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[kaciidubs]

Pearl Necklace

❣ Summary: In which Chris gives you a personally made pearl necklace. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Smut, no plot, blowjob, cum play ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Baby, Channie, Lover Boy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty, Princess, unedited, ive been so busy with life and stuck in a writing rut so please take this as an unnecessary apology ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Baby…” 

Your dramatic drawl came with the equally dramatic act of draping yourself over Chris’s body, effectively gaining his attention from whatever video he was watching on his phone as he happily welcomed your weight sinking him further into the couch. 

“Can I ask you something?”

He laughed, tilting his head, “I’d be surprised if you did all that with the intention of not trying to get my attention - what’s up, baby?”

“Can you give me a pearl necklace?”

The twinkle in your eyes did nothing to explain away your sudden request - you weren’t the type to usually wear accessories as it was already, so the desire for a pearl necklace out of any other form of jewelry had him raising an eyebrow.

“Pearls? Like, pearl beads? I mean…” Glancing at his phone, he swiped at the screen to pull up Google, “We can look up some places that sell them if you really want it, I think I can find a few stores that-”

Your hand swiftly slipped his phone from his hold before locking it and stashing it near the couch pillow underneath his head, dismissing his growing confusion with a charming smile.

“Actually, I was thinking that we could make it together.”

“Oh?” 

Do-it-yourself, of course - he loved when you had little projects you wanted to include him in, even if the outcome sometimes didn’t go to plan, it was the quality time that mattered the most.

“Sure, I’m down for that,” he sat up while you rose to sit in his lap properly, his hands resting on your bare thighs, “did you buy the stuff already? Do we need to go shopping?”

You shook your head, pink tongue peeking out to wet your lips, “Nope, everything we’d need is right here.”

A devilish swivel of your hips, loose pajama shorts almost becoming an invisible barrier against his worn basketball shorts, and his confusion spiked up once again.

“Pretty, what- Wait a second-” Hands gripping the width of your hips, he tried to will away the near instant reaction his body always had when it came to you, “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to make a necklace-”

“I do.”

Normally, your nod of agreement would’ve been enough to clear the air, but when you pulled your oversized t-shirt up and off of your body, the layers only deepened.

“So why are you taking off your clothes? Not- Not that I’m complaining, I just…” His train of thought began to trail off with the drifting of his eyes down your neck, following the contours of your collarbones to the swells of your chest he’d been acquainted with time and time again. “Are we actually making a necklace here or…?”

“We are,” leaning forward, you placed a featherlight kiss to his pouty lips, “we just need to do a few extra steps first.”

Chris designed a few pieces of jewelry in his lifetime, and though he wouldn’t say he’s an expert when it came to the actual crafting of the pieces, he’d be inclined to assume that the process of making a necklace didn’t involve his girlfriend on her knees, giving him the best head of his life - granted, he always considered everything she did for him as the best in his life, but his point still stood.

“Fuck… Just like that, baby- Oh, god-” His head fell against the back of the couch, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tip press against the back of your throat again. “‘S so good, baby - you’re so fucking good, pretty girl.”

You hummed around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pulled off of him with a wet pop - lips glistening in a mixture of saliva and precum that put any form of lipgloss to shame.

“Just ‘good’, Channie?” Voice laced with teasing allure, you held the base of his cock as you laved your tongue along one of his balls, sucking at the skin and smirking at the kick of his leg in response.

He choked on a moan, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion while the other ran through his hair “Baby, please - I can’t- fuck- can’t really think while you’re doing this!”

Giving his other ball the similar treatment, you littered open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock, “Mm… Can you look at me then, lover boy?”

To be honest, he wasn’t even sure when he had closed his eyes to begin with, but lifting his head and directing his full attention to you made him realize why keeping them closed was working in his favor.

Hypnotizing sultry gaze behind lidded eyes, your lips resting perfectly against his shaft as your hand gripped the base of his dick with practiced perfection - if he even dared to look any further then he’d see the utterly filthy line of saliva coating your chin, or the way your free hand was making itself busy between your legs.

The twitch of his dick was all you needed to feel to know that you had him right where you wanted him, a satisfied smile curving the corners of your lips as you pumped your fist.

“Ready to make that necklace for me?”

His breath hitched, lips parting to let out a shivering moan as he frantically nodded, “Y-Yeah- Shit, yeah - gonna make you look so pretty, princess.”

Your eyes sparkled, a giddy expression almost overtaking the utter lust exuding from you as you doubled your efforts with your hand - the wet, slick sound floating through the air while you jerked him off.

Chris fought the roll of his eyes as he focused on your goal-driven face, bucking into the drag of your palm as if he were truly fucking you, until the pressure in his abdomen became too much to bear.

“I’m gonna come, baby- Oh, god, yes- Y-Yeah, yeah-” His hand flew from the couch and wrapped around your own, angling his dick toward your chest with panted breaths, “I-I’m coming - I’m coming, f-fuck-”

The first splatter of cum landed directly on your neck, dripping its way toward your clavicle and between your breasts. Tilting your head back just a bit, you felt the warmth of his cum land around the curve of your neck, painting a shaky line of white against your skin with each shivering pass of your combined hands.

He let out a strained grunt as the last few drops dotted your cleavage, using your hand to thoroughly milk himself of the final remains before effectively melting into the couch with a worn sigh.

“So…” Giggling, you dropped your chin to get a better look at your exhausted boyfriend, “How do I look?”

Looking down, he noted the way his release seemed to follow the downward curve before either spilling down your collarbones or further filling out the line down your clavicle, adding a sort of teardrop design to your necklace.

“Honestly?” A breathless giggle escaped him as he reached his non-soiled hand out toward his phone, “How about I take a picture to show you, then we can work on adding some accessories to go with it.”

Safe to say, this wouldn’t be the last pearl necklace you’d receive from him.

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[peachhcs]

losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

—

gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

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trinkets

A/N: so I woke up this morning thinking about Dieter & gumdrop—better known as trash panda and trash possum 🥺 I just love how silly they are together and I hope y’all do too!

~word count: 1.9k~ yeah—idk what happened lol

Summary: Dieter almost burns his script in front of the director, you’re at home writing Din Djarin fanfiction on your tumblr account, Oh! And something about Dieter cloning his cock in silicone?

Pairing | dieter bravo x f!reader

Warnings: none, fluff, implied smut (phone sex bby), language, dirty talk, dieter and the reader being a menace together, one mention of drugs, readers nickname is gumdrop/trash possum, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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When Dieter is away for a new filming project, you end up house sitting for him because there is no one that he trusts more, (outside of his agent) than you, his gumdrop. Plus, he’s secretly hoping that if you spend more time in his home, that you’ll be open to moving in with him. It’s his genius plan that he of course came up with when he was stoned out of his mind.

He didn’t realize that he could just ask you to move in with him. That was far too simple!

So, for the month that Dieter was away filming, you were lounging in his home like a house cat. He called you multiple times a day to check in on you, and because he missed your voice terribly.

“What have you been up to today, gumdrop?” He was hunched over the side of his hotel bed at an awkward angle. It was a terrible day on set. He was used to the director making last minute changes to the scene, tweaking irrelevant details and minor character traits that no one would pay attention to. Dieter, however, was not prepared for his character's redemption arc to be completely fried to bits.

He compared it to what happens to an egg when you crack it on a pan that is too hot, and the whole thing ends up burnt and crusted onto the pan.

He was furious, and instead of just sticking it through, he stormed off set after he threatened to quit the film entirely.

“Hey, Dee!” You chirped enthusiastically through the receiver. “I’m out by the pool, with a fresh glass of homemade iced tea, and I’m finally getting to write the bit where my slow burn lovers are finally going to kiss!”

He felt his lips curving upwards into a lopsided smile at your enthusiasm as he pictured you in your sunglasses, typing away on your laptop, eyes dancing, little giggles slipping past your lips because he knew just how badly you wanted to write this next part.

“I miss you so fucking much, my little trash possum.” He sighed, scraping his hand down his face before he fell back against the comforter. “This is about that tin helmet dude, right? With the little green guy?”

“Oh, Diets, I miss you too, trash panda.” You paused your typing, reaching for your glass of iced tea and took a sip. “Yes, baby. Din Djarin and Grogu. Speaking of, when you come home next month, do you wanna go to Disneyland?”

“Are Din and the reader finally gonna kiss? Shit, is he gonna take his helmet off and break the creed? Please tell me he takes the helmet off!” He felt like one of your fellow dedicated readers on tumblr, anticipating when you would post the next chapter to one of your many prolific series. “Baby, I would absolutely love to go to Disneyland with you when I get home.”

You giggled softly, shaking your head and set your glass back down on the nearby table. “Dee, I can’t spoil it! You know this, baby. You’re just gonna have to wait for the update like everyone else.” You typed in a few more words to add to the current sentence you were working on before saying, “how’s filming going? Shouldn’t you be on set right now, baby?”

“Well, if I were the tin helmet man, I would absolutely take my helmet off and break my creed for you, Meshla. And then after that I would—” he grumbled and rolled over onto his stomach, “I left set because this fucking director is completely trashing the redemption arc that my character is supposed to have! I had all these cool ideas that pretty much have now just been flushed down the toilet, and I may, or may not have threatened to quit.”

“How romantic, Dee. You’d break your creed for me?” Your lips curved downwards into a set frown when he explained to you what happened on set. “Oh, Dieter, I’m so sorry. Why the hell would the director do that? It sounded like before that it was going really well, too.”

“I’d break every creed for you, gumdrop. But yeah, the guy is on fucking crack, I swear. It’s making my job so much more fucking difficult. Y’know, I thought that after winning my first Oscar that people in this bloodsucking industry would actually take me seriously. Guess not, huh? Guess I’m still just a fuckin’ joke in Hollywood’s eyes.” He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his ringed thumb and forefinger to suppress his oncoming tears.

“Baby, you are not a joke in Hollywood’s eyes, okay? If you and the director aren’t seeing eye to eye, I think you should give it one last shot to try and meet a middle ground? If he doesn’t budge, then I fully support you in quitting this job. You’re so passionate about your work, Dee. No reason to be pulling teeth just for a paycheck.” You reassured him, setting your laptop off to the side now so you could give your boyfriend your undivided full attention.

“And this is why I fucking love you, gumdrop. You always know how to validate me and talk me down. What the fuck would I do without you?” He stifled a chuckle. “So, I think I’m gonna give myself another hour to be pissed and grouchy about this, and then I’m gonna march my ass back to set, and give this dude a piece of my fucking—”

“Dieter.” You softly warned him.

“Baby, I’m kidding. But I am gonna try and see if he and I can reach a middle ground. And if we can’t, well, guess I’m coming home early, trash possum.”

“As much as I would love to see you sooner, I want this role to work out for you, Dee.”

“Me too, gumdrop.” He scratched at his beard with a sigh, and just when he was about to say more, there was a knock at his door and the familiar chime of his agent's voice. “I’ll call you later, okay? Cause I wanna hear all about the tin man kissing the reader, finally.”

