#im gonna take a quick break to break and come back for the second half bc holy FUCK that was intense and im drained

[mrswint3rs]

“If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.”

pairings - dad’s boss krauser x fem! reader

summary- you end up on your knees for the stranger you allowed into your house while your father was away, not knowing he was your fathers boss.

content / warnings: unrealistically fast paced (cant help it), 99% smut, age gap (r! is in her 20’s, Krauser is in his 40’s), krauser is a major douche (at least in the beginning), quick bj, gagging, head shoving, mentions of power play, implied that reader is inexperienced, heavy d/s dynamics, mentions of sending nudes, lots of sneaking around & secret relationship, brief pussy tasting (??), use of sir, rough & unprotected sex, forced creampie, praise and degradation, random cut off because i was about to have another 2 week long meltdown and just want to be done !! (seriously sorry)

wc. 2.1k

a/n- title from rev 22:20 (don’t shoot the messenger version) by puscifer. sorry for taking forever!! my mental wellbeing has not been.. well. if this is shit, pretend its not :3 wanted to make it long but i feel like i shouldn’t have 😭 feedback PLZZZ… can’t tell if im getting better or worse atp.

The moment that front door swung open and you laid your eyes upon the man, everything in you changed. A gruff face greeted you, devoid of any readable emotion. He was honestly scary as shit at first. Had those cold eyes that looked like they’d seen everything. You just froze in the doorway staring, not bothering to be subtle with your ogling. He had a presence about him that demanded every ounce of your attention.

“Your dad home?” he eventually questions after the clearing of his throat. “Assuming you’re the brat he’s always braggin’ about.” Right. Your father. Of course he was here for your father.

The words you try to form almost die in your throat. “He’s uhm…at the store right now but you can come back later or something… Might be a while.” you stammer out. But the man simply brushes past you, welcoming himself to your home.

“No. I’ll wait here.”

He sinks into the couch, propping his shoes up on the table. Not a care in the world. Snatched up the remote and switched it off the channel you were watching prior to his visit.

Who the hell was this entitled motherfucker? And why was he so adamant on staying?

“No shoes in the house,” you reply meekly. He doesn’t budge. Just looks at you with that deadpan expression again as if you pissed him off greatly. Makes your stomach churn.

“Take em’ off for me then.”

Silence fills the room. The audacity of this asshole to reply to you like that. He looks down at you expectedly. The corner of his mouth twitching upward into a half-smirk. There was a certain smugness to him that angered you to your core. For some reason turned you on.

But you weren’t one to say no to people. Too afraid of angering them. Especially since you didn’t know his importance to your father. Maybe he got mixed up in some bad shit. This dude didn’t seem like the type to be buddy buddy with anyone, let alone your dad.

Hesitant, you kneel down, taking the time to unlace his boot. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that you didn’t even question.

He enjoys a little power play, especially with an obedient thing like you. He could easily get addicted to it. You had that cowering look that he so craved. That look made him want to break you.

Your hands shake, fumbling to untie the second knot. “Good girl.” He coos. Your cheeks burn hot with humiliation and something else entirely. Something that’s a little too appealing.

He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, you damn near hung on every syllable. His eyes are narrowed into slits, studying you with great interest. He takes in every little detail, watching your every move intently as if you were giving him a private show. The pressure of his gaze makes you forget what you’re doing. You knew you didn’t have to listen to him, but you were. And you’d do whatever he told you to.

Which is what led to the ache in your knees and jaw. Before that day, you’d never experienced one of those ‘it just happened’ scenarios. Sexual acts didn’t ‘just happen’. They were planned, thought out. Not true at all it seemed. You weren’t thinking at all, couldn’t even remember what led you to gagging up and down on this strangers cock. It just happened. First blowjob and it was for this random douche who barged into your house.

A hand grips the back of your head, guiding you, forcing you to take him deeper. “Use your tongue, doll. Like I told you.” he grunts, shoving you back down again. You try. Failing miserably to lick along his length. Your throat constricts around him and he doesn’t cut you any slack, using it as his personal flesh-light.

“Keep suckin’ i’m not through with you.” You’re a drooling, crying mess. Just what he adores. “Make me cum.” he loosens his grip, letting you finish up on your own. But the second you try to come up to catch your breath, he shoves you back down. “Not done til’ i’m done, understand?”

Attempting to nod your head, you resume bobbing up and down on his length. Trying to ignore the cramp in your neck. You wanted it to end quickly. Not because your father was expected to arrive home soon. But because you wanted the man to tell you that you did good for him.

Focusing more on the head of his cock, your hand grips and twists along the rest, using your spit as lube. You weren’t at all confident in your abilities, but it seemed to work magic on him.

Without warning, he releases his sticky white ropes of cum into your mouth, cock twitchy and red. “Swallow for me. Lemme see… open that pretty little mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, beefy fingers prying your lips apart to make sure you did as you were ordered. A look of satisfaction crosses his face and he lets you go. “Good girl. Now run along and get yourself cleaned up.”

Only then were you able to ground yourself. What a mess you were. Hair disheveled and face soaked in a combination of tears and drying slobber, a pool of need between your thighs.

He works to refasten his belt after pulling his pants back up. So casual like that didn’t happen. Like he does this all the time.

And you still didn’t even know his name. Didn’t know how he knew yours. Not until your dad got back from the store, multiple bags of groceries in hand. When he sees the man, he both lights up and dims down.

“Krauser… Hope my daughter was good company? Sorry for the wait.”

“Sure was,” he replies simply and a feeling of dread washes over you and you fight the urge to run and hole yourself up in your room as soon as possible.

Krauser. You’d heard that name before. Many times. That same name your father cursed when he got home from work every day. Krauser. Your father’s boss.

You told yourself that’d be the last time you’d see him. That what happened would never again be brought up and you’d forget it ever happened.

Safe to say it was only the start.

The first time was difficult. Your thumb hovered over that send button for at least twenty minutes before you finally just said fuck it and sent it. Had you burying your face into your pillow, heart racing like you were on the verge of a heart attack. Not like you sucked his dick just two weeks ago or anything. Somehow this was more nerve racking.

Quickly you learned, bra and panty pics earned you bulge pics. Tit pics earned you full dick pics. And moaning into the phone for him?

That earned a visit.

“Open your window for me.” he texts, and you hurry to do so. You pace around in circles, wondering if he’s just screwing around. Why would a grown ass man go through these hoops?

Seems he was as desperate for you as you were for him.

The second he climbs through, you open your mouth to speak and his hand clasps over it, burly arm pushing you against the wall. His eyes stare daggers into your widened ones as if trying to shrink you down in size.

“Quietly, and quickly, you’re gonna get on that bed and undress for me.” he removes his hand, backing off to undo his belt.

No time to spare it seems. As soon as your clothes are off, he’s on you. In an instant, your wrists are pinned above your head, thighs pulled apart revealing the pooling mess between them. His cock lays heavy against your stomach as he drinks you in, an almost crazed look etched onto his face.

He rubs his length through your folds, getting a feel of your warmth and he has to fight back his groans. He smacks it against your clit, watching as your face contorts. Looks real pretty to him, but he’d never grant you the privilege of hearing that.

The head of his cock probes at your entrance, teasing its way in and making you clench around nothing when it’s removed. “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin?” he cocks a brow.

“No..n-no, sir. I’m not.”

“Good. Don’t need to worry about going easy on ya’..”

Without warning, he fills you all the way, drawing out a whine from your lips. He starts to roll his hips, slowly at first, before picking up pace, skin slapping loudly against yours. You cry out, in pain or ecstasy? He can’t tell. Just knows it’s a danger to be this noisy and he wasn’t going to sacrifice his pleasure simply because you couldn’t take him. Again, his hand clasps over your mouth, muffling your sweet cries as he continues to roughly rut into you.

“Wanna get caught, hm?” he asks, shooting a warning glare down at you. You rapidly shake your head no, blinking back the tears that sting your eyes. “Then be a good girl, and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Hypocrite. He’s groaning and grunting up a storm, getting lost in the feeling of being inside you. You can tell by the way his face scrunches up all ugly that he’s already close. Every thrust, your headboard hits the wall. The wall separating your room from your father’s.

Krauser feels himself nearing his end, beginning to pull out. But you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him inside. He has no strength left, his warm, white ropes spurt into you, seemingly having no end. Your walls contract around him, completely milking him for all he has.

His breaths come out, hot and husky against your sweat glistening skin. And he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out.

“You on birth control?” he mumbles out, trying to bring himself back to reality. When you confirm, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief and is able to relax his heart rate a bit.

That is, until you both hear the sound of the floor creaking outside of your bedroom in the hallway.

He’s quick to pull his pants back up, and take his leave. But he stops a moment, leaning down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “I’ll text you. I’ll get us a reservation soon.” His lips press to the side of your cheek, lingering a second or two before he rushes out.

Less than 24 hours after, and you receive a phone call, informing you of where to meet him. You feel a but guilty, knowing he’s given your father more hours just so you can get away with this while he’s away at work. But this isn’t something you’d give up easily.

You beat him there, first to get the keys to the room reserved for two. It’s a pretty decent place, not the type you see in those movies where they’re having an affair. Krauser was head of a corporation, after all. Of course he was loaded.

The key twists along with the doorknob and you let yourself into the room. Spacious for only one bed. Almost the size of a studio apartment. Well, not quite that big. But still impressive.

You flop down on the bed, taking your shoes, socks and everything else off. You were ready this time. You lie naked on the bed, confident in waiting for him.

The knob twists again, and your confidence is instantly revoked, replaced with that nervous feeling once more. You shame yourself for it, but that’s what he liked about you anyway.

“I’m off for the rest of the day, sweetheart.” his hands work at unlooping the tie around his neck as he makes his way toward the bed in the middle of the room. He sees you waiting, and the blood immediately rushes down south. His pants start to feel a tad too tight. Suffocatingly tight.

Something about you simply made him weak. He couldn’t control himself, and nor could you. You could see the hunger in his eyes. The way he looked at you was like a starved wolf, about to trap its prey between its teeth.

“Waitin’ long?” he grins, removing the rest of his restraints. “I promise, I’ll make sure it’s worth all the trouble.”

His hands pry your legs apart, and his face lowers to your cunt. His nose nudges your clit, his tongue teasing your opening. “So wet already… been thinking about me?”

#jack krauser x reader #jack krauser smut #jack krauser #resident evil krauser #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil x reader #fem reader

[gunnerfc]

By Your Side | Cloé Lacasse x CAN!Reader

summary: tearing your ACL is never fun, but having your girlfriend by your side makes it feel less scary

warnings: none other than this being a little angsty?

WC: 1.2K

AN: I know nothing about ACL tears so apologies in advance if it's not 100% accurate! 

to the anon that requested this, im sorry this took forever but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

may make a part 2 where R comes back after recoverying!

You normally enjoyed attending camps with the national team since it meant being able to see your girlfriend. While Cloé played in England with Arsenal, you were playing in Los Angeles with Angel City. However, waking up this morning before the game against The United States, you felt a nervous feeling taking over your body. You thought it was simply because of the rivalry between the two teams but as it got closer to kick off, the nervousness continued to consume you. 

Sitting in the locker room next to Jessie, you tried to tune out the loudness of some of your teammates and instead focus on prepping for the game. You had made the starting eleven because of all the hard work you had put in during practice but that did nothing to lessen your uneasy feeling. 

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice that Jessie had gotten up and her seat now being occupied by Cloé. The blonde could see the worry written across your face and like you, assumed it was because of the rivalry. 

“You’re gonna do great, y/n/n,” the blonde spoke just loud enough for you to hear her over your teammates’ music. 

You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of her voice, turning to give her a small smile in appreciation for her words but you didn’t respond. You reached out a hand to hold onto hers and gave it a quick squeeze just as Bev alerted the subs they needed to head to the bench and for the starters to make their way to the tunnel. A quick speech was given but you were more focused on Cloé’s hand in yours. 

Cloé held on to your hand the entire walk to the tunnel, only letting go so you could find your spots in the line. As she let go, she gave you one last reassuring squeeze hoping to help your nerves. You were grateful for her trying to help, but it unfortunately didn’t. 

You did your best to focus on the walkout and anthems, hoping that once the ref blew the whistle, you would be ready to go. For the most part, that’s what happened. Once the game had started, you diverted your focus to the game rather than your nervous thoughts. 

The first half ended with both sides still at zero but that doesn’t mean it was uneventful. The rivalry was in full swing as both teams played a bit more aggressively than they would against a different opponent. A total of five yellow cards was handed out in the first forty-five, meaning a lot of players would have to be extra careful in the second half. 

The short break in between halves went by quicker than you would have liked but it meant less time to dwell on your feelings. As you walked out to the field, Cloé jogged past you, giving you a small shoulder bump and a smile as she passed. You sent her a quick smile before she turned away, heading to her position on the wing. 

The second half started just like the first ended, both teams playing a bit messy, fouling each other left and right. The scoreline remained at zero-zero with neither team getting a good opportunity to score, until the 75th minute. The US had gotten a shot on goal that Kailen blocked, sending it out for a corner kick for the States. 

You stood at the edge of the box, ready to get any ball that was cleared your way. You could feel the presence of one of the US players near you but you focused your attention on the ball. As the ball was kicked into the box, one of your teammates got a head to it first, sending it your way. The ball connected with your feet and as you turned to start your run down the field, you felt a harsh tackle that sent you to the ground. 

