#MY EYES WOULD GLOW RED!!! THATS SICK AS FUCK!!
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Can I talk about Avatar for a second?? Lemme talk about ATLA/ALoK for a second.
Like, so, I have many, many...many....grievances and hangups about A:LoK. I have tried to watch it twice, and while the first season is okay, the second season made me so mad that I dropped it. Twice. I have not watched the third season or got to see Gays In Action in 4k, because I was that disappointed.
I remember a hell of a lot about ATLA...but I can barely remember anything about Korra. That’s mostly due to my disappointment, but the fact remains that I barely remember the show, after watching it twice, and it’s the latest installment. That being said, I remember one thing that stuck out to me most....
Vaatu.
I am so, SO disappointed that they really just!! Made up this AMAZING concept of an Avatar counter-spirit, and they were just like!! “Oh yeah, his concepts are chaos and darkness, he’s EVIL, dudes.”
The one thing in the world that could possibly rival one as strong as the Avatar, would have been Another Avatar. They could’ve done something amazing with that!! They could finally have a balancing act!! A great leadup to this bigger enemy, with a twist at the end - like how ATLA did it with Ozai, with Aang refusing to kill him and instead taking away his bending!! The outcome wasn’t expected, but it still led to the same ending, with a better meaning behind it because it didn’t force Aang outside of his boundaries!! But...LoK didn’t have that. It was “Here’s this sketchy guy, we all Know he’s sketchy, but LOOK, THE TWIST IS THAT HE’S SKETCHY!! BUT ON A MORE EXTREME LEVEL!! Haha!!”
The only thing that LoK managed to twist was the lore of the world, by expanding on the Avatar, how it came to be, and by introducing a spirit of EQUAL POWER to the Avatar. I love Wan’s and Raava’s story, that isn’t my problem with this twist. My problem lies in the fact that Vaatu was merely made to be the Evil Avatar Spirit, in a world where balance and equality mean everything. I think Vaatu being the spirit of Chaos and Darkness would’ve been so cool to explore, if the creators had time to explore him - because Chaos and Darkness aren’t evil, they’re nature. What is morality anyway to a spirit?? Why make an Evil Spirit?? Why not explore WHY Vaatu is the way he is rather than say he just is??
Does that mean that Tui and La are merely good and evil, then?? They’re supposed to represent Yin and Yang, quite literally. Is Tui, the moon, evil simply because they can only thrive in the darkness?? Is La evil, because the sea is unrestrained and takes innocent lives, being a chaotic force?? Shouldn’t Tui and La be CLOSE, or at least GRATEFUL to Vaatu for giving them the darkness they need to remain balanced?? I don’t know too much else about the spirit gods in Avatar, so idk if there’s a Spirit of the Night, but my point still stands - the moon can’t prosper without darkness, and the ocean needs the moon. How can that be constrained to an idea as simple as “evil”??
Was La in the wrong or the in the right for destroying those fire nation ships, for taking control of Aang, for taking Zuko’s crew away from him after their other half died??
I just think that the world of ATLA/ALoK would have been so much better if Vaatu wasn’t just...Evil Bad Guy Spirit. The balancing act would’ve been restored if there are two Avatars (and Raava should be seen as something that can become Too Much - too much light, too much serenity/complacency, too much order means that there’s no room for self-identity, chance, risk, and the ability to look inward. If Raava can go too far, but be held back by their Avatar, then why can’t the same be held for Vaatu??). For a world that says that balance and equality is the true guide to peace, it seems really, really desperate to keep only one Avatar.
Vaatu would have been an excellent twist, if he just wasn’t so one-sided, and if it was anyone else but goddamn Unalaq.
That being said, I think Tui, La, and Vaatu (and maybe Wan Shi Tong, that giant Owl bitch) would’ve been/should be Ride or Die.
#Vaatu#Avatar#avatar: the legend of korra#avatar: the last airbender#Vaatu Headcanons#Lamenting the fact that I dislike ALoK despite trying so hard to love it#FUCK THE MCU AND TONY STARK THIS IS NOW A MULTIFANDOM ACCOUNT#No shame in having 20+ fixations!!#This is mainly me complaining about the writing choices used for Korra but also#This is me pointing the potential in Vaatu#BITCH GIVEN THE CHANCE I WOULD BE A DARK AVATAR#MY EYES WOULD GLOW RED!!! THATS SICK AS FUCK!!#ATLA#ALoK#I read Avatar fics for 3 days straight and YES it was mainly Zukka
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just read rock bottom (both parts) - it was really good !!on a side note, thank you for making it gn, not many writers do that =]
but after reading part 2 i cant help but think that price knew and was kinda putting on a show for soap ... maybe as a reward after a hard mission he invites soap to help him and reader out, and soap realizes some Things about himself, mainly that he likes both of them -- but thats just my thought, im a sucker for threesomes (all good things come in threes after all lol)
anyway, like i said before, rock bottom is really good !! i love how you wrote it, and especially soap's orgasms - im a sucker for guys who are pathetic and cun in their pants
sorry for the long ask, i just wanted to say my thoughts =D
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Rock Bottom pt. 3
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader x Captain John Price
[“Rock Bottom” by KISS]
[18+]
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• summary - soap thinks he's dreaming when price invites him to make you feel good lol.
• rating - 18+
• wordcount - 3.5k
• warnings - gn!reader [they/them, 'hole', 'sweetheart', 'love', 'baby' are used], unprotected piv, threesome? idk price doesn't do a lot but it's enough lol, sub!soap, praise, oral [m!receiving], fingering, m!masturbation, a sprinkle of cum play, strong language
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i've changed it up a bit but i hope you like <3
sidenote i fucking LOVE that pic of soap
Late that night, Soap had a knock on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so when he checked his watch and it read 23:55, he was confused.
He opened the door, and was shocked to see you standing there. You smiled at him, and Soap swore he almost melted on the spot.
"Hey, Soap. Sorry, did I wake you?" You cocked your head to the side curiously, taking in Soap's unkempt mohawk and pyjama pants.
Soap shook his head. "No, no, was about too, though. Are you alright?"
You nodded, fidgeting with your fingers. You looked up and down the hall, before you leaned in closer. Soap's breath hitched, and he could smell your shampoo. He took a breath.
"Price wants to talk to you," you whispered. "He's in my room."
Soap's stomach sunk. Why would Price want to speak to him while he's in your room? The only logical explanation was that he knew what kind of sick fuck Soap was, listening in on him and you on more than two occasions.
Soap felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, his spine tingling with nerves.
"Am... I in trouble?" Soap asked, and you gasped, shaking your head.
"No, of course not! Why would you think that?"
"Just wondering..." He trailed off, before he was following you down the hall a couple of metres to your bedroom door.
You opened the door and ushered him inside. Soap heard you close and lock it before you breezed past him and settled on the edge of your bed, a soft smile on your face.
Price leaned against the far wall by the window, a lit cigar in his hand. He exhaled a plume of smoke and it drifted out the open window, the tip of the cigar glowing red. The room was pretty dark, asides from the couple of soft, golden lamps dotted around the room.
Price cast a look over his shoulder at Soap.
"You know why you're here?" Price questioned, and Soap's stomach flipped with nerves.
"Uh... not really, sir."
"I think you do." Price said simply, closing the window and crossing the room with his cigar hanging from his lips. He paused beside your bed, placing a hand on top of your head, petting your hair.
Soap was burning up, and he dropped his gaze. He had been fucking caught, hadn't he?
"You're not in trouble, Soap. I told you that," you said soothingly, leaning into Price's touch. "But we know you listen. Through the wall. At the safe-house."
Soap was mortified. The tips of his ears were burning so hot he imagined there was steam coiling from them. He had his eyes firmly on the ground, looking at his feet. He didn't have the nerve to look up at you and Price.
"It's okay," you concluded. "You don't have to be embarrassed."
"Easier said than done..." Soap grumbled, face and body growing hot. Despite his torso being bare, he felt like he was being suffocated by his skin.
"You like the way they sound, don't you, sergeant?" Price voiced, and that made Soap finally tear his eyes away from the ground. "You have quite the crush, don't you?"
"...yes sir." Soap whispered. There was no point in denying it now. He was far too deep in whatever was going on.
Price hummed, looking down at you as he continued to massage your scalp, smoking his cigar. The smell permeated the room, lingering thick and woody. A light grey haze shimmered in the lamplight, hovering just above Price's head. Soap'd be concerned for his own lungs if he wasn't overcome with a million different emotions right now.
"You can fuck them, Soap." Price said suddenly, dragging his hand to the side of your face, cupping your jaw.
Soap's mouth dropped open. He couldn't help it. He wasn't fucking expecting that.
"I... I mean— not that I don't— it's... you know, it's just— are you sure? I don't—" Soap stuttered.
"It's okay, Soap," you said calmly as Price traced your lips with his thumb. "I want to. If, of course, you want to as well? You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable."
Price slipped his thumb passed your lips, and you snagged it between your teeth before you sucked it lightly. Soap's mouth continued to gape, not quite sure what to do or say.
"So?" Price urged, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, cigar hanging loosely from his lips. "You want to fuck them, or no?"
"But... aren't you two... together?"
"I don't mind sharing."
Soap's cock twitched at that. You were still sucking on Price's thumb, but your eyes were on Soap. You battered your lashes at him, and he felt his cock jump again, now semi-hard beneath the thin cotton of his pyjamas.
"Well?" Price prompted. "Last chance. You in?"
Soap was nodding before he got the words out of his mouth. "Y-yeah. Yes, sir. Please, sir."
Price beckoned Soap forward, popping his thumb out of your mouth. With one last pat to your cheek, Price settled at the head of your bed, smoking his cigar against your headboard. Meanwhile, you continued to sit cross-legged near the edge of your bed, smiling up at Soap as he approached.
When Soap's abdomen was parallel with your face, you reached forward and took hold of his pyjama drawstrings. You slowly pulled the bow apart, before you tucked your fingers beneath the waistband. You paused, looking back over your shoulder at Price. Soap realised you were looking for some kind of instruction. That made his cock harden further.
"You want to suck his cock, sweetheart?" Price asked.
You nodded, and Soap released a shaky breath.
"Right. Let him up on the bed."
Soap sat on the edge of the bed and you crawled onto the floor. You skimmed your fingers along his waistband teasingly, enjoying the goosebumps that appeared along the pale flesh. You could see the imprint of his hard cock beneath his pyjamas, and saliva flooded your mouth. You looked up at him, and the way he was looking at you made your stomach draw tight in pleasure.
You pulled his pyjamas down, and he helped by lifting his hips. You slipped it down his thighs just enough for his hard cock to spring out. It was achingly hard already, the tip flushed red and adorned with a single bead of pre-cum that threatened to fall as his cock bobbed against his stomach.
Soap hissed, tossing his head back when you took hold of him. You grasped him tight at the base, leaning forward to drool a string of saliva down his length. He groaned, breathy and desperate, as the saliva dripped down his shaft and collected above your closed fist. You smeared it up and down, pumping him, before you placed a couple of tiny licks to the tip.
His hips stuttered, and a hand shot down to hold your head. His hands weren't as big as Price's, but they sat heavier. Heavier in a way that made your stomach flip as he attempted to guide your mouth further onto his cock. You didn't let him— still placing small licks across the weeping slit, and along the underside of his head. He groaned your name, pressing your head closer, your mouth pushing against the tip of his cock, pre smearing across your lips.
Your other hand reached down to cup his balls, and his hips jolted again. He whined, eyelids drooping as he watched you fist his cock a couple of times. Then, you licked a fat stripe from base to tip, and he moaned loudly, tugging at the roots of your hair. He tasted heady, tainted with salt, as you swirled your tongue around his cockhead once more, before you finally gave in to his desperate pushing and opened your mouth wide.
You sunk your mouth around him, and he released another desperate moan, followed by a whimper when you hollowed your cheeks. He wasn't as lengthy as Price, but he was certainly wider. His cock stretched your mouth taut as you took more of him, and when your lips came into contact with your fist at the base, you gagged.
"Fuck, fuck," Soap groaned, hips twitching to thrust deeper. "S-so good."
Saliva leaked from your mouth as you pulled back, and then took more of him, bobbing your head up and down. His hand in your hair was a stable pressure, encouraging you to take more and more of him. You removed your hand at the base, holding his thigh for stability as his tip dragged across the back of your tongue, edging your throat. You gagged again, and Soap moaned in response.
Behind Soap, Price palmed himself through his trousers. He grunted softly, pressing his hand to the imprint of his hard cock. He puffed on his cigar, intent on not touching himself fully until Soap was fucking you into your bed.
"Mmmfuck, m'gonna come," Soap whimpered, pressing your head closer until your nose pressed to the hair at his pelvis. "M'gonna... fuck..."
"Pull back, sweetheart." Price ordered calmly, and you listened. You pulled your mouth off of Soap's cock with a wet pop, admiring how it glistened with your saliva. Soap groaned, frustrated, trying to push your head back towards his cock.
Price nudged Soap's lower back with his foot. "Don't start, Soap."
Soap stopped with a whimper, looking down at you. He pet your head, massaging your scalp. You kissed his inner thighs, before retracting your hands and getting to your feet.
Your chest was now level with Soap's face. Soap couldn't help but stare when you ripped your shirt off, nipples hardening in the cool air. Soap whined, and you let him lean forward and take one of your nipples into his mouth. You hummed in pleasure, hugging his head as he sucked and skimmed his teeth along your nipple. He switched to the other one as Price tutted behind him.
"Look how desperate he is for you, love," Price grunted, dipping a hand into his own pyjama pants and cupping himself, not fully stroking yet. "Make him beg to fuck you."
You cried out, the sound morphing to a moan as Soap bit at the skin around your nipples, sucking bruised over the indents of his teeth. He pulled away finally, his lips puffy and glossy. You stroked his short hair before taking one hand to the longer strands of his mohawk, tugging it to expose the bare expanse of his throat.
His Adam's apple bobbed as you clambered into his lap and attached your mouth to it, sucking harshly. Soap groaned, the vibrations travelling through your mouth as you peppered bruises up the column of his neck.
"You heard the captain," you teased, sucking a bruise right beneath Soap's ear before you bit down on his earlobe. "Beg for it."
Soap offered absolutely no resistance. He angled his head to look up into your eyes as you pulled away. His eyes were glassy and full of desperation, and it forced an involuntary moan from your throat.
"Please, please, let me fuck you," he begged, hands at your waist, trying to grind you against his lap. "Please, baby, please, I need it, I need it so bad—"
"You need it?" Price chuckled, and Soap's face burned up. "Hear that, sweetheart? He needs it."
"Aww, such a needy boy." You chuckled, placing a kiss to Soap's nose before you slipped off his lap.
You clambered across the bed until you were sat between Price's legs. You lay down, your head on his lap as you lifted your hips and pulled your shorts and underwear down, exposing yourself to Soap. Soap moaned, throwing his own pants away before he was swivelling his body, now sitting between your ankles. He grabbed your shorts and underwear and pulled them the rest of the way down, tossing them across the room.
"Please, please..." Soap whimpered, taking hold of your ankles and rubbing the skin. "Please can I... Please can I fuck you?"
You hummed, running your hands up and down Price's legs, feeling the material of his pyjamas. Price grunted, finally taking his cock out behind your head, gripping it in his hand. He fisted it, stroking a few times before stopping.
"Your choice, love." Price uttered, voice gravelly.
You smiled, biting your lip. "Have you been a good boy, Soap? Do you deserve it?"
Soap nodded desperately, crawling closer until his hands were smoothing against your thighs. "Yes, fuck, I've been a good boy. I'm—" he cut himself off with a whimper. "I'm your good boy. Please."
As Soap whimpered and begged, Price placed his cigar to the side and leaned down, cupping your jaw to angle your mouth to his. He kissed you deeply, tongue probing your mouth. Smoke swirled between the two of you, and you whined into the kiss. It was sloppy and lewd, the sounds downright pornographic. It tasted bitter and sweet all at once and when Price pulled back, he ran his tongue along your bottom lip for good measure.
