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neoplatinum · 2 months

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opposing worlds | kim chaewon

summary: rooming with kim chaewon was a terribly bad (good) decision.

pairing: roommate!chaewon x roommate!reader

themes: enemies (?) to lovers, college au, fluff, very minor angst, chaewon is a micromanager!, implied sexual content, yunjin!

wc: 3.0k

even though its below freezing outside, with a red nose along with frozen ears, you refuse to enter your apartment. fearing the demon that you live with, her legal name being kim chaewon.

a major pain in your ass is how you would describe living with her. you would rather step on legos than to live with her, but with limited on-campus housing you have to deal the cards that you've been dealt.

so you pace outside, on the welcome mat, biting your nails. just getting the courage to walk back into your apartment. one that turns into a war zone whenever chaewon's being a stickler for rules and regulations (ones that she's made for the apartment). you finally stop pacing when you feel the confidence back in your body.

"i'm not letting her dictate what i can and cant do." you say to yourself quietly, this was ridiculous. not being able to enter a space that you pay for just because chaewon was a micromanager pissed you off more than you would like to admit.

as soon as you enter the apartment, you're immediately hit with the silence of the apartment. it's odd, and you can feel a pair of eyes staring at your back. you pay it no mind as you slip off your shoes. you turn to the sight of chaewon with her arms crossed, standing in that familiar stance of authority. letting out a heavy breath, you know, watch her folded arms, tense jaw, and the most telling sign: her foot tapping rhythmically. so you walk towards her, like a child ready for scolding.

"what's it going to be tonight, chaewon? cleanliness, manners, etiquette, or are you going to comment about my clothes?" you explain, frustrated. It seems you can never get things right around miss perfect.

"cleanliness!" she exclaims, pointing at the many dishes piling up in the sink. you grimace at the sight, just remembering it was your turn to do the dishes. "look at our chore list! it's your week!" she continues point at the very detailed chore poster, your name in big bold red letters.

you groan and grab some gloves, preparing for the long lecture about cleanliness and maintaining a proper space. while you are busy washing all the bowls in the sink and placing them on a drying rack, chaewon begins listing off reasons to always maintain a clean apartment—a lecture you have heard far too often.

"enough, chaewon! i am not five, and i don't need to be lectured on why I need to wash the dishes for the 50th time!" you shout at her, cutting her off from her outburst. she stops, and you can see her lips waver, and her hands are balled into fists.

"then stop acting like a five-year-old!" she shouts back at you, stomping to her room and slamming the door. you wince at the sound, feeling a little guilty for yelling at her, she just really set you off tonight.

so you stand in the kitchen all alone with the sound of running water comforting you. feeling the weight of your words, you feel bad that she has to reprimand you for things you should figure out on your own. with a final dish on the rack, you sulk back into your room, thinking of ways to apologize to your roommate.

"chaewon?" you wake up early, feeling guilty that you yelled at her. even though you were tired of the lectures, you knew it was wrong to yell at the girl. you tried making a breakfast that she would like. so with a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of her favorite green tea, you carry the tray towards her room and knock on her door.

"what." her voice is flat and monotone. you shrink into yourself before speaking again.

"i made you breakfast...listen i'm sorry about yelling at you. i shouldn't have and i let my emotions get the best of me. could you open the door?" you explain, feeling awful just remembering her face when you yelled at her.

the door opens slowly and behind the door is an upset chaewon with puffy eyes and a bunch of tissues in hand. you slowly walk in and place the tray on her desk. she's busy with her schoolwork it seems, but it also looks like she's been busy crying with the pile of tissues in her waste basket.

it's weird being in her room ever since you found out how high-strung she was. so you have always steered clear of her room, this is the first time you've been inside. noticing how decorated the room is, it's cute, oddly. it's what you expect of chaewon's room, clean and proper. with a splash of green everywhere, that must be her favorite color.

she stares at the bowl of oatmeal you made her, eyeing it wearily. you groan at her.

"i didn't poison it, if that's what you're thinking." you comment quietly. she nods and sits down in her chair to eat it. you wait patiently, not really sure what to do. maybe waiting for feedback at this point. she just nods and you finally feel your shoulders release tension.

"phew." you say out loud.

"thank you for breakfast, i'll stop lecturing you so much." she says quietly. you nod, a little shocked at how dismissive she is. walking out of her room, you still feel a bit awful, maybe you should invite her out somewhere.

before you can begin to ask her, chaewon is already closing her door behind her. you're just grateful she accepted the peace offering.

she doesn't comment on your poor behavior in the next couple of weeks, you just feel inclined to do the chores that have been laid out. you don't hear from her for a while, feeling her absence in the apartment.

some days, when you're past boredom, eyes glued to the ceiling, and daydreaming of becoming rich. you think about chaewon and why she's so persistent about cleanliness. you always thought it was a bit extreme, but you never came back to a messy apartment. so you could appreciate that, you just hope she goes back to her own noisy self.

it's become strangely quiet in the apartment without chaewon's constant annoyance towards you. whenever you step outside in the living room in hopes of seeing chaewon, she's never there. your mood is considerably worse without a person to argue with.

you purposely leave out clothes on the floor for her to scold you, but she never comments on it. just stares at it and walks into her room. so with a dejected face, you pick up your own clothes. you hate to admit that you missing your nagging roommate.

"is that chaewon?" your friend shouts into your ear. saturday night out, and instead of staying inside with the awkward tension with chaewon, you're out here to party your anxiety away.

the thing that irks you tonight is that this house party is definitely a fire hazard—way exceeding the maximum number of occupants. you remember chaewon telling you to never stay in a place that breaks the maximum occupants.

you turn your head up at the question, looking around and you finally spot your roommate across the room. all you can conclude is chaewon is stupid drunk—dancing like her life depended on it. people all around her are egging her on, and chaewon breaks out the robot, making you laugh.

then some guy starts getting near her to dance with her, you frown at the sight. setting down your cup as you make your way to the other side of the room.

"woah buddy, back up." you put a hand between the dude and chaewon, he flips you off before walking away. you are about to chase after him to give him a piece of your mind, but then you remember chaewon in front of you. blearly eyes chaewon, with her stumbling and drunk laughter filling your senses. she refocuses her eyes, and they land on you, eyeing your outfit.

"what are you doing here?" she asks in a slurred tone, her finger wagging in your face.

"i could ask you the same thing." you raise your eyebrows, confused by the sight of miss perfect student chaewon partying on a sunday night. she scoffs at you.

"don't tell me what to do." she crosses her arms as best as she can, definitely feeling the drunkness.

"don't tell me what to do." you mock her tone, laughing at her when she gets mad at you. she starts to walk away, but you grab her arm. "hey, let's go home. it's late."

"no! let me go." she stomps her foot like a child.

"alright, let's do this the hard way." you say and and hoist her up, carrying her out the stuffed house.

"let me down! i'm not done partying." she shouts. you pay her no mind as she tries pushing you away. you laugh because she really isn't trying that hard.

so you take her back home, walking down frat row until you reach your apartments. by then she's fallen asleep, arms wrapped around your neck and snoring lightly. it's cute seeing chaewon so relaxed, you're glad you found her, it's been weird being at home without her. you hope whatever is happening between you two just returns back to normal.

you fumble around with the key to your apartment, and with a final push you walk into her room. unwrapping her arms from your neck, as you set her down in her bed. you admire the way chaewon looks in makeup, gorgeous and very serene.

but you also know that chaewon hates going to sleep with her makeup on, so you rummage through her makeup drawer, finding makeup wipes for her. you take the time to gently wipe all the makeup off, finding it peaceful and fulfilling to do so.

she fusses a bit when you wipe too hard. you pull back and let her calm down, before wiping the rest of it off. throwing the used wipes in her waste basket. when you turn around, you see her knocked out cold, laying like a starfish on her green comforter.

you smile at the sight and then roll her under her comforter, tucking her in. with light footsteps, you close her door, and return back to your own room. the smile never leaves your face.

it's been about a week since the party, chaewon was embarrassed that you had brought her home. so she bought you coffee and a muffin nearly every morning.

she lets you explain that night from your point of view, her face goes red at the embarrassing parts. you purposely leave out the part where that guy was trying to dance with her. for some reason, you feel upset when you talk about it, maybe he just looked too creepy.

she dissapears into her room soon after, something along the lines of, "i need to process all this."

later that night, you're writing on your laptop when you hear chaewon's door open. the sight of her in a nice form fitting dress and her hair done up, your jaw drops and you jump to your feet.

"where are you going?" you ask. she's checking her purse for something. she looks up at you confused.

"a party?" she states like it's so obvious. your body is jittery at the idea. you think quickly, she's not going out by herself. what if she gets kidnapped?

"wait, let me go with you." you say as you rush into your room to get ready, no way you're letting her go to that party alone. you need to fend off the creepy men for her.

"why are you going?" she asks from outside the doorway. a little confused at the sight of you throwing clothes everywhere. she even steps inside to pick up the clothes now littered all over the floor.

"just cause." you say and grab your outfit. rushing into your bathroom to change. within a few minutes you walk out ready to accompany chaewon.

she's on her phone waiting for you, and you examine her outfit. you rummage through the closet, looking for a nice warm jacket. slipping it over her shoulders as you both set out for the night. you miss how chaewon's cheeks warm at the gesture.

it has started becoming a regular habit: if you can't attend the party with chaewon, no matter how late or wasted she is, you always pick her up from the party. if she was too tired or drunk, you would help tuck her into bed.

oftentimes, you even had to help her puke her guts out from drinking too much. but that was never a pretty sight, so you try and get her to puke her guts out before she enters the apartment.

one night, she ends up just crawling into your bed. when you fall asleep, you feel her body warmth against your body. she makes herself comfortable under the blanket. wrapping her arms around your torso as she lays against your pillow.

you move yourself further off the edge of the bed as she scoots closer. she mumbles something about how warm her bed is, and honestly, even with her taking up your personal space, you don't mind.

it has somehow blended into a habit to sleep together every night when she came in the next night, and without a word, slipped under the comforter again. you let her, too scared of saying anything in case it scared her away. it's become a nightly thing to just sleep in the same bed together...even when she's not drunk.

"you two do what?" yunjin is staring at you with her food half chewed.

"dont talk with food in your mouth, you're going to catch flies." you comment.

"oh great, now you sound like chaewon too." yunjin bites her food. you decided to contact yunjin in hopes of figuring out what to do with this new "development" with chaewon. the habit of her sleeping in your bed with you. sometimes you wake up and catch chaewon staring at you.

"so you two sleep together in the same bed, brush your teeth together, go about your morning and nightly routine together, and even cuddle...platonically." yunjin questions you, but the sarcasm is dripping as she says it.

"yes." you answer.

yunjin takes a deep breath before starting up again, she didn't think you were so dense. "dude, chaewon is into you."

"no she's not, just two months ago we were at each other throats. don't you remember?" you ask.

"of course i remember, oh my GOD, is this my real life enemies to lovers slow burn 10k words fic in real life?" yunjin says to herself towards the end.

"you seriously have got to get off the internet." you cross your arms staring at the girl. "you aren't helping, by the way."

"help with what?" she asks, a little confused.

"what do i do?" you ask her. ever since the new habit of chaewon and yours, you've been going through your days all confused, always thinking about chaewon.

"you either grow a pair and confess you want to be more than 'sleep buddies' or you wuss out and just let her continue doing this." she says plainly.

you disregard her comment, "forget what i said." you say. yunjin just shrugs and continues eating her meal, letting you sit with your own thoughts.

so you do wuss out like an absolute coward. just letting the unspoken words take over you and chaewon's sleeping arrangements. you let her continue to invade your space, moving her stuff into your room. her decorations, her clothes in your drawers, and just recently she moved her desk into your room, placing it just next to your desk.

you were shocked at the arrangement but couldn't find the confidence to comment on it. it's weird; now you two practically exist in each other's space all the time; just two months ago, you were cursing the world for giving you chaewon as a roommate. now you can't imagine going to sleep without seeing her and her hair roller every night.

sleeping together turns into unspoken dates: going to the movies together, going bowling, getting groceries together, and even going to high-end restaurants together.

it's like you're dating unofficially. those were the exact words your friend told you when he came over to visit. when you let him into your room to show off your movie posters, he immediately thought you had a girlfriend, you had to explain to him how it was just chaewon.

he looked at you like you grew a third eye, confused at how chaewon went from most annoying person in the world, to someone who sleeps in your bed every night. you try not to let those words mean so much, but secretly you're hoping you can officially date her.

one night, you go out clubbing with chaewon; she looks gorgeous in her tight dress and her hair laid out, showing off her dancing to you. you recently found out thar chaewon was part of the dance team, often visiting her showcases. now you enjoy just watching her let loose, like a free soul, not bounded by her own rules. its beautiful to see.

by the third song of you two circling each other on the dance floor, you kiss her. pulling her into your embrace, hands reaching her back and pushing her closer to you. she welcomes the kiss and lets you pull her closer. hands running up your hair, tugging lightly.

you make out with her against the club wall, and drag each other home with urgency. laughing loudly in the streets like teenagers in love.

"be mine." she breathes into your ears that night.

"only if you're mine too." you kiss her shoulder, and she nods.

yunjin visits you two the next day, screaming at the sight of you two in your bed and covering her eyes immediately. you wake up horrified with chaewon clinging onto you as yunjin screams for the whole apartment complex to hear. she slams the door closed and runs out of the apartment. you and chaewon both look at each other before laughing loudly.

even though yunjin avoids both you and chaewon for the next two weeks, you don't feel an ounce of regret. you can honestly say that rooming with chaewon was the best decision of your life.

a/n: i feel like chaewon fits enemies to lovers really well but maybe that's just me. didn't really proofread this one but anyways. posting this piece first because it was decided by the people! i hope it was worth the wait! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

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danytar · 5 days

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“Always” [ Prince!Aegon X Wife!Reader ]

Warnings: expletives, cussing, Unfaithful aegon,fondle breasts,vulgarity,sex,(m receiving), dark aegon,hedonistic, sm jealous ").

