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babeydollx · 1 year

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Better Than A Pogue

Warnings: cursing, smut, partying, mentions of alcohol, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex.

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Rafe can't keep his eyes off Y/N when they are both at a party which leads to Rafe trying to make Y/N his.

Author's Note: y'all I'm so sorry that I haven't been writing recently. I have just been having a hard time writing and getting ideas and inspo and all that.

You were at a party up on Figure Eight that your friends Kiara and Sarah invited you to. You were always someone who was down for parties and loved them but, from the second you got there you felt like someone had their eyes on you. You could feel someone watching you as you, Kiara, and Sarah were dancing and drinking. You went with the other girls to get a refill when Kie gently nudged your arm.

"What?" You asked as you looked over to Kiara. "Do you see that?" Kie asked. "See what?" You asked as you corked your brow. "Rafe.. he won't stop staring at you." Kiara mumbled as she looked over at him before looking away back down at her red solo cup. "I- why the fuck is my brother being so creepy towards you?" Sarah asked. "I mean.. he's just looking over here. He may not even be looking at me." You said. "Trust me, his eyes are 100% on you, Y/N." Sarah said.

"Why would Rafe Cameron be staring at me anyways? I'm a fucking Pogue. He hates my kind." You said. "I know.." Kiara said. "It makes no sense, I know but, he is clearly looking at you." Kie said. "Whatever." You said with a huff before a smile appeared on your face. "I mean we came here to have fun so, why aren't we doing that now?" You said with a chuckle. The three of you got drinks and decided to go back out on the dance floor and dance together, putting Rafe into the back of your mind for now.

You never expected the night to turn out like this. The night began with you going to a Kook party with your best friends Kiara and Sarah to you being in bed with the one Kook you hated the most, Rafe Cameron. You gasped and moaned out as he thrusted into you. He was fucking you at a rough and fast pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your hands in his hair but, Rafe was quick to pin your wrists down on the bed.

You whimpered a little as he did so but, your whimper was cut off by a loud moan when he hit your g-spot. Once he hit it, he didn't stop hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The feeling of it was euphoric. Your eyes rolled and your back arched off the bed as he fucked you roughly. You didn't want this moment to end. You had never been fucked this good before. You felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

"I- fuck!" You moaned out. "Fuck- Rafe I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out as you clenched around his hardened cock. He moaned out when you clenched around him, the feeling sending him closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, come on princess, cum for daddy." Rafe said with a devilish smirk before groaning out. With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as you squirted all over his cock and on the bed. Rafe thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You began to catch your breathe as he slowly pulled his cock out of your now soaked pussy before laying down beside you breathlessly. You managed to roll onto your side to face him and he looked over at you. He was all sweaty and his face was reddened. "God Rafe I had you but, I gotta admit you're so fucking good in bed." You said with a smirk. He smirked as well. "God Y/N I hate you too but, I fucking love your pussy." He smirked more. Rafe looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous grin. "How about we go for round two?" He asked. "Fuck yes." You said with a giggle before pulling him over and kissing him roughly.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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shuugumi · 7 months

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❥ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: making up with gojo satoru after a few stressful weeks,

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hurt + comfort, college au (gojo & reader are seniors), pro-wrestler!gojo, originally posted on @seiueina but transferred work here !! isn’t proofread…at all heh heh may rewrite

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i ordered the iphone 15 pro and it isn't coming in till october 31 T-T oh yeah also i am turning this into a series hehehe. reblogs r vry appreciated as it gets my works out there!

People lead busy lives, and unexpected events can often disrupt their routines. Some days are busier than others.

However, with wrestling season kicking off and your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, making headlines in college and local newspapers as the potential winner of the S&J 2023 Belt, he was under immense pressure from his team coach to perform at his best.

As a result, this season had left him incredibly busy and stressed. Balancing the demands of completing his thesis, maintaining his weight for the competition, and practicing tirelessly, all while trying to ensure you remained his top priority.

You had always been known as an independent person, finding solace and joy in your own company. As Satoru found himself busy with his commitments, you found yourself having a hands full with the university events department, where you were deeply involved in planning upcoming events.

Between both of your hectic schedules, finding time to relax in each other's arms had become a rarity.

Your interactions had been reduced to brief moments, such as getting ready for bed or starting the day. This new routine began to take a toll on your relationship, leading to nightly arguments and hurtful words exchanged in your shared apartment. Tension between you two was palpable, with some nights ending with one of you sleeping on the couch, while the other shivered from the absence of warmth.

Neither of you had the time or energy to address the issues that had arisen between you. But, one day, Satoru surprised you by inviting you to a wrestling kickoff party hosted by his teammate, Geto Suguru. Although hesitant, you decided to accompany him, swallowing your pride as you held his hand tightly while entering one of the gathering rooms on campus.

You didn't know many people at the party, unfamiliar faces, especially numerous females, filled the room. As you sat on the couch sipping your Shirley Temple, you observed various scenes – wrestlers trying to flirt with women, groups dancing to the music, and, most importantly, your boyfriend engaged in conversation with a group of people, wearing a genuine smile that had been absent for weeks.

Amidst the crowd, one woman stood out, too close for comfort with Satoru. She was touching his arm and laughing along with him and the group. It seemed like he was giving her more attention than he had given you in the past month.

"Oh my god, do you remember the time we got lost in the park, and Kento had to come pick us up!" you heard the woman exclaimed from across the room. You couldn't bear it any longer, so you walked up to them and tapped Satoru on the shoulder, informing him, "I'm not feeling well." Your voice trailed off as you looked at the ground. His attention immediately shifted to you, and he sounded genuinely concerned as he asked, "What happened? Do you need medicine?"

"I'm gonna go outside," you replied wearily as you made your way to the front door of the house. Satoru asked if he should come with you, tones of worriedness laced in his words. You walked away without responding, finding a seat on the stairs leading to the entrance.

Satoru wondered to himself what was bothering you. He couldn't hear the woman talking anymore, as his thoughts were consumed by concern for you. As he excused himself from the conversation and headed to the front door, he found you sitting on the stairs, scrolling through Pinterest.

"Hey, Y/N. Love, did you come out here just to use your phone? I thought you weren't feeling well," he calmly inquired, taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were still glued to your phone as he moved it away, causing you to roll your eyes at his actions.

"It's nothing," you began, but Satoru interrupted, "Don't give me that 'nothing.' You know I don't like it when you say that. I can tell something is bothering you." He sighed, looking down at the cement ground.

"—I don't understand. You said you were getting fresh air, but when I came out here, you were on your phone. Did you just need to make a phone call? Just tell me what's going on because right now, I have no idea," he implored, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned closer to you.

You finally met his gaze, and with a soft and embarrassment filled irises, you apologized, "I..I just miss you!," you began, looking in his azure eyes, swallowing air before continuing, "I miss cooking for you and eating at the table with you! I miss when you make those stupid but silly faces at me when we're eating...I miss when you play with my hair when we're studying together. I miss you Satoru!"

"We haven't been doing those things in the past few weeks, have we?" Satoru tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, and a small smile appeared on your face. You shook your head slowly in response.

"Seeing you talking to that girl made me feel jealous. I wished it was me you were talking to, smiling, and laughing at instead," you admitted as Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest.

"If you ever think that some girl could ever compare to what we have, you're completely wrong. You're the only one I think about. Even with all this happening right now, I only ever want to think about you. I am infatuated with you baby...We're both stupid for not talking about this sooner," Satoru reassured you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked calmly. Satoru quickly pulled back, looking puzzled. "No, why should I be?" he replied. You shrugged and finally gave him the eye contact he had been longing for.

"All of this? What happened tonight and the past few weeks?" you clarified. He laughed at your words, cupping your face to make you look at him. "Never,was just a misunderstanding. Plus, even if I was, how could I stay mad at this cute face?" he said, his smile growing as yours did.

"You also aren't the only one who missed the other person. Missed you a lot as well" He continues, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I will make it up to you...kay' sweets."

"I love you, Satoru."

"I love you more, Y/N," he replied, cupping your face before giving you the long-awaited kiss on the lips.

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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hey love could you possibly do a rafe x reader but shes a pogue at a part but rafe has had his eye on her and hes super horny so he pulls her aside and whispers sweet nothings into hear "you deserve s much than that pogue" "you make me so hard pretty girl."

Better Than A Pogue

Warnings: cursing, smut, partying, mentions of alcohol, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex.

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Rafe can't keep his eyes off Y/N when they are both at a party which leads to Rafe trying to make Y/N his.

Author's Note: y'all I'm so sorry that I haven't been writing recently. I have just been having a hard time writing and getting ideas and inspo and all that.

Author's Note: tysm for reading! I'm working on my new taglist!

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pepsiboyy · 2 months

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beyond the contract - part 3

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: just cursing! author's note: THIS CHAPTER IS SO IMPORTANT u guiys dont even KNOW YET ok enjoy <3 lov u all WC: 1631 lowercase intentional !!

to tell the truth, matt had no idea what he was doing.

"why don't you just distance yourself?"

"you signed up for it, no?"

nick's words echoed in his head as he bit his lip and sat up, raising his hand to run through his hair rather than picking at his fingernails.

"wanna get out of here?"

"where are we going?" i questioned after a few moments of silence. "you're not gonna like... i don't know, murder me?" i joked, lightening the mood a bit. i felt relief washed over me when i saw matt smile softly.

"of course not," he responded softly, as i continued to follow him. we had walked through the streets and into a foresty area with many trees and some hills. matt would step over everything expertly and mutter a soft, "watch your step," to me each time. i could tell he had taken this route on multiple occasions.

"i thought you said you knew a spot," i breathed, checking my phone to see fifteen minutes had gone by.

