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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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Can I request a Ghost with a SO who has a horrible migraine and has been hiding away from everyone so Ghost goes looking for them and takes care of the reader?

LARGE FONT VER.

… 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

`⌁ ◜ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞! ◞

He had barely seen you all day. Odd, since you were usually out and about. Helping rookie soldiers or hanging out with anyone from the team. But hell, Ghost had been in the area all day and he’s seen you twice!

The first time was when you were refilling your water. Ghost saw you, but was so caught up in other stuff he didn’t get a chance to talk to you. The second time was on your way into the bathroom with your towel and bath stuff. Another missed chance of seeing you.

Concern began to bubble up even more when Soap started pestering the Lieutenant about where you were. “I haven’t seen ‘em all day. They okay?” Soap asked, sitting in the seat next to Ghost as everyone else on the team ate their lunch at the table.

Ghost shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. But, now that I have time, I’m gonna go check.” Grabbing the rest of his food to take to you as well as a drink, Ghost stood up from his seat and pat Soap’s shoulder, waving to everyone before he left to go find you.

It wasn’t a very long walk to your room, thankfully. Ghost knocked on your door, waiting patiently to see if your answer or he would have to break in. He heard a muffled groan of annoyance on the other side, your tired face greeting him once you opened the door. “Hello, love.”

Your hair was messy, bags under your eyes, and you just looked exhausted in general. Your brows unfurrowed at the sight of Ghost in front of you. Annoyed attitude quickly shifting back to one of pure exhaustion. “Hey, Simon. Come in.” You mumbled, holding the door open for your boyfriend.

Ghost followed into your room, setting the food down on your desk. “You doing okay? No one has seen you all day. I wanted to come check. Something wrong?” He watched as you trudged back over to your bed, moving the blankets and getting comfortable once again.

Your lights were off, allowing for the entire room to be dark. Ghost could only seem it was on purpose so he didn’t bother to change it. “Just a migraine is all. A really, really, painful migraine…” you muttered, bringing the blankets over your head to try and ease it some.

You’ve tried water, painkillers, food, everything. Nothing was making the migraines go away and you swear this was the beginning of insanity for you. A particularly harsh rush of pain pounded some more, a whimper of pain leaving your lips. It hurt so much.

Ghost didn’t say anything. Taking off his shoes and mask before joining you in your bed. He didn’t remove the blankets from your figure, but still wrapped an arm around you and tugged you closer. Ghost felt one of your hands grip his shirt tightly, trying to distract yourself from anymore pain.

Oh, how Ghost now wishes to have all the healing powers of the universe just to take away your migraine. To take away all the pain that you experience. Ghost already hates seeing you in pain, even worse when he can’t do anything about it.

He kept from asking anymore questions. Especially anything along the lines of “have you tried…” He knew you already did. You wouldn’t sit here all day with a migraine without doing anything to try and help it. It was a lost cause and at this point it would be a waiting game until it leaves.

“I’ve had this stupid migraine since four in the morning. I’m so tired. I’ve just been trying to sleep and it won’t go away.” You broke the silence, a slight quiver in your voice as you rambled on about your frustrations. “I’ve drank water, taken meds. Fuck I’ve done every herbal remedy in the book. It just hurts so fucking bad.”

Ghost heard a sniffle come from you under the blanket. “I’m sorry to hear that, love. And I’m sorry that there isn’t much I can do…” he sighed.

“It’s okay. Just… stay with me please?” You rolled over under the covers so you could press your forehead against his chest. Curled up and snug against your boyfriend as he comforted you.

Ghost hummed, “of course. I don’t plan on leaving until you feel better.” Growing a bit too hot under the blankets, you slowly peaked your head out. Looking up at Ghost with teary eyes, he leaned down to place a quick kiss to your head. Bringing a hand up to tuck your head back into his chest.

Listening to his heartbeat, you tried to distract yourself from the pain. Both of Ghost’s hands eventually found their way into your hair. His fingers slowly began massaging your scalp. Moving from your hairline, to your temples, and all around. It felt… good? Ghost’s fingers left a trail of relaxation across your scalp. Every spot he massaged felt like it physically cooled off. It wasn’t getting rid of your headache completely by any means. But it sure as hell felt good enough to calm you down.

The two of you laid with each other in silence for the next few minutes. Ghost never stopped his slow massaging of your scalp after he did once and earned a grumble from you. Finally, your mind felt a little bit of peace for the first time all day and your heart felt full and warm after being accompanied by your boyfriend. But eventually, exhaustion caught up with your body and you felt your eyelids become heavy.

You snuggled impossibly closer to Ghost, getting comfortable as possible. “Thank you, Si… I love you so much.” you whispered to him.

“I love you too, Y/n. Get some sleep, love.” Ghost responded, playing with your hair with one hand, massaging your scalp with the other. It was all too much comfort and relaxation, and you finally fell asleep. Curled up in the warm embrace of your lover, who fell asleep not much longer after you.

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justmeinadaze · 6 months

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Do you know what I’m thinking about?

Boxer!Eddie and Boxer!Steve

Enemies to lovers oof.

A/N: A gift for you on this Friday. We're all just horny, thirsty bitches. Lol. Love ya!

Warning: SMUT (slightly rough with some dirty talk and choking), ANGST (they aren't fans of each other; Eddie mentions his rough upbringing) FLUFF (at the end if you squint)

Word Count: 1935

Steve hated everything about him. His long hair that flowed around his shoulders before pulling it back during a fight. His stupid, cocky smile when he was being interviewed by the press or during a conference when they took his picture. Steve hated his snarky attitude that made it seem like he could care less about the sport as a whole. He despised the way his shorts hung low enough to expose the V leading into the waistband. He thought those tattoos splattered across his well-toned chest were ridiculous. But the one that Steve hated most of all was the fact that Eddie Munson didn’t seem intimidated by him at all.

Steve Harrington had been training to be a boxer since he left high school, finding a peace in the ring that he never found anywhere else. He worked hard to get where he was and this new up and comer just bursts onto the scene without a care in the world or even putting in the time.

“Mr. Munson! Do you really think you will be the one to finally knock out Mr. Harrington here?”, a reporter asked making Eddie grin widely.

“I mean, I haven’t been knocked out yet either so we’ll see.”

“Mr. Harrington! Thoughts?”

“I’ve been boxing now for over 5 years and worked hard. I’m not worried.”

“Are you implying I didn’t work hard, Stevie?”, Eddie teases.

“DON’T. Call me that. I’m not your fucking friend, Munson.”

“Ooo someone is grumpy this morning.”, he chuckles. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Harrington?”

“I woke up just fine. What side of the trailer did you wake up on?!”

The metalhead narrowed his eyes in his direction as his jaw tightened and he turned away.

***

Steve’s leg bounced in his corner of the ring as he glared across the way at his opponent. Eddie seemed more jazzed up than usual, staring back at him with just as much anger and annoyance. The bell rung as both men stood and met each other in the middle.

They each got in some good hits, Steve underestimating Eddie’s strength as he hit the mat hard, spitting out blood before rising to his feet. He could hear his dad’s voice in his head, ringing in his ears.

“Come on, son. You have to do better. You can’t just be lazy your entire life. I swear to God, you aren’t trying as hard as you should be.”

Steve swung his arm but Eddie swiftly blocked it and delivered his final blow, knocking the boy to the mat again. As the ref began counting down, Steve stared out into the audience as the images blurred around him and he passed out.

***

“You should go home, ya know, before I leave you here again in the dark.”, Eddie taunted as he walked through the arena to head for his car, stopping when he found Steve sitting cross legged in the middle of the ring. “Everyone else is already gone.”

“Good so get the fuck out of here so I can be alone.”

“Jesus Christ. You have an attitude problem.”, the long-haired boy scoffs as he starts for the door.

“I have an attitude problem?! No, Munson, you’re the one with the problem!”, he shouted giving the other man pause.

“Oh yeah? How so, pretty boy?”

“I have worked every day for this! I put in the time and training and you show up out of nowhere with your blasé attitude like boxing is the easiest fucking thing in world!”

“I didn’t work hard?”, he countered as he threw his gear to the ground and climbed up into the ring to face him. “I didn’t train and do anything possible to get here?! Oh no. How could I? Eddie Munson is just some trailer trash idiot who couldn’t be on the same level as Steve fucking Harrington. What would make you approve of me, huh? Maybe if I trained with equipment like Ivan Drago I could come close, huh, Stevie?”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?”

Steve takes a swing at him but Eddie swiftly moves out of the way, grabbing his arm and tossing him towards the ropes.

“You know, I can’t believe I actually fucking looked up to you.” The metalhead takes off his jacket and tosses it away as the other boy does the same. “When I was growing up, I was a huge wrestling fan. More than anything I studied the moves so when my drunk father came at me I could defend myself.”

Steve charged towards him and once again Eddie threw him to the floor.

“When I finally had enough money to find a gym and train, rumors about thee Steve Harrington flew all around the boxing circuit. I thought ‘Maybe one day I can be as good as him.’ Now I know…I’m better.”, he smirks and allows the other boy to actually tackle him to the mat.

They wrestle on the floor for a bit before Eddie gets the upper hand and locks Steve between his legs.

“See, I think your problem is you over think everything. It’s all numbers and stats for you. That’s why you hate me, isn’t it. Because I don’t give a shit about any of that. I just want to do good and have fun. Do you have fun anymore, Stevie?”

Elbowing him in the side, Steve flips Eddie over onto his back and straddles his waist as he pins his wrists to the floor.

“Oh…”, Eddie coos softly as he rolls his hips upwards, grazing the bulge between Steve’s legs. “I see. You need to be in control to have fun don’t you, big boy? You need to be the best at everything or else you’re a failure is that it?”

Steve exhales heavily, releasing the man from his hold with the intention of standing up and walking way but Eddie quickly grabs his face and roughly brings it down to hover over his own.

“Don’t let your dad dictate how you live your life. I don’t.”

With that he yanked Steve’s lips his own. Something lit up inside Steve he hadn’t felt in a long time, passion. When he pulled away, Eddie saw it reflecting in his eyes and smirked up at him, willing to play his game.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the long-haired boy wrestled him onto his back and kissed him again, sliding his tongue along his own as he continued to grind against him.

Steve pushed Eddie’s chest, maneuvering him till he was underneath him once more and placed his palm around his throat lightly choking him as Eddie’s hands roamed underneath the man’s shirt.

“Come on, Stevie, baby. Show me what you got.”

Growling, he pushed up onto his knees and unbuckled his belt, reaching into his pants to pull out his cock. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise at the man’s size causing Steve to flash him a smirk of his own.

“I think it’s time I shut that mouth up for you.”

Leaning forward, he guided himself into the man’s awaiting mouth, groaning when he felt him choke around him. Eddie tried to continue to wrestle but Steve had the upper hand here, gripping his hair tightly in his fingers.

“You can take my cock. Trust me. Your mouth is fucking big enough with all the attitude that comes out of it.”

Eddie quickly kicked off his shoes and looped his legs around Steve’s chest, knocking him backward as he climbed on top of him, and lifted off his shirt.

Steve mewled as Eddie’s lips sloppily kissed down his chest before enveloping him in his mouth again. The man’s own limbs circled around the metalhead’s waist but he didn’t try to pin him this time. More than anything, he just wants him closer.

Eddie drooled and spit around him, taking him as far back into his throat as he could. He was genuinely surprised at how good the man beneath him tasted, half expecting his natural flavor to be as bland as Steve seemed. Maybe there was more to him he didn’t know.

Hell, Steve misjudged him so badly, he may have very well done the same.

Steve released Eddie from his hold and roughly lifted him by the chin to bring his lips to his. After yanking down his shorts, the long-haired boy straddled his waist again before reaching between them and slowly sliding his cock into his entrance.

Their eyes scrunched close as Steve’s head fell forward onto his chest and Eddie responded by threading his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, Eddie purred as he pulled off his shirt, mewling when Steve’s lips kissed along his tattoos.

Once he was fully seated on his lap, he leaned back a little to watch Eddie bounce on top of him. The long, wavy hair he had hated fell around the boy’s face blocking those intensely, beautiful chocolate eyes that he had glared into numerous times. Those stupid tattoos he hadn’t liked were now glistening with sweat and his spit as Steve ran his mouth along his upper body.

That sarcasm he hated was now muted by moans and pants as his cock hit Eddie’s spot repeatedly causing him to clench tighter around him.

“Talk to me.”, Steve moaned. “I want to hear you.”