“Okay, baby. Just remember, you’re my Dieter Bravo, and I’m so proud of you.”

“Love you to the moon and back, trash possum. Catcha on the flipside.” He ended the call, tossing his phone to the side and droned out, “You may enter.”

-

Later in the evening, and you were finalizing the final draft of the chapter, Dieter texted you and told you that the conversation with the director went well, and things were back on track.

Dee! This is great news, baby! I’m so happy for you 💗

Me too! He actually agreed that destroying my character's redemption arc was piss-poor writing, and he’s gonna have a new script ready for me in the morning. Did Din finally kiss the reader?

See what happens when you just communicate? So proud of you, baby. And maaaaybe. I just finished finalizing the chapter and now I just have to post it! 🤭

See, now if I never met you, I probably would have torn the guy a new one and then set the script on fire right in front of him. Y’know, like that scene in the Social Network, where Andrew Garfield’s gf sets the scarf on fire in his trash can? CLASSIC! Anyway, I’m gripping the edge of my seat! I can’t wait to read, gumdrop.

Ohhh! Yeah, that scene is a classic! I’m glad that you didn’t set your script on fire, Dee. I should have the chapter posted within the hour. Oh! And before I forget, when you come home next month…I have a surprise for you x.

Shiiii is it you naked in my bed and touching yourself? Is that the surprise? 🥵

Well that’s part of it! Butttt you’ll just have to wait and see! 😉

Oh, sure, tease me, why don’t ya? Got my cock stupid hard already, you little filthy thing.

Pics or it didn’t happen!

Tell me if Din and the reader kiss, then I’ll send you a pic ;)

You are a little shithead

Tell me something I don’t already know, gumdrop 🥰

Fine. Fine. They kiss! He takes his helmet off, but she doesn’t see his face. She keeps her eyes closed because she doesn’t want him to break his creed for her 🥺

Damn, that just made my heart & my cock ache :( Din is such a romantic! Be still, my foolish heart. Your readers are gonna eat that shit up, babygirl.

Please show me. That clone your willy dildo you got me just isn’t the same. And yeah, he is such a romantic! Just like you 💗

Oh, fuck. Are you using it on yourself right now? Hold on, I’m gonna FaceTime you! I need to see this for myself 😉

I miiight be.

Seconds after sending that text, Dieter FaceTimes you and his freehand is already slowly and gently fisting his cock in your view just as he sees you fucking yourself with the silicone dildo of his cloned cock.

“So pretty, good golly. You take my fake cock so well, gumdrop.”

-

It’s hours before Dieter’s flight into LAX is expected to arrive. You had just finished moving in all of your belongings from your apartment, including all of your silly little trinkets and knick knacks that you have now displayed on every available surface in his home.

Tiny animal figurines, built lego sets, little trinkets and bobbles and you even went and bought a cabinet to store yours and Dieter’s Funko Pop collection. Little pieces of yourself and your exuberant personality were scattered about the house. You were, in some ways, like a crow; you loved to collect pretty and shiny things.

When Dieter arrived home, bag slung over his shoulder, and under his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the stack of cardboard boxes neatly stacked next to the front door and his heart immediately swelled at the sight.

“Gumdrop?” He called for you, kicking his shoes off on the rainbow doormat next to yours.

He padded further into the house, stopping at the cabinet with your shared Funko Pop collection and into the kitchen where he saw that along the window sill, you had an array of different animal figurines lined up in a row, and the very first two animals were a little ceramic racoon and possum.Then he finally saw you, lounged out by the pool, typing away like a maniac on your laptop.

He dropped his bag to the floor and pulled open the sliding back door to accompany you outside.

You looked up from the screen at the familiar sound, lips curving upwards into a grin that stretched across your entire face. “Dieter!” You said enthusiastically, setting your laptop off to the side and ran over to him, nearly slipping into the pool on your way because you were so excited.

He met you halfway, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you so tightly it felt like the oxygen was being crushed out of your lungs.

“Hey there, my little crow. You moving in or something?” He said teasingly, loosening his grip around you as your arms looped around his neck, “Cause, I was gonna ask you to move in at some point but I just—”

You shushed him with a kiss, molding your lips against his in a warm embrace. “Surprise.” You carded your fingers through his hair, tugging him in closer, “You’re stuck with me now, trash panda.”

He smiled against your lips, kissing you back deeply, giving your ass a playful squeeze as you yelped in surprise, giving him full access to lick into your mouth, “Wouldn’t’ want to have it any other way, trash possum.”

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[onabat11e]

Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!

ona would just send lucy this meme:

jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)

Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby

Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 

Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.

Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭

Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 

Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 

She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 

Ona: that outfit is doing things to me

Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you

Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 

She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 

Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 

Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 

Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 

Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(

She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 

Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 

The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 

Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby

The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 

Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me

She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.

Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.

Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 

~

After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 

27 new messages. 

Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 

She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.

Lucy: oh my god ona?!

Lucy: fuck that’s so hot

Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u

Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)

#ona batlle #lucy bronze #luna #answered #my writing #drabbles #ona batlle smut #lucy bronze smut #woso smut #i wanted to just put the meme but i started thinking about ona touching herself to lucy and um #yeah lol #if theres typos im so sorry but slay i finally posted smth again

[anotherobeymeblog]

Obey Me Unkinked Pegging Ficlets Pt. 1 (Older Brothers)

Okay okay quick context for people who need it: unkinked pegging is the idea that pegging is ultimately just another type of sex and isn't inherently kinkier than if it were, say, two cis lesbians using the strap-on. Not gonna write a whole essay on why that is, you're welcome to google it, but as an afab person who is viscerally horrified by the idea of being penetrated, it's an idea that I subscribe to whole-heartedly.

Ofc I do still greatly enjoy kinky strap-on smut, I just thought there isn't enough vanilla pegging porn out there, so I am happy to provide. Younger brothers and now-datables coming soon! Also maybe I'll expand some of these sometime? Idk. Reader is afab but gn.

Lucifer:

The room was almost silent, save for the occasional wet sounds that arose from Lucifer slowly lowering himself onto your strap. If you didn't know him better, you'd doubt he was even enjoying himself, with the way his face seemed so unbothered and his breathing was barely laboured at all. But you did know him. You could see the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly, the subtle wash of pink over his cheeks, the way his eyes briefly glazed over when you brushed against something wonderful inside of him.

Your hands began to glide up from where they had been resting on his hips until your fingers threaded gently into his dark hair and you leaned forward to press your forehead against his. You could feel the puff of air that left his nostrils as he smiled, and he closed the gap between you until your lips met. Your nails gently scratched along his scalp as you returned the kiss, eliciting a low rumble of contentment from his chest.

When you finally pulled back for air, you couldn't help but admire his slightly reddened lips and half-lidded gaze. His eyes, usually sharp and alert, were growing hazy with pleasure, though they still looked directly into yours until his head fell lightly forward to trail slow kisses along your shoulder. If you blinked, you'd miss the way his hips began to move subtly faster and ground down against yours to seek out more friction. His breath was hot against your skin, the cool air of the room causing it to condense into a thin sheen of moisture on your clavicle.

He was getting close now, you could tell, but you didn't realize just how close until your only warning came in the form of a sharp inhale, followed by his hips stuttering as he came. Even so, he didn't pull off of you right away, instead lingering with you still inside of him as you felt him finally relax against you. No words were exchanged, as if your voices may shatter the spell that had been cast over the room, but they weren't needed. His arms coiled around you and subtle smile pressed into the crook of your neck told you everything you needed to know.

Mammon:

"Oh my god, can you hold still for ten seconds?" You pressed for forehead against Mammon's as you laughed, adjusting your hips yet again after the strap had slipped out of Mammon's ass for the third time that night.

"I am holding still! You're just clumsy!" Even as Mammon protested, his eyes were glittering playfully and he wrapped his legs around your waist to pull you in closer.

"Oh? Then maybe you'd rather a different human come over to fuck you? I could always call Solo-"

You couldn't finish your sentence before you were cut off by a pillow being shoved into your face, accompanied by Mammon's yelp of indignation.

"You wouldn't dare!" he whined, and you could hear the pout in his voice.

You tossed the pillow to the side and grinned down at Mammon, who was, unsurprisingly, looking thoroughly embarrassed. You decided to have mercy and lay off the teasing for a moment.

"You're right. I wouldn't," you said with a soft chuckle, finally sliding into him again and relishing the shudder that ran down his whole body, "I'd be too jealous."

"Hmph. Well, it's only natural!" Mammon's voice cracked a little as he felt you beginning to thrust again, but tried to keep up the bravado for as long as he could. "After all, not everyone gets the privilege of - shit, that's good - of fucking the-"

"The Great Mammon," you cut him off with a laugh, "I'm well aware."

He was about to whine at being interrupted, but you stopped him by firmly pressing your lips against his. You held the kiss for a moment, just long enough to push any thought of further complaining out of his head, before pulling away and starting to pepper kisses across his cheeks. He squirmed slightly, stifled giggles bubbling in his throat, but you managed to avoid getting dislodged this time.

"And make no mistake," you continued to mumble between kisses, "I intend to take full advantage of the opportunity."

Leviathan:

Levi offered you a shaky smile from where he was lying beneath you, legs tentatively spread to allow room for your strap. There was certainly something amusing about seeing him wearing a hoodie even while naked from the waist down, but it made him feel better on days when he was particularly self-conscious, and you were happy to accommodate.

You shifted slightly to rest your forearms on either side of Levi's shoulders, causing your chests to touch and making it easier for you to bend down and kiss him without having to effectively do a push-up to do so. You could feel his rapid breaths through his nose as your lips touched, and you smiled.

"I love you," you murmured, and he immediately averted his gaze. No matter how long you were together, he always seemed to get embarrassed at the slightest affection. Still, he managed to mumble out a response.

"I-I love you too- oh." He sucked in a breath when your movements caused the plastic cock inside him to shift slightly.

"You doing okay, baby?" You already knew the answer. His eyelids were fluttering rapidly and you could see him starting to melt into the gentle proximity, his jaw finally unclenching even as his cheeks remained bright red.

"Mhm... m-more than okay..." Levi sighed and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses there, "You can... um... you can move now... if you want..."

Shifting your weight to one side freed your dominant hand to reach up and thread your fingers through his hair, and you could feel his smile against your throat.

"Do you have any idea how lucky I am?" You began to roll your hips slowly as you spoke, your movements slow and easy as your thighs rested on top of his so that you were nearly lying on top of him. You both wanted as much of your skin to be touching as possible.

Leviathan opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it shut again when the tip of your strap brushed against his prostate. His face was absolutely burning against your skin, and you couldn't help but laugh affectionately, which only made him more embarrassed.

"No, no arguing. If you won't let me tell you that you're wanted, at least let me show you."

#obey me #nsft #gn reader #top reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #stone reader #obey me x reader

[xkaidaxxxx]

A person worth loving

Body shaming, foul actions and language, suicidal thoughts, rape, fluffy, Happy Ending( don’t worry)

Sorry for any errors 3am writing sorry

TRIGGER WARNING

Gojo Satoru is your teacher since you started jujutsu high school. Since it was a small school it was easy to teach everyone based off their year with different curriculums.