You felt a sharp pain in your knee, unable to move to get up. Tears instantly welled up in your eyes as you turned your head trying to hide your face from the large crowd that was now silent. All you could hear was the ref blowing her whistle, most likely to alert the medical staff that they were needed. You heard some shouts from your teammates but you couldn't make out what they were saying, too in pain to concentrate.

You felt two hands on your ribs and shoulder, knowing it was Cloé right away. You knew her touch so well that even in an insane amount of pain, you knew it was her. 

You weren’t paying attention to what she was saying, only making out “is it your leg” before the medical staff were by your side, asking the same questions.

All you could do was nod as they quickly started assessing your knee. Cloé hated seeing you in any kind of pain, but knowing that it could be the dreaded three-letter injury, she felt heartbroken for you. The blonde moved to wipe the tears off your face and some of the pieces of grass that had stuck to your forehead as the staff called for a stretcher. 

Your teammates who were now huddled around you gave the medical staff space as they lifted you onto the stretcher, some of them giving you a quick pat on your stomach as you were lifted up. Cloé gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before you got too far from her, watching as you gave a small thumbs-up to the Canadian supporters who traveled for the game. 

You spent the rest of the game in the locker room getting looked at by all the team doctors, They all came to the same conclusion, you had torn your ACL, but you should still go to the local hospital for it to be confirmed. You asked for them to let you be to process the diagnosis and they left you in the small medical room. You didn’t have much time to process anything before your girlfriend joined you.

“Did they say what it was,” the blonde asked as she entered the room. She knew it was your ACL but there was still a small part of her that hoped that maybe it wasn’t. 

“ACL tear,” was all you could get out without crying again. You knew how long and painful this injury could be and it was daunting. 

Cloé was quick to your side, holding your hands tightly in hers as she held back her own tears. 

“I’ll be by your side the whole time, y/n/n. You won’t have to do this alone,” the blonde spoke, her voice cracking more with each word. Hearing your girlfriend's words brought a small, sad smile to your face. 

“I know, I don't think I could do this without you,” you whispered as you gave her hands a tight squeeze.

Cloé leaned down to give you a quick kiss on your lips before giving you another forehead kiss. You knew this injury was going to be an uphill battle but with your girlfriend and teammates by your side, it would be a whole lot easier than doing it alone.

#woso x reader #awfc x reader #canwnt x reader #cloé lacasse x reader #cloé lacasse

[eddiesbigolepp]

goddamn man child

synopsis: your occasional hookup is so good that you think you’ve fallen for him, he didn’t know til he got you high.

pairing: eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, flirty characters, swearing, suggestive language and behavior, pining

word count: 1033

a/n: if u recognize some of these lyrics ily, they’re from norman f***ing rockwell by the queen herself, miss lana, also pt.2

“hello, earth to y/n?” eddie waves his hand in your face laughing. “whats gotten into you lately?” he questions, smile dropping slightly.

you, you want to say, you have gotten into me.

“nothing, just haven’t been feeling right.” you mutter, shifting away slightly. you didn’t mean to grow attached. but the more you came over after practice, the more you came over because you bored, the more you came over because you missed him.. the more attached you became.

his smile drops completely, concern washing over his face, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

that.

the way the pet name rolled off his lips to delicately. the way he could call you something so sentimental, so endearing, without any second thought.

“i’ve just been overworked at practice,” you bluff. its only half a lie, you truly never caught a break. “then i have so much homework to do, theres so many games this month and i barely get time to relax. when i do, im always stuck doing something for my mother. its an endless cycle.” you groan, bringing a hand over your eyes, rubbing them gently.

“aw, you poor thing, come here!” he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug. that was normal. the same way sitting in his bed in nothing but your underwear and his shirt was.

it was too normal.

you didn’t want it too be. you wanted more than a quick fuck and some late night conversation. you were over things ending before the sun came up. he had you hooked.

“eddie, stop!” you laugh and try prying his arms away. “you’re gonna squeeze me to death!” you whine as he pulls you close into his lap.

“what im saving you, restarting your heart or something,” he mumbles into your neck. he pulls you away and looks over to the black metal lunch box on his dresser.

“i might have a way for you to relax,” he smirks as your eyes follow his. in a second your eyes flash back to his face.

“you cannot be serious.” you state, raising your brows at him almost cautiously.

“what, are you scared?” he teases, lifting you off his lap and reaching over to grab the tin box.

“yes actually, never done…that before,” you explain quietly.

“its not gonna bite you, doll.” he reassures you, sitting on the bed and bringing his hand to your thigh to rub gently. “i’ll even teach you, i don’t offer that to just anyone i’ll have you know.” he chuckles.

you watch him open the box quickly, watching how his rings glisten in the dull light of his room. your eyes focused on how his hands moved quickly.

“i think smoking might help,” he starts, picking up a pre-rolled blunt from his lunchbox. “and who knows, might make you look hot.”

“oh yes, smoking solely to look cool.”

“i said hot, babe.” he grins closing the container and putting it back on his dresser. he stands, searching for his lighter all over the room. his jeans hanging low on his lips, button undone as he digs through his vest pocket.

“got it!” he beams walking back toward the bed. he sits beside you, back against the wall as he spreads his legs, getting comfortable. he lights the blunt quickly, and the two of you watch the paper burn before he brings it to his mouth.

“inhale, hold, exhale.” he explains, going to demonstrate, but he pauses. “you, take your time, don’t go rushing into this like you’re a professional.” he quips, finally placing the blunt between his lips and drawing in air and letting his head fall back against the wall.

he exhales, smoke going into the air before he looks over at you, in a daze. “here,” he holds the blunt to your face. “you try,”

you grab it from his hands with a sweet smile. you let out a shaky breath, and he brings his hand to your thigh again rubbing small circles into it.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want, baby.” he reassures you, the look on your face makes him change his mind quickly.

“no, no.. i’ve always wanted to try, why not try with support.” you try and comfort yourself.

“just take your time.” he mutters, watching you lift the blunt to your plush lips and inhale. it wasn’t as long as his, and nowhere near as experienced, but it was intense. the cough that followed made him crack a smile.

“that felt weird.” you smile, still coughing, smoke escaping from your nose. “can i try again?” you question, big doll like eyes boring into his.

“someones eager,” he smiles, picking on you playfully. he ultimately nods and you pull the blunt to your mouth again.

you take a longer drag, holding it in your mouth, turning to him. you blow it into his face, giggling as the smoke dusts his cheeks.

he rolls his eyes, snatching the blunt from you with a laugh. “cocky now are we, princess?” he says, blowing the smoke from his drag into your face.

you two stay like that for a while. trading the blunt between your fingers as it dwindles down into ash. you move from your seat against the wall, shifting down to lay your head on his lap instead.

his hand comes down to play with your hair as you talk nonsense. something along the lines of floating on cloud nine.

“maybe next time you come over we could do this before i fuck your brains out.” eddie laughs and watches your face darken.

“you only think of one thing don’t you.” you retort, looking up at him. his eyes weren’t red but they were hazy, dropping as he looked down at you.

“i can’t resist that sweet face of yours, doll.” he smirks, pushing the hair out of your face.

“you know,” you start, rolling to your side, cheek pressed against his jean clad thigh as you admire his face. “i don’t think we need it.” you mumble.

“is that so?” he questions, bringing the hand on your head to down to your exposed cheek. “enlighten me, sweetheart.”

“you fucked me so good that i almost said i love you,”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #perv!eddie #st #eddie munson st4 #st4 eddie #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things 4 #st4

[archangeldyke-all]

Rawrrrr I need more of Sevika and house mom reader!!! I need to see their dateeee omg I need to see Sev turn into like house step mom or somethinggggg

Im gnawing at the bar of my enclosure on my knees begging for more of these two.

Also cowboy!sev/reader- sev giving cait her blessing for vi <333

Uhhh dk if this is cool with 222daniela or nah but black vamp reader/sev- idk but i feel like sev would have a corny bucket list of things to do before reader turns her so something with that ig

love love love ya, kisses if you want em, and should i drop the official babyfather teaser? we're about 3/4ths done with that bad boy lemme know

marssss!!!! a million kisses back (and keep an eye out! i'll definitely be adding the bucket list idea to the next vampire/sevika request i have in my inbox tonight!!) but yes. lets do more club mom reader!!

men and minors dni

cherry's sitting on your couch, eating your food, laughing at you as you emerge from your room with a lingerie set she insisted you put on.

you sigh. "i look ridiculous." you huff. she snorts.

"you look like you just learned what sex is." she says, shoving more chips in her mouth. you groan.

"why are you even here? just gonna insult me?" you ask. she giggles then stands from her perch, approaching you.

"i'm here to help you get ready for your hot date. i know the sexiest thing you own are those granny panties-- you need some serious help." she says as she approaches you. you groan.

"i have sexy shit!" cherry raises an eyebrow at you, and you huff. "okay, fine." you mumble, waving her toward you. she laughs, and starts adjusting the lacy black two piece set on your body.

she tightens the straps, then adjusts your tits until they're sitting higher up on your chest. she pushes your shoulders back, turns you around, gives your exposed ass a quick smack, and then laughs when you jump.

"you actually don't look half bad, mom." she says. she walks past you toward your bedroom, laughing at the outfit you have laid out on your bed. "this is what you're wearing?"

"what's wrong with it?" you ask, walking in beside her. she laughs.

"blue jeans and a sweater? what-- she's taking you to the library or something?"

you groan. "fuck off! what am i supposed to wear?"

"i dunno mom, something that shows off those tits of yours! or your ass. or that slutty waist you got." she says as she throws open your closet door, rifling through your clothes.

"i don't remember asking you over." you say as you sit on your bed. cherry looks over her shoulder at you.

"you didn't have to. you help me get sexy all the time, now it's time for me to help you." she says. you chuckle and roll your eyes. cherry gasps, pulling a red dress out of your closet. "where the hell did this come from?" she asks. you shrug.

"remember when kelli got married?" you ask. cherry groans and nods. "i was a bridesmaid." you say. she laughs.

"god-- they were married for what, like three weeks?"

"two weeks and a day." you correct her. "it was a great fucking wedding though." you say. cherry snorts.

"i don't remember any of it i was so fucking drunk." she says as she throws the dress at you. "try it on." she demands.

you stand and slip the dress on, turning to have cherry zip up the back. she whistles when she's done, eyeing you up and down as she licks her lips.

"sevika's gonna love it." she says. you sigh.

"sevika's gonna be sorely disappointed if we go on a second date and i show up in my usual get up."

"i'll lend you a couple of slutty shirts." cherry says. you laugh.

"no thanks. we have very different measures of slutty." you tease your friend. she groans.

"you're such a prude. where are your shoes?" she asks. you laugh again and lead cherry to your living room, where your shoes are piled up by your front door. cherry frowns down at the pile, sighing, before she picks up a plain pair of black sneakers. "these will have to do. it's too bad we're different shoe sizes." she sighs.

"what, so i could break my fucking leg on some of those pleasers of yours? that'd be great for a first date, don't you think? making her chaperone me to the hospital?"

"if you're lucky-- you won't be walking at all." she says, smirking. "your feet'll be in the air all night." she teases. you laugh.

"a girl can dream, i guess." you say. cherry snorts.

"oh please, sevika's obsessed with you. i'd be surprised if you guys make it past appetizers before she's dragging you back to her place." she says. you roll your eyes.

"right." you say sarcastically. cherry scoffs.

"i'm serious! you know she came in today looking for you? you shoulda seen how fuckin' bummed she looked when i told her you had the day off."

you smile, something fluttering in your stomach.

"and i couldn't even talk her into staying for a dance, mom. i think she's really crushing on you."

you laugh and nudge your friend.

"okay, okay, get outta here, i gotta get ready." you say.

"what, you won't let me help you with your makeup?" she asks. you shake your head no.

"i do all of you guys' makeup in the club-- how hard can it be to do it on my own face?" you ask.

"whatever you say, mom." cherry says, wrapping you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "good luck tonight." she says. you hug her back.

"thanks cher-bear." you say. she giggles then pulls away, pulling your front door open and waving over her shoulder.

"see you tomorrow!" she calls over her shoulder. you wave to her.

"be safe walkin' home." you call. she nods.

"yeah, yeah. love ya mom!"

an hour later, and there's a knock at your door.

you almost trip over your feet and faceplant in your rush to get to the door.

when you swing it open, you almost die.

sevika looks so fucking good. she's wearing a black button up, only the top few buttons are undone, giving you a lovely view of her cleavage. she's got on dress slacks and fancy shiny shoes, and her hair's slicked back off her face, tucked behind her ears. she's gawking at you, clearly just as impressed by your appearance as you are by hers.

"fuck." you say in greeting. sevika closes her mouth, then smiles.

"yeah. you look so fucking good." she mumbles. you grin, and step out of your apartment, taking sevika's hand in yours. she smirks, then swoops in to press a kiss to your cheek. you gulp.

"hey." you say when she pulls away. she smiles.

"hi hotstuff." she says. you laugh.

"don't get used to it. cherry dressed me today." you mutter as sevika starts walking you to the street. she snorts.

"yeah? ran dressed me." she says. you grin.

"well they did a great fucking job." you say. sevika stumbles a bit at the compliment and you laugh. "shy, sev?" you ask. she rolls her eyes.

"f-fuck off." she mutters. you burst into laughter.

"oh c'mon! i thought you were supposed to be all sexy and suave-- all the girls keep telling me about how cool you are."

"i am!" she insists. you raise an eyebrow at her and she groans. "you just make me nervous." she mumbles. you snort.

"i make you nervous?"

