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bunny584 · 4 months

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OBSESSED: YUTA

A/N: Sweet, innocent, puppy-eyed boy who is no better than the frat boys you detest 🤭 (this is for anon who requested a lil crazy special grade sorcerer doing ungodly things!! Shoko feat The Boys ™️ is up next, then I SWEAR I’m done and back to AO3)

C/W: Aged up characters, College AU. Masturbation. Mature, 18+

“YUUTA?! Are you kidding me?”

You stop time.

Heads turn in his direction. But Yuuta doesn’t register any it because of your smile.

The 1000-kilowatt smile that the locker room rumors about. The smile that stops traffic. The one that obliterates his train of thought.

365 days since he’s seen it in person.

And suddently the year in Morocco for his University degree feels frivolous.

Yuuta places two bottles of disgustingly expensive champagne (courtesy of Satoru Gojo) in between the half filled red solo cups.

He’s doing his best to keep his eyes above your delicate, sharp collarbones.

He’s doing his best not to follow the Barbie pink hair string around your neck.

The Barbie pink string connected to the triangular bikini that is defying the laws of gravity, Mother Nature, AND physics to keep your busty, perky chest supported.

Not to mention the sheer netted tissue thin excuse for a cover up. Draped around the curve of your hips. It warms him hotter than the Moroccan sun.

You wire yourself through the crowded sorority house kitchen. And Yuuta gnaws on his inner cheeks. The predatory stares from from the frat drones scattered about ignites a guttural flame.

But he’ll deal with that later.

Because Aphrodite is barreling toward him and he is not worthy.

“I can’t believe you made it!” You launch yourself into him.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Happy 21st birthday, gorgeous.”

One of his arms is more than sufficient enough to wrap around your baby doll frame. Other hand in his pocket, while he easily lifts and spins you around twice.

Airy giggles spill from your lips. So clearly surprised by how strong he has grown. He’s bulkier. More toned. Hell of a lot more confident too.

Is he showing of a little? Of course he is.

“You’re here. You’re really here.” You stare up at him with stars in your eyes. Still in utter disbelief.

Your tiny, warm hands cup his face. Yuuta subconsciously melts into them. You always did strum his body like a harp.

“Yuuta, you must be so tired. Your bedroom eyes are even more…bedroom-y.” You tease.

Yuuta laughs to choke down a groan. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained mulberry right now.

Because why would you mention a bedroom while you are wearing a bikini he could snap with his eyes?

“Hey, be nice! You know there’s no amount of caffeine that can fix the bags.” Good, fucking save.

He swallows thickly and averts his gaze. If he keeps looking at you, he’d drown. Like how he drowned freshman, sophomore and junior year.

A continent, couple oceans and a sea away from you couldn’t keep him afloat.

A palpable silence drapes over the two of you. There’s so much he wants to say.

“Who’s is the hot guy birthday girl is talking to?”

“Okkotsu, I think.”

“No WAY. If she doesn’t fuck him i—“

“OKAY!!!” You exclaim loudly, prompting giggles from your sorority sisters behind you.

Your cheeks are now matching his. You both burst into incredulous laughter, letting some of the pressure out of the proverbial valve.

“Give me a tour, birthday girl.” Yuuta grazes his fingers over your bare shoulders because he can’t not touch you.

Your hand magnets to his wrist and you both beeline up the stairs. He knows, you know, -you both know- you are heading straight to your bedroom.

Yuuta’s heart is throbbing so hard his whole rib cage is vibrating. Cotton lines every corner of his mouth and he’s suddenly forgotten how to swallow.

Forgotten how to breathe apparently too, because he chokes on air when you pull him to the front of your room door.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you muse playfully.

And now his cock is at full staff. The measly silver zipper is definitely not strong enough for this.

“I-Im sorry?” Yuuta gurgles through the saliva pooled in his mouth like a hungry puppy.

“It’s a pool party, silly. C’mon, you can use my bathroom to change.”

Yuuta makes the mistake of letting his eyes drop down the dip of your pretty spine. Tracing all the way down to your matching bikini bottom. That’s a thong. Lining between your perfect, plump ass.

God.

No.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

He follows behind you, nails digging into his dark jeans.

“Bathroom’s through the closet, be quick.” You flash him another pristine grin and…and..

..what is his name again…?

Yuuta returns your smile with a lopsided one of his own. The walk to the bathroom is 13 miles long. There’s no way. No way he’s going to be able to hide his unreasonable, rock hard length through his weightless swim trunks.

He halts. Suddenly enchanted by your hanging clothes. Like a Venus fly trap. You’re everywhere.

Your clothes. Your delicious scent. Your jewelry. Your shoes.

Yuuta is in the eye of your vortex.

A long, silky sleeve tickles his cheek. So soft. Electric currents surge through every engorged vessel in his cock. He takes in a long drag of the faint cherry vanilla notes etched into your clothes.

An addict. A hopeless, pathetic addict in a field of his vices.

His fingers earthquake against his buckle. Clumsily stepping out of his jeans.

Just a quick touch. It’ll help him relax. Just really fast, you won’t know.

Yuuta whips around to bury himself in your silk shirt. Heart thundering in his ears. Fingers tickling the hem of his trunks. Shaft fully tented from nothing.

“Yuuta? Did you get lost in there?” Your dulcet voice knock Yuuta’s lust-drunk thoughts loose.

“Ha-N-no! I’m c-coming!”

Yuuta shakily unbuttons his white linen shirt, exposing his lean but chisled core. His cock is diamond hard. Any slight movement and his blunt, leaky tip will peek over the hem.

He strategically folds his pants over the indecent bulge. He just has to count backwards from 500 then he’ll soften and leave the jeans behind.

“Come out!! I won’t bite!” You coax again.

The second Yuuta re-emerges from your closet, he digs the heel of his palm into his crotch. Trying to will his erection down by sheer force because counting just won’t do.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning against your palms flat on the duvet.

Your bikini has grown smaller.

It has to have.

Because the way your supple tits spill around the cruel joke that is that top fucks his brain to mush.

Soft curvy lines of your breasts. Feminine pretty lines of your tummy. The swell of your thighs just begging for Yuuta’s lips, his hands…his dick. He could drop to his knees and worship at your alter this second.

“Oh my god!” You giggle again, waving him over to the bed.

“You’re so, big, now.” Your hand lingers on his tensed bicep, currently losing the war against his cock angrily thrashing around in his pants.

“Am I?” Yuuta asks stupidly. Long sentences are off the table.

“Mmhm,” he watches your eyes lazily drink in his face. He must be an embarrassing shade of violet at this point.

Your hand makes its way into his hair and Yuuta just couldn’t choke down the “ohh,” that bubbles out of him.

“God, I’ve missed you, Yuuta.” Your face is so soft. So earnest.

And Yuuta is there with you, he swears he is. It’s just, you’re speaking directly to his cock right now and all the blood has drained from his head to his head.

“I mi-missed you. More.” He manages to grunt out, precum pooling on his thigh.

Hold it together. Fucking hold it together.

You turn your body and scoot closer to him. The peaks and valley of your cleavage, tantalizing him into a mindless fool who can only think about fucking his fist.

“Guys here suck. But not you. You’ve always been amazing,” you murmur, circling feather light shapes against Yuuta’s scalp.

He shudders under your touch. Biting his cheeks so his jaw doesn’t hang open. Drool already threatening to leak from his lips.

“So kind and sweet.” Your eyes drop to his lips at the same that your hand falls to his tensed abs.

And Yuuta is caught in your quick sand. His limbs loosen. Hand on his crotch melts away. Allowing his member to spring upward with all the blood he has in his body. The sudden movement causes his jeans to slide to the floor.

His ears and cheeks burn at his indecency. But he can’t move. He is at your complete mercy. His cock rhythmically pumping out his precum now.

“I..” Yuuta croaks, but in one dizzying motion you dive your lips onto his.

He snaps.

Yuuta’s left hand flies to his neglected, weapy shaft. The friction through his thin trunks evoke a deep moan into your mouth. His other hand grips the back of your head, pressing you forward onto his tongue. He didn’t ask for entry into your lips like he normally would. It’s too dire. He’s too needy.

His hand pumps his length while his tongue maps every corner of your warm mouth. You let out soft, high pitched sighs. Which nearly bring him to finish instantly.

“Oh, Yuuta.” You moan his name. And Yuuta’s hips rut harder into his hands.

He’s hoping, praying you’re too distracted by the bruising kiss to notice the pitiful way he’s bucking his hips. Humping his hand. He’s no better than the guys you were talking about. No better.

“OH BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!!!!” Shrill voices from just outside your door rip you two a mile apart.

Yuuta scrambles to his feet, his arm unsuccessfully covering his crotch. You are panting, thumb stroking your bottom lip. Both of you still brimming with your electric chemistry.

“Enough birthday sex!!! Time for TEQUILA!” Your sorority sisters babble and laugh, about 2 seconds away from opening the door.

You grip the handle. Face and body flushed warm rose.

“I-I-uh I have to-“

“Ye—yeah of course, I’ll meet you, down. I’ll meet you down there.”

Both of your voices nervously collide. Looking everywhere but each other’s eyes. You flutter out in haste. Leaving Yuuta in the middle of your room rock hard and a pre cum covered mess.

Like leaving a fiend with an array of illicit substances.

Yuuta turns on his heel and disappears into your closet. He’s not thinking. Logical thought has long ceased to exist. All he can think about is how much his balls ache for you. How drunk he is off your touch. Your taste. Your smell.

His eyes laser down to a crumpled pair of lace panties just a few paces away from your hamper.

Yuuta’s gaze could burn it through the floor.

Stop, Yuuta. Don’t you dare.

He scolds himself. Even though his hands do the opposite. He drops to his knees and pulls his heavy cock free from its barrier. The other hand toying with your worn panties.

He’s filthy. A dirty, nasty scumbag.

Yuuta tugs his cock, aggressively. Jaw hanging open. Short desperate huffs of air escaping his lips.

No, don’t. Stop. “Nnhhgh s-top…fuck..n-no.” His jagged thoughts and jagged words intertwine. Squelching noises from his arousal pierce through his groans.

Yuuta brings your panties to his nose, and nearly blacks out. Your scent. So fucking delicious. So perfect.

He needs to taste.

His groans become garbled when he stuffs your panties into his mouth. Every single nerve ending in his body ruptures.

Yuuta pumps his cock with both hands. Feverish. Sloppy thrusts of his hips colliding with his white knuckled fists. The world around him dampens. Blurs.

“Nnnghh..uhhgh..f-FUCK,”

Your spit-drenched underwear rolls out of his mouth onto his sensitive tip. Ropes, and ropes and ropes of his cum fill your soft négligée.