Being in a small school meant some people know your secrets before you do. Inumaki is your boyfriend. How did that happen….one day you fell into his trap. He managed to get you into skipping school. You had fun the entire day with him..until midnight hit. He walked you back to your dorm somewhat forced himself in. You guys talked about random things, you knew Inumaki was a rebel but not like this. He handed you a joint. “ Come on pretty girl. You’ll feel amazing.” He said. You were so Innocent. New into the dating world. You let yourself let go. Those type of days went on for weeks. He was constantly flirting,gifting you things, being a good guy, when in reality it was part of his plan. His plan on making a VIRGIN chubby girl fall in love and taking her innocence. He knew you’d be so easy to fool. Maki is your best friend. She warned you constantly. “I’m telling you because I care. You’re not only my best friend…you’re like my sister.” You rolled your eyes,” Inumaki is an amazing person Maki. He’s sweet and kind. He’d never do anything to hurt me. We’re going on a date. I’m so excited!” You said giggling. Inumaki walked into your room scanning your body. He was grossed out. In his eyes you were nothing but fat walking around. “ You look wonderful but you need to lose weight. Your stomach rolls when you sit down. Come on let’s go.”

As time passed by you stopped talking to Maki…“ Inumaki stop..h-hey no stop it.” You said struggling to get out of his grip. “ Oh come on we’ve been dating for almost 6 months. It’s about time we have sex.” He said smirking. He forced your shorts and panties off. “ I bet your pussy is so tight.” Tears slipped. “ S-stop Inu! I’m not ready…ho-“ you couldn’t finish. You felt him deep inside. He didn’t prep you. He slammed in not caring about you at all. You felt sharp pain as he thrusted in and out. You kicked a lot but eventually felt defeated and stopped. “ fu-fuck baby so good.” He groaned. You felt a sting on your face. He slapped you harshly. “ You’re taking me so well…good girl. Not making me struggle anymore. Oh come on give me a smile.” He spoke continued to roam your body. Time passed. “ Well Happy anniversary.” He winked changing and left. You laid there. Blood covering your thighs. Face red from the slap. His handprint on your neck. You cried all night remembering all the times Maki warned you.The follow days were horrible. Gojo noticed your change in clothing style. You wore jeans instead of shorts,kept your hair down, wearing thin long sleeves shirts.“ You completely changed your style y/n. Love the dark colors.” He said moving close to you. You smiled. Genuine smile. “There’s that cute smile. We can have lunch together. My treat.” He said smiling. Gojo had a feeling that your relationship with Inumaki was hell. A shit show. He noticed how you moved. Getting up you’d wince. The way you walked sometimes you’d stumble. Inumaki was waiting for you at the door with his evil eyes. You got scared. “N-no thanks sir. I always have lunch with Inumaki.” You replied grabbing your bento box. “ You should tell him you want to eat alone or with old friends next time.” Gojo said with a serious face and tone. You laughed it off and left with Inu.

“Stop eating so much. That’s why you’re fat. Clothes look bad on you. Skip meals.” He judged as you ate. “You’re right.” You replied closing your bento box. “Good. Ignore your hunger.” You stayed silent as he ate. “Are you bleeding? Ugh you stained the floor. Are you on your period?” He asked. You cut your thighs and wrists. “No. I fell yesterday and landed wrong.” You replied cleaning the stain you left behind on the ground. “Don’t talk to me that way. This is your only warning.” He replied in a stern voice. “It won’t happen again.” You held your tears back following him back to class. “ Everyone settle down. 1st years math exam then 30minutes of training. 2nd years training time. Outside now. Don’t go crazy. 3rd years it’s exam time. All subjects.” He spoke handing out the exams to the 1st and 3rd years. You finished your science questions first then reading and math then English. As you circled a question you felt your pants soaking the blood. Your eyes widened. “Y/n is everything okay?” Gojo asked standing beside you. You flinched. “Y-yeah chilly for me today.” You replied. He took his jacket off placing it around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but blush. It made you happy. “Thank you sir.” You quickly put it on. You were chubby so you did struggle a bit to zip it up. He noted to buy a size or two up that way you could wear his clothes. One day at least. You’re 18. Legal but one day you’d wear his clothes.

You were the last to finish your exam. Everyone left the room. “You’re still here? Is everything alright?” Gojo asked watching you. You had to play this carefully. “ I um...I’m stained.” You confessed. He realized what you meant. “You got your period.” He asked. Normal guys would get grossed out. He didn’t. He’s totally cool about it. “Yes.” “Now stand. I’ll clean the chair. Wrap my jacket around your waist. It’ll cover the stain. I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He said. You stood up and he did exactly what he said. Cleaned it with alcohol and alcohol wipes. You felt sad you had to lie. Once you both reached your dorm you thanked him. “Alright shower and stay warm. If the cramps kick in hard I can go buy you Midol.” You smiled. Gojo is a man you wish you had. Not an abusive guy. “Thanks sir.” You both exchanged numbers. He left. You saw Inumaki “It’s about time I teach you a lesson.” You whimpered. Big Mistake bringing Gojo to your dorm and exchanging numbers.

One weekend you told Inu you’d visit your parents. You lied. “Hey beautiful.” Gojo said. “Hi handsome .” “Today I’m spoiling you. Get whatever you want. I mean whatever.” He said walking into the first store. He followed you as you looked around. A pair of navy blue platforms caught your attention. You saw the price 230 dollars. You quickly lost interest. Gojo called a worker over. “Ma’am may you get these shoes in a size 7.5” he smiled. The lady nodded and left. “They’re expensive.” “anything for you darling” he said. “Here you go sir.” The lady said handing the shoes over. “Thank you madam.” You smiled as you tried the shoes on. At the check out he paid 957 dollars. He held the bags. Walking to another store you saw a bag you’ve been wanting. “Grab it baby with the matching wallet too.” You thought-he did say anything..- once it was charged you were in heaven. Best 660 he’s spent to see you happy. Hours passed“Mhm baby here’s your new phone and laptop. You needed an upgrade.” Your jaw dropped. This one was over the top. Almost 1,999 for the laptop and the phone each.Girls noticed the amount of bags you had. They whispered that you’re having sex with him to buy you things. “Don’t listen. You’re my girl.” He said kissing you. You returned it. “Now is there anything you want or need?” “Feminine products and g-groceries.” You replied embarrassed. Hours passed. You set your things down. He helped placing the clothes away. You finished the process of transferring info to your new phone and laptop. “Hey Maki said yo” Inu held his anger back. “We’ll call later Kay.” You said to Gojo and he left worried. Beating time.

You noticed Gojo did little things that made your day. He did flirt a lot but you loved it. It was hard to date him well you were with Inu and he’s your teacher. You noticed more happiness when being with him throughout the day. Although you knew Inu was watching. Knowing you’d learn a lesson everyday. It was worth it. Gojo was everything and more to you. He always makes you smile. Always giving you his heart.

It was now 8 months together with Inu…he made you take him every week. Whether you liked it or not. “ You piece of shit! Go to hell!” You yelled crying as he hit you. Inu was fully clothed however was very eager to take it all off. He wanted to teach you a lesson first. You were beyond lucky he never dared to use his technique on you. Your teacher was on a night stroll. He heard your yelling from your dorm. “I knew it. That asshole.” He whispered. Gojo didn’t hesitate to run over and break down your door. You were naked, bent over your desk. Hand prints, bruises and bites everywhere. His heart stopped for a moment. Rage took over his mind. You got away from Inumaki coving yourself with a blanket. You witnessed Gojo beating him. Blood on his hands. You let him beat Inumaki. He deserved it. They bumped into things in the room. Your desk, the night bedside table, the body mirror. It got way out of hand. You were scared. “911. Y-yes that’s it.Move y/n. I’ve got this.” You spoke grabbing your phone. A few minutes passed. Cops and ambulances surround the area. Gojo gave the final punch knocking Inumaki out. He walked over to you staying at a distance. “M-may I hold you?” He asked. You rushed into his arms holding the blanket around yourself. “ Y-you’re safe now.” Gojo held you carefully. “ Arms above your head. Now!” One of the 4 cops yelled. Reading the room wrong. One loaded his gun. “N-No stop. He saved me. Don’t sh-shoot. S-stop. Stop it. No No don’t hit me. Don’t hurt me. Stop.” You spoke.They triggered your fears. “ Put the guns down. She’s scared. Do you have any idea what shes been through?” Gojo said holding you close. Not wanting to let you go. Paramedics walked in helping Gojo lay you on the bed. “You’re going to be okay sweetie. What’s your name?” The lady asked. Your mind was fuzzy. “ My name..y/n l/n. Gojo.” You looked around as they secured the bed on the ambulance. “Where is he?” You asked. “ Calm down. You need to relax.” You hit the paramedic who was only trying to check your vitals. “S-stop stay away!Gojo! Help me! Make them go away! Gojo!!” You yelled scared. You’re triggered. It’s an okay response. Gojo ran over getting on the ambulance. He didn’t get to finish his statement to the cops. “I’m here. You’re good. Relax. Let them do their job. They’re making sure you’re okay.” He held your hand. Instantly you relaxed.

Hours later Gojo finished his police report and stayed with you at the hospital. “ s-so..what are you looking for?” Gojo asked the doctor and nurses.“ Since you’re not a parent nor guardian we are not allowed to release information about the patient. “ We have to ask you to leave the room.” Shoko spoke. The cops, male nurses and Gojo left the room. Shoko quickly took her phone out messaging Gojo about what’s going to happen. “ Sweetheart. We have to examine you okay…see if you’re healthy down there.” You looked at the nurses, “I need him here.” Shoko brought him inside. “Y/n?” He reached through the curtain. Finding your hand. Your fingers intertwined. You both relaxed. You winced. You knew they’d have to check for STDs or any vaginal issues. Once that finished. They lifted the gown further up. Applying gel on your lower stomach. “Y-you’re kidding right? There’s no way!” You yelled. “Y/n? Shh it’s alright. I can’t pass the curtain. Privacy you know.” He spoke. As they moved the stick around. Nothing was found. You were so relieved.

Medical proof of sexual abuse was given. Inumaki was locked up behind bars for many years to come.

A year passed. 19yrs old. You graduated and now you’re a full fledged sorcerer!