Soap whimpered, moaning at the sight. He took his cock in his hand, fisting it roughly as you and Price pressed your tongues together. Price pulled back an inch, a thick string of saliva connecting the tips of your tongues. Soap moaned again, pre rolling from his aching tip and down his shaft. He was painfully hard, cock twitching with each movement of his fist.
The string of saliva snapped and Price pulled back completely, picking up his cigar and placing it between his lips, taking a deep inhale. Meanwhile, you looked back at Soap, all desperate and whiney. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach, and your smile grew wider after you licked your lips.
"You're so pretty, Johnny," you whimpered, fingers trailing down your body. "Want you to fill me."
Soap moaned, mouth dropping open. He continued to jerk himself off as you quickly sucked your fingers into your mouth, before you were placing them at your hole. You pushed them in, arching your back, and Soap moaned again.
"Don't they sound so pretty?" Price mumbled, stroking his cock too.
Soap was nodding deliriously, eyes trained on where your fingers fucked your hole. He whimpered, begging silently with his eyes, pupils blown wide.
Price chuckled. "Come on, sweetheart. Give Soap what he wants."
You nodded, removing your fingers and spreading your legs wider, draping them over Price's. Soap wasted no time drawing closer until his cock rested against the plush flesh of your inner thigh. He was breathing deeply, whimpering softly as his cock ached, throbbing with need.
"Fuck me, Johnny." You said, and that was all Soap needed.
Cock wet with your saliva and his pre-cum, he notched the head at your entrance and pushed inside. Slowly, he stretched you open, and you moaned loudly, turning your head into Price's thigh. Price stroked your hair, other hand fucking his cock into his fist. The sounds were loud behind you, making you moan again.
Soap screwed his eyes shut, chewing on the inside of his cheek in focus. He didn't want to bust a fucking nut halfway inside you. Fucking hell.
He pushed in further and further before he bottomed out with a guttural moan of your name. He grabbed your legs and put them around his hips, notching himself deeper with the new angle.
He whimpered. "Fuck, feel's so good, baby. So tight."
You moaned, feeling him deep inside you. Not as deep as Price would normally reach, but deep enough that his tip skimmed somewhere inside you that had your back arching He was thick, stretching your hole open around his girth, making you whine.
"Move, Johnny." You whispered, pleading.
You felt so full.
He obliged, beginning to rut into you like a man starved. He whimpered and whined, one hand kneading your thigh around his waist, the other gripping your hip and pulling you back onto him. His cock slammed into you, fucking your hole in a way that even made Price let out a groan.
"That feel good, love?" He asked, a puff of cigar smoke blowing across your bare body.
"Mhm." You nodded, unable to form a sentence as Soap fucked you.
Price fucked his fist, grunting around the shape of his cigar. The air was hazy around your head— or maybe it was the dizzy pleasure overtaking your brain and the thin ring of tears in your eyes. The noises that both Price and Soap were making made your stomach twist, butterflies coursing through you.
Price grunted, deep and earthy, tasting of smoke. Slick sounds followed as he continued to stroke his cock, his other hand coming to rest on the side of your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. A small ember from the tip of his cigar floated down and landed on your cheek. It burned slightly, but Price smoothed it away with his thumb. It made you moan.
Soap meanwhile was the complete opposite. No deep grunts or curses or anything like that. He had been reduced to a whimpering, whining mess. Each time his cock pressed deeper into you, he whimpered softly, often followed by a higher-pitched whine before he was moaning your name like a mantra. His breathing was rapid and uneven as he rutted his cock into your hole.
"Tell them how good you feel, Soap," Price grunted above you, and your eyes rolled as Soap hit a spot inside you that had your hole pulsing around him. Soap moaned breathlessly, now peppering wet kisses along your neck and chest. Price huffed, nudging Soap's leg with his foot. "Tell them, sergeant."
Soap whimpered. "Feels so good, baby, fuck. Such a t-tight hole, all for me."
"Careful..." Price grumbled, but Soap didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn't care.
He had his sole focus on pumping his cock into you. Your body trembled beneath him, legs quivering against his hips. You were moaning softly, his name. Johnny, Johnny. He had been wanting this, craving this, for so fucking long. He could feel his orgasm building, but he wanted you to come first.
"You wanna come?" Soap whispered after sucking a dark splotch onto the base of your throat.
You nodded, chewing your lip as your body began to heat up. Price continued to pet your face, fist speeding up, cigar still hanging loosely from his lips.
"Go on then, baby. Come for me, please." Soap whispered, and you listened— your body spasming, back arching as you came.
Soap moaned loudly at the feeling of your hole squeezing his cock as your orgasm rolled over you. Price moaned too, thrusting up into his hand a couple more times before he came. Hot spurts fell past his fist, splattering your hair and cheek. You whimpered out and, breathing hard, he placed his cigar on the bedside table's ashtray, and smeared his cum across your cheek.
"S’all right, love, there you go." He muttered, admiring the way his seed painted the edges of your hair and the soft dips of your cheek and cheekbone.
Soap watched the exchange and whined deeply, the sound stretched out as his orgasm neared. He fucked into your tight hole with his eyes halfway open, pleasure making it difficult for him to open them fully. But he wanted to see you. See how pretty you looked when he came inside you.
"Fuck," he cursed. "M'gonna come— fuck— gonna come inside you, baby, just— ah, ngh— mmmfuck, baby, 'm gonna—"
"Not inside, MacTavish." Price growled, and this time Soap heard him, he just didn't give a fuck.
Soap shook his head. "M'gonna— please—"
You whimpered. "No, no... please, inside."
Price grit his teeth. "Fucks sake, don't—"
Soap came with a string of whimpers on his lips, your name falling across his tongue in a moan. He pumped you full, stretching your hole around his fat cock and filling you hot. You moaned, hands now running up and down Soap's back.
Soap's body dropped onto yours, cock still inside you, and he nuzzled his face into your neck as his breathing calmed. He gently kissed the skin, and you stroked his back, legs flopping off of his hips and laying either side of him, pressed against Price's.
"Good boy, Soap." You whispered, bringing a hand up to massage the back of his head.
He whined into your neck, and you smiled. Then, you looked up at Price, who was still stroking the side of your face, looking down at you with those pretty dark eyes.
"You 'right, love?" He asked.
You nodded, smiling, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Mhm..."
He patted your cheek gently, before he took a fistful of Soap's mohawk and lifted him from your neck. Both you and Soap gasped, and Price made the Scot look up at him.
"You're on cleaning duties for the next month, Soap," Price said simply. "Listen to me next time."
Soap scoffed, and Price let go of his hair. He immediately buried his face back into the curve of your shoulder, sucking gently on the bare skin.
After a moment, he mumbled: "So, there's going to be a next time?"
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i would love to read ellie x reader something like the reader is ellie's girlfriend and she is punching a envious bitch who is always pestering and teasing the reader... that would be very satisfying 😩
I hear you babe, i got you 😉
Aggressive!Ellie x Girl in STEM!Reader
Being the only female student in a classroom full of men wasn’t easy, even if they knew you were attracted to women AND that you had a girlfriend one or two still tried to make moves.
It was stupid really, but what bothered you the most was this girl, she was the girlfriend of one of your classmates, and she was a pain in the ass.
It all started when one of your classmates made a small gathering for his party, you arrived by yourself due to Ellie being sick, you wanted to stay and take care of her. But she insisted, so you went for a bit.
Upon arrival your classmates greeted you with alcohol which you only took a few sips of. All the guys started to call you party pooper to which you laughed accepting one more shot.
She eyed you, you being the only other girl in the house made her hands form fists.
Her boyfriend was paying more attention to you than to her, without her knowing that you both were only speaking about some assignments and gossiping like little girls about how much you hated some random teacher.
You excused your self to get to the bathroom and thats when it all started, her blood boiling by the fact that her boyfriend didn’t bother to check on her even though it wasn’t your fault.
“Hi.” Her fake smile and piercing eyes got you puzzled.
“Hey…” your feet kept its course toward the bathroom.
Her hand flew to your wrist, harsh move making you look at her now.
“Don’t ignore me you bitch.”
That was the first time she called you names, after that (even knowing you were with Ellie) she continued poking fun at you, laughing at the smallest mistakes and making sure she (at the very least) tried her best to make you feel embarrassed.
Ellie saw it right away, since the first nasty names she called you and tried to pull her on her place, however, you stopped her. “Babe, she is not even worth the fight, just let it go okay, you know it don’t actually affects me.”
You were telling Ellie the truth, her words meaningless to you, her own person insignificant to your daily life.
And so Ellie didn’t tried anything.
Yet, the last straw was today.
Both of you went to a frat party, none wanted to go but Dina had insisted so much that you went anyway.
Your pretty little black dress making you look incredible, pretty hairstyle that made your face glow, the center of attention really.
You looked at Ellie when she stared to drag you between the crowd to an open area.
Pretty shaggy hair ticking her neck, tight white tank top, you owed one to the universe cause she wasn’t wearing nothing underneath it, a brown oversized button up hanging from her, sleeves rolled up to see her strong and veiny fore arms crowded with tattoos, and these worn out jeans so “it doesn’t looks like i tried” (her words)
When you arrived outside, cold air hitting both faces she took the only seat available, Dina lost with Jesses somewhere inside.
You looked inside while walking to a maspreading Ellie, you sat down on her lap while she took a cig out and lit it, putting it between your lips, she took one for herself and did the same.
“Sorry angel, i ran out of weed” her face apologetic, words making you laugh. Your happiness was short lived when you heard a familiar voice.
“The dikes make an appearance” she said tugging at the strap of you dress. Ellie stood up putting you to the opposite side the girl was at.
“Hi Ellie, you look- you look very good today…” her fucking face glowing red and fluttering doe eyes looking at her.
“This is the fucking last time you tell shit to my girl” she said close to the girls face. “And do not dare touching her ever again.” She was fuming. But she returned to look at you ready to take off the night somewhere else
“Or what?”
Ellie looked back at the girl, warning her with her eyes. “What would you do for the bitch you have huh? She so stupid.”
A swing under her chin was the first hit, didn’t took many, cause even though Ellie and the girl were almost the same hight, Ellie was clearly stronger.
The girl tried to grab Ellie’s hair, Ellie was faster, punching her hard on the nose, blood spitting out, busted lip and broken nose making a bloody mess that called everyone’s attention.
The girl fell back to the girl, you thought she would’ve stopped there but months of pint up anger where finally bubbling out of her guts.
Straddling the girl now she grabbed her face, the girl spit blood on Ellie.
“Why fighting over that insignificant roach? I could make you feel better” and Ellie took her hair, smashing her head on the floor, hard enough to hurt but not to kill. She was experienced.
Neither Ellie, the girl or you had realized that her boyfriend was hearing everything.
You took Ellie by her bicep, the girl on the ground confused and babbling shit that didn’t make sense.
Ellie didn’t bother to leave the scene, but not before spitting back on the girl “bitch.” She said under her breath.
When you got to the car both were quiet. None dare to speak. You sit there for so long.
“Thanks”
“Sorry”
You both blurred out.
Laughing you looked back at Ellie, blood still on her, closing the distance you took some tissues and cleaned her.
“Thank you baby, it wasn’t necessary, but I am thankful.” Your voice quiet.
“Its nothing angel, I would fight a fucking bear for you if i had to” your brows furrowed and and laughter bubbled from your chest up.
“Why- why the fuck would you need to fight a fucking bear for me?” Both laughing now.
“You never know the situations you might find yourself in” she said out of breath. “But yeah, it wasn’t even a fight today, i basically bit the shit out of her and she didn’t even tried”
“Maybe she is into that” both of you looking at each other.
Another round of laughter washed over you.
The whole way back to your place was hurried, you need to have Ellie and you showed it by caressing her leg, very damn near her crotch, and well, you pretty little dress wasn’t helpful for her either.
The night was long, fingers and cum, mouths and milky wetness from both.
#ellie williams#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x female reader#lesbian#the last of us
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Im sorry I think I heard someone say angel Luigi? Like oddly born with wings? Learns to hid them? Magic? Maybe some sort of creature that latched on to baby Mario’s cries as a child? Shifted to match him but has the wings? Maximum Ride vibes? Hmmmmm. Trigun vibes? Maybe a lil bit of both!
Ok hear me out. But I warn you this isnt my typical post. Im tired and cold so it’s a mess but maybe ill clean it up later. Who knows.
Mario’s family was super freaked out at first but accepted it cause of how much it helped Mario. Like maybe he was sickly as a baby but this odd creature who looks like him is helping. Doctors told him he was gonna die. Now it’s a miracle. So they just raise Luigi too. Well guarded family secret. Maybe thats why Mario is so protective of his brother. Their mother believes Luigi an angel sent to save her lil baby boy. Their father thinks him a demon who will one day eat their little boy. Why else would it be helping if not for it’s next meal he claims. Luigi has no idea why he was sent here. Never a good enough reason for their father. Maybe their mother and Mario are the only two who really accept Luigi, rest of family share the fathers pov.
Idk how to tie this into bowuigi but just let me think of the middle part for now think of the end game!
Bowser finds an injured winged Luigi. Slap that man in a bird cage. Oops thats Luigi’s biggest fear. (Did you papa traumatise you Luigi or was it just me) anyway mans having a horrible time at all the bird puns. Yoikes hes heard those before get creative Bowser smh. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Bowser is pissed. Someone is lucky their so pretty up in that cage. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Luigi is blushing. GET THIS MAN SOME SKIPPY CLOTHING AND A GOLDEN CAGE NOW! Well now Luigi is mortified and horrified. Hes just a decoration now. Or a pet! Awww maybe they can give him a little collar. Oh how humiliating. Whats he got left now? Probably no more tears at this point. Hey Bowsers new pet doesn’t look so good. Oops someone stopped eating. Maybe actually be nice idk man you killing Luigi from the inside. Look at those soulless eyes. You did that Bowser you happy?
Cut to Bowser trying to bring some life back to Luigi. Awww hes making sure hes ok. Getting him food. An actual bed? A room? Who said the beast doesn’t have a heart? This is how Luigi remembers the story. Though he doesn’t understand why Bowser had a change. Of course Bowser saw the soulless eyes of someone begging for death and realised he done fucked up. Of course he never thought he would have greenie over this long anyway. Wheres that red pain in his side. It’s been ages? (Oops Mario is injured and thats why Luigi had his wings out. From protecting his brother. Maybe ill put Mario in a coma for sillies)
Anyway ever so slowly Luigi gets some pep back in his step. Though hes clearly more reserved. The kids (yes plural) helped. But Bowser can see the longing in Luigi’s eyes. The way the man just looks to the sky like an old friend. They had just started really getting along too. But if you love something set it free right? So he does. And Luigi doesn’t even hesitate. The moment he is uncollared (yea baby thats last to go lmao) and outside. The moment Bowser tells him to go he just takes off. As fast has those beautiful wings can take him. Can I get an F in the chat for Bowser and his broken heart.
Luigi is frantic to see how his brother is. Consumed with worry almost his whole stay in Bowsers castle. He could feel their link, their bond, and knew his brother needed him. Of course once he reaches Mario and grasps his hand Mario wakes up. Awww brotherly love (and nothing else ya goobers) is a magical sight. Literally Luigi is glowing and has wings. Neat says princess Peach.
Maybe once he is sure his brother is oi he can feel love sick about Bowser. And misses the kids. Now it’s Mario’s turn to see the longing look in Luigi’s eyes. Mario’s turn ti tell Luigi it’s ok to just go. Though he better tell his brother whats going on when he gets back. But maybe since im such a kind god ill make it painful for Luigi to show his wings. Like painful when they sprout. So he just walks to Bowsers castle. Who is probably smad. Lmao hes sad and mad. Though word filtered in of Mario being in a coma and he figured thats why Luigi needed to go. Anyway hes probably relieved to see Luigi back. So relieved he can feel mad about not even getting a goodbye. Oopsies. But they will make it. Im sure of it.