Yuuta hangs his head back, leaning against his calves. His dick still twitching through his nirvana.

After a few moments, the fog slowly lifts from his mind. His vision returns. Yuuta wipes the remnants of his arousal off his cock with your panties. Before tucking them into his pocket.

Unable to look himself in the eye, he quickly rinses his hands, intending to rejoin your party at once.

But, when his hand connects with the cold knob, a voice in the back of his mind pipes up.

Take another one.

And in a trance-like state, Yuuta rushes back to your closet hamper to find another pair of your panties.

A pretty, delicate red number catches his eyes and he stuffs it into a free pocket before scurrying out of your room.

He’s no better than them.

He’s worse.

PART II

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hotyanderedaddies · 4 months

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you are legit my fav author on here your stories are amazing, could I possibly request yandere wolf daddy with a forced feminized male reader ( who secretly enjoys it)

and can I be 🪬 anon? :3

[Yandere! Werewolf Daddy x Male! Reader]

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"Princess, it's time to wake up," Daddy whispered into your ear as he tightened his hold on you, squeezing you in closer to his hairy chest. He leaned down and placed a large kiss onto your forehead, exaggerating his kissing noises.

You grunted in response, already rolling your eyes at the older werewolf's foolishness.

The big werewolf rolled out from under you and stood up from the bed, stretching his powerful arms over himself. He looked down at you and mock-frowned when he saw that you haven't budged, too tired to get out of bed at such an obscene hour (7 AM).

Daddy crossed his muscled arms over his beefy chest, tsking at you. "Princess," he warned, putting on an authoritative air, "it's time to get up so we can get ready for the day. Now be a good girl and listen to Daddy."

"Shut up..." you whined, shoving the bubblegum pink pillow over your head in frustration.

You heard Daddy utter out a low growl.

Before you knew it, Daddy threw your tiny body over his broad shoulder. He stomped over towards the bathroom, plopping you on your feet in front of the tub.

"I'll lay your clothes out on the bed," Daddy said as he reached over and turned on the hot water for the shower, steam already billowing out. "Unless, you want some of Daddy's help?"

"Pass," you muttered, slamming the bathroom door shut so that you had some semblance of privacy.

As you washed yourself under the hot water of the shower, you couldn't help but sigh as you lathered up your hair with the sickly sweet strawberry scented shampoo. It was such a girly smell and the bottle was even bright pink with flecks of glitter garnishing it- you wouldn't have been caught dead using it at the gym with all of your buddies around.

Still, even you had to admit that it did smell a little good. You couldn't resist taking a big whiff of the sweet strawberries as you lathered up your longer hair that Daddy forbade you to cut.

Normally, you opted for buzzcuts since it was an easier style to manage, but now your hair was shaggy and starting to cover up your ears due to its longer-than-normal length.

After rinsing out the suds from your hair, you grabbed your equally sweet smelling body wash (this one shaped like a red candied apple), and washed yourself.

It's been four months since Daddy stole you.

You'd been packing up your stuff to move out of your freshman dorm at college. You'd been all set to leave the next morning and had lied down to get some much needed sleep.

That'd been when Daddy had snuck in through your open window, and had snatched you out of bed.

He'd taken you to the cabin he calls "Home", where he'd claimed that you were soulmates and where he dotes on you hand and foot...

and where he insists on calling you "Princess", "Baby Girl", "Sweetiepie", et cetera.

Daddy dresses you up in the girliest clothes that he can find, and he keeps on giving you gifts that would traditionally belong on the more feminine side of the spectrum (roses, jewelry, vibrators).

It was mortifying for a manly athlete such as yourself... or at least, it used to be.

Despite your annoyance, even you had to admit that having such a strong, hunky, muscly wolf daddy pampering you constantly was sorta nice.

Ignoring your irritation for the time being, you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back into the bedroom and nearly wailed at the hot pink hoodie and light blue skinny jeans that Daddy had picked out for you to wear. It was a rather tame outfit considering that there were no frills or glitter this time; but you were never a big fan of pink to be honest.

Still, not wanting another spanking, you yanked on the clothes, surprised at how soft the fabric of the hoode was. Despite its garish color, the fabric was soft to the touch like fleece, and you could definitely smell Daddy's musk on it from when he absolutely rolled around on it to scent it.

As you examined yourself in the mirror, the bedroom door swung open and Daddy sauntered in, wearing tattered blue jeans and no shirt, allowing his buff chest muscles to be on display.

The split second his eyes landed on you, Daddy rushed forward and wrapped you up in his arms, nuzzling you lovingly.

"You look so cute, Princess," Daddy gushed happily. "You're Daddy's Baby Girl, right?"

The way Daddy looked at you with such love and adoration in his eyes, combined with the softness of the hoodie, the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo, and the firmness of Daddy's large muscles caused you to completely melt into the wolf daddy's hold.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, blushing slightly as you rested your head on Daddy's chest, hearing the deep rumble of contentment as he kissed your forehead.

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darnell-la · 5 months

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Knock you up.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: perv!delusional!Eddie Munson x innocent!bratty!reader

warning: CNC, hair pulling, choking, stalking, perving, angry/hard sex, whining, defenseless, mention of drugging reader, non-con-face cuming while sleeping, age gap, etc.

WE DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY COPIES OF OUR STORIES!

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3rd person pov

God knows Eddie is a sick bastard. Never a day in his life since 9th grade has he not jerked off to some random thought or woman. Usually, it would be y/n. The girl he’s been crushing on since she started high school.

Munson was a senior when y/n arrived at the school. She was the cutest little thing he’d ever seen. The way she dressed, the way she looked and all the way up to the way she acted was perfect to him.

She wasn’t a child, and she was pretty mature for her age. The only thing about her that makes Eddie a creep, is how innocent she looks.

Y/n seems like a girl who wouldn’t drink unnecessarily, have unnecessary sex, miss classes or school, or do anything Eddie might have done his first year in school.

The innocent girl is now a senior and in the same class as Eddie. He’s failed 3 times, but this year has to be his last. He has to go wherever y/n plans to. He can’t just let her go.

All the years of walking past y/n and occasionally hanging out with her, he could never get her to feel as comfortable around him as he wanted.

Maybe that was his fault though, because he’d always pressured the poor girl to smoke with him, knowing she’d knock out every time.

He hadn��t used her body like he’d dreamed of when she would be knocked out, but he definitely did jerk off until he came on her face. He’d slip her tiny skirts up to take a smell of that cunt.

He could never get passed that point. Not even to free her tits or maybe eat her till she cums because he’d cum just from the smell of her.

After all these years of uncomfortable situations, y/n decided to tell Eddie, their senior year, that she was moving in different directions of friends. She offered to hang out occasionally, but he didn’t like that.

Eddie threw a fit and her neck ended up wrapped in his hand. He said some very nasty things, rather that was calling her “My fucking slut,” or saying “If you keep makin’ me wait, I’ll take it from you,”.

This was a couple of months ago, and since then, y/n hasn’t spoken a word to him. She can’t look at him or talk about him. He’s done too much.

“Y/n, just talk to me! I-It’s been so long,” Eddie stalked behind y/n as she walked through this surprisingly big school. “I don’t want to, Eds,” she said as she began walking up the stairs.

“Please, princess, I’m sorry, okay? I really am, I just- I just needed you,” Eddie said, aching that his baby girl couldn’t even look into his eyes. “Why do you need me? You’re like 21 Eddie. I just turned 18,” y/n rolled her eyes as she hit the top of the stairs.

Of course, y/n had a crush on Eddie since she was a freshman, but over time, she’s met other people. She’s never gone far because she’s had this voice in her mind saying Eddie. She could only be for Eddie.

Now that her feelings died down, she’s been getting better with letting these college boys make out with her. Maybe even finger her, but she’s never given to them or had sex.

Eddie of course knows about this, which makes him furious. She’s never told him about her feelings, but it’s not hard to see a shy girl.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that. We both know you love that. I’m mature and strong and can take so good care of you,” Eddie kept following the girl. She’s just trying to get to her class. She can’t have this conversation right now.

“I don’t need to take care of Eddie! I’m an adult,” y/n grew annoyed. “You’re not a fucking adult! You’re still going and need protecting,” Eddie’s delusional thoughts got out.

“Fuck off, Munson,” y/n finally got out. Eddie’s face and attitude about this situation, change right after her response to him pouring his heart out. This fucking brat.

Eddie quickly ran up behind y/n and grabbed her, causing her books to fall out of her hand. “Eddie, what the hell! Get off of me!” She yelled as she fought. They went at him for quite some time, but sadly, her bag ended up on the floor and she ended up pinned against the lockers by her neck.

“Calm down!” Eddie huffed in her face. As much as he loves the fight, he wants to set her straight. “Eddie, stop,” y/n whined as she kicked, but that didn’t bother him. “Stop it, y/n,” he moved his head inches away from her face, but she wouldn’t listen. She’s just acting up!

Eddie pulled her off of the locker and then slammed her back into it, knocking the wind out of her. “You do this do yourself. It’s all you! If you would just shut up, keep your head down, and listen, you’d be fine,” Eddie’s mind started racing.

“But no. You walk around her, actin’ single and open when you’re not. I fucking calmed you! I came on your pretty little face every chance I got. You’re marked,” Eddie spilled his secrets.

“N-No,” y/n didn’t believe him. “Oh, yes, and I think you I would. Just look at me, baby,” Eddie said as he began slowly grinding himself on her. She moved her face to the side after his lips touched hers, but that didn’t stop him from moving back into her face.

“You do something to me, and you know it. That’s why you let me hang out with you at such a young age. You’re a fucking tease, and you’ve been teasing me for far too long,” Eddie said

Seconds later, Eddie threw the poor girl to the ground. She’s been such a brat. She needs to be taught. He can’t go through this life of not stuffing her like one of her stuffed animals.

“Eddie, we’re at school!” Y/n yelled whispered as she tried backing up, but he soon got on top of her. “Good. Let them watch me take your innocence. Let them see that the freak is the only one to fill this bratty cunt,” Eddie whispered in her ear before tugging at her clothes.

Eddie turned the poor girl around, hurting her knees, but he couldn’t care less. He’ll take care of her when he takes her home.

Y/n begged, hoping no one would hear them and come out to see this mess, but him on the other hand. He wants that. He wants them to watch her so corrupted on his cock. They need to see.

“Please, Eddie,” y/n’s eyes began to water. She should have known this would happen. She’s even dreamt and prayed for something like this to happen years ago, but now, she doesn’t know. Does she still feel the same?

“Fucking Christ, y/n. You’re such a fucking hassle,” Eddie forced the weak girl's skirt to her mid-through. “These fucking panties don’t make this better,” Eddie chuckled, seeing how puffy her cunt was. Her pretty wet cunt.