“You look so sexy.” Gojo said hugging you from behind. You smiled. “Thank you for buying me the dress. I love it.” You replied. You were finally so confident. All it took was love. “ it compliments your curves. Love handles. Rolls. Your thighs. You’re so sexy.” You couldn’t help but giggle noticing his problem. He groaned. “3rd time today.” “Oh really?” You asked. “Yeah. You rubbed up against me when waking up, then you walked around with only panties and my shirt on. Then this dress.” He complains about it but always fixes his hard in front of you. Shamelessly. You enjoyed watching him. The way he throws his head back moaning. His dick twitching. The way he teases himself by stroking himself fast then slow. You even touched yourself too. Showing each other how you masturbate. You both didn’t want to go farther than that. You both promised to take it slow. “Don’t go. I need to see you.” He spoke stroking himself fast. He’s sensitive. You blushed sitting down. “please cum for me Satoru.” You said in a soft voice and that’s all it took. Cum spurted onto his hand. “I love you in many ways y/n” he said. You grabbed his hand and licked it clean. “Y-You don’t have to..we’ve only started dating 5 months ago and started our sexual relations last month. Don’t force yourself.” He said putting his boxers and jeans back on. “I wanted to try it. It tastes good actually” you confessed, cheeks blushed. Gojo held you close. “I’m in love with you.” Both said in unison. Laugher bounced off the walls. Love in the air. As you cuddled on the couch you both said fuck going out. In each other’s arms is all you wanted to do. Cuddle up and sleep,

#fanfiction #anime #anime and manga #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk itadori #jjk choso #jjk megumi #jjk nanami #jjk geto #jjk spoilers #jjk fanart #jjk smut #jjk season 2 #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen #itadori fluff #megumi fluff #nanami fluff #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #gojo x y/n

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Cammy White X Male Reader NSFW-A Nice Shower

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, Shower Sex, Asexual Writer, impregnation.

Anon On Ao3 requested: Cammy White/male reader: NSFW intimate shower after sparring

be warned, this is my second time writing true smut, so I ask you to temper your expectations.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

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“I think… that.. Is enough… for today.” Cammy panted out as she sat down next to you on the bench and laid her head on your shoulder.

“I… agree…” you muttered as your head fell to the side on top of Cammy’s.

“We need to shower…” Cammy groaned,

“Agreed…” you mumbled quietly.

A quiet silence passed between the two of you.

“Do you want to try shower sex when we get home?” Cammy asked, shocking you out of your stupor.

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“A-are you sure about this Cammy?” you asked as your nude lover dragged you into the shower.

“Yes. Now-” Cammy turned away to turn on the water “-Let’s get started. The body wash is behind you. I think I know what to do.”

You did indeed know what to do. 

Cammy, despite being a secret service agent, seemed to forget you share a private computer.

Cammy is also quite bad at covering up her search history.

If she even meant to cover it up in the first place.

But enough musing on that.

You squirted out a suitable amount of body wash for this event and set to work.

You started with Cammy’s back and shoulders, gently loosening the muscle. Following that you moved downwards, allowing yourself the indulgence of ghosting your fingers over Cammy’s heart shaped posterior before circling around to the front and running your soapy hands up and down her solid abs before rising up further to her chest where Cammy let out a quiet moan as your hands gently circled her breasts, the bodywash rapidly foaming up under your hands and adding to Cammy’s pleasure due to the sensation.

To show her appreciation of this, she began to slowly rub her bountiful and taut ass on your cock, forcing your mental control to slip and in turn, causing it to become rock hard almost instantaneously.

“Mmmh… glad to see you like the warm up so much, now let’s see-'' Cammy quickly removed her heavenly posterior, causing your dick to fall down and point straight at Cammy’s soaked thighs. This was all to Cammy’s plan who immediately pushed back, lodging your rock hard cock in what Cammy was proud to call her most dangerous asset in this type of encounter, Her thighs. “-How you enjoy the first exercise?”

Bolts of pure pleasure shot through your body as Cammy used her thighs to pleasure you, in turn your hands grabbed and groped the blonde bombshells breasts.

In response, Cammy let out a quiet hiss.

She was enjoying this more than she thought.

The burning hot water, the feel of her skin on yours, the way that both of you were slowly losing control.

She was starting to understand why shower sex was such a popular trope in those books.

It was, for lack of a better word, “Hot”.

However, before Cammy could move forward with this train of thought or her plan, she was turned around and pushed against the wall of the shower where her lips were captured and she felt something very hard push against her pussy.

Cammy had made you lose all sense of control.

She was proud of that.

Unfortunately, she was losing control as well.

She was human after all.

Then, the need for oxygen forced you two apart, much to the displeasure of both of you.

At that moment, the both of you had the same thing on your minds.

Or it would be more accurate, your bodies had one single thing that both of them wanted desperately, whatever your minds or rational thought said against it be damned.

The two of you wanted to breed.

To fuck.

To rail each other until you were both seeing stars.

Then, after that, to keep fucking like animals.

This was a mutual desire to completely and utterly ruin the other for anyone else.

And utterly ruin each other you did.

It was to be expected in a matter involving both love and lust.

Your shared love for the other.

Your shared lust to make the other completely theirs.

 Then finally, the wire snapped.

You attacked Cammy’s neck, nipping and biting and kissing up until her jaw, forcing a true moan from her lips.

Cammy grabbed your hand and made it run down her entire body while her other hand held your head close.

Her hand guided you from her beautiful face to her perfect breasts, down her stone hard abs, past her hips and onto her ass.

Cammy removed her hand from your own and grasped a different part of you tightly.

Your rock hard cock throbbed in her hand in beat with your heart beat.

Her pussy throbbed with the same rhythm.

You panted into her ear.

She panted into yours.

You both knew what came next.

You both knew you wanted it.

So then, you both took what you wanted.

Pleasure shot through both of you like lightning as Cammy’s boiling warmth swallowed you and your dick hit Cammy in just the right place.

Sounds of pure pleasure tore from the both of you.

There was no thought of taking it slow, not now.

The two of you tore each other apart.

Cammy clawed at your back, moaning loudly with every thrust and locking her legs behind you, ensuring you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

You held Cammy tightly, your hand on her ass, another holding her thigh as you went wild.

Skin crashed against skin.

Pleasure multiplied pleasure.

The pressure of release invited more pleasure.

Then Cammy grabbed your head in her hands and forced her mouth onto yours.

Tongues danced and dueled to a frenzied and sensual beat, not trying to dominate, but to taste the other completely.

Then, neither of you could ignore it any longer.

The throbbing of your cock.

The unbearable heat in her stomach.

You both knew what was coming.

It wasn’t going to stop either of you.

The two of you would be doing this dance until neither of you could dance any more.

Cammy screamed into your mouth as her Orgasm tore through her.

You groaned back as you flooded the womb of your beautiful lover.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-A Few weeks Later-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-

The Dolls were running around the house you and Cammy share with a madcap and excited energy about them.

Even Decapre seemed pretty jazzed about the news despite her stone face hiding it.

Cammy herself might have been the most excited out of all of them though.

What is the cause for all of this commotion?

The answer: A positive test in Cammy’s excitedly shaking hand.

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[cur-sedd]

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Hi hiii im back my loves <3 wah okay ik this is small but but like. thank yall sm for 10 followers 😭 i started this purely for fun i didnt think anyone would like- read my silly ramblings about men who have no idea i exist LET ALONE FOLLOW IT <3 It really means a lot when someone reblogs or likes hehe Anyways! Here is a silly taehyun thing, not sure if i like it that much bc i was half asleep writing it but oh well! enjoy!MDNI!! nsfw content below ╰┈➤ fem!reader x dom(?)taehyun, spanking, fingering. pet names, begging, bondage, cum eating, not proof read that much, think thats it! lmk if i missed anything

A large sting had spread across your ass as you were kneeling over Taehyun’s knees. Wrists bound together with his tie, you let out a small yelp, feeling yet another surging pain rippling across your ass. Your eyes filled with small tears as you hiccupped, shaking your head slightly. “What's wrong?” A soft, faux frown came onto Taehyun’s lips, his hand gently rubbing the plush area he had just slapped. “I haven't even lifted up your skirt yet and this is how you act?” He mocked, a small scoff leaving his soft lips as he leaned back into his armless chair, looking down at you. You squirm from side to side, biting your lip for any type of friction. You managed to rub yourself on small folds of Taehyun’s jeans but it was no use. He would just hold you still, giving you another spank if you dared to move again. “Hnngh pleaseplease- Tyun please fuck me.” You let out, digging your face into the side of his leg. Streaks of mascara staining your cheeks as you hiccup and sobbed. He has been spanking you for what felt like hours, you probably had a bruise at this point. All because you decided to act like a fucking brat.  But oh no, Taehyun just wanted to make you wait a little longer. Then he can fuck you! A soft hum left Taehyun’s lips as he lifted your skirt. You felt the cold air hit you, almost cooling your red, irritated ass. Taehyun massaged your plush flesh, rubbing it with his soft hands. Just as you started to calm down, two fingers dipped down to rub at your covered core, causing your body to jerk forward. “huh, look how wet you are.” Another small scoff left Taehyun’s lips as you clenched around nothing. “Are you that hungry?” He asked, turning his head to look at you with those big eyes. When you hadnt responded, you earned another slap. Your breath hitched at the slap before nodding your head vigorously. “M-mhm! Yes! Yes,please i want you-please! do anything to me, please tyunnie.” You yelled out, begging almost as new tears forming, staining your eyelashes at the stinging sensation. You hiccupped and sniffled, only causing Taehyun to chortle.  “Fine. Since you’re behaving like such a good girl for me.” Without warning, He hooked your underwear to the side and slipped two fingers inside your soaking pussy. You threw your head up before putting it down softly, your hair following in pursuit. Your hands balled up into fists, rubbing against each other as you held in strained groans. You hiccupped before Taehyun began curling his fingers inside you. Immediately, Soft, angelic moans left your mouth as you shook her head. It's like as if you were in a trance, chanting Taehyun’s name over and over again. A strand of hair fell in front of your face as you let the tears spill. Taehyun enjoyed this reaction and slowly began pulling his fingers in and out. His muscled arms flexing with every pull and every push. “Thats it baby, mm! fuck your so tight, already sucking in my fingers like this, i wonder how my cock is gonna feel.” Taehyun’s bright and big eyes looked at you, a soft smile in reaction to your squirming, as you pushed yourself back into his fingers. “Want you-inside me.” You croaked out, almost embarrassed at how much you had to beg. Taehyun just kept teasing and teasing you and dear gods you just wanted him to stretch you out already. After a few more minutes of just fingering, praise and just a hint of verbal teasing, you felt a knot form from under your stomach. You squirmed around as his fingers only got faster and faster “Please- gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum.” You slurred out, almost seeing stars at this point. You cried from the pleasure you were receiving. You hiccupped, the knot slowly unfolding before bursting as you came all over Taehyun’s fingers. “Good job baby, good girl.” You panted softly as Taehyun pulled his fingers out of your abused cunt. You looked back at him just to see a small smirk tug at his lips. He brought his fingers up to his mouth licking up your cum, flashing those sharp teeth at you. Suddenly, you became a lot more aroused. (´ ∀ ` *)

(a/n: wondering if i should actually write a prt 2 maybe maybe who knows. reblogs and recs are appreciated my loves💕 and thank you @darkcupcakecomputer for telling me its bondage, istg im forgetting english 😭)

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[moody4world]

Ur Best Friend

A/N?:Was listening to this song and this idea came to mind. something short and angsty. seems like y’all only fuck with me when i write something 💀 but i hope someone likes this as much as i do. Listen to the song while you read or before idk

I MISS URBAN FICS CAN WE GET BACK ON THAT WAVE PLEASE?!? somebody send me urb fic recommendations or something PLEAAASE

jack x reader/ reader x urban (just read it you’ll understand)

Another house party to celebrate your amazing boyfriend. All his friends and acquaintances were cheering with their glass of champagne raised to the ceiling as he gave his speech. Everyone’s attention was on him. Everyone’s except the two people he found most important at this celebration. Mine and his best friend’s. Urban’s eyes were on me while I couldn’t take mine off of him either.