Ok I know this post is a mess but man I had to get this idea out of my head. I wanna draw it. And I just might.
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The Princess and The Vampire
SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs.... 👀
A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic. & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)
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Y/N POV
You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?
You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.
You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.
Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.
You had no reason to find him as fucking hot as you did. It was just unreasonable at this point. He was wearing a cheap-ass cape and fake fangs and making the dumbest face but GOD if it wasn’t taking everything in you right now to drag him inside and kiss him senseless against the door.
But you were a princess tonight. And princesses could control themselves.
“Let me guess,” you teased, “‘You vant to suck my blood?’”
His eyes glittered for a moment, a grin growing across his face, “Ah, princess, I wanna do so much more than that.”
You felt your face heat, and immediately turned away to grab your purse.
You knew he was only joking when he said that stuff. He said it to everyone-- you, Steve, Robin, Gareth, everyone. He was just like that. It shouldn’t make you as flustered as it always did after almost a decade of friendship, but it still did every single time.
You unhooked your matching pink purse from the coat rack and turned back with a clear of your throat, “Ready?”
“Absolutely,” he grinned. He extended his elbow to you.
You giggled and took it, “I see you’ve taken Victorian vampire manners to heart.”
“I’m nothing if not devoted to a character, Y/N. Besides, I’m dealing with royalty. Gotta step up my game.”
“Excuse you,” you brushed a bit of hair from your face with fake haughtiness, “You’re dealing with royalty everyday.”
Eddie gave a toothy smile, “Damn right, princess.”
You reached his van, and he swiftly sped ahead of you, opening the passenger door and kneeling on the ground with a hand extended.
You rolled your eyes, “I was kidding!”
“And I'm a man of my word.” He flourished toward the passenger seat, “Your carriage, Your Highness.”
You sighed and shook your head, but took his hand and let him help you into the seat. He winked, before bounding up, closing the door, and hopping across the hood of the van.
Oh god. You had it so bad for him.
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EDDIE POV
The party was loud enough that Eddie could hear it before he even turned onto its street.
It was the fancy ass neighborhood Chrissy lived in, but he supposed rich folks didn’t care about loud parties as long as it was on Halloween.
He snuck a look at you from the corner of his eye, with your hair glowing in the moonlight and your eyes lighting up from different yard decorations. You were just so pretty. Especially tonight. Your body glitter was catching the streetlights and he wanted to run his hands along every inch of you and never let go. You just looked so soft.
He coughed, his eyes jotting back to the road just in time to not hop a curb. Honestly, what was it with fancy neighborhoods and these dumb little centerpiece gardens in the middle of cul-de-sacs? It was dumb as fuck.
He was able to get a good parking space on this street, considering most of the kids probably walked here from the same neighborhood. Figures.
You seemed enchanted by it all though. You were hopping out of the car before he could even put it in park.
He cursed under his breath, annoyed he didn’t get to help you back out of the car like he planned.
Whatever. He was walking in with you on his arm. That was a fucking fantastic enough night for him.
He hopped out after you, almost face planting in the process, but recovering swiftly. Luckily, you were too busy looking at the dumb skeleton decorations in their yard to notice.
“Eds,” you called, “They’re having a tea party!”
Eddie swung around the car to find you bouncing in place as you stared at the decorations in the yard. Eddie’s eyes only left you for a moment to follow what you were pointing at— two fake skeletons sat at a little table, set with a teapot and tea cups— but magnetized back to you in an instant. Fuck you were so fucking cute he was going to fucking scream right then and there.
“A tea party, Eds!!” You repeated, turning to him with wide, delighted eyes.
He just smiled softly, “Yeah, Y/N. ‘s cool.”
“I know right!!” You squealed.
His heart was about to explode. And unfortunately, not in a metal way. In a pathetic, my god I’m so head over heels for my best friend it’s disgusting way.
Your eyes caught commotion in the backyard of the house, the party already at full gear. You gasped and took his hand in yours, “Oh my god, there’s probably more skeletons in the backyard!”
He huffed out a chuckle as you tugged him around the side of the house with great purpose. You were absolutely ridiculous, but you were also adorable. He would probably walk off the side of a cliff if you led him to one, so who was he to try to fight it now?
“Y/N!!” Chrissy called from across the party as she spotted you both rounding the corner. Chrissy left her conversation and bounded over to you. You grinned back, your eyes flitting around the backyard in the meantime for more dumb spirited decor.
Eddie hesitated. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about Chrissy. She seemed nice, and you swore up and down that she was nice, but she was also a popular cheerleader. Well. He supposed you were too, but he’d known you for half his life. You were different. He’d seen enough popular kids pretend to be nice just to stab their friends in the back later. If nothing else though, he trusted that Chrissy wouldn’t stab you in the back. The girl was positively enamored with you. Who wouldn’t be?
Chrissy eyes almost instantly caught your hand in Eddie’s as she approached. She didn’t say anything, but it was beyond clear she clocked it, filing it away for later. Yeah. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t trust her. He could hear her telling you later tonight ‘Stay away from that Freak, Y/N. Don’t touch him like that.’ Ugh.
But then you were leaning forward and letting go of his hand to squeeze Chrissy into a hug, and launching into an excited conversation with her.
“You did so well!” You swayed her in your arms, “Look at this place!”
Chrissy laughed, pulling away, “No, look at you!!! So pretty! Oh my goodness!” She twirled you around, and Eddie swallowed thickly as your skirt fluttered around your bare thighs.
“Says you!” You teased once you’d completed a full circle.
Eddie tore his eyes from you to Chrissy, noticing for the first time she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland.
“Thanks,” Chrissy blushed. “And Eddie! Hey! You look great too! Though I’ll be honest, I totally didn’t read Dracula last year in Mr. Putnam’s class.”
Eddie laughed, “Hey, me neither.”
Chrissy smiled warmly, then turned back to you and took your hands, “We were just about to start Truth or Dare. You guys in?”
Eddie absolutely knew better than to agree to this. It would be a popular kids v. Eddie Munson game. ‘Let’s see the very worst things we can do to The Freak.’
But you were nodding and taking his hand again to pull him towards the bonfire circle on the other side of the party.
He opened his mouth to protest. Say he was gonna grab some food. Go pee. Drink someone’s blood. They’d all believe he’d actually do that anyway. But you seemed so excited and he didn’t want to ruin the party for you.
Whenever he had told you about something one of the jocks did to him, your eyebrows drew together so tight and your eyes welled up instantly. He couldn’t handle seeing you like that tonight. Not when you’d been talking all month about your halloween costume and how excited you were for Chrissy’s party.
So he followed, and just focused on your warm hand in his again as you led him through the night.
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EDDIE POV
“I am throwing out that whole bowl of lemons before we go to bed tonight, Chrissy,” Sienna scrunched her face, “That was awful.”
She tossed the remaining lemon rind behind her, into the woods, and downed the waterbottle Chrissy was holding out for her.
“Mom will just buy more tomorrow morning,” Chrissy replied, “She’s totally addicted. It’s her weird diet thing.”
Eddie was pretty shocked about how this was going. They were maybe a dozen rounds in, and so far, everything had been really… nice. The dares were lighthearted fun, like daring Sienna to eat a whole lemon or Bret to streak (which he seemed to want more than his friend daring him), and the truths seemed to be overall pretty carefully chosen to not make someone reveal anything they were truly uncomfortable with. It was fun. Eddie had never really done any of this classic high school shit, but he’d never pictured a world where it could actually be un-cruel. Truth or dare always seemed like an excuse to be shit to your friends and then make them the asshole for getting mad about it.
But the majority of the circle was the cheer team, and they mainly seemed to be putting in the effort to make it fun and not evil. It was finally starting to make sense to Eddie why you were on the cheer team in the first place, and why you’d told him over and over how nice they were. He just assumed you were brainwashed.
But here you all were, laughing by the fire and sending a bowl of candy around the circle over and over— name brand candy too. If nothing else, Eddie was happy to take out his fangs and eat that while he watched you having fun.
It was sweet.
But, of course. It didn’t take long for it to come crashing down.
Chrissy’s eyes locked to him with a slow smile, and he watched as she leaned over and whispered something in Sienna’s ear as the girl finished off the waterbottle.
Nope. Absolutely not. Eddie cleared his throat and made to stand up and head to the drinks table, but Sienna called out his name first.
“Eddie! Truth or dare.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! He fucking knew better. He knew better than to join this game, and he should have left a few rounds ago. But you were giggling so hard when Bret got dared to streak and then when Emma had to spill the details about what actually happened on her blind date. And he couldn’t fucking leave when you were sitting there in the firelight having such a wonderful time.
He was a fucking idiot.
Eddie chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment as he stared at Sienna, hedging his bets. Choosing dare could suck ass. But truth was significantly more dangerous. Any number of truths could absolutely wreck his shit. Especially with you present. At least whatever dare they’d give him could fit with his shit reputation anyway. If rumor would spread about whatever they’d make him do, no one would be surprised. No real damage.
“Dare.”
But Sienna only grinned wider.
Fuuuuck.
“Alright, Dracula,” Sienna smiled, “Why don’t you show off those fangs? I dare you to bite Y/N’s neck.”
All the color drained from Eddie’s face in an instant.
This was a terrible, horrible idea.
He was so wrong. This absolutely would cause damage. There was no way he could get his mouth anywhere near your neck— you, beautiful, popular, cheerleader you— and have it not completely decimate him. You’d go ‘ew’ and push him off and he’d disintegrate in a moment. It was one thing to have feelings for you he knew weren’t reciprocated, it was another to have to witness you push him off of you in front of all your friends like the gross freak he was.
But at the same time, it’d be a humiliation to you if he refused to do it. He could hear them now ‘Wow, even the Freak won’t kiss you, Y/N! What does that say about you?!’ He was fucked either way.
Not to even begin to mention how it was just taunting everything he’d ever wanted since he met you right in front of him so he could experience everything he’d never get.
Per usual, he had followed you recklessly to places he didn’t belong— shouldn’t belong. And this was the cost.
“Is it okay with you?” He asked carefully, his eyes flickering to look at you.
“I mean, it’s the dare,” you shrugged with a small smile. But you were tense. He could tell.
He furrowed his brow, “I don’t care if it’s the dare if it isn’t okay with you, Y/N.”
You blinked at him a few times before pushing out a nod.
“You’re sure?”
You rolled your eyes sweetly, “Just do your dare, Eds.”
He huffed out a small smile, trying to calm the breathing in his chest. Okay. Okay. He could do this.
He turned to face you, scooting closer to you on the log. He felt the eyes of the twenty students around the fire on him, but forced himself to calm down. He was a performer. He could do this.
He reached out and gently gathered your hair in his hands, careful to not pull on any strands or get them caught in his rings as he moved it all to the right side of your neck.
You huffed. It was playful, but he could tell beneath it you were truly bothered by something, “I’m not made of glass,” you whispered, only to him, “You don’t always have to treat me like you’ll break me if you breathe on me, Eddie.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. He knew you meant it. It was something you two had had conversations about before. But he’d always felt like one wrong move and you’d be running for the hills.
“I just don’t want to scare you,” he explained.
“I know,” you answered, “But you couldn’t. Even if you tried,” you smiled, genuine and warm.
That struck deep with him. After all, he was Eddie Munson. Town freak. He scared everyone. And yet here you were, saying that he couldn’t scare you no matter what he did. It made him want to tear up.
But at the same time, in this moment under the stars and beside a crackling fire, something else in him flared. A side of him that maybe wanted to startle you. To make you…
His eyes glowed for a moment more, before he pulled your hair away in a rough tug, giving him full access to your bare neck.
Your loud gasp only spurred him, his fingers curling even tighter into your hair as he connected his lips to your collar.
He felt your body shudder beneath him. He dragged his lips up your shoulder a couple inches, before landing just at the bend of your neck.
He sunk his teeth in, hard and sharp.
Lowly— too low for anyone besides him to hear under the crackle of the fire and the blaring of the speakers from the porch— he heard you moan.
His eyes hooded, and he was so fucking grateful that his cloak was currently shielding his body from the rest of the group.
He released his teeth after a moment, deciding to spare you, but running his tongue over the forming bruise and giving it a kiss, a soft amends for the mark that would be left there.
He was wrong for that. He knew that. Call it the rock musician in him, or the dungeon master, but he was easily carried away in the heat of the moment. He shouldn’t have bit you that roughly and he certainly shouldn’t have kissed it afterwards. But goddamn, would he think about that moment for the rest of his fucking days...
You were still shuddering when he pulled away slowly, your eyes not daring to open.
A swell of pride surged in his chest. He hoped he was reading this right.
“Holy fuck.”
Singular applause from the opposite side of the bonfire broke out, and Eddie turned like a deer in headlights to see the circle staring at them with gaping mouths. One guy was slow clapping.
He turned back to you, to see you were still struggling to break out of your daze.
“You want punch?” He whispered to you. While he did want to help you, he also wanted to stand and turn around and tuck his boner into his waistband before someone noticed. Get some space. Get some air. Before he did something stupid, like jumping on you and doing it again.
“Mhmm,” you nodded quickly.
He tried not to grin at that, as he stood up, making sure his cloak was wrapped around him enough.
Thank GOD for this costume on so many fucking levels.
He felt fucking dizzy. Might as well have had his blood fucking sucked from how lightheaded he was. Jesus Christ.
He managed his way to the punch table, where there were conveniently two coolers, one of which labeled “Spiked” and the other labeled “Unspiked” in what he believed was Chrissy’s cursive script. He smiled, pouring a cup of each to see if someone had switched the labels by now.
Bringing them each to his nose, they had. Of course.
He pitched out the real spiked one and poured a second cup of the sober one. With the night both of you were having, even less inhibitions and more lightheadedness was not a good idea.
By the time he returned, however, the bonfire circle was breaking up. Girls were giving him wide-eyed looks as they walked away, and some guys were even giving him fist bumps.
Chrissy winked.
He approached you hesitantly, left at the log waiting for him.
“Blood,” he said, handing you a cup of the red juice, “To refill the amount I took.”
You giggled and accepted it as he settled into the seat beside you.
“Sorry for brusing you,” he spoke up and regretting it immediately as it made his eyes flicker down to where he’d bit your neck. He could feel his blood run hotter again. There was a mark forming, and it made him fucking crazy. He wanted to do more. Cover you in them. Walk you around town and show each one off.
Jesus christ he was so fucked. He coughed. “Why’d everyone leave?”
“Something about beer pong.”
“Ah,” Eddie nodded, though he wasn’t sure if he believed that.
Chrissy had winked at him. And Chrissy had gotten Sienna to give him that dare. She was clearly doing something here.
But Chrissy wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into it, right? He didn’t trust Chrissy, but he didn’t believe Chrissy would be cruel to you.
Which meant… Chrissy must believe you would’ve been into that.
The realization hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.
“And anyway, you don’t have to apologize for the bruise,” you laughed, “I never got a dare myself, so I guess that’s my payment to the dare gods.”
“Oh, shit, yeah you didn’t,” he tilted his head to the side. “I mean, I guess it’s my turn next anyway…”
This was such a huge fucking mistake. He was basing this completely on Chrissy fucking Cunningham. But this all had to mean something, right???
Your eyes grew wide at him, “What?”
“You heard me. Truth or dare?”
“Game’s over, Eds.”
“Nun uh, I didn’t get my turn. Truth or dare, princess?”
You hesitated for a long moment, concerned, before: “… Truth.”
Eddie’s eyes softened. Truth was maybe the better choice anyway. He didn’t like the idea of forcing you to do something.
“Okay,” he replied. He thought for a moment, knowing he needed to phrase it right.