“I’m gonna fuck into this pretty thing while you keep it down. All you gotta do, baby, is keep it down,” Eddie whispered in the girl's ear as he slowly pulled her panties to the side.

He’s always wanted to fuck her in her uniform. After she made the cheer team, he just had to fuck her in this outfit.

“D-Don’t touch there,” y/n stuttered as Eddie reached into his jeans. “Oh, baby — You know I’ll do more than just touch you,” Eddie stroked his already so painfully hard cock. So painful.

“I’m gonna rip you in two in these high school hallways,” Eddie said before spitting in his hand to get himself wet. She’s wet enough, but he can’t take his time fucking her. He’s already around the corner from cuming.

“You ready baby?” Eddie asked, which remained y/n, she didn't even fight anymore. “No!” She began moving and giving Eddie a he’d time, once again hoch pissed him off quickly.

“Fuck, y/n! You’re so damn hardheaded!” Eddie grabbed the fighting girl's head, making her arch her back. “Ow!” Y/n whined. Eddie brought a heavy hand to her ass, slapping it a few times to shut her up.

“If you keep fuckin’ with me, I’ll give you a harder time at my house. Trust me, you will not handle a cock in your ass,” Eddie threatened. The girl didn’t completely stop fighting back, but she did calm down. She still whined, knowing she couldn’t stop this. Apart from her doesn’t want to stop it.

“Good girl,” Eddie Said as he slowly began pushing into the whining girl. “Agh, fuck! Fuck, you’re s-so fucking tight,” Eddie slightly moaned as he got deeper and deeper into her.

Y/n’s legs began to shake as the taller dude began thrusting his hips. “Yeah, just like that,” Eddie slowly moved in and out of y/n as she shook uncontrollably with her sweetest whines.

“So fucking wet, baby. I could drink you for days,” Eddie said in her ear as her clot began to swell. “Eddie,” she whined, eyes rolled back and fucked out like he wanted her. He’s waited so long to see his princess like this.

“Mhm, you like it? Like went Eddie fucks his cock into your innocent pussy?” Eddie kept his mouth so close to her ear as she slowly began rocking her hips back. “Yeah — So fucking desperate for a cock. Always knew you were a slut. Fuckin’ told ya,” Eddie spoke as he sped up.

“Aah!” Y/n moaned, trying to keep herself down as her cunt got louder and Eddie’s thrust got more aggressive. He wants to risk it all. “C’mon, baby! Let it out. They then hear you,” Eddie encouraged as he pulled her head back more.

“Let it out!” He demands with a slap on her bare ass. “No!” Y/n still thought she had a say in anything. “You’re gonna regret it,” Eddie growled in her ear before pushing her face to the ground.

The huge man kept a hand on her face, causing her back to arch then grabbed her waist. With that, he began to fuck into her inexperienced cunt like a fuck doll. He has to do it. He gave her no choice.

“Fuck, Eddie!” She cried out as her ass clapped back into Eddie’s. “Yeah,” Eddie growled, losing control of the way he fucks into her. He almost forgot she hadn’t done this before.

“Want me to slow down? Is my cock too much for your fucked our cunt?” Eddie asked as he leaned closer to her face. “Want daddy to hurry up and breed this little pussy, and make you his little girl forever?” Eddie asked Y/n, knowing she couldn’t respond back. He’s so good at this.

“Yeah, I know you do. You wanna be trapped with me. Want me to knock you up on school grounds for everyone to see,” Eddie felt himself getting close as y/n whined at the twitch of his cock.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie’s voice cracked as he slammed into her cunt to make her feel it all. She didn’t know how, but just at that, she came. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She tried her best, but she had to let it go.

“Ah huh! Ah huh!” Eddie’s thrusts stuttered until he finally buried himself so deep, he was sure she’d become pregnant. “Oh fuuck!” Eddie groans loudly, surprised that no one has come out yet.

“Oh my god,” y/n moaned as her juice leaned all over her skirt. “Oh fuck,” Eddie chuckled, feeling his cock twitching in her walls. He knows he’s not as empty as he wants to be. As soon as he takes her home, he’ll empty the rest.

“Fuck,” y/n whined low as Eddie slowly pulled out and y/n’s lower body slumped on the ground at how weak she was. Eddie admired the cum leaking out of her plumped cunt. He even thought about eating her out.

“P-Please,” y/n aimlessly said, so fucked out, she will not be able to walk. “I know, baby. It’s a lot. But remember how bad you were. You don’t get to rest today,” Eddie said in her ear.

Eddie fixed y/n and himself up before pulling y/n to her feet slowly. “You’re coming home with me, okay?” Eddie asked. “Okay,” y/n said low, wanting all this taking care of that he mentioned. “Good answer, princess,” Eddie kissed the girl's cheek.

After coming home from a long fuck session in the middle of their school hallway, Eddie couldn’t help himself. He let hit sweet girl rest next to him on his bed after he cleaned her up.

She begged him too much for him to say no. Y/n surpassingly gave him a peck, causing his eyes to water. He finally made it. All the days he’s stalked, perved, and even punished her not too long ago, he made it to the point he wanted to get to. Which is with her forever.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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hiii i've gone through your whole masterlist and i'm obsessed with your works <333 an idea popped into my head and i just know you'll be able to bring it to justice because you're so talented hehe would you be down to write a friends to lovers fic about grooms man!eddie x bridesmaid!reader, like maybe it's nancy and steve's wedding, and everyone in the party just teases them like "oh so are you guys gonna be the next ones to get married" just so they'll admit their feelings to each othee once and for all hahaha sorry if it's too specific! love you <333

Eep this was so fun!

Warnings: some angst, language

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“There we go.” You gently weave the clip of Nancy’s veil into her hair, fluffing the tulle so it brushes her shoulders. “Nance, you look stunning.” Her curly hair is perfectly coiffed, falling in soft waves. Her dress is classic and elegant; an off-the-shoulder bodice with a full skirt. Even her makeup is perfect, with eyeshadow shimmering on her lids, lips painted a soft baby pink.

“Seriously,” Robin agrees as she hands the rest of the bridesmaids their bouquets. “Steve is gonna lose his mind when he sees you walk down that aisle.”

Max pipes up from behind her. “I’ve started taking bets on how long it’ll take him to start blubbering.”

“Personally, I think it’ll be as soon as he hears the music,” Holly adds, smirking. This makes everyone giggle, and no one can disagree.

Once the laughter dies down, Nancy beams, looking at her bridal party. “I can’t thank you girls enough for everything you’ve done to make this day so special.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and maid of honor Robin dashes over with a tissue.

“Don’t cry! You’ll smudge your makeup!” she warns, contorting her face at her own words. “God, I sound like such a priss!”

“Yeah, but you’re my priss,” Nancy teases, carefully dabbing at the corners of her eyes. She turns to you with a smile. “Y/N, could you go see if the guys are ready? I have this fear that one of them is gonna show up missing a tie or a shoe or something.”

“I’m also taking bets on that,” Max calls out. “My money’s on Mike.”

You take Nancy’s hand and give it a little squeeze. “No problem. I’ll make sure everyone is fully dressed.”

She thanks you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m so glad the gods of dorm assignments made us roommates,” she says as she lets you go. It seems like ages ago that you’d lugged your suitcases into the tiny dorm room your freshman year of college, greeted by the shy girl with big dreams of being a New York Times editor. The two of you had become fast friends, writing papers and cramming for exams together. After college, both of you had landed jobs at The Indianapolis Star, and the shared experience of being women in journalism had only brought you closer.

It had also brought you closer to Nancy’s friends from high school, many of whom were in the wedding party.

You rap on the door to the groom’s suite three times. “Is everyone decent?” you ask, pushing open the door slightly.

“10-4, we’re good to go!” Dustin’s voice calls back. He’s been taking his best man duties seriously–perhaps too seriously–since Steve first asked him to take on the role. You walk into the room and squeal with excitement at the guys in their tuxedos.

“You all look so handsome!” you gush. “Just wait until you see your bride, Steve. She looks even more beautiful than usual.”

Steve smiles, already blinking back tears. You’ll have to report back to Max that he didn’t even make it to the chapel before crying.

A clamoring comes from inside the restroom. “Stupid tie; won’t stay straight!” Eddie Munson grumbles, flinging open the door in frustration. “Does anyone here know how to–whoa.” He stops mid-sentence when he notices you in your lilac dress, accessory woes all but forgotten.

“Need some help?” you offer politely, trying to calm your nerves at the prospect of being so close to him. Eddie just nods, and you pray that he doesn’t notice your trembling fingers as you adjust his tie. “There; now it’s perfect.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “You, um, you look really…wow.” He blushes as he trips over his words. He’d been shy around you ever since you’d moved to Indiana after college two years earlier, but he’s never been this tongue-tied. Probably just nervous about the wedding, you think, shrugging it off.

“Good wow, I hope,” you tease, finding yourself unable to make eye contact with him. His gray suit is fitted to his body and his usually unruly hair is pulled back into a low bun. If it wasn’t for the signature rings adorning his fingers, the D20 cufflinks, and the guitar pick necklace peeking out from under his shirt, you might not even recognize him.

“Y-yeah, of course!” He rushes, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You blush at the compliment. “Well, you look very wow, yourself.” He looks more than wow; he’s downright gorgeous, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Especially in front of a crowd.

“Okay, lovebirds, save it for your own wedding,” Dustin jeers with a roll of his eyes. “We gotta start lining up.” He reads out the pairs:Mike with Holly, Lucas with Max…and Eddie with you.

You loop your arm through Eddie’s, waiting your turn to walk down the aisle. Steve and Dustin are already at the altar; the former has tears streaming down his cheeks, and Nancy hasn’t even started walking with her father yet.

“He’s such a mess,” Eddie whispers to you, making you laugh.

“Careful,” you warn jokingly, “you might be the same way at your wedding.” Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him in Steve’s spot; only instead of Nancy, you’re the bride.

You and Eddie part once you make your way to the front of the chapel; he takes his place next to Mike and you take yours alongside Holly. Everyone stands when Nancy enters, and you find yourself nearly as emotional as Steve. Her eyes are glued to her groom, and she can’t seem to stop smiling.

Your gaze briefly shifts to the groomsmen, and you’re taken aback when you realize Eddie’s looking back at you. He notices the tears brimming in your eyes and quickly pokes his tongue between his lips to make you laugh. You mirror his action and he grins, looking down at the ground before he gets caught causing mischief.

The ceremony is simple and sweet, with Nancy and Steve reading handwritten vows. After promising to love and cherish one another forever, the minister pronounces them husband and wife, and all the guests burst into applause.