Summary: Your loving husband returns to your room in the middle of the night after his exciting adventures in the pleasure houses.

It is known that your husband had a bad reputation in the court even your marriage to him did not prevent him from continuing his bad hobbies It wasn't a very terrible marriage but also not that perfect.

You and your husband have learned to understand each other he was so kind and sweet to you and when it comes to sex he's an expert and never leave you unsatisfied.

But there was a problem.. your jealousy and your possession you wanted him all for yourself something he didn't know and you didn't show. At first It was okay and you didn't have a problem with his actions because no matter how many women he sleeps with, he will always come back to you. he loved you but this was not enough to stop him.

Even though he told you hundreds of times that he loves you and all those whores mean nothing to him, you still insist that he does not love you.. that you was not enough for him.

It was almost the midnight and you were in your chambers lying on your bed with a book in your hands reading in peace the air was cold and the room was a bit dark just the light of candles that are about to go out a little things made your day.

Your soft air was interrupted by the sound of the bedroom doorknob being turned. and there he was as usual a drunk and barely able to walk his clothes were dirty his silver locks were disheveled he smell reeked of sweat and cheap wine, not to mention the women ofc..

“you still awake? Were you waiting for me, my sweet love?”. He barely uttered his words he dragged himself towards your bed.

You put your book aside and sighed in frustration you looked at him with a disappointed look and a slight frown on your lips. “The brothel again?”.

He looked sheepish, his cheeks reddening, but he didn't seem all that remorseful. though, he had the sense to look away from you, his silence confirming that it was, indeed once again the brothel.

“Don't you feel ashamed of your actions? ”. You spoke to him in a serious tone this time because you were really fed up with his actions he was standing close to your bed but he looked at you and then said in a drunken tone:

“Why should I be ashamed? I did nothing wrong...” He laughed, but it was a nervous, shaky laugh.You could just hear him sigh through the silence following his reply.“I-” He pauses “It doesn't mean I dont love you-” He coughs, wiping the wine stained lips on his robes sleeve. “I cant help it... I just-”

“You have made us the laughing stock of the court”. you replied with a heavy sigh. He shrugs slightly, he's never had a problem with being laughed at before, he simply drank that feeling away too. “It doesnt matter... People laugh behind our backs anyway”.

He looks at you through heavy-ish eyes. He doesnt look at you like you are a mother scolding him, he looks at you like he is a boy getting rejected for the first time. It's a pathetic look, but he cant hold eye contact long enough for either of you to comment on it.

“Why are you here aegon? ”.

“What do you mean? Im here because I-” He sighs, his hands gripping the sheets as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Because I’m your husband!..”

“My husband changes his whores more than his clothes.”

He chuckles at that, finding your bluntness slightly humorous, not to mention it made him feel like he wasn't in such a hard spot. “...Thats not true”. He says, hoping you'll let it go at that.

When he tries to touch you, you move your hands away from him “Don't touch me or something”. you replied In a firm, almost broken voice.

He is visibly hurt by the rejection, but is too exhausted to even show the emotion to its fullest, he only slightly grimaced when you moved your hands away. He tries again, but doesnt say anything, begging you silently to forgive him for once or at least humour a kiss or something.

“You didn't even try to wash yourself off that shit.”

He sighs. “I...” He rubs his eyes, too tired to even say anything. For once in his life, he was at a loss for words. It was like he knew he was too dirty to even deserve a kiss, and yet his desire and desperation to be loved overpowered that.

You quickly grab your book and ignore his presence. Aegon sighs, he didnt want to be ignored, even in the state he was in. “Darling...” He tried to reach for the book, wanting to gain your attention when you didn't answer him, he placed his head on your shoulder and looked at the page you were reading.

He groans slightly, wanting to at least get your attention.“I missed you y/n ” He sighs “Im tired and drunk and-” He pauses as if searching for the right answer, settling on the most honest one. “Lonely”.

“Why didn’t you bring your whores with you? Maybe they would fill your loneliness.” after your comment he feels himself boil, the rage boiling inside him. “Oh come on, its not the same, and you know it! Theyre not you, and they dont fill the void either, you know that...”

“Don't fool me aegon-” You push the sheets off and get out of bed when he saw you doing that he growls “Damn it, you know what Im talking about!”.

He is too tired to properly have this argument and he was trying desperately to get you to understand him. The silence was getting to him and he was starting to get angry and frustrated because he felt himself not being understood. “All I wanted was your company, and the first thing you ask me is about some brothel?!”

“I'm tired of your behavior! you're.... you're...” You paused for a moment to find the right word.

“I’m what?" He snaps, the anger finally boiling out of him. “What am I? Tell me!”

“A WHORE ”.

He scowls, the words stinging him like fire. "Shut your mouth!" He tries to sit up, but the alcohol makes him dizzy as he falls back. "Youre as much of a whore as I am, you know that right?!". He approaches you and grabs your arm tightly Even if he was a drunk, he is still stronger than you.

“You dare talk back to me! maybe I should put you in your place again wife”. He growled into your ear when you try to look at him he slaps you hard. You are surprised by the sudden slap. This is the first time he has raised his hand on you like that.

You do not let the slap go unnoticed, but return it to him harder which causes him to stumble backwards. He growls in pain when you returned his slap with a greater amount of force, his jaw slightly dropping with surprise.

He takes a step backwards, but only because of the sharp pain that shoots across his cheek. He rubs his cheek for a bit, trying to soothe the sting. His eyes turn to you again, and you can still see the anger in his eyes. This was new.

His hand moves from your arm to your face and he grabs your cheek, his thumb feeling over the spot where he had struck you.

He narrows his eyes as he watches you, his thumb rubbing the mark he had left there. He is still filled with the rage of jealousy and bitterness, but he is also filled with sadness. He leans down, bringing his face only an inch from yours.

When you tried to evade his grip, he held you in place and pressed his lips firmly on yours, whether you liked it or not. The suddenness of his action caused you to stiffen, and in the moment of stiffness, you didnt immediately respond to his kiss.

He could feel every tensed muscle in your body and he relished in the feeling. It was as if you had been a puppet for him to control like they way he wanted to. It was a feeling of pure power, and he loved it.

He was still holding your face, keeping you in place when he wrapped his hands around your wrists, he gently guided them to his neck, wanting you to feel the power he had over you. He pressed his mouth on yours again, pushing his body into yours as his grip on you tightened.

He was feeling completely overwhelmed with power as he started to rip into your dresses. It felt good to finally show you who was truly in-charge. It wasnt your body nor your choice. It was his. He owned you. He tore off your dress, before taking you roughly to the bed.

He began to forcefully remove his clothes as he said “I know what my greedy wife wants.. she wants my cock only for herself ”.

“You know what I want, so why do you keep giving my rights to other women?”. He laughed and lay on top of you "I like to make you jealous." He said before he started nibbling and sucking your neck to your thighs.

"They're nothing...nothing like my wife's sweet pussy”. You mumbled and parted your legs he placed wet kisses on your thighs, reaching your sweet spot which he loves the most.Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue on you.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and let him give you his services. Even if he is clumsy and makes you angry, he has his own ways of making you feel good.

After several rounds, you felt a terrible pain between your legs maybe the most Sweetest pain you have ever felt. Your head was on his chest while his arms were gently caressing your ass.

It was a moment of bliss and calm between the two of you.You were listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rising and falling slowly. He broke the silence by saying: “I will never see them again.”

“What? ”. You lifted your head from his chest to look at him. He gently stroked your cheek with his other hand and looked at you “The pleasure houses.. I won't go again, I promise.. I realized how foolish I was.. I love you I don't want to lose you for the sake of random whores ”.

you looks at him with all the love you have.. “I love you too aegon”. He lifted his head to place a small kiss on your lips.

“Will you love me always? ”

“Always my love”.

He smilies.. “Can I pass out now?”. you chuckled and nodded he immediately closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. You kept your head on his chest, your fingers drawing random circles on it. You stayed like that for a short while until you passed out with him..

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cheolhub · 1 year

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SUNDRESS! ⌇KIM NAMJOON ࿐

— PROMPT: in which joon fucks you in your brand new sundress because to him, the only thing better than you… is you in a sundress practically begging for him.

— PAIRING: namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)

— WORD COUNT: 2.45k

— WARNINGS: daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie (yum), heavy praise, body worship, big!dick joon, size kink, reader is HORNY AF

— A.NOTE: HI!!! so if u saw the first version, im so sorry LOL… im not good at using this app 😭 but here it is (again), if you cant see some of the words, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

namjoon loves dresses. it’s not just any dress that he loves, though, but sundresses. specifically, sundresses on you. the ones that are tight around your chest with its fabric digging into the flesh of your soft breasts. the ones that are flowy at the end and show him your cute panties every time you spin a little too fast or you bend over to pick something up. the ones that he wants to rip off your body, to watch your tits spill and your face turn beet red.

he keeps his admiration subtle, though. he is a gentleman after all.

with his subtlety, you never realize how hard joon gets when he sees you in a sundress. he ogles you with wide eyes every time your head is turned and sometimes he tries to look under your dress to see your panty-clad pussy. one time in particular, he took a peek and saw your bare cunt and had to excuse himself because he thought he was going to explode if he was within 5 feet of you. you’re just so oblivious, though.

but today, you peek your head around the corner in your brand new dress to see your handsome boyfriend reading a book on the couch, hair messy yet still undeniably perfect. you feel giddy, your stomach fluttering and panties dampening just at the sight of him.

“psst!” you whisper trying to catch his attention, but he seems to be deeply invested in his book so you call for him instead. “joonie!” you say in a hushed whisper.

a smile creeps onto his face and he hums, eyes still following the words in his novel. “need somethin’ baby?”

you come from behind the corner, standing in front of him, bottom lip lodged between your teeth as you wait for him to look at you. “do you like it?” you ask meekly with doe eyes ready to bore into his.

when namjoon looks up, he doesn’t expect to see you standing in front of him, tits pushed up unable to breathe with the confining fabric of your brand new sundress. he notices how the dress stops midthigh and how it's tight around your waist and how fucking perfect you look. he imagines how much more perfect you would look with the dress pushed up and his cock pounding you into the couch, but he has to refrain before he cums in his sweats.

you take his silence as an act of disapproval and feel your mood falter. he soon realizes he still hasn’t said anything till he hears your voice, its tone being a stark contrast from a few seconds prior. “i guess you don’t like it… i think i can still return it,” you trail off, lips etched into a deep pout as your eyes fall to the plain white socks on your feet.

he quickly snaps his head up from your body to look up at you, “uh-uh, look at me, baby,” he says, watching your eyes move up to look at him. he takes ahold of your hands, intertwining his fingers into yours, “you look fuckin’ gorgeous, angel… you just caught me off guard, that’s all,” he reassures. “so pretty for me…” he mumbles, eyes raking over your body all over again.

you squeeze your thighs together as his words and deep gaze shoot straight to your core making you let out a shaky exhale, “all for you…” you reiterate like it’s a statement, which in this case, it is. it’s the cold hard truth because there’s no one else that makes you feel the way that kim namjoon does.

he feels his cock twitch in his sweats and notices the way you shift your weight. his eyes darken, pulling you closer to him, “promise?” he murmurs, looking up at you.

you feel the dull ache from earlier in the pit of your stomach growing stronger. you need to feel him. you take a chance, straddling his lap, blushing softly when you feel his large bulge digging into your soaked, bare pussy. “promise, ‘m all yours, daddy…”

namjoon swears he could cum in this instance. the feeling of his baby’s slutty pussy dripping all over his grey sweats? he’s in heaven and he’ll have to remember to thank the gods for this later. his mouth opens to say something about your lack of underwear and the taboo nickname, but he’s interrupted by a strangled groan when you start grinding into him.

you gasp, dreamily, getting even wetter at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your cunt. “daddy,” you whimper. “fuck, m’ so wet, you make me so wet,” you ramble rutting against him at a desperate pace.

fuck it, joon thinks to himself. he groans, moving his hands to your waist to guide you, “yeah, baby? daddy’s got you all messed up down here?” he asks, eyeing how the wet spot on his crotch begins to grow with your arousal.

you nod, eyes sealed shut with your head filling with pleasure.