You, meanwhile, were picking viciously at your nails, as you watched him nervously.
He smiled and reached a hand out to stop your fidgeting: “Truth: What would you have done if we weren’t in front of a bunch of people for all that?”
You blinked at him, thrown off guard. You closed your mouth and looked down, “You’ll laugh at me.”
You said it so quiet he almost didn’t catch it.
“Y/N,” he fully took your hand in his now, “No way.”
“But—“
“Just try me, yeah? Besides, I could never laugh at royalty. I’d get my head chopped off.”
You huffed out a laugh, before biting your lip and considering your answer.
“‘What would I do if we weren’t in front of people for that?’” You repeated back.
Eddie nodded patiently.
You hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in and kissing him. So soft he almost wasn’t sure it happened.
You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, before he could grab you and pull you in close and keep you in close for the rest of fucking time.
So he reached out instead and kissed you again himself.
You kissed back, nervous yet so eager. Fuck he could kiss you forever. Your lips moved against his as he breathed you in, tasting like cherry candies and lip gloss and red punch and you. Fuck.
You pulled away eventually with a giggle, “Happy?”
“Oh, fucking immensely.”
You rolled your eyes with a massive smile and swatted at his thigh.
Eddie regarded you thoughtfully for a moment. You were glowing. Somehow, you were glowing because of him. Because of kissing him.
“Can I take you out?” He whispered, his hands not leaving you.
You nodded with a blush.
Eddie’s grin felt like it was going to split his face in half. He didn’t care. Let it.
You covered your face in your hand with a laugh, “Chrissy is going to freak.”
“You think?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s been working on this for months.”
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.
“Mhmm,” you sipped at your punch, “She swore up and down that you liked me back but I didn’t believe her.”
First off, he was shocked that Chrissy really, truly, actively wanted to set them up. It made sense after everything she’d done tonight, but it was almost impossible to imagine a popular kid purposefully trying to set another popular kid up with him of all people.
But more importantly, “Woah, woah. Months?? How long have you wanted to do that???”
You rolled your eyes, “Since forever, dummie.”
“Oh, Princess,” he scoffed, “That means we’ve got a lot of making up for lost time.”
“Yeah?” You giggled.
“Mhmm,” he grinned leaning in and kissing you again.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 👻👻👻
PS i havent actually watched the whole show so sorry for any inaccuracies
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KINKMAS 10 thor odison x male reader. a heated winter.
it was beyond, cold, all you had on were a couple shorts on, you love winter, the ginger beard, the amazing smell of pine and eggnog. but, also the snow and the ice, it was your favorite. you loved your blue eyed, handsome boyfriend, with a wonderful bread and thick long blond hair, he had the best biceps and amazing abs.
not only was thor, very hot, but he is super talented. you loved him all around, from his body to personality to his talents to his powers. you however with a very powerful wizard, with many tricks, spells and rituals.
according to thor, you were pretty,sexy and hot. thor loved you and he would always take care of you during time of sickness.
you saw thor, rubbing oil onto his biceps, you blushed. "like what you see" he said looking at you from a mirror near the bed, you blushed even harder. "flex" you whispered to thor, you got and hugged him, his body was so big almost like a tree. you gave him a kiss on his abs. he flexed you slowly licked his right bicep "tastes as good as ever"
you said chuckling.
"come here thor" you said with a smile, "put on this blindfold"
"Y/N what is this for? I feel like your planning something naughty." you chuckled you gave him a kiss. you snapped your fingers liting 4 candles around you, "walk with me thor, would you rather be on the bed or floor"
he said: "depends on what we are gonna do" "thats a surpise handsome"
"on the floor"
you lead him to the floor, he sat criss cross "relax" it was still very very cold, but you removed your shorts, along with your boxers. you slowly got ontop of beard slowly grinding aganist it. "fuck" you heard him groan. he tried taking off the blind but you did not let him, "untill you make me feel good enough you cannot remove the blindfold"
you felt him smile against your hole, "you taste amazing" you kept grinding harder, releasing louder moans, you could not explain how you felt with thor but you felt bliss and so much love. the candles were shining brighter. thor grabbed you tighter, planting kisses all over your insides.
you were close to your release, so you grinded, thor felt you shiver and decided to lick you clean, finally you moaned and came undone right on his tongune.
"love you so much baby"
you took off his blindfold you were too overwhelmed to do anything else, he set you onto the bed, slowly entering you again, he kissed your chest, slowly mouthing off with your nipples.
causing you to moan even louder. "fuck thor… your so warm" you say closing your eyes, thor loved having you so lewd, clearly he was yearning for this as you heard him whisper compliments.
you picked up his pace. he was close, you moaned, the candles got even brighter, a peak was coming. thor moaned giving your arms a kiss, he loved everything about you, he had a special kink regarding witches.
"think about all the spells youll conjure up with my cum ill give it to you"
he smirked, "lets see if you produce enough" you said smirking.
his pace quickened almost as if he accepted a challenge, you slowly started to whisper a spell tying the both of you together, "hold this red rope thor" he smiled, you saw a glisten of lust in his eyes, he went faster. he tied the rope around his wrist and you did the same. you both moaned loudly he whispered "I… fucking love….. you" the rope glowed as you both came and it felt almost as if you had experienced 4 orgasms at once.
"that was so fucking sexy" thor said. you kissed him again, "once im doing spreading this around you, can use it for whatever you wish" you smirked. thor slowly thrusted into you.
after a couple of minutes. he pulled out "thor… dont… stay inside"
"alright handsome, what about your dick" he said as he slowly pumped you. you were too flustered to speak.
THE end!
#send in concepts#smutty#smut#thor x reader#thor smut#thor the dark world#thor ragnarok#thor odinson#kinkmas#kinkmas 2023#male reader#thor x y/n#thor x you#thor x witch#thor odison x you#thor odison x Y/N
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🖌, 🕰, 👀 & 🍂 for the ask game 🫶
🖌️- Do you have/want any tattoos?
I dont have any, but I love the idea of tattoos and i get sick of seeing and feeling things being on my body really easily (like watches or like temp tattoos) so idk if its the best idea for me? I would probably only get something very abstract or something i really love.
Attached are the marble tattoos i would get on my arms and legs! Like i imagine black or gold marble along my shoulder and down, cutting off where there woukd be patchwork tattoos (like a mix of spencer agnews and anthony padillas)
Heres the link to my tattoo inspo board :3 - its among all of the other boards in that folder
I also know that once i get top surgery i want to put like, something cool on the new free real estate on my chest once it heals - like a cool feral dog or like stitches or something cool. To represent how fucking sick and badass being trans and getting top surgery is. And also being a furry i need like teeth or something feral looking on me (i wonder where i got my username from lol) ik someone on insta whos trans and he has these SICK tattoos like paw prints on the palm of his hands and some other rlly cool ones!! His name is Fox i think? Hes a huge inspo for me and my furry journey/trans journey for a while.
Also a tooth. Cuz fuck yeah
The future of having patchwork tattoos on my arms when i get money for it… it keeps me going. I cant wait to look fucking HOT esp w black ink cuz i find it super hot and more aesthetic on me.
I remember there was a self-love influencer and she had two tigers on her belly, and i loved the idea of that and to appreciate my stomach more.
. I also love the idea of having angel wing tattoos cause i used to always imagine having angel wings and wrapping them around me when i was scared or needed comfort. So they would represent that comfort. I also imagined them like, dragging on the ground behind me sometimes, like my wings were too big for my body. I imagined them as like gold and red and w like splashes of bright colours.
🕰️ - What time is it where you are rn?
Well its 6:01pm as i start to write this - lets see how long it takes for me to post it lol - checking in its 6:26pm - now its 6:35pm - 6:40pm abt to post
👀 - what colour are your eyes?
Brown, but golden in the sunlight! I have an old photo that i love when i was in British Colombia in the car and the sun was shining so perfectly and i got a picture of my golden eyes. Its such a beautiful picture i might just find it and post it here after i answer this <3 also reminds me of a photo i took of the mountains out the window that was literally a perfect screenshot of the beautiful moment. It makes me miss my old instagram where i used to only post aesthetic photos i took 😔probs gonna make my personal account do just that now 🫡
🍂-whats your favorite season?
Fall always! I love the season i was born in (i heard thats usually a proven thought) and even tho its moving into dead winter, it feels like new beginnings and a clean, fresh start because school used to start for me around then and its my bday in fall too so its like new school supplies? Presents? Money?? Amazing. This will surely change my life for the better! And all of this ruin and pain will fall behind me cuz i have new clean fresh pens and a new journal and a new schedule i know ill just drop after a month ! (Digital planners saved me sm omg)
But i also love every season and the poetry and meanings and atmospheres they bring. I always get so sad in the winter, but that sadness and pain being surrounded by so much joy and brightness and christmas lights and a hazy glow makes a good contrast for poetry and your own depression so 🤷 spring is new beginnings. The contrast between winter and spring and meaning new life and the dead rotting and turning into something that helps the fertilizer grow is such a strong concept for me. Summer being so hazy in the heat with heat lines coming off of the sidewalk, your ice cream melting onto the hot pavement, making it sizzle. The sadness that summer can bring too. The heat and fun and sun that everyone seems to be having while youre stuck inside or watching them through a haze of your own, you want to break the glass between you and the others but its just too thick, so you just slam on the glass, yelling, hoping that someone, anyone can hear you on the other side.
Back to fall - Now my bday just makes me sad 😔 whats funny is that it usually still feels like summer when its my bday, so its like im still in that hazy summer, preparing for the winter and dead leaves on the ground that are pronised every year.
From this ask game - get to know me! 💖
#ask game#thank you!#i love adding poetry into everything so enjoy#feral-teeth thoughts#writing#writing prompt#get to know me#feral teeth thoughts#about me#wallpaper inside my heart
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Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog
While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic
Oooh moon
DROLTA!!!!
This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants
Idk what the horses are doing
Oh is that the Messiah?
Drolta’s hair looks so good
She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun
Oh this poor lady
The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema
“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing
Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!
I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least
A deal?!?!?!
So you’re a stalker old man
It is a bit creepy
Tera has a lot to tell both these kids
What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one
How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?
I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around
YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS
Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to
“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER
SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it
“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now
Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit
“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE
I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong
Please don’t give into this Ritcher please
My son nooooooo
He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually
Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!
Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized
“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit
I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost
“There is light in this darkness”
Edouard voice coming in ;-;
Hi Olrox!
Why do they keep killing all the gay people?
It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak
“I’m not in love with you” damn ok
YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!
NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE
Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time
I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much
MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE
Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you
Hiiiiii Drolta <3
Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta
NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!
OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE
Oh Ritcher-
Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck
DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!
OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH
IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK
The old man is actually just pathetic ok
The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck
Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?
If Maria dies I will be distraut
HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!
THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!
THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!
LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor
“I half to live”
The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty
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I hit post limit but sure you can show me those dudes that remind you of me!
YESYESYES HAHA OKAY THERES TWO THAT REMIND ME OF YOU AND COINCIDENTALLY THEY HAPPEN TO BE IN MY TOP 3
also by the time i post this you should be frew of post limit
the blue one eith the headphones is the JAMMER and the purple one wi the shades is the NIGHTSHADE
they only appear during blackouts and they glow in e dark!!
the jammer, when they have headphones, has a cosmetic ability called "Diversion" where they headbang to really sick music coming from their headphones. you can listen to the song here
yhethe nightshade has too cosmetic abilities: Wear, where ey move their shades ro either over their eyes, and Stare where they do this (loud warning)
theyre both equivalents of eachother theyre like a pair. and they also are rhe blackout versions of the Fed and the Shade respectively
but where they REALLY remind me of.you are there VIP variants! occasionally when you become one, theres a 1/30 chance ypu get a special vip variant! this comes complete with a cool rainbow glow and in jammers case a vool new song and microphone, anf in nightshades case a fucking sweet boombox
ill put them under the cut though i couldnt find an animatipn of the jammer singing specifically. FLASHING LIGJTS WARNING KIND OF
so cool
theres also another goo that KINDA reminds me of you but not as much as the jammer and nightshade and thats the KAIJU
its a ggiant fucking lizard that has electricaly charged crystals comin out of its back though having some kind of electric poerr would make this guy so much more unique in cool. tangent here i think more gootraxiams should have unique attacking abilities its all just grab and attack like look at fuckimg mochi im sorry but thwres nothing special abo mochi its just a brown dragon thing. give it some uniwue ability i am literally begging
it reminds me of you because i associate yoh with crystals and electricity!!! especially red crystals but these are blue so
thank you for listening to my insane ramblimg
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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons
Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.
A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.
WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL
Draco
So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.
And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.
Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.
Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig
You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?
Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?
But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.
“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”
“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!
Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.
He eventually gets it done tho.
And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.
Harry
So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.
You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.
Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.
So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.
That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.
“Harry..I’m late.”
“Late for what?” headass.
You: 😳😐
Him: 👁👁😲😲
He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.
“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“
“Love...Its going to be perfect”
Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.
And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.
Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE
But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.
Ron
Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.
He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.
So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.
It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.
And of course Molly knows
Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.
She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.
“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”
You’re just standing there like🧍🏻
“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.
“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”
Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.
The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.
That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.
“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.
“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”
“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”
He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.
So you get up and go to Ginny.
“Gin, I broke him.”
“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”
“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”
You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.
Ginny was right, he needed a minute.
“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”
“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”
“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.
Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.
Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.
Even if it looks like a death trap.
“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”
You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.
To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.
Scary. But beautiful.
He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.
Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.
Neville
Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.
You think about it, then move on with your day.
Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”
Romance Neville bf
“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”
“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT
But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.
“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.
Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.
“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”
“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”
“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“
He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.
Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.
“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”
“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”
He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.
You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.
Fred
You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.
Well...your body decided not to wait.
A test provides the two lines, another wild child.
The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.
I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.
But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.
“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”
Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐
He’s happy tho.
Like over the fuckin moon.
He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺
He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.
But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.
He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.
Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.
Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)
George
You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.
Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.
You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.
But to your surprise he starts to smile.
“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”
“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.
You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.
Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.
He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.
He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.
“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”
“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”
He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“
He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.
You come back to a new set up including a cot.
Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭
He freaks when your water breaks lol
ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.
He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.
You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.
“George I’d like to hold-“
“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”
Hogging the child.
Cedric
Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.
And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.
However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.
A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??
So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.
Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.
Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.
You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.
As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.
“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”
“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.
Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.
“Ced, where are we?”
“Home.”
Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.
He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.
“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”
Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.
He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.
He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.
He updates you on everything.
If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.
I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.
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Make love to me - Taehyung imagine (M)
A/N: Hallo lieverds. It’s been awhile since I posted something. It’s been a tough year since last summer and everything just changed after I to had to let go of my dog Brammetje after a sick bed. In the end you find out,already do knowing how much you love that little soul and that he held you together and kept you sane. Knowing that it will break your heart when you kiss his little nose one last time as he crosses the rainbow bridge.
but I hope with writing again I’ll find myself a little more and more. It’s thanks to @taeandpuppies patience and understanding that I managed to write something and so this one has been dedicated to her. This doesn’t mean my requests are open yet, as I only get to write when my mind allows it to.
This contains love, kissing, making out, oral and sex.
Enjoy ~
‘‘Y/N?’‘
You just hummed, putting the last laundry away after you folded them, thinking back to the delicious dinner Taehyung made you, surprising you full out not thinking he would make your favourite stew. Then again, Taehyung was always full of suprises.
‘‘Y/N?’‘ He tried again, this time bumping his hips against your side making sure he got your attention.
‘‘Do you want to make love?’‘
This had your attention immediately, wipping your head to the side to look him in the face and what you saw was blinking eyes, arms wrapped over his chest as he seemed to patiently wait for your answer. You blinked too, not finding words as you didnt really know what to answer because well you were sure you both knew the answer to that. ‘’Um, well yeah?’’
