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rninies · 4 months

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✮ so you do like me - gojo satoru

synopsis: you and gojo confess in an unexpected situation.

warnings: fluff, chaotic reader and gojo, gn!reader, gojo is tiny bit oblivious — wc: 746

notes: i love oblivious gojo i think hes so stupid (affectionate)

gojo satoru is annoying.

you’re saying this as his best friend who’s been with him for years, and even though you’ve been friends for that long, he’s never failed to annoy the shit out of you. there’s never a day where he doesn’t bother you about the stupidest stuff ever — you remember getting a call from him at three in the morning asking if you had any spare hand soap at your place (you got mad at him for a day for that).

hearing satoru sigh for the tenth time today, you turned to look at him. “what is it? why are you so… gloomy today?”

“nothing,” he repeats the same answer he gave you two minutes ago which makes you sigh as well, giving up on asking any more questions. when he sees your uninterested eyes, he sits up straight. “okay, well, i have this problem and you’re my closest friend but-” satoru groans, leaning back against the chair and placing a hand over his face.

that piqued your interest. “but?”

“it’s hard.” satoru shakes his head in distress. “it’s so annoying i can’t talk about it.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean you can’t talk about it? you can always talk about anything with me.”

“no, see! that’s the problem here.” satoru stands up and walks towards you. “do you know how goddamn hard it is having a crush on someone and not being able to talk about it with the only person you want to talk to it about because it’s about them?” he exclaims, frustrated at himself.

you paused. “yes, i do. i absolutely do and it’s horrible. trust me, satoru, i know.”

“how do you know? i’ve never seen you look at anyone with hearts in your eyes.” satoru narrows his eyes. “i’ve never even heard you talk about crushes ever since we became friends!”

“you’re so dense.” you sighed, finally mustering up the courage to say it. “it’s you, dumbass. i’ve had a crush on you like two weeks after we became friends. i’ve never talked about crushes with you because it’s you i have a crush on. how am i supposed to talk about being in love with you to you?”

“huh?” satoru freezes in his place, brain malfunctioning with the information you just gave him. “wait- huh?”

“take all the time you need, toru.” you crossed your arms, patiently waiting for satoru to say something coherent.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME?” satoru bursts, arms flailing around. “we- why didn’t you say anything about having a crush on me? wasn’t i obvious with my feelings for you?! i thought you would’ve known about what i felt when i-”

“when you what?”

“when i gave you my last piece of chicken nugget!” he exclaims.

you paused. “seriously? you giving me your last chicken nugget is a sign of love?”

“have you never read or watched anything romantic? people would usually give up their last piece of their favorite food to their lover!” satoru asks, and you shake your head making satoru gasp. “you’re so uncultured.”

“um? i meant that i had never seen anyone do that. ever.” you replied. “you’re the one who’s watching weird “romance” movies!”

“don’t you dare call my romance movies weird! you just have to watch it with me and you’ll be in love immediately.” satoru huffs, walking closer to you so that you can smell his cologne. “so? what do we do now?”

“are you just going to stand in front of me and not ask me out on a date?” you asked, and satoru laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“so,” satoru says as soon as he removes his arms form you. “you had a crush on me, hm?”

you scoff. “as if you didn’t.”

“it is because i’m absolutely irresistible?” satoru gives you a smug smile.

“as if.” you reply. “no, it’s because you’re an idiot, and-” you paused, taking in a deep breath, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “and i can’t imagine life without you.”

“oh my god.” satoru gasps. “you’re such a romantic! aw, y/n!” he embraces you once more, but this time, you tripped and ended up falling on the bed, his figure crushing you.

“satoru-” you wheeze, slapping his back. “can’t breathe. let. go.”

“no way. i’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” satoru smiles down at you. “i love you.”

your ears turn red and you immediately look away. “...i love you too.”

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samandcolbyownme · 1 month

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hey can you do one where like y/n does only fans and colby finds out about it?

Warnings: strong language, onlyfans star!reader, friends to lovers

New series called Snippets. I will write a little for each request and then keep them all together so I can come back later and use them to write a full one shot. Hope that makes sense! Thank you!

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Colby sounded different on the phone, he didn’t tell you anything was wrong, but you could tell there was something bothering him.

You liked Colby.

A lot.

The one thing that’s been holding you back from telling him about said feelings, is mainly your onlyfans page. You were sure whether or not Colby would be okay with that, and to be honest, you pay your bills with that money.

You wanted Colby, yes. But you weren’t sure if he wanted someone that has shown their tits for money.

After an hour and a half of taking pictures in different colored lingerie for your page, you wrapped it up at the perfect time because you hear the front door open and close with a powerful shove.

You shove your tripod in your closet and the lingerie at the bottom of your bottom dresser drawer and turn around just as there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.”

The door opens and Colby walks in, “Hey.”

You give him a smile, “What’s up, Colbs?” Your smile fades when he doesn’t look at you for a few seconds, “Colby?”

His words shocked you, “Do you do porn?”

You blink a few times, “um. I mean yes and no.”

“What do you mean yes and no?” He turns towards you, “Do you just go through guys? Like what? how does that work?”

You hold up your hand, “Whoa, back it the hell up. What is your deal?”

Colby sighs, “My deal, is that you do porn and you never told me?”

You laugh slightly, mainly trying to cover up your nervousness, “Colby it’s not straight porn. Okay? I do OnlyFans. I don’t do anything nude. Well..”

He looks at you, “What do you do?”

You grab your laptop and bring it towards you. You get in, clicking around until you pull up your page, “Here. Look. The only really bad thing is that I show my boobs. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

He walks over, sitting down beside you as he takes your laptop. You can tell there’s a positive change to his demeanor and you bite your lip, “So.. who told?”

Colby laughs, “well.. actually.” He looks over at you, “one of Sam’s buddies sent him a screen shot and asked if it was you.”

He looks back at the computer screen and scrolls down, “It was this picture actually.” He point to the screen and you purse your lips, “That was a money post.”

“What’s that mean?” Colby looks at you and you can’t help but giggle, “It means.. you have to pay to see the photo.. and who ever sent that to Sam.. paid to see it.”

“So, they’re subscribed to you?” Colby asks and you nod, “or someone else he knows is?” You shrug, “I’m not sure, Colby.”

He just stares at you, “Huh.” He jocks his jaw and nods, “Mm. Okay.”

“So what? Are you like mad at me? Not friends anymore?” You purse your lips, “Like does this make you look at me different?”

Colby shakes his head, “Not really. Well.. I mean, okay. Yeah I see you differently now, but like..” he scratches his brow, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to tell you because I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it and I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Colby chuckles, “Ruined?” He shake his head, “No. not at all. As I said. Different.. a hundred percent.”

“Different?” You ask as you tilt your head and he nods, “Oh yeah. You’re so much hotter than I originally thought.”

You can feel your cheeks growing warm and Colby’s next question didn’t help any matters, “So how do you feel about potentially doing porn?”

Fuck, you think, “Um. I mean..” you laugh slightly and look down before looking at Colby, “Maybe if it was someone I was comfortable with?”

You nod, Colby heavy on your mind, “Yeah. I think I could do it.”

A smirk grows on his lips as he slowly leans in, giving a nod to the right with his head, “Go get those pretty little outfits, because we’re about to be making you bank, baby.”

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httpshujii · 1 month

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“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

With Suguru’s broad build filling up the narrow door frame, you couldn’t tell what seemed to bother him all of a sudden. What would bother him anyways considering the hotel you guys will be staying at has every fancy aspect you can think of.

An onsen, a world class restaurant, and even a whole theater that fits over a thousand people for God’s sake. So what is the issue with the shiniest hotel in all of Japan?

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m changing the room.”

“What? Why?!”

But he isn’t even listening, already dialing away on his phone, most probably calling Yaga to complain about whatever reason there is.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Why won’t he answer his shitty phone?!”

“Geto Suguru!”

“Huh?”

You like him? Speaks the voice in your head. And with a roll of your eyes, you purse your lips as a frown tugs at your lips, “What’s bothering you so much to the point where you want to change the room?”

And that’s when the male’s pale skin reddens, a veiny hand covering half his face, a groan of a bothered soul escaping his throat, “There’s…there’s only one bed.”

“Huh.”

You shake your head, you didn’t hear him right…right?

He sighs and pushes you ahead of him. Now with the room in your view, your heart drops at the sight of a small couch, a desk, and a single king sized bed, “Oh.”

“Yaga I’m gonna commit heinous crimes on you.” You grit out as you hold your phone against your ear.

“Why?”

“You booked us a room with one bed! That’s why!”

Suguru plops against the bed and groans into the sheets as you continue taking your pajamas out from the mini suitcase you carried.

“I didn’t book the room.”

A long, very, extremely, uncomfortable silence lingers around you. Oh fuck no.

“I’m sorry, I’ll call you back later.”

Quickly hanging up you scroll through your contacts pressing on a certain someone’s and the call rings three times before he finally answers.

“I’m going to put you in a pit of spiky rocks then proceed to pour lava on your skinny body of nothing but paper thin skin and fragile bones.”

“You love me so much~”

Of course Gojo would book a room in the richest hotel and of course he’d put you and Suguru in one bedroom with one bed.

“When I catch you Satoru…” He giggles instead, you can just imagine that stupid smirk on his face and how he’s probably buying some sweets considering the sounds of people and cars beeping in the background.

“I’m doing the both of you a favor, you should thank me instead of threatening my existence.”

“You’re so funny, I’m dying.” You snap out, injecting as much sarcasm as you can into your comment.

“Anyways, I should get going and you, Miss I Have The Biggest Crush On Gojo’s Hot Best Friend, should go and snuggle up with him, no?”

“I’m gonna eat you.”

“Cannibalism is frowned upon here-”

And with that, you hang up and toss your phone on the bed, “And obviously he won’t change the room because we’re broke and he’s basically rubbing his money in our faces.”

“Mhm.”

Suguru finally picks himself up after a considerable amount of time, as if he’s relishing in the comfort of the bed, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Half of you won’t even fit.”

“I’ll make myself fit.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Am not.”

“Look at me?” And he does, he takes every single chance to look at you when you’re talking or not, when you’re paying attention in class or not, when you’re walking or not. He watches you whenever he can and he’ll never, ever get bored.

You point at yourself, spinning around in a slow 360, “Are you aware of my size?”

“Yes.”

“And I’d fit better on the couch don’t you think?”

“Yes but the bed is comfier.”

“Doesn’t matter-”

“It does.”

“Don’t. Don’t interrupt me next time please.”

“…”

“But it’s comfier-”

“Damn it Suguru, just take the stupid bed.”

“No thanks.” “I’ll bite your knee caps.”

“I’m older than you and you should listen to me.”

He’s so sassy sometimes.

“By a month?”

“Still older.”

“I hate you.”

“No you do-…Okay wha- what’re you doing?”