“Why?”, Eddie breathily chuckled. “I-I thought you hated my sass. We’re—shit—we’re not friends, right?”

Grabbing his neck, Steve flipped them around till Eddie was underneath him, grunting as he roughly thrust his cock deeper into him.

“T-Tell me why, Steve. Why do you need to hear how good you feel inside of me? Mmm—that no one has ever been this deep. Do you need to feel like you’re succeeding to get off?”

The man’s eyes met his before leaning down to place his head in the nook between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. His hips slam into his own till he hears the metalhead groan and cling to his hair as ropes of his seed hit his stomach. Steve follows close behind, panting loudly in his ear as he releases his spend inside of him.

Falling to his side, both men breathe heavily as they try to catch their breath. As Eddie pulls up his shorts and reaches for his shirt, he winces slightly as his other arm wraps around his ribs.

“They should have put ice on that.”, Steve responds casually as he grabs the boy’s shirt and hands it to him. “You’re also probably going to need to tape it up if your ribs are bruised.”

“I’m fine, Harrington, but thanks for the advice.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he huffs, rolling his eyes as he gets to his feet. “Still so fucking stubborn.”

Grabbing his shirt and his gear, Steve heads for the edge of the ring and throws his things to the floor. Allowing himself one more cursory glance, he watches Eddie struggle to put on his clothes before meeting him at the edge.

“Sit.”

“Huh?”

“Just sit! Please.”

Taken a back, Eddie does what he commands as Steve jumps down, carefully places his strong hands on the man’s sides, and guides him down beside him.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. I need you 100% if we’re going to be in the ring together again for a rematch.”

As he starts to walk away, he pauses when he hears Eddie’s voice echo through arena.

“Hey, Stevie! Did you mean the fight with gloves or without?”, the metalhead smirks as he waits for an answer.

“Keep calling me that and you’ll find out soon enough.”

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daysofyellowroses · 2 months

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a little fic based off this very lovely request 💗 | 1.3k | tw: mild language

Kerry looked up from stirring his tea as he heard the doorbell, taking the spoon out of the mug and leaving it on the counter before heading to the front door. He raised a brow as he saw David on the other side, stepping aside to let his brother in.

“Why didn't you just use your key?” Kerry asked, heading back to the kitchen.

“Forgot it didn't I?” David laughed, following Kerry into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “what are you making?”

“Tea,” Kerry replied, looking over to his brother. “You want some? Kettle is just boiled.”

“Why not,” David nodded, glancing around. “Who's home?”

“Just me,” Kerry got another mug from the cabinet. “Everyone's out.”

“Where?” David asked, sitting back and resting his hands on his stomach. “Anywhere interesting?”

Kerry shrugged as he poured some hot water into the empty mug.

“Kev is out with Pam. Mike has band practice. Mom is shopping and Dad's at his office.”

“And you ain't got plans?” David asked, looking up to the ceiling. “Not like you.”

“I'm just enjoying the peace,” Kerry grinned, dropping a tea bag into the hot water and stirring it. “Not all that often this place is empty.”

David laughed as he nodded, stretching his arms up slightly and letting out a yawn.

“Hey, I need your advice on something.”

“Oh yeah?” Kerry asked, taking the mugs to the table and setting one down in front of David. “What's on your mind?”

“I was thinking of asking Sylvia out,” David shrugged, picking up his mug. You know that girl from the bank?”

“Yeah I think so,” Kerry nodded. “She's pretty cute. Why do you need my advice? Just ask her out.”

“Well I..fuck this is stupid,” David sighed, taking a long sip of his tea before setting the mug down. “I just..I get so awkward around her. I never know what to say.”

“Really?” Kerry grinned. “You can't tell me you get nervous around a girl? You're constantly running your mouth, giving attitude. Why should it be different with her?”

“Because it is!” David groaned, sitting up and resting his head in his hands. “I don't want her to think I'm some big dumb loudmouth.”

“So you just don't want her to know the real you?” Kerry teased, laughing as David flipped him off. “I'm just kidding. You're overthinking this, it really ain't that complicated.”

“What do I do?” David asked, lowering his arms and looking over to his brother. “Like..what would you say?”

“Me?” Kerry raised a brow, looking up for a moment. “Hm..I guess I would say something like..Hey Sylvia, my brother David has a thing for you. You know him, tall, blonde hair, big mouth. He was too shy to ask you out so he sent his younger brother. You free Friday night?”

“Oh get fucked,” David groaned as Kerry laughed. “Come on, you're better at this than me. What do I say?”

“Alright, let me think,” Kerry grinned, taking a sip of his tea. “Okay, try something like..Hey Sylvia, I hope this ain't too forward but I think you're really great and I would be honored to take you out and get to know you better. If you happen to be free on Friday night I'd love to show you a great time.”

“You think it will work?” David asked, resting his palm against his mug. “I don't want to screw this up.”

“You won't screw it up,” Kerry grinned, getting up from the table. “Just be yourself. Don't stress about it. Worst case scenario she says no, not the end of the world. We got any cookies?”

“Top left cabinet,” David waved his hand. “Do you really think she'd say no?”

“I don't think so,” Kerry opened the cabinet and looked through it. “If you do it right.”

“No pressure,” David sighed, sitting up. “I hate being so awkward about this.”

“It's normal when you like someone,” Kerry took a pack of cookies and brought them to the table. “You don't want to look like an idiot in front of them.”

“Fair,” David nodded, reaching for the cookies. “What about you? You using your own advice?”

Kerry laughed softly and shook his head.

“Nah, I'm not really looking right now. If something is meant to be, it'll happen.”

“Look at you getting all wise,” David grinned, taking a couple of cookies before sliding the pack over to Kerry. “I guess single life is suiting you.”

“So far,” Kerry nodded. “I'm happy to focus on work right now. Big match on Saturday night, hope you won't be too distracted by your girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” David rolled his eyes with a grin, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. “she'th noth my girlfriend.”

“Not yet,” Kerry laughed, taking a sip of his tea and looking over to David. “You know..I've been meaning to tell you, I-”

“Hey, I'm home,” Kevin's voice sounded from the front door.

“In here,” Kerry called before looking to David with a smile. “I'll tell you later.”

“You better,” David grinned. “I'll be waiting on the edge of my seat.”

“Hey,” Kevin smiled as he walked into the kitchen, going to get himself a glass of water. “Did you have company?”

“No,” Kerry raised a brow, looking over to Kevin. “Why?”

“There's an extra mug on the table,” Kevin gestured to the mug sitting on the table across from Kerry. “Unless you just didn't feel like washing up?”

“Nah nothing like that,” Kerry shrugged with a smile. “David was here.”

“David..I see,” Kevin nodded, taking his glass to the table and sitting down across from Kerry. “I see him too, sometimes. Talk to him.”

“I know it's a little silly,” Kerry gestured to the untouched mug across the table. “But I really feel like he's there. Like we're just having the same conversations we woulda had.”

Kevin nodded softly, looking at the mug

“It's not silly. I do the same thing, I tell him about Pam and the boys and all of us. It feels like I could reach out and give him a hug, he's so real.”

“Hey, you ever tell him you miss him?” Kerry asked, letting out a sigh. “I always feel like I should. I want to tell him I'm sorry I wasn't there when he needed his family. That we let him die alone..”

“Hey, I won't hear it,” Kevin held his hand up. “We didn't let him die alone. He wasn't supposed to die, how in the world was it his time? Every time I see him I want to tell him that we all miss him, we love him. But I can't do it, I'm afraid if I say it then he'll really be gone.”

“I know,” Kerry murmured, looking up for a moment and taking a deep breath.

“One day he'll stop showing up and maybe I'll regret not telling him but..I just want to remember the good times when I'm with him. I don't want to remember he's not really there.”

“Well while we're still here, so is he,” Kevin smiled softly. “We keep him alive like this. I know we ain't ever gonna forget about him but..it just feels important. What were you talking about with him this time?”

“That girl down at the bank,” Kerry smiled, looking over to Kevin. “Sylvia. Just giving him some advice. He always had a thing for her.”

“He sure did,” Kevin laughed softly. “His ears used to go pink when she smiled at him after church.”

“The only time he wasn't running his mouth,” Kerry laughed, shaking his head. “who knows what coulda happened, it's just fun to think about I guess.”

“Yeah,” Kevin smiled, checking his watch. “You wanna come pick Mike up?”

“Why not,” Kerry nodded, looking over to the mug before standing up. “maybe I can repurpose that expert advice of mine.”

#the iron claw #the iron claw fanfiction #the iron claw fic #kerry von erich #david von erich #jeremy allen white #harris dickinson

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spicyclover · 1 year

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hey! can i request rough sex with danny bc he’s jealous that you’re getting attention from the other drivers cos they’re checking you out? :p

Her boyfriend, his girlfriend

Summary: "I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of story." - Daniel Ricciardo

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Oh my! I love this request <3 Thank you to you, to give me this prompt

Danny loves having you around the track, but he can't help to be jealous of all the mechanics. Let me explain it: you get along with everybody, and everybody loves you.

So, of course, whenever you are at the track, all the boys and girls have your attention, and Daniel feels left out a bit. But this time, it's different. There is this new guy, Josh. He joins the crew not long ago, and he's handsome.

Charismatic, popular, beautiful and intelligent. Yes, Danny is jealous because you seem so amazed by this dude. Like, what does he have more than Danny? A Ph.D.? A beautiful smile? Blonde hair? Okay, he hates him.

He does his warm-ups when he sees you talking to stupid Josh again in the distance. But this time, you are not alone. Lando, Charles, Max and Pierre gather around you like vultures. Charles wrinkles your shoulder, Lando makes you laugh, Pierre makes you blush, and Max makes lame jokes that no one understands but make you laugh just as much.

Normally, Daniel isn’t jealous of the other guys in the Paddock, but since they came to your house and saw you in your most sexy bathing suit. Their looks have changed for you.

It must be said that that afternoon many had difficulty containing their boner. Like you are gorgeous, and Daniel knows it. But somethings he wishes you were a bit less beautiful so he will be the only one to have your attention.

It’s only when Charles' mouth approaches your ear and caresses your hair that it’s too much for him. He says nothing and leaves his coach and his PR in the hospitality. Furious, he goes towards you with a sure step.

It’s when he comes near you. He turns you around and kisses you with passion. Oh, you know he’s jealous. You feel it. This is not new, and it must be said that sometimes you play with his nerves while remaining respectful towards him because you love him, your beautiful Australian lover and insanely jealous.

You giggle a bit but respond with the same fervour. Taking his head in your hands, you feel him biting your lip. You make no resistance to letting him inside. His arms around you and his hands on your but. You know he's showing everyone that you are his. Squeezing it, you let out a little scream.

He ends the kiss a few moments later, taking care to keep you against him. You turn to the guys who are suddenly and strangely embarrassed to have found it so sexy that they dream it’s them kissing you.

Charles clears his throat while Lando giggles nervously, and Max pretends to be called. Only Pierre and Josh keep their attitude and remain as flirty as before.

"So, what's up?" Asks Daniel with "innocence."

"Uhm..."

"We..."

"I gotta go," mumbles Lando and Charles nervously.

You smirked and rolled your eyes as you saw Daniel smiling with all his teeth. Josh is soon called by his hospitality to go to work while Pierre remains unbothered.

"Which position are you starting again? Question Pierre a little cocky.

"Fifteen."

"Hum," Pierre said before going away with a smirk. "See you at the track, man. Nice dress, Bella."

Daniel tenses, and you lock his eye in your.

"He's not worth it," You kiss him, take his hand and go to the hospitality. Once in his driver's room, you can't help but tease him.

"You're jealous..."

"Me? Jealous? He starts laughing his heart out. "Yes." Getting serious in a second.

"My eyes are only and only you. They all wish they were you. You know, they can't touch me where you touch me. They can't kiss me where you kiss me. They can't fuck me whenever you want to. So Fuck Em All." You whisper in his ear, kissing his jaw down to his underwear.

You're about to take them down when a knock on the door announces the end of your exchange.

"Shit, I have to go," mumbles Daniel, disappointed to not have enough time to calm his nerves and frustration.

You got to the Paddock club area and joined Isa and Carmen to watch the race together. Your panties are wet, and you can't wait to return to the hotel for Daniel to rip them off.

The race went well, and all the drivers decided to party at the most fantastic club in town. That's how you ended up drinking shots with Charles, Josh and Pierre, and that's why you ended up a bit drunk dancing with them.