"yes!" she exclaims. "i don't-- i don't think you understand." she says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to turn to face you. you blink at her. "you kinda knocked me on my ass last night." she admits. "like-- forget it." she mumbles.

you tug on her hand. "tell me." you say. she shakes her head no, starting to walk again, and you tug her again. "i'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours." you offer. sevika blinks, then sighs.

"i dunno. you ever seen one of those films they make in piltover?" she asks. you nod. "and how-- how when there's a romance scene and the guy meets the girl it's like-- like the screen goes all blurry everywhere except where she is? and the background noise goes away and corny music starts playing?" she asks. you nod again. "it... it kinda felt like that first time i saw you." she says, shrugging. you blink again. "i-i... i've never done this before." she says.

"done what?"

"dating. flirting." she says. you smile.

"oh. well you're doing a pretty good job of it." you say. she snorts.

"am i? i feel like a fuckin' idiot."

"you're not, you're cute." you say. sevika smiles.

"i'm cute?" she asks. you nod.

"very." you say. sevika grins, then tugs on your hand. "what?" you ask.

"you gotta tell me yours." she says. you laugh.

"oh. mine's no where near as sweet as yours." you admit. she raises an eyebrow at you.

"no?" she asks. you shake your head no and sevika grins. "well?" she asks.

"it's more of a show don't tell secret." you say, winking at her. sevika grins.

the place she takes you to is pretty classy. she orders drinks and appetizers to share, and the two of you chat a bit as you look over the menu.

you look up at some point to reach for your drink, and find sevika admiring you from the other side of the table. when she's caught, she doesn't even seem to care, just grinning at you.

"okay, so tell me about this near death experience." you request. sevika laughs.

"silco's got this kid." she starts. you nod. "she's into explosives and stuff. blew up this building we were all in-- killed like five or six people." she mumbles. you frown. "lost my arm." she says, gesturing to her mech-arm. "and... i dunno. it just got me thinking, i guess. what i'm doing with my life-- the stupid shit i'm wasting all my time and money on. where i always thought i'd be when i was a kid versus where i actually am."

"where'd you think you'd be?" you ask. sevika snorts.

"when i was really young, i thought i'd be one of those show wrestlers-- you know the ones that get all dressed up and sell out arenas. but then i found out those fights were staged-- it took all the magic outta it." she says. you giggle. "but, i dunno. i... i always saw myself, like, doing shit. reading a hundred books a year, learning new languages, learning how to cook. i never did any of that shit. so now... i'm trying, y'know?" she asks. you nod. sevika smiles at you. "you were not in the plan, by the way." she says. you smile.

"didn't see yourself meeting anyone?"

"i saw myself meeting a lot of someones." she says simply. you laugh. "i... i didn't ever expect to meet someone who i'd like though." she says.

"we've known each other less than twenty four hours."

"yeah." she says. "i just can't shake the feeling that i'll know you for a long time to come, though."

you take a hefty sip of your drink. this is like the third time sevika's said something disarmingly romantic and sweet, and she doesn't even seem to register the fact that she's being so romantic and sweet. you reach over the table to take her hand, and shake your head at yourself.

"what?" sevika asks.

"you're not playing me?" you ask, just to be sure. sevika's eyes go wide.

"no!" she says. she opens her mouth to say more but you stop her by squeezing your hand.

"i-- you can say no. it's your first date and everything, i don't wanna fuck it up for you. but... do you maybe wanna just call it a night and come back to my place? find out what my secret is?" you ask.

sevika grins.

"really?" she asks. you giggle and nod, and sevika gets out of her chair so fast it clatters to the floor beneath her. you laugh. "let's get the fuck outta here, babe." she says, throwing some cash onto the table and tugging you out of your chair.

you get to your apartment twice as fast as you got to the resturant, sevika urgently tugging you behind her the entire way.

before you can reach for your keys, she's pinning you to your front door, pressing herself against you, and shoving her tongue down your throat. you moan against her, reaching up to sink your fingers in her hair and tugging, relishing in the shiver that travels down her spine.

"oh fuck, i like you so fucking much." she mumbles against your neck as she begins trailing kisses down it. you take a shaky breath.

"i-i like you too, sev." you say. she grunts, shoving her thigh between your legs, and you moan, hitching your thigh up over her hips. she whimpers.

"c-can i touch you?"

"yes please." you mumble. she grins against your neck, her hand slowly trailing up your leg until it reaches the hem of your dress, and then ducking beneath it, traveling farther and farther up.

you can feel the moment she feels your lingerie, her whole body goes stiff and she sucks in a sharp breath against your neck. you giggle.

"it-- i-- it's not mine. cherry lent it to me, so don't go expecting thongs and lace all the time." you say. sevika groans.

"you better find your keys before i fuck you right through this door." she says. you take a shaky breath and start fumbling through your bag in search of your keys.

you pull them out with a gasp of victory, turning in sevika's arms as she starts grinding against your ass to fumble with the locks until your door swings open.

"i'll give you the tour later." you joke. sevika chuckles against the back of your neck as you both spill into your apartment.

you scream. sevika jumps behind you.

"cherry what the fuck?!" you yell. cherry snaps awake from where she was sprawled across your couch, a bag of chips on her chest, a record playing in the background. she curses.

"oh fuck, mom." she says, rubbing her eyes. "i am so sorry." she says, giggling as she takes in you and sevika's rumpled appearances.

"what are you doing here!?" you ask. cherry giggles.

"about an hour ago i realized that two of you might come back to your place-- and it's a fuckin' mess! you got dishes in your sink and laundry all over the place-- you didn't even make your bed!"

"s-so?" you ask.

"so i came back and used the spare key you gave me to clean up a bit for you two!" she says. "but-- i guess i fell asleep somewhere between folding the laundry and lighting some candles to set the mood."

you groan. "so your plan was to light candles in my place and then leave them unattended? for possibly the entire night?" you ask. cherry cringes.

"see when you say it like that--"

"oh my god, get the fuck out!" you cry.

cherry holds her hands up in a placating gesture, shoving her shoes on and stumbling past you and sevika.

"you two have fun! be safe! if you hurt her, i'll figure out where you live." she threatens sevika as she walks past. you groan again. "love you mom, see you at work tomorrow!" she calls over her shoulder before she slams the apartment door shut behind her.

you sigh, then turn around to look at sevika. she's grinning.

"i'm sorry." you say. sevika snorts.

"it's cool." she says. you groan.

"it's horrible!"

"you're a single mom of like thirty girls-- i get it." she says, slinging her arms around your waist. you chuckle, your head falling forward to rest on her chest. "guess you're a bit of a package deal, huh?" she asks.

"i guess so." you say. she chuckles.

"that's cool. i can work with that. just no actual kids, okay?" she says. you laugh and lean up to kiss her. she hums against you.

"no kids. sounds good." you say against her lips. sevika smirks down at you.

"that... i mean. 'no kids' doesn't necessarily mean we can't try to make a few." she says, raising her eyebrow at you. you grin.

"yeah?" you ask. sevika grins and nods at you.

"show me your bedroom. i hear the bed's freshly made and everything." she says.

you laugh, wrapping your hand around sevika's, and dragging her toward your bedroom.

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[notsofunsenpai]

This is part 3 ,but it works out as a oneshot as well so no one misses out on what happens!:D

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Alastor was woken up by soft sniffles along being gently shooked awake by little hands,if he was in a deep sleep he wouldn't have felt it,he opens one eye to see his daughter crying,"What is it honey?" He asked groggily,trying to wake up some.

"Bad dweamm dada.." she sobs as Alastor is now fully up,he take her in his arms, holding her close along with rubbing her back,"It's okay,you're safe, darling.." he said, hugging her,glancing at the time that read five in the morning. "You can stay in here for a bit." He said,wanting to lay back down. Charlie happily babbles,nuzzling against her father, who lays back down with her,putting the blanket over them. Alastor closes his eyes for what feels like a few seconds,ending up falling back to sleep. Charlie, who was still awake, moved off of her father,going to her mwama, who was dead asleep. She stares at him and then playfully smacks the blonde in the face,earning small groans from him. She giggles as she then pokes his chubby cheeks repeatedly before jumping on him,hearing an oof sound from him along with some movements from under the covers for him to look at her.

"Good morning, Charlotte..." he says half awake.

"Charlie!" The young blonde said, puffing out her cheeks as she playfully jumps on Luficer again.

"Okay.. im up..." he raspyly said, sitting up,hugging his daughter.

"It's so early.." he said, looking at the clock,"Why are you up?" He asked,thinkin that her sleeping schedule is gonna be fucked.

"Monsters!" She says.

"I thought i spray them away."

"Bathroom."

"I didn't spray there.. I'll do it later on." He said,truth be told there was no monsters he knows no one dares try to break into their home if they have a death wish, so to ease her worries he always spray some air freshner to make it seem like he scare the scary monsters away.

"Come on kiddo- wait did you wake your dad up?" Lucifer asked,hopefully he could hand Charlie over to his partner so he could sleep.

"Wake me up and you're a dead man love." Alastor says suddenly.

"Damn." Lucifer pouts,"Let me make breakfast for you and Char Char then.." he said,leaning over to the night stand to get his white robe and tying it around his scarred body,he was already wearing duck pajamas bottoms. He still havent gotten his other pjs out of the dryer yet so this will do,he picks his daughter up,"Do you want anything love?" He asked his partner.

"Peace and quiet. "

"Starve."

"You're always a terrible cook." Alastor replied back.

"Hey!.. so mean." He then gets up with Charlie in his arms,leaving the room he goes to the kitchen along with turning on the living room and kitchen lights so he doesnt trip over things again. He sits Charlie in her high chair,he goes into the fridge to get her some juice,"I'm making oatmeal this morning." He said, handing her sippy cup filled with apple juice. Charlie immediately starts drinking her juice,it's her favorite..or was it orange juice? She didnt know,they were both tasty to her.

Lucifer started making oatmeal the ones that you can just add water then microwave under 3 minutes,once it's done he tasted it to make sure it wasnt to hot for Charlie.

"Hey!!"

"I was just checking the temperature, I wasn't gonna eat it." Lucifer defended himself,setting the bowl in front of her as he happily puts her hands in the bowl and eating.

"You have a spoon for a reason.." he said as he watches her make a mess with the oatmeal.

Lucifer goes into one of the cabinets to get another bowl out and pour himself some cereal,he took the spoon Charlie was supposed to use for himself,and sat down next to her as he eats his dry cereal,realizing at the last second they need milk and two that he eating dry cereal..

He ate it like a champ,not minding it. He thought the spoon was an overkill when he could just use his hands.

Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

He was quick to finish his cereal, and he got up and put it into the sink as he got himself a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it.

Charlie was now playing with the small amount of food she had,Lucifer decided she was done and took the bowl from her as he finished off the rest by using his hand,eating the remaining oatmeal. He then puts her bowl in the sink along with washing his hands,"Come on, charlie, let's get you ready since you are fully awake." He said taking her out of the high chair,as she holds onto him,getting oatmeal onto his robe. He takes her to the bathroom where he helped her brush her teeth along with washing her up some,brushing her unkept hair along with dressing her up. She was wearing a red deer onesie with the feet being little black paws and on the backside a small red deer tail with white underneath can be seen. "Im papa!!" She beams,practically jumping up and down.

"Yes you are sweetly." He smiles,it was a habit for Alastor and Lucifer to dress Charlie up as their loved one,for an example when Charlie was first born Lucifer had put a deer beanie onto her along with a red onsies as she sleeps. He did it at first because laundry wasn't done at the time but ending up liking the idea and thought it would be cute,another reason is that he didn't want his girl to end up forgetting about them or hating them for some reason.

Alastor thought it was cute and funny so he kinda just went along with it,not really questioning Lucifer.

"Imma let you play for a bit,then after play time we gotta go to the store for some stuff."

"Oki!!" Charlie said practically running out the door.

"I hope she doesnt make a mess." He said smiling softly,as he quickly brushes his teeth along with brushing his hair,whicing ended up more poofyier than normal because he didn't want to wet or do anything with it.

He passed Charlie's room to see her talking on her toy landline,he smiles at her before going to his shared room to get dressed.

He opens the closet,going through it just picking out something to wear which he picks out blue jeans and a white shirt. "Do you need anything from the store love?" He asked,taking the robe off,showing off his scars once more before putting the shirt on. The scars were old,the ones that were on his upper arms that the shirt hid were when he went through depression. He doesn't like to talk much about it because it'll make him cry and he wants to be strong for his family.

"Get me the ingredients for jambalaya,we're having that for dinner tonight, please. I've been craving it but haven't gotten around to it." Alastor said awake,he knows he won't go back to sleep.

"Okay." Lucifer then goes over to him and kisses him," Always So beautiful when you wake up,i love you."

Alastor who felt like a zombie lets his lover kiss him. He's usually a morning person, but lately, he's been sleeping later than usual. He feels fingers run through his messy red hair, then the feeling of his ears being scratched,he leans into the touch,smiling softly.

No matter how many times Lucifer touches Alastor's ears, he always loved how soft they were. "I'll be an hour,think you can survive without me ?"

"Definitely. " The other remarks.

"Supposed to say no -"

Alastor laughs,making the blonde puff out his cheeks,"Fine, see if i care." He said, leaving the room.

Alastor counting backward from three ,"three..two..one"

Lucifer pokes his head out from the other side of the door,"Do you really mean that?" He asked,giving him his puppy dog eyes.

Alastor softly sighed,"No, i don't mean that,I'll miss you."

"Okay, good. You better." He said before going back to Charlie.

The radio demon smiles,"That's my idiot. " he softly says to no one but himself.