He holds back a laugh, crossing his arms as he looks down at your laying body. There you are, in all your stubborn glory, laying down on the rugged floor with your arms crossed over your chest. “I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to, you’re taking the bed.”

“You know I can just carry you right?”

“If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Worth a shot.”

It’s late, and it’s settled, you’re gonna cramp yourself onto the couch. Despite the tightness, it’s kinda nice. Or at least that’s what you try to tell yourself because the brick that’s holding your body is not helping.

But you shall resist! You nuzzle into the pillow, the only semblance and replacement for your bed back at Jujutsu Tech.

“You sure you don’t want the bed? It’s warm.” Despite the sincerely concerned tone in his voice, you can’t help but feel like he’s egging you on.

“No thanks. Enjoy it.”

With your back facing him, you rely on your hearing to conclude that he’s finally going to snuggle into that cloud of a bed and enjoy a good night’s sleep. But no.

You should’ve known that with Suguru’s generous nature would not allow you to sleep on the couch peacefully, you should’ve known that he’d carry you no matter how many times you kick and squirm in his hold, claiming that he’d drop you, you should already know that he will never, ever, drop you, and you shouldn’t be aware of how painfully hard his heart is pounding against his chest but that’s a little hard considering you were basically sandwiched against him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re gonna complain tomorrow morning and I don’t want to hear it.”

That’s a lie, he loves when you complain.

“That’s not my problem.”

“Just- please? We can put a pillow in between us…”

That seems to shut you up and with a sigh of relief, you succumb to the urges. With his promise kept, he places a pillow between you. And as morning rolls around, Suguru can't help the heat that engulfs him at the sight of the pillow long gone and instead your little body nuzzling against his.

@b0nten : IM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG

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bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

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9th member getting in a bad fight w skz (v v v angsty)

Hit me where it hurts.

Warning: very traumatizing, read at your own risk!

Pairing: skz x 9th member

Summary: friends fight all the time but eventually get back together right?

!not proofread so forgive me for mistakes!

You will hate me after this but I love you 😆Enjoy!

-🩷

My body stumbles into the dorm rooms. A giggle leaves my mouth. My vision was blurry, no doubt there. The room was spinning but in a good way.

The scent of a good home cooked meal filled my nostrils as I sat on the floor and removed my tied shoes.

Another giggle escapes my mouth as I get up and fall down on my bum.

“Y/n? Is that you?” A voice calls that makes me jump a little. I look up to see leeknow walking into the little entrance of the dorms.

“Heyyy Oppa,” my words slur as I get up again slightly sliding but able to balance.

He looks at me examining my body. He was wearing sweatpants and a white hoodie. His glasses were on too meaning he was cooking. He stood there arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Have you been drinking again?” His voice is calm yet harsh.

“Maybe,” I simply say before giggling again and walking past him making my way to the living room.

His body turns with mine as he follows behind continuing the conversation.

“Are you fucking serious? We talked about this.” His tone was getting louder and I didn’t like it at all. I stopped and looked at him. His face a few inches away from mine.

“But Oppa I thought you said you would support me in everything I do,” I tilt my head and bite my lip. Slowly a smirk crips up. “Don’t you like seeing me happy?” I hiccup.

He takes a step back and I frown, “You’ve been coming home drunk for the past two weeks! What is wrong with you? We’ve been worried sick!” He growls quite literally. His face turning red and his arms crossed.

“Okay but what’s the big deal I had a little to drink, whatever,” I roll my eyes and turn my body to continue walking to the living room.

His hand grabs mine. I squirm a little trying to make him let go. “Let go Leeknow your hurting me,”

“Look at yourself Y/n! Just look! You’re a fucking mess!” His voice is loud now. Filled with anger and running through out the house. His towering over me. Making me feel small.

“Leeknow I said let go of me now!” I yelp but he doesn’t. His breathing is heavy and his looking at me with dark eyes. Filled with hurt and anger.

“Your killing yourself-“

I cut him off. Not even bothering to listen to the long speech he was about to give because what was the point? We had been going through this for the past week. The same old boring ass speech.

“I don’t fucking care! You didn’t care about me before now why all of a sudden you care about me now huh? Huh?! You’re a monster, you and all the boys are!” I’m now yelling at the top of my voice. His hand lets go shocked at my reaction. He steps back trying to process what I was trying to say. His eyes searching my face.

“What do you mean I didn’t care? Who was fucking there for you when you got eliminated? Who was h there for you when you broke your ankle? Who the fuck was there for you the nights you couldn’t learn a choreography? Huh? Who the fuck was there for you when your mum disowned you? Stop being a fucking little bitch about everything and running away from your problems. Face them! Face them instead of drinking them away!”

“Don’t you ever talk about my mother again leeknow,” my voice is low, anger laced all over it. It almost comes out as venom.

His stood in-front of me, his hands are in a fist. Why was his hand in a fist? Was he going to hit me? What was he trying to do?

“If you going to fucking hit me, hit me! Hit me leeknow-“

I step closer to his body. My finger poking at his chest and he clenched his jaw. The world is still spinning and the room is dim.

“Hey! What the fuck is going on?!” Hyunjin drops his phone on the ground and runs towards us. His hand automatically wrapping around my waist and pulling me away from leeknow who is huffing in anger. Trying to calm down.

“What the fuck Y/n?! Have you been drinking again?” Hyunjin asks me when he puts me down. His runs his hands through his hair as he starts to examine me. His eyes going back and forth between me and leeknow. “Please don’t tell me you haven’t,”

I go quiet but Leeknow Ofcourse had to step in.

“Yes she has been-“

“It doesn’t have to do with any of you!” I yell at him. I grab my jacket that laid on the floor and slightly stumble. Hyunjin is still processing what’s going on but leeknow still has a lot to say, I see it, I sense it.

“Yes the fuck it does because you promised you would stop! Look at the way you’re talking to leeknow! You can’t even see in a straight line for crying out loud!” Hyunjin’s outbursts caused me to snap back into reality.

“Why are you on my dick Hyunjin? Why are you alwyals in my business?! God! Ever since you came back from haitus you’ve been such a clingy bitch!” The words leave my mouth and my brain stops. I instantly regret what I had just said. I knew Hyunjin didn’t like his hiatus and it was the worst time in his life.

“Hyunjin’s I didn’t mean-“

“Are you serious? Are you serious right now y/n?” Leeknow cuts into the argument. His now walking towards both of us. His hands waving in the air as he speaks. “Why would you say such a thing to him? You know how sensitive that is!”

Hyunjin’s eyes start to shine, his lips turning into a frown then a scowl, “and ever since you were sexually assaulted you’ve been moping around like a bitch!” Hyunjin took a step away from me his hands were shaking. His voice is louder than ever. His body upward and straight.

The word hit me hard. My body starts to shake aswell. This was the biggest fight we had ever gotten into and we had just taken it on another level.

“Oh great then why don’t we all just leave eachother alone huh?!” I stumble back again, the alchohol getting to me as hard as the emotions were. “You know what? Fuck you leekmow, fuck you hyunjin!”

“That’s great because you know what?! Chan never wanted you in the group before! He just picked you cause you were a sad fucking trainee that nobody wanted in their team-“

“Hyunjin!” A voice yells and we all turn at Chan and Felix who are standing at the door. Obviously coming from outside. They were both wearing coats and beanies due to the coldness outside.

“I’m sorry! I had to say it, She’s a bitch!” He glares at me and then back at Chan “and I mean it, I can be a bitch to if I wanted too,” he spits at me.

I look at him in disbelief. My heart ached. My heart ached so much I couldn’t help but hold my chest.

“Where the fuck have you been Y/n? So you know me and Felix have been walking out in the cold for hours looking for you?!” I look up at Chan who is now in the same area as us. Leeknow still standing there pissed off trying to calm down.

“Why would you? Because I’m a sad little girl that needs saving?!” I scoff when I reply to Chan. His face falls, so does Felix’s. My Han trying to support my weight as I watch everyone in the room glaring at me.

Was this even real? Was I even real?

“Are you drunk Y/n?” He looks at me, eyes wide opened. His hands turn into a fist as well. His jaw tensed up.

“Ask your little fucking friends that you wanted,” I scoff and turn my back on them starting to walk out the door. I fall to the ground (quite literally) and put on my shoes. Then get up. The boys all watching in shock trying to figure out what to do.

“Where are you going?!” Chan yells, “running away from your problems won’t solve anything! Y/n! Stop!” His shouts are getting louder as I open the door not bothering to listening to him.

“I’m going somewhere fucking away from you and your pathetic little team! Chan leave me the fuck alone.” Everything goes quiet as I unlock the door but the glass shattering causes me to turn and look at their direction.

Pieces of glass laid in front of them. The handle of the face still in Chan’s hand.

“Good go away and don’t come back all you do is cause us problems!”

“Hyung!” Felix gasps and grabs his arm trying to calm him down. “Don’t say that! Ever-body just please calm down and let’s talk about it-“

“I didn’t want to be in the group in the first place!”

“We all didn’t want you either but look where we both are!”

“Hyung stop!” Felix puts his hand over his mouth. “That’s not true! Look at you guys.” His eyes tears up as he looks at me. My heart breaks. “Y/n just come back inside and let’s talk about it okay?”

“Let her go Felix, she’s pathetic anyway.” Hyunjin says as he turns around to walk back to his room.

I slam the front door and run up the apartments stairs. I need to get away for a moment. I needed to think. I stumble through out until I get to the roof stop.

I take a deep breath and find my legs swinging off the edge. I look down to say the busy street.

When did life get this busy? This out of control?

I had to deal with a lot. I couldn’t anymore. I wouldn’t. If the boys didn’t want me anymore then I had no one.

Hot tears run down my cheeks. The pain in my chest aching even worse than before. The wind blew on my hair as I took a deep breath in and let myself go.

“No wait! Y/n!” I hear I.N’s scream. Instant regret fills my body but it’s to late. My body falling down the different floors, gasps and screams fill the street until everything goes quiet. My mind goes quiet.

Then end.

Y’all I feel so bad omg forgive me 😭

-🩷

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dolcettamagica · 2 months

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐍𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

rick sanchez x reader

anon request: please i can request literally anything with rick sanchez acting jealous. Thanks and if you don't accept requests just ignore this tags: sexually suggestive, possessive & obsessive rick, daddy kink notes: minors dni wc: 2.2k

Rick doesn’t get attached.

He is Rick Sanchez. The smartest man, scratch that, creature alive. He isn’t a mere human, he is a God. Whatever Rick wants, he gets. He invented interdimensional travel. He fucked a planet.

Rick doesn’t get attached.

He knows that everything and everyone is replaceable. If someone dies he can just switch universes. Does he lose something? Same thing. Nothing is unique. There are millions of versions of everything.

Rick doesn’t get attached.

That’s why when you confessed your feelings in a drunken haze Rick yelled at you. Rick thought you were at least smarter than Morty. You should have known that Rick doesn’t do feelings. That you’re nothing special. That you’re just a quick fuck when his cock gets hard and needs some easy pussy wrapped around it.