Will dancing with the boys, your eyes were only on Daniel, who was talking with Max and Checo further back in a lounge. You wanted him to dance with you, but he was upset after the race he had, not getting any points and being frustrated all the time. He didn't want to party, but he went because you went.

You feel Pierre's hand getting a little more adventurous and back him off. Dancing a bit away from him, you ended up in the arms of Charles, who was more than drunk. "God, what a nightmare." You sigh and push him away. You don't have to do anything else that you get ejected off the dance floor. Someone grips your arm firmly and pulls you out.

You recognize the smell of Daniel, and you let him take you away.

"Let's go!" He screams going to the exist.

"Hey man, where having fun here." Exclaim Pierre coming forward.

"Don't fucking come closer, Gasly!" Oh, he's pissed. "Don't fucking grope my girlfriend."

"Oh, come on, mate!"

Daniel takes his jacket off and puts it on you while walking away. The car ride is in total silence and you know he’s pissed. Angry after himself, after Pierre and Charles and especially after his sickly jealousy.

You go back to the hotel. He holds your hand firmly and quickly leads you to the elevator to the room.

As soon as the doors close, he slams you against one of the walls and kisses you brutally. Crushing his body against his, you moan while feeling his tongue pass his tongue over your lips.

He turns around and slams himself on your back. His cock caresses your buttocks, his hands running through your body, giving you shivers, his mouth on your neck jealously biting your sensitive part.

You like it when Daniel gets tough. He’s firm, and he has total control of the situation. You know he’ll never do anything you don’t want, but he shows you who you’re with.

His hands roll up the skirt of your dress and touch your moisture. Your panties are wet with excitation, and you can’t help moaning his name. His ego is boosted to the max, and he sticks a finger in you without preparing or anything. He comes in without embarrassment and starts to stimulate you violently.

You’re all out of breath and filled with pleasure. The floors go up, and you know you will soon reach your floor when the doors open suddenly. "Fuck!" You thought, out of the elevator kissing him.

You’re not exactly sure how you got to the room, but once you’re out of sight, he pulls your tanga out of you, and he suddenly sinks in and makes you scream with pleasure. You cling to his neck, sticking nails in his flesh. You try to keep the pace, but his pool shots are fast and accurate, making you see stars.

He plows you for several minutes, even hours. You no longer have a sense of time. You whisper to him how much you love him, how much he does you good, how much he’s the best lover you’ve ever had.

You feel that the confidence in him gradually comes back, and his back and forth is done more tenderly, less aggressively. He licks your breasts by stimulating your clitoris to make you come a second time. Your already narrow walls, you imprison it in your den. Sinking it into you.

One of his hands holds you against the mattress, and he makes his last push into you. Taking care of becoming well in you. His hot liquid fills you, and you feel full, and so does he.

You’re trying to get up, but you can’t. You’re all numb, and your legs are cotton.

You take your breaths, and he kisses you quickly before going to the bathroom to get you a glass of water.

"Fuck..."

"What?" You ask, your eye close.

"I marked you as mine." He says, his fingers tracing the places your skin is bright red from his lips. "I'm sorry." He kisses you, swollen lips

"Don't be. I like it when you're dominant like that."

"You're gonna have bruised..." He says, after helping you in the bathroom.

"I can't even stand up, Dan. That's how fucking good you are." You whisper, going under the cover to sleep.

The next day, all the drivers took the same flight to go back to Monaco, and when you entered the aircraft, your hair was up, and everyone saw the bite mark Daniel left behind after your crazy night of sex.

Honestly, you did this just to see their faces; they are all jealously green.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #Daniel Ricciardo fluff #Daniel Ricciardo smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 smut #f1 fluff #fluff #smut

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l0serloki · 1 year

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hello! i was wanted to know if i could possibly request some yoru nsfw with a brat reader? tysm!

Yoru x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 800

Summary : Yoru forgot your daily kiss and you were not happy!

CW : Degrading, bratty!reader, choking, teasing

A/N : I KNOW THIS TOOK LONG BUT HERE U GO MY LOVE <3,, I GOT THE LOVELY IDEA FROM @madlumqx !!

You were mad. Yoru always gave you a kiss before leaving on a mission. This time he was too caught up in his hair to even notice you. By the time the two of you were on the aircraft it was too late.

“Y/N be careful out there. When we get back we can get some ramen or something.” You rolled your eyes, turning away to talk to Sage. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help but feel hurt at his actions. You heard him huff before going to find Brimstone.

“Where is he? Is he down the rampart?” Yoru’s question voiced through the tiny earpiece, ticking you off again. “Yeah, probably. Maybe use your eyes ‘Ru.” You snapped back as you shot at the enemy Reyna. He didn’t respond which meant he had to be sick and tired of the attitude.

The team had finishing the mission fairly quickly, kicking the enemies back to where they belonged. Yoru kept quiet the whole ride, giving you the side eye. As much as you felt terrible for being so rude to him you couldn’t help but be exciter at the prospect of what he would do. Yoru knew better than to let your brattiness go to waste and he made sure that stuck in. The last time you had thrown a fit, you hadn’t been able to walk for a few days. As if on queue you felt his Glover hand grip at your thigh, leaning into your ear. “You’re in for it now, blossom.” You could feel yourself grow hotter as you waited for touchdown.

Yoru had practically slammed the door shut as he pushed you onto the bed. “You think I’m a fucking joke? Acting like a total brat today in front of everyone? You’re getting punished.” You could only moan as he grabbed you by the legs, pulling you closer. His hands ran up and down your thighs before settling on your torso. His délicate touches left scorch marks on your skin.

He slowly peeled the shirt up, taking his time to tease you. You writhed in his hold, hating the slow pace he was inflicting. His hand slapped down on your waist, his words just as harsh. “Stop fucking moving slut. You know what you’ve done to deserve it.” You stilled your body as he continued to trace the edge of your bra.

“You want me to take it off? Want to show yourself to me that bad, whore?” He cooed as your begs met his ears, hands finally pulling down at the fabric. His mouth attached to your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub. You grasped at his hair, pulling his face as close as humanly possible. He lifted away, smacking your thigh. “You think you can pull on me now? Does the bitch think she’s in charge? How pathetic.” You could feel yourself practically drooling, begging for him.

“Yes, please. ‘Ru I’m sorry.. I just wanted a kiss! I didn’t mean to act up. Please, need you in me. Can’t take this anymore.” You panted into his neck, hands wandering around his body. He pushes you back, hands fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. “Just to be clear slut, I’m doing this for my pleasure - not yours. You don’t deserve it today.”

His hard cock slapped against his stomach, precum dripping down the tip. He obviously had enough of the teasing too, the boner being too painful. “Please baby! Need you!” You reached out as he rubbed his tip against your pulsating hole. You felt his hand come down on your throat, choking you lightly. “Yeah yeah whore, you’re gonna get your cock so shut up.”

His pace was almost relentless, bullying your cunt with no time to lose. You could only grip onto his shoulders as you felt the knot tighten. You were close again, desperate to get your release. “Please fuck, please I’m so close.” His thrusts got sloppy at your words, groans filling the bedroom. “Yeah, can feel this pretty pussy clenching me. Go on then, cum on my cock like the stupid slut you are.” You felt yourself gush all over him as he spilt his load.

You rolled over in bed to Yoru scrolling through Instagram. “Sorry about being a bitch earlier. You didn’t give me a kiss before our mission.” His eyes met yours, a snort leaving him. “Yeah I know, thought it would make you pissed. Wanted an excuse to fuck the shit out of you.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “There’s your kiss though.”

#yoru #yoru valorant #yoru x reader smut #yoru x reader #yoru x you #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant #valorant imagines #valorant fanfiction

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cottoncandy-cult · 8 months

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Babification Savanaclaw

INTRO/Dorm Selection Remember this is a fem reader insert so she/her pronouns are being used here.

Leona happily slept in the Savanaclaw lounge on one of several couches, it was deathly quiet in the dorm as last time they had made the mistake of waking the child sleeping on Leona's chest there had been hell in the form of training. It had been a few days since his lover had been babyfied, rather than waiting for the professor to bring him what he needs he instead had taken her to his brother to explain the situation. He hated it but he also knew that as a father, Falena knew better than him what would be necessary at this stage of infancy. Of course, he kept what Crewel had brought him, after all he didn't want to go out shopping if things took a bit longer than expected. At first, she was a bit of a handful, he hadn't been sure how to handle her crying and it left him snippy with everyone in the school. Surprisingly the teachers let his attitude go, after all he was having to do schoolwork and tend to an infant. But he had discovered something, if he rested her against his chest and started to purr her cries would start to quiet down till they fell silent. This had been his go to for when she was tired and fussy but wouldn't sleep, as well as when he himself wanted a nap. Despite slowly dozing off he could hear the whispers from the other dorm members as they'd watch him, some were complaining about how she sometimes cries at night, other stupider members spoke of using her against him so they could take over as dorm leader. That had been the comment that made him open his eyes, giving a deep growl as he glared in the direction the voice came from though, he quieted when (Y/n) gave a whine and rubbed her tiny face against his chest. Curling a strong arm around her and gently holding the back of her head as he sat up, keeping his eyes on the thoughtless loser that had thought he was being slick. The intensity of his glare made the opposing male tense, the nameless nobody stepping back when Leona stood. "This is your only warning, if you even look at her cross, I will turn you to dust. Don't test me magot." He watched as the offending male simply nodded, diverting his eyes from the two of them.

This calmed Leona somewhat, so he had turned to leave the lounge area and head back to his room. He was gentler than anyone would have expected him to be when he laid the sleeping baby on his bed, he had made a sort of bundle of spare covers and had pressed down the center to make a sort of nest so she couldn't roll out over or out of bed. He knew enough from when Cheka was this little, having helped take care of him every now and then when Falena and his wife were tired or busy. He took his time getting changed into his sleep ware, brushing his long dark hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face when he slept. Upon turning around his emerald eyes met (E/c), (Y/n) had woken up at some point and had just been quietly watching him. He couldn't help but chuckle, she could be downright adorable when she wasn't being fussy or a brat. "Watcha starin' at Herbivore? Don't tell me you're bored." He chuckled and went to sit on his bed, leaning back against the pillows he picked her up and rested her on his stomach as part of his new nightly routine. A goofy grin stretched across the little girl's face as her tiny hand reached up to pat his cheek, soft baby skin gently tapping at the scar over his eye. He remembered how when he first held her after the accident, she had been so curious about his scar and had touched it as if she hadn't seen it every day since the start of their relationship. It had reminded him of when Cheka had still been that little, the thought triggering a protective bubble to form in his chest though he'd never admit it. He had tried to mask this protective tendency, like when someone would try to convince him to let them hold (Y/n) he'd outright refuse. He'd fake offense and accuse them of doubting him, to hide the fact he just didn't trust anyone else to hold the fragile being. Though he was starting to think Ruggie was catching on, as earlier that day when Leona did his usual refusal spill the hyena boy had begun to smirk at the lion with a quirked brow. All Leona could do in return is roll his eyes and tell the boy to shut up, despite the fact the male had been silent. Though Ruggie took no offense, merely putting his hands up to signal his submission as he chuckled while Leona walked away. The male couldn't wait to tease her when she was back to normal, revenge for all the trouble she's caused the tall male by being in the situation.

Ruggie smiled as he served yet another table at the monstro lounge, he had been about to start a shift he decided to pick up there when Lillia had come to him with a little (Y/n) in his arms. Thankfully he had a harness as well, something that would allow him to carry the little girl as he worked, Lillia knew just how busy Ruggie could be so he figured the baby had to come with a chest harness. To Ruggie's surprise she had helped him accumulate a lot of tips, the students and faculty that would come to the lounge found her adorable. Many girls thought it was so sweet how he'd take care of her after such an accident, as most guys would have sent Lillia away. Because he was working voluntarily his tips didn't go into the staff tip pool, instead he got to keep them all as he wasn't bound by contract. "I'll have to take you out for lunch once you're back to normal, you've helped me a lot today." He kissed the top of her head, chuckling at her happy babbles as he took one of his breaks. He went to the kitchen to get a drink for the little girl, Floyd had gotten him a small glass for some juice before leaving him to relax and help her drink. It was kind of busy, so it made sense that he wouldn't really have time to tease him as he normally would in such a situation. Ruggie was careful with how he unfastened her, moving to sit on a chair by a small table and rest her on his lap so he could hold the cup more easily for the little girl. "You're pretty cute when you're little like this bunny, I'll have to take some pictures so I can show you later." He giggled and set the cup aside once she got her feel, his large hand rubbing her belly as he leaned back against the chair. He watched as she kicked her legs, continuing to babble to herself before he began bouncing his leg the way he would for the kids in his family whenever he'd visit home and be handed an infant or small child. She had quieted down some as she watched how the cooks would move about the kitchen and take meals in and out. "Heh, yeah you do like to cook huh? Nice to know that you still like it. Maybe I'll play you a few videos once we get back to the dorm." He continued talking to her, despite the fact she couldn't really talk back. But the way she'd tip her head back to look at him made him feel acknowledged. He took the time to give her some apple sauce he bought from the vending machine, careful to keep her clean since Crewel hadn't come by to drop off the baby bag yet.