"i promise it's worth it," he responded as he smiled and pulled a few bush branches out of the way, making sure i got through before letting them go. "here," he breathed and turned to me.

i shifted my gaze from matt to the sight in front of me, my eyes widening. it didn't even look real.

the way the trees perfectly aligned across the soft pond, where the water ran slowly and fireflies danced across the muggy water. there were logs along the edges, one was propped in a nice spot. matt headed towards that specific log.

"i come here a lot when i have to think, or when i get bored." he mumbled as he sat down on the log and patted beside him, motioning for me to sit with him.

i took his offer and slowly sat beside him, looking around before letting out a soft, breathy chuckle. "what, so my tutoring bored you?" i joked.

"yeah, a little bit," he responded as he smiled softly and i smacked his arm.

we sat in silence for a moment as we listened to the water run through the pond, before a question came to my mind. i turned to matt and tilted my head slightly.

"why did you transfer to northside high?"

matt seemed to let out a hefty sigh, biting his lip. he turned away as he began to pick at his fingernails a bit again. "uhh, i dropped out at one point and decided to go back to school," he mumbled, a little bit faster than most of his statements.

i nodded as i smiled and turned back to the water. "i see. i'm proud of you for trying again," i breathed, and matt turned to me. "i mean, as much as people shit on school, i've met a lot of amazing people and learned some awesome things, even if it means i have to learn that the estimated number of moves possible in a single game of chess is greater than the amount of atoms in the universe." i mumbled, shrugging.

"where in the hell did you learn that?" matt mumbled, smiling softly and seeming to loosen up a bit.

i shrugged and stared in front of me. "chemistry."

a bit of silence washed over us both as we sat peacefully and stared at the water.

"would you wanna go out sometime?" matt shifted slightly where he sat as he spoke.

i turned my head to matt and blinked a few times, a bit of shock running over me.

"i mean, i know we just met-" he defends, but you quickly cut him off, smiling at him.

"yeah, i'd love to." i responded, and matt smiled softly at me, nodding as he turned his head back to the water.

a few more moments of silence went on, and matt gently moved his hand to rest on top of mine, not making eye contact.

i turned to him and smiled warmly, scooting a bit closer to him and resting my head against his shoulder.

"you asked her out?" chris blurted, as nick stood beside him and pressed his fingers to his forehead while shaking his head.

"i- i don't know, it was just in the moment, and-"

"you're so fucked, matt." nick stated calmly as he took a seat beside him and gently set a hand on his back.

matt shrugged and sighed. "it's bad, i tried to distance myself and i folded. i really did. you guys should see her, she's really sweet.. and pretty, too.." he whispered, intertwining his hands together and resting them on his forehead as he leaned his elbows against the counter. he was kind of freaking out.

"what's her insta," chris pressed, pulling out his phone.

matt turned to him with a look of disbelief. "dude," he breathed and turned to nick, who just shrugged.

"well, what is it?" the older questioned, making matt groan.

after a few moments of looking, chris found your instagram and blinked a few times. "oh yeah, you're fucked dude." he mumbled as he turned the phone to nick.

nick let out a long, exasperated sigh. "i'll see what i can do, matt, but your options are extremely limited."

"maybe i'm not cut out for this," matt replied coldly, standing up from his seat. "i really can't see myself harming someone, i don't understand how-"

"matt," nick mumbled as he stood in front of him and set his hands on either of his shoulders. he looked into his eyes before sighing.

"no, i'm serious, nick," he gently pushed his arm away from him and stepped back, looking at chris, who had a concerned expression on his face.

matt took in a deep breath. "i can't do this, not to her.." he mumbled as he stood up and left the kitchen, going straight to his room.

nick let out a deep sigh as he buried his face in his hands.

chris moved to him and gently rubbed his shoulder. "give him some time, nick. he'll come around." he breathed before heading down the stairs to his own room.

matt scrunched up his nose as he looked at the papers being taped onto the walls in the hallway before scoffing. "what're they doing, remodeling the place?"

i scoffed and shook my head, walking closely beside him as i held my backpack straps closely in my hands. "no, advertising.. prom is coming up," i breathed, and smiled softly.

matt shrugged and hummed softly to himself. "loud music, lots of people dry humping each other.. i'm good." he chuckled, and i smirked and lightly hit his arm.

"come on, matt.. you know you wanna go," i giggled as i stopped at my locker, and matt leaned on the one beside me as he watched me, the corners of his lips upturned slightly.

"not really, parties and stuff aren't really my thing." he shrugged, watching me as i went through my books within the locker. i felt my cheeks heat up at the feeling of his gaze resting on me.

"i guess i can see that," i mumbled in response before shutting my locker. "but think about it.. after going back to school and whatnot.. it's your senior year too, right? why not give it a shot?"

matt watched me as i spoke, and after a few moments once i was done, he let out a breathy chuckle as he looked down and shook his head, arms crossed as he leaned against the locker. "i'll think about it," he responded softly, before lifting himself off of the locker and beginning to walk in the direction of our class, where i closely followed beside him.

footsteps echoed against the tile in the large and empty room.

"sir, i feel that matt should be excluded from the eclipse alliance corporation," chris's voice rang as he swallowed, clearly a bit nervous to be speaking with their coordinator. he kept his arms at his sides as he looked at the man. "he cares a lot.. about people around him," chris started, but he was quickly cut off.

"does he not care about his family within the corporation?" he breathed, his voice calm.

chris swallowed as he looked down as his feet. he took in a deep breath. "uhh, i think he-"

"look at me when you speak to me." the man stated firmly, and chris immediately lifted his head.

"right, sorry sir," he started, before clearing his throat and biting his lip. "i think matt cares a lot, too much even, and it's making it hard for him to act on the tasks he's given. nick and i wanted to ask you if there's anything we can do, or any advice we should give him?" he stated, the last part flowing a lot quicker than the rest. chris was practically shaking in his boots, to put it simply.

"matthew has a deadline. april 25th. if his task is not finished, he is cut." he started, before cocking an eyebrow. "have you and nicolas... told him yet?" he questioned.

chris looked down at his feet and took in a deep breath as he looked up at their coordinator. "nick and i are waiting for the right time." he stated, almost with confidence, as he knew they were doing the right thing.

"very well. is this all?" the man spoke, and chris nodded softly.

"yes, thank you for your time," he breathed as he waved and began to walk in the other direction. he let out a shaky breath of relief as he continued to walk, his forehead now dripping in sweat. "he has no idea," chris whispered as he let out a shaky sigh.

"i'm so sorry, matt."

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viburnt · 4 months

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PUPPY BOY! AU HEADCANONS PART.2

Part 1

Tagging the babes: @shonen-brainrot @dabislittlemouse @angelshimaa and @shionancientsblog

Remember I'm still working on this AU so feedback is appreciated

Deku + Maltipoo

• Maltipoo is a hybrid breed resulting from the mix of a Maltese and a Poodle. And who was born quirkless but got a Quirk transferred? Deku! Which to some extent makes him a hybrid too. Both are highly intelligent and friendly breeds, which suits Izuku very well!

• Izuku radiates Crusty white dog energy, there's no way to deny it, and this breed is part of that group. He has a sweet, caring and friendly personality, but he is also VERY emotional. Cries a lot, he can't help it. Maltipoos also have very fluffy fur, which matches Izuku's green hair.

• This puppy boy was practically protected and pampered by his mom; Inko always brushed his fur after baths! However, just like any other Maltipoo, Izuku adapts easily to any environment and challenge. He also has quite the intelligence and memory, making him the perfect puppy boy for almost any task. Appropriate, considering Izuku is progressively learning to control all his powers and molding himself to the needs of his missions.

• Did I mention Maltipoo puppies befriend practically anyone? *ehem* Just like Izuku befriended [insert list of pretty much any student at U. A]

• Oh, you want to put a doggie collar around his neck? Go ahead! Even when the skin of his cheeks and ears get all red with embarrassment, he loves it. Push a little further, and you'll even be able to hear him whine for attention.

• Needy, so, so needy. Pet his ears and he'll be melting! Play with his hair and he'll fall asleep on your lap.

“Are we gonna hang out today?” Izuku asked, tail wagging effusively at the promise of an evening by your side. You smiled apologetically, excusing yourself. “Sorry, Izu, today I have some work left to do. Maybe another day?”

The puppy in front of you pouted, begging with a pleading face. “Please, please, please! I- I brought my favorite All Might DVD,” Izuku said, his hands gently tugging your shirt. Sighing, you gave up; how were you supposed to win against someone that could quite literally pull puppy eyes on you? “Maybe we can binge-watch it while I work.”

Izuku's lips stretched in content, yapping a sweet “Thank you!” as he walked by your side. “We can lay on the couch, and I'll make sure to recap everything you missed while you weren't paying attention!”

Todoroki + Siberian husky

• I had some trouble deciding which of these breeds fitted Shoto more. On one hand, he could be a Doberman like Dabi, after all, they come from the same dad (like it or not). Enji would've cut his ears and tail too to make him more imposing, and dominant-looking (trying to mold him to his image), leading to Rei burning his face and, well, Todoroki trauma. On the other hand, Siberian huskies already have plenty of traits in common with Shoto.

• Siberian huskies have a stern and serious aura around them, specially at first glance. Their deep gaze and icy blue/light gray eyes manage to allure anyone, not to mention is one of the breeds that has more common cases of heterochromia. We all know how Shoto debuted as a “I'm not here to make friends” character but, in the end– just like this breed –Shoto proves to be friendly and silly with the right people.

