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wonryllis · 4 months

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ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375

prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo

JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided

"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.

he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.

look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.

and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.

"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"

"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.

"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.

"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.

fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.

"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.

"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"

"get away!"

just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.

"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.

"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.

"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.

"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.

you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"

"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.

it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.

"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.

"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.

"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.

"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.

"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.

"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.

"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.

"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.

pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.

dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.

"kiss me,"

and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.

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feirceangel · 9 months

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Imagine | Lost (Zoro)

Imagine getting lost with Zoro.

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: hurt/comfort

(Gif is not mine!)

Things haven't gone according to plan. Of course, that's the norm when you're traveling with Luffy and the rest of the Strawhats. Each crew member has their own quirks, but sometimes everyone manages to stay relatively on track.

Except for Zoro.

The green haired swordsman is notorious for his directional challenges. He even gets lost on his own ship, that's how hopeless his sense of direction is.

So, when everyone splits up to search for the current treasure of the day, you watch with a chuckle as Zoro immediately storms off in the wrong direction.

Huffing with laughter, you race to catch up with him. You trail beside him until he notices and raises a brow at you.

"Huh, what're you doing? We're supposed to split up."

"Oops," you grin at him, chuckling at his exasperated sigh.

He doesn't stop walking, "Go away."

"No."

"I'm serious.”

"Whatcha gonna do? Stick me with your big sword?" You hide your laugh behind your hand as his ears turn beet red.

"If you're gonna follow me, at least shut your mouth," he grumbles.

Smirking at your victory, you subtly start walking a bit closer to him, eyes roaming the area for any potential threats or treasures.

If he notices how close you are, he doesn't comment. He's also on the lookout for danger, hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword.

You've always admired how ready for a fight his is- never letting his guard down. Even when he's 'napping', he's still paying attention to his surroundings.

You've tried a few times to prank him when you thought he was fast asleep but failed every single time. He seems to be able to sense your proximity every time you get within five meters of him.

Even now, as you walk in close proximity, you can't help but admire him. His tall posture and alert eyes that peer into the forest. His soft green hair slightly tousled from the wind.

"You're staring," his voice bears a tinge of smugness, making you whip your head the opposite way.

"Was not."

"Was too."

"I wasn't. I don't know why you'd even think that," you cross your arms and turn to look at him again. "Not like there's much to look at."

Your tone and smirk betray your lies, Zoro unable to stop from smirking along with your teasing.

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"Of course, I'd never ogle at you and your well trained muscles."

He smirks, turning away from you.

It's been like this since you were welcomed into the Strawhat Crew, easy banter between you and the swordsman. After you had proven your loyalty to Luffy that is. You believe Zoro values loyalty above all else.

Zoro had warmed up to you more than he had some of the others.

There'd been an unspoken tension between you: lingering glances and touches mingled with flirtatious words and playful gestures.

He'd let you drag him into drinking contests (which you always lost), nap beside him, and even join his workouts.

And you'd always tease him (backing off immediately when you noticed that he had enough), and steered him in the right direction when he got horribly lost.

Like right now.

"Zoro, I'm pretty sure we have to go left here," you point out.

"I knew that," he grumbles and alters his course. "I was just scouting the area."

"Uh-huh."

"I was!"

Laughing, you hop onto a large fallen tree that blocks your path. You turn to taunt Zoro a bit more, but you pause as a loud shot rings out.

Sudden pain shoots through your leg as blood splatters around you. You crumble down off the log, saved from a hard landing by strong arms.

Stunned, you look up into Zoro's eyes.

"You're alright," he says firmly as he sets you down against the tree. "It just got you in the leg."

Dumbly, you stare into his face, barely registering his words or his angered expression.

"You stay here and I'll be right back."

You nod, unable to do much more. As you watch him leave, you meekly call out to him, "Don't you dare get lost."

He didn't get lost, to your immense surprise.

By now, the shock has worn off and the pain has really kicked in. The bullet went straight through the meat of your leg, luckily not shattering bone. But you will need Chopper to get a better look and bandage it properly.

Right now you're using a strip of your shirt as a makeshift bandage and it's already soaked through. As Zoro does a second assessment.

"You're fine."

You glare at him, "I'm in pain."

"You'll live."

"Good thing, cause if I didn’t I'd haunt your ass!"

Shaking his head, he crouches in front of you, "Can you walk at least?"

You level a deadpan stare at him.

He sighs heavily, "Guess I'll just have to carry you then."

"No, no way."

"It's either that or you walk."

"You need your hands to fight in case there's more enemies," you reason. "Can't use your swords if you're carrying me."

"I'll just set you down."

"No, you'd drop me. And I don't want to be dropped right now," you fire back.

He stands up straight and glares down at you.

"What if you carry me on your shoulders?" You suggest. "That way your arms will be free and you can still fight."

"Fine," he agrees.