Soon enough he was back on the floor, he carried a tray with 5 plates balanced on it in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. Little (Y/n) having been strapped back to his chest. He walked the trays to table 16, only to be surprised by the heartslabyul crew. "How long have you guys been here? I don't remember you coming in." Ruggie quirked an eyebrow, drawing their attention as he began to set the plates on the table while they passed them to the orderers. "We just came in a minute ago, Jade said it was the end of lunch rush and got us seated pretty quickly." Trey smiled, though his eyes like the rest of the crew's had drifted to the infant in moments. "So, it's true? Here I thought Ace and Deuce had been exaggerating when they said she had been turned into a baby." Riddle tilted his head with a chuckle, leaning forward some to get a better look at the baby that happily babbled against the Savanaclaw's chest. "Yeah, Lillia dropped her off earlier. Professor Crewel is supposed to be coming by soon to drop off a baby bag so I can take care of her until they fix it." He chuckled, poking at the little girl's cheek as her legs kicked out. "I have to get a picture for magicam, this is too cute." Cater was quick to lean across the table once he had taken a picture of his meal, holding up his phone as he made funny faces at the little girl so he could get a couple extra shots. "It was kinda scary at first, with her not having magic and all these potions tend to have stronger effects. I almost expected her to be dead or something when the smoke cleared." Ace scratched the back of his head; he and Deuce had talked earlier and both recounted how their hearts dropped to their stomach when they realized she was caught in the smoke. The moment had reminded them just how much she meant to them as a friend. Like sure they had fought students before for threatening or putting hands on her since she doesn't have magic, not all the students are willing to keep their magic to themselves after all regardless of rules. So in that moment they genuinely thought that would be what did it, they thought they'd have to be giving their witness accounts for her accident later. "Yeah, we are lucky this is the outcome, magicless humans seem so much more fragile you know what I mean?" Ruggie, tucked the trays under his arm. Watching as Deuce let the little girl hold onto one of his fingers. "I gotta get back to work now, you guys enjoy your meal." He gave a wave as he went to go clean up a couple tables, he was relieved things were slowing down as his feet were killing him.

Jack had been walking to his history class at the end of the day when Lillia found him, surprisingly with Proffessor Crewel in tow. He had been quite surprised to see the proffessor carrying an infant and even more so after they escorted him to Trein's class to explain what had happened. That was why he was currently sitting a bit further back from the table that he and the other students in his row used to write on, because he had to keep at least one hand on her the proffessor had been kind enough to allow him to use his phone to record the notes for that days class. Jack had been afraid to hold the little girl at first, she was so small compared to him or even his younger siblings at her age and near weightless to boot, he was afraid of crushing her but he also didn't want to drop her. He was able to rest her against his chest and simply hook his arm beneath her bum to support her, which made him feel a bit better about holding her as he didn't have to worry about her being able to breathe. He had taken anatomy back in highschool so he knew that beastmen were a bit sturdier physically for the most part when compared to regular people, and he often worried that (Y/n) was even more fragile as she didn't have magic or experience with being on the receiving end of it, she couldn't take magical blows the way someone with experience around the stuff could. But now here she was as a baby, completely helpless and magicless. It gave him anxiety, though he'd never admit it. Ever since she had been placed in his arms he had felt himself perk up, it was like his awareness had skyrocketed and he had to keep himself from growling when people got close. The more he thought about her predicament the more he wanted to skip class and go back to his dorm room so he could hide her away, the place felt to open for someone like her to be there. It was that thought that almost made him laugh, he recognized this feeling now as he experienced it whenever his siblings were little. His instincts were wired because someone he cared for was currently helpless, and worse yet an infant. much like how a wolf would prefer to keep its pups in a den, he wanted to hide her because he didn't trust the strangers around him and thus felt she was in danger.

Thankfully this was his last class for the day, so he wouldn't have to keep reminding himself that she was safe for too much longer. He raised a hand to gently rub the little girl's back, she looked like she was dozing off to his relief and his gentle rubbing seemed to be helping. He couldn't help but grin a bit, though he stuffed it down before anyone noticed as he knew several students had been curiously watching him. So he settled with distracting himself, carefully pulling out a small baby blanket from the bag. It was white with little grey paw prints all over it, a detail he chose to ignore as he did his best to wrap the cover around her without jostling her too much. He missed how the teacher smiled a little after moving to sit at his desk to get the homework gathered, the old man had a family of his own afterall so seeing the young man so carefully attempt to care for the small girl made him feel hope for this next generation. Before long the wolf boy was speed walking back to his dorm, regular bag over his free shoulder as well as the stuffed baby bag. He had been told to seek Sam if he runs out of diapers or needs anything baby wise, he was grateful to have younger siblings otherwise he felt he'd be absolutely clueless. Because of his slight experience he was able to relax as he rested her in a sort of nest he made on his bed, taking the chance to change into some sweatpants and a tank top. He'd grab something to eat in a few minutes, for now he was going to sit by the sleeping girl and work on a bit of homework. His arm had started to fall asleep from holding her, that was how he knew he was gonna get a workout taking care of her. His focus was broken when he heard a knock right before Leona walked in, Ruggie right behind him with a curious grin. "I just heard you brought the herbivore back; you could have at least told me what was going on yourself." Leona put his hands on his hips as he stood at the end of the bed, observing the little girl that was clipped into a yellow jumper with the Savanaclaw emblem on it. He would never say it out loud but it was kinda cute, but she also wasn't crying at the moment. He huffed, his eyes moving back to the slightly frantic underclassmen as he tried not to smirk. "Sorry about that, we just got back, and I was doing some homework before I fixed dinner." Jack sat down his papers and watched as his house warden leaned forward to get a better look, tilting his head some as he watched her sleep calmly on her back. "Just make sure she isn't screaming through the nights, otherwise we're blaming you if we lose sleep." He shot the male a mock warning glare, he knew because it was such a big change, she'd probably be lazy and sleepy for a while, but he still had an image to keep up. "Here I thought she was like prey before, now she may as well be a rabbit under the protection of the big bad wolf." He chuckled as he and Ruggie left, the shorter male had been happy to merely quietly observe and take in the situation for himself.

#twisted wonderland #Savanaclaw #xReader #babyfication event #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #Jack Howl #SFW #candy cult vault

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lg-123 · 2 years

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“You’re Stupid”

Pairing: reader x steve harrington

Overview: In which Steve “the hair” Harrington is completely oblivious to his friend’s feelings for him until Dustin helps him out.

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Y/n sat in her bed, tears running down her face. She set the book down she was reading, it had failed at taking her mind off of a certain boy. She was tired, not only had she just spent the last six months learning about the upside down and fighting a demogorgan, she also had worn herself out trying to get her best friend to see her the same way. Y/n didn’t understand. After the gate was closed and Eleven came back, everyone was happy. Lucas and Max finally got together. Nancy and Johnathan had whatever they have going on. Y/n had expected Steve to realize he liked her to, and they would live happily ever after, but that didn’t happen.

She thought back to her conversation with Dustin. The young boy had told her “Steve is stupid, we both know this. But if I talked about a girl the way he talks about you, I would need to propose.” This had caused the girl to laugh in whatever serious moment they were in. “Sorry Dustin, it seems you are wrong.” Y/n mumbled into her pillow. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Dustin and Steve were having the same conversation as Steve dropped him off at the school dance.

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“Steve my god you are lucky you’re pretty.” Dustin spoke out, bewildered at the boy he looked up to. “I’m telling you, me and Y/n have had this discussion. She likes you too!” Dustin yelled at the boy driving.

“Hey, hey no need for the attitude.” Steve shot back. “If y/n really liked me, why hasn’t she shown it or told me. I mean she cleaned my wounds after Billy did his whole thing, and she made sure we all got out of the tunnels. But that’s nothing.” Steve argued back. Dustin was shocked, how could someone be so blind.

“Steve, she checked on your face daily! She made you soup because she knew you couldn’t chew. She stays around to talk to you, remember how you were all alone at that party, she stayed with you the whole night. She even talked to that girl for you when you asked her, even though she said she didn’t want to. She likes you!” Dustin was fighting for this; he knew how much they both needed each other. Steve needed a constant in his life, and that was y/n.

Steve seemed to think back to all those things Dustin talked about. He remembered y/n missing out with her friends just to talk to him. She had checked on him every day after the tunnels were closed. They had many movie marathons while Steve’s parents were out of town, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he hated being alone. She was always there for him.

“Holy shit- I’m stupid.” Steve suddenly spoke.

“You’re stupid.” Dustin responded.

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Y/n heard the doorbell ring, she quickly wiped her eyes and headed for the stairs. “Pizza, pizza pizza.” Y/n was saying in a sing-song voice. Upon opening the door y/n’s heart dropped. It was not pizza, but a very frazzled looking Steve Harrington. “Hey?” y/n questioned, they boy was staring at her, almost debating. Suddenly he surged forward and grabbed her cheeks. The kiss was an explosion of sparks and fireworks. Both of them melted into the kiss, Steve wrapping his arms around the girl, afraid to let go.

“Umm excuse me.” The two broke apart with a jump. Y/n looked behind Steve to see a very uncomfortable pizza guy. Red faced, Y/n handed him the money and took the pizza. Steve had not said anything, neither had Y/n. Both were unsure if that had really happened.

“Sooooo want some pizza?” Y/n asked, breaking the ice. Steve only nodded.

“How long have you liked me?” Steve shot out. Y/n was taken aback. “Um probably the last 5 months.” She answered honestly. Steve nodded at her answer. He smiled, laughing at the girl. “I’m stupid.” He told her. Y/n smiled at him. She stuck her hand out for the boy to grab. Looking back at him she took him in, he was just as flustered as she was.

“You’re stupid.” Y/n agreed with him.

#stranger things #steve harrington #reader x steve harrington #dustin henderson #mutual pining

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kimikiui · 1 year

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Why You Should Vote for Hakupo

Hello. Good evening, morning, afternoon, brunch, sleepytime whatever time it is for you right now. I am here to sell my little autism creature to you. This is going to be a fairly long post so, just sit tight.

The second round of polls will not be out for a couple of hours. I wanted to reblog the post with this, BUT- I have class at 3 when the polls are released. Plus, gotta get those non Hakupo believers before they vote for anyone else, amirite?

Also the stickers used between catagories are the official line stickers by Pikomaru ➜ https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/3951590/en

Reminder; It's only Shinji sweep until its Hakupo sweep.

No, I'm not putting a section breaker because even if you don't read it, I want you to see the sheer size of this... It's an essay at this point. Let's get started shall we?

What is a Hakupo?

Hakupo Tsukishiro is a energetic and powerful masculine voicebank for Utau (and amadeusy but we dont talk abt brunnnoooo). He was released all the way back in 2010 and has had many important milestones in his 13 years of distribution. Four compilation albums, 7 voicebanks, 2,500+ fanarts (that i all have), and uses by really awesome people *points to the crowd*. That's all of you guys out there. <3

Hakupo as a character is inspired by moe, thanks Clarice. Like most moe characters, he's a bit air headed and happy go lucky person. His positive attitude is sometimes brought into original songs he's featured in, which just makes me smile- girlbosses love a good pick me up song.

Also he has a stupid little coat and pants. This is all you need to know to vote for Hakupo, but I will continue forward incase you are still on the fence.

Cool Hakupo Facts

He almost has the same exact suggested range as Miku (C3 to E5)... His is actually larger... he goes higher (C3 to G5).

The "Do Re Mi FâåÁaæ↓" incident of Christmas 2020, contact me I will elaborate further.

There is a little bit of an evil twin thing going on. Yeah. This is a win.