• He has very soft big furry ears, and a fluffy tail curled upwards; the fur is white and brown/reddish and matches his hair almost too perfectly. Shoto also has massive canines that he tends to bare when he is truly pissed off or stressed.

• Like many huskies, he is smart and has a lot of stamina. You need to keep this particular puppy mentally/physically stimulated by either showing him new tricks (e.g. Simple science experiments or DIY tutorials) or burning that energy (e.g. Teach him how to play Just dance!)

• Sheds, a lot. Help him brush his fur because otherwise you'll be dealing with random dog hairs in your room. Oh, he also has trouble communicating in general! Which is funny considering how Huskies don't bark like normal dogs, they kind of howl and cry.

• Shoto is a very odd puppy, but a great listener if you ever need to talk.

“And you're supposed to put your left hand on a red circle. Like this!” You said, bending and twisting into a rather uncomfortable position over the Twister mat. Shoto had been aching to play with you for a while, begging - in his odd way (which was standing in front of your bed until you noticed him) — to learn. “I see, so the cardboard thing dictates which limb you move and where you put it.” He said, kneeling to your level as you plopped on the mat.

“Yes, exactly! The last one standing is the winner,” Shoto heard you add, nodding at tour words with seriousness. “Just make sure to keep your tail tucked, we don't want another sneezing accident…"

Shoto unconsciously whined, dropping his ears like a scolded puppy. “Sorry, I didn't mean to make everyone fall with my fur.” The first time he had tried to play, his tail and ears tickled everyone's nose, making the complex knot everyone was tangled in collapse. “It's OK, Sho, it happens.” You smiled sympathetically.

Shigaraki + Rottweiler

• It was suggested that Shiggy could be a Corgi by the lovely @shionancientsblog , and while it would be a cute idea (specially when he had one as a kid), I think Shigaraki's evolution as a person makes him fall under the category of a “problematic breed”. Rotties are great family dogs in the right environment, they are friendly, caring, and playful; sadly, we all know this puppy boy didn't have a good family. Shiggy was neglected and abused as a baby, and he eventually bit the hand that was supposed to take care of him! So, like many dogs when they bite, he was cast away and tagged as a danger. A kind puppy turned into a crazed dog by the hand of the wrong handlers.

• He has short floppy ears with black fur, matching his original hair color. The tail is black as well, but it was cut by his father to “avoid accidents”. Shiggy's fur, however, changed in color the same way his hair did.

• Wears a spiked collar, a gift granted by A.F.O to avoid using his quirk on the skin of his neck. He doesn't like it, but knows it's for the best.

• Rottweilers are also known for acting on impulse and being childish (borderline being messy or confused as aggressive) when they have no guidance. Shiggy had the same behavior when he first started his villain life, but with the right training, he learned to focus his energy on a specific target. Trained to bite on command.

• When he gets involved with you, however, you slowly but surely start filling that emotional void he had. It took a lot of trial and error, specially when he growled at you with those large canines of his, but patience turned out to be enough to ease him.

• Much like Dabi, Shiggy grants you scary dog privileges, but he is less controlled about it and will target anyone who may be “trying to take away his owner”. He won't call you owner, by the way, but in his heart you are part of the very reduced group he likes and follows.

“I don't like the way he is looking at you!” Shigaraki growled, unconsciously trying to hide you from Dabi's gaze. The latter had been sending you cocky smirks here and there, pissing Shiggy off. “Calm down, he isn't doing anything,” you assured him, allowing your hand to pat his head. The frown on Tomura's face softened, but he still didn't like the idea of another person laying eyes on you. “What, you like him better?”

You knew that the child inside him was speaking, so you indulged. “No, Shiggy is my favorite.” Tomura heard you say, feeling the warmth of your lips on his cheek. “W-what was that?!" He yelped, “Are you trying to embarrass me?” You shook your head. “Just making sure you know how much I like you”.

#izuku midoriya x reader #mha izuku #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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OK! So transfer student shuri showing up to your practice, with an extra water bottle! Transfer student Shuri who says "I'm here for _____" and takes ur bag with all ur stuff in it, slings it across her shoulder and walks u to ur dorm!. Pls I need this!

author's note: now thats some gay ass shitttttt, ain't no way reader's friends would assume their relationship is straight.

friends, huh? - hbcu!shuri x black!reader

word count: 958 words. (shorter than normal, sorry!)

homecoming was coming up fairly soon, and your majorette team was stopping at nothing to perfect the routine that was being prepared for the school.

your school’s band decided the song they would play for the homecoming game was remember the time by michael jackson, and your majorette team would prepare the dance for the song.

with being homecoming being a little under a week away, these practices got more intense. you were the leader of the majorettes, too, so this was more pressure on you than anybody else.

as the practice continued, your water was beginning to run out, and as of right now, since your school was so cheap, the water lines in the gyms and practice rooms/halls weren’t working properly.

you mentally cursed yourself as your team went over the dance routine one more time. “fuck.. i think i’m gonna die if i don’t get no damn water soon.” you muttered. “alright ladies, we’re gonna take ten, if you need to go get water from the other building, feel free, i don’t care.” you were out of breath, and needing a towel asap.

you went to go sit down in the locker room, checking your phone. your face lit up when you saw a message from shuri. opening up your phone, it was a selfie of her, smiling, walking outside. you tilted your head a bit. where was she walking to? not that it was any of your business.

you replied a quick ‘cute :)’ before setting your phone down to get a towel from your locker. coming back, you see she read it, but nothing more. you frowned a bit, because usually she’d walk and text you at the same time, but not this time you assumed.

you overthought a lot-- you never meant to do that, but it always happened. combine that with dance practice, and you were bound to have a stroke.

you sighed for a bit before turning off your phone, because you realized the ten minutes was up, and everyone was back, chatting.

you left the locker room with your towel, setting your phone down next to your bag.

a couple of girls were having a conversation about someone, squealing and giggling. “y’all seen that girl that transferred here? shit, i didn’t think i liked girls til i saw her.” a couple of them laughed, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what they were talking about, you called out.

“who y’all talkin bout?” you simply asked, getting prepared for another practice.

“nothin, just that new girl.. where she from, wakanda?” you stopped in your tracks once you heard that. they were talking about shuri. your stomach turned a bit hearing them talk about her like that.

“oh, her.. yeah i know who y’all are talking about. why are y’all talking about her?” your voice was a bit weary, but you tried not to show it.

“we saw her walking down the sidewalk.” another girl said, her voice getting all giggly from talking about shuri.

you stomached the way they spoke, clearing your throat before clapping. “alright y’all we need to run the dance again! we ain’t got much time.” your leader voice came through because you couldn’t bare to have this conversation.

there was about ten more run throughs of the dance in twenty minutes, and you were burnt out.

as the rehearsal came to a close, you gathered the girls in a circle to talk about things that need to be fixed in the future rehearsal.

“alright y’all, we did good today but it needs to be better tomorrow. i’m really proud of what we have going on as of right now, but i’m sure we can do better--”

you were interrupted by the loud door opening. all the girls turned around to look, and you were confused yourself at who could’ve came in.

“..are you looking for something?” one of the girls called out. you could hear some of them giggling at who walked into the room, and whispering.

“uh.. i’m here for y/n.” your ears perked up at who it was. shuri.

she was holding up a water bottle, other hand in her hoodie pocket as she stood there awkwardly.

you moved away from the girls to walk up to shuri. you could see her face visibly light up once she saw you.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were studying..” you whispered to her as you walked up to her. she only laughed.

“when you were complaining about there being no water in the gym, i asked you when rehearsal ended so i could give you some.. i didn’t want to interrupt during the rehearsal.” she was clearly shy and embarrassed because everyone else was staring at you.

“that’s so sweet.. um- thank you, shuri.” your face was getting warm as you grabbed the water from her.

“oh, so you wasn’t finna tell us that you know her, y/n?” one of your co-majorettes called out. everyone else just laughed. you cleared your throat.

“well, she and i are friends-- wait, why are you in my business? rehearsal is over, y’all go back home.” you were quick to speak as shuri went over to grab your bag and put it over her shoulder. “i’m ready when you are, y/n.” her voice was back to being soft as the girls giggled some more.

“friends, my ass.” one of them whispered. you were so embarrassed at this point, there was nothing more to say.

“girl hush, y’all better get out of here before y’all get locked inside.” you warned as you walked out of the dance practice room with shuri.

there was something neither you and shuri could deny,

and that was being friends was kiiinda overrated.

#shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #black reader #shuri #sam is obsessed with shuri #sam answers asks #imagine #hbcu!shuri #princess shuri #black panther

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annab-nana · 4 months

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Scenario: New Years kiss with bucky

here it is! this can be read alone, but i did continue the partner idea from this blurb because i like the concept

warnings: not proofread, drinking (a bit of champagne), kinda long for a blurb tbh

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"you clean up nice, barnes," you told him as you let your fingers fiddle with his collar behind his neck.

you caught sight of his tensing jaw out of the corner of your eye as you surveyed the room behind him. you knew he wasn't your biggest fan, but you couldn't change what happened any more than he could. and you both tried. especially him.

you didn't mean to overhear the desperate conversation he had with nat after about two weeks of working with you, but you did. his words rang in your head every time you were working with him.

i can't stand being around her.

please, switch partners with me.

i'm begging you, anybody but her.

you weren't enthralled to have him as a partner either, but it was what it was. you had to move on with it. but, it didn't make his words hurt any less, no matter how much you tried to lighten the mood.

and, on top of it all, he was angry with you over the stupidest thing. before you transferred to the avengers, you were working with other people. people who were not happy with the winter soldier and sent you to kill him. you were just following through on a mission, same as he had done for several years. if anyone could understand that, you'd expect it to be him.

you had been working with him for almost three months now and while you haven't heard anything as harsh as his talk with nat, he still didn't seem very pleased with the arrangement.

he didn't respond to your compliment, opting to keep his eyes trained behind you. that was all either of you could do right now. that and dance together in order to blend in at this stupid high-class new year's eve party and keep your eyes peeled for luchina nefaria and whitney frost. however, you could only look at the same people around you for so long before you grew tired of it.