Taehyung huffed and dropped his arms at his side and shook his head with a chuckle. ‘’Ah. that doesnt really sound convincing.’’ and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘’I was just thinking about it. You sit down and I will clean it up here.’’ he mumbled against your lips as he placed a quick kiss on them and you felt his warmth dissapear. This left you stuttering. Ever since he asked you that question, images automatically flooded your mind and with that you could surely feel you wanted him now. Honestly.. you always wanted him and you were pretty sure he knew that too but what just occured left you so confused that you turned around and snatched the towel of the bed, he was neatly folding and grabbed onto both his arms.
‘‘Hey! I was folding that baby!’‘ Taehyung whined, a pout sitting on his lips. ‘‘No, no. Ask me again.’‘
‘‘Ask what again, babe?’‘
‘‘You know..’‘ you trailed off, ears slowly blossoming red. ‘‘The making love..’‘
Taehyung clicked his tongue and nodded and raised an eyebrow in amusement. His hand settled down into your hair, curling a strand around his finger ‘’Let me reprase it, if that’s okay with you?’’ without one breath you exhaled out a yes, feeling his biceps move under your arm. ‘’
‘‘What do you think about when you think of me making love to you? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me.’‘
This time, your breath hitched in your throat and unknowingly stepped closer to the man infront of you, the man who now placed his free hand just above your buttcheeks, feeling yourself throbbing already.
Eventhough your heart was raising and your whole body flushing at the idea you held eye contact with the man gazing at you intently. ‘’I picture you sitting me down on the bed.’’ Taehyung hummed. ‘’And how? ‘’
‘‘W-what?’‘
‘‘How would I sit you down on the bed?’‘ Taehyung tilted his head to the side with a smug smile on his face. ‘’Show me.’’
You looked at him, he looked back and maybe it was the way he was looking at you. As if he knew you wouldn’t do it, would only stutter however he should have known you were someone that liked to prove people wrong and so you fingers clamped onto the waistband of his shorts, bringing him in closer. ‘’You know..’’ you began, grabbing his chin between your fingers. ‘’I will show you.’’
Letting go of his waistband, you tapped his lips and pushed against his shoulder gently to sit him down on the edge of the bed, followed by you wrapping your arms around his neck and your waist beside his hips, wandering your hands through his hair, ‘’Like this.’’ your voice was low, holding eye contact.
The lighting in the bathroom set up a romantic vibe, the soft orange glowing in the corner near the window as you could see the leaves moving on the ryhtym of the rain as you felt his lips on your neck, placing open mouthed kisses.
‘‘As always, you taste delicious. ‘‘ Taehyung grinned when you pulled him back, the kisses getting you going a little too fast. You huffed at that with a smile, grasping onto his cheeks and capturing his lips. A passionate kiss was shared, your legs trembling around his waist as you slowly grinded down onto him while you moaned into his mouth and Taehyung answered with a low groan.
‘‘W-wait.’‘ He stuttered when you pressed yourself onto him more and more causing Taehyung to almost fall down on the bed. Also what you intended but he stopped you by pressing a hand against your chest. Tilting your head to the side in confusion you sat more up right not being able to hold back a pout while trying to catch your breath, both of you were.
‘‘y/n..’‘ A chuckle was heard through the room, pulling you back into his embrace. ‘‘Don’t pout on me. I just want to take it slow, thats all.’‘ and comforted you by running his hands up and down your back. You answered him back by burying your face in the croock of his neck, lips puckering against his skin.
The dark felt somehow strangely private, not as scary as you always thought it was while gazing out the window again taking in the feel of the man holding you. You always felt safe whenever you were with him, feeling like no harm could come to you. ‘’Hands up.’’ came his words and you did what he asked you. Sitting more upright again, you held your arms high so he could take off your shirt, pecking your lips once it was off and flung it somewhere in the room.
This time his hands traveled towards your chest, his eyes zero’ing in on your purple bra, laces of flowers embracing your beautiful curves. To him, you were magical, to him you were not human but someone from outer space. The cute childlike eyes that he always gazed in especially when they changed to a more mischevious look had him twitching in his sweatpants. The combination of those two..
‘‘Tae.’‘ You whined, your hands searching for his and once you felt his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, you grasped onto them moving them towards the clasp of your bra. ‘‘Please.’‘ His fingers ghosted over your skin and you shivered yet Taehyung let out a small chuckle thinking how you most likely forgot what he told you mere minutes ago but he decided not to say anything and unclasped the purple bra. Sighing out in relief when you felt the bra loosen, you kissed his cheek, his eyelid back to his nose and to his lips. Taehyung however slowly removed the bra straps down your arm while basking in your kisses.
Once the bra too was somewhere thrown in the room, he didnt hesitate a moment to cup your breasts into his palms, gently kneeding the flesh, listening attently to your breathing how it picked up, how you dropped your head onto his shoulder, your hands clutching his shirt and thats when you breathed out ‘’W-why are you still wearing a shirt.. It has to go.’’ His breath hitched when you pushed up the hem of his black shirt, black fabric make the golden skin even more bronze. Your fingertips grazed his nipples and his breath hitched again, more noticable this time. The loss of his fingers playing with your own nipples as he had to lift up his arms in order to take his shirt off caused to better thinking and you knew what you wanted to do next.
Slipping off his thighs you crouched down, grasping his knees as you crawled between them when he spread and tugged at the waisband of his black boxers. Taehyung lifted his hips helpfully, his body seeming to move on auto pilot. You slid your fingers up his thighs once his boxers were off, eyes zooming on his cock that stood proudly up against his abdomen, waiting to be touched. The further you got to his inner thigh, the more harder he became. So far for wanting to go slow, his body clearly told him something else.
You liked the way he started to leak more pre cum once you grasped him into your palm, his hips jerking forwards, a silent ‘fuck’ leaving his mouth. He watched you, eyes fully focused on your hand. Thumb rubbing slowly over the tip the way you knew he liked very much so, Taehyung threw his head back with his eyes shut, fisting the sheets.
You didnt waste any moment and leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, further down your throat, tongue circeling around his grith while your hand pumped what you couldnt reach with your mouth. Hearing his gasp, your own heat started to throb more and more, begging for some relief as you felt your own panties dampening by the second but right now it was pleasuring your man who’s chest heaved up and down faster by the second, his fingers searching for something to hold onto, you knew he liked to have his hands in your hair but he didnt want to hurt you so he desperately searched and you knew the sheets weren’t enough so you slipped up the bed, eyes watching his face, searching for his hand and when you felt his fingers you turned his hand around and interwined your fingers together, letting him tug. His lower lip was caught between his teeth and when his eyes met yours a muscle in his jaw jumped.
You knew he was close, tasting more and more precum on your tongue. You were never really fond of swallowing cum or tasting for that matter however that was until Taehyung entered your life, his moans of your name when you didnt stop blowing him when he was about to come and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth was something incredibly hot to you and so you bobbed your head up and down in a slow rythym, focusing on making him cum.
Taehyung’s eyes were shut again, mouth fallen open and his eyes shut, lashes fluttering, his head lulling from side to side. ‘’I’m so close.’’ it seemed his whisper into the dark room, your glasped hands he brought up to his mouth and grazed his teeth onto your skin. With one last tug on his cock as you swallowed around him he gasped loudly this time biting down as he came down your throat.
You felt his thighs trembling, as you swallowed as much as you could, your free hand caressing the trembling limp and let his member fall out of your mouth once you felt him soften his hips jerking away from overstimulation.
Climbing on the bed, throwing your legs around his waist, your stroked his cheek, smiling down when you noticed his content smile on his face. His eyes fluttered open, kissing your intertwined hands especially on the bite marks he left but you didnt mind, it didnt hurt however Taehyung didnt seem to take his time, his mouth instantly on yours, letting your hand fall to your side as he cupped the back of your head.
Lips were growing more pliant, ravishing your mouth slowly, tenderly, angling your head to the side as you licked his lips, Taehyung answered within a heartbeat and let your tongue press into his mouth with a growl. You didnt know how long you two kissed but once he pulled away, leaving you to whine and chase after his lips you saw how red his were, wet, slick and swollen.
You also noticed how he was pressing against your clothed core and you slowly rocked into his lap needing to feel some friction yet Taehyung wasnt having any of it and rolled you over to the matress, him hovering over you with a smirk.
This time it was you that your breath got stuck in your throat, your dark orbs looking into his own while his fingers wandered down from your neck, down the valley of your breast, circling your belly button to the hem of your panties. ‘’You know.’’ He began, his voice an octave lower, bending his head down until it was right beside your ear ‘’I can smell you from here.’’
You whimpered, thighs rubbing together ‘’And you smell devine.’’ He took in a deep breath, lips finding its place on your neck while he dipped into your purple panties that were just damp from your arousal and you couldnt help but blush once you heard the obvious sounds of how wet you were when he touched your slit. ‘’Oh my.. I knew you were wet but this wet..’’ Taehyung chuckled lowly, kissing down your neck, pressing his tongue just below your ear.
‘‘Taehyung..’‘ Your voice trembled, wrapping your fingers around his wrist pressing his hand against your core. ‘‘What do you want me to do. How do you want me to make love to you, y/n?’‘ He lifted his head up, other hand once again settling down ontop of your left breast as his gaze focused on you.
This man was way too gorgeous for his own good, just looking at his face, his red lips, dilated pupils and messy hair had you throbbing and you knew Taehyung definitely felt that one, him not hesitating to sink in one digit down your heat, and slowly moved his wrist, slipping in and out of you before he followed with one finger more. Your walls clenched around his finger, legs kicking up while you bit your lip trying not to cry out. ‘’Tell me, y/n. Please.’’
Face hot, abdomen muscles clenching, fingers digging into his arms you moan his name loud and clear when he begs you to say something, needs to hear you say it before he starts what he craves. He is a little impatient, he knows that but he promised to himself to go slow and so eventhough he begs you, he waits while slowly pumping his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing softly your clit.
‘‘I..’‘ You start, closing your eyes shut, rolling your neck from side to side as your legs tremble. ‘‘Yes.. say it, let me know.’‘ Taehyung cups your chin, tapping your lips as he slides in his thumb, pressing down on your tongue before sliding out.
‘‘I want.. ‘‘
‘‘Yes.’‘
‘‘Your mouth.’‘
‘‘Where, sweetheart. Where do you want my mouth?’‘
‘‘Taehyung, please.’‘ Taehyung nudges your throat with his nose, sliding his fingers out as he traces his path downward with his lips until he is face to face with your clothed core and he cant help himself but to take a whiff. ‘‘Devine.’‘ he mumbles more to himself before he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slide them down your hips, while grazing the bare skin of your inner thighs with his knuckles.
Spreading your legs fare enough to lay between them, he winks up to you and bite his lips with a teasing eyebrow raised and laps up your arousal from your slit. This has your tighs immediately closing around his head but he tuts against your core, hands finding its home on your thighs as he holds them. ‘’Let me make you feel good. ‘’ The vibration of his voice causes your hips to stutter, butt lifting from the matress, almost grinding against his lips. ‘’It’s okay. I’ve got you.’’
Teeth find your bundle of nerves, and rolls them between them, tongue carefully flicking against it, his grip on your legs thightening when he feels them tremble. He sucks, lips covering your mound as he crawl closer to let go of your thighs to settle them on your buttcheeks and lift them up from the matress now being able to suck you a little more deeper.
He notices how his fingers are close enough to your lowerlips to spread them open and he does, sinking his tongue down into your heat and you let out a scream, hips bucking into him, legs shaking in the air.
‘‘Taehyung.’‘ You stutter, gripping the pillow behind you as you feel your release building up, your body feels hot, too hot. Your cheeks burn from pleasure, your mouth falling open as you feel how he never stop pleasuring you, his nose rubbing your clit, tongue licking your inner walls and with one last stutter of your hips, you cum. You feel your body tensing before it lets go completely and you find Taehyung’s bicep.
He laps you up, licking up your arousal with a grin on his face and crawls towards you, letting his body rest ontop of yours. ‘’How was that?’’
You just watch him with a tired but satisfied smile on your face. ‘’As usual. That was amazing.’’ you manage to get out and cant help but to giggle as his grin grows wider. ‘’I love you.’’ Taehyung mutters, wiping the hair that sticks to your skin from your forehead and leans up to peck your lips. While he leans up to kiss you, you both moan as you feel his hardness press against your core.
He looks at you, licks your lips and both close your eyes as you open up for him, this time its his tongue that kisses yours, grinding his cock against your slick heat. Moans tumble out and he does not wait, his hands lay flat against your slick heat, moving up and down until he grips his hard cock and pumps it a few times making sure your arousal lays on his member as lube and guides himself towards you core. Once he feels the tip slipping past your lower lips, he lets go, settling his hand down beside you and he moves his hips forward, falling deeper and deeper into your heat until his hips meet yours.
Your own arms lay around his neck while he taps your thigh and you wrap your legs around his waist and apparently that movement has him sinking in that one last inch, now being fully settled in.
He buries his face in the croock of your neck and slowly pulls his hips back to only move it tenderly slow forward again. ‘’You feel out of this world.’’ Taehyung’s own voice trembles, fingers touching the back of your neck featherlight. He strokes your scar, rocking his hips slowly into you, grunting out your name over and over. The sensation of his cock tickling down your walls, his fingers caressing your scar as he keeps his eyes on you once he takes one sharp thrust where you dig your fingers into his shoulderblades. ‘’Look at me. Look at me when I make love to you. Does it feel good?’’
‘‘Yes! It feels so so good!’‘ Your tongue doesnt hesitate to let those words fall from your mouth while trying to remain eye contact with your boyfriend.
‘‘It feels too good. Taehyung, please.’‘ You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re feeling. His rocks his hips a little faster, in and out of you, taking bliss into the wet sounds he hears from your arousal. He feels how your arousal drips down his member and he breaks the eye contact for his own pleasure as he sits back and lift you up, you’re now seated in his lap, his arms caging you against him.
The way he sits still in your heat, has you clenching around him your body asking for his thrusts and his body instantely responses, bucking his hips up into you and Taehyung throws his head back in pleasure, a loud grunt bouncing off the walls and you are following suit with a whimper slipping past.
‘‘You gotta help me, princess.’‘ His jaw clenches as he grabs your waist and begins to buck up his hips, hitting your spot over and over again and sink down onto him when he thrusts up.
‘‘Yes, just like that beautiful. Just like that.’‘
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and fight against falling over, feeling no strength at all but Taehyung has a tight grip onto you, and you see how his eyes are focused on how his cock slips in and out your heat while he bites his lip, a layer of sweat both coating your bodies.
‘‘Taehyung..’‘
He hums.
‘‘Taehyung.. ‘‘ You try again, desperately fighting against your orgasm as you only want to let go when you have his eyes locked on you. And he doesnt make it any easier when he starts to rub your clit soothingly, never stopping the ryhtym of his hips until you start to clench harder down on him and he knows, he knows and snaps his face up to you when he hears his name loud and clear.
Your expressions tells him everything, the way your eyebrows are scrunched together, your mouth falling open while deseperately gazing into his warm eyes has his own hips stuttering. ‘’I know. I got you, babe.’’
And you do, your vision blurs. sounds fade away as you let go, release bursting through your body, your walls clamping down on his cock in a tight grip and you drool, you cant help but drool when your release feels like an enternity and Taehyung.. Taehyung cries out a loud loud moan and you collapse against him with a tired laugh, not believing how good you are feeling. He catches you and lays you down on your back and he follows, resting his body ontop of yours as he takes a few minutes to come down from his high. One hand plays with his hair, other hand strokes up and down his back while placing pecks all over his face.
‘‘I love you too, Tae. More than I ever can explain.’‘
resting his cheek against your belly, you catch a content smile on his face. He is silent, wanting to bask in your warmth before he slides out of your heat and rolls off of you and lays down beside you. ‘’Hmm. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You are literally my home.’’ and with that he plants a loving wet kiss against your lips, and cages you into his arms, your back to his stomach.