Steve places a deep, passionate kiss on his new wife’s lips, and the recessional starts. You hook your arm around Eddie’s once more and head to the cocktail hour.

Nancy grabs you as soon as you enter the sunlit room. “Can you help me with my bustle?” she asks sheepishly. “This dress feels like it weighs a hundred pounds!”

You nod emphatically, ignoring your growling stomach. You really worked up an appetite being a bridesmaid. “Of course, Mrs. Harrington,” you say with a smile.

You’re kneeling on the ground of the bridal suite, determined to hook the loop around the buttons dotting the back of Nancy’s dress, when you hear a knock on the door.

“Special delivery!” Eddie’s voice alone makes you blush. Nancy, always astute, catches your pink cheeks in the mirror and makes kissy faces. You swat at her playfully.

“Come in, we’re decent!” you call back, and he enters with a plate of hors d'oeuvres.

He extends the plate out between the two of you. “Figured you ladies might be hungry,” he says. Nancy grabs a mini quiche, but you don’t want to get grease on your hands while touching her pristine white dress.

“You can just leave the plate there,” you tell him politely, jutting your head toward a nearby table. “I’ll have some when I’m done with this.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Max told me you’ve barely eaten anything all day, and I’m not waiting for you to faint. Really cuts into our dancing time if you’re unconscious, y’know?” He pinches a mushroom cap between two fingers and motions to your mouth. “How’s it?”

“Delicious,” you report. “Hit me with another.”

He laughs and obliges. This time, his fingers gently graze your lips, and you have to stop yourself from visibly shivering.

“Thank you,” you say softly, retreating into yourself after the accidentally intimate moment.

“Not a problem,” Eddie replies, unfazed by the ordeal. “Anything else I can help with?”

“I think we’re good here!” You finish fastening the bustle triumphantly, and Nancy breathes a sigh of relief now that she no longer has to drag the long train.

Eddie nods and steals a bacon-wrapped scallop from the plate. “I’ll see you two out there, then,” he says, but he’s only looking at you.

With Eddie safely on the other side of the door, Nancy looks at you with her arms folded across her bodice. “Now do you believe us when we say he’s in love with you?”

You bark out a laugh. “Because he brought a plate of food? It was for you, too. Is he also harboring a secret crush on you?”

“He didn’t feed it to me,” she shrugs, giving a knowing smirk. “And he didn’t mention dancing with me, either. Only you. And the way he looks at you? Come on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s just get you to your husband.” You can’t let yourself develop stronger feelings towards Eddie. You’ve been through this before–everyone convinces you that a guy likes you, you let yourself get attached, and then your heart gets broken when he inevitably starts dating someone else or says he only sees you as a friend. No, that can’t happen again.

The band plays song after song as you and your friends dance the night away. Robin, four shots of tequila deep, starts a conga line to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody.” Between the endless barrage of photo taking and the sheer happiness radiating through you, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Eddie’s among the group of you on the dance floor, laughing and moving along to the beat. This is probably what he meant by ‘our dancing time,’ you think; to your dismay, you’re disappointed by this realization. You could, in theory, ask him to dance to a slow song–it is 1992, after all–but you can’t stomach the idea of him rejecting you. Or worse–taking pity on you.

“Having fun?” Max shouts over the music, and you give her a thumbs-up. “How about you?” she asks Eddie, who’s sulking now that the band is playing some overdone Madonna song.

“Would be better if we could get these guys to do some Metallica or Black Sabbath,” he jokes, although you suspect there’s some truth to his statement.

Max rolls her eyes and says, “Don’t worry; you can have a metal band play when you and Y/N get married.” Your eyes widen at her brazenness, and you try your best to be inconspicuous as you shuffle back to your seat.

“Y/N!” Max calls after you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her cheeks are flushed, though it may be from the drinking and dancing.

“‘S not just that,” you mumble, slumping into your seat. “Sure, it’s embarrassing; but it’s also…I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Get your hopes up?”

“Yeah, get my hopes up that…that he feels the same way about me.” You feel your voice warble, and you take a deep breath to quell your emotions.

“Are you kidding?” Max asks incredulously. “Eddie is pathetically obsessed with you; it’s so obvious.”

“Then why hasn’t he asked me out? We’ve known each other for two years, Max. Two years. And he can make me feel like the most special person in the world, but he never makes a move.”

Max is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, chewing on a painted fingernail. “You didn’t know Eddie back in high school,” she starts, “but he’s basically spent his entire life being rejected, especially by girls.” She sits down next to you and rests her palm on your knee. “He asked this one girl to prom–a cheerleader–because he thought she was into him. And maybe she was, I don’t know. But her ex-boyfriend ‘won her back’ the day before they were supposed to go together, and she left Eddie in the dust.”

“That’s…that’s terrible,” you manage, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. “I had no idea…”

“He’s told us a hundred times that he wants to ask you out. He has all these plans: dinner and a movie, or a concert; one time, he even thought of taking you to a cooking class because you mentioned how you went to one in college and really liked it.” She snorts at the idea of Eddie using a stove without burning the place to the ground. “But every time, he second guesses himself and chickens out. And every time, we give him shit for it.”

“So what do I do?” You gnaw at your bottom lip anxiously, looking at her through your lashes.

Max pauses, considering her options. “Wait here,” she says finally, bolting from the table and making a beeline to Lucas and Dustin. She whispers something to them, and they nod in unison. You watch as Dustin sprints outside, where Eddie is smoking a cigarette. Lucas talks to the band, who is in between songs. They’re nodding their heads and discussing something, and Lucas looks satisfied when he hops down from the stage.

Your pout softens when you hear the opening notes of “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. You glance over at Eddie, who is making his way towards you with a shy smile on his face. When he gets to your seat, he extends his hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks. You can see in his eyes that he’s nervous, maybe even more so than you.

“Of course you can,” you reply, taking his hand and joining him on the dance floor. You drape your left hand over his shoulder and his places his on your waist as the two of you sway to the music.

“It’s come to my attention that I’m an idiot,” he hums in your ear. “And that there’s someone really, really important to me that I’ve been hurting, and I didn’t even know it.”

You shake your head, hair tickling his face. “‘S not your fault,” you tell him. “I could’ve said something, too.”

“That is very true,” he teases, twirling you gently. “Maybe we can be idiots together?”

“I’d think we’d better, considering everyone’s already started planning our wedding,” you joke back. “Although I’d prefer to start with a date.”

Eddie holds you closer, pressing a light kiss to your nose. “I think that can be arranged.”

The two of you dance in comfortable silence, just holding one another. You rest your head on his chest, breathing in the scent of musky cologne and cigarettes. You feel so safe, so loved, with his strong hand holding the small of your back. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur.

“Mhm?”

You shift your body slightly so you can look at him. His dark brown eyes are focused on you and you alone. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, and his jaw twitches slightly with nerves.

With all of the courage you can muster, you lean in and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you impossibly closer, resting a hand on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“Can’t believe I waited this long to do that,” he muses. “I really am an idiot.”

“I don’t know what’s more unbelievable: Eddie Munson kissing me, or Eddie Munson in a tux.” You laugh and kiss him again.

“Well, you’d better get used to the first one,” he says with a smirk. “But the second one isn’t happening again until our wedding.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #requests

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giasfolklore · 6 months

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Putting you in your place

ft. Gojo

˚｡⋆ pairings : Gojo x fem! reader

˚｡⋆ warnings : mean gojo! , brat taming, hair pulling, skull fucking, gagging, heavy degradation, use of slut, bitch and whore and last but not the least NO PROTECTION‼️, confession of love at the end.

˚｡⋆ no use of y/n

Being Gojo’s junior as a freshman you always teased him for not talking to women as an introvert, just because others made fun of him too but one day you did over the top and to top up the fabulous fiasco you underestimated Gojo about him being impotent.

You became just as annoying as everyone else but today you took it to that point where Gojo can only tolerate this much.

Rude and always wanting to scream out and make demands when things didn’t go your way.

Gojo pulled you to side of an empty storeroom taking off his belt and then unzipping his pants he had you on your knees getting your cute little mouth fucked by him and his hand holding onto your hair roughly skullfucking his thick length in your mouth. “You little bitch is this what you needed to shut the fuck up?”

“You needed to be treated like a brainless slut that you fucking are. Fucking annoying piece of shit.” His beautiful blue eyes shining with rage as he made you take his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth. Loud gags filling the empty storeroom as Gojo fucked your beautiful face.

You watched your mascara getting washed up by your tears as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into his lean body as you felt the tip of his dick bashing into the back of your throat with each movement his hips made. He was breathing really fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin constantly.

Gojo’s head fell back while pulling his dick out of your mouth as the cum was all over your face without warning he bended you over a table and started thrusting into your wet little pussy.

You let out soft cute moans and mewled at every time he bullied your cute little cunt open, stretching you out very painfully. Gojo groaned when you clenched down on him. His long fingers rubbing your clit on the top of thrusting his dick inside you so deep he slaps your cheek with a hand “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE WHORE” he grunted. Picking up your panties and stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it I had enough of your attitude and enough of your demands.”

Gojo’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your soft boobs rubbing against the hard wooden table as your body jerked with every thrust. It made gojo feel so good to finally put you back in your fucking place. He was tired of your demanding voice

Gojo this. Gojo that. I want this. I want that. “If you don’t get it i’ll make college life a living hell for you blah blah” always getting on him and coming at him like a fucking baby when things didn’t go your way he was sick of you and your little tantrums

Gojo grabbed onto your two wrists so hard, hard enough to leave a fucking bruise on your hands and on your waist he pulled your head up by your hair again fucking you deeper in your tiny hole.

You were tiny, and you felt very tiny against him your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled. Forcing your teary eyes open you could see the pure rage on his face. It gave him a lot of satisfaction to see you so stupid on his dick. “You know what maybe this was your fucking plan all along maybe you wanted to get fucked by me like a whore” he grunted.

“Fuck. You little annoying slut where is your fucking attitude now huh?” he laughed. A smirk came on his face “I should stop right now and teach you a fucking lesson” you whined in protest your tears doubling in amount. Gojo smirked wider, “I will teach you a real lesson”.

Your body trembled uncontrollably your moans and cries and screams were all unheard as you squirted “Fuck. you’re such a dirty slut.” He spat on your body teeth clenched as he was about to pull out. “I am going to fill you up with my cum. Someone as shitty as you is bound to be on a pill anyway.”

Gojo was still deep inside you and he slowly pulled out as you felt hot cum spilling all over your walls. “There we fucking go you little shit.” He sighed.