“you’ve got me all messed up, too,” he hums with a smirk, “every fuckin’ time you put on a dress, i just wanna rip it off you and fuck you so bad,” he admits mindlessly, gripping your waist even harder. “you’re always so pretty, angel, my pretty fuckin’ girl,”

you moan at the thought of all the times you had unconsciously teased him with your little dresses. your stomach flips at his words once again, “fuck me,” you whine, opening your eyes again. you rest your forehead against his, breath fanning against his face as you whisper, “want you to fuck me, joon, wan’ your cock in me– need you in me,”

before he gives his brain a chance to short circuit, he flips you over into the couch at the speed of lightning. his hands move to your tits, roughly pulling the fabric down watching them pop out. he moans softly, taking a second to admire how beautiful they are before he places open-mouthed kisses over them. his mouth quickly catches one of your nipples, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud, biting and sucking as if he were a starved man. he hears your whimpers and repeats his actions with the other, moving his hand to massage your tit.

you arch your back and cry loudly when he bites your nipple a little too hard, “hngh!” he releases, apologizing for his eagerness with gentle eyes. you pout at how much wetter you’ve gotten since his attack on your breasts. “wan’ it now, please!”

namjoon nods fervently, “anything you want, pretty girl,” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your lips with passion and genuine love, yet it’s sloppy— teeth clashing and tongues tangling with one another. you moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck before he pulls away a minute later, a string of spit leaving you tethered to one another for a moment longer.

he pulls his ruined sweats down far enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his clothed abdomen. staring at how hard he is, you realize you can only ever think about how huge his cock is. and how gorgeous it is with its prominent veins and blushy tip that leaks the sweetest of precum. and how he always fucks you so good with it– how he fucks you till you’re wrecked. nothing but a beautiful, babbling mess of cum, drool and sweat, but you both fucking love it.

your pussy clenches over nothing, the sight of his cock being too hot to handle. you feel your arousal drip down your ass, soaking the dress and probably even the cushion of the couch. neither of you could care less when you’re starving for each other.

namjoon wraps his hand around his throbbing member, stroking up and down, “you want it, baby?” you nod, spreading your legs to put your pussy on display for him. he sucks his teeth, shaking his head at your lack of response, “you gotta tell me how bad you want it,”

you huff flipping your dress up and pulling your knees to your chest and you notice his eyes zero in on your sopping cunt and your desperate hole that’s literally aching to be stuffed. “oh, please!” you cry, eyes welling with tears of need. “wan’ it bad, you always fuck me so good, so so good! wan’ your big cock in me, daddy, promise i can take it,”

he sucks in a sharp breath, dick twitching and on the verge of cumming everywhere, but he loses it when he hears those words tumble out of your mouth oh-so needily.

“please, i wanna feel all your cum inside me!”

he grunts, aligning his cock with your drooling hole before slowly inching in. he can barely hear your mewling with the ringing sound in his ear being so loud. the way your sticky walls invite him in and wrap around him so tightly has him seeing red. namjoon drowns in pride knowing he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock and his only.

immediately, you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back to push him into you further, but to also hold you steady.

“fuck!” he grunts, throwing his head back as he bottoms out. “this pussy was fuckin’ made for me, ain’t that right, beautiful?” he looks down at you to see your eyes screwed shut and your mouth wide open, yet you still nod your head feverishly. “all mine, yeah?”

“yours, always yours,” you cry, still nodding your head.

he hums in delight before inching out of your tight grip and slamming back in making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, holding his body close while he pushes the dress up, having the soft, cotton fabric bunch up all together under your tits.

you cry softly and tilt your head back when you feel the head of cock brush against your sweet spot. you pant out a soft, “r-right there,” with your eyes threatening to roll back.

you feel him push you deeper into the couch, his mind lost in pleasure with how your face is scrunched up in pleasure and your high pitched moans filling the once quiet living room. his length glides in and out of your ruined cunt, his skin slapping against yours— another delectable sound he can’t help but love.

“pretty fuckin’ baby,” he grunts, hand sliding over your abdomen and pushing down softly. the pressure of his hand makes your back arch into him. “can you feel me here?”

you gasp, breathing labored, “hah! yes! s’ deep, daddy, soso big,” you whine, clenching tightly around him.

you swear you see the light with his words and the way his cock keeps bumping your cervix, but his splayed hand slides down and his thumb finds your hardened clit and rubs sweet circles into you.

“j-joon!” you squeal, the action sending lightning cracks through your body. “m’ gonna— hah! gonna cum!” you feel a knot in your stomach tightening as your impending orgasm approaches quickly.

he revels in how your cunt clamps tightly around him, sucking him in even more. “soak my fuckin’ cock then, baby, you can do it,” he mutters, his thumb on your swollen bud working faster. “make me proud,”

a mantra of his name leaves your mouth as you cream his cock, just as he asked you to do. your eyes definitely roll back this time as you let out a loud moan and your pussy grips him like a vice. the knot unravels at your disposal with the help of his words and your need to please him. your back arches even more and tears of pleasure slip from your eyes.

he can’t even help but moan, leaning in to kiss your lips roughly. the way his cock twitches uncontrollably inside of you signals he’s close, like watching you cum made him even harder, so he pounds into you even more. the head of his cock consistently kissing your sweet spot with every impressive stroke. the sound of your arousal soaked skin connecting and disconnecting at a rapid speed mixing with your muffled, joint moans.

“s’ too much!” you cry once he breaks this kiss again.

namjoon nods knowingly, “i know, baby,” he grunts. “such good girl for me, fuck, m’ almost there,” he mumbles against your lips. “take it for me, i know you can,”

you nod obediently, your overstimulated cunt weakly clamps around him again at the praise.“c-cum inside,” you whine.

he groans again, louder this time, “gonna fill my pretty girl’s filthy cunt full of my cum, that’s what you want?” he asks, words slurring a bit as his head spins. “you wanna leak my cum, baby?”

your brain’s gone haywire with his vulgar words and ruthless pace, yet you still find the sanity to reply with your own slurred words, “pleaseeee, daddy, pretty please!”

he lets out a cracked moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his hips stutter till his body stills at the hilt. he moans again, louder this time when his hot load spills, painting your battered walls white. he nearly collapses on you, your name slipping out if his mouth in shuddered breaths as he comes down from his euphoric high.

you both spend a few minutes basking in the warmth of each other, soft sighs and moans exiting your lips and his, too. he soon wordlessly pulls out, shushing you sweetly when you whine at the sudden emptiness. his eyes look down at the mess you two had created, cursing in his mind as he watches his cum flood out of you. he fights the urge to shove it all back inside of you for “safekeeping,” but ultimately decides against it for both of your sakes.

instead, he pulls his sweats back up and runs to grab wet cloth to clean you up with.

when he comes back, you look at him with glazed over eyes and a lopsided smile. he smiles at you, eyes crinkling. he cleans you up, murmuring soft praises and placing tiny kisses over you.

“did so well for me, love,” he whispers once he’s done, pulling the culprit dress down and covering you up again. he peppers your face with kisses and words of affirmation.

you hum, basking in the afterglow, “so… i guess you don’t want me to return the dress?” it’s a joke, but seeing namjoon back away from your face and his lips pressed into a straight line only makes you giggle.

“you’re keeping it… in fact, let’s go buy you a hundred more, yeah?”

#bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon oneshot #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut

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reagi-df · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 13: You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Old sketch design for my forgive me au but I’m gonna use it anyway

Donnie stares down at the screen as he types away, he's surrounded by the quietness of the lab. He's exhausted but he needs to finish what he started. It's been a rare few quiet days from having to go against any major Kraang players and he's taking this time to really get things sorted for when the time comes and he wakes up properly.

His fingers slow down on his keypad, eyes automatically looking up to his monitor showing the vital signs. Everything is stable for the moment and Donnie is grateful for that.

“Knock knock” jolting, Donnie shoots his head around and sees Raph standing there. Even though his body doesn't have any eyes, he knows from how his head is tilted he assesses Donnie.

And he doesn't like it.

“Raphael, what can I do for you at this hour” he's glad his mask hides the bags under his eyes.

“Raph could ask you the same thing” the sounds of Raphs metal feet hitting his floor as he walks closer, Donnie lets his ninpō ripple under his skin as he subtly swipes away the taps connected to the chamber.

Raph cant see.

“Why are you still up?”

“Have a lot of things to do. Projects to finish. I need to make sure our defences are up and running frantically, even if the Kraang are being strangely quiet it won't last forever and I need to make sure we're ready” Donnies hands are flying about his keypad as he speaks.

A heavy hand rests on top of his own, stilling him. Donnie looks down at the metal digits, observes the grooves and scratches that litter his brother's metal casing. A sharp prain runs through him at the thought of not seeing his oldest brother's flesh hand again but he knows it's too late now. Even if he tried it wouldn't work.

And he doesn't want to go through that again.

“You need to let me buffer out your hand again” he says absently.

Dragging his tiered eye up to these dimmed lit eyes of his brothers he hears Raph sigh. “Don, please go to sleep. I know its been hard on you but I don't want you to burn yourself out again. I can't go through watching you die right in front of my eyes. Not again.”

Looking away Donnie swallows. “That wasn't my intention.”

“I know” Raph’s hand leaves Donnie’s and he secretly mourns the loss. “But you mean a lot to us Don, we don't want you to keep hurting.”

He stubbornly refuses to look up, “I’m fine, Raph.”

“Please donnie, Le-”

“Dont!” Donnie grits out, cutting off whatever Raph was going to say.

Silence hangs in the air, tension heavy.

Closing his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, “I'm sorry” he exhales.

Raphs gently places his hand back on Donnies broad shoulder and he leans into the touch. “I know I nag a lot, but I just don't want you to hurt”

Patting Raphs hand “I know big brother” looking up he turns to face Raph, metal hand falling from his shoulder. “Look I promise i'll go to sleep, I just need another 10 minutes”

They both stand there staring at each other, it feels like an eternity before Raph sighs again and steps back. “Okay, I know a losing battle when I see one. Im making the rounds and when I come back and you're not asleep i'm dragging your ass to bed”

Snorting, Donnie bobs his head. “Sure” a small smile forms on his face.

Head shaking fondly, Raph walks to the door but pauses before he leaves. “I meant what I said Don” turning his head around he continues “you mean a lot to us, your family and we do anything for the family.

“Yeah” his voice catches in his throat.

They’ll do anything for their family.

Nodding Raph bids him farewell, “g’night don”

“Night” he whispers.

He stands there for a few seconds before he shuts all of his projects down, he pauses with his hand hovering in the air, he feels his ninpo running through his body, he brings up the tabs containing the chamber again and walks away as he transfers them to his gauntlet.

With a quick few strides to one side of the room, Donnie presses his palm to a hidden compartment, there's a hiss as the doors open. He's glad he never told anyone about this hidden room. It's become very useful for stuff he doesn't want others to see.

The doors close firmly behind him with the lights flickering on, with a flick of his fingers the tabs are transferred to the machine connected to the chamber. “I'll be quick, then you can go back to sleep. Donnie passes his time by making sure everything is working correctly, it usually takes about 10 minutes or so, but he's dragging his feet. He talks about anything that comes to mind, about the time Mikey ended up sleepwalking into a wall, or that time he ended up floating to the ceiling and unable to get down,.

“He’s exhausted, Mikes been doing too much lately”. Donnie muses.

Donnie goes on, speaking about the time when April and he had found a stash of booze, that was strangely still in date, and got drunk. “April was cursing me out, she should've known that my metabolism is superior than hers.” he absently rubs his head from where she smacked him when he did tell her.

His feet bring him closer to the chamber, “Jr is becoming a terror, coming more and more like his mother everyday” Donnie checks the systems and the vitals. “He's learning so fast, it was enjoyable watching him talk cheekily back to April” he pauses and looks down.

“You'd like him,” he whispers.

A dull scratches his attention, turning his head Donnie sees a green hand with an IV cannula strapped to the back, tubing floating around his body. The hand drags down and his claws leave sharp grooves into the glass.

Walking up, Donnie places his own pawl onto the thick glass. Leo stares back at him with dull unseeing eyes, a mask firmly placed onto his mouth while his body is submerged in water.

“I'm sorry,” Donnie whispers as he watches those unseeing eyes flutter and shut.

“Please forgive me” he murmurs to the dead.

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Dropping this here for @febuwhump I was hoping id find something

Im hoping to get close to the juicy bits in Forgive Me, id love it if you'd vote for these boys in the @tmntaucompetition it'll be fun show what ive got planned 😈, as well as going up against other peoples

Again excuse my dyslexic unbetaed

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday13 #forgive me #future donatello #future leonardo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #fanart #my art

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dreaming-of-lu · 11 months

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ahhh!! i see requests are closing soon! can i request the chain with a sassy reader? i always see the shy/quiet reader everywhere, its like the staple fanfic in every fandom but i just cant relate. my sarcasm is dry and my wit makes its way out of my mouth whether i want it to or not! we need some rep too lol, plus malon hints that the boys dig that in one of jojos updates 😋 hope you have an amazing day!

A/N: Sass? Sass. Thank you for waiting patiently! Hope you enjoy.

Part 1 of 3 (Warriors, First, Sky)

Warriors

There was always a case of disagreements of plans between you and him in which he wanted to tear his hair out. Sure, some of your ideas worked better than his, but these were his monsters, and he knew them well.

"If you just listen and understand that they are nothing like yours or the others, we can get through this quickly!" Warriors hissed loudly, gaining the attention of one of the creatures nearby. He lets out a tiny yelp at your grip on his scarf, pulling him down around the corner of a run-down building and out of sight.

"As much as I love to go through with this," you grunt, "and I know you dealt with them before, but trust me when I say that others are lurking out of sight."

"How can you be so sure?" He shot.

"I have neither the time nor the amount of crayons to explain this to you." you deadpanned.

Warriors opened his mouth and then closed it. He lifts a finger in your face, only to drop his hand with a groan of exasperation. He pouts at the ever-growing smirk on your lips, whining silently to himself, 'that was not fair.'

"Fine. Fine. You win."

A loud thud right next to his ear startled him. His eyes stared in shock at the sudden arrow sticking out of the rotten wood. He looked around swiftly before looking up to see one of the lizalfos standing there with a bow and arrow, hissing down at the both of them.

"Told you."

First

First won't lie when the marketplace is an absolute nightmare occasionally. He would rather avoid the crowded area than ever step an inch of a foot in there; it's bad enough when people really do not understand personal space and shove their elbows straight into his frame, smacking him around like he's some bokoblin or rather a piñata as what you call them in your home world. Speaking of you, he was looking for you around the village they stopped in for the day. Your ever so eager beaming face with the youngest right next to you could not stop the elder from denying you both to look around the marketplace.

With a soft warning for both of you to be careful, your form, alongside the sailor, disappeared quickly within the moving mass of villagers. First lost sight of you before he could follow you, and already he's regretting ever leaving the inn due to how overwhelmed he was by the never-ending wave of people.