Rick doesn’t get attached.

He didn’t understand why he felt pressure in his heart when you started crying, endless tears streaming down your cheeks as you apologized after he rejected your feelings. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt the need to reach his arms out and pull you into a tight embrace. Instead he insulted you as a whiny dumb bitch before disappearing through a green portal.

Rick doesn’t get attached.

So why was he fuming with rage as he saw you cuddled up on the couch with some other man weeks after he told you to fuck off?

A relentless fire, burning away any semblance of rational thought consumed Rick. His eyes smoldered with suspicion at the slightest hint of the man's attention toward you. Rick’s gestures became tense and guarded, his clenched fists betraying the turmoil within. Every smile directed at you from that dude sent a surge of insecurity coursing through Rick’s veins, twisting his features into a mask of possessiveness. Each innocent interaction fueled his rage until it consumed him entirely.

“Wh–Who the fuck is that–that lame fratboy on my couch?!”, Rick didn’t even bother to step closer, his voice dripping with anger. Your eyes shot wide open as you saw the tall scientists near the door. After your confession you avoided him as best as you could – after all you did live with the Smith family ever since your parents (their old neighbors) abandoned you. You never joined an adventure again. You never went into his garage to simply chat with him. You didn’t even ask if you could smoke space-weed. Nothing. That pissed Rick off even more because he caught himself missing you one time too many.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I’m Michael”, Michael was a polite, handsome young man, who attended the same college you did. Smiling, he reached his hand out towards Rick to shake his hand, “Are you y/n’s grandfather?”

If looks could kill every version of Michael would be dead by now. “You’re fuck–fucking stupid.” Rick would’ve loved to just kill that boy or at least cut off Michael’s hand, which was dangerously close to your thigh. You two were way too close for Rick in general. “y/n, who is that? Your new–new lover, huh? You little– Spreading your legs a–already?”

Rick knew he was overstepping it. He should have never said that but he couldn’t help it. You didn’t talk to him for weeks after you said that you love him with all your heart and now you’re with some lame, boring dumbass? Is that what undying love looks like?

“…You’re a fucking asshole, Rick”, Rick could hear you holding back your tears, the way your eyes started to water, your cheeks painted red. He hurt you – again. Meanwhile Michael had already stood up and made his way over to Rick.

„Listen to m–„ Michael didn‘t stand a chance, Rick immediately interrupted him.

„Li–Listen to me, shitface. I know– You fratboys are all the fucking–fucking same. You wanna tell me y–you‘re serious about y/n?“, he stepped closer, „You– Could you give her your phone and promise–promise she wouldn‘t find nudes or chats from other pussies?“

Absolute silence. This was all it took for Rick to confirm his suspicions. „Now you‘re si–silent? Jesus. How predictable. Jesus fucking christ. You think just because you’re d–defending her right now she’ll let you have– get a piece of her? You– Do you really think y/n would do that?” More silence though now Michael’s expression almost matched Rick’s. Both were fuming with rage. Rick simply shook his head, pulled out his portal gun and ended up in his garage again. If he would have stayed any longer he would have ended up beating that fratboy to a pulp.

In the dimly lit confines of his garage, the air thick with the pungent scent of portal fluid and vodka, Rick's rage simmered beneath a haze of alcohol fumes. His knuckles whitened around his flask as he gulped down the fiery liquid, each swig fueling the inferno of jealousy and resentment burning within him. The echoes of a heated argument still reverberated in his mind, igniting a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him whole. His bloodshot eyes fixated on nothingness, yet his thoughts were consumed by visions of betrayal and deceit, twisting his features into a contorted mask of fury.

Rick's movements grew increasingly erratic, his drunken stupor amplifying the intensity of his emotions. Each swill from the bottle became a desperate attempt to drown out the insecurities gnawing at his soul. Yet, with every passing moment, the flames of anger raged higher, feeding off his intoxication like a relentless blaze devouring dry timber. Alone in the darkness, he surrendered to the tumultuous tempest raging within, consumed by a toxic cocktail of alcohol, jealousy, and resentment. Resentment towards Michael, you and most importantly – himself.

“Fuck it.”

His plan was to be teleported in the middle of your room, right in front of your bed. Instead he landed right on top of you on your bed. Maybe he really did have too much to drink. But fuck, did he miss this. Your silky hair, your soft skin, your body pressed against his, your eyes staring into his. The faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window accentuated the contours of Rick’s silhouette, casting a seductive allure over the scene. His gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into yours, a silent invitation laden with unspoken desires.

As you laid on the bed, a mixture of melancholia and yearning coursed through your veins, your heart quickening in response to his proximity. The air crackled with tension, charged with the palpable electricity of unspoken words and unfulfilled longing. Despite the intimacy of their proximity, there lingered a delicate balance between attraction and apprehension, a dance of emotions teetering on the edge of possibility. In that fleeting moment, suspended in the hazy embrace of moonlight, you found yourselves ensnared in a silent exchange of desire, your hearts entwined in the delicate threads of possibility.

“What…what are you doing, Rick? Please leave”, your voice was shaking, filled with sadness. Just like a few weeks ago when Rick rejected you. Honestly as the days unfolded, the weight of his decision settled upon him like a heavy shroud, suffocating him with the burden of regret. What once seemed like a reasoned choice now gnawed at his conscience incessantly, tormenting him with the realization of what he had forsaken. In the quiet moments of reflection, your presence lingered in the recesses of Rick’s mind, a constant reminder of the warmth and companionship he had callously turned away. He yearned for a chance to rewind time, to recant his words and embrace the opportunity he had foolishly cast aside. But as the echoes of his rejection reverberated through his thoughts, he grappled with the harsh truth that some wounds inflicted by one's own hand can never fully heal, leaving behind scars of remorse that serve as a painful testament to lost love.

In a moment of raw vulnerability, Rick found himself enveloped by a surge of longing and regret as he reached out to embrace you. His arms wrapped around your trembling form, pulling you close with a tenderness born from the depths of his remorse. With each beat of his heart, Rick felt the weight of missed opportunities and unspoken apologies pressing down upon him, a heavy burden he could no longer bear. As your bodies pressed together, he savored the warmth of your presence, a fleeting glimpse of the connection he had foolishly forsaken. In that embrace, Rick sought solace in the familiarity of your touch, yearning to erase the distance he had allowed to grow between you. But even as he held you close, Rick knew that some wounds run too deep to mend with a simple embrace, and the ache of regret would linger long after your arms had untangled and they parted ways once more. So, he didn’t let go.

“Why– Why did you b-bring that boy over?”, Rick whispered into your ear.

“…Why do you even care?”

With a heavy heart and a tangled web of emotions, Rick mustered the courage to lean back and face you, intent on conveying the depth of his regret for his earlier rejection. His words caught in his throat, a silent plea for forgiveness lingering on Rick’s lips. Yet, beneath the facade of contrition, a different truth simmered—a truth he dared not confess. Deep down, Rick knew that admitting his regret would unravel the carefully constructed walls he had built around his heart, exposing the vulnerability he had long sought to conceal. So, with practiced deceit, Rick masked his true intentions behind a facade of remorse, weaving a tangled web of half-truths and feigned contrition in a desperate attempt to suppress the stirring of emotions he dared not acknowledge. In the shadow of his deception, the echoes of his regret remained unspoken, a silent testament to the complexities of love and the fear of baring one's soul to the object of Rick’s desire.

“Did you– Did you fuck him?”

“Why do you care?”

“y/n, st–stop with this shit. Are you dating him?”

“Why do you care?”

As you persisted, your insistence slicing through the fragile veneer of Rick’s composure, a simmering rage ignited within him, fueling the flames of his resentment. With each passing moment, your few simple words bore deeper into Rick’s wounded pride, stoking the embers of his anger into a blazing inferno. The weight of your expectations pressed down upon him like a suffocating weight, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he sought to shield from your penetrating gaze. Fueled by a toxic cocktail of jealousy and insecurity, his temper flared, unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration and bitterness.

“What the fuck– What d–do you want to hear, huh?!”, Rick leaned on his hands, which were lying next to your head.

“Rick, listen, you rejected me. You didn’t want me, remember? I can fuck and date however I fucking want! ”

“No! You fucking can’t!”, he screamed into your face, “You said– You said loved me! Talking about– about undying love and now?! Now you get with s–some young bastard from co–college who only wanted to– to fuck you anyway!”

“That’s exactly what you wanted, too! You only wanted to fuck me!”

“That’s not fucking true! I– The last fucking weeks were pure torture. I fucking m–miss you! I can’t fuck–fucking stop thinking about you, y/n. I miss your fucking smell, your h–hair, your voice. Fucking e–everything! I miss your face, the–the way you nag me to drink more water. Jesus fucking christ! I miss you. Why– Why the fuck are crying even more now?!”

With tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, you listened intently as Rick finally mustered the courage to confess the truth hidden behind his guarded facade. As his words washed over you, each syllable laden with the weight of unspoken longing and regret, a floodgate of emotions burst forth within you. Your heart soared with a bittersweet symphony of relief and elation, the echoes of Rick’s confession resonating deep within your soul. The tears that spilled from your eyes were not born of sorrow, but of an overwhelming sense of gratitude and validation, as you realized that the love you had held in your heart had not been in vain.

In a tender moment suffused with the weight of unspoken truths and undeniable desire, Rick leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours in the hazy embrace of the moonlit room. With a gentle touch, Rick cradled your face in his hands, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin. As your lips met in a fervent kiss, time seemed to stand still, the world falling away to leave only the two of you entwined in the delicate dance of passion and longing. With each caress, the walls he had built around his heart crumbled, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in the embrace of her warmth. In that moment of intimacy, you surrendered to the magnetic pull of your shared desire, bodies entangled in a silent symphony of love and redemption.

“You know– You know I’m not good with…emotions and shit. But– But you’re important to me and–and I’m not letting another man touch what’s mine.”

“You were jealous?”

“I wasn’t– Fuck it. Yes, yes, I was. Wanted to k–kill that motherfucker. The way he–he had his arm around–”, in the middle of his rant you wrapped your legs around Rick’s waist, pulling him closer. His crotch pressing against yours.

“Just so you know, I have been very, very lonely the last few weeks.”

“Oh? S–So you’ve been a good–good girl for daddy, huh?”, it didn’t take long for Rick to get hard, his bulge pressing against you, his hand now choking you slightly, “F–fuck, princess, daddy’s going to–to reward you for being so patient.”