It’s been like this for months already and guilt has been eating me alive every single day.

I know i’m in the wrong, we both do but for some reason it’s hard to stop. I hate that he’s not the one i’m with but Jack treats me like royalty and treats Urban like family, which is exactly why it feels so wrong to do what we’re doing.

He ends his speech and everyone cheers, snapping Urban and I out of our daze.

Jack’s hand was on my lower back as he leaned down to my ear “You good baby?” All I could do was nod and smile at him as convincing as I could.

The whole vibe of our relationship has been different than when we started. I know Jack felt it too but I also know he’s been putting in effort to fix things again. Did I want things to go back to how they were?

We ain't felt like us in a minute

Whole damn time I knew I shouldn't have did it

Might've got too excited, I'll admit it

Almost called your name when he was in it

Heavy breathing filled our room as Jack fell next to me after we both reached our climax. He knocked out almost right away but all I could think of is how I almost slipped up just a few minutes ago. His name was at the tip of my tongue. No, not Jack’s, Urban’s name. Thankfully I caught myself but I don’t know how much longer I could keep up this façade.

He ain't have the courage to step up and pull up (Skrrt)

Six speed, like (Skrrt, skrrt)

Puttin' so much work (Work)

Just to make it worth (Worth)

And he's almost perfect (Hmm)

And that's why it hurts (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

And he calls me family, that's what make it worse (Worse)

It's wrong but I make you feel right (I make you feel right)

You textin' my phone while right beside him

Wish it was anyone besides him

-Urb’s pov-

Weekly dates. That’s what Jack has been doing and movie nights whenever he had the chance to reignite the fire they once had. I knew because she would text me and tell me about it instead of watching the movie he picked out for them. When they were going to sleep she would text me goodnight and so on. Whenever he left for the studio I would drive by to come check on y/n. We wouldn’t do anything physical besides some light touching and hand holding but emotionally we were definitely crossing all the lines. I just couldn’t help myself knowing she felt so much more connected and happy in my company. I know we’re in the wrong. That’s my brother from another mother.

You was with your man last night

And you just realized what you felt that night wasn't wrong

Thought about me on your whole car ride, like

I hate that you ain't your best friend

I hate that you ain't your best friend

-How it all started-

“Alright alright we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry up come on” Urban rushed.

“Hold on y/n is almost done.” Just as Jack was saying that I walked down the stairs. We were headed to some type of private Louisville award show. Jack was busy networking and left Urban and I to keep each other company while we were there and our conversations went really well. Maybe too well because after the award show Urban went club hopping with the rest of the guys but Jack and I went home yet all I could think about was Urban and how confused I felt with my emotions. I couldn’t possibly be crushing on my boyfriend’s best friend.

He made me feel like this in one night when it took me a month and more to feel this way with Jack.

Ever since that night I hated parting ways with Urban when the time to leave came. Seems like things are better when forbidden but I hate that he’s not his best friend.

The end

please lmk your thoughts on this, id appreciate it!

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[papytonpropaganda]

Hello! So, I've been really bored recently, and have been in full Walls brainrot mode again, so I wrote this little... i don't know what I'd call it... a fanfic of Walls? A fanfic of a fanfic? Basically, I took what I know about Walls and wrote a little paragraph or two of how the ending could (and almost certainly will not) go. If you have any problems with people doing this, please feel free to tell me! I don't mean to be rude or try to steal your work, and I'm not going to publish this anywhere, I'm just writing it for fun lol- sorry if you're not comfortable with that!

Anyway, here it is, because I really wanted to share it with you.

TW FOR SU!CIDE AND DRUGS

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Papyrus sat in the hospital bed, Mettaton standing next to him, the two of them holding coffees in their hands. The two of them smiled awkwardly at each other, an orange blush spreading across the skeleton’s face, and was he hallucinating, or was the robot’s face slightly pink?

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Mettaton asked him, finally breaking the thick, stiff silence. 

“I-” Papyrus hunched over in embarrassment as he tried to get the (metaphorical) guts to say it. Rubbing his arms awkwardly, he took a deep breath. “So… Mettaton, I- I just want to say that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” he began. “I just- you’re such a kind, lovely person, and I- I like everything about you.”

Mettaton looked worried. “Papyrus, this isn’t a goodbye, is i-”

The skeleton cut him off. “Mettaton. Just listen to me.” His soul began to burn brighter. “I wish I could do more for you, I really do- I wish I could give you bunches of flowers and gifts and clothes and cars, and I wish I could be a better person for you, but this is all I can do, so I’m going to do it.” He took one last deep breath before saying the words he’d wanted to say for such a long time. “Mettaton, I love you. I love you with so much of my soul that none is left.”

Mettaton’s mouth fell wide open, the cup of coffee he was holding shattering onto the floor. “I-” He took a step back, and another, and another, to the door.

Papyrus’s eye sockets widened. “Mettaton?...”

Mettaton stepped out the door and ran. 

***

Papyrus was being discharged from the hospital in around a week. He sat there, skull buried in the blankets and knees up to hide his face. Sans, Grillby and Toriel had come to visit there, but Papyrus said nothing. 

“Papyrus, you must talk to us! We cannot do anything if you do not speak. Please, let us help you,” Toriel waved her huge paws around, speaking with an anxiety-ridden voice. 

Sans’s smile was almost gone as he walked up and put a hand on the taller skeleton’s shoulder. “Russ, please, you gotta wake up. We know you’re awake.”

Grillby, despite not being that close to Papyrus, had come with Sans, and signed at Papyrus although he knew he wouldn’t be able to see. Please talk to us.

Papyrus simply shook his head an inch to each side and resumed his silence.

***

Once the three older monsters had gone and the sun had set in the sky, Papyrus stepped out of the bed and walked down the corridor. There were a few doctors around, but they just assumed Papyrus was a patient taking a walk - and they weren’t wrong. In truth, he was a patient, and he was taking a walk. But he had something more to do. 

The door to the medical supplies was unlocked, as usual. The doctor who had her shift around this time was new and always forgot to lock it. Nobody had realised except Papyrus, who was now slipping into the cupboard in silence, taking a small jar of some of the medicine. 

And another jar. 

And another. 

***

“Fuck!” Undyne slapped her forehead

“Is there still time to visit Papyrus? I forgot my bag at the hospital…” she mumbled to herself whilst messaging those words to Toriel. 

“I should think so, but I cannot come with you! Apologies, I and QC are busy shopping,” Toriel responded over text, typing slowly with her big paws. “But I should think if you run, you should get there before visiting time is over!”

Undyne took a deep breath and sprinted to the hospital, managing to get there within enough time. She slammed open the doors and ran into Papyrus’s room just in time. 

He wasn’t there. 

“Papyrus?” She called out, but there was no answer. Assuming he had gone for a walk around the hospital, she nodded to herself, happy he was up and moving again, and took her bag and left.

It would be nice to walk back through the forest near the beach, Undyne thought. Around this time of year, it was dark enough for only a few people to be there, but early enough that it was still warm and the birds were still singing. So she went back through the forest, feeling an odd sense of serenity wash over her. Flowers to the left, grass in front, sea behind… and trees on her right, dappled lighting falling through the leaves, and birds singing in a bush just behind them. Stepping nearer to the trees, she noticed a figure hidden in the bush - clothed in a pale blue and white gown. Confused at why someone was in it, she went to check. 

There was something - no, someone - there. Covered in dirt, hospital gown on. Limbs - or were they limbs? No, bones - splaying everywhere. 

Papyrus. 

Her eyes widened in horror as she grabbed him, shaking him hard. 

“Papyrus. PAPYRUS!” she screamed. 

*** 

Mettaton, trying to clear his head, took a walk through the forest too, using the birdsong as a method to calm him down. Well, he would have been, if he hadn’t gotten a call from Devon. He smiled at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, listening to him talk on about his day at work and ignoring the nasty feeling in his throat. And the world did seem to be against him today, because he would have been able to talk to him a lot longer if he hadn’t encountered Undyne, tears running down her face and a death grip on his arm. He used his other arm to turn off the call and put it in his pocket hastily. 

“Ow, fuck, Undyne! What’s wrong?” He rubbed his arm and scowled at her. Undyne wasn’t having it, hiccuping and wiping her eyes. 

“I- It’s Papyrus. He’s- he’s-” She shook her head and yanked Mettaton over to where Papyrus was lying. The pit in the robot’s stomach grew. 

“Papyrus? Papyrus. No, Papyrus,” his eyes widened in horror as he ran over to the skeleton’s limp body and shook him. “Papyrus, wake up. WAKE UP!” he screamed. Undyne rushed away to see if there was anybody that could help them. “P-Papyrus,” he sobbed, tears pouring down his face as he clutched at the skeleton’s gown and wailed. “Papyrus, please… I love you too, Papyrus. Papyrus, don’t go, please…” This was his fault. It was all his fault. If he had just told the skeleton sooner…

He took out his phone to make a call to the ambulance, and saw that his phone was on the ‘Recent Calls’ page. He stared at it, speechless, the pit in his stomach growing by the second. 

It read, ‘Devon: last called - 5 seconds ago’.

***

Please do tell if you're not comfortable with this! Again, I'm very sorry if you are - anyway, I hope you liked this little thing! It's not fantastic, since I haven't had a lot of practice at writing, but I hope it's good enough. Have a good day! :3

OH MY GOD EVERYONE IT JUST HAPPENED I JUST WON EVERYTHING

anon you are the FIRST person I know (or remember at least) who wrote fanfic for Walls which is the DREAM. dude I know very few fanfic authors who wouldn't be honored to receive a fanfic of THEIR fanfic of this caliber in their inbox. this is INCREDIBLE thank you.

I honestly don't mind if you did post it on like AO3 or something, I believe AO3 even has an option to mark the fic as "being inspired by another work" or something like that. I do not see this as "stealing" from me at all, you don't know how amazing it feels to have inspired someone else to write about my story.

you are correct in that what you've written was not what I had planned (in fact the ending of the original was far, FAR off from where we left off). but it definitely invokes the kind of feeling I go for for the angst in Walls and it's a nice little continuation of the point where I decided the whole thing needed a revamp. I'd actually really like to see how your version ends!

thanks so much again, you don't know how much this means to me.

#long post #suicide #drugs #the walls around our hearts #anonymous #thank you for asking!