A heavy sigh left his lips; he spun on his heel, ready to head back to the inn, knowing you'll meet up with them later at some point, until his ears picked up on what sounded like a disagreement. He's the one to ignore trivial things that don't involve him; however, this deep tug within urges him to look.

"Aha! You're silent! You know I'm absolutely correct!" A male Hylian stood tall with his arms crossed, haughty behind a cart carrying wares of potions and what looked to be herbs. He's glaring down a custom- oh wait, that's you. There was silence.

"My silence doesn't mean I agree with you. It means your level of stupidity rendered me speechless."

The look on the vendor's face was enough to send First's laughter bellowing out of him loudly. Oh, how you endlessly amuse him.

Sky

Goddesses, he had never woken up in the middle of the night craving a glass of warm milk in his entire life. He was usually knocked cold until morning when the chain needed to up and move to the next destination. Though the feeling of his mouth dried, craving for something nice, warm, and delicious woke him from his deep slumber.

With careful precision to not wake anybody around him up, he snuck down the hallway til he met his goal: the kitchen.

Sky knew he wasn't the sneakiest out of the bunch, but during the night, he was somehow better at it than the day. Slowly, he opened the box holding the milk, hushing the clatter of glasses clinking against each other. He grabbed the first one, settling it on the counter before shutting the lid. He eagerly rubbed his hands together in silent glee; he turned around, flinching backward quickly.

He placed a hand against his chest, his heart pounding harshly under his fingertips. A small light flickered on; standing before him was you with your mussed hair and tired 24-yard-long stare. Sky breathes,

" Whatever are you doing up in the middle of the night and sneaking on me? You scared me half to death, dove."

"I'm sorry, Sky. The next time I walk into a dark room in the middle of the night, I'll make sure to send a band ahead of me."

"Oh, har, har," Sky rolled his eyes before pulling another bottle of milk from the box.

"Can't sleep?" He questioned.

"Without my human furnace? Yup." You popped the cork off the milk bottle and took small sips. Sky sighs,

"My apologies; let's finish this, and we'll head back to bed, okay?"

#linkeduniverse x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu first x reader #.bea's writing #lu sky x reader #sometimes i put my entire soul into writing first #what is happening #the man is overtaking my identity as we speak

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smolweeblets · 5 months

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Jalosi

Hange Zoë x Reader

A/n: The reference for that title is niche but ifykyk

When you invited Hange to a night out at the bar to let loose, they were expecting a fun time spent with you. Not them glaring at you from across the bar while you mingled with several other patrons.

As much as they loathed seeing other people causing you to giggle though, you seemed to be having fun, and they really couldnt bring themselves to interrupt you.

So they spent the night sulking in a corner of the bar. The only external stimuli they responded to were your occasional check-in in the form of a thumbs up.

They always responded with a thumbs up and a forced smile back. As soon as you looked away to converse with some other man, they frowned to themselves.

This was their… 9th shot? Maybe more? Keeping track wasnt a priority right about now. What was a priority was keeping their anger in check. They could feel themselves get agitated with each new person that offered you a drink.

They werent mad at you of course, they could never be mad at you. But they were mad at the nerves of some of these people to even think they were even close to worth of even being in your presence.

If you got closer to them you'd be able to hear them practically growl under their breath.

Thankfully at this stage in their anger, you chose to stay for only a few minutes more. You saw how drunk they were getting and you were getting bored, even with all the attention you were getting.

So you made a beeline towards where they sat. They were slumped on the counter, causing them to take a while to notice you were there.

Once you finally got them to stand up, they immediately just slumped right back onto you.

"Han, please stand properly, youre heavy-"

"Missed you…" They muttered.

"Love, you were literally a few seats away from me the whole night."

"So?" They pouted.

You shook your head and chuckled softly before asaisting them to stand up properly, taking a few minutes to make sure they wouldn't just fall down again.

When you were sure they could stand on their own two feet, you set the both of you on a mission of traversing safely to the outside of the bar.

This journey consisted of dodging the horde of other drunk people and supporting Hange every time they slumped back onto you. But you persevered, and you two finally arrived outside.

You fish your phone out your purse and winced at the time. You had no clue you were in there that long. Nevertheless, it was time to go home.

No taxi was just going to pass by here at this hour. As you sat by a nearby bench to book an uner, Hange slumped right back onto you. Mumbling something under their breath that you didnt quite catch.

You smiled as you gave them a quick peck on their forehead. They were too cute when they were sleepy and tired.

That being said, this was unlike them. The smell of alcohol on their breath was incredibly strong. None of the fruity drinks you were sipping on for the night. This was the sort of alcohol people used to forget.

"Sheesh, how much did you have to drink? I dont think you even get this drunk for parties." You fixed some of their hair, tucking it behind their ear.

"Few drinks… 'm okay though…" They slurred as they talked.

"Its not like you to get this drunk, you good?"

A few seconds pass before they respond. "Yeah, ‘s all good..."

You could hear the hesitation in their voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow. But you decide to push the questioning for tomorrow. Trying to get a drunk Hange to give a straight answer is unheard of.

"Alright, but if its something you want to talk about, im always here" You offered.

Hange gave you a thumb up in response. You two sat in silence until the uber arrived.

Getting Hange into the car was a thankfully easier affair than getting them out the bar.

As soon as you got in the car, Hange immediately latched onto your side. Grabbing and holding onto anything they could reach on you.

“Hange, what are you doing?” You amusedly ask.

“Cant show my partner some love?” They pull away to pout and huff before going right back to hugging you.

“Yeah but–”

“Shhh. Missed you.” They clumsily interrupt you with a finger in front of your mouth.

You glare at them unamused but choose to say nothing and let them practically melt right onto you. Eventually they fell asleep, still holding you in a death grip.

You couldnt help but smile at how peaceful they looked asleep. You wriggled an arm out to rub circles into their back until you two got back home.

You gently shook them awake while apologizing to the driver who couldnt help but chuckle at you two.

After somehow finally wrangling Hange off of you and out of the uber, you guide them to finally get back to your home. Where right after you both finished getting ready, they tackled you onto the bed.

“Ouff– Hange what the fuc–” This time you were interrupted by Hange climbing on top of you and collapsing, arms wrapped tightly around you.

You gazed at the ceiling and accepted your fate, ready to sleep like this. You almost did, until you heard Hange mumble something into your skin.

“You say something, Han?” You quietly ask.

“Didnt like being away from you. Didnt get enough attention.” They repeated, words slurring together.

You remained silent for a moment, but pat their back reassuringly.

“Really? Why didnt you say anything?”

“You were having fun. Didnt want to interrupt.”

“You should have, you know id drop anything for you.”

“Still.” They mumbled.

You “tsk”ed while you frowned. “You know id have more fun just being with you than doing literally anything else. Tell me next time, ‘kay?”

They replied with a hum that was somewhat identifiable as a confirmation. You sighed and chose to take this to another time. You still had to wake up early to prepare some medicine for the massive hangover they were sure to have in the morning.

You craned your neck to give them one last quick peck for the night. “Goodnight Han” You whispered.

“...Mmm… night, love” Their grip on you tightened ever so slightly, and you knew that this person is the one you be spending the rest of your life with.

A/n: Im backk, been too busy and have had little ideas for writing but im alive and thriving tbh. School is a bitch but it is what it is, till next time >w0

#hange zoe x reader #hange zoe #hange zoë #hange #hange zoe aot #hange zoe x you #hange x reader

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kindnessisweakness2 · 2 years

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Perfect Chaos- Part 3!

Riley huffed loudly, red faced and sweaty as she rushed into her best friends apartment when she opened the door. Leaning her body against the door, she took a deep breath and looked at her only friend in panic. “Damn RyRy! Where’s the fire?” Lina giggled at her friend as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a coffee. Riley stood still. Guilt and panic weighing heavily on her chest. She really had messed up big this time. Lina’s head reappeared in her doorway, confusion clear on her face. Tears welled in Riley’s eyes as she looked at her best friend. “I’ve cheated on Jake!” Riley cried out not being able to hold it in anymore. “And it was the best sex of my life!” Lina burst out laughing. “Well Jake’s a dick. Ive never liked him you know that." Riley's eyes widened at her friends comment. Standing there flabbergasted Riley didn't know how to respond. Lina cocked her eyebrow in question "so you gonna get your ass in here and tell me about this dicking down or you gonna stand there all day?" Lina laughed and made her way to her dining table, Riley following behind her. "I'm dead when he finds out." Riley covered her face. Lina rolled her eyes at her friend. "You know if I ever find out he's put his hands on you I'll fuck him up Ry." There was a moment of heavy silence as Lina sipped her coffee. "Now tell me about your new boo. Who was it?" Riley peeped at her from behind her fingers. "Angel." She squeaked timidly and a wide smile crossed Lina's face. "Damn that boy is finnnne! You go girl!" Riley shook her head and smiled at her friends comment. "He was so nice. Gentle. I've never had that with Jake." Her cheeks flushed bright red as she confessed to her friend. "Jake never cares if I get mine too y'know. He just makes me face away from him so he won't have to look at me. Gets it over and done with. But angel? Fuck he made it his mission to make sure I was good, like he cared about me y'know?" Lina smiled at her friend "The way i see it is simple. Fuck Jake off and JUMP on Angel day and night, bitch!” Riley rolled her eyes at her friend. “Its not that simple Lina, I cant jump from member to member. Ill be looked at as a whore. Im just a one night stand to Angel. Him and Jake dont get on. Maybe im just a way for him to get one over on Jake.” Tears welled in Rileys eyes as she thought about everything. “And i let him. Im the worst girlfriend ever.” Lina grabbed Rileys hands as she began to cry. “Does Jake make you happy? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life?” Riley shrugged her shoulders at her best friend. “Thats the thing Lina. I dont think he ever has made me happy.”

Riley took a deep breath as she stood under the hot shower. The feeling of the water hitting her back and the sting of the temperature helped her focus. Her mind had been on overload these last few hours. She had so many different feelings passing through her, the main two being guilt and shame. However she also couldnt deny the feelings that settled in her heart for Angel. As stupid as it sounds she would give anything to be able to spend another night with him. The sound of her front door opening cut her thoughts short. Shit. That would be Jake. Quickly finishing washing her body, Riley rushed out of the shower and got dressed into black gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. Making her way to the living room, her stomach turned in panic when her eyes fell on Jake. He was sat on the sofa, head down with his hands clasped together. He was angry. She could feel it coming off of him in waves. “Hey Babe. Everything ok?” Riley questioned as she cautiously made her way towards him. He stayed silent, not even moving his head to look at her. Fuck. That was not a good sign. The second she lay her hand on his shoulder, he lept up from his seat and forcefully threw her against the wall. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Jake roared. Riley held her breath as she slid down the wall trying to protect herself from the blows that were coming next. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO NEAR ANGEL. YOU KNOW WE HAVE PROBLEMS. AND I FIND OUT FROM A FUCKING PROSPECT YOU ASKED HIM TO BRING YOU HOME LAST NIGHT!” Jake screamed as he pulled Riley from the floor to stand. “I-I had no one else to ask. He was leaving anyway. I-I didnt want to disturb anyone else. They all were still partying.” Riley tried to reason with him but he was beyond that point. She could see it in his eyes, but she was just thankful he didnt know about them sleeping together. “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN? I HAD YOUR KEY! AND DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Jake shook Riley forcefully gripping her wrists. Here it was. Her opportunity to tell the truth, come clean and take the beating. She just couldnt do it. Her fear of what he would do, to her and to Angel, wouldnt let her. “I asked Angel to take me to Lina’s. I used her key.” Thinking quickly Riley prayed he would believe her. Jake breathed heavily through his nose as he glared hard at Riley,searching her face for the slightest hint of a lie. Shoving her hands away from him he looked away from her and spoke like she was nothing. Like he had no emotional connection to the girl infront of him at all. "There's another club party tonight. Your coming. We leave in 10." Riley shook her head and started to protest. "I can't. Babe I have work-" Riley cut herself off with a gasp at the force she felt when he grabbed her shoulders. "Don't fucking argue." Riley nodded. "Can I change my clothes before we leave please?" She asked quietly trying not to look at him. "No. Your fine as you are. Nobody wants to look at you anyway."

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starwarsfan2004 · 2 years

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Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 5 (Darth vader x female reader)

(As promised heres chapter 5 the wrighting will be a bit longer for this and She's my little flower too and as always enjoy until then)

Still..

Still and silent as you were asleep in a warm yet cozy bed, head resting on a poofy pillow as you layed on your stomach your chest raising and falling as you inhaled and exhaled for he, the dark lord himself sat on his chair watching over you to make sure you were alright and steady on your feet when you woke up after you blacked out. Why did he feel so mush and warm on the inside, he haveing the thought of it makes him a but frustrated besides he only met you like a few hours ago but something was off about you..

You are infact different, your not some bland persone that cowers away from him and being struck by fear when you see him walking towards you or pass you, his breathing was hitching a bit but came to a normal steady breathing and exhaling momentum you were such a heavy sleeper but moments later you woke up with a yawn as you turned over and sat up straight yawning and stretching, your eyes were a bit dimmed as you rubbed them to see more clearly only to be left with a surprise that made the cold and warm feeling clash at your handa and neck.

"My lord" you greeted him with a small smile, he didnt respond in a bit but his respirator broke the silence before he spoke "You passed out.."