Lucifer gets Charlie, who reluctantly stopped playing to go to the store. She loves adventure and helping out as much as she can. He puts her in her red car seat,making sure she's buckled up, then gets inside of the red Kia Forte, then drives to the store. Charlie had her own little steering wheel. That way, she could drive along with her mama, too.

"Vroommm!" Charlie says,hitting her little horn while turning the wheel constantly,"Wook, I'm drivin!!"

"I'm very proud of you,you're an amazing driver, hon." Luficer smiles at his daughter through the mirror's view as they soon arrive at the store.

#hello tumblr #no proofreading we die like men #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #appleradio #radioapple #soft alastor #soft lucifer #little charlie #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #my writting

[hungharrington]

i would uh.. like to put my own little menace!steve in bed thoughts out here.. they will make ZERO sense and will be all jumbly n gross but it’s like midnight n i have to be up at 6am so BE KIND <3

as someone who is 100% very shy/extra nervous at first, no noise, trying to mask facial expressions and hide parts of my body. this type of reader especially?? oh ho ho

menace!steve doubles as sorta loving!perv!steve. he can and will fantasise abt cumming on ur tummy and move his way up the best he can - still cumming - until he shoots some onto ur boobs as well. on his come down, all out of breath and smiling with his eyes closed, he can’t wait to open em and see ur blushy, shocked little face, and ropes across ur chest, across ur tummy, maybe he even dribbled some across ur pussy cus he didn’t time it right and shot a bit early (no complaints)

menace!steve who is all slow thrusting with his entire body, borderline begging u to take the big shirt off, he wants to see you all bare so bad.. he’s naked and skin on skin would feel so much better for u baby! steve who, when little noises do embarrassingly slip out, he lights up, copies em; he’ll nudge ur nose with his as ur eyes try and screw shut from embarrassment, his own eyebrows knit up in mocking and his pout mirroring the one he saw, all oh did that feel good sweetheart? oh, it felt so good right there, huh? look at me, look at me.. look at me, or im gonna make u cum.. right now.. so close to me, make u cum with my face so close to urs huh? with his hand trailing down towards ur clit threateningly (because the only thing more embarrassing than making noises like what u just made, would be cumming so quick and hard and probably very noticeably lmaoo)

menace!steve who notices that u like him beefy and hairy. imagine him laying in bed while ur getting ready, and he’s shirtless???? with the covers bunched over his hips, n he just busts out some little quip about how he’s been dreaming about u cumming on his chest so bad. wants to make u ride it, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to have ur pussy that close to his mouth without tugging u up onto his tongue. ur stood there with ur hair tie half done, frozen, bc he looks so nonchalant saying that with his huge biceps crossed over his chest.

menace Steve who wants to simultaneously cum inside u, suck it out, sloppily spit it down ur tits and into ur mouth and makeout, JUST AS MUCH as he’d want to cum inside and then not move. breeding kink menace Steve’s brain goes wee-woo-wee-woo empty when he sees u eyeing his cock when it leaks pre-cum. the man just cannot have his dick in ur mouth, he’s so serious he wants to make every drop count, but he also makes u want it so bad that whenever he gets the vibe that u just need it/need him, u come back into whatever room ur in to see him stripping. he’s so fucking coy abt it too, just shrugs and waves his hands for a second like duhh?? get with the program..

LMAOOO out of left field, but menace!steve who maybe does smthn mundane, like ur pipe breaks (i am NOT a plumber I don’t know what im talking abt), but while he’s down there, laid with his head in the cabinet tinkering around, he tries to role play a ‘oh no my pipes burst and oh? hunky plumber man came to fix it!’ porno scenario. but he doesn’t tell u. just works himself up and lets himself get so noticeably hard that ur like.. are u alright stevie?? n he just has to tell u to pls for the love of god ride him like he’s just some maintenance guy n ur just a hot babe who needs some good dick. take it from him - he’ll keep working (n if it’s a reader who like previously mentioned, isn’t at that point yet.. yea icl I’d do it. don’t judge me but if he’s all sighing and giving up like honey PLEASE take my dick out.. yeah 🫶)

menace!stevie who at every inconvenience, when his little princess is huffing and puffing abt something, rolls his eyes, tugs her under him like god okay babe, i hear you, u need eating out okayy i get it, need to let me kiss u down there for a bit as if he wasn’t the only one out of the two of u thinking that, but boy menace!steve?? can make an excuse out of ANYTHING. oh they gave u crinkle cut fries instead of french? his eyebrows raise as he sighs all dramatic, fully prepared to try n finger u in the diner booth. the dress ur trying on in the changing room doesn’t fit like u wish it would? he’s clicking his tongue, caressing ur hair back just to bend u over infront of the mirror, raring to go and dry hump. the reason??? he’s is. a menace. and kinda bitchy. but it fits.

(also, when ur making out and straddling him, he’d definitely break away, massive grin, just to tease u abt how he can feel that, yknow?? FEEL WHAT??? yknow.. ur heartbeat, baby? the grin is still there, head tilted down to look at u through his lashes. manhandles ur hips harder into his lap and u finally get what he means)

I WAS ALREADY SAVIN UR OTHER ASK TO COME BACK TO BUT HOLY FUCK I CANT ADD ANYTHING TO TOP ANY OF THIS

i’m also a no noise & quiet, ‘can i keep my shirt’ on babe and this felt like a direct ATTACK. steve trying to make his plumber porn fantasy to come true is peak steve 😭 and i would fucking indeed. get his dick out and ride it while he fixed my pipes :)

#BLESS UR BRAIN #AND THANK U FOR SHARING W THE CLASS #can i put this as a fic rec? none of this is mine but BOY do i recommend it #CJCNJFSKJSHWYAISJFJD #you know? #AHHHHHHHHHH #jay answers #anon #fic rec #i might make a menace!bf steve tag #keep em all in one place #menace!bf steve

[nekombers]

Hello! I saw that requests were open so.. could you do y/n not saying ‘I love you’ back to ; Ace, Deuce, Vil, Malleus, and Kalim? ( so random fr ) and what their thoughts would be throughout the whole day.

not saying "i love you" back to them!

ft! ace, deuce, vil, malleus and kalim!

gender neutral reader !!

" I love you. " giving you a quick kiss on the lips, he waited a couple of seconds waiting to receive the words back, but instead —

ace trappola

" bye! " you said, but before ace could say anything. you had already left and were out of sight.

he stood there for a couple of moments just frozen, staring off onto the direction you had went. and with that still same shock reaction, he went to his first class of the day.

ace would probably not be himself throughout the day. still having the same shock expression people would just give him stares as he dragged himself through the hallways.

" what’s wrong with him " grim said eyeing ace up and down carefully, examining him. even to them, they knew something was up with the boy.

" he’s fine. y/n just didn’t say ‘i love you’ back this morning.. he just isn’t doing anything cause he’s shocked from what happened still."

" haha! if that’s all it takes to make him go into that state of shock, then don’t mind if I ask y/n to do it again! he probably won’t realize if i take his other half of his sandwich.." grim said, rubbing his paws together in excitement, as he leaned forward to grab the extra piece of sandwich in ace’s plate.

at the end of the day you did end up going to heartslabyul to apologize to ace but as stubborn as he is. he probably would ask you to give him kisses right then and there as your ‘real apology’.

he WILL get back at you though. definitely not letting his own partner get a point ahead in this game you started..

deuce spade

" mhm! " and off you went leaving the poor boy standing there speechless. he stood there during nothing for a couple of minutes before finally moving.

deuce would probably just overthink what happened throughout the entire day.

ace and grim would not hear the end of it that entire day. 'w-what if y/n dumps me!?' and that with many other thoughts that come up right in that moment.

" y-y/n! please don’t break up with me! im sorry i didn’t hold your hand yesterday.. o-or that I brought you the wrong sandwich yesterday for lunch.."

deuce was more or less close to crying as he clutched on to your leg as he was on his knees trying his best not to let go of you.

your eyes widened at the scene which was taking place in the middle of the hallway. this sure is gaining attention from the students walking by.

after finally explaining to deuce that it was just a small joke you decided to do to get back on him for. he calmed down a bit.

definitely is not happy with how that day went. asked of you to never do that to him again.

you treated him to some food as an apology but that pretty much did it to him as much he said he wasn’t gonna forgive you. ( he did )

vil shoenheit

" see ya! " leaving vil right outside his classroom, he stood there just watching you leave as if you did not just ignore his affection.

insisting to rook that it does not bother him and that maybe you were in a hurry. he definitely was worrying. but as they say, worrying brings wrinkles.. or does it?

as the day goes by vil just can’t help but tap his pen in attempt to hide his feelings.

nothing can stay hidden from rook, but he takes up upon him to just let you handle this. besides, isn’t ones true love suppose to comfort the other?

by the time lunch time approached vil was ready to go look for you but first decided to stop by the restroom to check on the back of his hair.

it wasn’t long before a scream was heard from the bathroom. and yes, it was vil. from much worrying rather than wrinkles he had a big pimple in the middle of his forehead.

without thinking about it he went straight back to his dorm and locked himself in there. by the time you got there it was most likely after classes were over. you and vil usually meet when classes were over but you definitely found it strange when he wasn’t there early as always.

after managing to get in, you apologize to vil as he just stayed faced the other side of his bed.

finally making him turn around you were pretty shock at the scene before you. and from then on you just promised to vil that you won’t ever do that to him again. or else next time you might just have to stay with him until the pimple disappears.

malleus draconia

all hell breaks loose when you don’t reply to malleus' words of ‘affection’. if you do by any chance manage to leave before he grabs you or anything, it’s definitely going to be chaos in diasomnia.

when you heard that sebek was looking for you , that was more than enough to scare you because it was pretty noticeable how sebek is passionate, that’s one way to put it, about malleus.

you didn’t even bother attending class that day because you really were just trying to find a way into the diasomnia dorm without having silver, sebek and even lilia see you. a pretty impossible mission really..

though after finding a way in, the first thing you did was go to your dear malleus..

he really is hurt by that little joke. in briar valley it’s more than rude to ignore things like that ( I really don’t know if that’s true :skull: )

though malleus forgave you rather quickly and just asked you don’t do that again and to say ‘I love you too’ just for closure.

most likely asked you to give him some kisses as an apology. ( taking advantage of the situation )

it wasn’t a nice talk that sebek gave you when he found you and malleus together in the room giving each other kisses.

kalim al-asim

" byeee!" as you quickly ran away from kalim. you could already tell how much of a bad day jamil is going to have.

questioned everything he ever did. most definitely questioned jamil and asked him to remember he did to upset you if he did.

probably just was gloomy throughout the entire day and just mumbling things like, " y/nnnnnn im sorry "

jamil isn’t going to forgive you for doing this to him.

" jamilll.. I wanna see y/n.." kalim mumbled before placing his head down in the desk. slightly bumping his head with if in frustration.

" why does this happen to me.." jamil could only mutter these few things since he knew you were going to do this little prank but, in the price of having his silence taken away 24/7? he rather just be stuck with kalim who’s blabbering about you all day.

when kalim manages to find you. he isn’t going to let go at all. stuck to you like permanent glue.

after explaining it was only a mere prank kalim just laughs and says that he’ll get you back and to just not do this to him again.

though as it all seems to have been fixed.. jamil is still looking for his compensation for todays ‘hard work’ he did

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[koqabear]

okay i wanted to ask, because i see you writing such long fics but i can barely pull myself together to write this bomb-ass 20k word fic, how do approach a fic you know is going to be a long one in a way that you don't feel intimidated by it, or do you still get intimidated by it and just try and push through it?

okay so first off, thank you so much for sending me this ask 😭 you literally forced me to go through my writing process and caused me to make a huge breakthrough with one of my stories alfkgh

anyways, i'll try to be as thorough and clear as i can be with my process, i hope this helps! (but also im so sorry once i started i couldn't stop)

i think my process can be best described with three fics; Only You, Darling (40k), Killer Instinct (37K), and Memories We Made (unfinished but estimated to be over 30k.). With each story, I knew that they were going to be long, but mostly because I went in with the approach that it has to be long in order for the story to be executed right; characters have to be written thoroughly, and there are certain scenes that need to be written for the plot/character to progress-- like, if it's not written in, the story could lose those small details that make the fic feel more... alive, if that makes sense?

The most important part is making an outline! I know that's probably obvious, but outlines can seriously vary; like with OYD and MWM, I have a whole doc dedicated to the fic. I'm gonna show you what a bit of my OYD planning looks like, please don't point out how genuinely unhinged it is 😭😭😭 (so.. spoilers for OYD + fun fact it was gonna be Sunghoon instead of Jaemin in the story originally hehe)

This is an example of what my outlines can look like; but, it only gets like this as i write-- the first pic is my outline filled with things i added as i wrote OYD such as characteristics/important notes/things i wanna edit, and the second pic is what i started out with.

the first thing i do is brainstorm the bare basics of the plot; what kind of story is it, and what do i want to happen in it? you can see that i separated the story into the key plot points/arcs; and within each one, i also put how i wanted them to begin and end. (the numbers are the wc for each arc alskhg)

the hard part comes in when you're filling these arcs/key points in. because now the big question is, how do you get there? for example, during the first act of OYD, i wanted to establish beomjun's relationship with the mc, and end it off by having the two work together. but in order to do that, i decided to include scenes that showed yeonjun's relationship with the mc, and then beomgyu's relationship with her. now that i had the foundation, i allowed the two to interact; that let me establish beomjun's relationship with each other, and let them realize they had a common goal.

last, you add a catalyst (a character, a situation, etc.) that can get you to your end goal; the catalyst being jaemin, which brought the two to work together out of jealousy-- and that's how i was able to fill in that key point.

then i just repeated that process for all arcs! add scenes that elaborate on key points, then add a catalyst that can take you to the end!

another thing i do when plotting for my stories is record myself brainstorming! i let myself ramble and talk about the plot out loud, and that's usually how i run into plot holes/issues. i kinda let myself figure it out in real time, and once i've figured the plot out, i listen back to it and write it down. (i have voice recordings for OYD and MWM. MWM is 48 mins, if that gives you a gist of what i mean by like... brainstorming. and half of it is straight up fucking nonsense. just let out ideas, details about the characters, scenes you'd like to write, anything. it lets you become more familiar and comfortable with your story, if that even makes sense.)

also! whenever i'm writing but get tired and decide to take a break, i add a quick want to add note at the bottom; that's what the weird little spiel up there in the second pic is. it's where i wrote down the ending scene because i had a super specific idea of what i wanted and how i wanted it to happen. if you get any scene ideas like that for your fic, write them down!! there's a chance that you might forget about it/write it differently if you don't; plus, it could even help you add things in that could make the transition into the scene super smooth.