[angelst4re]

Ok first of all, your stories are fucking perfect like I’m obsessed with your stuff, and second, I was wondering if you could do a nsfw alphabet for Jamie? I’ve seen a lot of Peter and some of his other characters but never one specifically for him. Ty <3

hi love! thank you so much!! i've been hesitating about posting this ever since i started writing it, but i've had sooo many requests for one of these so i thought i'd just post it anyway! <3

NSFW alphabet- Jamie Campbell Bower

୨♡୧ warnings: this is purely fiction! if you don't like it or you feel uncomfortable, please don't read it my love! this is all purely just a product of my imagination! also, i've never done one of these before!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

Aftercare is a must for him, he loves it almost as much as the act itself. He would just be super caring and affectionate afterwards, making sure you’re comfortable and all cleaned up! He’d hold you close, cuddling you and peppering kisses all over your face. I just imagine him as the cuddly type! 

Although, if you fell asleep pretty quickly then he’d go and have a cigarette, clean himself up and get you a glass of water for when you wake up. And when you’d wake up you’ll find his arm wrapped around you, Jamie sleeping softly next to you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of his body? His arms, for sure. I mean look at those tattoos! His favourite part of your body? Your hands. He always has to be holding your hands- whether you’re out in public, driving, watching a show in bed, his hands will always be on yours. Occasionally, he’d slip one of his rings onto your fingers and start playing with it if he’s bored or anxious- you don’t mind, in fact you actually find it cute.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Ok so if you two are being quite rough, he’d sometimes finish on your face or boobs, just the sight of it drives him absolutely crazy. However, if you’ve been slower, passionate and just taking your time with each other then he would finish inside you (with your permission!) 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He got off to one of your voice messages once whilst he was away, he never told you (of course, it’s a secret!) but he just loved the sound of your voice in that one message so much and every time he thought about it, it would drive him wild. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he’s doing 100%, he’s super experienced. But it takes time for him to get to know you and how your body works, what you like, what you don’t like, etc. but he’s a fast learner, it’s nothing for him. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

It depends on his mood, sometimes he prefers missionary with one of your legs over his shoulders- he feels so in control like this. He could hold on to your hips, play with your clit, wrap a hand around your throat, and you would just squirm around underneath him. 

Other times, he would prefer to see you on top, riding him. Whether it be his cock or his thigh, he just loved the sight of you on top of him, working for the pleasure whilst he just sits or lies back and watches. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Once again, it depends on his mood. He can either be completely lost in the moment, only focused on fucking your brains out, or he could be in more of a playful mood, giggling as he slides down your body, joking about how you’re going to be unable to walk tomorrow- it’s either one way or another.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’d keep it pretty down there, not completely bald but also not overgrown, somewhere in the middle. Well trimmed :)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Super romantic!! He’s the most charming man ever anyway so  he would definitely bring that into bed with him. He would hold you close, whispering words of praise and adoration as he fucks into you, making you feel fuzzy as he tenderly kisses your neck.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’d only do it when the two of you are apart for quite a while, like when he’s filming or on tour. Otherwise, he has no real need or urge to do it!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay so we know he follows that page on instagram… He’d be into praise and degradation, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock, how you’re doing an amazing job, how you’re such a slut just for him. Also overstimulation, he just loves to watch your face as you cum over and over again, becoming more sensitive each time, telling him to slow down as you grip onto his arms. And also edging ;)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Probably his bed, it’s big, it’s soft, it’s comfortable! It’s also quite easy to clean up after if you make a bit of a mess. But he’s aslo done it in the car before a couple times, there’s been moments where he’s just needed you right then and there and the thought of fucking in the car had been on his mind for a while so he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything. But there’s something about seeing you in his clothes that drives him wild. He’d imagine fucking you in his t-shirts as you throw one over your head after a shower, telling you to leave it on as he pounds into you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t try anything new unless he’s discussed it with you before, he just wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable in such an intimate moment. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loooves giving oral, and he’s great at it, one of his many skills. He just loves to see the effect he has on you using only his mouth. It just drives him insane! But he loves receiving too, of course. If he’s had a long day then there’s nothing else he wants other than your mouth around him. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the mood and situation again. If he wants to just make love he’d take his time, being slow and gentle, making the most of the moment and showing you how much he adores you and your body. But… if there’s been a night where you’ve been out somewhere and you’ve done something that maybe made him jealous or you wore a particularly revealing skirt/dress then he’d be too worked up to take it slow, he’d push you up against the wall, rising your dress up to your waist and pound into you relentlessly, his pace only increasing as your legs wrap around his waist. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies aren’t his favourite, but they do come in useful when you’ve only got a few minutes together before a show. And neither of you would leave feeling unsatisfied, he knows exactly how to push you to the edge in mere moments and have you cumming around his cock just seconds before he’s needed on stage. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. He loves the thrill of taking risks, the idea alone of getting caught just works him up, but he’d make sure you were okay with it first. He’d drag you to the bathroom during an awards show and fuck you against the sinks, knowing anyone can walk in at any moment and see everything, either telling you to keep your voice down so you don’t get caught or telling you to be louder, to let them all know who’s fucking you so good.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He lasts maybe 3 rounds, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still get you off on his fingers, thigh, mouth… which then ends up turning him on even more, and he’s ready to go again as you squirm underneath him, begging him to fill you up again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Once again, the instagram page tells us a lot about this. 

He did before meeting you, but he got rid of them, thinking you wouldn’t like them. You tell him about maybe experimenting with toys and he instantly curses himself, so he sets off to get some more. He starts off simple, maybe a vibrator and a blindfold, and soon moves onto some more risky things, leaving it up to you whether you want to use them or not. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, whether it be playing with your nipples, tugging and pinching them, not giving any attention to your core until you’re begging him. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It depends on what’s going on. If he’s eating you out, he’d be moaning into you, telling you how wonderful you taste. If he’s fucking you, he’d let out groans and sighs, he’d be more focused on the sounds you’re making so he wouldn’t want to be too loud himself. And if you’re sucking him off then he’d be whispering praises and moaning your name. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I don’t know what to put here (help?) but… The fic I posted about meeting Jamie’s family and then you end up doing it in his bedroom… yeah that 100% happened.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Okay it’s bigger than the average 5-6 inches, and the perfect thickness :)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Oh he has a super high sex drive. As I mentioned, anything can get him going, and it can happen at any time. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on how many rounds you were going, he could fall asleep not long after, cuddling up with you. However, he’d always make sure he wasn’t the first to fall asleep, he’d always make sure you were taken care of first, as that’s all that matters to him!

[0oolookitsme]

We’ll also Sit there, One Day.

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Just Hails <3 [@fishnets-fingers series: Six Months' characters: Harry (MMC) and Layla (FMC)]

Word Count- 1.9k

Warnings- Tooth rotting fluff and nothing else.

A/N- @fishnets-fingers HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!! I HOPE THAT YOU LIKE THIS <3

Also, majority of the credits go to @eloquentree for helping me out with this fic. It was so shitty but she's the one who turned it into something readable with her pretty writing style and ideas <3

The sun was streaming when he woke up and despite it irritating him, he felt content because of the person he was lying next to.

Turning around to face her, his arm went over her stomach and snaked around her waist. With a strong tug, he pulled her towards with ease, sighing as she curled further into him. A warm smile pulled up on his face as he shifted a little for her to be more comfortable, laughing slightly when she whined at the loss of contact for a nanosecond.

"Why are you so bloody cold?" he asked her, voice muffled as he dug his face into the pillow. A weak chuckle escaped past his lips again when she muttered absolute rubbish, probably cursing him out for a reason he had yet to know. Pulling away from her slightly, he adjusted a little so that the side of his head was in his palm while his elbow rested on the pillow. Tracing the side of her face, he asked her to repeat in his groggy voice.

"Ah c'mon— I said the blanket fell off!" She exclaimed, cuddling furthermore into his side to not let any warmth not be absorbed by her.

Harry raised his head a little to see the blanket had indeed fallen down from her side of the bed. Groaning slightly as he tried to pick it up, he was back in place when she groaned under half his weight on her body.

"Any plans of getting out of bed today? Hmm?" He asked as he ran his hand through her hair, pulling her as close to him as possible. 

"When do you ever want to?" He teased when she hummed in denial, making her shove his chest slightly, her eyes opening slightly to glare at him half-heartedly.

"Go back to sleep, Satan," Layla grumbled— clearly giving away that she's dead serious and meant what she said. Chuckling, he squishes her cheeks, kissing her pout lightly— also almost getting smacked for that. 

"Can't do that Lails. Do you not remember about the ceremony?" He asks her alongside cautiously teasing her, knowing very well she doesn't remember her own name when she's half awake.

But this? Oh, this caused her eyes to snap open, horror painting her face as she faced him completely- eyes wide and movements frantic.

"Holy shit, Harry- get the fuck up. We're gonna be late!" She exclaimed while panicking, throwing the blanket off of her body and rummaging around to find her slippers.

As soon as the slippers were found, she made a run for the bathroom— almost slipping on the rug that decorated the room, making harry yell at her to be more careful. Shouting for him to 'get the fuck up' once more, she slammed the door and harry could hear her working around inside.

One might say that she's being a little too dramatic for panicking so bad, but seriously in her defense, it's all for the good. She'll have to take a long shower to rub soap all over her body and wash her hair and then dry it which takes her forever; all of that after brushing her teeth perfectly and before she even sits down to do her makeup—trust her when she says that her brows are a bitch, or maybe her hands are. So, it was a safe bet to say that she needed time if she was planning on making it to the ceremony.

After taking a shower, time seemed to pass in a blur and all Layla could remember was yelling at Harry to get ready, doing her makeup, yelling at Harry, styling her outfit, yelling at Harry, making it down the lobby and yelling at Harry once again. 

After making it to the safety of their car, she sighed and faced him, her face twisting into a frown.

"One of these days, I'll break the sound barrier," Layla grumbled, fastening her seatbelt and staring right ahead. 

"I, wholeheartedly believe you can do that," Harry mused, looking at her with a shit-eating grin that had her glaring at him while backing out of the garage.

"Focus on the road, please," she requested, turning away to see the scenery pass her by as the car drove to the venue. 

"Whatever you say, love," Harry flashed her a smile before turning back and focusing on driving. A minute passed before Harry felt a hand intertwine with his. He didn't have to look at her to know that she wasn't mad at him and sighed, placing a featherlight kiss on the back of it.

Almost an hour passed before Harry pulled up to the venue and the couple got out, walking towards where the rest of the family and hamish crowd was.

“What’s the ceremony called again?” Harry asked for the fifth time since they have arrived. He knows he’s getting himself worked up for no reason at all, he knows everyone here and vice versa but still, what if someone asked him something he doesn’t know? They’d definitely think he doesn’t know anything about their culture and wouldn’t support Layla if she were to say yes for marrying him.

Layla sighed and intertwined her hand with his once again and started walking, bumping her shoulder with his every once in a while, as he walked right beside her.