Oh shit

Is this how I die, you've heard stories of how he can kill those easily with a slash of his saber or choke someone to death.. you looked at him with a hint of pink painting your cheeks as you were a bit nervous on what he was going to do next, "I didnt expect someone like you would pass out like a candle, but tell me why is that so?" You cleared your throat as you spoke to him with a bit of nervous and a hint of embarrassment added to the mixture "As you wish my lord, im not the type that has a healthy life style nor a balanced diet im diagnosed with haveing the lack of iron in my body wich means im much more weaker and can easy get hurt, it also happens when i stand up too quick my vision starts to fade until it returns thats also why i sometimes often take of my helmet" you explained to the lord the amount of curiosity getting the better of him as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

"I see.." he responded with, it kinda putted you on edge because you can't really make out what his expressions are besides that your mind was empty and there was nothing swimming in it just grey pixels and dust in your mind, you looked at him every now and then but he didn't break his eye contact with you he was really curious about you..

After what felt like his eyes were piercing into your frame you cleared your throat as you spoke "I need to head back to my quarters supreme leader, so if you don't mind me i-" before getting interrupted by him standing up as soon as you ever so slightly sit on the side of his bed about to grab your helmet and trail off again "No, I will escort you, I don't want you to pass out again.." he said as he pushed his code into the door as it slides into the wall, you grabbed your helmet as you putted it on while your weapon was resting over your chest as he waited for you outside. You didn't say anything to upset him so you scrapped away your thoughts for now as you walked out of his room only left with the hissing sounds of his door joining in with the walls, you both started to walk down the hallway to your quarters...

its so quite and still only with the sound of his respirator, the sound of heavy boots and people passing by greeting him that broke the silence your mind dwindled as he looked down at you, he couldn't make out your expressions better yet he cant see your tender yet soft face it made him somewhat upset but he found it odd... it was odd to him by a lot, it made sense to him, you in fact remind him of the person he once loved but things didn't trail to the right direction sadly.

After a long awkward silence he was slightly ahead of you until you started to catch up with him meeting his gaze again, you finally broke the silence as you sighed softly as you adjusted your helmet a bit until he notice your long braid resting on your back witch made him question you "Why do you have your hair like that?" he said looking over his shoulder at your back, "I don't feel safe or comfortable when there's nothing behind my back and I can't really put it into a bun it just completely flops my lord" you said to him looking up at him he however was quite amazed by you and the thing that surprised him more was the fact that your not cowering away from him nor do you stutter when you speak to him, he found it rather refreshing to have a normal conversation after he became a sith lord.

"May I ask you something my lord?" you said folding your arms as you shrugged, he stopped dead in his tracks as he turned over to you "What awnser do you seek?" he asked tilting his head slightly to the right he was a very tall man but you weren't that small to him you however are almost his hight but your head meets his shoulders, after he admire your small frame you spoke "Why was I chosen to patrol in your halls, what makes me so special my lord?" you asked adding a hint of ceriousity in your tone as he rests both his gloved hands on his belt looking at you for a moment before awnsering your question "Because I need more trustworthy and skilled troopers like you but its rare to find skilled ones your not a clone and thats what I find appealing about you.." after those few words he continued forward

Wait huh?!

Me, skilled???

This has to be a joke you thought to yourself as your brows furrowed and your mind raceing all over the place trying to piece the puzzle together for Vader he chuckled at your thoughts as he spoke again "This isn't a joke, after looking at your data sheet you were given the title for being a sharp shooter by your commander.." he explained so that's why he wants me looming around the upper floors of the ship. You looked at him with a tilted head as you giggled softly "Well dad did taught me well on how to aim" after those words he had the thought of his mother that passed away it gave him pain as he tilted his head down, he couldn't be mad at you for saying that in fact no one knew his past except for Obi-wan and Master Qui gon.

You looked at him as you scrapped your words together "Did I upset you my lord?" you asked a bit worried as your right hand was messaging your collar bone underneath the amour and cloth as he picked up his gaze again...

ah shit

I did say something that made him upset, you didn't bother asking him again because you know the reason why people like him wouldn't awnser, you let it slide as you look over ahead as the both of you made to your quarters. You punched in your code as the door hissed open as your back was faceing him he wanted to thouch your hair but he didn't attempt on doing so, you turned back to him as you looked up at him "Thank you for escorting me back to my quarters my lord ill be up and ready for tomarrow at the needed position" you said to him as you took off your helmet as you gave him a small smile that made him a bit at ease, he nodded as he turned back to where he came from leaving you by your door frame with haste he made his way to his meditation chamber to calm himself more and try to control his emotions more..

#star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #darth vader x you #star wars x you #star wars fic

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myteddyna19 · 2 years

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Worthy I Thought.. I think what is bothering me the most is realizing how little I truly know about you. How, so easily, I chose to reject my own judgment and senses that keep me. I inserted the almost seamless cloak of flaws and traits and interests you began to provide. Hindsight is as hindsight does- I accepted this forgery of Self, and I have continued to until I could no longer pretend the veil you provid IS your truth.

I, still, this very second want to pretend that what you offer as Self and what I see and feel in and of you are the same. My justification for blatant ignorance is two fold. One, it was obvious that like me, you needed that particular skin of yours to be. For sanity and serenities sake. I know this particular way of walking all too well. Two, in all honesty it was easier to allow myself to take the veil of skin you offer, and with respect, I treated it as truth rather than understanding the who, what, when, where and why of someone other than myself. You were not offering any other verison.

I wouldnt say it was laziness that fostered the ingorance necessary on my part. My own situational folds in the fabric of my Self are complex, deeply dark and stress riddled. This, keeps me well stocked in answerless riddles, puzzling pieces and dank rabbitted pockets of inky blackness in need of exploration within the heaviness of this drapery I call my own. I keep busy. Me, Myself and I were then and still now, enough for outright boredom to find no room for occupancy within me.

There we were, all three of us bedraggled and exhausted in our own separate ways, standing in a dingy, litter strewn lot of an Indian owned convenience store. Dark settling around us with certain familiarity. There was a hiss and pop of the parking lot floodlights coming on. The light closest to us flickered off and on frantically as if someone, or thing, was sending out a desperate SOS through its wires for help that may never come.

Belief is more powerful than those with the knowledge of Self will admit to. For excellent, timeless reasons. And well, those without that knowledge aren't missing anything. All is as it should be.

I had no idea who you were. Not then. I know now, that what was the solidity of character portayed is not your Self. Ivknow less of you now than in the beginning. I cant breathe. The carbon dioxide digs into my lungs cells REFUSING to be exhaled. This hot burning sensation floods my chest and the tears run. I can no longer see anything but blurry salted water. Im choking on the truth cannot see.

Nothing anyone has offered, speakibg of you is accurate. Not the mundane, daily grind infomation of bosses or coworkers Not the infamous reputation that precedes you damn near every where in our travels together. No. Not even the list of character facets people who've known you for, well, forever NOT EVEN them can attle off if asked about your nature. You. But they speak of not you, too.

You. Not you. How was I supposed to understand this? After this much time has passed inveach others presence. Every. Single. Day. For nineteen months. No. NO. .... Im choking on my breath . My heart is bruising my organs pounding. Erratic and painfully shooting tention up to my neck every time i attept to try to wrap my mind around the ugly silenced separation of your self from your Self. Curdled something rises in my esophagus wanting to be ejected violently through my lips. My stomache is doing to my lunch what my brain wishes it could do to the unavoidsble intrusion of fact. I. I.... But... then question begin to form and this silent dance of partnership between us is no longer in step. Faltering and jerky are the motions becoming created from us now. I am..... I just... my chest aches. The veil you gave of you, is waiting to be tossed aside. The angered dormancy of refusal to shed this yourself stares at me with boredom and disgust. The happy blind trust I held for your word turns into humiliating shame I cannot shed. I realize I am expected to finish breaking down the facade of us on my own. I am expected to pull the rest of your rotted and lie ridden veneer away. You simply cannot be bothered. Shame falls quicky from my psyche and cold anger slides in and stares back at you with calculated withdrawal.

No. I dont fucking think so.

From the very beginning of us, that Friday evening when we ran into each other in a gas station parking lot through a mutual friend i knew then what I was seeing. Standing before me was a thin, lanky creature with georgous green eyes and a crooked smile that told me more than all of your words spoken (and they were charismatic and hypnotizing to a into my ear totaled up to this very moment, almost two years later. Yes I knew the of folded layers of complexity standing before me. It was suprisingly familiar. So familiar in fact it seemed to be a setup. There was no way i was being introduced to another with a soul of the same thickened fabric as my own. No. Not here. Most DEFINITELY a trap. Of what sort, or whose... details I could fixate on later.

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mindbleeds · 1 year

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Notebooks found after flood 12/27/22

Focused on good steps

See how easily your mind can shift

Going from negative and questioning

To authentic sturdy positivity

It seems trivial at times, when really its just a misconception of the value in being/keeping simplicity

A bit past three and there is nobody around. A little fucked up, here silence is the loudest sound. Becoming better and making changes. A bit distraught I am just filling up these lines on these pages. Repeating how im not good enough for him. A sea of thoughts that I am drowingng in. If I told you that things get better then Id be lying. Dont know how to make this all right again, but im trying. When the breeze picks up, I hope to drift away. And when the pain sets in, I hope you choose to stay

Tonight I wont sleep. Keep me awake in your dreams. Tomorrow might give reason as to what this all means. For now, this porch is a santuary. And one more sleepless night reinstills my obscure sanity

Here I stand, commencing a peaceful celebration at the edge of this continent. It happens every single morning and night.

Mother Nature provides us with moments to remain in

Filled with music, lights, and entertain ment

All we have to do is be present

Give back to her the gift of whole hearted embracement

See the natural beauty of all of earths creations

Surrounding you

And find

Youre one of them as well

We stood at the edge of what we had imagined forever might feel like

We found shelther in a cave where darkness and the cold became our home. We came to love it and came to know what the other on of us was

I couldnt hold these words for you any longer

They all held remnants of so many honeysuckle sunsets

That led to nights of staying up far too late

I thought you werent meant to say things like “sleep well babe” to people that didnt matter

But you do

You did

And so I did

And now all thats left are all of these heavy baskets I was forced to bring in off from the front porch

Sheilding them from getting wet and potentially smearing

In case you might need something from them again

But I need to give them back today

Got to let them go and weave a new basket

All these baskets that are filled with left over remnants of honeysuckle sunsets and pine needle nights

On a foggy beach, misty afternoon. The empty shore goes further than my eyes can see. Footprints from the early risers on their morning beach-jogs. Riddled with craters from heavy raindrops hitting. The ocean is a deeper navy than im used to seeing and its extra foamy. As it washes up it leaves little trinkets along the coast for beach goers to collect and give to loved ones. I come across a shell thats perfectly unweathered. I hold it in my palm for a minute and admire its natural beauty then I toss it back into the ocean and I make a wish

Barefooted where the water washes up and over my unpainted toenails of my tatted foot. Its picturesque the way that I sink in deeper with each rise and drift of the tide. For such a chillu early spring day the water is warm. On the horizon cargo ships move along. I always wonder what they are carrying and where its going to. I wonder if people think the same things as I do. A few people pass by, they simple and I smile too.

I move a little ways from the water and up onto a lifeguard tower. From here I can see the city through the fog. I stay here for a while until I remember my peace. Long enough for the mist to go away and for teh gaurds to tell me Ive got to go. I breathe in the salty air. And draw a picture in the sand. Wash mu feet before I get to the parking lot, and into my car. A quiet drive back to shleter and my bed. Tonight I will rest easy. Thanks to the ocean once again

Greedy eyes better look away. See how they long to step inside my mind without an invitation and I cant break from the state of flux im in where I am drowning out all distractions and building up this creative vision

Grateful just to be livin unlimited and elevated. Forming word clusters resonating with my soul of an indigo hue vibrating higher feel what I can do

Laying it down. Countless times. Consider this a refresher

Let the beauty come pouring out. Long enough it has been running through my veins. Undneath all this pain a sparkle remained in both of my eyes on the most unexpected of days, it became known again. It was that little bit of magic that kept me and still keeps me going.

To know that in the midst of everything, magic can happen, wounds heal, grace saves, and it is possible for something liek you to search so deep within yourself- not to find any sort of answer but to discover further and more in depth who you are and what you are here to bring to the world. So that in everything you do it is eveyrhitng you are. And you do it so humbly even angels admire it. You are waking up into something more

Connected surpassing all the times I felt neglected

You’re here, right?

Say you rage so hard, right?

Time to put that mentality to the test

Im the neutral party here

Youre the one who’s working the show

Im living and listening

Gotta vent? Get it out

Trying to just shove it all on me? Cut that shit now

Look twice

But dont question even once

Actually really living without regrets

Giving zero fucks, actually

Few are capable of handling me

My ppl know when to leave it alone

And I give it back ten fold their direction

See I show up

Not only for you regularly

But also for me

Selfish

But look how I radiate

Sit back and question

How could I do it any other way

Than this one

This right here counts

Real is what matters

Theyll turn to view the artist

Find goodness and beauty along the way

Seeking it out

On display

In a gloomy distraught place

New creators will find their voices

Visionaries will be forced to adjust in the shift

Into alignment with natures message

Theyll be the ones who interpret it

This is what we need

To feel lonely, overwhelmed

Totally clueless about what will happen

For somewhere in that. Fear and desparation

We are bound to discover a newfound hope

So feel what youre feeling

Stay plugged in

Take breaks and remember to

Breathe

I know we will get to a better tomorrow eventually

Rest now

Take it one day at a time

Sure, youre inside

But are you going to look outside of yourself or go and lock the front door

Look out your window and feel lucky enough to have shelter?