You wince as you stand on your uninjured leg, motioning for him to bend down so you can get your legs on his shoulders. He obliges and you precariously manage to seat yourself on his shoulders.

He stands without a problem, steadying you with one hand on your thigh. Pain floods your sense for a second but it is quick to fade as you realize something.

You realize the extent of the compromising position you've put yourself in.

You're on top of Zoro's shoulders, hands on his head to steady yourself as he grips your thigh with his broad hand.

You flush with embarrassment. Beneath you, you can see the dusting of a blush across Zoro's ears and cheeks.

"Thank you for this," you say, unsure of what to do with your hands. The desire to run your fingers through his hair is immense and it takes all your will power to not act on it.

"I appreciate it, Zoro."

He grunts, "Just don't get injured again and we'll call it even."

"Hey, I didn't wanna be shot!"

"You made yourself an easy target!"

"I thought we were alone!"

"You should've known better!"

"I can't believe you're blaming me right now," you say in exasperating. "By the way, you're going north and the ship is to the south."

He grumbles beneath you but does switch his course to follow where you pointed. You wince every so often as he jostles you.

"Sorry," he says, very uncharacteristically.

Surprised, you lean over to stare into his face.

"For what?"

"I should've sensed that sniper but I was distracted," he grits his teeth in annoyance. "If I had seen him, you wouldn't have been hurt."

"Distracted?" You raise a brow, "You were distracted?"

"Don't-"

"Was it me that distracted you?" You grin, forgetting your pain. "Were you perhaps staring at me?"

"Forget I said anything."

"Too late! Admit it, you were checking me out."

His delightful blush is back in full force, "Was not! I was making sure you didn't fall."

You pat his cheek, "Well, you did catch me when I fell. And I guess I fell for you."

He stumbles slightly, making you laugh and cry out in pain at the same time.

"Watch your step Rorozo," you smack him lightly on the head.

"Don't call me that."

"Never," you run your hand over his hair, "I think you secretly like it."

He doesn't say anything and neither do you. Despite your injury, you are enjoying the moment of closeness between you and the swordsman.

It's moments like these that lighten your heart and bring a smile to your face.

His hand shifts over your thigh, "Maybe I do like it. This."

"Me?" You add softly, tracing patterns through his soft hair.

"Maybe."

"Well, maybe I do too," you bend down and press a kiss to his forehead. "Like you."

His hand tightens on your leg, his other hand coming up to caress your hair in a rare display of physical affection.

"Y'know, Sanji's gonna faint when he sees us like this," you chuckle, imagining his reaction.

"Maybe that stupid love-cook will finally leave you alone."

"Sanji? Stop fawning over a drop dead gorgeous woman? It's unlikely."

Zoro reads his head up to try and glare at you, making you wince as you jolt your injured leg.

"Don't worry Rorozo- I only have eyes for you."

At that confession, he stops in his tracks.

"That's it."

He lowers you to the ground, your confusion growing. Weren't you both on the same page just a second ago?

You're not on the ground for long though, as Zoro picks you up bridal-style and stares into your eyes.

"When you say things like that," he tsks, "I want to shut you up."

Before you can ask what he means, he presses his lips against yours, hard.

He breaks away far too soon, “That’s better.”

“If that’s how you’re gonna do it, you can shut me up anytime,” you grin, lean your head against him.

Wrapped up in his warm embrace, you’ve forgotten all about the pain in your leg…

Or the fact that Zoro is once again walking in the wrong direction.

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c-nstantine · 6 months

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Please we need more of plug!connie and homebody reader 😫🙏🏽

hehehe here y'all go

warning: smut, pussy eating

word count: 1.0k

Connie was sitting on the porch in front of Ony's house, talking shit with Eren, Armin and Ony. Somehow they landed on the topic of their girlfriends. Armin and Ony continuously being single couldn't do anything but complain as Connie talked about Y/N being the perfect girl for him.

"I'm telling y'all, my girl don't go nowhere. I have never been this relaxed in a relationship," He said, checking the time on his phone. He wanted nothing more than to get back home to his girl after a long day of hanging out with these idiots.

"No way," Armin called bullshit.

"You sayin' with as fine as Y/N is, with respect, she don't go nowhere. She ain't outside?" Ony asked with a bit of disbelief. All of the guys knew just how beautiful Y/N was and it surprised them to hear that she doesn't go out as often as they thought.

"Nope. Look I'll call her right now," Connie spoke with the biggest ego known to man. There were a lot of things that Connie was wrong about but the one thing he could count on was his girlfriend every time.

"Do it," Eren said lighting a blunt.

"Hey, baby," She answered on the third ring with a groggy voice. The room was dim with only the fairy lights of their bedroom providing light.

"Hey, mama. Whatcha doin'?" Connie already knew the answer with how she had a scarf tied around her edges and she seemed to only be wearing on his faded t-shirts.

"I was napping, but I think I'm gonna make pizza for dinner," She said with the sound of the comforter ruffling could be heard as Y/N rose from the bed. She gave the camera a quick smile before walking into the kitchen.

