fault but mostly my own and life isn’t fair and it should be and why the fuck should poor me have to deal w this shit again and i’m really sick of listening to the same taylor swift song on repeat but im also too antsy to focus on anything else and i want vengeance or something BIG and definitely should download a voice changer app on my phone or post their number on a weird thread on craigslist but also maybe i should be more angry at myself because i fuck things up but then being melodramatic and doing all of the shit i usually do would definitely prove them right but maybe also make them feel guilty so i reckon im probably in the right frame of mind and not at all being a covert-narcissist-disguised-as-altruist to actually commit to my PHD out OF spite and do all those big plans i always talk about doing but never get around to and then i can hand in the genius ramblings of a doctorate probably and publically blame them in my acknowledgments because that sounds like the only sane and semi reasonable solution rn

but then i’m also in the sad girlie part of grief where it feels like i’ve lost something really big and i could spend all day replaying out how things SHOULD have gone but the nice nurses from the one flew over the cuckoos nest placey reminded me that should is a no no word and i should use COULD instead to not feel guilty so maybe i could cry about the fact that this is shitty and it’s probably okay to feel shitty and i’m probably gonna be sad about being sad for a while and that’s okay too. but it’s also sad to think about being sad and being okay with it when girlies very aware her track history of being okay with things isn’t very great. and my sadness doesn’t always look the same like sometimes it’s very clear sadness and i’m all snotty in bed listening to the sane lorde ‘liability’ track as if i’m actually the antagonist in some some shitty novel and that’s my theme track. as if romanticising the ways in which everything’s gone wrong might make it hurt less and then i don’t have to think about my sadness as always being there or how things will be more sad before they’re less sad. or sometimes my sadness looks like a normal girl wearing clothes having a conversation with people downstairs or outside and feeling okay before they say something and i realise they have their own lives are their own lives aren’t broken in the same way as mine is and my okayness is a short term pretence and that’s even sadder so i quietly excuse myself and go back to my room and sit with these feelings of being an egomaniac w no one to talk to as i hear laughter from different places around my flat whilst i look at the same for corners of my room

the guilt bits really hard too because i already feel so guilty about everything all the time. And if people ever think i don’t hold myself accountable for my actions because they see someone so clearly not giving a fuck about everything as she pours it all down the drain, then i want to remind them or maybe myself that my guilt bothers me. famously, so often to the point where i can’t really function and find refuge in the solace of my local psychiatric ward. how i feel guilty towards my sisters or friends or the things which could have been or you for having to listen to yet another one of my long winded rants. or that how really i know my guilt is just self serving and i find myself feeling guilty for lives i never lived which i probably could have. where i had gone off and done good things and been nicer to others and lived properly instead of spending another night sitting in my room. i feel guilty to all of the people i assured that i would get better and i feel guilty that this final time never got to happen itself into existence. i feel guilty that a lot of people expected this situation and probably aren’t entirely surprised. i feel guilty for lorna after spending four hours of not sleeping and deciding to contact the local ombudsman at 4 in the morning. i feel guilty for all of the things i’ve ever felt guilt for and all of the things i know i’m going to have to feel guilty about in the short term future. i feel guiltier than most of the criminals i see on the defence stand of the shows i watch to try and distract myself from how guilty i feel about everything. i feel guilty for taking up your phone space and i feel guilty for even putting other people in a situation in which they have to witness my guilt as it also invites them to be culpable

denial? can’t really relate to that one cal they’re probably going to feel really really guilty very shortly for the way they’ve treated me and send me an email offering me the penthouse suite and bestest person award at the rehab in all honesty. jesus christ. i’m sure the ombudsman will arrange me some nice travel there. that’s probably the only reason i haven’t written bad reviews about them on google yet cal. because when they do let me in very shortly and we willl have a laugh about this then i won’t have to answer for that haha

waiting to be able to talk about that one

#spilled ink #spilled poetry #mental health #5 stages of grief #spilled ink writing #spilled thoughts #grief #rehab