"i'm gonna go get a drink," you told him and took a step in the direction of the server with champagne flutes on his tray. bucky's hand on your arm stopped you from going any further.

"you can't get drunk on a mission," he reminded you sternly.

you couldn't help the roll of your eyes. "i know that. a little champagne never hurt anybody," you defended, tugging your arm out of his grasp before muttering to yourself, "though i need to get drunk in order to deal with you," as you walked away from him.

as you approached the server and grabbed a drink for yourself, you let your eyes scan the new group of people you found yourself in the middle of. unfortunately, none of them fit the description of the pair you were searching for. but, something else did catch your eye.

the clock.

specifically, the fifteen seconds you had left until midnight.

this was probably the shittiest part of the mission, but steve and nat explained that no one looks at a couple kissing. it makes them uncomfortable and in a room full of kissing couples, a couple not kissing will stick out like a sore thumb.

you gulped down the rest of what was in your glass before placing it back on the server's tray.

eleven seconds were left when you left the server's side to find bucky.

seven seconds were left when you saw the back of the brunet's head.

five seconds were left when he turned and met your eye.

three seconds were left when you stood in front of him.

"i know you're going to hate this, but we have to do it," you said, unsure if you were talking to him or yourself.

as soon as the words left your lips, the room filled with cheers for the new year, and bucky's arms wrapped around you. it took you a moment to register his lips on your own, but once you did, you played the part just as well as he was and he was playing the part very well. your fingers gripped at his suit jacket and slid through his hair while your mouth melded with his like it belonged there.

you were in a daze when you both pulled away from each other.

"what makes you think i'd hate it?" bucky asked while you were still in the process of catching your breath and trying to be inconspicuous about it.

"what?"

"kissing you? why do you think i'd hate that?"

you had no control of the light scoff that escaped your lips. "maybe because you hate me?"

"i-" he cut himself off to sigh, "i don't hate you, y/n. i'm just- i-"

your patience was thin. "spit it out, buck."

"i'm having a hard time keeping my work life and personal life separate."

your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he meant. "what does that have to do with me? i'm your work life. there's nothing personal about that unless you make it that way, so what's the issue? tell me what it is, so i can fix it because whether you like it or not, we're stuck with each other."

in your head, he was telling you that you irritated him so much that it was becoming personal to him. he must still be begging nat for a partner switch. that would explain why you went on a quick mission with sam last week.

"jeez, do i have to spell it out for you?" you heard him whisper to himself before his hands found your shoulders to keep your focus on him. "that kiss? it wasn't fake for me. what's personal for me about you is that i can't get you out of my head and it's driving me crazy. i'm falling in love with you and if that's not something you're interested in, you need to tell me. if you aren't into it and it would make you uncomfortable, let me know and i will make someone switch partners with me so you can be with someone else who can actually focus on the mission instead of what it would be like to be with you."

if you were breathless before, then there wasn't an atom of oxygen in your lungs right now. that's what it felt like anyway. you were wrong and normally, you weren't fond of that feeling. but right now, you were over the moon to be wrong.

your brain felt like it was lagging. it was still taking in his words though he was done speaking and the way his blue eyes were dancing all over your face looking for some sort of response was driving you wild. your throat felt closed up, so a verbal response was out the window until you gained control of it again. there was only one other option you could think of, so you went for it.

you surged forward and captured his lips with yours, trying your best to convey everything you felt about him through the kiss.

"don't look for someone else," you told him firmly when you broke apart, "stay with me. be my partner. be with me."

you knew bucky didn't smile often and he definitely didn't do it in front of you, but for the first time ever, you were in the presence of a bucky barnes grin. you wanted to make that expression more permanent.

"yeah, okay. i'm here. i'm yours."

and just like that, your 2024 got a whole lot better.

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okay I promised my full deranged buddie s7 spec so walk with me here

imagine we start the season, its a couple weeks/months after the bridge collapse, and bobby and athena have just left for their cruise. cut to buck and eddie and buck seems kind of sad/dejected for some reason but no one knows why and eddie is riding the high of starting dating again and taking his shot with marisol. then chris drops the bombshell that he's dating on eddie and asking him for advice and eddie starts panicking because what the hell does he know about women he very spectacularly ran off the last two and the night's still young with marisol. so he goes to buck, because its chris and buck always has the answers with chris and anyway buck may suck at keeping a girlfriend but he's good at the dating part and he has natalia now and he seems so sure about her so clearly he's doing something right. and buck says yes, of course he's gonna say yes, it's chris, but while chris is asking all these questions about love, and dating, and how do you know when you really like someone and what do you do when you like someone like that, buck is answering them but the weird kicked puppy air keeps clinging to him and he sounds wistful if nothing else. and toward the end of the episode, he admits to eddie that him and natalia broke up. he dodges the question of why no matter how anyone asks throughout the rest of the season.

the rest of the cruise ship arc goes by and then its ep 100 and HOWEVER it happens (maybe its tommy, maybe its anything else I actually have no spec for this part) buck starts questioning his sexuality or just plain going "why the fuck not clearly I'm doing something wrong with the way I've been going about dating maybe its the fact that they've all been women" and starts thinking about dating men. he talks to eddie about it and eddie starts feeling some type of way but tries to be supportive anyways (and then immediately goes to bobby and begs for a transfer which is why bobby tells him he can't tell him how to feel about the job. jk but i actually have no idea where that line fits into any of this or what its about so we're ignoring it). eddie and marisol are still doing perfectly fine and going on casual dates atp.

then ep 5 rolls around, which looks like a pretty shenanigans filled episode, so it could mostly have nothing to do with the rest of the plot or it could have some of that underlying tension festering between buck and eddie, especially with a name like "you don't know me"

now starting with episode 6 I'm not totally decided where this spec plot would go but it can go a couple different ways. if episode 6 is the bachelor party episode only and there's no actual wedding the tension could just keep building OR there's actually gonna be a Moment. maybe nothing happens or maybe they get drunk and wake up in the same bed but even if they do they immediately start freaking out or avoiding each other and not acknowledging it. either way, the wedding will happen. it will be chaotic and insane and beautiful and by the end of the night buck is standing in his sad little corner watching everyone when hen or maddie comes up to him and he will finally admit that the reason why natalia broke up with him was because she knew he's in love with eddie. maybe eddie's also looking back at him or maybe he's glowing, twirling marisol around on the dance floor.

ORRRRRRR

nothing actually happens between buck and eddie after buck comes out. eddie and marisol break up sometime before the wedding/bachelor party for seemingly unrelated reasons. the bachelor party and wedding go off with several hitches but none involving buck and eddie's relationship. and then the next morning they wake up in bed together à la chandler and monica getting together in Friends.

#are there several holes in every single aspect of this #yes but mind your own business #the entire purpose of this post is so that I have all of my delusions in writing either to clap or point and laugh at once the season start #911 spoilers #lmao #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 speculation #weewoo brainrot

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katherinezeetajones · 1 year

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Valley Debutante

Summary: you are a new kid in town, suddenly embroiled in the world of karate... Your better angels tell you to join miyagi do—knowing the devil rests in cobra kai.

But my oh my... In the devil's den sits Tory Nichols.

And you have never wanted to dance with the devil as badly as you do now.

part one of five

Tory Nichols x female reader, teen and up, swearing, angst, bits of fluff, slow burn

—

'why can't your parents just have you enroll after summer break?' the thought occur to you, sighing wearily as you stuff your books into your new locker. You've been trying—and failing to adjust to your life as a transfer student in San Fernando Valley this whole week—and your peers are surprisingly cliquey about martial arts, which is something you haven't encountered before.

A fist suddenly slams the locker door right next to yours, making you wince. You look to the one doing it...

And it's the most gorgeous girl you've ever laid your eyes on.

Tory Nichols, whom you've only ever seen wandering the hallways when class isn't in motion.

"hey princess, how are you liking it here?" She asks you, her face a teasing smirk as she looks you up and down, settling her gaze on your lips... Whether she realizes it or not, that's what she's doing.

You raise an eyebrow, an honor roll student in the masterclass of being bullied your whole life. So you try to take the high road this time. Juvie is only gonna be breezy once, not so good two time around, turns out shattering your bully's teeth doesn't count as self defense. "It's nice. I find calculus hard,"

Tory scoffs at your response, looking over to her entourage of irritating looking boys with a disbelieving smirk. She looks back at you with an irked expression. "Yeah? Heard you were cozying up to Robby Keene the other day during chemistry. What do you gotta say about that?"

'oh, you're straight,' you thought to yourself, slumping your shoulder ever so slightly, in unearned disappointment. "There was no cozying up," you explain, much to her disbelief.

"then what was that?" She asks, leaning closer against you, trying to intimidate you.

You shrug. "Look, I'll be frank with you. I'm sorry if he's your boyfriend or something, but there was nothing going on. He was being helpful, that's all,"

She doesn't seem to buy it. Her face leans in closer to yours in the packed hallway, to no one's care. "Am I just supposed to believe that?" She sneers, her canines glinting in attempt to appear menacing.

You sigh, the closeness between you two not helping your newly developed crush on this girl you don't even share any classes with up to this point. "He's not my type, I'm... I'm gay,"

'fuck it, right? Why beat around the bush?'