"It’s called ‘panda kaal muhurtham'. In South-Indian culture, once the wedding is finalized, the bride and the groom’s families offer their prayers to their deity and seek blessings for a successful marriage and protection of the couple,'' she looked at him and continued. “It’s usually held the day before the wedding."

By the way she didn't try to calm him down tells him that she's just as nervous as him and is planning onto getting everything perfectly right- and he'll make sure that it goes just like that.

His mouth formed an ‘oh’ and before he could add anything else, her name was called from behind, asking to come inside before informing her that the ceremony had begun.

Both of them inhaled and exhaled deeply together and made eye contact, smiling afterwards and leaned in to share a short but sweet kiss. Layla swayed their interlocked hands back and forth and continued with the walk leading to the interior of the temple, with Harry on her right side.

A divine and strong fragrance of multiple incense sticks filled their nostrils as they stopped right under the hanging bells, having a perfect view of the bride and the groom from there itself... well yes, Layla did struggle a bit, but Harry exchanged spots so that she can see better while still beside him.

The older ladies situated themselves at the front as the priest started with some small chants.

With every chant ending, the couple were asked to throw a mixture of camphor and such materials to support the small fire in continuing its burning. With each bit of it being thrown in the burning wood which had been wettened by ghee to light up a fire easily, the burning sensation in everyone’s eyes also increased.

The priest announced the start of the aarti, making everyone inside stand up and shuffle a little closer. They let the professional start and joined him slowly and slowly, the sound of them singing echoing inside while the ones who were towards the exit also gathered up to create some warmth when a cold breeze flew across.

Harry carefully listened and just prayed for the couple in his own language and absent-mindedly leaned a little to his side as to focus on Layla’s voice more than on others.

It might not be the best sound he had heard, but it's his favourite and comfort.

Slowly, his mind wandered back to the day he had seen her dancing while cleaning, listening to a song in a language he wasn't very aware of. He remembered standing there and watching her through the window, feeling like joining her— even if it meant he'd have to clean with her.

He slightly remembered the tune of the song and as he tries to catch up with it, something doesn't fit right. There are two tunes clashing with each other, making him jump when he opens his eyes to the clanging sound of bells. The aarti was over now and there were a few people who were standing in a crew to ring the bell.

A smile stretches out on his plump lips when he sees a frustrated kid jumping and trying to reach the bell, getting chirpy again as his mum picks him up to help him.

"Seems like you gave many blessings, eh?" Layla asked as she dumped some cut up fruits into his palm, mumbling 'prashad' when his facials showed doubt about it.

He smiled at her, slightly embarrassed of the fact that he got a little carried away. "You look beautiful today, did I tell you that?"

"About a hundred times, yeah," she answers, faking a nonchalant behaviour.

Fixing a pointed look at her, he bumps her hip with his.

"Doesn't give you the pass to not appreciate it when i say it for the hundred and one-th time, though," he managed to let out with a mouthful of juicy fruits.

People started scattering away and the weather seemed to be getting windier and colder. It might rain or storm, he heard someone say from behind. 

"Harry? Why don't you come back to our house and have lunch there only?" Layla's dad asks, placing his hand on his shoulders to turn him around and walk with him.

"oh— uh I'd really appreciate that, sir," Harry stuttered and he hates himself for that. "I also really like your footwear, by the way— I was searching out for a chance to get to you and say that."

It seemed like he hit the spot because the man let out a hearty laugh, which was quite loud but still ...disciplined. "Thank you, child. They are very old now, but I love them just the same. My wife gifted it to me many-many years back... I'm surprised they even fit now," he ended with a hoarse chuckle.

"Appa! Do you have any idea what's cooked for breakfast back at home?" Layla came running from behind- someone probably asked her to do this as there are two-three of her cousins who seem quite nervous for some reason, which surprises Harry as he has always seen them confident and chirpy. They still looked chirpy, but an essence of nervousness didn't go un-read by his eyes. "I'm really hungry!" She continued.

The old yet handsome man beside Harry cleared his throat, stopping to turn around only to tell her 'no' with a smile on his face and watch her whine.

Harry was grateful for her arrival though, because with a pat to his shoulders, he left him with his niece and nephews.

"Hey, Lails?" He asked for her attention after making sure no one but them was lingering around.

"Yep?"

"We'll also sit there one day," he tells her while a shy smile lays out slowly on his pink lips.

Although harry didn't specify where, Layla immediately knew. She looked around to see if anyone stuck around, just to double check and on finding the area empty of eyes, immediately locked her arms around his neck to pull him down.

The moment their lips connected it was as if that's the only place their lips are supposed to be, that's their only destination- on each other's lips.

It was as if in that very moment, it got locked in their destinies that their knots will be tied with each other only.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS HEHEH NOW GO AND READ SIX MONTHS BY @fishnets-fingers <33333

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[boxwinebaddie]

uncle nina! what are your favorite scenes from your book?^^ ( my personal fav was the marj chapter + the kyle trials ouo )

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA when you guys call pep a book it is so cute to me!!!!!! i love you!!!!! i always thought it was kind of silly to call pep a book because wdym, it's just my ao3 fanfic....that is...currently...170k...help oh my GOD!!!!! my dear friend actually informed me that if pep was a book it would be roughly 650+ pages long and could easily be two books...and it's not even done! so i am glad you are enjoying your novel, if you are!

okay, those are strong contenders! for me personally...

i know we are supposed to propel the story forward buuuuut...

if i am honest, my favorite scenes from pep are the flashbacks.

i just feel like they help you understand current pep stan!kyle so much more than if i just wrote the entire thing in present tense with no flashbacks...like it would just fall flat and be confusing! i like the dimension they add! also it really helps you understand each boy as an individual and how their relationship looks like as a unit.

okay...my personal favorite flashback though...probably that one in the middle of 13 where i talk about stan's bipolar episodes, how he swings really far up into self destructive manic binge drinking thrill seeking invincible party boy benders and then slips down into really gnarly can't move, can't speak, can't do anything but cry and rot depressive episodes...that felt important to portray to me. it is also extremely important to stans character and how he's extroverted externally but introverted internally. ( im also a bipolar girlie hi twin! )

my favorite part of that specific flashback is when kyle starts reading books to him, is just really patient and kind towards him, still thinks he is the most beautiful person in the world i'm aaaaa...also when they sign each other messages into each others skin and kyle types ily srwm into stan's shoulder ( also them being like crybaby!!! fuckwad!!!! theyre so cute ) I LOVE THAT FLASHBACK AAAAA

ok other than that ALL THE KINDERGARTEN ONES!!!!!!! i fucking LOVE those!!! like that is a really weird answer, but i genuinely think its so fucking cute that like stan was the boy everyone wanted to talk to be friends with like beloved by everyone and saw mean ass jersey ass kyle broflovski who almost murdered him with a library book and fucking hated his guts and was like please please please kiss me and be my special friend and just wore him down until kyle was like fine we can be friends and then accidentally fell in love with him skhdlksad ALSO JUST LIKE FERAL WILD ANIMAL RABID KYLE IS SOOOOOO FUNNY TO ME!!!! and stan is just like wow pretty <3

if i had more space...i would write more flashbacks of stan/kyle from like elementary to early hs...because elementary school really shows u the candid and cute wholesome nature of their friendship and how long theyve literally been like attached at the hip and in love....middle school is like where that burgeoning romantic physical attraction starts to show up and its awkward and uncomfy and hs is like...pinning suffering hell...

anyways holla at me if u want more flashbacks of any kind i fkn love them!!! i like them bc when the boys are fighting its my way of being like hi friends all is not lost the boys are fighting but like their love literally stands the test of time and here are like multiple examples of that shdklahda help

OH AND THE ROOFTOP FLASHBACK!!!!!! where stan is like i want to disappear and destroy randy marshs name and kill his bloodline and move to an unknown forest town and be a verternarian and go to the farmers market and no one would ever TOUCH me again!!! CRYING

ok last thing...yeah....the stan character studies. i love writing those like he is so fucking fascinating!!!! i like doing really long descriptions of the characters and how they look and act, how they feel, etc. thats why pep is so long because i love detail. ( i want to write more kyle ones because i feel like i know stan in my bones so can talk for hours but i am such a kyle girlie i want to talk abt him and gerald and shelia and ike and his Own pressure to preform and AAAAAAA )

SO LONG STORY SHORT....the flashbacks

( specifically the kyle reading to stan when hes depressed one,

the kindergarten flashbacks - specifically the one in five where kyle is like leave me alone giant eyed freak and then is like uhoh wait ur giant eyeballs are so beautiful my hands are clammy what is happening to me beepboopbeepboop malfunction

and the rooftop one where crunchy ass cottage core stan tells kyle his dream in life is to be nobody and live in cottage and go to the farmers market and be doc mcstuffins...beautiful... )

-uncle nina ( thanks for coming to my tedtalk )

#faq #mun centric #i love so much of pep but like idk those little moments are really precious to me #especially the really wholesome ones where u can just tell they are soul mates ughhhhhh #i also love when they bicker its so fucking funny to me

[slepyicarus]

Mc!Monday

this will be confusing but Icarus first fell in love with levi, who confessed before Icarus realized he also loves belphie, aka the pretty dream boy, aka the dude is working on freeing.

we know the drill so well, Lavendel already judges me for typing it out instead of having this presaved somewhere. Challenge is by @obeythedemons

Prompt: Uhoh! MC realizes they have feelings for a character! How do they react?

Tags: established relationships, ooc levi (he worked with icarus together on healthy communication), lucifer being worried, cursing, slight panic on the low, meantion of snake and cat

Calm crystal sounds mixed with the soft chirps of nightengales, soft rain and wind flowing through the summer leaves of a forest sounded through the tall room which Icarus resides in. Waking up sounded terrible at that moment for him. He'd rather slip back into the dreamscape of the prettyboy with midnight blue hair which looked like it was dipped into moonlight to turn the tips a soft white and continue looking at him while they talked and laughed. Stars, his laugh was pretty and sounded so innocently happy too...

Hold the fuck up.

Icarus sat up suddenly waking up both the sleepy calico sleeping next to him as well as the snake that slept on his chest now laying in his lap while he staring onto his soft dark purple weighed blanket. '

Pretty??? Innocently?? And since when am i thinking in the way i write stories like????, Icarus thoughed confused. He sounded like when he had that massive crush in 5th class. Shaking his head to get the ridiculous thought of having a crush on someone else beside his jealous boyfriend and he only meet in his dreams was as absurd as pink flying kittens appearing before him.

Starting to get up and do his morningt stretches, popping all his heavy from sleep joints, he scooped up his snake as he headed towards his shower, letting his cat continue to sleep.

Yeah, a shower will help surely! Always the best way to clear my head... Oh shit I forgot my phone!

Wiping across his wide bathroom mirror Icarus stared into his own tired green eyes. It didnt help...Why cant I get his stupidly handsome face outta my head! ...I really just called him Handsome didnt i?, Icarus let a massive sigh escape him while he wiped his right hand over his face, his other hand holding him up on the black marble top. He continued staring at his reflection for a few minutes, Ignoring the soft boops of his sweet snake Henry. He sighed again grabbing his skin care products and phone to listening to the news and weather forecast while he did the carefully by asmo crafted morning skin routine plus his make up routine while trying to repeat his affirmations as one does in the morning.