Will it all go back to normal like ti was or is this our chance to redefine normal”? Will you let the anxieties of being completely not in control define and dictace your days or can you pause to know every person is feeling thatanxiety to varying degrees? Wake up to the goodness buried in there

(About 2020)

Sit down take a secodn feel the ground take a breath in and hold it still 1 2 3 4 now let it out

Its a mystery whats left to come thats why I love it

I let myself fall deeply into some of the most unassuming moments

Wouldnt call it something beautiful but theres something great about it

It doesnt happen on purpose

Its only real to me when it unintentionally happens

Force makes it feel fake

This is the push of the universe. Im reciebing gifts I dont deserve

Writing about what im feeling is probably good

Putting it into words- I tend to jump and overanalyze/. Theres a pandemic happening and somehow I dont feel all that panicked- its odd but this isnt about me

Speak only when its time to say checkmate

Write in silence

Gotta let me

E s c a p e

Into that void

This empty space

No time

Total lack of linear structure

Where I find

Whats incomprehendable to a simple mind

All I know is that this one thing right here

See,

This

Mine

She does the work and does whats right. Reads up on Jesus to celebrate easter with her family respectfully though to the norm (nam?) she respectfully declines. heartwarmth she is the buddha in the studio.

Run it. Make me ratchet. Make it crave it till I ask please can I have it

He settles for what he can take

All that he makes

Gets swept away

Hes always running towards heartbreak

Cause its his own

Hes out to shake

She wants so badly to let him in

Hes wearing thing

Her chest caves in

And so does his

One final leap

Today begins

Sunlight

Golden beams hit my body

Shadows on my ribs

Craters and waves

The ocean, my soft skin

When its broken down be motivated by the sounds - like how when it stops in the surroundings- still we create- loud

Containment makes it worse

Theyre like “do this”

Meanwhile im trying to explain how hard it is to write relevantly but how easy it is to write about a bathroom door

Indeed

Now that Ive found him there is no sense In making myself be grounded

Know that when its forever

It just keeps getting better

I tried to wrap my head around coincidenece

Couldnt make sense of it

Then I met him

The calm of letting things go

Breathing, feeling, living and feeling whole on my own

Its all because he found me

So many weights disappeared and were lifted

I sort of always knew that Im gifted

Searching for that gifts purpose

Could I return it?

Give it back to the betterment of whatever is left thats still good?

When I come back

I reiterate

It isnt over yet

Matter of face

This is only jsut the start

Soo ill take on my role

Quite literally play my part

Selfish as it seems from your perspective

This is always for you

Not me

Drip

Drift

Descend

Fall

Fade away into Neverland

Wild dreams that speak

Are filtered

Outrageous thoughts

Deemed too controversial

Well im craving an uproar

Desiring the upside down

Pray that we lose all sense of normal

To be forced into a new right side up

Maybe then

People change

Maybe then

Weve still got a fighting chance

To make this a better place

When its my turn to speak

Listen from a “all the past is erased” point of view

Im here to say

We can make it happen

Youve got to be with me the whole way

Is the ceiling caving in or is it exploding?

Feeling weightless yet grounded in the moment

I lost track of all the days last week

I think

That Ive got no clue what im even really thinking

But when im just feeling like this

It feels so right to just go with it

I move

Are you with me

Pray you dont ever forget

Its me who is in charge

Of the pace of this

The ebbs and flows

The waves youve been riding

Thats all me

Always will be

Always has been

There is no next step

There is only here

There is only now

Just this moment

To take up residency in

At a table

Surrounded by a bunch of tall grass

And weeds

The light is shining down, you can see it really clearly

The river thats ahead is canopied by trees and the birds on all the wispy branches are out there singing the songs that they sing

I am intricately interwoven

Into this tapestry of life

Some days I know exactly what I am doing and where I am going

Other days I have absolutely no ideas

This does not slow me down becasue I trust the process of it all

I carry a sack full of goals and ambitions with me. I dream alot. Visions are what I feel I can hold onto. They get clearer the more time I devote to developing them. The more I alloow myself to jsut be, the more abundant they/it becomes. The more that I surrender to the wild excitement that comes along with living, the happier and calmer I become. I am opening myself up to more movement with no real expectation fo what that might lead me to. I am worthy of this journey. I am here

I am willing

And I am always ready to take on whatever life hands me

The smell of the river mixed with bug spray

The red cardinal waiting for me patiently at the front door

Calm and at ease

Pleasant

My head rests on my knee

A fresh start

Still it sort of seems the same

Im learning the value in that

How to not just shy away

How to allow

Take in

Hold on

Feel

Impact

Let go

Release

Reverberate within the atmosphere

Its sort of smelly here

Then again, so am I

My god its been a while since Ive been able to just sit back and relax

Like we used to do back when we still felt like kids

Feels like ages since back then, hard to believe how much weve grown

But im so glad that we grew the way we have

I know that nothing can erase the past

No substnace is gonna change what is fact

Im okay with all of that

I wont ever deny whats true or withold any of the details of my story and struggle

I stand by saying all I did had to be done

I feel like I might be capable of getting this message through and across

You cannot blame yourself for being guarded.

Closing off

For protecting your once-soft heart that over time was hardened

I know its hard, that people can be mean

They can backstab and betray you. I know its easier to just get up and walk away than it is to wait around for someone when youve become so accustomed to how they all leave. I cant promise you that everyday will be sprinkled with magic and glitter but I can tell you that one day, the right ones will come along, and youll know theyre the right ones to come because they are the ones who will stay.

Proud of how you have fought to not push them away

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dreadedinsights · 2 years

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NUDARC

i absolutely fall in love with you over and over again

i remember exactly how we met personally for the first time.

i could remember my heart beating so fast as i approach the plaza where we’ll meet, seeing you stand near the entrance with your hair curled out and the genuine smile you have, i remember the small conversations and the awkwardness, the shyness stood out and your glance was the nicest thing I've ever seen, your scent is unforgettable and even now... you still smell the same, the smell of denim on my skin and the masculinity of it.

i remember how we strolled in town like two birds flying in the sky,

the warmth and comfort of your hand as you slowly held my hand at the crossroads.

our heads were sweating so much despite the cold weather we had,

i still see you as the same person you are EIGHT YEARS AGO.

gentle, sweet, protective and emotionally deep.

i remember the gentle kisses you always give me and up till now i melt on those kisses. i love you so much and weve both been through so much,

i love you so much and we killed each other so many times our tears just dripping down our faces, we love each other so much and now we question ourselves if do we still feel the same way now,?

or are we the same people as we were before.

i love you so much now i question myself if you still remember every good thing we had,

i love you so much i wonder if you'd still send me a message today.

i miss you so much and i cant stop missing you despite how bad our relationship has gone.

i miss you more than ever when were high i feel like sometimes i cant find you deep down inside cause the real you is buried from so much pain,

and i feel so bad and guilty because it is myfault why you have changed.

i want to let go of you because you are not happy with me anymore our laughter always gets killed with anguish and pain that i have caused and i cannot ever blame you for the treatment you gave me cause i deserve it.

i deserve to be hurt and feel the heavy pain, because you are just a nice, perfect and the ideal guy a woman could ever have.

and i am not the woman you're looking for it hurts me so much right now to say this i am not the one whom you called the “perfect wife”, because i am crazy and broken and stupid, i am just a fool who seeks love and attention and i don't make sense anymore . i lost myself in the process of trying to fix myself . but still you are there.

PLIP! i am sooo sorry for everything and for what i have made you become right now. i write this with so much pain i have and guilt for not telling you that the reason your like this is because of me! and because youre right naman talaga, and mama too ... I AM NOT CAPABLE OF LOVE but CHAOS.

im feeling so down right now and i just want to hide in my rabbit hole. if ever you read this one day and you just left in silence i would understand why and that because you might have read this. Masakit na hin duro ha dughan nga nakkita ko ikaw nga nag tutuok ngan naulolan. unta mapasaylo mo ako na kayano ha personal diri ko ini mayakan naak gn aabat. i have been so cruel to you AND ITS NOT YOU WHOS CRUEL. i made everything so hard for you and it gets harder when i am your present.OHHHH GOD!!!!! GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!!!!!!! AND I DONT KNOW KAYANO INI GIN PAPA ABAT HAAK HIT KALIBUTAN! YOU ARE THE LESSON IN MY LIFE, AND I am just an obstacle you have to surpass for you to find happines. Im so sorry my love im really sorry for everything, for everypain i put upon you. i dont know how i will let go and survive but if you walk out my life i will learn to accept the painful decisions you have to make. but always please remember I LOVE YOUUUU SOOO MUCH DY!!! AND MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER EVER CHANGE! FORGIVE ME FOR EVERYTHING!! :(

-LOVE-

MOMMY HEYAM

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glorifiedbones · 2 years

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im telling myself i have to keep going. for this cruise my aunt paid for already. i just need to keep going until my birthday and this gift i am so gracious for. and yet part of me despises it because if it wasnt there i would get out of my bed right now, creep into my kitchen, grab a knife, probably stand still in the kitchen. put it back, pull it back, put it back. id stand there for a couple moments in eerie silence of the night. id contemplate if thats something id really want to do or not. i think the answer is yes. i almost gave my friend a hundred dollars for his birthday cause i figured if im dead i dont need any money. i changed my mind because i thought that was pretty fucked up even for me. i think to myself maybe stay alive long enough just for grandma to die. thats morbid i know; but my grandfather has already passed but the worst part is i think to myself maybe not. because at best she has twenty years left. my worst because i cant wait twenty years. in twenty years ill be forty and im positive ill kill myself before i turn twenty five. if im realistic probably twenty three.

its not healthy you impose your mental health on someone else but sometimes i wonder if i had a significant other id change my mind about killing myself. i like to think itd be because id be happy. but i know you shouldnt impose life altering feelings such as those on someone else. you cant control other people. my metaphorical boyfriend/girlfriend that doesnt exist could leave me. lately ive thought to myself that id be okay with a boyfriend that would abuse me because at least that would mean he hasnt left me. in my sick and twistsd mind that tells me, at least he still cares enough about me to comit domestic violence. and than my stomach turns because holy shit that is mentally ill i shouldnt be wishing that im abused just for some love or pity or attention seeking or whatever the fuck it is im missing so badly in life. i think the answer is yes. id grab the blade and head to my shower turn it on. fill the tub with hot water. place the blade on the counter. id turn back to my bedroom door, lock. closet, new clothes my future dead body clothes. i think about how my corpse would look sometimes. how it would degrade if no one found my corpse. would i have gnats flying over me and maggots crawling over my grey skin and i wonder what i would look like if i had a gun and spewed my brains out all over the wall if i put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. thats a bit dark but y’know. whatever. id put my dead body clothes on and turn the light off and shut the closet door and grab my phone thats in my room charging on the charger. id pull it off and open up musi. id probably play the playlist my friend made me. or maybe id press shuffle on my whole playlist. it sits on top of the back of my toilet. id sit on my knees on my spiderman bathmat if the tub wasnt full yet while i waited for it to fill. turn it off when it does. grab the blade. step in the tub. sit. lean back. my breathing would be heavy because holy fuck am i really about to do this? its what ive been waiting for, for fucking ages! im jealous of the me i picture in my head right now. because the me in my head right now makes an ugly whimpering sound as i slice two lines dug into my arms and rolled up sleeves. like how hannah baker did on that dumb fucking show. i havent even finished it because it got dumb as shit with the raped girl and her boyfriend. i wonder what noises i would make if someone else was stabbing me. not like a metaphorical lover but like a serial killer or something. though i suppose if i was to go out by a lover than maybe theyd play the part of grieving boyfriend well. or theyd kill themselves after too, one final act of love and devotion. but thats a bit fucked up like romeo and juliet and that wasnt romantic because romeo was a dumb piece of shit who promptly forgot that the plan was to fake their deaths. obviously she wasnt dead you numbskull. and juliet how could you be in love with a man so stupid? how could anyone be in love with a man so depressed like me?

how could anyone look at me and think thats their person? its not a question of am i worthy or not, its a question of am i desirable enough. the answer is im not by the way. raging mental illness is hot on chicks but thats like the bipolar im obsessed with you or im a whore mental illness. not the i am literally fantasizing about my death right now mental illness. is it a crime to want to be the former rather than the later? maybe id wear a black corset and flaunt my breasts and suck cock and get laid and tie long straight brown hair up into a pony tail and get my nails done. but im not a woman and those things arent exactly the me i have in mind. maybe woman me would be cool with that, at least shed be getting laid. but im just me, the male me by the way, and im not confident at all like that. i wish i was a different person. taller, blonder, chiseled jaw, id work out and each vegetables and know how to cook and clean, id be like the boys on tiktok who wore maid outfits for the funny trends, and id probably shop for clothes more often to stay trendy and stylish, id post body checks and thirst traps on tiktok and instagram and maybe id play the guitar better than i already do. pst, i dont really know how to play, im faking it. at least thats what i tell myself in an attempt to self sabotage and diminish any real qualities i may potentially have about myself because the thing is at least if i have nothing going on in my life at all it makes sense to kill myself you know?

but the thing is i play the guitar and i play video games and maybe all my friends are online but those are still friends and i should have reasons to not kill myself, those are plenty good reasons. a family that loves and cares and provides endlessly for me. and im fucking selfish because for whatever reason thats not enough for me. id hiss at the hot water as it stings my skin and id hiss as the blade cuts into my skin and id cry because maybe ill finally be happy if im fucking dead. my blood swirls in with the water. it sloshes over the sides of the tub and onto the false wood of the ground. just another thing my lazy useless selfish self has left for someone else to pick up after. id kill myself in the bathtub because itd make it easier on everyone else to clean up my corpse. the thing is my mother would never know for hours because id do it at night when i make sure shes asleep. shed sleep for eight to ten hours. thatd be eight to ten hours where im dead and she couldnt do anything about it. no more intake systems that kick me out after two days because they either dont care about me or im not depressed enough to warrant a stay or maybe we paid for that and im just too fucking broke to deserve being helped. no more feeling like the most useless person on the planet because im literally a fat as fuck discord admin who lives in their moms basement except im worse because they can get discord kittens and ive never even held someones hand romantically. ive never had my first kiss, ive never had sex, ive never touched another womans breasts or felt the feeling of another mans cock inside me or gone on a date. ive never cuddled someone who noses at my neck leaving soft kisses, ive never made someone giggle so much because i made them feel safe and loved. ive never been with another person and i put all my self worth onto this imaginary person. and its selfish because im expecting this falsehood to cure my illness but ive been depressed for years and its not going to be cured. ill forever be like this. in truth ill probably chicken out because im a pussy and ill leave more words like these and play more games and gain more weight and be more of a loser.