And then when he payed attention to your mascara tear stained face and bruised body Gojo’s eyes widened. Shit did he go too far? he took the panties out of your mouth and asked you if you were okay you started crying and hugged him tight saying “I’ve always wanted to do that with you Gojo, I wouldn’t do it with anyone else. I love you.” He cupped your face with his big hands and made you look up and said “You’re so beautiful” he smiled. You smiled too and then he picked you up and took you home and then you and him started a new journey of your relationship and soon Gojo fell for you too and you were happily together.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #jjk gojo #jjk #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader

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infinitegest · 8 months

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ive had this idea of a monster (me) with a sort of desire aura--not mind control, but anyone I wanted to would want me badly. I'd set up shop near a prestigious college and pick out a couple of the most promising freshmen--valedictorians of their high schools, preferably. Sharp, organized, responsible types who'd never let anything get in the way of their education, the last people anyone would expect to get pregnant in college. But as soon as they're at my place, not knowing what's behind my human disguise, they'd be throwing themselves at me, begging for me to fill them up. I'd go light for their freshman year--plant maybe just two or three of my spawn in their bellies, though still enough to force them to waddle from class to class after a few months. When they're not in my presence, they're cursing themselves, wondering what the hell they were thinking to wind up so huge and heavy with a near-stranger's babies, but as soon as they see me again they know they'd do it again in a heartbeat.

And don't worry, they would! I'd keep them as my own little broodmares for the rest of their college careers, adding a few more to each litter every time, until they spent their senior years breathing heavily with every step, nearly immobile with the weight of over a dozen little ones in their enormous, overstretched wombs. i just think it'd be fun.

this has been sitting in my inbox for a while bc oofffff

an intelligent, ambitious freshman, excited for a whole new stage of life, eager to become a Real Adult and have Real College Experiences, is walking back to their dorm after their first week of classes when they see you sitting on the steps of one of the buildings. they make eye contact with you, and they know, instantly, that they want to go home with you. they would normally never do something so irresponsible, so impulsive, but... this is college, right? random hook-ups, sexual liberation, a Real College Experience! all they have to do is go over and talk to you. besides, it's not like their parents will ever know...

smash cut forward to the winter break. they're in the bathroom on the train. their stop is coming soon, their parents will be picking them up,and they're desperately trying to convince themself that their chunky holiday sweater will be able to conceal their swollen tummy, which already looks like it's on the cusp of the third trimester despite their buns not even being halfway done baking. it's mortifying enough rolling out of bed each morning to the judgmental glances of their roommate, unavoidable in the tiny freshman dorm they share, but now they're about to be with the people they care about, the people whose validation and approval they've been thriving on for years. they pull the hem down for the dozenth time and groan deeply, trying to script out a gentle way to break it to their parents that the favorite child, the valedictorian, the prodigy, is now big-bellied with the babies of a complete stranger. they couldn’t even make it a full week on their own without getting knocked up, they couldn't even say what your name was (and why can't they remember your face?)

when they get back from a remarkably chilly winter break (in more ways than one), they're relieved to see that they actually share two classes with another one of your swelling breeders, though they have no way of knowing that they have that in common. from their perspective, it's just nice to not be the only one with a prominent belly, and to have a peer they can chat about growth and aches and cravings with.

the two become fast friends. they have so much in common, after all: both intelligent, ambitious, and knocked up by some rando towards the beginning of the school year. they briefly muse on the plausibility of the passengers within the two burgeoning tummies being half-siblings, before laughing it off and moving on to other topics.

spring comes, the time of fertility, and the two have been getting closer and closer (and bigger, and bigger). late one evening, lazily rubbing each other's bellies after some sweaty fun, the classmate mentions something they'd heard about-- an off-campus housing opportunity, specifically geared towards the comfort of expecting students.

it almost sounds to good to be true, that someone would forego being a total leech on society renting out such a spacious, comfortable property to the wealthier members of the student body, instead choosing to provide free, conveniently-located housing to students who let their libidos get the best of them and are waddling with the consequences. but, the classmate claims they've talked to another big-bellied peer, a sophomore who swears by the place.

so, together, the freshman and their friend decide to meet with the owner of the place, to get a good look and see if there's a slot or two open. the freshman is worried: they're unmistakably pregnant, massive enough that the kicks of their cargo are occasionally visible from across a lecture hall. but they're due just after finals week; if they aren't pregnant anymore, would they still be allowed to move in? this is what they're anxious about, squeezing their friend's hand as they waddle together to the property and knock on the door for the meeting.

of course, as the door opens and they see your smile, those worries vanish. if being knocked up is the prerequisite for being a tenant, then they know they'll be eligible for years to come.

#my writing #asks #thanks anon!#hpreg #the other #pregnant student #you might be a monster but at least you're not a landlord #don't be a landlord #cw dubcon #kind of #fav

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stcverogers · 2 years

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AUGUST FIC RECS 2!

what i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the second half of august

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series

masterlist

STEVE ROGERS

A: the garden by @wkemeup the garden was a special place just for you and steve

F: mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart 𖥻 all justice rogers wants for christmas is for her father to get a special lady friend

F: sexiled by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend 𖥻 when you get sexiled from you dorm and forced to spend the night in the common room, you meet steve

S: backfire by @hansensgirl ari isn't too fond of his friends looking at what's his

F + A: missing you by @youlightmeupfinn chris just wants his wife back

SEBASTIAN STAN + CHARACTERS

F + A: the way we were / the way we are by @pedrito-friskito 𖥻 the avengers phase 3 rewritten with you and bucky

F + A: awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd 𖥻 in an apocalyptic world where zombies have invaded, you and bucky fight to survive

F + A: in the arms of justice by @avengerofyourheart 𖥻 when you are a witness to a crime, you aid a handsome detective in helping solve it

F + A: to serve an protect by @buckybarnesowl 𖥻 as an ex-cop and now social worker, bucky is determined to stand by the right side of justice

F + A: drowning by @mymoonagedaydream 𖥻 bucky is the only person who knows about your aquaphobia

F: the museum by @subwaysurf45 𖥻 finally moving out from your over-protective parents, you wave through life as a college freshman

F: tiny white matchmaker by @doasyoudesireandlive you help buckey search for alpine

F + S: let's play pretend by @khimili bucky's your fake date to your sister's wedding

MATTHEW 'DAREDEVIL' MURDOCK

S: these are the nights by @foli-vora late nights with matt are the best

S: 8:34PM by @gxtitobxby it doesn't matter what matt says, you are not needy

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

F + A: white lilies by @thedevilwearsvibranium 𖥻 pietro maximoff gets on your nerves and the last thing you want is for him to hover over you 24/7

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: waiting for someone by @a-reader-and-a-writer rooster and hangman just can't take the hint that you're waiting for someone

F + A: my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd 𖥻 no matter what happens, you will always be robert's love for life

S: peppermint by @bobbyonboard it's too hot out, way too hot

F: sunscreen by @siempre-bucky you can't possible let bob get sunburnt, can you?

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F: a first and a second by @seresinhangmanjake how could you say no to jake?

F + A: split by @seresinhangmanjake for the first time in his life, jake seresin is willing to change

A + S: this string by @robertcallsignbobfloyd time doesn't heal wounds but hangman is doing whatever it takes to make it up to you

F + A: my sunshine by @libraryofloveletters you are hangman's sunshine

S: dog tags by @zablife you wear hangman's dog tags and he can't get enough of you

F: woah baby by @sebastianstangirl01 you break exciting news to your big brother and uncle

F: how do you love somebody else by @softspiderling you and jake didn't end things off on the best terms

F + A: firefly by @sinsofwriting you move to top gun with jake

A: whiskey glasses by @thesewordsareallihavetogive jake's in the doghouse

F + A: the only thing by @justfandomwritings 𖥻 it is so clear to everybody, even the two of you, that you and jake are undeniably in love. why then are you here in texas while jake is hundreds of miles away?

F: thumbs up by @lorecraft jake loses his composure whenever you're around

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: the boyfriend experience by @notroosterbradshaw 𖥻 rooster is your fake date to a wedding you are reluctant to attend

F + A: "hey, it's bradley" by @domesticcaboose bradley leaves you a voicemail after you not speaking to each other in years

F + A: take a chance on me by @goldustwomun almost two decades ago, you took a chance on bradley. now, will he you?

F + A: and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay by @gretagerwigsmuse 𖥻 you don't like the navy. rooster is in the navy. it would never work out between the two of you, right?

F + A: visiting hours by @suck4angststory rooster pays you a visit

F + A: gravedigger's daughter by @honeypiehotchner 𖥻 winning at darts and free beers, that was all hangman was to you.

MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA

F: the moments in time that led me to you by @callsign-squints the birth of baby garcia

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slafkovskys · 1 year

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owen introducing his baby girl to the umich boys !

she was so, so small.

and maybe it was because owen was so big and this tiny, defenseless two-week-old baby was just wiggling around in his arms still trying to figure out the world, but until you had elaine, you never realized how small babies actually were. she makes a noise of discomfort when owen stops rocking her and he immediately starts back, shushing her, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i won’t do it again.”

“you’re going to have to when you put her in the car seat, o,” you mumble, leaning your head against your hand just taking in the sight of your boyfriend and your daughter.

“don’t tell her that,” he shushes you before looking up from elaine to you, “we don’t have to go today, y/n. if you need another day of rest, i’m sure that they would understand-”

“owen, if i have to spend one more second in this house i am going to lose my mind. and besides, i think that brendan might seriously never speak to me again if i make him wait another day to meet her,” you sigh, sending him a gentle smile. “let’s get this show on the road, power while she’s content.”

he stands up off of the couch carefully and bends down at her car seat, strapping her in ever so gently. “do you have her-”

“owen, baby, calm down. her bag is packed and i triple-checked that everything is in there. we’re just going to be gone for a couple of hours max,” you run a hand through his hair, “you might want to put a hat on. yours is worse than mine and i’m the one that had the baby. you’re the one that almost fainted.”

“you said you wouldn’t bring that up,” he whines as he goes to grab a hat, “especially in front of the team.”

it was almost thirty minutes later when you were making your way down the tunnel of yost, owen carrying a blanket-covered car seat while you trail a few paces behind. the boys were in the middle of a drill so that gave owen a second to balance the car seat on the bench. you watch him hesitate letting go, making sure that it was completely secure before doing so, but making sure his hands were free just in case. no one notices you for a moment, but you jump when there’s a shout of,

“the baby is here, boys!”

suddenly, skates are rushing in your direction and chatter coming from everywhere. when you and owen send them a glare, however, they go silent. you point, “she’s sleeping.”

“well, wake her up. it’s time to party.”

there’s a sharp nudge sent to the junior’s hip whose name you had not been around enough to memorize, jacob shakes his head, “that’s not how it works with babies.”