OYD was honestly a bit intimidating for me when i wrote it, because i knew that it had to be extremely detailed and long. that's why i made sure to properly plan things out, that way so i didn't forget anything that could skew the execution. but one of the biggest tips is that you should brainstorm scenes you want to add in each key point, that way you don't feel as intimidated when writing-- because now you have a guide, yk? I'd love to show how my MWM outline looks like, but the fic isn't even out yet 😭 but it's literally a scene-by-scene outline of how i want the story to go! now all i have to do is flesh out the said scenes :)

then there's fics like killer instinct. i went into that with pure vibes, no outline, no planning; more of a mental outline, if anything. so if you find the idea of the whole written outline + scene & key points boring/not for you, i'd still suggest to get the bare basics down; but what i did with killer instinct was that i brainstormed as i went, and added small notes to keep track of important things so i wouldn't screw with continuity-- age and time is pretty important in that story, and i kid you not this is the only thing i had for killer instinct outline wise (bc im not counting my doc of mma notes.)

but for killer instinct, i kinda winged it; i knew what the general plot was, but allowed myself to have fun on how to get there. the only thing i will say though, is that with every scene, you should try to plan out the next one-- like, intro to killer instinct is introducing taegyu, then i'll introduce the mc. then i'll introduce the world and background. and now that i have a foundation, i'll add extra scenes, then a catalyst! this leads into the main conflict, then y'know the rest. but instead of planning it out bit by bit, i kinda let myself go with the flow...? it also let me be a lot less intimidated by the fact that I knew the story would have to be long.

as for the story i had a big breakthrough with, i'm definitely a bit intimidated by it! i know it has to be intricate and emotional and intense, so in order to help with that, i've made playlists to get me in the correct mood, watch shows, read other fics, anything to help me get comfortable with the genre and spark inspiration. I'm currently winging it as well.... but have three key points im sticking to-- it's gonna sound a bit confusing and vague but it's like... add foundation + the male lead is introduced -> background is given to let ppl know motivations and stuff -> final scene. and whenever i run into an issue, i brainstorm and try to get to the root of why im stuck. like, is it plot, the character, or the scene? in this case it was all three so. pray for me.

anyways. i hope this helped and im so sorry if it didn't 😭😭😭 because then that just means u read this painfully messy explanation for nothing. but when writing long fics, pleeeaseee make sure to take your time with it-- if nothing's working, give it time and don't force yourself to write whatever! (mwm has been in my wip for a solid like. year..? but this is a rare case plus im insane)

and if your word count ends up surpassing/being under than what you originally expected, don't panic! (killer instinct was estimated at 20-25k. so.) sometimes certain scenes just aren't necessary, and other times, you find that you may need to elaborate more in order to make things work.

im seriously wishing you luck on your project!! and if you found this somehow did help and have more questions, don't hesitate to ask! oh and if you found something i said confusing (bc i do have the tendency to not make sense) pls lmk and i'll try to clear it up asdglsh 😭

#fair warning i got carried away with this #sorry hehe #if the outlines look/sound silly. it's bc i never take things seriously my apologies. #“ahs ur all i have moment”... #im not even gonna try to defend myself on that one #the sound was stuck on my fyp ok 😔 #rambles #koqabear asks #[𓆩⟡𓆪] — sol's writing tips !

[dotster001]

I saw your event (two days before it ended, man am I lucky) and wanted to ask for a Twisted Wonderland matchup

To put ut plainly. Im an asshole

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit about anything. I'm very cynical and view the world as this place where nothing good comes without a cost.

When something good happens I'm quick to find a fault with it and I'm a lazy person. I have goals but I couldn't give enough of a damn to try and accomplish them.

When I'm angry and will go for insecurities, I'll make it hurt which I admit is a very toxic trait that I'm working on fixing, it's slowly getting there but still quite which is why I added it.

And that's all i can think of right now...OH WAIT im a dark humor type of person, sexual humor as well, i tend to see innuendos in a lit offf things, and that's abt all I can think of...

Thank you and congrats on the milestone ♥️

Event Closed

(glad you were able to hit the event, cause I had fun with this one 😂 honorable mentions to Jamil and Ruggie, but...)

I match you with Floyd Leech.

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit? Welcome to the Leech family, you'll fit right in. I thought about you with Jade, but realized you were too alike. Meanwhile, Floyd is used to his cynical brother, but brings some fun to life. If you're settled in a cynical point about something, Floyd can take that viewpoint, and smash it to smithereens as he does a chaotic break dance. Or he'll back you up on your viewpoint, with the most stoic expression on his face. Pick your poison.

Too tired to accomplish your goals? Fine with Floyd, he just wants to cuddle anyways. But if you want him to push you, he will. He goes with the flow. You don't even need to tell him what you want, cause when it comes to those he cares about he is incredibly insightful. (On a side note, if he is feeling lazy today, don't you fucking dare push him. I can't say for sure what he'll do, but it'll probably involve you being stuck somewhere with him for hours until someone can come save you.)

Go for his insecurities. It makes him laugh. Not in a, he looks down on you way, but in an, aw, look how well shrimpy knows me way. He won't do it back unless you want him to. But he sees it as a love language. Look at you! You see me! Not as half of a pair, but as me! (What a weird little freak)

Look, I'm super  ace so idk how to sexual joke, but I know for sure Floyd does. He might give you a run for your money. If you want to get him to laugh really loud, drop a good out of nowhere, and he'll be dying. Yes, he has gotten kicked out of class for laughing too loudly at a sexual joke you made. But he'll do it back to you, regardless of the consequences, so be on your guard. 

Again, he has perfected the art of the dark joke. Some people can't tell if he's kidding, or if he's really killed people. But if you can keep up with him, he's enamored. Head over heels. Bewitched. Hopefully, you don't have a "that's too far" joke, cause he has millions to drop on you. 

The time had come. The part of the relationship everyone fears had arrived. Meeting the parents.

Floyd, as usual, was no help in preparing you for the encounter.

"What are they like?"

"Sometimes they're boring, sometimes they're not."

"I've never even met land Mafia, how do you act around mafia from the ocean?"

"I dunno."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They don't like a lot of people."

Useless. All of the "information" he gave you was useless. But now that you were seconds away from the arranged get together, he seemed more readily available to help.

"How should I act around them?"

"Honestly, Shrimpy, just be yourself," Floyd said with a soft smile.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you scowled.

"Nah, for real. I'm gonna be running their empire one day, and they wanna make sure the person by my side is a bad ass and tough as stone. They're probably gonna be mean to you on purpose, at first, to see if you can handle it. But I know you can, cause my shrimpy bites, and bites hard."

"Only when you beg," you smirked, causing Floyd to giggle.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Plus, if everything goes wrong," he took both your hands in his, and gave a lovesick smile, "we can always just kill them."

"Aw, I love you so much baby."

"Love you too, shrimpy."

#matchups #1.5k followers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

[jjtheresidentbaby]

im SO excited u reached 800 followers jj!!!

ok ive got a ton of ideas but firstly id LOVE a reconciliation fic with stiles and his dad with the prompt "i never want to fight with you. i love you too much to put you through that." i guess the context would be that Noah used to drink a lot but since finding out stiles uses age regression to cope with life hes been sober and trying to be the best dad he can be for him!

<3 @bebbie-bilinski

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dump it out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| stiles stilinski & noah stilinski

warnings: past alcoholism, alcohol, talk of Claudia’s death, hurt/comfort, this turned so sad whoops

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After finding out Stiles regressed Noah’s been careful about his behavior, not swearing as much, trying not to share as many gory details of the job with his son, even if he searches them out on his own. But he’s never taken into account what happened after Claudia’s death, not until right now.

Stiles is standing wide eyed by the doorframe leading to the kitchen, his face is one of shock mixed with discomfort. It takes Noah a few moments to deduce what the issue is but then it hits him, he’s got a glass of whiskey set out in front of him, and the bottle sits opened on the table. He pauses and runs over what to do next, Stiles cuts his thoughts off before he can decide.

“Dump it out.” His voice is hard but has that signature slur to it that he gets when regressed, the one Noah’s never heard so upset. Stiles is usually such a happy little, he just wants to cuddle, to draw, to watch cartoons, he rarely gets fussy and never angry.

“Stiles-.” Again stopped.

“Please dump it out. I don’t- I can’t- dump it out or I’m gonna call Scott to come get me.” It’s paired with a sniffle Stiles is quick to cover but Noah still catches. His heart breaks hearing his kid so distressed, even more so when he knows it’s his fault.

After Claudia Noah was a mess, he’s not afraid to admit that, but it’s hard to see the consequences play out firsthand. He remembers yelling in Stiles’ face, finishing bottle after bottle, having so much grief that it turned him cruel. He never got to the point that Rafael McCall did, but he was close, and he knows Stiles and Scott have both talked about their experiences together. If Scott came to get Stiles tonight Noah’s not sure Stiles would ever come back home, not if Scott could help it.

“Okay, okay I’m getting rid of it.” It’s the only answer and even after the horrific case Noah saw today, he doesn’t need the drink. It’s not nearly as important as Stiles is.

The bottle of Jack gets tipped to lean against the side of the sink, spilling down the drain along side Noah’s half drunk glass that he tips over to empty. Stiles is watching his every move so intently it’s a little anxiety inducing.

“Kid I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have poured that drink.” He says as reassuringly as he can. He didn’t think before picking up the bottle of booze from the cabinet above the fridge, he just figured he needed something to calm himself, he should’ve thought about it more. He should’ve gotten rid of that bottle months ago.

"I never want to fight with you. I love you too much to put you through that.” Noah steps to put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, fingers gripping the sleep shirt Stiles has on that he recognizes is actually his own. It makes his chest warm to think that his kid wants to be like him, wants to have something to remember him by while he’s at work.

“I don’t like it when you drink, it makes you scary.” Stiles’ head stays ducked down as he mumbles the words come out. Stilinski freezes in that moment. He never thought he scared Stiles, of course he knew Stiles was upset about his drinking, mad at him, more distant, but never scared.

His arms wrap around Stiles within seconds, hugging his son as tight as he can. There’s a small moment of hesitation before Stiles hugs Noah back, sinking into the familiar feeling of his father holding him.

“I’m so sorry Stiles, I never meant to scare you, I promise I’ll never drink again. I love you so much.”

“It’s okay, I love you too.”

#jj writes #jj events #teen wolf agere #little!stiles #caregiver!noah stilinski #noah stilinski #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski & noah stilinski

[readyandnot]

holy fuck. here we go.

SAM/DARLIN THOUGHTS:

(spoilers under the cut)

first of all- COLOR CHANGE LOVE IT

second of all- THE TITLE MY FUCKING GOD

“vampire MATE” “MAKES YOU A PROMISE” 🥺

okay lowkey disappointed we didn’t have a call with david but no big deal lmao he’s mentioned anyway

“i already know what you’re thinking darlin” NO YOU DONT…

“like hell i don’t” okay fine maybe you do-

well fuck me sam knows darlin too well, love him for that <3

“hey. look at me, please.” GOD DAMMIT ALREADY???

SAAAAAM YOURE SO SOFT FOR NO REASON

I JUST LISTENED TO HIS BA THIS WEEK AND I KNEW HE WAS SOFT BUT FUCK ITS STILL EFFECTIVE

his breath of relief when darlin looks up at him. THATS GOTTA BE ANOTHER LEVEL OF TRUST. ESPECIALLY WITH THE FACT THAT MOST PEOPLE PROB STRUGGLE WITH FOR FEAR OF TRANCING-

and darlin looks up with no hesitation. i love these two omfg

“i know. and i’m not judging you for it. i get it, i feel it too.” and there’s my first hand up to the face.

“my first thought was to run up there and end this fucker too.” HE UNDERSTANDS. OF COURSE HE DOES HES SAM FOR GODS SAKES

“darlin you know that’s not what i’m saying.” HES SO STEADY AND CALM LIKE FUCK IF HE ISNT PERFECT FOR DARLIN-

“give me a second, please” the trust these two have for one another my fucking god

“they can bring him down now there’s enough heat for them to do something about it”

sam i get it and i want to believe that, but when had the department been quick about something besides the fl and vega situation? and he still isn’t caught after the breakout, neither is regulus. if i’m wrong then i’m wrong but it’s also not where i think the story might be heading so i’m having doubts that it’s just gonna end with quinn in custody. that’s too easy.