His genderbend design Kohaku is revealed when you turn down the brightness of his official reference sheet (he pulled a scott cawthon guys).

He hates to be called cute and have his head patted... which is cute.

Despite looks- His description says he has curly hair come on guys- LITTLE FLUFF.

By looking at his official Twitter bot, there's a few extra things we can learn about him. He is very stupid, very impatient, has a horrible sleep schedule, bad at multitasking, and can't stand still (I can elaborate more on these if asked).

I wrote a 43 page Utau cartoon pilot script with Hakupo as the main character. Shameless plug.

I also wrote my college admissions essay about Hakupo. Thanks for getting me into college Bobo!

Sick Bobo Uses

Get boboed.

What does Bobo mean to me?

I found Hakupo 7 years ago now, sitting in the middle of an Utau melody. I told myself I would just turn off my tablet and listen to the music. Yeah that worked- guess who was next after the screen turned off. BOBO! I needed to see the little creature creating this melody. I turned on the screen, and was not disappointed. Fancy twink in a oversized tailcoat with weird pants. I remember rambling to my mom later about how cool he was, why he was so unique, and why this one specifically caught my attention.

He's been my special interest since then, everyone around me knows Hakupo wheather they like it or not. He's about 80% of everything I draw, 50% of what I talk about, and 100% of my little creature I snuggle up with every night.

Literally.

I have a Hakupo bodypillow. Can't sleep without him.

Anyways, he's helped me find a lot of my best friends *coughcoughmeatcoughrevcough*, never fails to make me happy, and helped everyone around me realize I'm extremely autistic. The least I can do is write an ungodly long propaganda post while drinking my coffee at 9 am.

Stan Bobo Oobieero.

Hakupo Memes for Propaganda

GO VOTE FOR HAKUPO ON @utaupoll AT 3 PM EST

Thanks, have a nice day.

#kiui speaks #i am so pissed that im gonna b in math #why is 30% of my grade attendance #utau poll #utau #hakupo tsukishiro #propaganda #hakupo sweep #i spent 3 hours writing this

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7-wonders · 2 years

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how long did we know mad love!michael before the kidnapping? also how would you describe our first time meeting? 😭🤍

STFU I'VE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS I'M SO EXCITED!

So you knew Michael for only a couple of months before the incident where the butcher was stabbed and he was taken to Hawthorne. After his abrupt disappearance, you don't see him for about five months. Three of those months are because you're back home for summer break (summer between your sophomore and junior year), but it was still odd to not see him at all in May or September when you had been seeing him weekly for two months straight.

Now for the meeting...

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God, you really hate grocery shopping at normal hours. Most of the time, you only go grocery shopping with your friends at random, late-night hours, where you can feel comfortable surrounded by all the other weirdos and college kids who are slightly nocturnal. Grocery shopping during the day, on the other hand, feels as though you're being hunted for sport. Dodging screaming kids and judgmental mothers, fitness influencers and senior citizens, is one of your worst nightmares.

But you just had to forget that you had enthusiastically said you were going to make cupcakes for your weekly get-together with your friends where you all watch the new episode of your collective favorite show. The weekly get-together that just so happens to be tonight. Considering you don't have the ingredients to make cupcakes or the frosting with which to top them, you're on a time crunch that necessitates a daytime visit to the grocery store.

Regardless of how much you hate it, your poor planning has led you here, so you have no choice but to suck it up and make it as quick of a trip as possible. A basket is clutched tightly in your hands as you anxiously dart out of the way of one of those carts configured to be a race car before they run you over. The carton of eggs slides precariously in the near-empty basket, but remains safe. Safe, that is, until you turn into the baking supplies aisle without looking and crash into someone's back.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" you apologize profusely, shame heating your ears and making you wish the ground would swallow you whole. The poor person you nearly bowled over turns around, and you immediately relax when they do. "Ms. Mead!"

Ms. Mead is one of the weirdos that normally does her grocery shopping late at night. There's 'rumors' that she's a Satanist, though you don't know if you can call it a rumor said person the rumor is about wears a pentagram and regularly talks about the recent sermon at the Satanic Temple. Your friends like to steer clear of her when they see her, but you think she's badass, with her all-black wardrobe, dark lipstick, cropped hair, and 'fuck everybody' attitude.

"I wasn't watching where I was going, are you—" she waves off your concerns.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not some daisy that's blown over by a stiff breeze."

You grin, loving the way that she speaks. "Still, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be. Take pride in your actions! Don't apologize to anybody for anything!" You're surprised she doesn't launch into a sermon, something that she's done a couple times when talking to you before. "Where's your gaggle of friends? Hiding from me again?"

"It's just me here today. Forgot that I promised I was gonna make cupcakes for everyone tonight." She peeks into your basket, and you're sure that she's silently judging the Funfetti frosting that you had grabbed on the way in. "I'm surprised to see you here so early! Don't you always say that you get the best meat and produce by shopping late at night?"

"I do, but—" Her attention is drawn to someone over your shoulder. "There you are! Did you find it?"

You're not one to believe in cliches or stupid, cheesy romance. But when you turn around to see a tall, lanky boy around your age whose grunge wardrobe and Docs contrasts his golden curls, you think that you feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes, a pretty shade of light blue, nervously dart up from the ground to Ms. Mead.

"Uh, I think so?" He holds up a loaf of bread that Ms. Mead must have asked him to grab, and she nods approvingly.

"Good, toss it in the cart." Ms. Mead smirks when she notices how Michael stops in his tracks when he looks at you, his breath hitching in his throat as he tries to stand up straighter. "I don't think you two have met yet! Y/n, this is Michael. Michael's staying with me for a few months."

His eyes meet yours, and when they do, you can't help but smile. God, he's cute. "Hi, Michael. It's nice to meet you."

Michael bites his lip, raising an arm to run a hand through his hair. "N-nice to meet you too."

You both just stare at each other for a long moment, dopey grins on your faces. Finally, you snap out of it when your phone buzzes in your pocket. "Uh, I should get going. I don't wanna be late."

Ms. Mead places a hand on Michael's shoulder and squeezes gently. "You do that. It was good seeing you."

"Yeah, nice to see you too." You look at Michael one more time, eyes dropping to your basket when you see he's already looking at you. "Bye."

You turn on your heel and leave, not stopping until you're on the other side of the store. Once you are, you stop and place a hand over your racing heart. Get a grip, you tell yourself. You see one cute, shy guy with golden retriever energy and immediately crush on him? Ridiculous. It was one thirty-second interaction, after all.

Still, as you enjoy the fruits of your labor later that night sitting with your friends and dissecting what you just watched on TV, you can't help but think of the way a soft blush dusted his high cheekbones when you said his name, or how sweet he seemed to be. Maybe you'll start going grocery shopping during the day, after all.

#mad love musings #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #american horror story #michael langdon imagines #american horror story imagine #ahs imagine

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 1 year

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ok for the character ask game, you already know I have Meneldir on the brain today, sooooo.... thoughts? 👀 (also if OCs are fair game, I would Love to hear more about Est :unlessranger:)

:D i'm always down to ramble about est lol

hm. meneldir's gonna go under a cut tho on account of before the spoilers i think

est:

one aspect about them i love: she is friend shaped <3 she is also allergic to chill most of the time

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: hmm. i don't really know honestly? the one thing i've really ever run into like that is 'oh, is she in love?' which. i can look at what i wrote for her and go 'yeah alright, that's a perfectly reasonable way to read that, but no, she's not In Love' but even that's like. i get it? it's perfectly rational? idk

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: she used to hang out with the lake-spirit of the long lake. she decided she really liked zhelruka food in the grey mountains. she's aroace & in a qpr. she really hates having her hair long (Feels Bad on the back of her neck) despite the prevailing elf attitudes around long hair in a lot of places. she spent a few centuries just kinda wandering; she was up and down the northern anduin a lot, and may have ended up farther east at some point too (i don't know all the details here yet). she is fully willing to use runecraft for stupid things despite how seriously people take it, and this has in fact been encouraged in her by a few people (talagan, but lowkey, and also probably gandalf 'aren't fireworks awesome?' the grey)

one character i love seeing them interact with: oh hm. it's very funny every time she talks to viznak, bc he'll just say things and she just goes '......sure! why not.' she makes a genuine effort to have Cook Opinions on his various swamp brews. she thinks the entire situation is very weird, but on a scale from ???? to Actively Trying To Kill Us, she's pretty much fine with it

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: you'd think i'd have more control over this one, considering she's my character, but! it's grimbold. she felt bad about how the aftermath of troubled dreams went, and after awhile she could look at her talk with him and go 'oh! yeah so he was doing as bad as i was after all that', and she always meant to talk to him about it, especially once everyone else was getting mad on her behalf over it, but it just never ended up happening. she still feels bad about that

also i wish she would tell me a little more about her relationship with her father, but she emphatically Does Not Want To

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: oh i guess i already had some of these. oh well. post-black book (and gundabad/return to carn dum? idk, i don't know when i'm gonna cut off her doing the epics), she starts doing some Actual Combat Training, bc she never really did any of that, and her primary weapon of Zap Them can only take her so far, especially when she's supposed to be on stealth missions lmao. anyway, she learns some dagger things from faeron. she does a little bit of archery with radanir, but it never really ends up being her Thing

meneldir:

one aspect about them i love: he wants! to help! he really really does! enough that he's willing to go back to people he has no reason to expect a warm welcome from!

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: hmmm... in world or out of world lol.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: well! tossdir is still just. permanently attached lol. i think meneldir has picked up way more trivia about the history of cardolan from narndir than he admits. he likes spicy food but doesn't have a super high spice tolerance. i also think he would be a fan of barbecue (there is absolutely no reason for this one lol)

one character i love seeing them interact with: Meneldir squints at Bregoleth. 'Sometimes Elves have trouble marking the passage of the years. I mean no offence.' i think he and bregoleth should hang out more

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: narndir!!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: there are some half-formed thoughts about who might have been in that house he was supposed to watch, and if halbarad might have been related to them and/or meneldir, and just how much of his insistence on trusting this rando adventurer and barely even looking at meneldir was personal vs just the result of having one of his worst weeks ever so far. i haven't worked all my thoughts on it out yet, but there is. soup

#ask games #est #really i think est's relationship with her dad was fine she just. does not want to talk about it #mostly i think she's kinda upset with him for leaving/sailing but she really doesn't Want to be so she just avoids it #like she Knows or convinces herself that it's perfectly fine for him to go and that sometimes it's genuinely for the best #but her feelings on it won't agree #and she knows eventually that she's not going to see him again so she tries not to be upset over something that can't be changed #this goes as well as Ignoring The Problem ever goes #meneldir thoughts delayed by one- repeatedly having to go 'you can't put tossdir on his wiki page' at myself and two- still #still haven't picked/made an oc for before the shadow or honestly even decided if i'm going to #tossdir gets to join bregelian and elegys on the list of 'guys i genuinely keep forgetting aren't canon' lmao #meneldir

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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SMALL FONT VER.

.! 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢 !.

— “ Get this 'cause you're never gonna get me! “

— “ I am the very disease you pretend to be! “

Ghost heard a sniffle come from you under the blanket. “I’m sorry to hear that, love. And I’m sorry that there isn’t much I can do…” he sighed.

“It’s okay. Just… stay with me please?” You rolled over under the covers so you could press your forehead against his chest. Curled up and snug against your boyfriend as he comforted you.

You snuggled impossibly closer to Ghost, getting comfortable as possible. “Thank you, Si… I love you so much.” you whispered to him.

REQUESTS:: OPEN

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natalie-the-writer · 2 years

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Hey y'all! It's another UglyDolls story. Yep.

Except this time, I did a big twist with an AU idea I've had in my mind for months. This story follows where the Lou in the movie wasn't the real Lou, but a replacement and, well, you'll see how it goes.

Replacement and Rescue

It had been two years since Lou woke up locked in the basement of his own home. Two years since of him being in this ten by ten foot cell with three sleek grey walls and one glass wall. Two years since he was replaced for being 'corrupted' because he learned emotions from Ox and was willing to send a so-called 'ugly' doll to the Big World. Two years of learning dolls' names every night, seeing the memories of his replacement, and trying not to cry from helpless loneliness. He couldn't save his dolls. He couldn't protect them from the harsh words of the doll who pretended to be him. He couldn't protect Ox.