“if any of you wake her up, you will never skate again,” you give your best glare, “that’s not a threat that’s a promise.”

owen chimes in, throwing an arm over your shoulders and tucking you into his side, “and i support her wholeheartedly. i will assist her even.”

“okay, okay,” brendan chimes, having pushed his way to the front, “can we see the kid at least? she better be wearing the onesie i bought her too.”

“no, she better be wearing the one that i bought for her-”

“she’ll get through them all eventually. now, i can not stress this enough,” owen sighs as he turns the car seat around so that it’s facing the boys who have started pushing each to get a view of your baby who was still hidden from them, “you can look, but you can’t touch. and keep quiet. understood?”

“i think the freshman’s coming for your job, becks,” dakota chimes with a laugh, nudging at jack’s arm.

it goes quiet as owen lifts the blanket, setting it on top of the car seat. you lean forward to see if elaine was still sleeping and let out a sigh of relief when you see that her eyes were closed and she still had her mint green pacifier bobbing between her lips.

it was almost comedic watching a group of college-age men dressed in full, hockey practice gear leaning against each other trying to get a peek at your child, but they were so respectful about it. maintaining the silence so your daughter could maintain her peace. when phillipe raises his hand, you nod, “when do you think she’ll be ready to play mini sticks?”

“oh my god, we need to get her a space in the locker room.”

“like a designated baby area! that’s a great idea-”

owen makes a noise of disapproval, “she will not be stepping foot in the locker room.”

“i hate to break it to you, op, but she won’t be stepping foot anywhere for a while.”

#owen power #concepts #baby power series

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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ok ok ok so

the year is 1987, it’s your second semester of your freshman year at college, and you’re super fucking nervous about taking chem 101 because 1) you haven’t taken chem since you were like a tiny little bitty bopper in high school and 2) the last time you took chem, you totally sucked ass at it.

so on the first day you’re like praying to god that the professor will let you guys work in pairs and by some miracle, he does.

here comes the hard part:

who do you pair up with??

you lock eyes with the girl at the lab station next to yours. she’s a cute, tiny, strawberry blonde with a blue scrunchie in her hair that perfectly matches the blue of her eyes. it’s 7 o’clock in the morning, so, she’s fresh-faced with not a lick or makeup on. however, if you had to guess, you’d probably say when she does wear makeup she tends to stick to the pretty baby blues and pinks. she looks like every popular girl from your old high school, but somehow prettier, with kinder eyes and a warmer smile. you think there’s no way in hell she’s gonna pick you as her lab partner, so you quickly avert your eyes and resume your search of the laboratory for a potential partner.

however, your search is swiftly interrupted by the sound of a soft, sweet, timid voice call out your name. your eyes quickly flit back to the girl on your left only to find her looking at you expectantly, albeit a little shyly.

“that is your name, right? it’s, um, it’s written on your notebook,” she says, pointing to the lab notebook you’ve set out on your station.

“y-yeah,” you stutter back. you response earns you a sweet smile from her, she seems oddly reassured by how nervous you are.

“i’m chrissy,” the strawberry blonde introduces herself timidly, as she holds her dainty hand out for you to shake.

you accept her hand, shaking it quickly, nervously, before dropping it in favor of picking at your own cuticles. “nice to meet you,” you respond simply, though not unkindly, as you muster up a small smile to offer her.

“do you want to be my partner?” chrissy asks.

“me?” you reply dumbly, mentally berating yourself for being so awkward.

“yeah,” she responds with an easy chuckle. “i noticed you already have all your stuff set out,” chrissy clarifies as she gestures towards the goggles, lab notebook, calculator, and two number two pencils you have set out neatly at your station. she continues, “i like having a partner who’s as prepared as me; shows you’re going to take this course seriously.”

“yeah, y-yeah, definitely,” you stutter, “i, um, i’m majoring in biology so i kinda really need to pass this class.”

“really?” chrissy asks, perking up excitedly. “i’m a bio major too!” she explains giddily. “are you premed?” she asks.

“no, no. i wish had the brains for that, but, um, i actually prefer environmental sciences,” you reply. somehow the smile on her face only gets brighter.

“me too!” she all but cheers. “are you taking principles of biology this semester?”

“yeah, i’m on my second semester of it. i have professor hughes,” you reply.

“so do i! i’m in her 3 o’clock class!” chrissy says excitedly as she unthinkingly reaches forward gently grasp your arm, unable to contain her joy; you think she’s somewhat like a golden retriever in the regard, especially given her luscious strawberry blonde locks. she blushes when she notices how forward she’s been, murmuring out a quiet “sorry,” as she releases her featherlight hold on you.

as if to placate her, you smile at her brightly, her excitement serving as a balm for your nerves.

“unfortunately i have her at 10,” you remark, “wish i would’ve signed up for her afternoon class so we could’ve been partners there too.”

chrissy’s bright smile swiftly returns at your words, any lingering shame fading away as her excitement renews.

“well, if we can’t be lab partners there too, maybe we could get together and study sometime? i’ve heard the first couples weeks of this semester focus more on viruses and bacteria, and, well, microbiology really intimidates me,” she admits.

chrissy’s offer takes you by surprise; mere moments ago you would’ve guessed that someone like her would simply turn their nose up at you and now, here she is, asking you to be her study buddy in addition to being her lab partner. maybe all the clique-y high school shit really does get left behind when you graduate.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you agree.

you don’t miss the way she blushes slightly and bites her lip before bashfully responding, “great! m-maybe we could meet at the café here on campus this friday and get a head start on studying?”

“yeah, that sounds great. i have some free time in between bio and my 1 o’clock psych class if you want to meet up around that time,” you offer.

“sure, yeah! it’s a date!”

for the rest of the week leading up to your meeting on friday, you hyperfixate on those last three words as well as the way chrissy kept sneaking glances at you during the remainder of the lab. <3

#should i turn this into a full fic????#also sorry for any typos this is really just a short lil concept so i didn’t proofread it or anything #hence the all lowercase letters #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham au #chrissy cunningham fic #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham thoughts #chrissy cunningham x fem!reader #chrissy stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 4 #science girl!chrissy

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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First day jitters

Steve harrington x f!reader

Warnings - panic attack

First days of anything were always hard on me. For example, my first day (and every other day) of kindergarten through fourth grade always ended up with me having to be pulled out of my parents car. I was a sobbing mess, begging for them ‘to let me stay with them’ and that ‘I’d be good.’

I always had to go though. These ‘tantrums’ (that later got diagnosed as a severe anxiety disorder) ended up with me barely having friends growing up. I didn’t mind much all people did were ask stupid questions so why would I need’em. School slowly got better for me, I still had panic attacks but mostly in the comfort of my own room (AND NO WERE ELSE). The one time I did have a panic attack outside of my room I got laughed at for weeks at school. After I graduated high school I was relieved. No more dreaded seven o’clock morning, no crowds of people, no rules. I took a gap year in between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college to relax. Cool my nerves, spend time with my boyfriend and family.

The summer was amazing until my mom forced me to get a job. Saying ‘I needed some experience’ but luckily my boyfriend Steve harrington put in a good work to his boss at scoops and got me hired. I’d get to work with my boyfriend, the person I was most comfortable around.

The night before my first day I was a reck, my breathing unsteady as tears cascaded down my cheeks. I was scared that I’d fuck up and get fired. I was scared that his best friend Robin would hate me. I was scared that the costumers would hate me. If I were in a bigger town or city i wouldn’t give to flying fucks what the costumers thought of me. But sadly I lived in a tiny ass town where everyone knew everyone. So if one person had a bad experience with me everyone would know in a matter of days. I decided that maybe I should probably go spend the night at Steve’s. It would give him a few extra minutes to get ready since he didn’t have to pick up me, and he’d get to spend time with me what was better than that. Well that’s how I ended up here.

My face buried into Steve’s chest as his alarm clock was blaring in my ear. My breathing was unsteady again and tears were building up in my eyes. Luckily Steve wasn’t a light sleeper so maybe I’d be able to get myself through this panic attack on my own right? No I ended up in the corner of Steve’s room, my knees pushed up against my chest, and tears falling down my cheeks.

“I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go” I mumbled under my breath as I rocked myself back and forth.

“Sweetheart?…are you okay?” I looked up to see Steve. His face contorted into a worrisome expression. I sniffled as I shook my head, “awe baby” he said as he got up from the bed throwing the sheets to the side. He kneeled down in front of me wiping my tears. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared, I don’t want to go please don’t make me go” I begged as I grabbed onto his arm. “Hey…we’ve gotta go if we didn’t I promise I wouldn’t be going either. There’s nothing to be scared of baby” he said. I shook my head sobs racking through my body. “You don’t understand.”

“I know I don’t but I’m trying, come on what are you scared of. You can tell me.”

“What if I fuck up? What if robin doesn’t like me?”

“Honey, you’re not going to fuck up. And Robin she’ll love you.” He said

“Come on, we have thirty minutes until I have to actually be up, you wanna sleep some more?” He asked. I nodded slowly and he helped me get up.

Honestly that day I had nothing to worry about, Robin did infact love me. All she did all day was ramble (Steve said she did that when she liked someone) and I barely interacted with people, Steve or Robin would handle the cashier while I scooped.

#fanfics #x reader #joe keery #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #joe keery x reader #steve x reader #robin buckley #stranger things 3 #steve harrington #scoops ahoy #starcourt mall

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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What I want to know is why did Lindsay Ellis's debut novel take so long to be published? With a platform like hers, surely the manuscript would be acquired quickly? Someone explain.

She explained it herself in a video, and I think it was an accurate account.

If you run a YA-themed channel and are publishing YA or you're Max Miller of Tasting History doing a cookbook or Bernadette Banner doing a sewing book, then yes, they want you.

If you have a significant platform but not A-list movie star level and that platform is completely irrelevant to your book, you'll be a tiny step above the rest of the slush pile but no more than that. (Which is what Lindsay said in that video where she answered this.)

She wanted to publish regular SF, which is one of the least hot publishing categories that they are least looking for new voices in. I haven't read the book, but the beginning is visible in the usual previews, and it's... kind of mediocre. I'm not saying it's awful, but it's not the kind of prose that would grab me and make me think I had to fight for this author out of the thousands of hopefuls. It opens with a memo on alien linguistics as a prologue, which was okay, but here's the first paragraph of chapter 1:

On the morning of the second meteor, Cora's 1989 Toyota Camry gave up the ghost for good. The car was a manual transmission with a stick shift its previous owner had wrapped in duct tape years ago, a time bomb the color of expired baby food that should have gone off sooner than it did. At $800, she had paid more for it than it was worth, but back then, she had been a freshman in college and desperate for a car. In the two years since, she'd grown accustomed to the ever-loudening squealing of the fan belt, but on this morning, after she put her key in the ignition and the engine turned, the squealing turned into a hostile screech. A disheartening thunk thunk thunk followed, then a snap, then an angry whirr, all before she could react. But by the time she turned off the ignition, it was clear that the car, her first and only car, was dead forever.