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x self insert #rick sanchez x y/n #rick sanchez x you #r & m #r&m #rick sanchez x oc

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Sorry if I bother you or send you something a bit suck but I wanted to know if it was possible to you to do a hcs (or other forma, it doesn’t matter) with shanks and mihawk with a s/o who can copying everything (Haki, Mouvement, Physic, Devil power fruit, Everything) thanks to a rare Devil fruit..? Than you if you make it and sorry if it’s not corespondent to your blog or rules. 🐙

a/n - watch shanks fall in love with himself 💀 I added Law bec why not 💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o has copy copy no mi (copy fruit)

- At first, he thought this was some twisted nightmare where he met himself… “Oh god. It’s me.” He was so disgusted 😭 he was also so embarrassed whenever you copied his abilities, hearing you say “room” and “shambles” made him reconsider what he named his techniques. 💀

- “Room…” -law “SHAMBLES!” -you

- “excuse me y/n. It’s my attack.” Man was offended, you literally interrupted him lmfao 😂 he was all like: bitch don’t take away my spotlight it’s the only thing I have

- “But it’s cool when I get to say it!” He also hates the way his voice sounds now because of this. Overall, he’s very embarrassed of himself, so as a result, you do not use your ability around him much. BUT- he does appreciate it when the marines start targeting you instead of him 🤭

- “LAW. HELP!”

- “Huh? I’m not Law wdym?”

- “YOU EMO MOTHERFU- I WILL THROW AWAY YOUR GERMA 66 FIGURES.”

- “NO-!”

- (ahem, I will calm down)

- enjoys it but also REALLY hates it at the same time. Perona gets you two confused all the time, she’ll ask you where Mihawk’s wallet is and you have to remind her of your abilities. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN YOU BOTH LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME?!”

- “Scars on the back are a swordsman’s shame!” You said, holding Mihawk’s sword in front of a pirate who had tried to take over the island. Your physique and features were perfect, an amazing copy of Dracule Mihawk himself

- “Y/n, I do not say that. The young roronoa says that. If you do something, get it right.” He said, sipping his wine while reading a newspaper under his umbrella. You glared at the man, turning back into your normal self before shoving the pirate off the island with ease

- “Can you at least admit that I am literally a perfect copy of you-?”

- “No, because you’re not.”

- “Why are you so difficult?”

- “Why are you so talented in things that do not matter?”

- “…You think I’m talented? 😖🥹”

- shanks absolutely adores the fact that yo have this ability. It makes for amazing party tricks! Turn into Uta and sing a beautiful song? Easy. Turn into Rayleigh so you can scold him? Hell yeah.

- you turned into him one day, and he was impressed. With himself 💀 “Damn- I look good!” -_- You had enough of him looking at you and complimenting HIS looks. So you turned into Rayleigh, and that my friend, is how you get your red haired man to shut the fuck up.

- “Shanks, do the dishes before I punch you.”

- “Yes sir.”

- man is deathly afraid of Rayleigh’s punch- 🤪 so everytime he starts fo be rude in any way, you turn into Rayleigh, it always works! Except turning into the dark king isn’t exactly great for camouflage against marines.

- they ended up seeing you and chasing you around since you looked like Rayleigh. “I’m not Rayleigh! I’m y/n l/n of the red haired pirates!” They stopped in their tracks, “Y/N L/N! THE LEGENDARY PIRATE?! GET THEM!” That plan of yours severely backfired, they ended up calling reinforcements.

- “Rayleigh you need some help down there?” Shanks asked with the literal most smug grin on his face. You got the best idea, while the marines were confused, you turned into a random soldier to blend in. They then caught sight of shanks and started going after him instead. Man did not think to argue with you ever again.

- “Baby I’m sorry 😭 please don’t ignore me I need love.”

don’t give him hugs

a/n - I loved this idea sm 🤭

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 years

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Getting stuck with Steve

kinktober masterlist!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 916

warnings: little bit of perv!steve, getting stuck trope, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex

I hated this table.

I hated it when I saw it in the catalogue, hated it when I saw it in the store, and I hated it when Steve insisted on putting it in our living room.

It had a stupid design, was way too low, and collected dust like a magnet. It was the dumbest thing ever.

And now I’m stuck underneath it.

When I had climbed underneath to get that one spot of dust I could never reach, I figured it was fine. But one wrong move had left me stuck in this contraption of metal that I just could not get out of.

“Honey, I’m home!” I hear Steve call out with a laugh. I internally sigh in relief, thankful he’s home on time and can help me get out of this. My knees were getting really tired.

“Living room! I need some help.”

“Help with w-oh.” I hear him come in, and then stop right behind me. I try to wriggle once more but I really am wedged in.

“I’m kinda stuck. Could you help me out?” I was really getting tired of this, my body starting to ache from how high my hips are but how low my front is.

“Of course I can…” His voice sounds…rougher as I feel him climb down to kneel behind me.

“Okay great so…any minute now?” I hear him hum and his hands gently rest on my hips.

“This a new dress babe?” He smooths over the fabric covering my ass, in a very familiar way that makes me realize the very compromising position I am currently in.

“Yeah…do-do you like it?” He starts to push the fabric up, bunching it at my hips and exposing my pink lace panties.

“Very much. So you’re stuck like this huh? Can’t move at all?” His fingers hook onto my panties and begin tugging them down my thighs, stopping at the bend of my knees.

“Nope…are you gonna help me out?”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t?” Steve seems to be doing the opposite of helping, as his fingers dig into my hips.

I can’t say I was complaining though.

Heat radiates off his body as he presses his jean covered cock against my core. He’s rock hard at this point and it makes me squirm.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll get you out of here in no time.” Before I can get a word out, I feel his tongue run through my folds. He spreads my open with his long fingers. His tongue pushes into me and my eyes roll back.

“S-Steve!” I whine and he smirks against my wetness. He doesn’t bother responding though, too busy circling my clit with his god-sent tongue. His nails dig crescents into my thighs and I’m so wet that I’m practically dripping onto the carpet.

“Taste so good baby. Could eat you out forever.” But he’s pulling away, patting my hip as if he didn’t just edge me.

“W-wait! Why-why are you stopping?” I sound so desperate, but I really couldn’t care less at this point.

“I have a much better way of making you cum baby.” His belt buckle clinks as he undoes it and I instantly start to get excited.

“Okay!” I’ve almost forgotten that I’m still stuck under this table as he presses the head of his thick cock to my entrance. I whine in impatience when he doesn’t press into me immediately and he quickly silences me, pushing his cock in halfway.

I don’t think I’ll ever fully get used to Steve’s cock. It’s so thick and long and fills me so perfectly that it drives me a little crazy everytime.

“So tight…” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to fuck me. Normally, I would be pushing back to meet his thrusts but today that’s not really an option.

“H-harder Steve?” I moan as he obliges me and begins pounding into me hard and fast. It’s hot and dirty and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We’re both covered in sweat and panting, the only noise in the room the sound of skin slapping against skin. I’m getting so close. I can tell by the way Steve’s grip on me has tightened that I’m not alone.

“Want-want you to cum inside.” I whimper and he groan in response.

Y-yeah? I love filling you up.” I’m right on the edge and one hard thrust sends me over. I moan loudly, unable to squirm too much as pleasure rocks through me. It sends Steve over too, who groans loudly and buries himself deep inside me to cum.

“Fuck!” He curses as he calms down. I’m exhausted now, and I really want to get cleaned up.

“Could you help me out now babe?”

“Hm? Oh! Right!” I feel him lift up the table and I quickly climb out. I finally get a look at him after he sets it down. He looks especially good today and now I’m almost sad I didn’t get to see him cum.

“You should get stuck more often.” He grins at me, sending a wink my way.

Maybe next time I’d get stuck in a better position.

hope you enjoyed!!

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arxxq · 1 year

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"I need you to calm down..just breathe trust me,"

Isagi and Sae with a s/o that talks alot and talks fast whenever they get nervous/ anxious / a panic attack

This is honestly just something i want to do since sometimes i do this whenever i panic or get anxious.

No gender specified, lowercase intended?, mistakes will be corrected soon

It's been a while since I've wrote smth, gah I've been quite busy this year god..

Isagi Yoichi...

Isagi isn't the type to be observant but he took noticed an odd detail from you

he realized every time you get nervous or anxious you would just randomly talk too much and fast

he wasn't really sure of this until one day

when you told him you were going of have some sort of family reunion with a family member

you started to randomly say things so fast

you even change the topic too fast that he couldn't even catch up or understand

isagi wanted to ask you about it but he couldn’t

he couldn’t find the perfect moment to

he didn’t mind cause it seems like its a way of you trying to cope

but he is very worried

especially since not alot of people notice this detail of you

since it looked absolutely normal

so now you and isagi were at a family dinner

since well your parent's wanted to meet your boyfriend

the silence was so awkward and you absolutely didn't like it

so you start rambling so quick

isagi also saw how your parent's new this detail of you

"uhm Mrs. and a Mr. l/n, you wouldn't mind if i talk to y/n alone for a while right?" Isagi ask which you looked at him confused. "huh why? i mean i don't mind but why?"

"oh now we don't mind, just don't take too long alright," your mother replied. isagi stood up from his chair in pulled you to somewhere quiet. "what was that for, i mean why do you need to talk to me alone, there's nothing wrong right?"

"dear--"

"is it my parents, are you uncomfortable? i can tell them if you want-" isagi hand were now on your shoulder and you flinvhed. before you could say anything, isagi had cut you off. "dear..i need you to breathe,"

you looked at him confused. you took a deep breathe and let it out just like he said. "great..now just do that for a few more times and when you’re ready then you can speak kay,”

a few minutes have passed and you looked at him with a smile. “are you feeling much better now?” you let out a breathe and nod. Isagi gave you a peck on the forehead. “if you ever get nervous just make sure you get a few seconds to breathe alright,”

Itoshi Sae

sae is very observant of you

he knew you more than anyone else did

but there was one thing he always got confused

why you would talk alot and fast from time to time

most of the time he would just end up listening

basically a one sided conversation since he couldn’t catch up with you

but as time goes on sae realized this was a way you try and act as if nothing is wrong

he absolutely does not like it

he doesn’t like it on how you act as if you’re fine when it’s clearly the opposite

you had a competition coming up and sae could tell that you were panicking

especially since you think you’re not good at it

“mi amor?” you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulders. “oh sae..its just you,” you say smiling. “you looked bothere--” he was cut off immedietaly but it’s not like he wasn’t expecting it. you were anxious and he could tell.

“me bothered? pftt no m not, i’m fine, i’m totally fine. yeah i can do this, it’ll be so so easy trust me....” you continued to blabber out nonsense. sae knew if he didn’t step in anytime soon, it’ll just make it worse. as you were talking you didn’t expect sae to pull you in an embrace and just stroke your hair. before you managed to speak he had beat you to it.