You expect two reactions. One is of disgust, where she will back away and leave you alone or two; she will not believe you at all, and you get pummeled by the local bully.

But you didn't expect reaction three.

She backs off you slowly, with a soft "oh," under her breath. "Sorry," she mutters quietly, almost begrudgingly... Yet with the tenderness you don't expect from a girl of her archetype.

"it's okay," you shrug it off, and you exchange a split second of a charged eye contact with her...

...but before she could say anything in response, the school bell rings.

She looks at you with a troubled expression, wordlessly walking away to class.

Her entourage follows her, but one of them hangs back, sizing you up without any malice. He fishes out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag, handing it to you. "Pick a side, new girl."

You take the paper, and he walks away after Tory. You unfurl the paper, and it reads;

"JOIN COBRA KAI"

"STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY."

You wordlessly pocket the flyer, making your way to class.

—

One week later...

It finally happened. You finally share a class with Tory Nichols—PE.

She's hanging out with the Cobra Kai kids in the bleachers of the gym, talking animatedly with them, like a leader of the pack.

Her eyes land on you after wandering around the gym, and you wave her a hello, with a small smile.

She ignores it, of course. But being observant as you are, you also notice the amusement on her face, only there for a split second.

Your classmate and new friend Sarah nudges you with a disbelieving laugh, as you both get settled on the other side of the gym. "What the hell are you doing?"

You shrug. "Waving hi,"

"to Tory?" Sarah mutters in dismay. "You know she's like, the bad bitch of the school, right?"

"bad bitch isn't a bad thing," you argue.

Sarah narrows her eyes, unconvinced. "Yeah, no, when I said bad bitch, I mean she's a bad bitch, literally—she bullied the LaRusso kid to the next eon or something!"

'what is this, elementary school gossip?'

You don't believe Sarah. The Tory you met last week was, yes, rough around the edges; but there's a tenderness to her countenance that you don't really believe could bully someone to that extent. "Isn't that, like, the Cobra Kai thing?"

"yeah, Cobra Kai is bad bad, but also, Tory is a big bully; so it's better to just stay away from her and Cobra Kai in general," Sarah explains. You want to believe her, you do.

But you flit your eyes to Tory and her entourage in the other side of the gym, and you lock eyes with Tory yet again...

...and you may be imagining things, but you could've sworn her gaze softens as she looks at you.

But then she looks away.

Your attention is grabbed by the coach's whistle, echoing its brittle note around the gym as he passes the dodgeball to the biggest, meanest looking kid of them all.

You sigh wearily, standing up on your feet.

'Let the game begin.'

—

You rub the back of your thighs, red and sore from getting hit by the dodgeball. The class ended ten minutes ago, yet your heart is still pounding out of your chest from all the dodging you have to do—and you got off slightly worse than the others.

Your knuckles are bleeding, your left cheek is bruised; and somehow your toes are also on fire?

You sigh wearily as you grab your change of clothes from the gym locker, searching for any kind of ointment in there.

You didn't notice, but Tory is next to you, apprehensively offering you a tube of ointment without saying a word.

"oh, thank you!" Your eyes widen as you thank her. You take the ointment from her hand... your fingers brushing with hers, making her pull away abruptly.

Tory looks at your genuine expression of gratitude, shrugging. "It's just my old one. Dodgeballs in this school is brutal, so you gotta be prepared, princess."

You don't hate that nickname.

"thank you," you smile at her, clutching the rolled up tube of ointment as if it's your panacea. "Don't suppose you have an ice pack, too?"

Tory scoffs, amused. "You're out of luck,"

"ah well," you sigh dramatically. "Guess this'll have to do," you brandish the ointment she gave you gratefully.

You squeeze the contents out of the tube, rubbing the gel all over your sore spots, making you sigh as the cold sensation momentarily relieves you from the soreness.

Tory is still standing next to you, her face troubled.

"...yeah?" You ask her overstay on your side, and she looks at you, lost.

"why'd you do it?" She finally asks.

"do what?" You ask back, confused.

Tory groans under her breath. "Used yourself as a human shield earlier. During dodgeball,"

You raised your eyebrows, still rubbing the ointment on the back of your thighs. "Well, the kid's just a freshman—he was like, what, 4'5?"

"you don't even know anyone here," Tory said in disbelief. "Yet you did that,"

You stand up to your full height, shrugging. "I mean, it's just... Right, I guess?"

Tory scoffs in amusement, crossing her arms. "So you're a goody two shoe,"

You smile at her, shaking your head. "You did call me princess. Gotta live up to the name,"

You close up the tube, giving it back to her. Tory takes it, and you nod gratefully. You're about to leave the now-empty locker room, turning on your heels—but she stops you, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"wait," she mutters, almost too quiet to hear.

"yeah?"

"...Why did you tell me you're gay?" She asks, that seemingly being the thing that troubles her.

You smile at her with a shrug. "Honestly, I just didn't want to get beat up. You look like you could kill me,"

She looks at you, disbelieving. "So it's a lie,"

You shake your head. "No, I'm gay. I just don't want to beat around the bush, so I just told you,"

"even though I'm a complete stranger? What if I out you to the whole school?" She asks, astonished.

"but you didn't. Plus, I'm not really in the closet," you recount the facts, shrugging.

"I'm not your friend, princess. You can't go around telling strangers your identity,"

"we're friends now. You lent me your ointment," you decide, matter-of-factly.

She involuntarily let out a chortle, which she covers up with an almost bitchy flick of the fringe. "If you say so,"

You walk out of the locker room not long after, not realizing Tory is still watching you, with a newfound sense of amusement about you.

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One week later...

Summer break is really, really near. You wish it would come sooner, as you get antsy about this whole turf war between Cobra Kai and Miyagi-do, like a volcano that's about to erupt without giving anyone within a 30 mile radius any warning.

You're doing your new part time job as a smoothie barista at the mall, and you don't hate it. Bored without anyone walking in, you decide to go to the backroom to sort out inventory, a task you've been putting off for a while.

"Suzy, you mind covering my part behind the counter? I'm gonna do the inventory," you tell your middle aged co-worker of your task, which she waves off without giving a care in the world.

Nodding, you get into the backroom to get sorting.

—

Not even twenty minutes in, you begin hearing ruckus outside. You have half the heart to just stay inside, let whatever's going on out there blow over and then go out...

...but your better angels tell you to go outside and check. You have a middle aged co-worker, for crying out loud! It could get dangerous for them!

So out you go...

...and not even to your surprise, your peers from the two dojos are having a near-brawl in the middle of the mall, the air charged with tension around them.

You sigh. "This again?" You address Suzy, busy blending a smoothie in the juicer.

She shrugs. "kids gotta have hobbies. I guess the valley just need to deal with it,"

You look over the brawl's direction, not even realizing that your eyes are scanning for Tory—but she's not there. Should you be relieved or disappointed?

"you look disappointed," Suzy points out the obvious.

"I was just looking for someone," you shrug, trying to get back to work, despite the brawl going to happen.

A stray empty can cup whizz past you, knocking down the cardboard standee of the place you work in.

"guessing it's too early to clock out?" You ask Suzy, who only gives you a shrug.

The brawl is happening, going all out. Your peers from both dojos are pummelling each other with kicks and punches—all impressive, really, if you don't have a part time job to do; and if they're not knocking down everything they see in their path with their roundhouse kicks.

"shouldn't we call security or something?" You ask Suzy again, who doesn't give you any answer other than incomprehensible grunting.

The brawl makes their way into the smoothie bar, where you try—and fail; to defend the juicers' honors.

Everything gets knocked down, torn to pieces, shattered, and you try to stay away, backing yourself into a corner where they can't possibly get you.

...until a stray fist connects with your jaw, making you stagger backwards... And falling down on the fake grass of the smoothie bar isn't fun.

"are you okay?" An outstretched hand appears in your vision, amidst the blurriness of everything else after being socked in the face.

You take the hand, gingerly getting up. "I think so... I'm a bit dizzy from getting decked in the face,"

The voice laughs. Everything comes into focus, and the one helping you stand is none other than Tory... In a Dim Sum Express uniform. Still gorgeous. "Tory," you mutter, still groggy.

She laughs, not letting go of your sides until you seem fully aware. "Not used to being punched?"

"this is my first time, actually,"

"welcome to San Fernando Valley, princess." Tory fixes you an amused look, a small smile on her lips. "Now you gotta pick a side."

Before you can answer, a flock of security guards and cops file into the mall, breaking the brawl apart.

'Saved by the bell.'

...until they decided to handcuff you and Tory, too.

—

To be continued

#cobra kai x you #cobra kai x reader #tory nichols #tory nichols x reader #tory nichols x you #wlw imagine #cobra kai

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usedtobecooler · 2 years

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Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors DNI), lap dances, fingering (f receiving), squirting, PiV sex, dirty talk (kind of? idk), tiny bit of tenderness at the end. Word count | 3.2K A/N: i'm totally aware that i'm way out of my depth here with this HOWEVER somebody had to write my ultimate fantasy of giving eddie a lapdance to pour some sugar on me and here i am, fulfilling it myself. this is based in the Summer of '87, a year after the goings on of ST4, and if it wasn't obvious everyone is still very much alive. also thank you so much for the little amount of love on my last fic, it spurred me on for this one <3

It's the August of '87, Summer was almost over and your job at the local record store had paid so well that you were able to treat yourself to the brand new tape Walkman that had been taunting you in the window for months. Dave, the guy you worked with on occasion, had let you know about the new Def Leppard album, Hysteria, that had been released just days prior.

"It's gonna change your life," he'd buzzed, sliding the tape across to you over the counter. It cost $5, and you were wondering if you could spare it, but the cover work and track list that line the tape taunted you into buying it. You'd listened to some of their music before but you were personally more of a Sabbath girl, glam rock wasn't really your thing.