Everything changed a few days ago. Dolls that could only be from wherever Ox came from had shown up. They were going to go through the Gauntlet - an exercise for compassion and skill during his leadership and an object of pressure and fear for his replacement. If they made it through, it would reveal the secret. Lou might get out of there. For the first time in a year, he allowed himself a little bit of hope as he meditated, peering through the eyes of his replacement. The creator couldn't completely sever their connection with one Lou alive. Why he was alive in the first place, he didn't know. Didn't really want to know the answer.

It had been hard to stay up straight and meditate for hours. He usually kept it short, just a glimpse because even though it was torture for himself, he had to know. He hated not knowing even if everything he found out, everything he saw during lessons, crushed him. He was sleep deprived for hours, shaking where he sat and heart thundering in his chest, but he had to know what would happen. Ox was back. His replacement dragged him here and as much as Lou hated him being tossed around by someone he thought was Lou, there was a part of him that was happy. Hopeful. Ox was near. He would figure it out. He had to. The replacement had his memories, but not his attitude.

Ox would figure it out.

Lou watched as his replacement ran the Gauntlet, doing everything he could to trip the other dolls and failing. His heart went a mile a minute, a foreign, forgotten smile of triumph appearing on his face every time the other blonde was thwarted. He watched Moxy, Mandy, Nolan, Ox - everyone. He watched everyone cross. Watched his replacement fail. Grinned when the metaphorical ax fell and his replacement revealed he was a prototype.

Exhaustion took over in a wave as his replacement fought Lou's brother. His palms hit the ground, head hanging forward and bangs covering his face. His hair had long since fallen out of a perfectly good style, hanging in wavy locks on his forehead and reaching just above his shoulders. The last thing he heard was his replacement's cackle and remark of, "I'm not the Lou you knew."

He woke up hours later on the ground with a crick in his neck and his replacement banging on the glass. He rolled his head to look, lacking the strength to stand or even raise up.

The second Lou looked so much worse for wear than ever - suit shrunken, hair a mess, and a scowl permanent on his face. They must've sent him through the wash. Lou allowed himself a small smile. 'Was the water nice?' He wanted to ask, but all that came out of his mouth was air. He hadn't spoken in months. He wasn't sure if his voice worked anymore.

"I'm leaving to talk to the creator and get my position back since your stupid doll friend took it from me." He growled, folding his hands behind his back. Lou's smile grew. "Don't worry, they know nothing about you. They won't find you. They aren't looking for you." His mouth pulled into a smile as Lou's heart dropped. "I can sense your hope as well as you can see through my eyes. You shouldn't have developed emotions. If you hadn't, you'd be in my place without a stupid mistake to take care of."

'I'm glad I developed them!' He wanted to scream. 'I don't want to be like you. I'd rather be here than hurt any doll, especially my brother.' Since his throat refused to cooperate, he glared with newfound defiance. It'd been so long since he'd stood up against his replacement, acknowledged him with more than a short look, and it felt powerful. It felt right, for just a moment.

His replacement snorted. "Adorable." He spun on his heel. "I'll be back in a week or two. Try not to die before then. Sir wants you alive for some reason, despite all your mistakes." Lou waited until the door down the hall closed before letting his eyes shut, breathing deeply as he slowly pushed himself to sit up against the wall. The little cot of a bed was only three feet away, but he didn't have the willpower to get on it. Instead, he drew his knees to his chest and settled his forehead on top of them, unbidden tears falling down his cheeks. Relief. Hope. Desperation. It all boiled over into uncontrolled crying. He hadn't cried in months.

It felt good.

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Lou waited five days.

He forced himself to take a long cold (it was always cold) shower in the little cubicle in the corner every day. Most of it was letting the water fall down on his face and over his threads, grounding him to reality with every shiver. A robot brought him a meal once a day. They seemed to get smaller and smaller with every month that passed, only enough to keep himself alive. He wore plain, stiff clothing, usually black or white, and he hadn't felt comfortable since his capture.

Who was he kidding? The only time he felt comfortable in his life was when he was singing his songs, teaching, or with Ox. It had been a long time since any of that happened. Could he even sing anymore? What would he sing about?

On the evening of the fifth day, Lou sat once again with his back against the wall. He couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to sleep. Every sound made him jerk, hope skyrocketing that someone was here to save him only to crumble when no one showed. He couldn't take much more of this. His hair was wet from his most recent shower, damp clothes clinging to his skin because he hadn't had the energy to dry himself as much. Shivers wracked his lanky frame making him curl up tighter.

Lou eventually put his head down against his knees again, wrapping his arms around himself in the closest thing he could get to a hug. He missed Ox's hugs. He missed Ox. His only friend. The only person who ever hugged him. Sometimes, he could feel the phantoms of his arms ghosting around Lou's torso, a barely there touch that was really only air. Absentmindedly, he wondered what other's hugs would feel like.

His imagination was torture.

Lou sighed and closed his eyes, trying not to picture for the millionth time what it would be like to be rescued. He couldn't get himself out of this. He'd tried so many times. Attempts only ended in punishment. His body was too weak to try now, even with his captor away. His mind was only sharp through single player card games and mental problems he solved. How he kept his sanity, he wasn't sure. Always remembering Ox? Always keeping a small drop of hope despite everything?

There was no hope now, he realized. Tears pushed at his eyelids and his head pounded in time with his heart. Ox was within a mile from him and he hadn't found him. Hadn't figured it out. He wouldn't be found. Lou #2 would come back and take over again. Everything would be the same except... Ox and the others would undoubtedly be kicked out or worse, never able to return. Lou would be truly alone. He shook, pulling his legs closer as tears broke through, soaked into the cloth of his black pants.

He didn't want to be alone anymore. It was cold. Sad. Scary. All the bad emotions Ox gave him names for. He wanted it to stop.

He wanted his brother, but he was just out of reach. So close, yet painfully far.

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Lou wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but he knew when he woke up to the call of his name.

"Lou!"

He shook his head a little, pressing his eyes shut again. It was only in his mind. His stupid imagination. He kept his head downward, pulling his body as close together as he could go to try and block out that imaginary voice in his head. A voice he hadn't heard in years. The last time he truly heard Ox, they were wishing each other goodnight the day before the Gauntlet. Lou had replayed that moment thousands of times, wishing that he'd said so much more.

"Lou! Please, Lou, look at me."

'No, I won't.' He said to the voice in his mind, fighting back the urge to really look around. It would only be another disappointment. 'You're not really here. I'm not about to get tricked by my own mind. Not again.' His fingers pinched the fabric of his pants as he screamed at himself to snap out of it. He was losing his mind. He really was going crazy.

"I'm coming, buddy. We're coming. Just hold on and I'll be right there with you. I'm here."

Buddy. Only Ox ever called him buddy. He went to raise his head only to forcefully stop himself. No, he was not going to respond. Voices without bodies don't get responses. Their promises aren't real. Their words can't bring the comfort he longed for.

There was a whoosh of air and then the pattering of several footsteps, one set much faster than the others. He really was losing his sanity after two years. He was breaking-

Soft arms wrapped around his torso from the side, one looping around his back and the other across the front of his legs. He jolted with what little strength he had left in him, but was otherwise frozen, his mind coming to a stuttering halt as he curled further into a ball. No. No. No. This wasn't real. It was too much. Why? Why did his mind do this to him? Hadn't he suffered enough?

"Lou." His name was spoken softly. Ox. That was definitely Ox's voice. It was always Ox in his nightmares and dreams, screaming at him or comforting him. This was no different. He wouldn't fall for the trick.

The arms tightening around him almost broke his resolve. He turned his head away a little, unwilling to look at the illusion or think about how real the hug felt. "Talk to me, Lou. I'm here. I'm sorry. Can you hear me?" One of the arms moved. Lou almost let out a whimper at the loss of contact, as fake as it was, and opened his eyes to stare at the blank tile. A hand took his chin gently, pulling it until he was face to face with Ox.

Ox who's hand was warm. Ox who was looking at him with his one eye brimming with tears and mouth turned up in a shaky attempt at a smile. Blurred figures stood at the edge of Lou's vision, silent and staring, but he only had eyes for the illusion. "Say something, Lou. Please." His voice cracked, fingers tightening minutely on the blonde. The touch, the pressure, gave Lou a realization that had his lungs hitching and tears pooling in his eyes again.

This was real.

With a burst of sudden strength, he gripped onto Ox's arm with his hands, checking- He was solid. Completely solid. A strangled sound left his throat as he met eyes with his friend, more tears running down his face. He choked on them, breaths coming faster as he was enveloped in a strong hug, face pressed into the green fur of Ox's chest. Lou hung onto his warm with all his might, begging for this not to be a dream. 'Please, don't let this be a trick. Please.' He wasn't sure who he was begging to. Himself? God? Ox? Trembles ran through his frame, suppressed sobs and flagging strength overtaking him.

"I'm right here. I promise." Ox whispered, voice breaking again. He always knew what Lou was thinking. "Oh gosh, Lou, I'm so sorry. If I knew - if I'd known - I would've been here in a heartbeat."

He hadn't used his voice in so long that he wasn't sure how to speak. He opened his mouth, pushed his throat, and- "Ox." The name was barely a whisper, hardly loud enough for he himself to hear, but Ox's arms tightened anyway. He tried again, managing something slightly louder. "Ox. Ox."

"I'm here. It's- You're gonna be just fine. We'll get you out of here. He'll never hurt you ever again. Just rest a minute. I promise I've got you." One hand moved from his back to run through his wet hair. Lou's eyes closed involuntarily, breathing evening out at the action. "Moxy, Ugly Dog, keep an eye out for that... monster of a doll. Mandy, your house is closest. We need to get him somewhere comfortable and out of here. You're going to lead the way. Nolan, I need you to come here. Everyone else, find anything that might actually belong to Lou and then act as bodyguards outside. We don't need other dolls seeing. It would be too overwhelming."

The calm command in his friend's voice soothed his heart further. The role of leader fit him well. Lou peeked an eye open as several pairs of feet moved, vision clearing now that the tears bad slowed. He recognized all the dolls, seen them from his replacement's memories, and knew the Pretty Dolls' names since they were created. He also remembered all the others. As Nolan came closer, an anxious look in his mismatched eyes, he let his eye fall shut and relaxed against his brother. If he trusted them, then Lou could trust them, too.

"What do you need me to do?" The brunette's voice was small. Lou recalled the Ugly sign on him and the U.G.L.Y. song that made him cry. Did that shatter his confidence on the first day? His heart wrenched with the thought. He'd have to make it up to him. Somehow.

"I can't... I'm not tall enough to carry him comfortably. I need you to, until we get to Mandy's house. Please."

"I... I'll do it. As long as he's fine with it."

Lou felt the eyes on him and ignored how his heart picked up the pace again. He wanted Ox and only Ox, but he also wanted out of here. It had almost been a week since the other Lou left. He could be back at any moment. He wasn't about to get locked in a cage again when freedom and safety were right in front of him. So, he forced himself to open his eyes halfway, look between Ox and Nolan, and nod.

"You'll be just fine. I won't be far." Ox assured as he was gingerly shifted away. His brother didn't let go until he was safely tucked against the chest and shoulder of the other doll, one arm looping around his back and the other under his knees. After a '1, 2, 3' count, he was lifted from the cold floor. He tried not to 'cuddle' up against Nolan - they weren't exactly friends and the Lou the brunette knew was far from the original - but it was hard when you hadn't had the contact of another individual in two years. Carefully, he pressed his forehead to Nolan's neck and folded his hands over his stomach. Nolan stiffened, saying nothing, and Lou deemed it safe enough to close his eyes again.

He wasn't sure when he drifted off. Slivers of consciousness came and went as he was carried down the vast hallways of what was once his mansion (he wouldn't admit to himself that he flinched when he peeked and saw all the statues and artwork). He opened his eyes a little when warmer air hit him, almost crying when he saw sunlight and buildings. Outside. He was outside. The wind whipped by, running through his hair like an old friend, and he smiled. Lou wanted to see all of it, but his exhausted body begged for reprieve. He gave in, letting unconsciousness take him in bits and pieces for a little while. Vaguely, he was aware of the forms moving around him, creating a barrier, and Ox's hand on his arm.

He awoke again when he was put down, laid across something so soft he could've cried a third time. A bed. A soft bed that was a stark contrast to the cot he had nightmares in. A large hand rested on his head as the comforter was pulled over him. "Rest bud, you're safe." He whispered as another, heavier blanket was flattened over Lou. A weighted blanket. Lou snuggled down into it, a small puff of content air escaping his mouth. Everything was soft and warm. He could lay there and not get up again for all he cared about right now.