This is... fine. I've certainly read worse, but again, aside from the prologue memo, this is the very beginning. It's a long, static, clunky paragraph full of backstory in the past perfect. It's full of mannered attempts at a distinctive, quirky voice—like the expired baby food thing—that ultimately sounds like everybody else's voice.

I like Lindsay, and I wanted her book to be great, but I don't find the beginning compelling at all. I'm sure that, like many books, there are plenty of cool plot things later, but everyone knows your first page needs to grab readers—especially readers of the slush pile.

The protagonist sounds like a wet blanket even after that opening paragraph. I assume the idea is that the dramatic events start on a particularly shitty day for her, but she sounds passive, depressing, and dull to read about, not like someone who's just at a low point. She may well improve later, but why would I stick around to find out?

Overall, it really reads like the juvenilia of someone who will become a decent prosesmith on manuscript 5, but this is manuscript 2. Frankly, I expected better.

Publishing doesn't have that many slots for new authors in a given genre in a given year. A lot of people want to be mainstream published. Plenty of them have decent manuscripts. Clicks and follows do not translate to giving money, and they especially don't translate to giving money to a separate artistic endeavor that appeals to different tastes.

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Thanks to @muslimintp-1999-girl for making a most CoAi Tay song poll. I promised to write a song fic for the one that won, and coincidentally it was one that I had in the works already. And since this began on tumblr, I’ll post it here and on ao3 <3

You Belong With Me?

Summary: It’s a matter of principle. She was here first and they grew up together for goodness sake! Of course people can change their minds, but she waited patiently for two years with the title as his girlfriend, so how can it be over just like that? It’s not fair.

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can’t you see

You belong with me

Standing by you waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know baby

You belong with me

It’s the first day of school of her freshman year in college. She’s nervously making her way around the courtyard, trying to navigate this new chapter in her life.

If only… no, she can’t think about him. Not today. But it’s too late. He’s like a virus that refuses to go away, no matter how much she tries to get rid of him.

Breathe Ran. It’s the first day of school. So what he’s going to be studying here too despite missing a whole year of high school. His super smart girlfriend must’ve helped him catch up.

She frowns, he was already smart before she came into the picture. She just doesn’t get it!

Okay, so yes Miyano Shiho is gorgeous, but she’s so shallow! What does Shinichi see in her? Yes she might be brilliant, holding multiple doctorates while Ran barely managed to make the cut for university, but Miyano is always making Shinichi feel stupid!

Yes her childhood friend can be an idiot, but he’s her idiot! Kudo Shinichi belongs to Mouri Ran. It’s been this way since they were four. Why can’t he see this!

Thirteen years together, plus two more of her waiting for his return so that they can go on dates like normal couples. They were official for two whole years and didn’t even go on one single date together.

They saw each other more frequently when they were just friends…

Crap, she’s been lost in her thoughts for too long. She missed the turn for her first class. Now she has to hurry or else she’s going to be late. She can’t make a bad impression on the first day.

Turning around, she bolts towards the science department. It’s a good thing she’s a fast runner, she makes it into one of the last two empty seats in the room before the professor begins pulling up the syllabus.

Quickly taking out her notebook, she takes a deep breath to slow her racing heartbeat. She thinks it’s just about back to normal when a loud commotion interrupts the professor mid sentence.

“Sorry I’m late!”

She’s heard those same words too many times to count, and that voice too. She doesn’t even need to look next to her to know that the last empty seat, is taken by none other than her ex boyfriend.

She cannot hide her displeasure, making the mistake of glancing in his direction as he dares to flash her a sheepish smile.

She hates him, but she really doesn’t. Her heart rate picks back up. Get it together Ran. It’s just one look, just a tiny smile and already she feels herself falling again.

“Don’t make it a habit next time, Kudo. Even if you have Miyano-kun vouching for you.”

Great. He doesn’t even get in trouble for being late, and of course the professor knows Miyano. Why is life so unfair?

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, mentally she’s still stuck in her eight am class.

Next Chapter

This must be a sign from the universe. The apartment across from her dorm gives her a clear view of the person residing there. Yep, it’s none other than the guy who still owns her heart. This has to mean something.

He doesn’t see her yet, engrossed into a heated phone call. She can’t quite make out the conversation, but she swears she reads the name Miyano on his lips.

Figures Miyano would be picking a fight with Shinichi right now. Honestly they should just break up. All they ever do is argue.

Keeping her eye on the window, she moves over to her CD player to start this new album she’s been obsessing over.

She smiles remembering the amount of effort Shinichi put into getting it for her. Who knew CDs would be so hard to come by?

She’s willing to bet Miyano doesn’t listen to this kind of music. She doesn’t seem the type to care about things like this.

He finally hangs up the phone, a frown etched onto his beautiful face. She knows what will cheer him up!

Before she can even gain his attention, he’s distracted by the person who walks into his room. It’s just not fair. How can she look so flawless in a short skirt in this weather! She’s not even shivering!

Ran takes a moment to compare her attire, noting her worn t-shirt she hastily threw on as she was running late. It’s one of her favorites, it’s reliable, but it dulls in comparison to Miyano’s fashion sense. Even Sonoko couldn’t help but admire Miyano’s style.

Again she still can’t hear anything, but it seems they’re continuing their previous argument.

Ran instinctively ducks when she sees Miyano walk over to pull the curtains close for some privacy. It doesn’t stop her from seeing their silhouette press together in the glow of incandescent bulbs above their heads. The image seems to be magnified as it burns into her memory.

The way she moves away to gain some distance, how he immediately rushes to pull her back into his arms. Shutting her venomous words with the touch of his lips onto hers. Ran has to look away after this. Shinichi has never shut Ran up with a kiss.

Next Chapter

She’s adjusted well to college life. Going to classes, finishing assignments, making new friends, and allowing Shinichi back into her life.

He has a way of worming himself into a person’s heart, like a parasite who slowly takes control until it’s too late to break free of its influence.

So even though she decided she would get over him and go back to being friends. Old habits die hard. She finds herself wishing for his company more and more, only to be let down again and again.

It’s times like this she wonders how Miyano deals with his frequent disappearances. Will it eventually become too much, breaking them apart and leaving him all alone?

No, Kudo Shinichi shines too brightly to ever be left alone. If not Miyano, someone else will gladly take her place, and even though she knows she shouldn’t. Ran would be first in line.

“Ran? I thought that was you.”

“Shinichi? What are you doing here?”

“I got caught up in a case.”

“You and your cases. Some things never change.”

“No, they don’t. Are you headed back?”

“Just about. There’s a cafe up ahead that everyone’s been raving about. I thought I would go check it out.”

“That one just opened up right?”

“Yeah… um… if you’re not busy, you’re welcome to join me.”

“Sure, it’ll be my treat.”

Her heart is thumping erratically in her chest. This is it. This must be what it’s like to finally be on a date with Shinichi, just the two of them without his insistent babbles about mysteries.

They opted to sit outside at a park bench since it was so crowded inside. The weather is finally warming up, soon it will be spring.

She wasn’t thinking when she blurted out her hope that he would come with her. She’s never been one to remain shy when he’s involved. Preparing for another rejection, she was overjoyed when he accepted.

She expects it to be awkward, they haven’t really spoken outside of their one shared class. The conversation flows naturally, they seem to pick up right where they were, before he broke up with her.

She melts seeing his smile, it’s been a long time since she’s seen his smile. She notes the bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been sleeping well. She calls him out on it.

“I’m fine, really, just busy.”

“I know you better than that. What’s bothering you, Shinichi?”

“… nothing. I’m doing great, honestly.”

“… we are still friends right? Maybe you’ll feel better if you confide in someone.”

He pauses as he weighs out the pros and cons of letting her in. It has to be about Miyano. He’s never kept secrets, unless his girlfriend is involved. There must be trouble in paradise.

She waits with bated breath for the answer. Until the clacking of heels interrupts them.

Glancing up, her eyes meet the woman who took everything from her. Clenching her fist, she forces herself to calm down. She can’t make a scene when Shinichi is already upset.

Sure spring is just around the corner, but is it necessary to walk around in sparkling golden heels right now? Ran looks down at her trusty trainers, this is much more practical.

Looking over to see what Shinichi thinks, she’s taken aback by his reaction. She’s never seen this side of him before.

The look of relief when he sees Miyano standing in front of him, how his eyes soften when she asks if he’s ready to go home. He immediately reaches for her hand as a response, cracking a smile on her normally impassive features.

She’s beautiful when she smiles. Not that she isn’t already gorgeous, but it’s a kind of radiance that rivals the light of a thousand suns. An aura she once believed only belonged to Shinichi, but now she knows there is another.

Miyano is polite when they bid their goodbyes, she even tells Ran to try a vanilla latte next time. With oat milk to be exact.

It’s then she realizes why Shinichi was so quick to take her offer. Going as far as snapping a picture of his drink, even though he used to think it was silly when Ran would do this. He was sending it to Miyano, in hopes it would be enough to lure her over to him.

Next Chapter

Her whole life she knew her place as a spot next to Shinichi, growing used to his presence. How he holds her together when she’s in her deepest woes. In return, she does the same for him.

Or at least she thought she did. He was her safe place, she tried to be his safe haven as well. Making herself available to him at random times, usually to use as an excuse for his absence. Doing little things to cheer him up when he’s in a grumpy mood, even though she thinks he’ll feel better if he just cries it out like she does when she’s sad.

She knows all of his hopes and dreams. Though she claims to be annoyed, she does admire his drive to achieve his goals. She knows he can do anything if he puts his mind to it.

So then… why couldn’t they make it work?

Why did he break her heart with claims that he may not be able to return, leaving her waiting in agony every single day during the course of their relationship.

Why didn’t he immediately rush to her side, and beg for her to take him back… after whatever battles he had been fighting without her were over?

Why come back without any explanations except for an apology she never wanted to hear. How he couldn’t give her the life she wants, because he made a promise to some other girl.

Who cares about this newcomer? Did she put in as much time and love into this boy, now a grown man, as Ran did? Were nights spent pacing up and down in desperation that his absence is just a bad nightmare? What gives Miyano Shiho the right to come crashing into their lives and stealing what is rightfully hers?

Their love story isn’t supposed to end in tragedy, Ran and Shinichi should have made it all the way to the very end. Live the fairytale happily ever after she’s been dreaming about since she was four.