maybe ill kill myself when im thirty two and id live by myself and i dont talk to my mother or father or aunt or uncle. i go to my minimum wage job and go back home again. ive gained a hundred pounds and im a fat ugly fuck who cant see properly because id be too broke to buy new prescription glasses. i have no one to call, no friends, not even online ones, still a virgin, a pathetic no life no one. this is how i see myself now but if im thirty two and still living itd be even worse because thats just a grotesque depressed mother fucker whos pathetic. id drink alcohol so im piss drunk, id have a gun purchased and registered under my name, and id be able to buy it because i havent been medicated since early highschool and theres no legal signs of my depression and truthfully its not thay hard to lie to professionals. but honestly id probably be golden with the gun licensing because they dont exactly have super strict regulations everywhere, so id just go somewhere that doesnt have many. id be drunk off piss warm beer i choked down, maybe fruity vodka because the idea of piss warm beer is disgusting but the beer would be cheaper i think. id choke down the whole six pack, maybe pull out a smoke, id sit in my creaky old chair id probably bought off amazon or facebook market place. the gun and bullet casings would be on a table beside me. id grab and load the weapon, cock it in my mouth and pull the trigger. simple as that. easy as that. id be dead and no one would find my body. my corpse would get caught because a neighbor would complain about a rancid disgusting smell coming from my flat. i wouldnt care about who cleans up after my mess because there is no one to worry about. theyd clean the splatters of my brains and blood off the wall, maybe theyd take a picture or two. is it fucked up that im romanticizing the idea of my death inside my head right now? im fantasizing about my future inevitable demise and i would fucking smile with glee if i wasnt so exhausted.

but its late and im tired and my bottom lip is pushing uncomfortabley close against the skin of my chin. i cant tell if its because of my buck fucking teeth or if its because im getting fatter, the fat flooding to my face. its already all over my stomach and thighs, im disgusting and undesirable. i miss being sixteen because even though i was fucking depressed and suicidal i was skinny because i would starve myself and my mother would never care because she hated me then. whether she would admit it or not i know my mother did not care about me when i was sixteen. and its not just me being dumb as shit “oh everyone hates me” it was genuinely her actions. choosing people who hurt me over me, staying and standing by their side even to this day but its hard to admit that even to myself because if i do that means its true and isnt my mom the one person in the world who should pick me her son over everyone else, would rather pick someone who hurt me and hurt her and it would also mean no one would ever pick me at the end of the world. im almost jealous of him sometimes. he has someone who would pick him and i have staring at my bedroom wall for sixteen hours a day. god im pathetic. i had one french fry today and i regret eating it so much because if i didnt eat it, that would mean i havent ate anything at all today and part of me needs that back. part of me needs sixteen year old me because i had an undiagnosed eating disorder as a cry for help which no one saw or recognized. and now i have body rolls and im almost two hundred pounds. i had an anorexia tumblr account and i was thin and my stomach was flat and i was thin i was so thin and now im fat and its even worse on me because im fucking short as fuck. i had friends i went to homecoming with i had a best friend and it was us against the world but only in my mind because ive never been anyone elses “its us against the world” and i smiled because even though i struggled mentally i had things that i dont have now. im jealous.

i think often about the person i would be if we never moved. id be in college, have a job, shed still be my best friend because i would have never moved, maybe id have a girlfriend because i was super like into chicks back than and maybe id never fall out of love with women the way it seems i so often have a back and forth now. or maybe id be dating the cute boy i had a crush on who picked me up and span me around the lunch room. or maybe id be dating the girl who grinded up on my cock at homecoming, she was cute. i still have her number, id text her since we were friends back then if i still lived there but we arent friends now and i dont live there anymore. i am not that person anymore. i have to wake up and accept the fact that im not him anymore, “your not that guy, pal. your not that pal buddy. your not that buddy, dude. your not that dude, man. your not that man, guy.”

and so the cycle repeats. i fantasize about the knife in my kitchens knife block. i thing about slitting my throat and slicing open my stomach and killing myself often because im depressed and suicidal and unmedicated and im fucking pathetic. because i wont kill myself. every day i wake up and get on my computer and play video games all day. i wont kill myself because im pathetic and scared, because in truth i want to get better because getting better means being happy and being happy means truly living and truly living means im not stuck inside this ugly shell you call a life that ive crafted for myself. i wont kill myself because i dont know if god is real or not and im scared to die because what if the world is just dark after? i dont think i can truly comprehend how isolating death would be. the burning in my brain, the ringing in my ears, hearing the voice that is thinking inside my head, the feeling of my skin and the ache inside my legs. all of it would just stop and i cant comprehend that and im scared of that. but at the same time i think of that lady gaga interview where shes asked if she could do one thing without any consequences, what would she do?

die she answers. she would die.

#sept 21st 22

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im-not-a-simp-i-swear · 2 years

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Could I request a headcannon with the brothers (plus the undatables if you want to) with an MC who can pick them up? Like bridal style, just some fluffy fun!

Strong MC bridal style

💙LUCIFER

Caught off guard by your strenght, its enough to even make him blush! However he wont admit it (the blusb he wont, but will your stong"

He, just like most of these lads, does find it surprising how strong a small human like you has, even more he is surprised youre that stelghty to catch him off guard

It isnt that he doesnt like the cuddles with you, its just... he prefers being the one to carry, but hey! Maybe you'll be lucky enough to someday warm him up to the idea of being lifted up by you

"MC?! Please put me down right now, i-i... im busy"

💛MAMMON

As surprised as the first born, however it is much more visible than said bro

After the first lift do expect him to be finding ways for you to carry him more often. He'll fake a couple of bad headaches, pretend to be very tired after some walking, jump off some stairs-, you know the usual attention seeker stuff

As time passes by and you two become closer you will be asked this needs more directly, but until then have fun dealing with the typical tsundere boy act

"MC help me out i need a hand with something that i cant reach over at the bookshelf" "why not ask beel? Well cause he is busy obviously!" "Just lift me up- NO IT ISNT-"

🧡LEVIATHAN

Loves you being able to carry him, hates the attention it could bring, it is recomended that if you are to lift him up then do so in a place where others wont see you two

He finds your ability to carry him astounding, like the typical anime character that manages to carry anything that is ridiculously heavy

"MC wait!- n-not infront of all these people!" "Yes im ok i wasnt gonna pass out jajaja really im fine i wasnt nervous about you offering to be so close to me"

💚SATAN

Like pile of dust like son this boy is gonna be shoketh by your firmness. He will also blush and wish to be put down, not because he doesnt like it, but because he too prefers the roles to be reversed.

Unlike the old man however he'll grow to like it much faster. Sure he might like being the knight in the story but surely there cant be anything wrong with being the individual in distress right? He can read while you carry him or have you help him with his books!

"Thanks for coming with me MC, i really needed to pick up those books."" You know, As we reach my room perhaps you could... carry me..?👉👈"

💖ASMODEUS

"If youre this strong carrying him then how strong are you in doing other stuff MC😏"

Absolutely loves that you can carry him, first discovered during an almost accident where you ended up catching him, has since been wanting you to hold him in your arms like this then

Asmo will find any type of excuse, just like a certain little greedy boy, to be carried by you, so you better be having to arms ready for him

❤BEELZEBUB

When it first happened he just stared in silence, processing what just happening. You little fragile human.. carrying the biggest brother in HoL??? How???

Can see why others love it now, however he worries still that he might hurt your back if he is held by you for too long, even then if you feel capable of doing so then tell him and make him feel comfier

"Are you sure i can stay like this MC? I dont wish to hurt you, you know im quite big.."

💜BELPHEGOR

Nothing like taking a nap while being carried by your favorite person in the three realms, he adores your strenght not only because of this, but because you can also help him stay standing whenever sleep tries to take over during important moments of the day

Also looks for any way to be carried by you, most likely for cuddles but it could also be for anything else

"Hey MC im feeling quite tired, could you maybe carry me during the remaining of the walk back home?"

🤎DIAVOLO

Congrats! You just saved the future king of the devildom from him tripping and almost hurting himself, your prize as compensation? A prince who's touch starved-ness is becoming more and more obvious by the second

Please carry him, hold him, love him! This boy is not only shocked your strong but he loves it entirely and needs to see it more in action, just adkshslsjdhd just carry him, even if he is heavy and you can only hold on for some seconds he will be more than grateful

"MC! There you are!" "Diavolo wait my arms arent free!-" *crashes*

💚BARBATOS

Didnt saw it coming and doesnt really know how to feel about it either, he likes that you are tough but that doesnt mean youre any less human

Still with these concerns, he apreciates you keeping his back safe and does like you carrying him, its comforting and manages to give him a breather, even for at least 3 seconds

"Aah its good to see you here MC, i was hoping you could give me a hand and help me reach something in the kitchen?" "I would use a spell of the ladder but it seems to be a safer option if you carry me instead"

💙SIMEON

Didnt knew humans coule be this strong, while he doesnt judge said strenght he does find concern in you getting hurt

He might not be as heavy as others, nor does he find a need to be making up excuses to have you carry him, but if there is one thing he has in common as his demon pals is that he too is touch starved

Have fun wondering if he'll admit to wanting to be carried or not, that angelic smile and those heavenly practices wont ever allow him to say what he really wants to say

🖤SOLOMON

Is surprised you can carry him but, as a human, he wishes tocarry you as well, depending on how heavy you can be he might succeed or he'll cheat with magic to succeed

Wont reject you proposing him to carry him but he doesnt wish to hurt your back either, still he enjoys it and he'll let you know

This ended up being more just carrying and not so much bridal style sooo....🙃

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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8bitscarlet · 3 years

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smut 9 and 47 with bottom! wanda please <3

(for some reason i cant see the requesting rules post so i apologize if this breaks any)

Thank you for the request! 💞 If you ever want to request anything again, my what I write for's are on my masterlist! No rules broken here!

500 Followers Prompts

-Word Count: 1.4k , bottom!Wanda x Reader (18+, Minors DNI!, explicit descriptions of sex, use of strap-on, fingering, swearing)

Prompt 9: "Can they fuck you like this? Make you cum like I can"

Prompt 47: “Lay down ass up, don’t think you’re getting away with that little stunt.”

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Trying to rub away the throbbing in your temples, you let out a quiet groan. The pounding music that fills the Compound is doing nothing to help your headache. You had told Wanda you had wanted to leave the party over an hour ago but she always found a way to stay just a little longer. Slowly spinning your drink against the bartop, your eyes glance over the dance floor filled with people packed together like sardines.

Wanda was whiny tonight. Begging you to go out on the dance floor, trying to get her pouting lips and puppy dog eyes to get you to break. Eventually, she gave up and dragged Carol out to the dance floor. Through the flashing lights and darkness, your eyes can still catch sight of one of the only redheads here.

What makes you nearly spit out your drink is who you’ve caught dancing with her. And it certainly isn’t the blonde she took from the bar.

It could be the alcohol coursing through your veins or the annoyance you’re feeling towards your headache, but you're out of the stool and across the dance floor without another thought. Pulling back the android’s shoulder, you give an irritated grin,

“Hey, that’s my girlfriend, asshole.”

Vision clenches his face, “She asked me to dance, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you snap at him and glance over to Wanda, “Upstairs, now.”

You catch the slightest upward tilt at the corner of Wanda’s painted lips but as she slips away, Vision steps in front of you.

“Buddy,” you chuckle, “you had your chance. Fuck off.”

Shoving past him and his yells, you grab Wanda’s arm and pull her with you towards the elevator with no protest. As the doors slide close in front of you, you let out a sigh of relief as the pounding music grows further and further away. Wanda’s hand reaches out to you, gently rubbing your arm but she says nothing.

As the elevator rings out the floor number, you stand there in silence. The sound of your foot tapping against the floor is the only sound around. Wanda steps in front of you, opening her mouth to say something, but you just stare at her. With a heavy swallow, she turns on her heels and starts to walk down the hall, listening to your steps behind her.

The bedroom light flicks on as you walk towards your dresser, quietly slipping out of your dress shoes and slowly rolling up your sleeves.

“Y/N?” Wanda breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

You let out a hum, listening to her grow closer to you as she drops her heels to the floor. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you back into her as her chin rests against your shoulder.

“What’re you thinking?”

Taking in a deep breath, you turn slowly to face her and stare into those dilated pupils. Her eyes watch as you wet your lips, resting your hands gently on your waist. Slowly, you take a step forward, your body bumping against a startled Wanda. She mirrors you, watching you shake your head with a dark chuckle. You watch as her skin flushes, nothing but blabbering coming from her lips.

“I’m thinking about how I’m going to rip that fucking dress off of you,” you growl, wrapping your hands around her waist as you throw her onto the bed.

Wanda lets out a squeal but as your lips slide up her thighs, its replaced with a soft sigh. The sound of tearing fabric mixes with her soft moans, as you clear the way up her thighs. As her fingers grip at your hair, you know this is exactly what she was hoping for all night. She knew even glancing towards Vision would drag you away from the bar and that she’d win an extra prize. The anticipation radiated off of her as she locked her ankles across your shoulders as you breathed out a chuckle when you realize she's wearing no panties.