There was a small shifting of feet as he laid on his side. He listened as Ox told some dolls to leave, grab supplies, and inform the town that he'd be unavailable for a while. (Knowing Ox would be there made the last of the unknown tension ease from his muscles, leaving him feeling floaty and happier than he'd been in forever.) He called back two dolls: Mandy and Nolan. He instructed them to help keep watch on Lou.

Before everything, Lou would've protested being babied. He was independent, perfect, and everything in between. Now though? He wanted dolls close to him, even nice dolls that he didn't know because they weren't mean and cold.

As the conversation went on, Lou found himself no longer able to feign sleep, slipping into real oblivion easily. No nightmares interrupted him.

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Despite everything, something urgent came up that Ox had to deal with. It had been several hours since Lou went to sleep and the sun was going down, the bustle of the town at a slow down before dolls poured through the portal, their children asleep and ready to get rest themselves, hang with friends, or grab a bite to eat. Mandy had returned barely half an hour before, walking in the door right before Ox left, leaving her and Nolan to watch over the sleeping blonde who looked so much like the tyrant who was toppled a week ago.

"He looks a little different." Nolan muttered after a long stretch of silence, unaware of her racing thoughts. He was looking at Lou, almost studying him, and watching the ride and fall of the doll's chest. Lou had barely moved since he was placed in bed. The only movement he did make was from when he was switched into more comfortable blue pajamas, now laying on his back instead of his side. His hair was laid out, fanning over the pillow in golden waves. Sometimes, he'd almost smile, lips twitching up, only for his face to fall lax again.

But there were things underneath the blankets and a peaceful face. Lou was thin, thinner than a doll should be. He'd been locked inside of what could only be described as a cage, unmoving against the wall when they found him. He'd broken down in tears when he finally responded to Ox, eyes so lost and vulnerable it made her heart hurt. She hated to think she'd been so skeptical of Ox's suspicions that there was something else going on. It was only after they found the secret door by pure dumb luck (as in Lucky Bat and Ugly Dog horseplaying until they ran into the fake column-lever) that they found the real, vulnerable Lou. If they hadn't gone in there, hadn't found him.... who knows what would've happened.

He'd been there a long time. That was clear to see. Why hadn't anyone noticed? She wasn't here for his personality flip, wasn't here to see one Lou turn to another, but did he not have friends who would see it?

She thought back to the words and technical warning Ox gave before he left. "We can't fix the past. I was the only one who coulda seen it and I didn't..." He'd ran his hand over his head. "We can only help him now. He's going to be a complete flip from the Lou you know. He... He was only just learning emotions when I knew him. There's no telling what that time did to him. Be careful with him."

Then he'd left, leaving the three dolls alone. It'd been an hour.

"He does," she replied after another minute. They were sitting in armchairs by the bed, watching either the window or Lou. "But...before he probably looked exactly like... him." Her voice lowered to a near growl on the last word. She didn't understand how someone could take the identity of another, destroy who they were in the public eye while torturing the original.

Nolan fiddled with his hands. "What do you think he's like?"

"I... I don't know. We'll find out soon."

A few heartbeats later, Lou shifted.

'Sooner than expected,' Mandy thought, tensing a little while trying to appear relaxed. She thought she mostly succeeded. Nolan did not. He gripped the fabric of his pants, shoulder going a little rigged as Lou slowly pulled his eyes open, brief confusion and fear flashing across his features until realization settled in. He blinked at the ceiling, then his eyes landed on them, curious and hesitant. None of them said a word for a full thirty seconds.

It was Lou who broke the silence, voice an unused rasp. "Hi." He gave a little wave with his fingers.

Nolan jumped into action. "Hi- uhm, oh, you must be dehydrated. Hold on. I'll get some water." He sprinted from the room so fast that he ran into the hallway wall. Both Mandy and Lou winced. "I'm okay! Just a minute!" His fast footsteps disappeared down the stairs.

The two remaining occupants met eyes, Lou looking between her and the door with a little worry. She waved it off, trying not to show how caught off guard she was to see that face show such emotion. "He'll be alright. He does that sometimes. Do you want to sit up?" He opened his mouth and she stopped him. "No talking. Just move your head, okay?" He nodded twice, getting his elbows up under him. Mandy hastened forward to help him, putting her hand against his back as he slowly sat up. She helped him lean back against the headboard, blankets still firmly wrapped around his shoulders. He looked a little like a sick child, except with emptier eyes.

"Thank you," he mouthed, offering a tiny smile.

Instinctively, she smiled back. "You're welcome."

Footsteps came down the hall again. Nolan practically sprinted into the room with a half full pitcher of ice water and an empty glass. Mandy raised an eyebrow. "You didn't spill half of that, did you?"

"No, but I knew I would if it was filled to the top." Nolan replied sheepishly. He poured up a glass and held it out to Lou. The blonde pulled his arms out from under the blankets, taking the glass in slightly shaking hands. Mandy stepped forward to offer assistance, but he managed to drink it by himself. He went through another refill in slightly weird silence before putting the glass on the bedside table with the pitcher.

Lou ran a hand down his throat and cleared it. "Thank you, Nolan." His voice was still weak, but less gravelly. A bare whisper that could almost not be heard over the ceiling fan. Nolan grinned, some of the tension broken, and said "anytime." The word made a smile form on Lou's lips.

It was strange. If the Lou from last week had smiled, it was the smile of a shark, teeth or not. The hesitant smile on this wavy haired Lou in pajamas was entirely different. A doll pushed toward the edge finally saved.

"Where's Ox?" He asked, folding his hands in his lap. Blue eyes scanned the room in one swoop, anxiety visibly growing the longer Ox wasn't around. The image of him clinging to his brother as hard as he could flashed across Mandy's mind, pulling on her heartstrings once again.

"He had to step out for a little bit." He'll be back soon." She assured him. "Something about several dolls fighting."

"Oh. Alright."

Silence descended for a minute. Not exactly uncomfortable, but they didn't know each other. Lou didn't know them. They didn't know this Lou. He needed to be comfortable, especially while recovering.

Wait...

"How did you know Nolan's name?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him. Her tone was carefully constructed to be curious, not accusing.

He fiddled with a stray thread on the blanket. "I was awake earlier, but it wouldn't have mattered if I was or not. I know the name of every doll that is made for me to teach." He said, then winced. "Well, before, anyway. Now I know the names and have to watch while my replacement teaches you all. He's right and wrong." Like that, he was off on a tangent, eyes narrowed on the bed as his voice gave in an out. There was a small fire brewing in his irises, drawing Mandy in. "The washer is only for demonstration. Not to be used on dolls. The Gauntlet isn't supposed to just test strength, as you all finally figured out. The-'' He broke off in a coughing fit. Nolan poured another glass and passed it to him.

"Slow down, Lou." Mandy said. The name felt foreign on her lips. "There will be plenty of time to dissect that later. The other... guy is gone. All you need to do is rest up."

He finished the glass, voice dejected as he spoke again. "He'll be back soon. Possibly with an army of robots or something. He wants his... throne back and me gone. He hasn't been able to since the creator wants me alive for some reason, but now? He'll kill me no matter what." He let out a frustrated huff. "If I had the strength, I could tell you exactly where he is?"

"What do you mean?" Nolan voiced the question on Mandy's mind.

"He is... hardwired to me. I am the original prototype to run this place. Since there can't be two from the base programming, he is based off of me. Connected to me." He touched his chest, right above his heart. "We both have chips. Mine is the original. His follows mine. I can see through his eyes and he can feel my emotions since that's the one difference between us. The creator made sure he wouldn't develop emotions like I did. He has many purposes to drive him, but not emotions. He won't listen to a word I say. He's less doll, more... robot."

"We'll fix this." The promise pulled itself from Mandy's lips. He looked at her through hanging bangs. "You won't be hurt again. We'll get rid of him. You'll have your rightful place again."

He smiled, looking somewhere between shy and surprised, but grateful all the same. "Thank you."

"It's the right thing to do." Carefully, she took his hand in hers. The muscles tightened a brief moment, hesitation flickering across his face, and then his fingers curled around hers in a gentle squeeze. "Wage is coming with some food for you. It should be here soon. Ox said you liked pasta with pepper."

A small light lit up his eyes. "I do."

"Then you're in for a treat."

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Not long later, several sets of feet came bounding up the stairs, murmurred voices and 'shush' admonishments following. Mandy shook her head fondly. She loved her friends, but a lot of them couldn't be quiet for anything. Nolan shared the same sentiments in a small chuckle. Lou just looked vaguely amused, settled back against the pillows. He was exhausted, but refused to sleep any longer.

The door came open and Moxy's head peeked in. She grinned when she saw Mandy and Nolan. Her grin grew wider when her eyes landed on Lou. "He's awake!" She told the others, running forward to the bed as everyone else filed in, Wage holding a styrofoam box of pasta and Lucky Bat with a bowl of ice cream held in his wings. "How are you feeling, Louey?" Moxy asked.

"Uhm..." He was clearly a little overwhelmed by the exuberant pink doll. "... better, I suppose."

"Your voice is shot." UglyDog said blatantly, receiving a light smack to the back of the head by Babo. "What? It's what the ice cream is for! I was setting the scene, man!"

"Ice... cream?" He sounded so confused it hurt.

"Yeah dude! Vanilla!" The dog doll jumped onto the end of the bed as Lucky Bat walked up with Wage. They settled the food in front of Lou with friendly smiles. He smiled back, but Mandy saw the glistening sheen of tears in his eyes. She squeezed his hand again and their eyes met.

'Are you okay?' She silently asked as the others moved around the bed, laughing and joking lightly with each other.

"I'm fine," he murmured. "Just...happy."

She smiled. "Eat your food. You need strength back, and the ice cream will help your throat." She reached out and opened the containers for him, putting the fork in his hand afterward. After a moment of hesitation, he started eating, watching the others and her with slightly wary eyes. It would take time to build a friendship with Lou. He'd been burned a lot mentally, but they'd help him.

A few minutes later, Nolan's voice broke through the chatter. "Does anyone want to play cards?" He held up a stack of Uno cards.

A chorus of "yes" went around until eyes landed on Lou, halfway done with his pasta. He looked between all of them, then asked, "How do you play?"

Instructions were given. Cards dealt. Lou's half eaten plate was put to the side because he couldn't stand any more and he nibbled on a scoop of chilled ice cream in a cup, the rest having been put away in the freezer while cards were given. They played round after round as the sun went down, laughing and sending good natured jibes at each other. Lou stayed mostly silent, smiling as he organized his cards. When he won, he laughed.

It was like a million cheerful bells going off. Beautiful and contagious in every right. Maybe it was a little weak and breathy. Who cared? Nobody. Everyone enjoyed the fact that he was laughing.

Ox came in at about ten o'clock, frazzled and worried, but when he stopped and saw them all playing Uno, Moxy about to win and Lou grinning as he laid down a draw four on her, Mandy watched him smile. It was sad and happy at the same time. She allowed him to slip into the spot between her and Lou, smiling to herself as his arm slipped around his brother's back in a side hug that Lou leaned into.

It was the calm before the storm, she knew. The replacement would be back eventually. Lou was struggling in both mind and body. The storm would come with a bang and they'd get thrown around a while, but they'd be okay eventually. As long as they stayed together.

For now though, Mandy pushed the thoughts of the hard future away and enjoyed the moment. They were together now, getting to know Lou, and that was what mattered.

(Lou won again.)

#lou uglydolls #uglydolls #fanfiction #comfort #fanfic #friendship #sleepy bois inc #capture #imprisonment #rescue

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I don't think there was ever a specific age I *realized* it was a long process. Growing up I never really fit the norm of what was expected of me. Like I would try to take my shirt off when swimming and they'd be like NO DONT DO THAT. When puberty started to hit at around 3rd grade I became Real Upset my chest wasn't flat anymore but after that I just kind of made myself adapt. I was never girly but I was never masculine enough to be considered a tomboy either. I was just fucking weird and uncomfortable. I had a bob cut that kind of made me resemble Jesus and I wore nothing but the same hoodie every day. Eventually I learned what being trans was and didn't question it immediately but that somehow bled into four years of questioning. I came out some time in middle school but that was simultaneously in the questioning phase still. I first came out as a demiboy but that didn't fit right so I just came out as a dude. I was hapoy like that for a long time it was comfortable and it fit and around highschool I was finally able to stop resembling The Lord and actually was able to cut my hair short. Recently I've started the process of questioning again. Being completely female just doesn't feel right but neither does being completely male. This feeling changes on a regular basis. All I know is I get too dysphoric about shit to be cis lmao any actual identity to describe the feeling is beyond me though.