“when i had to stand in front of them and explain what he did to my progeny”- FRED AND BRIGHT OMFG

“it’s fucked up.”

what i love more about this is that sam truly understands the frustration first hand. he knows the suffering behind waiting and nothing being done. he can truly understand darlin and help them to the best of his abilities and not bullshit them. he literally tells them his thoughts about when he first heard and what he wants to do, but he knows what’s best and to stay calm.

“for once you don’t have to do it alone. so don’t do it alone” sam, you’re gonna fucking break me.

“i’m asking you to promise me something. promise me you will let the department try to handle all this” darlin better not break this promise istg-

DAVID AND ANSEL MENTION LETS GO

SWEETHEART MENTION LETS FUCKING GO SAM KNOWS THEYRE POWERFUL AF AND GREAT AT THEIR JOB

“hey, i’m not asking for this to be one sided though. if you promise me you’ll let them try without running off on your own, then i promise you, if he keeps at it, if he keeps hurting innocent people and they still haven’t gotten him, then you and i will hunt him down. together. and we’ll take that freak to task. no half measures. no holding back. we do whatever we have to, to bring him down. can you promise me that?”

“i promise” “okay, then that’s what we’ll do”

MY GOD YES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THE TRUST AND THE LOVE AND SUPPORT.

“come here.” AHHHHH IM SOBBING HUGS YES PLEASE

“i know darlin. i know..” FUCK- AND KISSES TOO AHHHHH

“it’s cause now you got more things to lose again.”

this is a point that’s been brought up into light for a while now. the fact that darlin wasn’t wrong in wanting to do this on their own from the start, because they didn’t have a lot to lose. they were separated from the pack, and therefore making quinn feel like attacking them wouldn’t work on darlin. and it makes sense. but like sam is about to say, it’s a reason to go back and live instead of dying alongside it.

LOVELY MENTION WOOOOO

OH MY GOD FRED AND BRIGHT MENTION YET AGAIN

i’m not kidding when i heard sam say that I SLAMMED MY FISTS AGAINST MY PILLOW IN EXCITEMENT AT THE MENTION OF THEM.

because NOW especially with redacted saying “old characters coming back” MAKES ME THINK WE MIGHT SEE THE RETURN OF FRED AND BRIGHT. ITS A LONG SHOT I KNOW BUT ITD BE FUCKING SICK.

i wasnt around when fred and bright were on the channel, and that hurts me to this day lmao because i’ve gotten so curious on what they were like and how sam was (even if he was an asshole). i still would’ve loved to hear how it was, and based on what people have said, yes sam is probably better off without that playlist leaving a bad taste in peoples mouths, but it’s still intriguing, whether he was bad or not. it also leaves more room for growth in the good he has done and what he has become as a character. idk just my thoughts. because most of us weren’t around and left with curious thoughts, so the return of those two with a somewhat better situation would be insane.

“not to mention they have their own trauma from him” HE RECOGNIZES THAT YES.

“i still feel it like, like a knife in my heart, when fred wakes up screaming in the middle of sleep. even when he’s far away from me, he had one of those nightmares when we went up on vacation with your pack. i still felt it. even there.”

that fucking hurts. i wasn’t even around back then but that hurts nonetheless. HE HAD IT ON VACATION IMAGINE HOW SAM FELT LIKE FUCK.

quinn doesn’t have progeny!!!! thank god. he doesn’t seem like the type to like sam said.

“i feel frederick here. always. when you turn someone you give them a piece of yourself. and that never goes away.” AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

also why does that feel like foreshadowing…

“i know the thought of waiting makes your blood boil” WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY-

one of my fav parts: “he’s out there, but he’s also up here.”KISS MOTHERFUCKING KISS ON THE HEAD “in your head”

SAM COLLINS YOU FUCKING DREAM OF A MAN I CAN ONLY IMAGINE DARLINS FACE WHEN HE DID THAT

“the rest of the the fight is right here, inside here. you can’t let him own your mind. if your every waking thought is of him, then he wins. without having to life a finger. it’s easier said then done believe me i know that.” sam’s right, half the battle is mentally as well, darlin isn’t in the right headspace to take him on as they’re full of adrenaline. and while he can’t be every thought, he can’t be ignored that’d just be stupid.

alexis mention. this is a touchy subject, because we don’t exactly know her perspective but i’ll always support sam. he was hurt terribly by her and made into something he refused to be. i’ll always take his side no matter the intentions, good or not.

“but we can’t let those people who hurt us, own us at a time like this, that’s a fight i’m not willing to lose. and i know you aren’t either..” MOTHERFUCKING PREACH

“so, we keep on living, life is better with people you care for in it. even if it does make the scary shit more scary. it means you got something to lose. but it also means you got something to fight for, so we’ll fight, in our own way for now. by keeping them safe.”

“and if the time comes, we’ll follow through on that promise of ours. and you and i put this fucker six feet down and never look back, in the name of everybody he’s ever hurt.” WELL THAT ENDED MORE ABRUPT THAN I THOUGHT LMAO

if it does come to that, i wonder how david will react, because they might not tell him, i’m sure he’d be disappointed. i wonder.

sam sam sam, i love you so much, you’re the right mate and support for darlin. he knows how to help and has first hand experience alongside them. god they’re so perfect together.

the way sam and darlin have evolved together is so fucking astonishing. they trust each other with everything and anything. it’s so beautiful to see similar people love each other deeply and have an understanding of each other in a way most people in their life don’t. not with them i mean. i love their relationship so fucking much. one of my top fav pairings on the channel. well done.

i also like the fact now that there’s most likely been development in fred and brights relationship with sam. i’ve heard sam was not the best of people with bright and apparently blaming them. but hearing how he talks about them now, makes me think he truly sees them as a person who made a mistake and never intended for this to happen. and that they really and truly care for fred. i’d like to think sam and bright are more caring of each other now.

i truly have hope for a good ending in this plot line, it’s a high hope but i always look for the bright side of things, this being no exception.

WHOS NEXT- ASHERRRRRRR MY LOVEEEEEE

i love him so much my god. i’m excited for this one, WE LOVE A DATE NIGHT IN AND WITH ONE OF THE BESTEST BOIS hehe <333

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #readyrambles

[equallyshaw]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʙᴏʏ - Qᴜɪɴɴ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ. ᴘᴛ 1.

warnings: 2.6k +

word count: swearing? Nothing much.

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It was the first official week of summer break, and that meant that natasha and piper could sleep in as long as they want, grab a coffee and lay out on the boat natasha's parent's had at there lake house. The duo were currently in New Hampshire, a place Piper had never been to before. The first day they got there, Piper was in love and could not wait for the summer ahead. Soon her twin August would be making an apperance to the lake, before they would head off to Toronto and Vancouver for the summer.

Piper and August were born in London, on October 12th 2000. There parents moved between Windsor, England and Canada throughout there childhood while being homeschooled most of there lives. Therefore, Canada to the twins is there home and there favorite parts about summer, is that they get to spend there time there. Piper and August are the grandchildren of Queen Victoria, the 3rd. Born to Queen to be- Charlotte, Princess of Kingston and the Ericson, Duke of Kingston. Piper went off originally to Brown university after highschool while Harry went off to Oxford. Piper being the one that can never stay in one place too long, transferred during the second half of Junior year and met her long lost sister, Natasha Pierce a junior as well. The two bonded over things as roomemates in the dorms and kept a rather low profile. Not wanting anything getting back to her grandmother, whom she adored very much.

Piper turned on the bluetooth speaker playing Natasha's "american greats" playlist of her making, showcasing some of her favorite rock classics from the 80's as well as Piper's favorites: the beatles. If anybody came for them, they'd be locked in a tower. Piper yelled for Natasha, "Get your ass over here Nas! I mean it, im gonna leave without you!" She joked, being over dramatic. Natasha flipped her off, and hopped in the boat. "Lest we forget, lake boats and sailboats are two different things, love." Nas said sticking out her tongue and poking fun at Piper's somewhat 'posh' upbringing. The blonde rolled her eyes and looked out towards the lake and saw one other boat ahead. "Keep clear of them, I don't feel like getting harassed again." Piper groaned as she sat down and crossed her legs. "Oh god yeah, and very lady like miss lady." Nas grinned causing the friend to laugh. "Oh god, my grandma would be up the wall if she did see me sitting like this." Piper said texting her brother. "Im so excited for you two meet the twin though. However, he's going to make it clear that he is older than me by five minutes." Piper warned, causing Natasha to playfully shake her head. "He seems like hella fun though!" Natasha pointed out and Piper rolled her eyes- playfully, "You haven't seen me though." She grinned causing her friend to get excited. "Im so excited to see the real you girl! Too bad everybody has to be a snitch." Her friend exclaimed and Piper nodded. Sweet home alabama came on the bluetooth, and Piper immedietly shrieked in excitment. This was one of the songs, she loved. As cheesy as it sounds, she loved it. Piper hopped on couch, and started singing the lyrics with her coffee in hand. "Where the skies are so blue!!! Sweet home Alabama!!!!" Her and Natasha sang, laughing in between the words. The two were passing up the other boat, when Piper got off the couch and went to the edge of the boat to take a quick picture for her brother. "Fucking Wanker!" Piper exclaimed looking at her brothers text, causing the twin to laugh. Natasha started to laugh too, and caught the eyes of the boat she was passing. Four guys were sitting down and one was on the back getting ready to paddle board or something close to it. Maybe surf?

"Princess Piper, english please!" Natasha joked, causing Piper to laugh. "Last I heard it was!" She said coming up closer to her and looked out in front of them. God, this place is gorgeous the blonde thought. She could get used to it here. "Not gonna lie, those guys were cute...." Natasha trailed off, causing the britain to laugh. "Yeah yeah!" She responded walking back towards the couch and taking a quick peek at the boat behin them, who also had the idea of sneaking a peek. A dark haired boy and the blonde caught eachothers eyes, with Piper quickly to look away and out at the sky. She leaned back in the couch, before shutting her eyes.

A few hours later, her and Natasha were docking the boat when they heard the loud shouts of boat next door to them. "They're your neighbors??" The blonde hissed to her best friend, as they walked back down the dock. Natasha shrugged, "Dude, they're never here when im here. So I thought they weren't here." Her friend responded honestly and Piper nodded, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Piper! You have a phone call!" Natasha's mom yelled out from the back porch and Piper's eyebrows crinkled. "All I know is that's its a block uk number!" Her mom yelled out as she saw the confusion and Piper took of into a quick jog. "Oh my god its the Queen!" Natasha shrieked, causing the neighbors to look over, catching the tail end of Piper's figure. Piper slipped into the house, and grabbed the phone on the wall. "Grams?" She questioned and was met with the sound of her sweet grandma. "Oh darling! I was afraid, I had called the wrong number and if that was the case I'd send August into the dungeons." Her grandma joked causing the young blonde to giggle. "Oh yes, you might as well send him anyways." She retaliated garnering a laugh from her grandmother. "August said you two will be back in time for my birthday, correct?" Her grandma asked and Piper nodded. "Yes! We will be back the week before, just so we have extra cuddles and cookies." She smiled, thinking about her grandmothers jubilee coming up. "Oh I can't wait!" Her grandmother exclaimed and Piper smiled. Natasha came into the kitchen and smiled, "Hey grandma, I have somebody who wants to say hi." Piper explained, pushing the phone towards Natasha. "Granny! How are ya doing over there?" Natasha playfully asked causing the two royals to laugh out loud. "Your punctality is exqusite." The queen joked, in which Natasha agreed. "Well, Im sure you don't know this but ill be accompanying this blondie for your jubilee because heaven knows her and Harry need a babysitter." Natasha mused, causing Piper to playfully slap her arm. "Oh yes! I am so excited to meet you Miss Natasha, you will make a wonderful addition to the family." The queen spoke and Natasha's heart swooned. Natasha handed the phone back to Piper, and she hung up a few minutes later. "We're gonna need to work on your curtsying...Miss Natasha." Piper grinned as they jogged up the stairs to change.

Later in the evening, Piper and Natasha walked onto the dock after dinner to 'practice' her curtsying. "Can't I just nod like the dudes do?" She questioned the royal and Piper laughed. Her stomach tighened as she did so, earning a much needed heavy laugh. "Shh, they're staring. Just go already!" Natasha hissed, looking between Piper and the boys next store. Who were trying non chalantly to look over between there smore making. "Ok, ok." Piper said putting her hands up in playful defense. "Here." Piper said doing a deep as cursty which Natasha's eyes popped out of her eye sockets. "Wait woah woah, im not that flexible lady." Nas said starting to freak out. "It's fine, do this." Piper said modifying the curtsy. Natasha still looked on with shock. "Can't I just do the nod, please?!" Natasha begged and Piper shook her head playfully. "No, I want you to try." The blonde stated and crossed her arms. Natasha sighed, before trying to curtsy. She almost fell out of it. Piper's hand went straight to her mouth to cover her laugh. "Hey! No laughing! I didn't have 21 years of training for this moment!" Natasha jokingly exclaimed and Piper nodded giving her the floor again. Natasha did another cursty, which was much better than the previous. "How about we send Harry a video for approval??" The blonde grinned pulling out her phone and Natasha lunged for the girl to not take a video. "NO!" She said pulling the phone from the girl's grasp and used her height- only two inches - and put it up high away from the girl. Piper crossed her arms and began to walk off, "Where are you going?" Natasha asked and Piper smirked turning around as she walked back. "Hmmm, gotta go tell Granny to lock you in a tower!" She threw out and slipped inside. Natasha's mouth fell open and began to walk back inside. "Hey! Natasha!" The young girl stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at the group of boys, and the one that yelled her named. Jack Hughes made his way over towards the brunette and she sighed, crossing her arms. "Yes?" She questioned. "We just wanted to know who she is? Why was she making you curtsy?" He asked peering over her shoulder towards the house, hoping she'd come back outside. Natasha would never lie, she had had a hopeless crush on this boy since they first moved in next store. But he never felt that way, and thus, she was hopelessly pining after him with it going no where. "None of you buisness Hughes." She said about to walk off when Luke walked up. She looked up at the tallest brother and gave him a small smile. He was pissed off, "So you'll show up here but then disappear from school completley? Did you drop?" He asked trying to figure out what happened to her. Piper did.