‘‘Should we shower?’‘ You ask after a few minutes.
‘‘Yes, yes we should.’‘
Yet the two of you dont move, enjoying the peaceful stillness of the night while listening how your hearts slowly beat to a softer pace.
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❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – sending them the wrong text
⌜ mark ⌟
mark watches from the corner of his eye as you tap at the screen of your phone, a shy smile present on your face. he's waving his hand side to side, trying to get your attention, only to pout when he fails to. he perks up the moment his phone dings, opening it to see multiple messages from you.
[11:45] you sent a message.
i think the sun's starting to get to me
[11:45] you sent a message.
the more i look at him the more he shines
[11:46] you sent a message.
nvm that I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM
[11:46] you sent a message.
did you see him smile when he saw watermelon? the smile he had while eating them :((
[11:46] you sent a message.
and not to be nsfw but the more i look at him,,, the hotter he looks??? is that even possible????
[11:46] you sent a message.
he was so small so cute when we first met in 5th grade
[11:47] you sent a message.
fuck i think im in love with him i think im in love with mark
[11:48] you sent a message.
i think im in love with my bestfriend
he started off confused, eyes flitting from the first of your texts, slowly dragging themselves to the end. his small pout slowly turns into a smile, to a full blown grin when they finally reach the last of them, when they finally reach his name.
"holy." mark started off with mumbles, his head turning from you to his phone so fast he might get whiplash. "she- she's in love with me.." the farther he gets through his sentence, the louder he becomes, catching not only peoples attention, but also yours. "she's freaking in love with me!"
your furrowed eyebrows is the first thing he sees, running across the pool and straight to you, barreling into you and accidentally sending the both of you into the water. you're both spluttering when you break through the water's surface, your face an expression of disbelief while his is of pure joy.
he doesn't regret pulling you down with him, sealing your lips in an underwater kiss that tastes of watermelon and grape ice cream.
⌜ renjun ⌟
the soft glow of your phone disturbs renjun. the only source of light in the otherwise dark theater room, playing the movie you begged him to watch with you. he's rolling his eyes in annoyance, still gripping the half finished popcorn, hands coming back and forth from his mouth towards the salty snack.
soon after, the soft tapping of your fingers against the screen takes his interest off the movie. renjun's eyes sneak a peak, slightly leaning his body against his head rest so he could take a better look at what has your full interest.
[19:06] you sent a message.
leee jenooo
[19:07] you sent a message.
as cheesy as it sounds,,, the movie's right in front of me but the one view i want to see is him
[19:07] you sent a message.
i know its stupid to say but i just feel...happy whenever im around him
[19:07] you sent a message.
it doesnt matter where we are it freaking doesnt matter what we're doing and it FREAKING DOESNT MATTER WHO'S THERE WITH US
[19:08] you sent a message.
all i know is that when im with him im happy
[19:08] you sent a message.
it doesnt matter if it's all gray and blue hes the splash of color and thats all i need..
[19:09] you sent a message.
im all soft for him like this,, i just wish i could tell him 🙃
the slight ringing in his ears should worry him, along with the excessive warmth that's suddenly spreading through his body, face, and ears. the slight twitch of his fingers should too, as if his body is reacting in a way only you can make him, as if it's finally accepting the pull.
the clearing of his throat startles you, making you instinctively hide your phone in the corner of your seat. your eyes zoom in on his reddening face, leaning in closer to make sure, amidst all the darkness. "renjun? what's wrong?" pressing the palm of your hand to his burning forehead. "do you have a fever? junnie, you should've told me."
renjun's still stubbornly looking at the screen, taking a deep breath and doing a countdown before he takes your hand in his, intertwining the two as your eyebrows furrow.
he starts leaning in, coming closer and closer to your face that it makes you lean back in your seat, trying to look away from his face. "i think this isn't a good date," he whispers, "how about we go on an official one tomorrow?"
the wide cinema screen is the audience to the scene renjun puts on, leaving a peck at the edge of your lips as shy smile spreads on his.
⌜ jeno ⌟
[09:08] you sent a message.
i love it when jeno smiles
[09:08] you sent a message.
i mean :: have you seen his smile? those pretty cresent moon eye smiles that's just so freaking cute it makes me want to kiss him all over
[09:09] you sent a message.
and not be weird or anything,,, but his height is perfect. imagine running into his arms and just being all warm because we all know jeno gives the best hugs 😫
[09:09] you sent a message.
is it weird to think about hugging and snuggling with your best friend? to think about how pretty his smile is and how you want to kiss away his cute pout?
[09:10] you sent a message.
yes? no? mark, i think i'm in too deep here..
the minute jeno reads your texts, he's out the door. he doesn't care about the thunderstorm going on outside, he doesn't listen to his member's shouts about bringing an umbrella. all that's running around his mind is you. all he can think about is how he desperately wants to hug you in his arms, so tightly he knows you're going to start to whine. all he wants to do is to kiss you. after 5 years of pinning over you, he finally has the chance to.
he's met with water the moment he runs out in the rain, not caring about the thunder and wind that's pelting down his body. he's soaking wet when he reaches your front door, drenched in water as he knocks and is met with your cutely confused face.
"lee jeno!" your eyes are as wide as saucers, quickly starting to tug him inside when you see his condition. "what are you doing you idiot?! you could get sick!"
he doesn't give you much time to talk (or to start hitting him for being stupid) when he puts his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss, the atmosphere reminding him of two lovers running through the rain to see each other in movies.
the cold and fever he gets the next day is worth it, especially with your cuddles and chicken soup to get him through the day.
⌜ haechan ⌟
[07:10] you sent a message.
i may be in love with donghyuck
[07:11] you sent a message.
i think he's just the most sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile and laugh
[07:11] you sent a message.
the one who brights up my day (ironically), my full sun
[07:12] you sent a message.
but love is such a fickle thing <3
he wouldn't notice at first, too busy goofing off with chenle and mark, until jeno points out his phone buzzing and lighting up with notifications. the biggest smile would light up his face, so bright and wide, and he just freezes in his place, not even moving or looking away from his phone that it makes the others worry.
starts jumping and squealing, shoving his phone into the other's faces to show off your text when he finally breaks out of his stupor, heart beating so fast renjun tries to make him take deep breaths before he passes out.
doesn't care when his members tell him to carry out with caution, that it could be one of your usual pranks. all he can see is you and him, going on dates and cuddling. after all, it isn't every day your bestfriend (whom you have feelings towards) since diapers confesses.
[07:44] haechan sent a message.
so you have a crush on me😏
[07:44] haechan sent a message.
i'm not surprised, i AM a natural charmer
[07:45] you sent a message.
WHAT
[07:45] you sent a message.
HOW THOU FRICK
[07:46] you sent a message.
wrong message wrong person sorry haha
[07:47] haechan sent a message.
"i am in love with donghyuck."
[07:47] haechan sent a message.
"sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile."
[07:49] you sent a message.
i MAY be in love. MAY. not AM you narcissistic freak
[07:50] haechan sent a message.
i MAY be in love with you too
ends up taking you to the carnival for your first date, winning you stuffed animals and dragging you on rollercoaster after rollercoaster (definitely not because he likes the way you wrap around him whenever you get scared), finishes the day with a photobooth and a kiss on the ferris wheel.
⌜ jaemin ⌟
the coffee shop is relatively bustling, people going in and out the moment they receive their orders, or stay inside to enjoy their cup of coffee. you and jaemin being the latter, both your perspective orders on the brown wooden desk, along side your thick biology books.
your book has been untouched for the last hour, notes and highlighters thrown onto it as you tap at your phone, eyes flitting from the screen to jaemin's face every few moments.
[07:22] you sent a message.
we're currently studying biology
[07:23] you sent a message.
oh welp im lying,, he's learning biology and i'm relearning all my favorite things about him
[07:23] you sent a message.
that was so cheesy- ive been spending way too much time with nana 🤧
[07:23] you sent a message.
he's mumbling something about adjectives to explain biology
[07:24] you sent a message.
the one three adjectives i can explain is him
[07:24] you sent a message.
focused, motivated, oh and most definitely cute
you don't seem to notice jaemin's eyes on you, a coy smile on his lips as he checks his nonstop buzzing phone, slightly giggling at how you seem to not notice you've sent your texts to the wrong person.
"if I had to choose between DNA and RNA, i’d choose RNA because it has u in it.” his sudden voice startles you, making you yelp and raise your head to look at him in bewilderment. "we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.”
"excuse me, na jaemin." throwing a raised eyebrow at him along with a sarcastic chuckle. "but i don't understand smart talk."
"you must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen away from my lungs straight to my heart.” the coy smile he sends you doesn't solve anything, and it takes you moments until you finally start to catch on to his quips.
"DNA spelled backward is AND, as in… me AND you"
jaemin's blinking, breaking into a laugh that shakes the table just enough to spill some of his coffee onto his notes. an excited grin breaks out on your face, butterflies flying in your tummy as his eyes glaze over with a sudden emotion.
"my sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me i love you."
⌜ chenle ⌟
5 minutes to his last buzzer and chenle's looking for you in the bleachers. his eyes are searching through the crowds of people, trying to find you in his signature red and white jersey, only to pout and huff when all he sees is unknown people waving at him, perking up seconds later when his phone vibrates.
[15:30] you sent a message.
look at him down there!
[15:30] you sent a message.
he looks like a freaking super star
[15:30] you sent a message.
hes THE ace,,, hes MY ace ohmygod :((
[15:31] you sent a message.
i just want him to know that whatever happens hes a winner in my heart yaknow??? not as if hes gonna lose i mean my chenle is the best one out there!!!!
[15:32] you sent a message.
pray for me bcs if he does win im gonna give him a big fat smooch :)
the coach calls for him before he has time to process your message, casually dragging him to play for his last round. his eyes are flitting from the score board, with a big red 60 vs 60 displayed, to the hoards of people. his eyes land on your for a second, the moment enough for you to send him a victory smile and thumbs up.
it's only in the last seconds when he scores the winning goal for his team does he celebrate, running away from the sports ground and leaving his confused team behind as he purposely looks for you. it's when you crash into his arms does he lift you into them, pressing a disorienting kiss onto your lips, with his teams roaring cheers as the background.
"i'm your chenle, i'm your ace!" it takes a minute for you to process his words, clicking two and two together before your jaw goes slack and an embarrased groan escapes from your lips. chenle grins when you bury your face in his chest, shaking you in his arms with all his added excitement. "can i have another kiss?" he peeps down to take a look at you, sending a bashful smile.
⌜ jisung ⌟
"park jisung this isn't funny!" you're sprinting down the stairs, a fair distance away from jisung who's already reached your kitchen, running for his life with your phone in his hand. "give me my phone back! jisung, i swear to god!"
the big laugh that erupts from jisung only gets to you even more, trying to run even faster after your neighbor whom you have had a crush for since childhood. all the while jisung is having the time of his life, running to your living room and cramping his lanky body into the first place he thinks of hiding, wedged between two sofas.
jisung's putting in your password, his birthday, and he's opening the message you've just received from renjun, reading your most recent chat with the chinese boy.
[14:09] you sent a message.
i dont know jun...
[14:09] you sent a message.
what if me confessing only makes us awkward?
[14:10] you sent a message.
i dont care if he rejects me, its jisung we're talking about here! he wouldn't hurt a fly! i dont think he'd break my heart that much..
[14:10] you sent a message.
i dont want 10 years of our friendship to go down the pipe just because of some stupid crush i have towards him
[14:11] you sent a message.
what am i going to do jun?
it takes jisung a moment to read between your texts and another minute to process that the boy you have a crush on, is in fact, him. the more he thinks about it, the more jisung regrets being a slow poke because the moment he finished, you're bounding in between the sofas and taking your phone from him.
there's a moment of silence, of you staring at the phone now in your hand and of jisung staring at his feet, shuffling and pouting his lips.
"jisung, i like you."
"i would never break your heart."
it's the day you became both jisung's bestfriend and lover, with him taking you on a date to the park later in the afternoon.
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The ones we leave behind (platonic!Hank MCcoy x reader)
Okay so this is my first EVER fic... okee
Summary: Y/N basically has the same powers as wanda maximoff. She was part of the original Xmen (first class). At there time she is only 14 while they were all like 17-18(i tried to research their age but it was really confusing). Umm... this will take place during days of future past a short while before Logan comes and i will kinda be bending time and shortening thew length between events.. idk
Warnings?: idk angst? language?
Y/n sighed. She could take the silence most nights but something about tonight was different. Its not like sleep came easy to her, she had always struggled with sleep. She was was sleeping in Raven’s old room, wrapped in one of Alex’s old shirts that fit her like a night gown. Growing up on the streets, Y/n learned that it was better to stay awake at night in order to avoid getting hurt. Eventually her eyelids drooped and she was pulled into a very light sleep.
The nukes were charging at them full speed. Y/n stared in horror as they got closer and closer. It wasn’t the kind of problem you could run from, hell even if it was, her feet were stuck to the floor. She was quickly pulled out of her daze by the feeling of being pushed backwards. She looked up to see that Raven, Sean, Hank and Alex now surrounded her. They all had seen her there, crumpled on the ground, her battery had been drained from the battle and they dove in front of her.
Y/n jolted wake again. Drenched in sweat. Whenever she closed her eyes she was haunted by that beach. The feeling of death looking down on all of them, ready to strike. She looked at the portrait of them on her bedside table, their smiling faces serving as a reminder of the hole they left behind them. She couldn’t take it any more.
Cold air hit her face as she wandered onto the grounds. What had once been a beautiful garden was now a desolate weed infested patch of land.She felt a tear roll down her cheek, nothing had been the same after Cuba. Raven, Sean, and Alex were all gone. And Charles.... Charles couldn’t even look her in the eye. To be honest, she was almost disgusted by him. The man who had been her father figure to her was gone. Replaced by an empty shell of an addict. She was still young but she could see the ruin that had become of him.
“Hey,”
It was Hank, the only person she had left nowadays.
“Hey yourself”
“Did it happen again?”
“Yeah...”
Hanks face contorted with concern. The poor kid, he had always seen her as like a little sister... They all had. She was only 13 in Cuba. She was only 13 when her life nearly ended. They had all stepped in front of her that day, Haank didn’t know where they were tonight, but he could speak with confidence that they would all do it again in a heart beat.
“How bad?”
“The normal, you know..” Her voice trailed off before she took a deep breath to recollect herself.”I was on the beach again and I couldn’t move. But this time i was alone. I was the only one on that beach and the nukes got to me. and.. and I couldn’t move!” She choked on her words, finally collapsing into Hank’s her brothers arms.
They sat there for a while. Hank stroked her back and whispered calming words into her hair that they both knew were lies.
Finally she sat up. Hank gulped, he already knew what she was about to ask. It never changed.
Drying her eyes she looked up at Hank with those big eyes he could never say no to and asked those damned words “Any new news?”Hank could almost say it with her at this point.
He shook his head.
“FUCK!”
Hank looked down in suprise. It had been over a year and the girl had never broken down. What he saw when he looked down broke his heart even more. He saw a broken girl, almost completley different from the young teen he had met a few years ago.
“FUCK! Ugh!”
An old flower pot lifted into the air and smashed against a wall a few feet away from their heads as she continued to scream. It had been so long since had seen her use her power, he was in awe all over again.
“shit!shit! shit! GODAMMIT!”
Another pot hit the wall.
“Hey! Y/n stop! Y/n/n hey.”
Hank pulled her into his chest while she writhed, trying to break free.
“Shhh.. y/n/n. Its okay. calm down-”
“NO!”
She finally broke free sending Hank (and several pots) flying into the wall.
“NO! I’m sick of pretending like its okay!”
“Y/n-”
“Pretending like they are all out there living their normal lives! Pretending like they didn’t just disapear!”