I don't think I count as an egg and to be real I lowkey hate that term and what its devolved into in some places (the people shouting EGG at anyone who is remotely gnc)

I was an odd case in this one too. I followed the rules out of fear. I got straight As because I was afraid of turning out like my parents. I never acted up because I was afraid of punishment. But in my head I would always be wanting to act up but I also wanted to act up out of fear. The things I WANTED to act up and do were mostly the stupid fantasies a kid who read a few too many war stories and really hated the oil industry would have. Saying them in detail would probably land me on some watchlist. I also really wanted to run away. During my early life I was extremely rebellious like I actually tried running away and walking out the house. Apparently I had an attitude with everyone and even called my dad an asshole at one point (age 5 ish i want to say?) LMAO

I would say I came from a bad home but idk that doesn't feel right to say when nothing Too bad happened. Father screaming at everyone in the house occasionally throwing shit the usual. My father was extremely overprotective and controlling throughout my life which contextualizes the fear thing for you.

ok, thank you for sharing your experiences, that is honestly very informative and i really apreciate your honesty and willingness to talk about hard personal subjects....

but, im sorry, im really hung up on the "bob cut that made me resemble jesus" what denomination of christianity were you following that jesus had a bob cut????

#lmao

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@ofsavior said: “Don’t tell me you’re happy. I can see you’re not.” (Chifuyu to Kazutora; Bonten)

confrontational starters

Kazutora's eyes narrow instinctively when he watches Chifuyu block his path in a clear effort to pin the tiger down for a talk. Chifuyu has that look in his eyes, the one he always gets when he wants to have a serious discussion. His jaw clenches at the words, fingers tightening around the keys in his hand. Not this bullshit. But Chifuyu fucking opens his mouth and the words grate on every single nerve in Kazutora's body. Chifuyu sounds disappointed, like he's scolding a bad child he expected better from. Except it feels more like a kid trying to talk down on him for failing. And maybe that's not how Chifuyu means it, but that's how it comes across to Kazutora.

He's done with those sneaky glances that check on him, done with pity or whatever it might be ever since that day Chifuyu asked if he was living for himself. Or maybe he's just tired from a long day on an already low mood, and Chifuyu's unfortunately timed discussion has simply become the last straw.

" You want a fucking prize? " Kazutora snaps, staring at Chifuyu with a glare. " Fine! You want me to say it? Fine! I'm not fucking happy. There? Are you happy I finally said it? " He can't stop the words now even if he wants to. His anger has always been like raging beast, violent and unable to silenced whenever it manifests. Maybe he IS like a child in that sense.

" I'm angry that I'm not happy. I'm grateful, but I'm not happy. I hate that. " He seethes, breathes coming in ragged and sharp like thorns in his lungs. " I hate that I feel like something trying to be forced into a picture it doesn't fit. Because I don't. Not with the people, not with all this ordinary life. I've only been given a chance because of Keisuke, he's still saving my damn ass. I'm not stupid. And then later because of you too, from you taking that chance on me. " He laughs but it sounds like something breaking. " I hate that I feel like i make things worse for you just being around. Can't even reminisce for you because Toman's not a good point in my memory. I hate that I can't just be angry because then everyone gets scared or an I told you so attitude. Because I'm the murderer and that's not something that people can just dismiss. I hate that I'm so fucked up just like everyone's said and I feel like its just a countdown till I do it again. I hate that sometimes I miss the violence and pain because that feels easier than this. I - FUCK ! "

Kazutora chokes, slamming his fist against the nearest wall and then crouching down. Breathe. Breathe. Come on Kazutora, breathe. It feels like he's gasping for air, like he can't get enough air into his lungs. He flexes his hand to make sure he didn't break anything, but he can't hear anything over the pounding in his ears. He weakly tosses his keys away - somewhere his muddled brain knows that it would be a bad idea to drive right now. Chifuyu just wanted to talk and here he was, fucking it up like everything else. " Fuck. Fuck I'm sorry. " And somehow that only makes him feel worse. It's always that. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. " I shouldn't be here. " His croaks, and his head hurts. It's only when he tries to move his hands that he realizes he's dug them into his own hair as he crouches, hunched over and small. He tentatively pries them away, his hair falling away from the broken ponytail.

" I feel like I'm going insane, I'm so angry and I don't know what to do with it. " He whispers, shivering or shaking, he's not sure which it is. " I'm going- I'm going- " Where? He had no idea. Anywhere but here.

#ofsavior #me wincing bc violent breakdown moment #he only managed to get through like half of what he wanted to say too #then he just sort of broke #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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vampire knight post-canon. / 🔞 [nsfw] / raijin x six [ocs].

It wasn't always easy.

Hell, no. It wasn't always easy for him to control himself when he sees her messing around that filthy pureblood. Kaname. Now that is someone he would adore to teach a lesson, always looking to his property as if he wouldn't want a thing. Goddamnit, Raijin was his to keep. Even though she didn't even know that yet.

Six was more than smart, seeking the long-haired girl even when she got into Cross Academy as a human. Of course the purple haired guy knew a fine woman like her would enroll in a such school. Of course he was already there when she arrived, promptly getting into that annoying disciplinary committee. The pureblood man knew the reasons already, thus his eyes would grow an intense sort of red. Day class, huh... How annoying.

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Some days, months, has passed, Six couldn't contain his control anymore. He needed to do something. Anything. The guy was popular among everyone, he kept that cool person mask as if he wouldn't destroy everything the second someone put his hands on his girl. Raijin was quite annoyed by his attitudes, constantly bickering and clashing with him, but deep inside she had that slight interest — come on, the guy had good looks despite screaming danger.

The pureblood decided to make a move, he wasn't able to just wait. He could have a little fun as well, no?

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Cross Academy, xx/xx, 11PM

Six was skipping classes, as usual, when he notices a certain girl from the disciplinary committee going around in her constantly patrol — perfect, he thought. Her long hair going with the breeze, lords, she smelled so nice even from afar.

Raijin was aware of everything, she had extremely great senses, so she instantly turned her weapon to the figure which appeared right behind her, being stopped quite easily by strong arms. Six, quite expected.

─ Easy there, girl. I mean no harm. — He put that mask on, his hands going to the air in mockery as she buffed in annoyance.

─ You don't fool me. What the fuck do you want? I am working, as you can see. — Raijin grabbed her disciplinary committee ribbon on her arm, that making he rolls his eyes in boredness, deciding not to waste his time answering that stupid question.

Quickly, and without answers, Six grabbed Rai's arms to go further into the forest, reaching the fountain with a smirk she absolutely hated. That way, he wasn't sure someone could see them and Six wouldn't mind if they did either.

─ You. I have seen you around quite a few times, and can't really take my eyes off you. So, tell me, wouldn't you like to feel a little bit of pleasure? Let the other stupids working. — Rai could see the lust in his eyes, his words had such an intense meaning she couldn't help but feel quite embarrassed at that confession; which, later, she would know it was all lies.

Raijin just nodded, yielping as soon as the man easily untied her uniform's lace almost instantly, swearing as he finally put his arms on the body he longed so fucking much, having the pleasure to place his other hand on her thigh in his big hand, making sure to lick her neck all the way while placing her on the fountain's marble. It was quite difficult to maintain her composure and whimperings, you see, easily submitting herself to him, a vampire, oh, she was feeling so filthy. Yet sinking into the roughness she was being held with, unconsciously closing tight her thighs, only to still feel his fingers forcingly crawling into her skin, her skirt, and her clothed pussy.

─ Such a fucking whore. Shit. You are so wet, Raijin. Does this turn you on so much? — Six pressed more his fingers, menacingly chuckling at her little "shut the fuck up- ah-", that making him suck her neck while fingering her cunt through her panties, making sure to record her moans and whimpers in his head. The pureblood will never forget her sweet sounds while he is the one taking her and nobody else. No, no one will ever lay their filthy hands on her, only him.

With that thought, the purple-haired man gives a harsh slap on her thigh, making her almost scream with the intensity while looking mad at him, instantly pressing his mouth on her own, kissing her delicious lips as to absorb her moans.

Six could not handle no more, he fucking needed her. So he got on his knees while she was still sitting on the cold - yet so hot - marble; Raijin being the only one he would ever get on his knees for. Instantly manhandling and bruising her legs so she would open up for him, lifting the long-haired girl's skirt to see her pussy glistening through her underwear; which made him roughly rip the lacy black panties off, his own clothes feeling too tight.

Raijin noticed it, and she wouldn't be only existing there, no, she pressed her feet under his pants, teasing his fucking hard cock while hearing him gasp and slapping her thighs once more, making her tremble underneath him. He didn't wait longer, he just swallowed her whole, pressing his tongue into her folds and thrusting into her, a free hand slightly slapping and pressing her clit for more pleasure, making her a real mess as she pressed her fingers into his hair; that only making his tongue reach even deeper inside her fucking puffy deliciously wet cunt,

The "human" girl remembered something. Not sure why, but she was feeling everything so fucking intense that she just– "Kuni- fuck- more." obviously that turned the man even more, the girl was already so messily fucked up she didn't even know what she was talking about; yet, Six did, and he made sure to give her even more. He slapped hard her clit, always stopping his movements inside her cunt once he felt she was about to cum, overstimulating the poor girl.

─ No more... Please.. Fuck. I need you. Please. You're so mean. So good- — At this point she was crying bad, the vampire's sadistic side adoring to see the mess she was, gladly hearing to HIS girl and mouthing her clit while glaring her with such intense, red eyes; fuck, she should be afraid, that meant bad danger, but shit that turned her even more, she was literally pooling on his damn good mouth – why is he so fucking amazing at this? Rai was seeing stars.

Six, at this point, was also jerking himself off, he couldn't resist the urge, not when his damn fucking girl was whoring herself out for him. He was so fucking hard, his dick was throbbing to go inside of that tight, melting pussy.

When he roughly thrusted three fingers deep inside her filthy wetty cunt, she bit her lips until they'd blood to not fucking scream — Rai didn't want to get caught, not now, she was feeling so fucking good she didn't want no one else to interrupt it.

─ Slut. Fucking bitch. — Six made sure to insult her, controlling himself not to bite her for the intense smell of blood emanating from her mouth, then smirking as soon as he notices she tightening around his fingers, that only being reason for him to easily go so damn deep inside he found her sweet spot, thrusting so damn fast while he now left hickeys all around her thighs, neck and breasts, as well increasing the pace at his own length. "Six... sIX. FUCK. PLEASE, MHFHMMH PLE- AH- LET ME-" ─ Cum. Fucking cum, brat. — And cum she did, instantly squirting at his fingers, clothes, and floor, moaning so loud not even caring anymore, so overstimulated. The vampire came at the same instant on the floor, kissing her clit, her folds, and licking all her tasty juice, proudly swallowing like that was the most finest wine.

He made sure to clean Raijin properly, licking and swallowing everything he could, afterwards making fun of her for not having panties anymore; which meant she would have to walk to the dormitory like that, having to make sure no one is awake or looking underneath her skirt. They wouldn't tell no one about this, but one thing he was certain: Kaname for sure heard everything. Great.

After recomposing herself, Rai finally spoke, still a little breathy. ─ Do not tell anyone about this, filthy vampire. — Despite that being a threat, her face was entirely flushed, which made Six leave a peck on her neck, laughing a "of course, brat."

Raijin wasn't sure how she would face Six after all of that, but not like she would care either way. They would probably continue their bickering as usual. He finally left another kiss and lick her bloody lips, being able to feel the sweet taste on his tongue, smirking as he just took her on the same spot they were before all of this.

She didn't even dare to mention if he wasn't going to do anything more since, well, he only came once. Maybe that will be the subject for another day, or month, who knows. That vampire sure was mysterious.

He didn't even dare to mention how fucking delicious everything was, taking pleasure only to see the girl he adores being a mess underneath him.

。。。

Raijin made sure to take a nice bath as soon as she arrived the dormitory, the images of the pleasurable night impregnating her mind the entire night that day, cursing at herself since she was sure someone heard them. But continuing her usual face and attitute as the other day came.

Six came back to his class; extremely late, the teacher boringly mentioned. Receiving a side eye from the Kuran pureblood guy, he only chuckled while licking his own lips.

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