"Um...." She looked between the two boys and sighed, "Piper... she uh. We just laid low her first semester." Natasha explained, trying to not give away who she was. That didn't help Luke at all, "I promise it was not my intention. Everything just happened." Natasha said in almost a pleading tone. He didn't want to believe her, "If I could tell you I would. All of you. But I can't." Natasha gave them a small smile before walking back into the house. Piper opened the door, and eyed the brothers. One who was giving her the 'eyes', which grossed the girl out. She rolled her eyes, shutting the door. She already knew what they were asking. She wasn't stupid. She just hated, keeping her friend from her life. Even if it meant, there friendship in whole.

Piper sat outside on the dock at 6 am, giving her brother a quick facetime call. He picked up on the second ring with a amusing look. "Hey bro." She said smiling, a genuine smile. "Hi sis, how's lake life?" He questioned sipping his tea. She sighed, pushing some hair behind her ear. "It's uh ok. The guys next store wanna know who I am and confronted Nas about me. One of which she's had a huge crush on for forever and doesn't see her in that way. And the other brother a giant, asked her if she dropped since he hadn't seen her around campus. And like, I feel back Auggie. I feel bad that I intentionally made her lay low this semester." She confessed and he nodded. "I feel like it would be easier if I went to school near you or in Canada and they knew who I was already and the security would be provided." She rambled some more and he nodded. He pushed back some of his dirty blonde hair, "Well for one, Nas loves you and is not in anyway regretful or upset she laid low this semester. She loves you P. Besides, you were never going to be the one who went somewhere the Crown had meaning, it was never you. You always wanted to live in the US. Just look at Harry and Meghan- which reminds me we gotta facetime when I get there, but don't second guess now. You are exactly where you need to be, I promise." He said with sincerity and the girl nodded. "I heard mom and dad are sending security to school for the fall, and I know when I get there in a week, ill have my guy." He explained and she smiled, "Joey!" She scheered. Joey was like an uncle to the two, always there in the thick of things when the twins were together. "He's excited too, but enjoy being alone. You'll miss the freedom." He laughed and she did too. "Okay I gotta go, Grandpa wanted to talk to me. Love you." He said setting down his tea, "Love you too Auggie." She said and they hung up. She set her phone down to the side of her and took in the morning breeze. She knew once her brother got there, things were going to change. He was 3rd in line to the thrown, and has been his whole life. Out of the two twins, he would always be more protected. Just because, in her lifetime, she more than likely wouldn't be Queen. She was the spare, the extra kid, the safety child, so she didn't have as many responsibilites or extra concerns. That was all him.

As a kid, she used to want to be 2nd in line, so he wouldn't have to deal with the pressures. She wanted him to live the normal life and to have genuine happiness. She still would do it, if it was possible. She loved her brother too much, to watch him and have watched him go through what he was gone through. But he loved his country and his grandmother and would be ready when the time came. She heard some ruckus behind her and she turned instantly out of habit, as her anxiety grew. She saw two guys from yesterday walk out of the lake house and she sighed, turning back to the lake. She stood up in her spot, grabbed her phone and walked back towards the house. She felt the eyes of the two dudes as she did so, but she wouldn't give them that satisfaction. "Wait!" She heard a voice and she out of habit, stopped dead in her tracts and turned around slowly. The tall dark haired boy from the boat, was the one who called her. She sighed, as he walked over. "Can I help you?" She asked, wanting to be anywhere but there. "Hey, uh. Im Quinn." He said awkwardly putting his hand out and she stepped back a tiny step. "Uh Piper." She said with a small smile. He dropped his hand in defeat and took in the 5'6 blonde haired girl and was puzzled. Who was this Piper? Why was she and everyone of Natasha's family so secreteive? His mom tried to get info, but Nas' mom would not budge. "Piper! There you are, we've been looking for you." Natasha's mom said saving the girl. The girl gave the boy a small smile, as the mom wrapped an arm around her and pulled her inside. Quinn stood there for a brief moment, before walking back over towards Luke. As soon as Quinn made it over to Luke, the mystery of a girl was no longer a mystery. She was Princess Piper, of Windsor. Somebody he had met in his first nhl season, when her family and a few others of the family came to a game against Toronto. He couldn't believe he'd seen her once again, somehow more closed off and secretive.

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And there you go, second part coming soon :) Please reblog and like, i'd appreciate it 🤍

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[skybrightpixie]

Do you have any advice for someone who would want to make themes for their ocs? I think it would be fun but I was curious if you had any like. Pointers or something :V

this literally JUST showed up in my inbox and it was apparently sent 4 days ago hello

anyways yes (and im assuming you already have the means to make musical themes. if not, i personally use bandlab and then download it so i dont have to upload anything publicly)! BUT, im not gonna give technical advice bc that's not how i think of music anyways, so sorry if that's what you're looking for asjkdkjsa. i would find a way to message @sounddesignerjeans if that's the kind of advice you're looking for. take a lil class, if you need it!

i always think about the character's personality, their motivations, or what you're imagining the character doing and what those things make you feel. and when you get that feeling, how does that translate to how the sounds you're going to produce will be like. basically, tell a short story with your character using music!

i'm gonna expand more on that with examples under the cut if you're curious about that. maybe it'll help!

i'm going to use snippets from INVASION (Tóm's main theme) as my example for this.

i naturally drift towards the minor key in some way when i write music, which works really well for Tóm. he's a morally grey (or maybe specifically dark grey depending how you view his actions) character, so a minor key will. he's also an alien, thus the spacey synths.

i gave this main part a lot of energy because while Tóm himself is not a particularly ~energetic~ person, the joy he finds in killing his victims matches that of the loud crashing cymbals and reverberating synths.

in the first half of this snippet, most of the instruments/synths are at rest to let this one synth bass drone through. Tóm needs control, and he hangs onto it as best he can through a lot of different means. i like to use a droning bass to signify that because it's a long and steady sound.

in the second half, though, a main synths return to "fall down." dont ask me about the actual musical theory term for this, i dont remember it anymore dskjfdskj. anyways, i used this falling synth to show him unraveling over the course of the day. i use music very literally to show what i want people to understand. it works better for me personally than to use a lot of different complex chords and cadences.

as i've mentioned recently, this part is Tóm's leitmotif! ...or at least, this is one of em. the "scary" one.

i used in the "break" part of the song so that it would be the main focus. it's mostly used here to make it very obvious that this is his song. very in your face, also not unlike the featured character. if your have a more shy or mysterious character and you create a leitmotif for them, it might be fun to hide it behind other melodies but still be juuust noticeable enough.

AND THEN... i like this part, my personal fav:

the first 15 seconds is the character having a conflict. i wanted it to sounds like he was arguing with himself back and forth about whether what he's doing is really justified, and losing on all fronts. the next part up to the 28 seconds mark is derivative of his leimotif, but constantly "falling." and then the rest with the piano is meant to sound like him hesitating and taking a moment to think about it before... well! he's already come this far and he can't take back what he's already done! and then the main chorus comes back 👍

and another quick note, this might just be something interesting for those who like to use visuals to "feel" music: find a way to watch the waveforms in your music. if your character is high-energy, you might want your waveforms to jump a lot, and lower-energy or sinister characters might want a smoother waveform.

that's all k thanks bye. i hope it was interesting to read and listen to, if nothing else!

#audio #music #not really sure what else this should be tagged with for organization purposes awawawa

[yuunemi]

BODY PILLOW

PAIRING : KAGAMI TAIGA x FEM!READER

GENRE : FLUFF

C/W : NONE!

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : the second and last little something I wrote in Wattpad, but decided to unpublish it—I have yet to post the first one tho. bolded dialogues are dialogues spoke in English

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

It has been countless of nights since he came home full of energy. His practices to become a professional basketball player was draining him. Day by day, your once lively house of two was very quiet, no banters would be heard. Idle chats here and there would occur but it wouldn't be as often as it was before. Cuddles were from seldom to none at all. It was you who had to initiate the hugs—by that, I mean you have to hug him from behind if you were really that touch-starved. Since you were staying with him at America, you couldn't talk as much to your friends at Japan. You've been craving affection lately—heck you were touch starved, but all he's given you was the cold shoulder. You weren't gonna let that happen—no, no, no.

It was dinnertime when he came home, but while you guys were eating, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" You exclaimed giving Kagami a shrug as he eyed you going to the door. "Delivery for Ms. Y/N L/N." The delivery guy said with a smile. "Oh! Yes, please hold on." You replied dashing to the living room to get the money. Paying for the bought product, you give him a curt nod before closing the door. "What was that all about?" Your fiancé asked confused as to why you're hugging that product for your dear life. "It's something I bought online, I'll just place it in the room and get back." You told him. Dinner went by, but as hard as he tried, you gave him no clue about the bought product since you were quick to change the subject.

After your night routine of chores and taking a bath, the both of you were left to your own devices. Kagami dribbling a ball as he was thinking long and hard about something. While you were about to officially open your bought product, giddily taking out the case you put in the pillow—yes, you bought a body pillow—of your anime husbando no less. Taking a few pics and posting it online, you immediately hit the hay, holding close your body pillow. You were fast asleep, you didn’t know if it was because of the tiring day or if its the wonders of having to cuddle into something. After a good 5 minutes or so, Taiga heard his notification go off, checking it out. He saw your post, liking it he furrows his brow as he sees the pillow. "Hasn't she moved on from that phase?" He thought to himself. "Hey Y/N." He called, "..." He waited, and waited. "Oi! Y/N." He called again, "......" He waited again, only to hear soft snores. He turns to you shaking you, "Oi! Wake up." He exclaimed. "Taiga! Im tired....please just tell me about it tomorrow..." You said drowsily with half-lidded eyes. "I-I didn't realize, Im sorry." He said taken aback by the sudden outburst. You felt the bed sink beside, and big arms suddenly engulf you from the back. "Goodnight Y/N." He whispered and kissed the back of your head. Feeling yourself smile into the pillow, you drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, breakfast time, "Y/N." He trailed off, breaking the silence. "Im sorry for last night, I didn't mean to—." Cutting him off, you took his hand to your cheeks. Answering with a soft smile, you said, "I know, and it's fine. So what was it about?" He swallows first his food, before answering, "I just saw your post and saw the body pillow you bought. I thought you were done with that phase."

"Mhm, yet you aren't done with your basketball phase." You raised a brow with a smirk. "H-Hey! That's different!!" He exclaimed, laughing at him, "Im sorryyy, I couldn't help it. When I saw it online, I knew I had to get it." You replied with puppy eyes. "Ahh! Fine, fine, I get it. Well I have to head off now." Giving him a kiss on cheek you usher him outside, "Alright, take care Taiga." You beamed at him, "You missed!" He pouted at you. Giving him another one on the other side of the cheek, "There, now go. Before you become late." You grinned, "Tsk. Im getting that kiss back Y/N." He answered before going off

Seeing him out, your slyly smiled to yourself, "Perfect. My plan has set in motion." Doing your usual routine of chores and whatnot. Time fled so fast that it had been a week and a half since you have last hugged Taiga while sleeping. This time it was his turn to be touch starved—why? Cause all you've been hugging for that one week and a half was your "newly" bought body pillow of [Fav Anime Character]. Until the next night, "Y/N..." Taiga called, "Hm?" You answered, your back facing him still. "C—le m-me..." He stuttered. "Taiga, I can't understand you if you stutter." You answered facing him still hugging the pillow He frowned and said, "I said, cuddle me!" He demanded cutely with a faint blush on his cheeks. Smiling at him, "No." You told him. "Tsk. Come on, we've been together for years." He pleaded, "Nuh-uh, when I was touch-starved, you wouldn't mind me. Now that I have this, you act like this—wait—Don't tell me..." You teasingly said

"You're jealous of this Body Pillow, aren't you!" You exclaimed at him, judging by his expression, you knew that you had hit the bullseye. "N-No, Im not! I just want to cuddle my fiancé that's all!" He defended himself. "Mhm, sure you are~. Well goodnight!" You smiled and closed your eyes giving emphasis of you hugging the pillow close. "Tsk." He sounded, and before you knew it. He snatched your body pillow and threw it off somewhere in the room, "HEY—." You were cut off with him trapping you with his big arms. "Im hugging Y/N Kagami and that's final!" He declared holding you closer. "Mind you, Im still Y/N L/N." You told him, "Well you're gonna be Y/N Kagami anyways, might as well get used to it." He smirked before stealing a kiss from your lips, "Oii, that was illegal." You joked, "What? I told you I'd get that kiss back." He answered confidently

"Took you forever to get the kiss back, took you what? A week and a half?" You teased, "Ha? That's not my point here." He answered back at you, "Suree, because your point was being jealous of a body pillow no less." You pushed on, "No it's not, you should stop lying Y/N, that's bad." He replied smugly. "Hmf, act smugly all you want. We'll see who has the last laugh when I get my hands on the pillow." You smirked, "As if I'd let you, that pillow is bad for you. I should be the only pillow you need." He said, you were quiet, but once he realized what he actually said, you could see a faint red despite the vague darkness. "Pft, Taiga, look at your face." You laughed. "But Taiga, still let me goooo. The pillow is gonna get dirtyyy." You pleaded, "No it won't. I know how hard you work around the house." He said nuzzling his nose to your cheek. Then, there was a moment of silence, "Look Y/N..." Taiga softly said, "Im sorry for neglecting you, but still thank you for sticking with me..." He finished off

Smiling at him you answered, "Alright, alright...we've been through a lot already, I appreciate the sentiment...so Taiga..." Then pecked him on the lips, "Apology accepted." You finished. Smiling at you, he held you closer and you couldn't help but to lean in his touch. "So, um...does this mean you'll be... leaving the pillow alone now?" He hesitantly asked, "Oh, who knows? Can't let the money go to waste." Ignoring your taunt, he calls it a night "Goodnight Y/N..." He whispered to you, "Night Taiga..." You replied. Then the rest of the night was a bliss.