Which, respectfully, was kinda tricky as his brain always tried to swim towards two very pretty but equally as tired eyes and the warm touch of two very slim pale hands as well as that slightly slipped up T-Shirt that let the slightest bit of dancer abs show...

Icarus slammed his concealer on the top of the marble, possibly cracking it. "Stop it, Bitch. You ain't fucking 10 anymore. You dont have time to dream about some pretty boytoy. You have shit to deal with ontop of the brother's chaos and you already HAVE. A. BOYFRIEND. Get it together for fucks sake!", the exchange student scolded his reflection in the mostly fogged up mirror who stared back slightly blushed. Taking his color correction his covered up his blush and continued to work makeup into his pale face to look slightly more alive and alert before throwing on his uniform and heading down to deal with breakfast duty before Beel returned from his morning training and raided the fridge...again.

"Icarus, is everything alright?", the sudden voice of Lucifer pulled the Halfdemon out his day dream making him notice he had now a very crispy almost burned sunny side up. Cursing he took the egg out the pan burning himself in his panic slightly letting him yelp. Shaking his head the Avatar of Pride walked up to him and healed the slight burn to which the exchange student smiled embarrassed "Sorry, M'lord..Im a bit distracted from last nights dream.." "Was it a pleasant dream or another night terror?", Rolling up his sleeves Lucifer took over the frying, still he looking at the shorter. In turn said shorter demon soften his expression and starting to smile slightly while recalling his latest dream meeting "It was a really nice dream actually..." Seeing that expressions old emotions tried to resurface in Lucifer. That expression is the same as she had, ending in her demise. He didn't like the fear resurfacing. Icarus has gotten precious to his brothers and himself, especially to Leviathan as the two of them have started dating a few months ago. "Well I'm glad it wasn't another night terror, Icarus. Could you look if my brothers are up? I'm taking over your breakfast duty for today.", Lucifer asked calmly beginning to contuinue where the halfdemon left off. Icarus took a relieved breath and nodded "Of course. and thank you." With that Icarus took his leave to check if everyone is up yet leaving Lucifer and the heavy feeling of worry that settled in his stomach alone.

After checking if everyone else is up and getting ready his last step was his boyfriends room. It was difficult for him to get himself to check, knowing he should directly tell Levi about his troubled heart like a good communicative boyfriend. He still had to fight his worry how Levi will take the news. After taking a few controlled breaths he knocked.

From the oppesite site of the door came a grumbled sound before a very sleepy "Passwort.." "Leviiii~", Icarus used his most disgustingly sweet voice, "Henry is here with an important message for his Lord of Shadows~" "Co-ooorgh-me in, Baby..", Levi yawned.

Icarus couldn't stop the smile while stepping into the cool blue illuminated room. He would admit it took a long and hard time for him to get Levi to a level comftable enough to use that pet name when they are alone or Levi is extremly tired as well as tired so his anxiety couldn't make him to nervous to call Icarus this. But In Icarus opinionit was so worth it for all the butterfliesin his stomach eachtime levi says it.

Walking up to the bathtube Levi used as a bed the halfdemon sat down on the edge of it.

Levi was hugging his Ruri-Chan bodypillow while rubbing the sand out his eyes, clearly still dead tired. Icarus giggled softly, dropping down a bit to give the avatar of envy a soft good morning kiss "You need to get up, Schnucki. You have class in RAD today and a coucil meeting.", the lilanette explain calmly. Grumbling Levi looked up right into the others eyes, sunset meeting in gold encrusted emeralds. Slowly sitting up, making Icarus not needing to strech down at an akward angle he cupped his boyfriends face making Icarus smile "Hm, it nice to see your getting braver, Beloved. Im so proud of you.", Icarus almost purred in responds. "What is on your mind, Ruru? I see something is wrong.", the otaku changed the topic worried. Icarus dropped his smile and sighed, for the nth time that day despite it only being morning, the white snake around his shoulders softly going around his arm to snuggle into his owners hand, as if to distract a bit. "It's just..I think i fell inlove with someone else despite still also loving you? Im really confused about this all..", Icarus confessed, worried for the others reaction. Anxiously Levi questioned "Was I too neglecting to you as your boyfriend..? DO You love me less..?"

Spiralling into panic mode Icarus grabbed Levis hands and shock his head violently "NO! I-! I just think I am be poly, Levi! That has nothing to do with you! Its me only. You are the most perfect boyfriend for me! Please don't worry about this!" Levi, still looking worried at his boyfriend asked "Is it one of my brothers you also fell in Love with or a demon outside our home?" Icarus thought about this. How should he explain the situation..

"It is one of your brothers but its difficult to explain. I also feel like i need to use a command so you won't mess up something he and I are trying to do..Could you give me a bit more time to figure everythingout myself, Levi? I'm still unsure myself about everything to be completelyhonest..but it felt wrong not telling out..", the exchange student explained hoping for the best. Levi though a bit over everything before agreeing "Alright. Im trusting you but i want you to tell me when you figured everthing out for yourself, yes? And I want this whole weekendyou for myself!" Icarus nodded relieved, feeling the stone getting off his heart "Alright. Thanks, Schnucki. And Im truly proud your taking this all this well." Turning a bit red Levi scratch his neck a it looking away flustered before dashing off into his bathroom to get ready, leaving Icarus to his thoughts in the meanwhile.

Well lets see if i can figue this shit out..

#this is not my proudest work but mehr #i didnt know how to write this really #also im tired tbh #but i wanted to atleast finish this one tonight! #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #mc!icarus #obey me! #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc #obey me lucifer #slepy does challenges/trends #mc! monday

[paramouradrift]

Can't stay awake

@febuwhump

Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender, Pairing: Zukka Modern AU in which Zuko is the captain of the fencing team.

So this one's late, but that's because I, too, couldn't stay awake while writing. It's over on AO3 here.

Sokka pushed open the door to the econ lab with his shoulder, two large coffees in hand and a backpack over his non-dominant shoulder. The lab was really just a semi-large conference room with several rows of tables and computers all facing a whiteboard that stretched across the longest continuous wall. The window shades were drawn to block the glare of the outside. He located his quarry in the third row towards the back corner, and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Zuko was sprawled across his econ textbooks, fast asleep. His elbow rested on the keyboard of the computer in front of him, and was typing a long string of keysmash into a word processor. The taskbar was full of open apps, and the search engine in the background had too many tabs open. Zuko’s hair was pulled back into a practical but messy topknot, which was in the process of coming loose. Sokka placed the coffees down on the computer station next to Zuko’s and gently shook him awake. “Babe. Baaaaabe,” he said. “Zuko. You’re ruining your essay.” Zuko sat bolt upright, eyes wide, looking around in a panic. He ripped his arm away from the keyboard, cursing loudly. Then his eyes landed on Sokka, who was trying not to laugh. “Oh. Hey,” he said, his voice thick from sleep. “When did you get here?” “Just now,” Sokka said, slinging his backpack over the back of the empty chair at his spot and sitting down. “How’s the econ assignment?” Zuko looked blearily at his computer. His eyes scanned over the block of incomprehensible gibberish and then fell on the page count. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. “Fuck,” he said. “I must’ve passed out. My essay’s at 250 pages.” “Yikes,” Sokka said, and handed him a coffee. “What’s the page count supposed to be?” “Eight, including bibliography and references,” Zuko said, accepting the coffee gratefully. Sokka ran a few calculations in his head. “Well, how are you feeling after your nice forty-minute nap?” he asked, reaching over to undo Zuko’s topknot and scratch his head. Zuko clicked his tongue, but leaned into the touch. He hummed, mildly less annoyed than before. “Like garbage,” he said. “Thanks for the coffee.” “No problem, hot stuff,” Sokka said, scooting over to give Zuko a much-deserved peck on the cheek. “Good luck fixing your essay.” Zuko groaned again, but got to work. Sokka set himself up to get a head start on his mechanics research paper and maybe finish a math problem set while he was at it. A few minutes later, he heard a soft thump to his right. Zuko had once again fallen asleep at his desk. His hand rested on the number pad, having slipped off the backspace key, and was typing an endless string of 1’s. Sokka took pity on his boyfriend and moved his hand off the number pad. There were still almost 200 pages of random garbage to delete, so Sokka fiddled around in the settings until he found how to delete most of them. He then shook Zuko awake. “Oh Captain, my captain,” he said. “It’s dinner time.” “What!?” Zuko shot up in his seat again. Sokka spun in his chair, laughing his ass off. Zuko checked the clock with a frown. “Hey, not funny.” “Sorry! Couldn’t resist,” Sokka said, wiping away a tear. Zuko glared at him, and then launched himself at Sokka, tickling fingers extended and ready to strike. “Zuko, wait, no! Stop!” They were forced to leave by the lab proctor in short order. Standing outside in the hallway, Sokka checked for witnesses and then took Zuko’s hand. “Uh, sorry about that,” he said. “Did you save your essay at least?” “Yeah,” Zuko said. “It’s backed up on the cloud. I think I need another nap.” “Let’s go back to your room, then,” Sokka suggested. “I’m always down to cuddle.” “I won’t say no,” Zuko said, smiling at him. He checked the hallway, too, and then kissed Sokka on the lips. “But I hope we actually get to, you know, nap.” “No promises,” Sokka said with a grin, and then pulled Zuko away from the econ lab for a much-needed break.

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Hot chocolate or as I like to call it potion of un-fuck up emotions

#I make it so strong it’s disgusting but I don’t even care #it’s basically fucking cocoa powder and water #like three spoons of it in one cup I might as well eat the fucking powder from the tin #but. it works. sorta #I’m an adult #write as I typed that I fucking slipped and almost fell #I voted in the last election. I could get married if I wanted to. what the fuck #I actually know someone who by the most shady qualifications is an ordained minister LOLLLL #how has nothing killed me yet. how am I here lmfao #most of the time when my irls check in on me that’s what they say is how are you alive lol #and I don’t have an answer my luck is incredible #I once went 72 hours without eating or sleeping. another time I went to an all day serious meeting with the local board of ed #while I had food poisoning and could not stand up straight #I have had too many head injuries to reliably count. my head is like a fucking coconut #I once fell off a bike and down a hill and almost punctured an artery in my leg. my bf at the time had to drag me back up #I lost so much blood my vision was going crazy colors and I just laughed the whole time #he fucking bandaged me up in his bathtub and it looked like a murder scene #I actually broke the life line on my right hand bc of it #no other scarring bc I guess palms don’t scar easy except for that #like yeah I fell and out my hands out and then rolled and something got me right in that behind my knee #like on the inner side #it was a disaster I could not walk right for a while #anyways. uh #what am I talking about #oh yeah me being stupid lol #not to even mention the time I jumped off a bridge which I love to being up bc it was cool #and I am generally not cool just dumb #connor talks