“breathe mi amor...i need you to do that right now especially since i don’t like to see you have a breakdown out there,” your head was on sae’s chest, he was breathing slowly so you took this as a hint that sae wanted you to calm down.

after a few minutes you had calmed down. “look, all i want you to know is that you’ll be great out there i just know it,”

“so even if you don’t win, you did your best okay and make sure before you start take a deep breathe and let it out once you’re ready,”

reblogs are highly appreciated

do not plagiarize my works, nor post on any other platforms w/o my permit

thank you for reading

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drewsprettygirl · 10 months

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cherry margaritas & confessions ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🍒✮

tom kaulitz x vocalist! fem! reader

angst. very very angsty rich teenagers in the midst of summer with margaritas & tequilas IM SORRY ITS KINDA EHHH

age pairing : 16-17

warnings🍧 ; smoking, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos

note: bold italic = german

it was the summer of 2006, of course after all that touring, tokio hotel had to take a break for a while. that’s how we wounded up in this beach house that we had rented for 2 weeks.

it was around 9 pm as i went in the pool, the scent of marijuana lingered on my nose, beside me was tom who swam from the other side of the water.

tom and i were truly friends, nothing more. friends who kiss. friends who sleep with each other. friends who don’t look at each other like how friends do.

it was more of a friends with benefits relationship. he always had some groupie over, everytime after a concert he’d take some pretty blonde girl into the tour bus and i’d hear them have sex from the other room.

it hurt me, but at the same time it didn’t. know why? i didn’t want to have a relationship. we got drunk and had sex with each other, leading us to only fuck when we want to. now, it’s awkward. i was surprised he didn’t bother to bring a girl here, recently he had been so— distant.

“wanna smoke?” he chirped. “sure.” you took a hit on his joint and puffed the air away

“you seem so lonely lately. why all of a sudden?” he asked with a tinge of concern in his eyes. did he really care about how you felt just now?

“it’s just that something has been bothering me, a lot.” you answer coldly.

“you can talk to me about it.”

you really had no time for his bullshit.

“i don’t feel like you need to know.” you say, gulping your cherry margarita.

“oh. so now, when i’m trying to talk to you, you’ll act distant?”

“what is your problem with me tom? first thing, you’ll say you love me, then the next day you bring some whore who doesn’t even know you as a person over and fuck her like i’m not there? god tom!” you scream at him, your eyes tearing up, clearly drunk. you had taken a couple 5-6 margaritas earlier leading you to this state.

“so this is what it’s about, huh? me fucking some other girl who isn’t you? y/n, you’re so jealous it’s funny. you’re clearly drunk. do me a favor and try to think of what you just said.”

“what do you mean?”

“i told you i loved you. what did you say that day?”

flashbacks of you and tom kissing fuzzed your brain, not wrapping your finger around what you had told him after he confessed. your lap was on tom’s as both of your lips moved with passion in your bedroom.

“y/n.”

“mmh?”

“i love you.”

“t-tom.. tom, i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?” he said catching his breath, exchanging kisses with one another.

“i just don’t want to get in a relationship.” and that’s how his heart tore that night.

your thoughts were snapped back into reality as soon as you started to cry. you didn’t want to cry, but you felt weak. why didn’t you tell him you loved him too? was it because of the girls? was it because he seemed like someone who’d be good with a one-time thing and act like nothing ever happened? the ideas swarmed your mind and took over.

“tom, i’m sorry. i love you” you said, feeling your salty tears reach your lips.

“i loved you. loved. get that y/n? it’s been done. i don’t want to talk about this anymore, good night.” he said, getting off the pool, wrapping a robe around him and walking to his room.

you bawled your eyes out, your cherry margarita getting hit by your arm and it’s glass crashing on the ground, thinking about what you have just done. you just threw out the love of your dreams. you were just too oblivious about him actually having feelings for you.

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pupkashi · 1 year

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kakashi is a little stupid when it comes to love

a/n: after much too long here is your request @vagabond-umlaut ! I’m so sorry it took so long </3 plz find it in your heart to forgive me ilysm ,, i hope u enjoy :3

wordcount: 1,557

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kakashi always told himself he wouldn’t get attached to others, not after all those he’s ever loved had met terrible fates. he always thought maybe he wasn’t fit for love, it wasn’t in the stars for him to fall in love and meet the one.

he’d accepted it, he’d moved on and decided he didn’t need love, he didn’t need anyone. he would be fine on his own.

as cliche as it was, all his resolve crumbled when he first saw you. walking down the streets of konoha, a small smile on your face as Kurenai talked your ear off.

“kakashi! meet y/n, theyre new here” she’s enthusiastic as she introduces you, kakashi can’t help but stare a bit, taking in your every feature.

“hi it’s nice to meet you” you say, a small smile on your face, you’re hoping he can’t hear your heart beating through your chest because oh my god he’s so tall and attractive, are all konoha men this gorgeous?

“nice to meet you too, I’m kakashi” he finds himself with sweaty palms, flashing you a shy smile, which you can only tell he does by the crinkle of his visible eye.

“I’m gonna keep showing them around, see you later!” Kurenai smiles, already grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind her.

kakashi was sure he’d forget about you by the next day, maybe he wouldn’t even see you around town.

he’s walking up the steps to his apartment when he sees boxes outside the apartment next to his, he’s staring for a bit, fiddling with his keys in hands when he sees you walking out of the apartment and picking a box up.

“kakashi! hi!” you’re smiling brightly at the jonin, he’s taken back at how friendly you were to him, he’s only waving back as you approach him. “guess we’re neighbors huh?” you’re grinning up at him as he clears his throat.

“uh- yeah guess we are” he can hear his heartbeat in his now reddened ears, and he can’t stop himself from the words that tumble out his mouth next, “would you wanna eat dinner? tonight? together?” he’s fumbling over his words and he can’t help but wince at the execution of his question.

you don’t seem to mind though, biting back the giggle in your throat and nodding, “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

he lets out a small breath before smiling and chuckling, “I can give you a hand with the boxes if you want,” looking over at the four big boxes you had yet to bring in.

“if it’s not a bother, just- never mind” you laugh, kakashi stares at you, humming for you to continue. “i was gonna say careful because they’re heavy but” you gesture towards him and he understands after a couple seconds, laughing softly.

“thank you for being considerate at least” he replies and you can’t help but blush as he lifts the boxes with ease.

dinner comes and goes quickly, the two of you making easy conversation. kakashi doesn’t remember the last time he felt so giddy talking to someone. he can’t recall the last time something felt so easy, so right to him.

and it’s almost 24 hours after dinner that he hears a soft knock on his door. his brows are furrowed, confused as to who was knocking on his door. his frown is quick to turn into a welcoming smile when he finds you outside with a fresh loaf of banana bread.

“hi! hope I’m not bothering” you chuckle and kakashi shakes his head, “‘course not” he steps aside and invites you in.

“i wanted to thank you for dinner,” you reply, holding out the loaf of bread for him. “I hope you like chocolate chips” you say nervously, kakashi smiles, nodding his head.

“it smells great, thank you, really” his hearts fluttering at your gesture. why are his palms so sweaty? is he getting sick?

it didn’t take long for kakashi to extend an invitation for you to stay for dinner, grateful for the mask hiding his all too embarrassing blush when you accepted.

it didn’t take long for it to become routine for the two of you to have dinner together, alternating who cooked, the two of you often baking together afterwards.

then kakashi had to go out on a mission, he wasn’t sure when he’d be back. he’d never felt dread leaving for missions, or been afraid of not making it back, he’d never wished he could stay home.

now he did.

now he was saying goodbye to you at the konoha gates, his heart clenching as you tell him to stay safe, that when he returned you’d cook dinner for the two of you and make him cookies he’d grown to love.

it was only two days into the mission and he couldn’t stop thinking of you. how had your day gone? how was work? did you eat? did you miss him as much as he did you?

why did he care so much?

his mind ran wild, he hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten, how quickly his feelings had grown, how fast he was falling for you.

when he returned a week later, you were there, a bright smile on your face as you greeted him at the gates. he wanted to deny the joy he felt, he wanted to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat as you smiled at him.

he can’t fall in love, he can’t be with you. it wasn’t meant for him.

he brushed past you, trying to ignore how hurt you looked, your bright smile falling from your face as your eyes followed his stoic expression.

you tried your best to not look hurt, clearing your throat and walking behind him at a distance. after a couple minutes your bottom lipped wobbled, but you kept your composure, turning left instead of right and heading into town.

kakashi immediately stopped in his track when he no longer felt your presence. turning in his heel and panic filling his body as he realized how dark it was. it didn’t take him long to find you on a park swing, staring the stars.

“you shouldn’t be out here alone” he spoke up, your head turning to face him. you only scoffed, already getting up and walking the opposite direction of him. “where are you going?” he asks, walking a bit quicker to be next to you.

“why do you care?” you ask, your voice is cold as you turn to face him, “you completely ignored me, i looked so stupid standing there just for you to ignore me!” you pushed him, catching him off guard as he stumbled backwards.

“y/n-” he mumbles, guilt eating at him for how stupid he acted.

“no” you shake your head, “don’t fucking talk to me” you’re walking away from him and the only thing he can think to do is grab your wrist, and pull you towards him.

“please i just-” despite a majority of his face being covered you can still tell he has a pleading look on his face. you don’t care to listen to him, flailing in his arms and punching his chest helplessly.

“i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses hatake” your voice is venomous, his grip loosening. he’d never seen you so upset, so angry, you had always been so sweet and warm.

“I’m sorry okay!” his voice is louder than he intends it, he regrets it the moment he sees you flinch a bit, “I’m sorry for being an asshole and I’m sorry for ignoring you” he’s running his hands through his hair and he’s embarrassed at how close he is to crying.

“i have never needed anything as much as i need you and i hate you for it” his voice is still firm, still a little louder than usual and his hands are shaking from the emotions flowing through him.

you’re quiet as the words seep into your brain, all the anger and frustration you had sizzling away as you process what he said.

“this past month, every dinner we have all the time we’re together it’s just so easy, i don’t think I’ve ever felt that way and it’s fucking terrifying” he’s looking at you now, hoping you’ll stop him before he says the wrong thing, but you’re silent.

“i missed you” he whispers, you’re biting your bottom lip, “please just say something” his voice is pleading as he looks at you.

the only thing you can think of is wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as you could, relieved when you felt his arms snake around you waist, pulling you closer to him.

you stayed like that for a while, not saying anything until you both pulled away.

“dinner on me then?” you ask and he smiles sniffling a bit, before nodding.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, your pinkies intertwining before finally mustering up the courage to hold your hand. both of you looked away, smiling like idiots but trying to hide it from the other.

kakashi is convinced that maybe it was in the stars for him to find the one, maybe he just wasn’t looking hard enough. maybe the one for him just happened to make amazing banana bread and cookies.

#kakashi hatake imagine #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x you #hatake kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake x reader fluff #kakashi fluff #kakashi angst #kakashi hatake angst #hatake kakashi x reader

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emilekyren · 4 months

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Negative Space

p.s.a: i haven't written in a while so pls forgive me if this isn't what you expected but enjoy anyways :)

wc: 1.4k

You looked at the time, it was already 5:30. Normally you would’ve sent Nanami a million texts by now asking why he was not home yet but you hadn’t talked to him all day. The two of you had gotten into an argument the night before about how he had been staying extra late at work recently and not that that was necessarily the issue, but he had been very secretive too which made you doubt him a lot. There was nothing you could do except wait for him and apologize for your behavior as there is no reason to not trust your husband.