“Y/n/n”
“You think that I don’t see the way he (*Charles*) is practically gone at this point!? How he never even comes out of his room?! How YOU scurry around fufilling every one of his orders! Providing him with that... that... THAT DRUG thats DESTROYING him! Destroying us!”
Y/n was in the air now, red vines of light surrounded her and her eyes went form their normal y/e/c to a glowing ruby red. Tears were streaming down her face at a rapid pace and the old shirt billowed in the cool night wind. Hank watched in horror and despair as the little girl he had once knew broke into a million peices before his eyes.
“You know every night I try to reach out to them...” She faltered, sinking a little closer to the ground. Finally she was able to choke out the rest of her sentence, “ Alex and Sean”
“And do you know what I hear every time?” She was barely whispering.
Hank leaned foward, hanging onto every word that came out of the broken girls mouth.
“screams”
“oh god...” Hank’s stomache dropped
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I kinda hate this ending but idk how else to end it sorry. :(
#hank mccoy#hank mccoy x reader#platonic!hank mccoy x reader#x men fanfiction#alex summers x reader#alex summers#sean cassidy#havok#beast#banshee
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1.english is not my first language so sorry if something sounds strange. I realized that the requests are open and I would love it if u wrote something with the feitan pls. maybe a headcanon of him dealing with a very affable s / n (?) kkk i can't explain but like he is disturbed because she is accepting very well the fact that she was kidnapped and now she is forced to fall in love with him, and he is like "me I'm a fucking criminal, why are u so calm?"
It doesnt sound strange at all! This went in a completely different direction and its part headcanon but mostly just a short drabble. I’m not one hundred percent happy with this piece, but i wanted to get it out there!
Also, This is a universe in which I deny the fact that he sounds horrible in the dub. We only stan subbed Feitan over here.
word count: 1572
My requests are open atm
Warnings: TORTURE. thats it. thats all it is. just one big torture scene.
So if his s/o didn’t resist...
• He’d prolly just think they were biding their time
• He wouldn’t ask, he’d just straight up assume that they were playing the long con
• And a few months of it and he’d be sick and tired
• They were so agreeable, they let him touch them even when he was covered in blood
• And I don’t see any way this doesn’t end in torture
• He’d be really pissed off abt it
• Probably goading you the whole time
• “It doesn’t have to be like this if you just tell me.”
• And in truth he knows no plan would work, but he just wants some confirmation that you were going to try to escape
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“Plan for what?” And he sighs. Part of him knew this was going to happen; that you’d still feign innocence. And that same part of him revelled in the course of action he’d decided to take. Basking in the chance to finally cause you pain. It’s a deeply rooted desire, one he isn’t accustomed to controlling. He wasn't one to pass up an opportunity such as this one.
You’ve been tied, arms above your head as the balls of your bare feet support the weight of your full body on the unforgiving concrete floor.
The blindfold he had used to lure you into the room with is now converted into a gag as its shoved into your mouth. He’s done listening. Maybe when he’d given you incentive to be more... forthcoming, he’d remove it.
The knife glints in the low light, the sight of it seemingly manifesting out of nowhere is startling to say the least.
He takes a minute to ponder the situation. The apprehension on your face. You’d never seen him like this, only ever catching glimpses of his profession in the blood soaked clothes you washed so diligently.
Was that not enough of a warning?
He makes quick work of cutting off your top as well as the bra underneath. He deftly moves behind you, the sound of something heavy being picked up as he opens his mouth to speak.
“This is going to hurt.” And it’s the most warning he’s given any of his victims. The suspense they felt, the jagged breaths they took as he circled their body like a hawk; it was part of the excitement for him.
The whip cracks against your back one, two, three times before he takes a break. Your mouth opens in a wretched scream, but Feitan has become accustomed to the noise. It’s as irrelevant as the sound of the overhead light buzzing in the background.
Blood seeps from the places the whip had licked your skin. Dark red as it lazily rolls down your back and soaks into the top of your cotton shorts.
He stands back and admires the way your muscles bunch up under your skin in a useless effort to pull away from the pain, lifting you off of your toes until your feet lazily swung away from the ground.
He was starting to enjoy the weak noises that left your throat.
You don’t even notice when he forces your shorts and underwear down your legs. There’s a pool of cloth lying at your feet, dainty fabric that had been soaked with blood and cut into ribbons.
He hits your thighs and ass with the next five strokes of the whip. Before moving again, he stutters, torn between being forgiving or continuing his endless assault of your soft flesh.
The way your head falls limply to your chest, a sheen of sweat coating your body as crimson red rivulets silently descend to the ground below you, as if it’s their duty to entice him. To push him over the edge with need until he couldn’t take it anymore.
It makes him give in, seven more and then he drops the instrument in an attempt to contain himself. He takes a moment to look at his work.
Lover’s blood, he’s sure that he’s read something about the beauty of it. But seeing it for himself, hearing your shallow breaths as you succumb to the pain and your body slackens against its bindings, is more beautiful than he’d imagined.
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He wakes you with even more pain. A faint trickle of something searingly hot burns down the fresh wounds that mar the opened flesh of your back. The scream you let out is the loudest yet, and he takes pride in the fact that he was able to wrench such a sound from you. A noise that no one else had heard and it was all because of him.
“It’s just a disinfectant.”
In all actuality he knows the level of pain you’re experiencing is probably on par with receiving the injuries, but he can’t stop himself from teasing.
He finishes with a sigh and walks around to your front, smiling slightly as he sees your face. You looked wrecked, completely sinful as ribbons of pink tinged liquid dribble down your legs.
It’s an encouraging thing. Feitan was the only one to see you this way, would only ever be the one to see your face streaked with tears and sweat, eyelids drooped and breath heavy from the excruciating pain he’d given to you.
It makes his own breathing heavier.
The spit slicked gag is ripped away and you don’t budge, head still slack against your chest as you stare dazedly at the floor.
“Were you hoping to gain my trust so you could try to escape?” He whispers.
And you almost don’t hear it over the sound of your own breath.
You stutter out a feeble ‘yes’, because you know it’s what he wants, but it doesn’t seem to placate the man.
He’s done this long enough to know when someone is lying to him.
He’d previously came to the conclusion that you were just good at telling him what he wanted to hear, the paranoia settling over his mind like a heavy blanket as months stretched on and you’d remained unwavering in your acceptance. He can see it now, the truth of the matter enclosed in your feeble attempts of stopping the torture.
He takes a step forward and smiles at the slight hitch in your breath at his sheer proximity. You were finally giving him a reaction he was accustomed to, one that he knew all too well.
“See, I’m not so skilled at keeping people.. alive” he twists the blade in his hand, eyes shying away from your own as if he’d just revealed a weakness to you. He’s deep in thought, mulling over what exactly to do so as not to harm you too bad. You had told him the truth, after all.
“This.. this is where I’d sever your leg from your body.” The knife is red hot as he pierces it through your skin, successfully drawing the image onto you. “At the joint.”
After doing the same to the right, he digs it into your lower stomach, “if I had cut here, your entrails would cause such a mess.”
Groans leave your throat in your attempt to breathe through the pain, rolling your head back to avoid looking at him. Its hard to contain the excitement he feels just from looking at your debauched state. You were enticing to him, enough so that he had gone out of his way to pluck you from your miserable life and let you start fresh with him. But right now, all he could really think about is how alluring your body was. Bloody and raw, so vulnerable in every sense of the word. He closes his eyes and lets out a puff of air through his nose in an attempt to contain himself. After he has, he continues his earlier ministrations.
“The arms would be next, as you’d imagine,”
And the lithe blade penetrates the meat of your shoulder as he continues with a downward stroke.
It’s debilitating at this point. In a desperate attempt to block it all out, your eyelids involuntarily dance closed. Your body felt utterly destroyed, but your mind was in even worse shape; Choosing to forego the pain, black dots clouded your vision as you felt yourself being quickly tugged under and into unconsciousness.
It’s a gentle slap, in his opinion, a warning to keep you alert. He didn’t want you to block this out. Not yet.
He’s talking more than usual, a pent up frustration at the fact that he didn’t get what he was looking for. That he was denied the satisfaction of making you admit your wrongdoing.
So, he snatches it from the crunching noise of your body hitting the floor.
“If I did that, you’d die. Do you think I want that?”
You only have enough strength to nod ‘no’, and your answer gains you a swift kick to your gut. He knew you were lying.
“I’m not going to kill you.” He lets out something akin to a shaky laugh, the revealing sort that lets you glean just how unhinged the man truly was.
He only meant to punish you, to force the truth from your mouth. But once he had a taste of the way you shrieked at his touch, how sweat made your naked body glow in the dim light, he knew this would be the first of many punishments to come.
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i wanna see you but you’re not mine • richie tozier
(richie tozier x reader)
not a request, just something i wrote, lmk what u guys think
warnings: swearing, sexual themes but no explicit smut, references to sex, references and mentions of drug use, references and mentions of addiction, vague allusions to cheating but no cheating!, i think thats it! unedited haha
[based off the song undo by the 1975]
(losers + reader are in college in this.)
1.5k words
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the boys' house is bathed in the morning light when bill answers the door shirtless, leaning against the doorframe. birds chirp in the distance when he smiles.
"y/n. hi." he says, and you greet him with the same smile as he lets you in the door. you hand him a coffee, following him with light steps as he leads you to his room.
"did you just wake up?" you ask in amusement as you follow him down the hall, past richie's closed door. their house smells like incense, and you're about seventy percent sure it's mike's.
you watch bill's muscles flex and move as he chuckles, opening the door to his messy-but-neat room and pulling on a hoodie.
"no. not j-just, i at least had time to brush my teeth." and then he gives you a goofy grin, showing off his pristine teeth. it makes you snort, shaking your head as you shove him.
bill invited you over this morning to study for your upcoming exam together, figuring that his house that he shared with mike and richie would be better than trying to study at a busy coffee shop.
studying with bill has become a bit of a habit that you picked up back in freshman year, when you'd met in your introduction to rhetoric writing class. you'd had a crush on him at first, but when you first met his dorm roommate richie, that crush flew out the window almost immediately.
years later, and you're still studying with bill. and still harboring a rough crush for his trashmouth roommate.
an hour and a half goes by smoothly, most of your work finished by the time you get startled out of your studying by a noise.
"what was that?" you ask after a noise muffled by bill and richie's shared wall makes you both perk up.
bill shakes his head, "n-nothing. what did you get for m-model a?" he asks, leaning close enough that you smell his cologne. you frown, wondering why he seems so suspicious.
it happens again, more clear this time.
a moan echoes through the stuffy walls and bill looks almost regretful, gripping his highlighter so hard his knuckles turn white. you blanch a bit, meeting his eye.
"does richie have a girlfriend-" you start, but bill shakes his head, "no." he says quickly, cutting you off. you hum, feeling sick to your stomach. it should comfort you, but it doesn’t.
a few minutes later, another string of moans echo through the whole house, along with a, "fuck, richie!"
and then it's like that for the next ten minutes straight - the ambiance of bill's shut blinds, the smell of coffee still lovely but the taste bitter in your mouth as high pitched moans reverberate through the shared wall. one look over shows that bill looks like he may cry.
you only stay for maybe five minutes after the moans stop before you get up, "alright, i think i should head out." you rush out, feeling slightly hollow.
bill nods, stretching and then rising with you, hand falling to your shoulder gently. you stop, looking up at him. "he's... g-going through some weird stuff right now, y/n. it'll work out." he insists, voice gentle. your lips twitch downward slightly.
you think you could roll your eyes, but bill is too damn well meaning and sweet for you to take out your misplaced anger on. you pull him into a hug, and he kisses your temple. it's calming, for a second.
you're in the kitchen messing around with mike and bill when richie's door slams, footsteps echoing down the hall towards the front room.
and then a girl appears from the hallway, a small grin on her flushed cheeks and hair tangled, tank strap slipping off her shoulder a bit. richie trails behind her with a lazy smirk and you turn your head so they don't see you from behind mike.
you watch secretly with curious, self-destructive eyes as he walks her to the door, hands not even leaving his sides as she leans up to whisper something along the lines of you'll call me? into his ear.
richie barely makes an attempt to say yes, instead humming and looking up at the wall. you almost snort. but then he slaps her ass with a small smirk as she leaves out the door, making her squeal as the door shuts. your stomach drops a bit.
when the door shuts, mike and bill make lame excuses to go back to their rooms and you're stuck by yourself to face richie. fuck.
the air is stale and suffocating as his glowing eyes roam around and then land on you. it's painful the way his expression changes when he sees you.
"long time no see, y/n." richie says with barely a grin, avoiding looking at you as he crosses the kitchen to pour himself a steaming cup from the coffee machine. you feel the tension and wish that you could disappear.
"yeah, we’ve all been so busy." you say, feeling almost awkward now that bill's left back to his room. you rock on the ball of your heels, still feeling a little hurt. it's quiet for a few more moments.
you feel like you’re going to burst, so you say the first thing you think.
"i could hear you giving her head." you say abruptly, unsure if the bitterness in your voice is justified or not. you think it is. richie hums, lifting a brow at you as he lifts the mug of coffee to his lips.
"and?" he asks after a gulp of the black coffee. the sun bathes the entire house in bright morning light, giving richie a kind of sunny silhouette - a halo of sorts that you don't know if he really deserves.
you huff, resisting the urge to punch richie in the face. "it's ten in the morning." he fixes you with a look, as if you didn't just prove any point. "again, toots, i don't see the issue." he says, but it's without any of his usual teasing grins or winks.
“i thought you didn’t have sleepovers with your guests.” you say, definitely sounding bitter. richie rolls his eyes. he doesn’t justify you with an answer until he takes a deep breath.
“i don’t. but sometimes i change my mind, if someone’s special enough. remember when i told you that, too?” he quips back. you swallow.
you don’t know what to say, recalling that night when he had whispered that into your neck as you were tangled up in his sheets, his shirt hanging off your bare frame and your hand trailing on his bare chest.
“she wasn’t one of them.” he adds, “she came over a few hours ago.”
you're still frustrated.
he's searching through his pockets for something as he tosses a lighter onto the counter. despite this, he's still quite a vision in his t shirt and gray sweats, his lips red like the color of a cough drop and eyelashes long and dark behind his frames. he's still, despite the blank demeanor, the most beautiful person you've ever laid your eyes on.
"fuck." he mutters, his hands coming out of his pockets empty. "bombs have run out. you got any j’s?"
you don't want to tell him about the joint that you’d just given to bill minutes ago, just out of spite. if he's that dependent on the fucking weed, you're not going to help his habit.
you pretended not to notice the rows of pills lined up and the busted up credit card next to them in the bathroom, for bill and mike’s sake - but you can’t go easy on richie.
“no.” you say bluntly.
richie sighs, looking at you sharply with a look that could kill. “why are you acting like a brat all of a sudden?”
you both know he already knows the answer. you think he just wants to hear you admit it out loud.
you stare back, biting your lip. fine, you’ll take the fucking bait.
“just didn’t realize you seeing someone.”
richie looks exhausted, his skin pale and eyes dark. he shakes his head. "we tried this. it didn't work." he mutters, veins popping out of his hands as his palms press hard into the counter. you shake your head, "richie, we-"
"-you were the one who told me to fuck other people." he says, making you stop and take a breath.
he's right, too.
but only because you were afraid and didn't know if you and richie being together as more than just the few and far between hook ups would cause a rift in the friend group.
"only because i didn't know how much i liked you, rich." you say gently, pleadingly - desperately. you sound just as pathetic as you probably look. you just can’t do this anymore.
"look, y/n. i didn't even see you when i liked you.”
it hurts when he says that, like a knife is twisting in your gut with a frozen blade. it’s true, and that feels like the worst part.
“-you knew damn well that i was into you, and you did nothing about it." he says sharply, his warm eyes cutting through you and making your stomach drop.