"Not Def Leppard," Eddie had groaned mere hours later when you appeared outside his trailer, a hot red flush on your cheeks from climbing the steep hill to the park in the heat of the Summer sun, "they fucking suck. They're the band your mom listens to when she's horny."

"Don't talk about my mom like that," you screw your face up at him in disgust, shoving your way past him into the darkness and heat of his home, no A/C because he was a stingy asshole who paid for nothing he didn't have to. You didn't want to think about your mom getting hot and bothered over some rock dude, it was gross.

"I'll fuck your mom," Eddie quips back, looking like he's actually contemplating it, "she's hot, just an older you but probably with a nicer rack."

You shoot him a look over your shoulder, a mixture of annoyance and confusion, "Shut up about my mom, I'll fuck your dad," the hint of a smile is in your voice as you flip open the cassette deck on Eddie's boom box, transferring your tape from your Walkman into it.

"Ha, my dad's dead," Eddie folds his arms on his chest triumphantly, a smug look on his face like he's proud of the fact his dad's dick is off the cards.

"Well look who the real loser is here." you mutter to yourself, making yourself busy with fiddling around with buttons to rewind the tape back to where you need it to be. You catch Eddie throwing himself down on his sofa out the corner of your eye, with a rolled blunt in one hand and a zippo in the other. His t-shirt rumples up a bit so a little expanse of his tummy shows and his legs are spread wide. He looks comfortable.

"Prepare to have your mind blown," you smirk, turning around to grin at him knowingly as the first bars of Pour Some Sugar on Me play. He looks at you with a quirked brow, interest clearly piquing as the riff kicks off.

The song just has this feeling to it, it makes you want to dance and rip your clothes off. It makes you feel sexy. Your best friend would call it a 'stripper song', and she'd be right because that's exactly how it felt. You feel your hips swaying to the beat, Joe Elliot's raspy voice sounding so good.

"What're you doing?" Eddie asks, confusion etching his features as you slowly slide your way over to him, his dark brown eyes looking blown out whilst they drink in the sight of you before him. Your black skirt and fishnets have a rumpled up, worn in look to them from working all day, your Metallica band shirt stuffed haphazardly into the waist line of your skirt, but you look so pretty.

"C'mon, Eddie," you giggle a little, shimmying your way over to his lap, just hovering as you look into his stunning dark eyes, "have some fun with me, let loose a little. This song is just so good it needs to be danced to."

"I'm not much of a dancer," Eddie breathes out, head feeling fuzzy and he can't tell if its from the weed or you. Maybe it's both, he's unsure. His hands are trembling a little, clearly unsure of what to do with himself, unlit half smoked joint now abandoned by his side.

"Well," you hum, finger tapping your chin like you're deep in thought, "how about I dance for you?"

Eddie chokes on his own breath, spluttering a little at what you're insinuating, "Dance for me?" he asks quietly, "As in?"

You don't dignify him with a reply, there's not long left of the song and you'll lose your nerve if you think too much about what you've just said, so instead you turn around so your back is to him, hands braced on his spread thighs as you nestle between them, swaying your hips from side to side in a sensual motion.

Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes going bug wide whilst he looks at the swaying of your ass in his face like this. "Can I touch you?" He asks, the words tumbling out like an intrusive thought before he can even stop himself. He internally cringes, prepared for you to say no.

The music is flowing through your body, all nervousness disappearing as you wiggle your ass back against him, just barely brushing along his jean clad crotch. "Of course you can," you say breathily, keening into Eddie's touch as his large hands grab at the meat of your thighs, fingers digging lightly under the material of your fishnets.

You honestly have no idea what's come over you, why this is even happening. You'd never thought about Eddie in this way before, he was just your weed dealer who you'd on occasion come to pester when there was nobody else around. All you spoke about was drugs and music, with the occasional joke thrown in, but there was nothing else to it.

God damn you, Def Leppard.

Your fingers run up your sides slowly, body still swaying to the song rhythmically and your ass occasionally rubbing back further to glide against Eddie's crotch. You don't miss the way his hands dig into your thighs deeper at that, short nails biting at your flesh deliciously.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off," you breathe out, shocked by the sexy way the words roll off your tongue. Your fingers grip the sides of your Metallica shirt and you take it off in one swift motion, leaving behind just the black lace of your bra to keep yourself covered.

The song is still playing loudly but the thrumming in your ears is blocking it out, just a faint 'pour some sugar on me, ooh in the name of love' gently being heard behind the buzzing. You tilt your head back so it's resting on Eddie's shoulder, his hair tickling the side of your face and neck, as you grind back with purpose now.

Eddie's eyes are glued to your tits, barely covered by the lace covering them still, he can see your erect nipples peaking out and his hands trail up the softness of your tummy slowly, the biting cold of his rings making you hiss a little, "Can I?" he asks, lips sweeping across your ear.

You just nod silently, watching his hands come up to cup the mound of your breasts, his fingers grazing your nipples softly making you moan quietly.

"Do you like that?" Eddie asks, only a little teasing in his voice. He was a guitarist in a band, he had his fair share of women. If you looked over onto his coffee table you'd see a pack of Trojan's hidden not so gracefully under a magazine, a tell tale sign that he was used to this. But nobody had ever done this for him before and you were different, he'd never figured you'd be interested in him in this way.

He'd thought about you sometimes, in his weaker moments with a hand wrapped loosely around his cock. He thought about your plump lips, your soft tummy that was covered up all the time, your thick thighs that were always nicely covered by a skirt or shorts. He didn't think you'd ever worn jeans around him before.

Eddie couldn't believe he was actually touching you and you were letting him, whilst giving him a lap dance nonetheless. His cock jumps when you moan right next to his ear, your hips still tantalizingly grinding up against him.

The song comes to an abrupt end, your hips stilling slowly as the tape fades into another song. Eddie thinks this is it and that's as far as he'll ever get, you'll put your shirt on, steal your tape back and excuse yourself from the trailer.

Only you don't do that.

Instead you turn around, leaning forward into his chest, "Do you want to feel how wet I am?" you ask quietly, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. You take Eddie's left hand and drag his palm under your skirt, letting him feel how hot and achy your pussy is through the lace of your black panties and the nets of your tights.

Eddie gasps quietly, letting his fingers run between your lips and, yeah, you've completely soaked through them. You've gotten this wet giving him a lap dance, "You've got more of these right?" He asks, slipping his fingers through your fishnets with purpose. You nod your head quickly and he takes that as his cue to bring up his right hand to meet his left and rip your fishnets apart, leaving just the lace of your panties in his way.

With one swift movement he flips you down onto the couch so you're on your back with him hovering over you. His eyes look wild, his skin flushed red and his fringe already starting to matte down to his forehead. You can't help but think he looks so beautiful like this.

"I'm gonna touch you now, is that okay?" Eddie asks and, god, he keeps asking and making sure you're okay and you've never had that before. Maybe he's too sweet and this is too perfect, maybe this is just a dream and not really happening. You nod your head anyway, then he's pushing your skirt up your hips and slipping your panties to the side.

It's almost as if he knows what you like immediately, his calloused guitar player fingers slipping between your folds to rub at the length of your cunt, gathering up the juices on his fingers. He slowly slips his middle finger into you, loving the gasp he elicits from your open mouth when the cool metal of his ring hits your entrance. His thumb comes up to play with your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your breath hitches, "Oh, Eddie," you moan, eyes slipping shut as he fucks you with his finger at an almost languid pace. The feeling of his thumb on your clit is mind blowing and soon his ring finger is meeting his middle and sliding into you with ease. Your back arches off the sofa, a soft mewl leaving your lips.

"Do you like that, hmm?" Eddie asks and the teasing tone in his voice is obvious now, you can tell he's smirking down at you even with your eyes shut. You feel his free hand come up to move the lace of your bra away from your left nipple, exposing it ever so quickly before his mouth comes down to latch around it.

"M'so close," you gasp, eyes opening so you can look at what he's doing to you, one hand coming up to grasp at Eddie's hair, the tip of his tongue lapping at your nipple feeling like absolute heaven, quiet little 'uh, uh's falling from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you quicker, his thumb on your clit matching the pace.

Eddie's mouth comes off of your nipple slowly, the grin on his face so wide as he watches you fall apart, your hooded eyes looking down at his dark brown ones, blown out with lust. He's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive, like he's starved and you're the first meal he's had all week. "Come for me then, sweet girl," his voice is deep, almost primal sounding and it has you falling apart. Your legs clamp together and shake violently as your cunt squeezes around his fingers sporadically, a sudden gush of wet forcing his fingers out of you.

You gasp loudly, not wanting to open your eyes because Eddie has pulled himself away from you, sitting back on his haunches to see the damp patch left on his sofa between your legs, "What the hell was that? Did you just squirt?" he asks, confusion in his voice.

"I am so, so sorry," you whine, throwing your arm over your face to mask the red of your cheeks, "I've only ever managed to do that to myself, I don't know what happened."

You babble on and on, muttering 'sorry's until Eddie hovers over you again, pulling your arm from your face, "Hey, look at me," he speaks, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand until you open your eyes begrudgingly, "don't apologise, I didn't even know I could do that to someone. It was... it was so hot."

Eddie's voice is gravelly and you can tell from the way he speaks that he means every word, that him making you do that turned him on as much as you enjoyed it. You let your eyes wander south now, and his cock looks painfully hard pressed up against the seam of his jeans.