As you got wrapped up in your thoughts, you heard the door slam shut which made you jump ever so slightly. You turned your back only to see Nanami standing at the door with a very serious face and him not greeting you didn’t ease your nerves at all. You quietly spoke up “It’s good to see you home Nanami, I’m sorry about last night and I just wanted to say–” but before you could finish your words, he rapidly walked to you only to put his hand over your mouth cutting off your sentence. You looked at him with surprised eyes as you’ve never seen him behave this way, it was unnatural but you weren’t scared in the slightest. With his towering figure over you, he leaned in closer to your ear saying “I don’t wanna hear your apologies. What made you think that just because I don’t talk to you all day means that it doesn’t matter what time I come home to see you huh?” You were shocked and started to feel bad but it didn’t take you long to let out a loud gasp when he swiftly turned you over, with you bent over the kitchen counter, your face pressed up against the cold surface. There was a quick moment of silence before you felt him press in between your thighs. He let out a soft grunt as he felt you clench your legs together, and let out a soft whine from the tension in the air.

He pressed even harder into your legs and he spoke again, “y/n, do you know that no matter what I expect you to still communicate with me? It bothers me when you act like you don’t care when I know for a fact that you do?” You were taken aback because you knew he was right. “I’m sorry Nanami I was just angry and I didn’t wanna bother you more than I did last night, I care very much!” He unexpectedly grabbed your hair into a fistful and whispered to you, “In return, you’ll have to deal with my pent-up frustration since you refused to speak to me all day.” You’d never had Nanami be this rough with you but it didn’t stop you from feeling a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach that he induced. While still keeping your fistful of hair in one hand, he used the other to take off your pants, and once they were off he rubbed in between your legs, slowly inching up to your most sensitive area, which caused you to let out a soft moan. His fingers were so rough but he was always so gentle with the way he caressed you that it made your head spin. He continued to rub his fingers in a circular motion which kept making you more and more sensitive and you knew he wouldn’t stop. Your moans kept growing louder, causing the erection in his pants to grow bigger and he didn’t want you to finish so easily, definitely not this soon.

As he saw your legs beginning to tremble, he stopped what he was doing and let go of your head, causing you to slump in your current position and confused as to why he stopped. He turned you over again now leaving you facing him directly, still lying down on the counter. With a confused face, you asked why he stopped. He didn’t say anything in response, only him bringing your face to his and giving a deep kiss, which you couldn’t resist. Nanami was a man you could never resist, the way he touched you, his kisses being so passionate, and feeling his tongue engulfing you, and scooting closer to him, grabbing his belt, indicating you wanted to help him. He didn’t stop you from taking off his belt and rubbing your hand against his thin boxers, allowing him to release his mouth from you and moan from how delicate your touch was. In his breathlessness, Nanami said, “y/n, please keep going.” Those words were all you needed to hear. You fully removed his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and seeing small dots of pre cum drip from his tip. You brought your body even closer allowing you to rub up against his cock before silently burrowing him inside you. You both let out quiet moans, him feeling how tight you were, and you silently contemplating how big he was and how you took it every time….but you did it anyway.

You slowly moved up and down and it felt good for both of you, but he wanted to give you the best treatment after being so rough with you earlier. He stopped you once again and told you “I’m only stopping so I can help you. I want to make you feel good now, so please let me.” How could you say no to him? You nodded and that was his signal to take over. He picked you up only to take you to the bedroom to lay you down on your bed. He gave you forehead kisses as your head hit the pillow, and reassured you “If I'm too rough, you can always tell me to stop, but I know this is how you like it, don’t you?” You gave a small nod and he let out a small chuckle because he knew everything about you. He put his hands beside your hand and he was face to face with you again, and he slid into you seamlessly but felt how deep he was inside you. A feeling that sent chills down your spine every time. He started slow but as he saw your face squirm full of pleasure, a rush of adrenaline went through him and he couldn’t help but start to thrust into you, at a faster pace each time and he wouldn’t slow down. With each thrust, you only grew louder with blabbering as you couldn’t keep up with how hard he was moving in and out of you, and it felt so good. You couldn’t stop saying how good he felt, how big he was and he couldn’t handle seeing how much of a mess you became around him. It was his favorite and only made him pound you continuously. You loved how he dominated you, how he towered over you and let you rest, and how satisfied he made you feel.

As his pace grew slower, you could tell he was close and so were you. You clenched around him ever so slightly and he picked up his pace, he knew what you were doing and didn’t want you to stop. He spoke up in a breathless voice, “y/n, you have no idea what you do to me, it’s so fucking good. I’m gonna fill you up so good you can’t even talk after I’m done hmmm, would you like that?” and he had already done just that. You couldn’t form any proper words even if you wanted to, it was impossible. As you still kept your grip around him, he couldn’t bear the wave of pleasure that kept washing over him between how tight you were and how fast he was going, he couldn’t stop praising you enough, all he could do was just say how amazing how well you were taking him and with his last final thrusts and loud grunts, you reached your climax clamping onto his muscles, feeling his veins pop through and release into you.

As you both came down from your high, all he could do was gently lay next to you holding him close to you, taking his time, taking in the view of how beautiful you were, how stunning you looked despite the slight layer of sweat all over you, but none of that mattered. He loved everything about you. He softly said “Sorry for how rough it was, I just got caught up with everything that happened today–” You placed your finger over his mouth, just wanting to take in this moment you shared with him. Nanami smiled in return and kept you close, leaving no space between the two of you.

Again I haven’t written in a while so sorry if its a mess, next story will be more thought out lol, love u <3

#nanami kento #jjk x reader #nanami smut #emilekyren #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #jujutsu nanami

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tvgals · 1 year

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‘THE OTHER WOMAN…WILL ALWAYS CRY HERSELF TO SLEEP.’

synopsis- what happens when the other woman is eren’s girlfriend?

cw- black reader, eren is an actual asshole (only to his poor girlfriend), eren is a sucker for his golden girl, eren’s girlfriend actually has a name, modern au

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jeal·ous

/ˈjeləs/

feeling or showing suspicion of someone's unfaithfulness in a relationship.

eren walks into his shared apartment an hour and some change after he said he would arrive home. his girlfriend presumably in their bedroom. “home.” he weakly says, as if he doesn’t want to be known or bothered. his girlfriend basically runs out the bedroom and hugs eren, almost toppling over. “get off of me.”

“hey rinnie! where were you? i was waiting for you all day!” belle giggles, her brown curls swaying with each movement. belle was eren’s girlfriend. was. before she found out the news of course. “don’t call me that. and i was out shopping with y/n.” eren says mundanely, kicking off his slides and pulling his sweats up. “but you let y/n call you that all the time…why can’t i?” belle asks, her doe eyes looking up into eren’s cold green ones. “you’re not y/n, are you?” eren asks, a smug grin on his face. “i’m gonna go take a shower.” with that, eren walks past belle without a second thought and slams the bathroom door shut.

eren sighs, taking his bun out of the hair tie he borrowed from you and took his hoodie off, revealing the kiss marks on his neck. he grabs his phone and hits your contact.

‘miss ya baby. needa see you again.’

eren sits and waits for a response, turning the shower water on in the meantime. it doesn’t matter how much he runs since belle pays the water bill.

‘miss you too rinnie :(( i’m off tmrw come over then?’

‘bet.’

eren smiles to himself, he doesn’t care he’s cheating, frankly, he doesn’t care about the woman he’s cheating on either. sure, he loved her for a few months in their relationship, but when he saw how much you’d changed in your freshman year of college, he snapped. “eren? can i come in?” the muffled voice of belle rings from the other side of the door.

“what is it.” eren groans, taking off his sweats and boxers in one swift movement. belle opens the door and pokes her head in, eyes growing wide at eren’s naked body. “i just…was wondering if you had ate yet? and if you wanted something to eat..” she grins, walking fully into the bathroom, her midnight blue lingerie hugging her body. “mmm….” eren hums, he almost pities her. the fact she thinks he would ever have sex with her. the fact that she thinks he would enjoy it. but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

“cmere baby.” he coaxed her over, trying his hardest to imagine it was his golden girl y/n. belle struts over to eren, biting her lip seductively. eren grabs her by her hips and kisses her, her lipstick tasting bitter on his lips. a stark contrast to your fruity lip gloss flavors. his hands roam, trying to find a comfortable spot. he tried resting them on her ass, not feeling the same as yours. he then tried her waist, then her thighs, but whatever he did, he just couldn’t get it right. belle pulls way from the kiss, saliva connecting their lips like a bridge. her eyes scan eren’s face. while observing his gold stud earring, she notices them. the dark red lipstick stains on his neck.

“eren..where’d you get those from?” she asks, pulling away from him. “what?” eren knows exactly what she’s talking about. “the..the marks on your neck.” she stutters, arms falling flat to her sides. “huh? you put those there. remember?” he asks, walking towards the shower. “no i didn’t..we haven’t had sex in like…three months!” belle says, crossing her arms while watching eren’s silhouette in the shower. “that doesn’t mean we don’t make out.” eren says blankly. he hears the pitter patter of her steps, stopping near his phone. she starts talking, but this time obviously louder.

“are you gonna watch the oscars with me tonight?” she asks, typing the password into eren’s phone. it worked. why is it on do not disturb? “ehhh maybe. told y/n i’d watch it with her so maybe not. might just call her.” he sighs. searching for his shampoo. “yeah?” eren knows exactly what she’s doing. “yeah. also, i’d rather not have you go through my messages. what you’ll see is gonna hurt your feelings.” he warns, although he already heard belle’s sniffling. “why is y/n’s contact still in your phone?” i thought i told you to delete it?” belle says, tears welling in her big brown eyes.

“you did, i just didn’t want to.” he confesses, turning around so he’s facing the wall opposite to the shower head. “why don’t you ever listen to me? is this why you’ve been coming home so late? because of y/n?” belle asks, sitting on the toilet lid. “sometimes, yeah. not like we’re doin’ anything though. jus’ shopping and shit like that.” eren shrugs, eyes practically glued shut to prevent the water and shampoo from getting into his eyes.

“shopping? eren, you never go shopping with me!” belle whines, throwing eren’s phone back on the counter. “yeah because you never go anywhere that i wanna go. y/n is genuinely interested in the things i am.” he says, turning off the water and stepping out the shower, drying his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. “so why are you with me huh? because i’m pretty? because you think i have a nice body? is that it? are you just using me?” belle accuses, now she’s standing up and searching for her bath robe.