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

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[xiao-isms]

— hold it!

character(s): xiao.

content: begging, prostate massage, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, fingering, xiao says 'please' and cries a lot.

word count: 1.2k words and 6.6k characters.

voicemail: i had lots of fun writing this! also first fic to reach 1k words woohoo. im not too familiar with soft doms so hopefully this is decent haha. enjoy!!!!! <3

there he was: xiao, the high and mighty adeptus of liyue, on his knees practically begging for you. he stood in a rather compromising position: his legs were spread as wide as possible so you could see his hard, drooling cock while the upper half of his body laid flat on the queen sized bed. the entire scene was something suited for a cheap whore rather than a skilled yaksha such as himself, but he didn't mind-- not anymore; he'd thrown his pride out the window a long, long time ago. "please," he begged, turning his head just enough to meet your playful stare, "please touch me." you took a good look at the tiny form in front of you: his right cheek was smooshed against the cotton pillow and it made his delicate, blush-pink lips form into the cutest pout you'd ever seen. you couldn't deny him the thing he wanted most, not when he was looking at you so innocently. with a nod and gentle kiss to the man's small forehead, you got to work. you teased the tip of his cock, rubbing the pad of your thumb around the slit. you used the precum that had gathered to lubricate the rest of his dick and oh archons, xiao swore he never felt such euphoria. every little touch felt so good; every stroke of your hand, every quick kiss on the base of his cock, all the disgusting, filthy squelching noises you were making with his cock, everything.

he was so close, so close, so close, oh fuck—

"hnng, cumming, 'm, uhn, c-cumming!" he cried, but just as he was about to release all over the wrinkled bed sheets, your hand came to a halt just at the base of his needy dick. you held his shaft firmly and peered at him with a malicious glint in your lustful eyes. "ah, ah," you chuckled, "you cum when i say you can, okay?" fat tears rolled down the yaksha's now reddened face despite the slight nod he gave. he knew how cruel you could be, even if you babied him constantly— both in and outside the bedroom. "good boy, you behave so well, my love," you commended, kissing the hot tears that had risen once again in those beautiful amber eyes. this time, however, you took hold of xiao's milky thighs and pressed them down on the bed— with a few sucks and wet kisses here and there, of course. he was yours and you made that apparent every chance you got.

"here," you said with a gentle smile, lifting your fingers to the adeptus' pretty little mouth, "suck." he wrapped his lips around your digits with sudden verve and coated them in sticky, wet saliva while his tongue went underneath your middle and index finger and through the crevice, making sure to cover every part he possibly could. after a good three minutes of watching the other suck and lick your fingers like his life depended on it, you pulled away. xiao whined and pouted— in the way a child would during a tantrum because their toys got taken away. you shushed him with a ruffle of his thick turquoise hair. "sh, i’m gonna make you feel good, okay doll?" he huffed and buried his face in the white pillow but made a small noise of approval.

you went back towards his pert ass, spreading his soft cheeks. slowly, as not to hurt him, you slid your index finger in his hole to the knuckle. his body shivered, but you couldn’t pick up on any sign of discomfort so you slid it in and out rhythmically. once you were sure he was ready to take a second finger, you inserted your middle one. you scissored his barely open hole so gently, like you were afraid he’d break if you made one wrong move. “you okay, xiao?” you asked with concern laced in your voice. he could take it, he could take so much more than just two fingers—you knew that, you knew he could, but you always wanted him to be safe and comfortable. with you, he’d never have to feel the way he did for centuries; that was something you made sure of.

“y-yeah, i’m okay, keep going.” you let out a sigh of relief, one that you weren’t aware you were holding, and resumed your ministrations. almost fifteen minutes later, you had all four digits lodged into him and pumping in and out of his hole with an ever increasing pace. “mm, you’re so soft, baby. has anyone ever told you that, hm?” the corners of your lips turn upward with every subtly dirty word coming spilling from your mouth. he quivers and shakes his head, of course no one’s loved him, cared for him, touched him the way he allows you to.

the mere thought of that makes your chest swell with pride; you love knowing that you’re the only person xiao has been this intimate with and will continue to be such, for as long as the two of you live. a smirk plays on your lips and with just a small movement, you hit his prostate dead-on. he jumps and whimpers and whines as you abuse that sensitive nerve over and over again. “so good, you take it so well.” he turns away, a clear look of bashfulness on his flushed face, and moans into his pillow. his body seizes and he comes so, so close to orgasm but you stop him just in the nick of time. "n-no! please, please i-i wanna cum so b-bad!" you arch your brow at his pathetic pleas and he lets out a groan. xiao knows you won't let him cum, not just yet; you wanted to play with him for a little bit first, you always do. with a click of your tongue, you began to stroke his leaking length while continuing to rub on that spot that made him putty at your knees with the pad of your finger.

"a-ah! ooh, mm, too much! it's too much! you're g-gonna--fuck!-- break m-me!" fat tears streamed down the man's alabaster face and oh, he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so, so badly. you were well aware of this and decided to toy with him just one more time— after all, it should be part of the fun, right?

"mm, i don't know, have you earned it?"

at that, he lets even bigger, blood-hot tears roll down his dusted cheeks. "yes!" he shouts. so desperate, so cute. "i've been good, r-really good! let me cum, please! please please please-" you cut him off with a rough kiss and he opens his mouth so your tongue can slip in. it feels like you're trying to shove your tongue down his throat and fuck, he's so hard and horny and hot, it feels so good. you jerk him off and slowly start to move your digits in his hole once more, pulling away from the kiss to look at him straight in the eye. "you gonna cum? yeah, be good and cum for me, xiao." your pace quickens and just as it does, the being below you spasms and cries as he cums all over his tummy, chest and face. the adeptus slumps into the mattress, exhausted. smiling, you remove your fingers from his hole and plop down beside him. "i love you," you announce in the quiet room, only filled with xiao's pants. he looks at you with a hint of adoration in his tired eyes. "y-yeah, love you t-too."

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crossed out | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

in which you’re one of the names on bucky’s list

warnings : angst, fluff?, mentions of choking

fic : one shot

a/n : u know i’m a sucker for therapy bucky lol

He should have skipped today’s session.

Cause he’s starting to regret coming when she brings it up.

“You gonna tell me about her?” Cecelia questions, casually flicking through a thick folder labelled James B.B.

But it was never casual.

Bucky knew she was observing his every move, his every tick. And he’d been pretty good at faking through every session until now.

“I thought you were helping me make amends.” He forges an unamused smile, which was second nature now.

“Yes and that’s why I asked you about her.” She looks up from the folder, the smallest smile tugging at her lips.

“It says here that you guys were complicated.” She continues, eyes skimming over a particular page.

Complicated was the last thing he’d use to describe it.

Cause it was the one thing that gave him some clarity, hope that he could be deserving of love again someday.

“We used to date. We broke up.” He gruffs, crossing his arms.

Maybe he should fake a mechanical failure in his arm, reschedule for another time.

“Do you still love her?”

He doesn’t answer but it’s written all over his face and Cecelia can read him like a book.

She turns over his list that she’d assigned him to make, eyes trailing down names until it reaches a hastily crossed out name at the end.

“Why don’t we pick this up next week? I hope you’ll be more comfortable to talk about it then.” She hands him back the small, black notebook.

He hesitantly takes it back, his feet already springing to get out of the room.

Was it just him or was the air running out in this tiny room.

“And, James?” She calls out.

He looks back, slightly winded.

“Remember, sometimes you need to just take a leap of faith, trust your heart.”

He nods solemnly, almost tripping over his legs trying to get to the door.

Hands fumbling over the handle, he’s greeted by a rush of cool air when he finally opens the goddamn door.

He stuffs the notebook in his pocket, taking big strides towards the exit.

It’s the same everyday.

Keep his head down, one sharp left, stop by the nearby cafe if he feels like it.

But today, he takes a right, taking out his flip phone he prefers to the touch screens these days.

Punching in the only number he knows, his stomach’s doing flips.

Don’t pick up, don’t pick up.

“So you do know how to call someone.” Sam picks up after a few rings.

He could almost hear the stupid smirk.

“How are you?” He cringes, the grip on his phone tightening.

It’s a small pause before Sam chuckles, “Y/N’s doing fine. In fact, she just got back from a mission in Prague yesterday.”

Of course, you’d still be going on missions, it was the only thing you knew.

“That’s not why I called.” He huffs, leaning against his car now.

It was an old, beat up Honda that he’d fixed up from the local junkyard.

“Really? Then enlighten me.”

It was Cecelia’s fault for bringing you up. If she hadn’t brought her up, he wouldn’t be here doing this.

“Where is she?” He closes his eyes, wanting the ground to just crack open and swallow him whole.

“Right where you left her.”

He mumbles a hasty goodbye cause he’s not sure he can trust himself to keep his composure any longer.

Getting into the car, he pulls out the notebook, going through the list.

He’d ticked off the list last month, even adding a few more names just to avoid the crossed out name at the end.

He jams the keys in, the car purring to life, before he can change his mind.

-

The door is taunting him.

He doesn’t know how but it is.

A quick exhale and he raises his hand to knock on it, half hoping you won’t open it.

But you do.

He always loved your eyes cause they held so much life to them.

Like for now, confusion morphing to recognition and rage in an instant.

You’re in bad shape, he can gather from the slight limp and bruises.

It feels like forever before you call his name in disbelief, what he’s longed to hear for so long.

He wishes you’d curse him out, hit him or tell him to go away cause that’s what he deserves.

But you don’t.

Instead, your pretty eyes brim with tears.

“Don’t.” He grits his teeth, unable to meet your eyes.

He always hated to see you cry.

“Then, why’d you leave?” Your voice breaks as months of bottled up heartache pour out.

He had to.

You were the only right thing he’d done in a long long time and he couldn’t mess it up.

“I needed to fix myself before I could trust myself around you.”

He grimaces as he remembers the life draining out of your face, while his hands were wrapped around your neck.

That very night he’d left, requested for therapy and could only hope it would work.

But it didn’t.

There was no fixing anything, he’d realised that waking up from nightmares far too many times.

“You could have picked up the phone.” Your voice barely above a whisper, stinging like a nasty burn.

He almost did, everytime.

But he hated himself too much to allow that.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all he can whisper, fighting the urge to take you in his arms.

“If you’d just let me in, realise that I do understand you.” You’re basically pleading at this point but you don’t care.

“I know you do. But you don’t have to. You deserve a better guy.” He says the same thing when he left like a broken radio.

“There is no better guy for me, Bucky. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” You limp over closer to him.

You know he’s focused only on your limp, eyes filled with concern as they rake over your wounds.

“Does it hurt?”

The same thing he always used to ask after a mission while tending to your injuries.

“Yea, here.” You pat the left side of your chest, biting down a smile.

He has to fight back one too, but it’s kinda hard.

You meet his eyes, a little too long cause you’ve missed gazing into them every morning.

Maybe this is the leap of faith Cecelia keeps droning on about, he thinks as he leans in, “We should take a look at that, then.”

You sniffle, “I’m still mad at you.”

He laughs, which involuntarily makes you 2% less mad.

“I missed you.” He whispers, his lips inches away from yours.

You don’t have to say it back cause he knows.

He leans in closer, ghosting over your lips, waiting for your approval.

You close the distance, lips crashing into his almost in desperation.

Which you regret almost immediately cause you taste blood.

A split lip and kissing, not so pretty.

He pulls away and you mewl, pulling him back.

“You’re only making your lips worse.” He chuckles, hands slipping into yours.

Instead, he kisses your forehead, trailing all the way to your lips where he pecks them gently.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, head leaning on yours.

“I forgave you a long time ago. I was just waiting for you to come back.” You sob, tears springing out again.

He pulls you into his chest, steady hands you’ve craved for so long.

Gently rocking you back and forth, he strokes your hair, fleeting kisses to calm you down.

You’re struggling to keep your legs stable as your eyes grow heavy but you ignore the blatant aches in your body cause you don’t want to leave his embrace.

And he somehow always seems to notice.

“You need to rest.”

You shake your head, holding onto him even tighter.

He knows he won’t win against your stubborn ass so he lifts you up carefully, legs swinging over his arms while you snake your hands around his neck for support.

“Stay.” You mumble as he takes you in the room you two used to share.

And he does.

Boy, was Cecelia in for a ride next session.

-

a/n : im cringing as i post this🧎🏻‍♀️🔫🏃🏻‍♀️jsneyswjausowkaw but supeerr excited for tfatws this friday :)) also i named bucky’s therapist for convenience lol im pretty sure she’s not named in the first ep? i could be wrong tho

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