"you can't just decide it's time for us to be together, just because you’re bored." he shakes his head, cutting himself off. your mouth feels dry. "i don’t have the time." he says with a shake of his head, his hair unruly in the way that drives you mad with yearning.
“richie, i want to be with you.” you say, pleading with him. he looks more mad than you’ve seen him in a long time.
"you rejected me, y/n. and i liked you." he says, rubbing a hand over his face. you've never seen him so serious, and it's freaking you out. he shakes his head.
"i really have to go to work, doll. i'll see you around." he mutters, getting up and leaving out the front door in a gust of air that smells like him and also vaguely another girl’s perfume.
you know he was lying to get out of talking to you - he wasn’t even wearing shoes, let alone clothes for work. your head falls into your hands, eyes squeezing shut. he doesn't want to see you.
the thought leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth and an empty heart.
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To Eternal Bliss, I’m so Glad to Know (ModernAU!Hidan x Reader)
The Rats 1k event prompt: Street racer x Hidan
A/N: hey.. aha.. how y'all doing.. hum so i haven't been doing great, I think that is evident through my inactivity on this blog, but that being said i am in a bit of a better place now. i finally have some time to myself and i intend to put that towards my 900 follower event. Enjoy this wonderful piece of modern racer Hidan that strayed into crazy murder himbo I love car man Hidan.
Title inspired by: this song.
MAJOR TWs: smut, harassment (brief, undescriptive), uhm murter, reckless driving, lots of mentions of and contemplations of death. You are a literal accomplice to murter. Reader is confused. But.. It’s not supposed to be gory and dark, I kinda wanted it to just be stupid and reflect a himbo hidan as much as I could. Last like 6 paragraphs aren’t edited.
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You shouldn’t be in a criminals car, much less in the middle of a police chase and much much less be falling in love with him.
His silver hair flashes wildly in the occasional flicker of red and blue lights, teeth bared; he was making that face again. That one he had when he first met you, lips curled and canines showing. It looked like he was in pain. It was just because he was actually trying to use his brain, you think. He grips the wheel tightly, the whites of his pale knuckles glowing as he swerves onto one of the busiest city streets you know.
Barely avoiding a collision with a distinct yellow blur you could barely classify as a taxi, he continued to speed through the lanes, horns blaring and merging into the sound of the wailing sirens quickly approaching. Another sharp turn onto a slightly less busy road had your body slamming against the console, leaning close to Hidan. Your eyes stray from the window and onto his face, unable to hear what he is saying, you make out the movement of his lips:
shit,shit,shiiit
The tires screeched as he fumbled around with the controls, sending the car into a full 180 and narrowly avoiding a police car sacrificing its auto body in favour of capturing Jashin. That was real close call, just scratching the side of the passenger door, but you wouldn't know; you were still watching your boyfriends features as he speeds off down another dirty alley.
You were pretty sure that one day you were going to die trapped in Hidans little metal box.. A distant part of you wanted to throw up when you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure, he was obnoxiously annoying in the most serious of times and incredibly oblivious when you desperately needed him to get a clue. I mean fuck, it felt like despite his adolescent years of elementary and secondary school (which you’re not even sure he attended) his brain only had the capacity to process two things. The first being lewd shit and the second would be the gas pedal... and maybe half a braincell was in there thinking of you, but probably only of you in your panties or something really shallow like that.
You really shouldn’t love him.
Barrelling down the alley he randomly slammed the breaks down, the lack of warning sending you flying forward. Bracing yourself to be slammed into the front of car, but just when you thought you were going to break your nose Hidan reversed, sending your body backwards instead. You yelped and he sent you a stupid little apologetic curl of his lip before twisting his body, hand coming to your chair for support as he sped the car backwards through the trash littered street. You didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind about the direction until a few seconds later when a black and white cop car swerved down the alley in the direction you were back pedalling from. Hidan must have known they were going to try and cut his route off.
At the sight of the police vehicle your boyfriend impulsively slammed the breaks, rolling his window down and leaning his head out of it, “Ha, you stupid fucks think you could catch Jashin with some lame shit like that? I could smell that from a mile away!” From your boyfriends childish tone you predicted he was going to blow a raspberry, but the sound of speeding tires approaching quickly stopped him. Sirens blaring, the police car sped its way forward.
“Oh fuck.” Hidan sped Jashin backwards again.
You remembered the first time you met Jashin.
It was late that night, you were making your long trek home after a disastrous closing shift. You were tired. So fucking tired. You never would have taken that shortcut if you weren’t truly physically drained. As you made your way briskly through that musky trash infested canal, you were stopped by a man who smelled just as intensely as the alley itself. It was so much so that you had thought that perhaps it was the mans smell that was so potent and not the space itself.
Defining what the source of that smell was wasn’t important though, not when he was coming straight at you with barred, yellow teeth. You didn't know what to do and to be fair, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He was yelling something, you couldn't hear it over the thrashing of your erratic heartbeat. Were you going to die? You were so fucking tired.
Maybe you should run.
You didn’t though. Didn’t have the energy. So you let the man come face to face with your figure, grabbing at the lapels of your coat and screaming. His breath was unbearable and you thought you were going to pass away just from the smell as opposed to actually being murdered. Although you suppose this could probably qualify for a murder, his breath was most definitely a weapon. But despite his shouts being directly at you, his humid breath spraying across your face as his chest constantly heaved, you couldn't understand what he was saying.
“Jashin! Jashin is coming!”
What the fuck was Jashin? Could you still not hear him? He was probably sick. You were tired. So you continued to let him shake your form. Was he going to kill you or just ask for some money?
Thats when a beast of sleek red metal swerved down the alley, trampling over peeled open garbage bags and beer bottles, approaching you with each sound of a crinkled can. It was gunning straight towards the man who was backing you up against the wall, he was frothing and screaming at the sight and the next moment the hood of the car slammed into his form. Despite your close proximity to the man, you were left barely unscathed and a little bit disappointed.
The scene laid frozen for a good thirty seconds: the man unconscious on the floor, your unsteady breathing and the window of the car rolling down. It inched back to reveal a man about your age - which made him just barely a man - with silver slicked back hair, barred teeth and knitted eyebrows.
“Shit.”
You just stared at him, backpack beginning to slide down your shoulders. He stared back at you, waiting to see what your next move was going to be. You didn’t have one.
“...If it makes you feel any better, douchebag deserved it.” The man said a few minutes later, he clearly wasn't expecting the crumpled body on the floor to have tried to seek out help, let alone from a cute girl. He smoothed his hair back.
His crappy attempt to seduce you didn't work and nor did his equally crap words of consolation, you were tired. This whole situation was even more tiring. You just wanted to sleep.
“I won't tell anyone, if you just drive me home.”
He clearly wasn't expecting that, you could tell that from the pained look intensifying on his face and his little choked gasp. A few moments later it released like an elastic band snapping and his features set into a smug smirk. A cute girl who wasn’t gonna snitch on him?
“You’re not going to question the fact that I just hit someone with my car? Is it cause I'm so fucking sex-”
You weren’t listening, walking over the heap of a body and around the car into the passenger seat. The contrasting smell of vanilla and cigarettes clouded your senses as you clicked your seatbelt into place - noticing his lack of one in the process.
You hated that your face was burning up as you spoke. “I live a few blocks away.”
For a while you were sure that this was the first girl Hidan had ever had in his car. It was obvious that he was freaking out, maybe if he didn’t hit people in alleyways and then blamed your silence on the fact that he was so fucking sexy, then maybe he would be able to talk to more.
He tried to blab to you the whole way to your apartment accidentally making wrong turns to try and extend the length of your stay. He told you about that man in the alley, said something about how he totally fucked him over in some black market shit for auto parts. Said his enemy, - he stressed this word very intensely - Shikamaru probably put him up to it. Nobody messes with Jashin goddamit, I fucking hate that guy. It was a shit justification for murder no doubt, there is never a good reason to hit someone with a car, but you supposed your indifference wasn't any better.
You stole a couple glances at him every now and then, when his eyes took a break from darting back and fourth between your thighs, your face and the road. He had a sharp jaw, pretty cheekbones, gelled back hair with small strands escaping every so often - causing him to brush them back when too many tickled his forehead - his lashes were long and his eyes so pretty so in the dim light of the empty city streets. His teeth were straight and sharp canines peeked out whenever he sent you a suggestive smirk.
You also spent an unbelievably long time watching his fingers maneuver the steering wheel, the way his hands flexed with a certain turn. The veins of his forearms travelling underneath his leather jacket pushed up at the elbows, his jeans were all worn out and faded and his shoes looked like they were about to fall apart, it was a big difference in comparison to the well kept state of his handsome car.
When he finally made it to your complex after running out of roads to take wrong turns down, he looked at you like a lost puppy, rolling the passenger window down to call out to you as you opened the lobby doors. “So I’ll meet you out here tomorrow then? Say, around 9?”
You turned to look at him confusedly, inquiring as to why he would be picking you up when you made no reservations to see him again, why would you want to see your accomplice in a murder ever again? But he was already speeding off before you got the chance.
At least you could finally go to sleep.
The next day he was outside your apartment fifteen past nine, blaring his horn as he maneuvered his upper body to hover out the window of his lovely Jashin. You were nestled on your couch, staring at the blue light of the TV screen in your dark apartment desperately trying to avoid the textbook glowering at you from the coffee table.
‘Cute kitten saved from tree’ was sprawled across the bottom of your television in bold letters as a perky blonde read off the little cue cards in her hand. You’d been watching the news all day, waiting for the red breaking news! To slice across the screen and read out the description of a crippled homeless gambler found dead in an alley, but it never came.
It mad you feel a little angry when you realized his death wasn’t going to be announced and you knew there was no way it hadn’t been discovered yet. Then you sat startled at the realization that you didn’t feel anything towards what happened. That the anger you felt in wanting it to be so desperately displayed on the news was because you hoped you would feel something then.
The sound of Hidans car horn threw you out of your thoughts as you jumped like a frightened cat to the window. Peeling back the curtain you were surprised to see that blood stained blotch on the road with a lavender haired boy peeking out, baring his teeth.
You contemplated staying inside, he didn’t know your apartment number, but you knew that he definitely wouldn’t stop blaring the horn if you didn’t. His hand was undeniably laying flat against the centre of he wheel as he continued to sound out, you heard someone yell for him to fucking shut up. Hidan continued as if he didn’t hear. It kind of flattered you.
You wanted to vomit.
You took the stairs.
It was the beginning of winter when you finally let Hidan fuck you. You were in some parking lot lined with pitch black shops on a Sunday night. Everyone closed early going home to their families, except the two of you of course.
It was odd being with him for this long. One outing turned into another and then another, before you knew it he was picking you up every night at nine -sometimes fifteen minutes passed,- blaring his horn excitedly as he peeked out his car.
He told you it was the perfect place to do donuts, didn’t you want to do donuts? You did. It was the beginning of winter. It was icy. His idea was incredibly fucking stupid. But you agreed because maybe you’d skid on the ice and smash into a store, get crushed by the crumbling debris..
There was little snowflakes hitting the windows of Jashin as you two sat parked in the middle of the deserted lot.
“You ready? Oh you’re gonna love this, babe.”
He grinned as your face heated up at the name, you always got all flustered whenever he said anything like that. It made him feel giddy. His long fingers start Jashin up, moving to clutch the wheel as the car thrums to life.
When he makes the first swerve with his car, he turns his head to watch your body all stiff and frightened. It was funny. He laughed as your face twisted into an even more flustered one - if that was possible. God, you were always such a hard ass at the beginning of the night, but when he dropped you off outside your apartment early into the morning he always made sure to leave you with a little smile on your face. Even now, this early into the night he could see the beginnings of one.
He twisted the wheel again and your body flew to the left, smooshing into the console and the surprised laugh that left your mouth had his guts twisting. He wanted to hear it again. Your walls always fell when he did stupid shit like this. You were kinda fucked up now that he thought about it. Always getting all giggly when you should probably be screaming at him to be more careful for fucks sake! But you never did and he loved that about you. Just as fucked as he was.
“Hey babe, babe! This one’ll be good. Watch, watch.” He gripped the wheel again and grinded his sneaker into the gas, the first skid across asphalt was intentional, but when he tried to regain the reigns of his dark red beast it began to thrash out of his control.
Goddamn ice patch.
The car twisted, screeched and burned into the pavement for a good twenty seconds and when he was sure you should be screaming because I mean come on, that was fucking scary, he heard silence.
As the car came to a complete stop and your body was once again flung against the console, he turned to you. He thinks he was gonna ask if you were okay but he couldn’t remember because the next moment you were grabbing tufts of his gelled hair and sucking his face off.
He loved every second of it. The amount of times he’d tried to get his dick wet with you before was astronomical, but you’d always tell him no and he would pout like a dog. But hey, now you’re shoving your tongue down his throat like a dog so he settled on the idea that good things do come to people who wait.
The reason you decided to do it then was blurry. One moment his car was skidding around the parking lot and you were laughing and thinking of the chance of death and the next second it spat onto your tongue and you realized you didn’t want it anymore.
Like that first time you slid into his car, as you kissed him now you tasted contrasting flavours. Mint and cigarettes. For a moment you thought you were going to pull away, but you felt the sudden need to drink all of it. To somehow understand why you felt like you were burning from the inside.
It was his fault really. Hidan made you feel less tired, if that was a good way to put it. You started looking forward to things after you two met and eventually you actually started to feel a bit more deeply for poor crumpled man in the alley. It felt as if you’re body was being thawed out by this silver haired idiot who was groping for the clasp of your bra underneath your shirt.
So you climbed over the console, fumbling with the side of his chair to pull his seat back as you began to strip off your top in haste. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid down to the space between his leg, choking and drooling all over his cock because when you did you felt all these funny emotions bubbling in your body, you felt alive.
He was a loud mouth when you had his dick down your throat, groaning and saying the dumbest, lewdest shit his sex wired brain could think of. You know how many times he’s thought of this? You feel so good, you feel so good. God this is so good, Jashin probably loves it too... We should fuck on the hood of the car next. Long slender fingers guided your head up and down him as he began to twitch thrust his hips upwards, finally spill into your mouth. Douchebag didn’t let your head go and you felt some of his juices dribble down your tongue.
“Swallow it, swallow it while my dicks still in your mouth... Atta girl, you’re so good. So greedy..”
And you swallowed it all, he hoisted you back onto his lap and pushed your skirt up. He was whispering all this perverted stuff in your ear and your mouth fell open against his neck. Words making you flush fiercely and slowly grind your hips against him. You stopped him when he was beginning to shove your panties down your thighs, though.
For the first time you felt small in comparison to him as you met his eyes. He stopped his movement seeming like he was going to say something too, but you cut him off.
“- Hidan... I’ve never done it before.”
He stares at you all wide eyed before laughing and for a second and you think about getting out of his car and walking home because that’s such a douchebag thing to do, but then he surprises you.
“Me too, I was just about to say.. but I mean it can’t be hard right? Well, I am hard,” he laughed and you found yourself huffing a small giggle at his stupid joke, good mood returning as he continued, “I was just gonna go with what I seen in hentais.” That explained his dirty talk.
It was pretty good for your first time though. Ideally not the best place to have sex, you kept hitting your head and he couldn’t quite get his hips thrusting at a good pace with the confined space, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it was Hidan and you think you just might be in love with him.
That’s why you don’t say anything when a few weeks later you see “Shikamaru Nara, infamous street racer found dead in a back alley crash.” flashing across your tv screen.
You don’t comment, just give a little understanding hum when Hidan calls you and tells you he can’t pick you up tonight babe, or for a few nights, Jashin needs some repairs..
It’s why now, as he speeds through the streets recklessly with your bags in the trunk and the sound of sirens ringing in your ears that you feel tears prick your eyes. You wish you could have told him to be more careful, that he shouldn’t have done what he did without planning it. Something, anything.. it’s too late now. But he’s not to blame.
You think it’s your fault, really.
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