"Can I?" You ask quietly, bringing your hand down to the front of his belt and sweeping your nimble fingers across it. Eddie nods wildly, brushing his hair slightly out of his face to watch you unbuckle his belt. You've done this before, he can tell by the way your hands don't shake and how you pull open his belt so easily, the way you unbutton and unzip his jeans in one motion.

Eddie helps you pull his jeans and checkered boxer shorts down over his thighs, but he doesn't miss the way you gulp and suck in air sharply as his cock is freed.

It's pretty, you think, as you take hold of it in your hand. From dark, curly hair that nestles at his pubic bone, the way it curves ever so slightly to the left, the dark red of the tip, shiny with precum. It's thick, but not too thick. It's long, but not too long. It fits Eddie perfectly, you can't explain how but it just does.

You give it an experimental tug and Eddie sighs loudly, head falling forward to watch your hand slide along his length, "If you keep doing this I'm gonna cum before we get to fuck," he chuckles, but there's an edge in his voice that you know means he's telling the truth.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You ask, batting your lashes at him, not missing the way his cock jumps in your hand a little. You release him from your grasp quickly, letting him adjust himself so he's back in between your legs perfectly.

Eddie grabs hold of his dick by the base, lets the tip of his cock catch and drag between the lips of your pussy, getting it all nice and wet. You moan, eyelids fluttering a little, as he breaches your entrance, your cunt swallowing up every inch of him like he's meant to be there.

"Fuck," Eddie moans, head falling forward as he bottoms out, "you have no idea how good you feel around me."

You feel so full with Eddie buried in you like this, you can feel his balls nestled at your ass, feel the roughness of the hair on his thighs on the backs of yours, you can even feel his cock twitch inside of you, "Move, please," you beg, shifting your hips a little to get him going.

Eddie does just that, pulling back then shoving himself back in to the hilt. He already has no restraint, you know this isn't going to last long. Not by the way he's already moaning and already quivering.

"Can't believe we're doing this, sweetheart," He moans, draping himself over you as he fucks into you quicker, a rhythm finally setting in, "I've thought about you before, about your pussy, your tits, your face as you cum. I've thought about it all."

You gasp into his ear at his admissions, legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he fucks you with purpose, his cock catching and dragging on that sweet spot inside of you, his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, "Really?" You ask, "What did I do in these fantasies?"

Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him, "Thought about your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you, thought about how your pussy would taste, how your mouth would feel around my cock. I bet you're so good with your mouth."

The moan that comes out of your mouth sounds absolutely feral, you grip hold of his chin with your hand to get him to look at you, your back arching as he fucks you deeper than before, "Fuck me until I can't remember my name."

It's like your words churn up something in Eddie's gut, because he's pushing your leg up to your chest, driving into you deeper and faster than before. The sounds are almost disgusting, the wet slap of his hips against your ass, the slick sound of his cock catching and dragging in and out of your cunt. It's delicious, he's driving you fucking wild.

"I'm gonna cum again," you pant, feeling it building up inside of you quickly, the tightening in your gut intensifying rapidly, "oh God, Eddie," when his name comes out of your mouth it's a loud cry, your cunt gripping around him sporadically as you shudder through your orgasm, hearing him grunt and moan above you as he drives into you faster than before, at an almost brutal pace.

"Oh fuck, fuck you feel so good, so good on my cock," Eddie groans, burying his face into your neck and biting down gently as he rocks into you roughly, cumming with so much intensity that he swears he's died and gone to heaven.

Your pussy is better than heaven, he thinks. He'd quite happily die now with his cock nestled inside of your tight heat.

He keens into your touch as you run your hands through his hair, burying them in when he slumps forward onto you, whole body going limp on yours.

"I take back everything I said about Def Leppard," Eddie mutters silently after a moment, mouthing still at your neck, "they clearly turn me on as well."

You can't help the little, barking laugh that escapes your mouth, that soon dies when Eddie catches your lips with his own, silencing you completely when his hand comes up to rest on the side of your neck, fingers behind your ear and nestled in your hair, thumb caressing your cheek. Kissing makes all of this real and wow his lips feel good. He's slow and gentle, kissing you slowly, completely different to the way you just fucked. It's nice, a stark contrast.

You'd talk about this soon, you were sure of it. But for now this was enough.

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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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Hiiii! I wanted to ask for an Yandere! hoseok x Fem!reader were they are in college and people are starting to disappear and the reader notices that it’s most of her friends and she soon finds out that Hoseok is the one killing them? And his reasoning is because obviously he likes her and wants her to himself and he’s jelly… it’s probably confusing lol

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Synopsis - Everyone is disappearing, and Hoseok seem to be the only one left for you.

Pairing - Yandere! Hoseok x Fem! Reader

Tags and Warnings - murder, violence towards reader, manipulation

Authors Note - This took me so long lol

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Going to college in pursuit of a graphic design degree was more than a stress rather than some casual learning. Plus being in this course meant that you were collaborative, and therefore made you have more friends than usual.

Friends that are quickly disappearing.

You never thought you'd be in a place where your constantly paranoid if your next. Constantly looking and watching.

This feeling washed over you, your feet carrying you to your next class. You walked in and sat in your usual spot, Hoseok already next to you.

He was so energetic when it came to being in such a boring course. He was a dance major and only took the course as something fun. Only to realize he didn't care for the course at all. Instead spending that time to dote on you.

Hoseok always had your seat empty, a bottle of water, and a random snack. Everything about him screamed boyfriend material but you wouldn't want to ruin the bond you built with him. So you kept those feelings to yourself.

As you sat down Hoseok leaned over and wrapped his arm around your neck, pushing you closer too him. “You look cold, what did I tell you about bringing a jacket?” Hoseok immediately went to his doting antics.

“Sorry Hoseok, my mind has been… just everywhere.” You said leaning into the man's touch. “Everyone I know is going missing Hoseok. And I can't help but think is it because of me…”

Hoseok took a deep breath in. His hand rubbed on your shoulder, his head falling on the other. “Dont worry, just keep your mind off of that stuff.” You let out a deep breath, giving a small glace to one your last friends. He gave you a large smile, a signature of his you've grown to love. “Now how about we do the usual and pay absolutely no attention to this class huh?”

You laughed and placed your head on his shoulder. Your head dug into his chest, his body heat transferring to you.

❤️‍🔥

“You like her huh?” Hoseok held a crowbar. He swung at the corpse of one of your close friends. He couldn't even remember her name as he went in. He took another swing at the girls dead corpse.

“You can't have her… she's fucking mine.” He seethed looking at the room he'd made within his apartment. It was just for you, as he's thought of everything. "All... All you guys want is to lay with her and corrupt her beautiful mind."

Who knew that he would keep this going for over a week or two. Even after you told him your worries, he just couldn't stop.

But drawn from his trance his target's phone went off.

“Shit you were supposed to pick up my love tonight huh?” He kneeled towards the body. “Don't worry, I'm gonna go get her alright? I'm ... I got her..."

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The sidewalk you walked on was dark. The trees and night sky shaded your journey back to your dorm. Who would've known that the friend that brought you everywhere would end up leaving you alone? This led you to have to walk to your local grocery store and back. The walk wasn't too long, just all depended on the business of the store. More people would mean a longer trip and vice versa.

So whenever a car slowed down next to you, rolling the window down, revealing Hoseok, you were a little more than relieved. “What ya doing all alone out here?” He asked, slowing driving alongside you. His almost white hair shimmered in the moonlight.

“I can't drive and I refuse to take the trolley. So I'm walking.”

Hoseok let out a sigh and put the car in park. “Get in, I'll take you home.” You stared at him before rolling your eyes and opened his car door. As you stepped in his car, something felt off. Immediately it was uncomfortable, the smell was something that stood out. You looked around, closing the door, Hoseok pulling off.

You looked towards the ground seeing a small glimmer of light. As you hit a bump, the phone turned on, showing a picture of you and your friend Maria.

Maria was supposed to pick you up tonight.

You let out a small gasp, Hoseoks face turning towards you. “What's up?”

“Um. Nothing.” You said looking back. The sight before you, nearly made you throw up. Maria's hand separated from her body sat out in the open. The smell was coming from whatever was back there. “I think I want to get out now.”

“Why? You just got in here.” Hoseok said letting out a small chuckle.

“Let me out you fucking murderer!” You yelled going for the car door.

It was locked.

“What are you talking about? I'm- Ohhh.” Hoseok started to chuckle to himself. But he kept driving, passing up the dormitory. You banged on the window, screaming out. Hoseok just kept laughing, taunting you. The entire situation nauseated you. "You were always so smart. That's what drew me to you in the first place."

“I did it all for us. Those people! They only wanted to use you. But I would never do that to you.” He said, hand coming to your bare thigh. You tried to pry his hand off, but he proved to be stronger.

“Your just jealous, and… need help!” You cried as finally he pulled into a miscellaneous driveway. Hoseok put the car in park before smiling at you. His hand went to your face as he grabbed at your arm. You bit at his finger, Hoseok reeking back and hissing. His other hand went to the back of your head, slamming it down on the dashboard knocking you out.

Hoseok smiled leaning over kissing at your head. He'd finally got what he wanted.

Peace.

He hummed a small tune taking in the situation. He was never going to let go of you.

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere jung hoseok #bangtan jhope #j hope bts

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iicheeze · 1 year

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How to live a normal high school life while also being kind to people Guide 101 ♡

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS GUIDE IS SUPPOSEDLY TO LIVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, NOT ATTRACT A POTENTIAL LOVESICK PERSON STALKING YOU JUST BECAUSE OF ONE SIMPLE ACT OF KINDNESS!

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, and murder.

pairing: Yandere Dainsleif x Gender Neutral Reader

This is an inspiration to the game The HappyHills Homicide.