“no. you’re nice to have around.” eren admits, walking into their shared bedroom. belle trudges behind him, continuing the conversation. “oh. okay…well..we can atleast sleep together tonight? instead of you falling asleep on the phone with y/n on the couch?” belle asks, laying on her side of the bed, the cold sheets raising goosebumps on her pale skin. “sure. if it makes you feel better.” eren pulls a hoodie out of the dresser and a pair of sweats. eren then turns the light off and rolls into bed with belle.

“goodnight eren. i love you.” belle whispers. “night.”

eren wakes up the next morning, eyes crusted over and watery. he looks to his right to see belle, facing away from him. thank god. eren searches blindly for his phone, sighing when i finally gets ahold of it. pressing the screen, the time read; 12:56 eren knows you’d be up by now so he texts you.

‘good morning pretty’

‘eren what the fuck is wrong with you?’

his hands freeze. what did he do this time?

‘what? what happened??’

‘don’t come back bro. omm you know wtf you were doing.’

eren was filled with confusion. what did he do? what happened? could he make this better? why was his golden girl being so rude? so, eren calls you. rinnggg…ringggg…rinnggg.. you finally pick up, the top of your forehead and your pink bonnet only being visible. “what the fuck do you want bro.” you growl, you voice sounding full and stuffy. you’ve been crying. “what are you talking about? i ain’t do nothing.” eren defends, now sitting up in the bed. “bro you know what the fuck you did. what normal fucking woman eats apples and ketchup, huh?!” and with that, you hung up and threw your phone across the room. you curl up against yourself in your bed, tears welling in your eyes once again.

“apples and ketchup?..” eren whispers to himself. eren sighs and flops backwards onto his bed, emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling. what was he to do? his golden girl wants nothing to do with him now, and he’s stuck with a woman who’s infatuated with him. “dammit.” eren whispers, rubbing his eyes in drowsiness and stress. eren looks over, belle’s now flipped to where she’s now facing eren. he’s never genuinely looked at her face before..all of her end of winter freckles, her eyelashes and bushy eyebrows, her pinks lips in a somewhat pout. belle was pretty..really pretty..almost model type pretty- enough to be on the covers of the gas station magazines. “y’ so pretty…” eren mumbles, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. eren would be a damn fool not the make the most of her while you’re mad at him. eren hops out of bed and looks back to his phone — just to see if there was a text from you — and he walked to the bathroom, sighing. he grabs his toothbrush and slides the drawer out, picking up the toothpaste. when the toothpaste was in his hand, the empty spot revealed a polaroid of you and him in a photo booth. technically, the apartment was eren’s and belle ended up joining him, the two of them splitting up bills. this means all of his previous belongings and pictures from you and him he’s had to put away by the pleads of belle. he just wishes he knows what he did.

“eren?” belle calls out from the bedroom. “yeah?” “y/n is calling you.” eren almost runs to the bedroom, picking his phone up and answering it, just before the last ring sounded. “eren.” you sniffle. “what’s wrong? what happened?” eren questioned, his brows furrowed.

“i’m pregnant. and i know it’s yours.” you mumble into the phone. “what? well what do you want me to do?” eren says, looking over to belle. “i want you to come over and help me fix this shit. or i swear to god i will tell belle everything.” you threaten. “alright alright. give me ten minutes and i’ll be over.” eren promises, now walking to the front of the apartment. belle can’t help but flop back onto the bed. she’d just woken up and now her boyfriend was leaving her…again. she just couldn’t stand the relationship you two had with one another. you were just so pretty. you and eren had been friend since before eren even knew belle, this entire situation felt…suspicious? was that the right word? belle heard the door shut and sits up in the bed, searching for her own phone. meanwhile eren was just getting in his car, still on the phone with you,

“why the fuck would you do this shit eren? are you trying to spite me? trying to do this to get back at me in some way?” you shout over the phone. eren can’t help but feel awful. you’re HIS golden girl, he loves YOU — and he’s never wanted you to feel any other way. “i’m pulling up right now. unlock the door.” eren warns, hanging up the phone. he pulls into your driveway and climbs out the car, pushing his phone into his pocket. eren can see you leaning onto the doorframe — you biting your lip.

“hey sweets.” eren greets, stepping into your neatly decorated home. “eren…please. i cannot do this alone. i’ve told you so-…” you cut yourself off, pulling eren by his wrist to come inside, him kicking the door shut. the two of you make it to your room and sit on your bed, hand in hand.

“eren…” “hm..”

“why did you do this? to me?” you ask, biting your lower lip expecting the worst. “i didn’t mean to. honestly.” eren replied, pulling you closer into a hug. you can feel the tears well in your eyes. again.

“you know i’ve always wanted a family, how i wanted someone to live with forever. you have a girlfriend, a really nice one, and i don’t know if you genuinely love her or not, but if you do you need to tell me. if i have this baby in the next eight months and you’re not here to support me or the baby, you’ll never hear from me again.” you swore, biting your tongue waiting for a response.

“i don’t know what to say. i love you so so much y/n, i really do. i want this with you, i want you…just…give me a few days, okay? i need to tell belle..” he whispers into your damp - tear soaked bonnet. “please hurry.”

an: not finished, just wanted to get this out before i forgot about it forever, thank you for the support on this and if this flops i’m deleting it 🤞

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multifanlol · 1 year

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Can you do more yandere scott tenorman x reader pls I have brainrot of him

Sure! I love Scott smm

Gn reader!

Tw: Stalking, Kidnapping, yandere stuff you’d usually see, mentions of stalking, mentions of sexual fantasies

“Hm?”

“I said do you want to watch a movie with me?”

Y/n said with a annoyed look on their face

“You keep on dozing off, it’s starting to get annoying what are you thinking about Taylor Swift if she was naked?”

“No! Why don’t you mind your business?”

Scott didn’t mean to sound harsh i mean truth be told he was fantasising about someone, just not who you’d think it was….

It hasn’t been recent ever since Scott took a liking to you he can remember the specific day, time, place month and year. And he thought he was bad at math

Although it started off as a simple harmless small crush he didn’t almost realise he liked you

Although the small crush only got bigger and bigger he didn’t just want to give you small stuff as a way to show affection towards you, he wanted to go bigger

You we’re oblivious to him atleast no matter the clear cards he gives to you or speeches he does you still don’t realise?! Even if your oblivious you couldn’t be THIS oblivious in his eyes atleast then he came to a conclusion that maybe it wasn’t you, maybe there was someone else in the picture

I mean it was shocking to him you had a life outside of hanging out with him he sometimes forgets you have other friends that aren’t him sometimes he wishes it was that way

So to know if you were seeing someone instead of asking you oh no, he knew that would be too obvious what If you questioned him? I mean in his eyes you not telling him you have a partner anyway is enough

He decided to dig a little deeper, following you home which ended up having your entire schedule memorised

Whenever he’d come across a “rival” it made him feel a rage that he couldn’t even describe

Why were they talking to you so nicely? Why we’re they holding your hand? Why do they even know you?

The rage wouldn’t stop bothering him it felt like a itch that wouldn’t go away

So therefore to make it go away he had to ahem “eliminate” them

Sure he knocked them out with a shovel and hit them with it a “couple” more times to make sure there dead and buried them in his own backyard

I mean, his parents would never realise right? He doesn’t know where to put them for now besides his parents love him dearly and would never question why there son is forbidding them from going to a certain part around the backyard

But that wasn’t enough he knew no matter how much people he’d kill more would come into your your life

There was the itch again, i mean it’s not like he did anything! Sure sometimes he sneaks into your bedroom to watch you sleep to make sure your okay….

Or thinks maybe kidnapping you and hiding you somewhere where you and him could be together forever would be nice…..

This is why he’s dozing off the thoughts keep on getting worser and worser-

“Heloooo?!”

Y/n started waving their hands on the gingers face

“Huh? Oh i did it again god dammit-“

“Jeez dude, look just tell me what’s this all about maybe i can help you-“

“Listen, it’s nothing okay?! Let’s just watch that stupid movie you want so we can just stop talking about this-“

“….Jeez, i was just asking”

The itch wouldn’t go away he felt like he was hitting a limit he needed to hide you somewhere i mean you are home alone so maybe he can-

He shook his head over those thoughts it’d be too risky, he doesn’t wanna risk getting caught and-

What if he hides you in that place in the woods

He stops for a second then he stares at you just swiping through the channels trying to find a movie to watch

“How would you feel if it was just us together finding movies-“

“Um what”

“Nevermind! Let’s not watch a movie i heard there’s some cool shally out in the woods, why don’t we check it out”

“I’m very comfortable here thank you-“

“Great, let’s go!”

And well yeah 🙃

Sorry if it’s short i didn’t have much ideas for it 😭

Scott what are you planning-

Sorry that it’s a cliffhanger i didn’t feel like finishing it :,)

I hope you all liked it have a good day/night! :)

#character x reader #yandere x reader #South Park #south park x reader #Scott Tenorman #Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere South Park x reader

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robinhobiii · 2 years

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Sweet Innocence

Mafia! Seungcheol

Going on walk after a meeting was the best decision Seungcheol made.

Being the leader and having so much responsibility, makes Seungcheol a very grumpy man. He almost never smiles outside of drinking with his members. They often joke no one will ever marry him if no one ever sees him smiling. He often rolls his eyes at that. Of course he messes around with many different women but never really settles. Not that he minds settlement, he longs for it. But he’s nervous to tell a potential love of his life that he runs a very dangerous gang.

He tries to push that behind him, acting like it doesn’t matter. But it bothers him a lot. A lot of women want him but he doesn’t want them in the same way. He wants to be loved and not loved for his money or his fame for being one of the ceos of Highlight.

. . .

It was Friday night and the boys were done with a business meeting. They went their separate ways and Seungcheol was left alone. He was walking aimlessly. Nothing on his mind and was enjoying the street light illuminating the quiet roads. Maybe this is what he wants? A peaceful life and the breeze going through his hair.

“Ummph”

He looked down at who bumped into his chest. Sweet innocent eyes stared back at his tainted ones.

He smirked.

No.

This is what he wanted in life.

“Uh. . I’m s-so s-sorry! I wasn’t looking.” She fumbled out.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because my handsome face distracted you?” He said a little too cockily.

She was a taken aback.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, dollface. My handsome face was too distracting, mhm?”

It’s almost as if she was in a trance. “Uh what?!no! I got to go!” She quickly made her way passed him. He chuckled.

“I’ll see you around, cutie!” He shouted as she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He turned back around to continue his walk, but stepped on something. He bent down and picked it up. It was an ID.

L/n Y/n, mmh

He smirked. This was going to be interesting.

. . .

A few nights have passed since that encounter with the handsome man. His face seemed oddly familiar. Y/n couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe they have classes together? She tried not to dwell to hard on why his handsome face was filling her head.

It was close to nine and she was headed towards the library. She needed a book for her class that she forgot to get before leaving campus. She silently cursed herself. The sun was setting. Only a sliver of the sun remained. She needed to be quick.