It’s just not fair. Kudo Shinichi belongs to Mouri Ran.

“Shiho, wait!”

Ran doesn’t know why she does it, but she hides behind the building like a coward. He’s not even looking for her, why should she hide?

Miyano certainly isn’t as she continues to walk ahead of him, she isn’t slowing her stride. Ran wonders how she’s still able to move so quickly with those black pumps.

“Shiho!”

He finally catches up to her, grabbing her wrist, forcing her to turn around to face him. Even from this distance, Ran can see the anger in her eyes. Miyano Shiho is livid.

It’s then she takes a better look at Shinichi and notes his disheveled appearance. It’s a miracle he was able to catch up to her so quickly given his injuries.

“I told you to wait for me.”

“I heard.”

“You cruel woman, I’m in real pain and you just left me at the nurse’s office.”

“You should’ve just stayed there and gotten your wounds treated.”

“You’re still mad…”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Shiho, I…”

“No Shinichi, stop. I’m not doing this again. I warned you and you didn’t listen. It’s over. We’re done here.”

“I promise there won’t be a next time, I didn’t know that guy had a knife. Look at me, I’m still fine, it just hurts a little.”

“You know I don’t mind you going out and solving cases, but you’re so reckless! Do you even consider how I feel seeing you hurt every time? I’m grateful that you gave me back my life Shinichi. You taught me not to be afraid, but now you’re the reason for my fears. I’m tired of being scared.”

“Shiho, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. Just let me go.”

She pushes him away, intending to walk off by herself. He doesn’t allow her the luxury. Reaching out before she has the chance to completely turn away. He gathers her into his arms, holding her tightly, afraid she may disappear into thin air should he let her leave.

Ran cannot hear the whispers he speaks into Miyano’s ear, but it seems to calm her down enough to return his embrace. The only thing she manages to make out is those three little words.

He loves her. He really loves her.

The End

Once upon a time Ran believed she was in love with a boy who would only love her back. Now she knows better. It doesn’t matter who was here first, or how much time they spent together. There is no measure for love.

After seeing the almost break up of shinshi, she goes back through her memories one last time before letting the past stay in the past.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt, of course it did, it was real after all. It still hurts if she’s being honest, but it’s a dull ache that no longer consumes her every waking moment. Some days, she forgets it even existed.

Sonoko asked her once what made her graciously bow out of this love triangle, she told her she deserves better; as her best friend, Sonoko wholeheartedly agreed.

The truth is, she learned an important lesson from Shiho that day. It’s a cliché, but seeing it in action solidified the expression.

Shiho was willing to let Shinichi go, despite loving him. Teenage Ran wouldn’t understand this, even if she did want them to break up, but Ran now understands.

No one belongs to anyone, only to themselves. So while she used to wish her ex boyfriend would come back to her like they do in the movies. Now she knows, Kudo Shinichi belongs to himself and he chooses Miyano Shiho.

So, it’s time Mouri Ran do the same. It’s just a matter of principle, she can’t have her childhood best friend showing her up after all. That just wouldn’t be fair.

#You Belong With Me?#CoAi #shinshi #my mind turns your life into folklore forevermore series #all the Tay song references

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kiriel123 · 1 year

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MDZS/The Untamed fic recs

Five Things That Didn't Happen in Xuanwu Cave by Deastar

Alternate canon – exactly what it says on the tin, ways that wangxian may have gotten together in Xuanwu cave. Each story is self-contained and really cute.

break my heart and start again by twinagonies

WLW Modern AU long distance friends wwx and lwj become friends with benefits when wwx moves to town. Wwx catches feelings and ends things so as not to burden lwj. The pining in this one was off the charts, it made me insaaaaaaane

guess who by dustyloves

WLW Modern AU wwx gets railed at a party but doesn’t see who did the railing. Lwj does not enjoy hearing wwx’s speculations on who it could have been. Peak freak4freak in this one, all best friends floss each other’s teeth right?

Summertime Living by MadamMistress

Alternate canon teenage wwx and lwj share a dream that starts slow and ends spicy. Upon waking up they realize it was a talisman mishap. Very sweet Cloud Recesses get together

Hooray for Murder! By wearing_tearing

Modern AU best selling author wwx is living a pretty good life until someone starts killing people and staging them based on murders in his books. Perfect time for wwx and best friend morgue attendant lwj to get on the case!

Jiang Yanli vs. Freshman Year by groundwiremantaray

Modern College AU Jiang Yanli-centric – how Jiang Yanli grows up, goes to college, and starts figuring life out. Features Jiang-Nie older sibling friendship, and the Jin Zixuan-Luo Qingyang-Jiang Yanli college trio. Such a good representation of The College Experience and I loved the family/friendship dynamics

ripe for the taking by sassybluee

Post Canon lwj has a hard day and comes home ready to be taken care of by his husband. Wei Ying needs to show up and do his duty! An absolutely delectable little fic featuring pillow princess and brat lwj

emergent properties by luckymarrow

Modern AU new parents wangxian are fostering teenage Mo Xuanyu. Wwx takes him out for a day of shopping and fun. So precious, I love this little family, marrow always writes the most heartwarming and horny wangxian

a nest where a mountain would be by twigofwillow

Alternate canon Lan Qiren finds an orphan on the streets of Yiling and takes him home. Some things change, some things don’t. Baby Wei Ying and Baby Lan siblings always hold my whole heart in their tiny hands

Until We Find Our Way by cqlorphan

Post canon wwx is staying at Cloud Recesses but, worrying he’s overstaying his welcome, makes plans to leave and wander. Lwj would of course never stop him, but drunkji has some strong opinions about wwx leaving. Features the most adorable bunnies and drunkji shenanigans

#mdzs #the untamed #fic rec

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ao3feed-byler2 · 10 months

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the roommate problem

by getsalami

“Yeah, it’s just… I dunno, it’s stupid. But I guess I’ve just been thinking, like, no one else at this school knows what we’ve dealt with except us. I thought maybe rooming with a stranger would help me make friends but… but I should have just asked you to live with me in the dorms in the first place. And I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Oh.”

“But– if– if you don’t want me to, that's totally fine. I mean, I get it, you’ve already been putting up with me for years, so–”

“Mike,” Will laughs, “Mike, stop. I would love to get an apartment with you.”

And oh, how those words roll perfectly off Will’s tongue. What is he getting himself into?

Mike and Will's freshman year roommates are so insufferable that they inadvertently cause them to figure their shit out and get together.

Words: 2361, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, teeny tiny baby IT crossover, but not major enough to actually tag it

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/VE20eK8

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

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tiffcore · 10 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀belle reve!

twenty - two. nothing but a bully. campy little girl who likes to be mean to chicks with fat enough tits.

belle ultimately peaked in high school. her 'friend group' which really wasn't a friend group, just people who could stand within 5 feet of one another and resist the urge to talk shit, consisted of upperclassmen and one freshman who was too pussy to say anything but "Yes, Belle" and "Yes please, Belle." she really liked it like that.

a little delusional of her to think that it'd stay like that forever though! but it's par for the course that the little cunty blonde thinks the world revolves around her. in desperate need of a reality check, belle is, though she doesn't really get it until she realizes she doesn't even have enough credits to apply to college! she ought to have threatened more people to do her homework ...

oh well, she was never one for school anyway. college was just chock full of gross, sweaty dudes. men are only good for lining your pockets, and even then - their attitude is hardly ever worth it.

so she applies to the first job she sees where the staff is all female. not just any random women either - buxom and cute, shy and not too headstrong...

and imagine her surprise when her next assignment is with tiffany! who's all smiles, just like she was when belle was pulling her hair and trying to squish her tits. belle isn't any nicer, talks hot shit like she's not flipping burgers like the rest of them. tiff smiles at her and it still pisses her off.

she listens to her music though. abides by it like it's scripture, was the first person to buy the merch when it dropped - tacks it to her wall because she can't be caught dead being a fan of anything but herself. sometimes she wishes she wasn't so ... stuck up, but it's far easier to be hostile than to tell a pretty girl you like her...

childhood?

belle wasn't fortunate enough to have parents that wanted her.

Which is tough for her I guess 🤷, so she funnels all the rage in her tiny, haughty body outward, cause she'd burst a vein and bleed out otherwise.

Belle has never been nice. Not even for a second. When she was a baby she would tear rubber nipples to shreds (because nobodies putting el diablo's face near their funbags, no way) and tied the necks of her stuffies with shoe lace string so she could get good flicking and whipping action. Belle wasn't really eccentric, but moreso chaotic and creative in her menacing.

She's a sharp tool and definitely stabs. But she's always had a soft spot for pretty girls.

Never outwardly of course, but in the recesses of her mind, she's always had this little dream ... A budding desire to have a girlfriend of her own. Ugly boys with their snot noses and stupid fucking faces didn't deserve the attention of such cute things!

But she never did find it in herself to be kind to anyone. She's brash, crass, and wanted things her way more than anybody else.

She used to know this one girl, though. That she liked more than giving losers swirlies, more than cutting braids with safety scissors, more than telling boys they have puke breath and kicking them in their balls,

A pretty girl. With those starry eyes and sanrio backpack and so... Sickeningly cutesy. With her kitty tights and too bright expectations of what to get out of life.

Belle would swear up and down she hated her. Would hide all the drawings in the back of her notebook of the two of them together, hugging and playing...

But would work over time to make her life a living hell. Knocking her books to the floor, stealing her comfort plushies, ripping the head off of one just to see what she looks like when she cries.

Eventually, the girl ended up switching schools!

Belle never really recovered from that loss...

But she eventually got lucky.

Now she sees that girl almost every day.

her?

Belle is so prickly she could be part cactus. A short girl, barely past 5'0 and a total Chihuahua. Short and menacing, Belle does have some fighting skill, but not a tough enough physique to hold her head above water in a real fight. She's picky about women, very critical of bodies and has no problem being inappropriate with others, discussing things sexual ad nauseum, regardless if it makes others in the room uncomfortable.

She's skinny and boxy. Her face card is immaculate, but her body is on the flat side, especially for a girl who has soooo much to say about what tits are a good size and whether or not a girl's ass is fat enough for her. Belle is so size queen. She likes girls bigger and badder than her, with a cutesy demeanor and a fluffy little face like ...

Well, it's incredibly obvious she has a type.

ships?

obsessed with Tiffany, likes Pearl a lot too, but is just insufferable cunt.

dol - whitney tries to slut her out (mission semi successful)

kylar is sooo happy she's smaller than him ❤️

robin's pretty spooked by her, she has fun making fun of his baby dick.

tokyo revengers - in tr au, she's apart of toman. she doesn't like to talk about her intiation, so don't ask.

#🧨 belle reve #little firecracker

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