Step 1 : Do NOT stand out, do not socialize or interact with popular students. Do not dress up differently than the others. Do not act as if you're a headless chicken. If so, you will attract attention.

You've always wanted to live a normal high school life. Just a few friends, some homeworks here and there, and not attracting attention. Middle school hit you HARD. So you basically crave not getting attention.

Step 2 : Do not be afraid to socialize as well. Remember, you're trying to live a normal high school life. Being alone will also potentially attract attention. You don't want to be called the quiet kid, do you?

It's day four in your first week of high school, and congrats! You got yourself a friend. Her name is Xiangling. She's very passionate about cooking, though, she could be a little handful at times. But she's a very good friend other than that! (Plus, her cookings taste delicious. But, we don't include that.)

Step 3 : Remember, be kind to others. Whether they deserve it, or not. You don't wanna stoop to their level. Assert dominance by being fair. And by fair, I mean kind.

It's now week three of your high school, and you noticed an.. outcast? Of some sort. You heard that he was from a dirty land, and has a weird mask on his left eye. Saying that he doesn't deserve anything good coming to him. All you hear about him are just mocks and insults. You couldn't help but be sorry for him.

Step 4 : Do NOT befriend the outcast of your school. That will instantly put a spotlight on your head. Obviously you'll become a source of attention, and not a very good one either. After all, they ARE the outcast for a reason.

“ H - Hi! I noticed that you always come here at lunch time. AND- AND! In case you're wondering, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just wondering if you need a little company. You've.. always seemed lonely. ”

Step 5 : Remember to raise your hand at times in class so you don't get targeted by teachers. Don't answer too many questions, though. Otherwise your class will view you as the smart kid, when in reality, you're just paying attention to the teacher's explanations.

“ Hey, Dain! Do you know the answer to this one? I uhm.. Answered a question like this in class but I forgot.. ” You scratched the back of your head, sweat dropping. “ It's 46. ” Dain responded, not bothering too nervous to look at you. “ Oh, right! Thanks! You're always so smart, next time, I'll be the one answering the question you don't know the answer to! ”

Step 6 : In any way possible, avoid to get one of the important roles in any high school event. Just be a bystander. You're living a normal high school life, not an attention deprived high school life.

“ Dain! Do you um.. Maybe want to go to prom with me? Xiangling's too busy to come and.. I don't wanna go to prom alone. ” Seriously? You're asking him to prom? Him? The outcast? “ I'm.. sorry. But I'll have to decline. ” A frown then appeared at your face, disappointed. “ I'm not fond of attention. But.. We could maybe dance.. At my place. If you insist. ” Looks like you're getting the dance, just not at school grounds.

If you're doing this guide correctly. Congratulations! You now have yourself a normal, average high school life! Free from any kinds of attention! If you aren't, clearly you did at least one step wrong. Oh well, can't reverse it now.

Dainsleif already knew what he was gonna get into. He knew that he's always gonna be the outcast, no matter how many times he transferred to another school. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. If he's getting educated, then it's better than nothing.

But then, you appeared. It was a bright, hopeful light in his dark, twisted world. But he doesn't know what kind of a person you are. He has met many, many people. Obviously you're just gonna stab him in the back, make up some stupid, untruthful rumors about him.

But you didn't, he even stalked observed you. Yet, you didn't do anything his mind imagined. You were just a kind, pure soul. Untainted from the ugly, dirty world he belongs.

Yet, he wonders. Why? Why are you giving him your kindness? Your time? Your warmth? He believes that he is a stained, dirty soul. He was born in a dirty land, after all. So why?

He couldn't take it. He really can't. You felt like a drug to him. Each time he spent his time with you, each food he shared together with you, each touch he shared with you. It felt like ecstasy. So addicting, so joyful. So warm.

He couldn't help but feel the need to protect you. The world could destroy your fragile soul so easily. It went to the point where he felt like it's not a want anymore. It's a need. He has to protect you. He will protect you.

After all, that's what he's doing when he's burning one of the jocks in his school that was bothering you to help him. He's protecting you. It's alright, right?

After all, it's necessary for him to shoot the teacher who's always done nothing but give him false information as ‘ proper education ’ with a crossbow multiple times to his body as he begs for mercy. He's protecting you, you could've been the teacher's next victim if he transferred to another school.

Even though he used to feel dirty, to have blood on his hands. He doesn't, not anymore. Not when you gave him your sweet smile. Not when you embrace him to a hug. Not when you spend time with him, not caring for a single thing in the world. Just him and you. Just him and you. Just him. And you.

He made a promise to himself to get rid of anyone in his way just to finally be with his beloved.

“ Soon. ” Dainsleif muttered, wiping the fingerprints off the machete his classmate owned. Not bothering to clean the blood off the same machete. “ We'll be together soon, my love. ”

“ Once I finish repenting from my ‘ sins’ .. Only then will I be worthy to be seen as your partner. ” A sick, twisted smile came into the view. As he finally finishes the bloody writing on the wall.

‘ I AM RETRIBUTION. ’

Author's Note: I like HappyHills Homicide ^^

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

Kinktober Day 15 - Squirting

"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon.

"Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out. "What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all.

Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked. "I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.

"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips.

"I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath. "Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.

He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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soft-for-yoongi · 6 months

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Hi!!

15. 😬🎤💬👀😰🤢😵‍💫🫠🏥😭🤮

(could it be with Taehyung as the sickie and one of the hyung line members as a caretaker? If not that's fine)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretaker: Seokjin

Tw: vom**, emeto, passing out, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 525

Enjoy!!!!! There's a few more to come!!

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Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.

And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.

A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.

Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.

"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.

"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.

"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.

"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.

"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.

Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.

"Shh, you're going to be fine. You have all these people helping you." Seokjin comforts, catching the members' gazes through the doorway. He will be fine.

#bts #bts!sickfic #soft-for-yoongi writes #emeto #bangtan #emeto mention #emeto fic #sickfic #vomit mention #sick #taehyung #sick!taehyung #caretaker!seokjin #fainting #tw emeto #emoji sequence #tw vomit #anon ask

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Talk Hockey To Me

( @ghostgeno's tag game)

The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Started reading “hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play)” by @buckyismybicycle while it was ongoing because even though I was 1) completely uninterested in hockey and 2) also uninterested in Stucky as a ship, this specific author’s works have always been phenomenal and with each new chapter email I started getting more and more intrigued until I eventually gave in and started reading it (literally so worth it everyone should read it). In the end notes of each chapter, HR (the author) would add some fun facts and extra context for the hockey related stuff (considering it’s a whole hockey AU) that made me go “huh that sounds fun” more than once but I was still not super into the hockey thing.

Until.

I reached the chapter with a beautifully written match and I was like???? Is hockey like this irl?????????? This sounds so good?????????? Cue YouTube hacking into my brain and suggesting me hockey compilations which included the infamous Lick. I saw this random man just being a menace to everyone and decided he is now the love of my life. (i usually omit the stucky fic part bc ppl have opinions about marvel that i do not want to hear lol. so if i told you abt this before without the full context i'm sorry!!)

Your first ever fandom friend

@hard4softthings !!!! Love is stored in the ao3 comment section uwu

The jersey you would most like to own

I can’t pick one so I’m just gonna list in descending order: Marchand home jersey (with a C !!!!!!!!😤) , Pasternak (also home. Sorry it’s just nicer than the away version) , Quinn Hughes (the pride one because I’m obsessed with the design it’s so pretty)

YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

The rat king himself 🖤💛🖤💛🖤 can u tell I have a favorite

A pairing that deserves more fic

Sid/Ovi ‼️ tuukks/pasta and Brady/Quinn too, there’s just so much potential for them.

Your favourite on-ice moment

Picking is difficult so you’re just gonna get a bunch <3.

Bertuzzi stealing cousin’s stick and trying to break it

Marchy kidnapping The Child

pigeon

dancing with the stars

tuukks Exhibiting homicidal tendencies (rightfully so)

flower wanting to feel included

whole team under arrest

Brady Tkachuk: why is there a fucking animal loose on the ice he’s going to give me rabies

marchy waving to a booing crowd

marchy blowing kisses to a booing crowd

flower asserting his dominance tripping TWO first round picks

Quinn Hughes seeing a fight break out and says ✨no✨

Marner spinning like a ballerina

+ link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

ART:

this ADORABLE mcdrai art by @saviorified

MattMcDrai art by @adelphenium , obsessed with the blushing and the HAIR plz it’s so cute.

Awfully pretty sid and geno art by @ceanspam

Captaincy transfer by @adelphenium I’m so weak for rat marchy, and ALSO bergy’s eyes <33333 i’m so <33333

the kiss of life by @stillfertile

FICS:

The “All Caps” series by @makeit-takeit rewired my brain I’ve reread it countless times i think i can recite it by heart.

“hard to be soft, tough to be tender” The Hanahaki fic by @hardforsoftthings I love love love the emotional progression AND denial in both of these fics (also, horny. Thank u)

speaking of which, in less emotionally charged and more horny fics, the “spit cup” and “scratch that itch” non-traditional omegaverse doulogy by @ whitchbhitch (i do not know their tumblr)

+ link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

I’m honestly really proud of my flowertalbo fic, “Inevitably you will burn (as all living things do)” it’s really short (646 words) but I think I did a good job on it :>

Also, I find myself coming back to this one McDrai crack fic, “Oh Puck No!” idk what possessed me to write it but I had fun with it and i still find it silly and enjoyable lol

no pressure tags: @lindholmline @darkangel0410 @gilliebee @owchar1ie and anyone else who wanna do this!!!

#tag game #i'm not sure about the etiquette of tagging people i'm not familiar with but. yea #hope y'all don't mind <3

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