Soon the glass doors came into view and she walked in quietly. The Liberian smiled at her and said a soft, “Welcome”

Y/n returned her smile and went to towards the various books. She made her way towards the historical books. The book stood there in all its glory. After she picked it up, along side other books, she reached into her pocket for her student id.

It’s not there.

It’s cool. Maybe in her bag?

Not there either.

She started to freak out. The library was going to close soon and she wouldn’t have enough time to go back to her apartment and get the id.

She was hysterical. The outline was due tonight and she wouldn’t be able to do it until tomorrow.

“Looking for this?”

She heard behind her. She whipped her head back. It was the handsome man from the other night. Her eyes widened. “Y-yes. Please! I need to check the books out. The library will close soon.” She softly said. He smirked.

“Hmm” he tapped his chin. “Should I?”

Her eyes widened again. Was he really playing after she said that the library was closing soon? Before she could say anything else, he said “Give me your number.”

Huh?

“Y-you want my number?” She said uncertainly.

“Yes, I need your number.” He leaned down to her height.

“Time is ticking.”

She quickly took out her cute memo pad and wrote her number down in record time. He took her number so graciously and handed her the id.

She bolted towards the front desk and he let out a low chuckle.

. . .

She walked out of the library with a satisfied smile. She got her books and now she can finish assignment. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bumps into something.

Sigh

She was here before.

Y/n looked up from his chest and stared at his face.

That smirk was there again.

“My, you must really like me, huh” He said as he brushed away the baby hair from her face.

“Huh?! When did you get down?! I didn’t even see you?!” She exclaimed as she jumped back. He smiled at her questions.

“As much as I would love to answer that, you need to finish that paper, don’t you?”

“O-oh yeah. . I do”

“Well then, until next time Ms. Y/n.” He said as waved goodbye.

She gently waved goodbye.

As she walked back to her apartment, she comes to a sudden realization.

“Ahhh. . I should’ve asked for his name. Then I could’ve known why his face is so familiar.” She thought out loud.

. . .

It was Friday and Seungcheol was walking through the quiet streets of Seoul. Not a single person in sight. The nice cool breeze wafts through his hair. He lives for this.

He spots a convenience store and decides to get a few snacks and sit by the Han river. He walks in and looks around, trying to decide what to get.

“You. . .” The voice said softly.

He looked up and met Y/n’s eyes. He let out a genuine smile. “I might have to really make you mine if we keep meeting like this.”

“I-I’m here to get snacks not to see you.” She stuttered out.

“Hmmm, is that so?” He gently smirked.

She let out a soft pout and turned around. He laughs softly and pulled her back gently by her wrist. “Come sit with me by the river.” He said as he took her small basket of good. “I’ll even pay for you.”

“N-no it’s fine, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, if I like something I don’t mind spending anything on it.”

She blushed as she let go of the basket.

. . .

They sat at the bench, quietly eating away.

He kept stealing glances from her and was in awe with how beautiful she was.

“Um. . What’s your name?” She asked softly.

“Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh . . That sounds famil- Wait? THE Choi Seungcheol?! Like one of the CEO’s of Highlight Choi Seungcheol?!”

He laughs full heartedly.

“Yes, the Choi Seungcheol of Highlight.”

Y/n was at a lost for words. One of the most sought after man was right next to her, eating ramen.

She must’ve been too lost as Seungcheol waved his hands in front of her.

“You okay?” He let out a little laugh. He was beyond nervous for her reaction.

“I’m fine.” She said.

“Your ramen is getting cold.” He pointed with his chopsticks.

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of eating ramen?”

“Today’s Friday. I don’t like working after 8. I like going out on walks after drinking”

“Oh. . Sounds reasonable”

“Shouldn’t you being working instead of eating ramen so late?”

Y/n sheepishly laughed.

“I’m procrastinating.”

“Procrastinating won’t helping you life, you know.”

“I don’t what to write. It has to be an influential figure in our day and age.”

“Well . . Write about me.”

“Huh”

“Write about your handsome boyfriend that contributes to the economy annually.”

“You’re not my boyfriend”

“I can be if you want.

“What are you talking about? I barely know you. You c-can’t be my boyfriend.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

She looked at him wide eyed.

“I’ll treat like the royalty you are. I’ll hold you close. I’ll love you forever.”

She couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Y/n trust me. I won’t make you regret.”

“B-but what will peopl-“

“I don’t care about what people think. I care about what you think. Will you?”

She thought about it. He is charming and the public always praises his selflessness.

“I- okay. I’ll go on a date with you.”

He smiled.

“Now your essay will be accurate.”

He smiled as she let out soft giggles.

. . .

Thank god for Chan’s ability to hack into her personal profile with her number. He was able to see everything about her. Maybe that’s a little creepy to know every thing about her. But he couldn’t help it after she bumped into him that fated night. It’s like the universe wanted him to protect her himself. He’s going to make sure that she is shielded away from the life he lives.

That’s all he needs. He’ll make sure that the sweet innocence never fades. He smirked.

“You’re all my mine babygirl.”

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Loved the ones you wrote about Lewis. Can you do something angsty. Like they have a huge fight cause he's jealous and even break up, but eventually get back together. Thank youuuu

thank u so much for ur request luvv!!❤️

the met - lewis hamilton x reader

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summary; following your night out at the met gala with lewis, you return home and a huge fight breaks out, leading to many regrets

warnings; heavy angst, panic attack, mentions of death, jealousy, mature language, fluff at the end

words; 1.2k

a/n; please send me ur requests!!❣️

You and Lewis had finally decided to attend the Met Gala together this year for the first time as an official couple. However, if only you knew how things would eventually turn out, you’d never to do that.

You'd hoped for a nice evening, getting to know new people, socializing and in general having the time of your life with your boyfriend. Nonetheless, as a result of you being a well-known actress- and one of the most beautiful out there- you tended to attract too much attention on you.

So, when one of your co-stars from your new movie started acting a little friendlier with you, Lewis saw red. You noticed how quickly his behaviour changed, from being out going and relaxed – to being moody and restraint. You thought that he was acting childish, so you decide against paying him any mind, but that infuriated him even more, resulting in you being more than annoyed because of him.

Undoubtedly, it was expected once you walked in your house, that he’d start throwing fits at you.

“Lewis, seriously relax” you rolled your eyes as you made your way to your bedroom to change.

“Relax? You just fucking asked me to relax? No y/n, I won’t relax because you know why huh?” he looked at you while pointing his finger towards you “because today you acted like a total brat, knowing already that whatever you were doing was bothering me, you decided against changing your behaviour and continued on flirting with that asshole.”

At that point you’ve had enough.

“I acted like a fucking brat? Me? You're unbelievable Lewis. You have no right to tell me how to behave. I was being friendly towards him, we were playing in a goddamn movie together for six whole months, did you ever think that if I really wanted him like that, I wouldn’t already have done something back then, when I was alone with him?” you yelled at him.

“I don’t know that...” his posture stiffened.

“Excuse me?” you asked shocked.

“I don’t know that nothing happened between you two while I wasn’t around. As you said, it was easier back then and considering the way you both were acting tonight, I don't exactly doubt that.” he told you and you felt your heart breaking into millions of pieces.

“You really think that low of me? You really think that I would do something like that to you? Even after the millions of times I've told you how much I love you?” you said while biting your lower lip as tears started rolling down on your cheeks.

“y/n...” his face took a sad expression.

“no” you lifted your hand stopping him “I don’t wanna hear anything. What you said is really serious Lewis, because now I know that you don’t trust me.” you tried to wipe your tears, but new where constantly falling down.

“Baby I'm sor--” you cut him off.

“No Lewis, you don’t get to offend me like that and then say you’re sorry. Fuck your sorry! I need some time off” you finally said while sniffling your nose.

“What?” Lewis exclaimed in a whisper.

“I need space Lewis, I'll go to y/f/n’s tonight.” you told him and went to your bathroom to change.

“y/n, please, don’t leave. I’m really sorry. Jealousy took over me and I know that doesn’t justify what I said to you, but it was in the heat of the moment, none of that meant anything. I didn’t mean anything I said baby. Please baby, don’t go.” you heard him silently crying on the other side of the door.

Your heart was breaking even more at the sound of his sobs, but you couldn’t let him manipulate you. You couldn’t make him feel as if he had the upper hand. As you exited the bathroom, you paid no attention to him and grabbed your things, trying to make your way to the garage, while Lewis was hot on your heels.

“y/n please” was the last thing you heard him saying as you started your car engine and left.

One week had gone by and you were missing Lewis more than anything else. He hadn’t stopped calling you or texting you. He even turned up to your friend’s house, so you decided to go and stay at a hotel instead. You knew that he was worried about you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, until...

You eventually needed to go back to your shared home to grab some of your things. So, you picked a time that you knew he would be gone, more likely during his morning ran, to go and pick up your things.

However, you were wrong.

Once you entered your house, you so Lewis sleeping on the couch with plenty of heavy- alcohol bottles scattered all over the place. What made your blood run cold in your veins, though, was that you noticed Lewis’ bear chest not moving.

Immediately, tears started rolling down on your cheeks and you dropped your keys on the floor as you run up to him, kneeling besides him.

“Lewis” you exclaimed his name between sobs as you grabbed both his cheeks, feeling how cold his face was.

The worst thoughts made their way into your mind and you started sobbing uncontrollably while on the same hand, you couldn’t stop muttering out his name.

“Plea...” your voice got caught in your throat as you begun having a panic attack.

Lewis was not responding to you; his whole body was cold and you couldn’t feel his pulse as your hands were trembling way too much. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your vision couldn’t stay focused.

In your despair, however, you didn’t notice the two strong arms that wrapped themselves around your body as you were kneeled on the floor.

“y/n...” you heard someone say, but your ears were buzzing too much.

“Baby... breath, please” you heard his angelic voice in your ear as a soft kiss was placed on top of your head.

“Lew... Lew” you cried out.

“it’s me baby, shh, I'm here, everything’s going to be okay” he tightened his grip around you.

“you’re not... dead” you said between sobs.

“What?” he exclaimed shocked “of course not baby.” he placed one of his palms on your cheek lifting slowly your head.

“you’re so cold” you said.

“I slept with the window open baby.” he smiled down at you as he pointed towards the open window.

“Really?” you asked in a weak voice.

“Really baby. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I'm alive, I promise” he chuckled lightly.

“Fuck you Lewis” you exclaimed in a high-pitched voice and jumped on top of him as you started hitting his chest.

“Hey hey” you heard him laughing resulting in you starting to laugh too.

“you’re an asshole Lewis” you said as you leaned down, your face inches away from his.

“I know” he bit on his bottom lip.

“But I love you so much” you whispered.

“I love you too baby... please forgive me” he pleaded.

“of course” you breathed out with a smile and grabbed both his cheeks with your hands, finally connecting your lips with his.

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