You make her wait a moment longer. Her whine makes your heart beat hard against your chest, as you guide the rip higher up her body. As the fabric falls, it reveals the soft skin hidden beneath. You lick a long stripe from the valley of her breasts to her chin. Your hand grips her breasts tightly, massaging them with force. She moans, closing her eyes as you bite her lip roughly, you can smell her whiskey breath wash over your face as you press an aggressive kiss against her lips and feeling her moan into you.

“What do you want?” You growl into her ear, her nails digging sharply into your back as you start to suck against the soft spot on her neck, ensuring that tomorrow, Vision knows she's yours.

“You.” She rasps out as you move your lips along her collarbone.

“Really? Seemed like you wanted someone else tonight,” You say between kisses as you move your lips to her breast, your hands roaming down her body.

Squeezing her thigh with one hand, your other hand guides towards her core, two fingers sliding into her without warning. They slip in with ease, her folds already dripping wet having waited all day for this. First it was waiting for you to get back from your mission and then it was wanting your attention at the party.

“What do you want?” you snap, stopping your fingers from thrusting into her. All she could give were loud moans, that wasn’t the answer you wanted.

Gasping as her green eyes open and find you, her fingers run through your hair, “You. Shit, I want you!”

Pressing your fingers in all the way, the heel of your palm presses against her clit. Wanda’s hips roll against your hand as you watch her bite against her lip, trying to suppress her moans and failing incredibly.

“Correct answer, Ms. Maximoff.” you growl, guiding your tongue in small circles around her clit.

Keeping the touch light, you continue thrusting your fingers slowly, curling them just right as you beckon her to you. Nothing but moans and pants come from her lips, her nails clawing down your back and sending shivers through your body. Clenching her eyes shut, you can see the shaking of her thighs as you start to suck against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Leaving a trail of marks from her core up to her chest, you swirl your tongue around her nipple, switching between gentle bites and sucking. Your fingers are soaking as you slip out to a rub a few small circles around her clit before slipping back in. Wanda lets out a moan, her fingers gripping your hair tightly. You pop the breast from your mouth and press your lips against hers, too weak with pleasure to form against yours.

“Can’t believe you pulled that shit,” you whisper as you press kisses against her jawline, your fingers curling just right and pulling those unrelenting moans from her throat.

Wanda’s hand grips your arm tightly, her hips trying to keep their rhythm but she’s getting close. You can feel her walls clenching and unclenching against your fingers. With another lick against her core, Wanda lets out a mewling squeal as you curl your fingers, watching her thighs clench tightly.

“Can they fuck you like this?” Twirling your tongue around her clit, your hand pushes her thigh back as you anticipate Wanda wrapping her thighs around you to brace for the tidal wave about to hit.

And it hits.

Her moan catching in her throat as you glance up from between her legs. For a moment, the death grip her fingers have on you float away for just a moment as her green eyes roll behind her eyelids.

Thrusting your fingers with slow strokes as she rides out her high, you nip at the inside of her thighs, enjoying how she twitches at your touch, “Make you cum like I can?”

Wanda sighs, her fingers gripping at your shirt to pull you up to her lips. You free yourself with ease as you stand and turn away from her.

“You think I’m letting you get off on one?” You chuckle as you start to set up the harness around your waist.

Glancing over your shoulder, you clench your jaw, “Lay down ass up, don’t think you’re getting away with that little stunt.”

Climbing back onto the bed, you kneel behind Wanda exactly in the position you told her. You tease her with the tip of the toy, watching her body still shivering from her first orgasm. Leaning forward, you feel the heat inside of you as you hear her gasp as the toy slides into her. You press a kiss against her shoulder as her hands lay on top of yours, her fingers intertwining with yours.

“The party still has a few more hours,” you whisper, your hips thrusting slowly against Wanda as your name becomes a moaned mantra from her lips, “And I’m going to spend those hours making sure you don’t even remember that toaster’s name.”

#500 followers celebration #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda smut #prompt game

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raebayhc · 3 years

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Girls Night Out

warnings: implied virgin, fingering, lesbian implied, bi implied, public sex, smut, fluff, angst

word count: 2164

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

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It was a Thursday night and you along with the other ladies who went to the same college as you decided to go out and have a girls’ night. Yall planned on going to see a movie, going out for drinks, then finally retiring to Sasha’s barn where yall planned to stay up late telling spooky stories trying to freak one another out. Normally you wouldn’t agree to something like this because socially you were a lost cause, you had many friends and were very close to them. However, when it came to hanging out in large groups and even going out in public with the group, that’s when you started to get anxious. Your friends always had your back though and you knew that. Ultimately you decide not to fret too much and just have fun.

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It was the beginning of a very long night, you and pieck were roommates so yall got ready at the same time and left together to meet everyone else at the theatre. On the ride there pieck looked over to you and broke the silence- “if it becomes too much just let me know, I’m good to go home anytime.. Okay darling?” she patted your thigh and you nodded waiting for her warm hand to leave its place. It never did. She kept her hand on your thigh occasionally tapping to the beat of the music she turned on after yall briefly spoke. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you peered out the window. Nobody within the group of friends knew you swung that way you wouldn’t dare tell them fearing the absolute worst. You knew they would love you no matter what and you never thought they would say anything hurtful but you still kept your little secret to yourself.

Piecks hand remained on you the whole car ride to the theatre. When yall arrived you hopped out of the car with intent... That intent being getting away from under piecks touch as you know you wouldn’t be able to hide your heavy breath for much longer. You played it off as getting “all excited” about seeing the movie when you really just wanted to escape. You waited as pieck slowly gathered her items and met you outside the car, yall then proceeded to walk through the glass doors into the theatre where the rest of the girls were already waiting.

“Yo what took yall so long??” Sasha said while stuffing her face full of popcorn. “Yeah, we thought we were gonna miss the movie because of you two” Ymir followed, whilst rolling her eyes. You look around to check everyone out, Historia and Ymir were clinging together, as usual, Sasha and Mikasa playing “hot hands” in the corner. You laughed as Mikasa gagged after Sasha got butter all over her hands. Pieck walked off to go meet hitch at the counter to get some candy. You giggled to yourself and told the girls that the movie was going to start soon and yall should probably head to yalls seats.

Finally, in yalls seats waiting for the movie to begin, you were sat between Sasha and Mikasa. You were definitely closer to these two than you were anyone else. Yall had been a trio since fourth grade and nothing could ever split yall apart. Nothing. All of the ladies were quite touchy with each other, it was all platonic of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Sasha snatched your right hand and hugged your shoulder burying her nose in the crook on your neck as a monster popped out at the screen. “Why would you choose a horror movie when you can't handle them” you whispered to Sasha to which she replied “because I like the way it makes me feel y/n, I get all tingly and itchy” you rolled your eyes holding back a chuckle so you wouldn’t disturb the others during the quiet scene.

You felt a slight tug at your left hand as Mikasa habitually grabs your hand. She tends to do that when she has nothing to do with her hands, it “helps her stay focused” she has explained to you a million times. Between Sashas breath on your neck and Mikasa drawing circles on your hand with her index you couldn’t help but squirm. You go to whisper something about the movie to Mikasa when she goes to do the same, your faces come within an inch of each other, noses barely touching you feel her breath out her nose as it fans across your lips. Your face turns bright pink as you halt in surprise. “I wanted to point out that actor….. Since we’ve spoken about them before…” she spoke softly. You replied with a small “me too…”. Yall have yet to part until you are broken up by screams as the movie takes a turn and Sasha yanks your arm “AHHHHH Y/N HELP!!!!!” Sasha screams in a high-pitched tone. You turn breaking your eye contact with Mikasa “Sasha! Be quiet we arent the only ones here!” you jab at her as you apologetically smile at the others in the theatre. You momentarily forgot about the moment you and Mikasa had until she takes her hand and places it on the back of your neck. Thumb swiping up and down, she pulls you a bit closer to whisper “awfully close weren’t we…” she lets that sentence linger before playfully giggling and removing her hand from your nape.

The movie was finally over and you were one of the last to leave your seat, since you decided to pick up all the popcorn Sasha had dropped after one of the jumpscares, you stand up, lifting your arms towards the ceiling, stretching and letting out a soft moan. You felt hands slither from the small of your back to the front of your hips “wow y/n, you have a hot moan. Whoever sleeps with you must be lucky” Ymir says before shifting you to the side to make way for her and historia. “Ugh, Ymir how many times do I have to tell you it’s not ladylike to talk about such things so casually” “I know I know I’m sorry... But it had to be pointed out” Ymir shrugged “she does have a point y/n.. You have an attractive voice it makes sense your moans would be..” historia pitches in and she looks you up and down before continuing “h o t” she lingers on the t a bit before moving on. You could feel your arousal pooling. The ladies seem different tonight... Maybe it’s just you... Maybe it’s not... They walk out and you follow suit.

You decide to ride with hitch since yall haven’t spoken a lot tonight, you ask her about life and she goes on to rant about her boyfriend noting that he’s not good in bed and she hates his haircut, she finishes her rant off with “ugh maybe I should just switch to girls! You’d date me right y/n?” you pause for a moment then reply with a simple “who wouldn’t!” a simple sentence yet complex at the same time. She turns to you and examines your face “you know I think id be a top if I were with a girl… in fact, you’d make a perfect bottom for me..” her eyes linger a bit too long, your skin crawling whilst illuminated by the red light yall were stopped at. It flashes green and her eyes return to the road “of course if I was single and into girls hahaha” she plays it off.

Yall arrive at the bar shortly after Sasha and Mikasa who had taken the same car and followed by Ymir who carpooled with historia. Mikasa and Sahsa hand out everyone’s paper wristbands, Sasha stops in front of you takes your hand, and putting it on for you. She didn’t do it for anyone else… just you. You decided you were overthinking and you moved on, walking into the club you were bombarded with loud music busybodies and the smell of alcohol. You were stressed, so many people, so many noises, so many smells. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Pieck noticed your uneasiness and placed her hand on the small of your back, she led you to a dark hallway filled with heavy pheromones and kissing partners, past that was a bathroom to which she leads you, pushed you in, followed after you, and locked the door. “Wh-” pieck covered your mouth with a single finger, “I noticed your stress, we can leave if you need y/n” a look of sorrow on her face. “No I’m fine it was just a lot at once I’m sorry, I’m okay now” you push out with a soft smile. Her body moving closer to you she wraps an arm around you pulling you closer “baby… tell me if you need anything, mmkay?” she purrs into your neck giving it a soft peck. Your arousal beginning to pool again you squeeze your thighs.

She excuses herself letting you go and leaving the bathroom. Turning around to face the mirror you scold yourself for acting the way you are when your friends are just being nice, they’d probably feel so grossed out if they knew your cunt was getting all nice and soaked for them, you thought. “Maybe I just need to relieve some stress… yeah that's all it is… built-up stress…” you hiked up the mini skirt that you decided to wear today above your hips and you pulled your new pink lace panties to the side. Beginning to slide your fingers over your unclothed clit the door rattles “hey bear, pieck said you weren’t feeling well so I brought you a dri-” historias sentence is cut short when she looks up to see you sitting on the counter sprawled open like a book. “I’m so so-” you begin before she hurriedly shuts and locks the door behind her.

“I- i- can explain-” she cuts you off before you get a chance to explain “oh bear..” a slight purr in her voice “who knew you had such a perfect pussy?.. All this time you’ve been hiding it from me?” she pouts, you’ve never seen her act this way much less talk this way before. Shocked by her actions you freeze, she steps closer and peers up into your eyes, lifting a hand to show she has her pinky and index slightly bent, she speaks “..may I?” if this was any other night you would freak out, apologize, get dressed quickly and leave, but for some reason you cant. “Please do” a slight whininess in your voice. Taking her ring and middle finger she traces a line from your entrance to your clit making you twitch once she reaches the small bud. She chuckles a bit and continues, pushing her middle finger into you, slowly but surely, you lay your head back resting it on the mirror. A low groan leaves her throat as you tighten around her finger “y/n… can I ask you a question? Hmm?” “nghh yes” you manage to push out through cries and moans. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, bear? Nobody has ever touched this perfect little body. Nobody has ever stuck their fingers in you either, huh?” you nod trying to keep sane while her pace quickens, you squint your eyes shut forcing tears out and down the sides of your face. Your response influenced her as she moved faster prodding another finger at your entrance and pushing it in with her other. “Ahh fuck ‘ri’” RI was a name you’ve called her since yall first met, originally made because you couldn’t remember her full name but it kind of just stuck throughout the years. “I’m gonna- I think I’m g-” cut off by the feeling of her warm tongue prodding your clit, dangerously licking and lapping, boy did she know how to please, and that she did. “RI oh shit” you grab a fistful of her hair as your orgasm hits, continuing to finger fuck you and lightly lick your sensitive bud she helps you ride out your high. “..- first, right?” you couldn’t make out what she said through your hazy mindset “what RI?” she repeats “I was your first, right??” you nod with lazy eyes, she smiles a big smile then gives you a sloppy kiss, you groan into her lips.

She cleans you up then helps you off the counter. Now realizing what had just happened you panic pushing out a quick “oh my goodness ri I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to put you in that position” she chuckles “don’t worry bear there are plenty of other positions I plan to have you in” before you could really digest that she tugs at your wrist leading you out to the main hallway and back to your groups of friends. The night has only begun….

THE END Pt. 1

this is my first fanfic ever so I'm sorry if it's bad!! I will continue to improve trust me! also, this will be a multi-part series so stay updated!

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