"Alright, I just wanted to check-in. I be home in thirty," Connie spoke softly to her.

"Okay, Connie," She covered her mouth softly with a yawn,

"Bye-bye, mama," He was smiling hella hard when he got off the phone with her but then he remembered that his homeboys were around and quickly coughed to hide his giddiness.

"We were supposed to hang out tonight," Armin said lightly hitting Connie in his chest. Connie looked at his friends then his phone and then his friends once again. If he stayed, all they were going to do was make a couple of drops and smoke but he could just go chill with his girl.

"Shit, my girl making pizza and I know she only got my shirt on. I'll catch y'all 'nother time," Connie said before heading to his car and waving his friends off as they groaned.

"Mamas, where you at?" Connie said as soon as he walked into the shared apartment. He didn't hear a response but just the ruffling of pans in the kitchen. He walked over quietly in an attempt to scare her. She was bent over taking the pans of delicious-smelling pizza out of the oven. Connie was right, she was in his shirt and a pair of panties. With her bent over, he could see the curve of her brown ass.

He waited for her to set the pans down on the counter before grabbing her hips and pulling her to him. He smiled as she let out a small shriek before breaking out into laughter. She leaned back into his touch and smiled.

"Pizza's done," She said, turning to face and planting a kiss on his cheek. He slid out of his puffer jacket and tossed it across the back of a nearby chair. He walked towards her until she pressed against the kitchen's island. His hands went to her hips and he helped her jump onto it.

"I got something else I wanna eat," He said trailing down her neck with kisses. His hands dipped under her (his) shirt and a small smirk graced his lips when he realized her panties were lace. He slowly began to pull them down while she was distracted with neck kisses.

"Really?" Y/N almost moaned as Connie's fingers ghosted her slit. He could see how she was practically dripping onto the counter.

"Mhm," He dropped to his knees and pulled her hips close to his face. He sucked and bit her thighs before making his way to the main entree. He'd been thinking about her pussy all day. His long tongue started with broad strokes, teasing her clit. Y/N's hands went to his head as she tried to guide him where she needed him but Connie was as stubborn as ever. He was going to do this his way.

Suckling her clit, he began to stretch her out with two fingers. Y/N thought she saw stars when her lover began to curl his fingers in and out of her. The sounds of her moans were like music to his ears as he continued his ministrations. Y/N's pussy would clench against his fingers, letting him know just how close she was. He inserted another finger and Y/N could feel a bubble forming in her lower stomach.

Connie could spend his entire night between her thighs and be perfectly happy. He didn't have to worry about selling drugs as long as he lapped up her pretty pussy. She swore up and down that he was the best eater she ever had. Not a thought ran through his head other than to bring Y/N pleasure. The borderline pornographic sounds coming from her made it hard for him to keep focus, but he could always tell just how close to cumming she was getting.

"Connie," She moaned as her hips began to grind against his face. He was humping his face like a bitch in heat. Her clit brushed his noise and that sent her over the edge. Her juices covered his lower face, and Connie simply licked his lips and smiled.

"Good girl," He whispered as he helped her down from the counter and set a plate of pizza for her before more shenanigans ensued. Placing a smack on her ass, he handed her the pizza that she lowkey forgot about. Connie just chuckled to himself because he knew what kind of night he was going to put her through.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie x reader #connie springer #plug!connie x reader #plug!connie #plug!connie x black reader

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abbysbunny · 7 months

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puhlease PLEASE a hazel callahan fic takşng place after the movie when hazel thought the kiss was special but PJ is treating her the same so hazel tries to make PJ jealous with y/n but they actually start having feelings (at first passionate) towards each other????????

FEELING'S AREN'T FAKE

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plot: fake dating never works but sometimes it does just in different ways

warnings: light angst, nothing too serious, r is a cheerleader but that doesn't really affect the story!

word count: 1.8k

notes: sorry this took so long to get out but I'm a little burnt out rn! hope you like this anon🫶🏼

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after hazel and PJs kiss, hazel thought that something was there, she tried hanging out more with PJ, but she would just pushed away and end up getting hurt. one lonely night hazel had the bright idea that maybe she could try and make PJ jealous, of course it was a dumb idea but at this point it was all she had.

she opened your contact and sent you a short message proposing the plan

'hey I know it's late but I'm trying to make PJ jealous so I was thinking we could fake date for a while, you down?'

of course she rewrote the message a couple times but when she got it down she nervously pressed send. a half hour later she got your confirmation

'sure, make it simple please I don't wanna waste too much if me time on this'

she smiled at your message excited for tomorrow, trying to go to bed all she could think about was PJ, how she would finally get to be with her, after years of waiting.

you sat on your bed and typed on your computer trying to finish up an essay do tomorrow, but you kept getting distracted by the thought of fake dating hazel, after a long 40 minutes of homework you closed your computer and put on some comfortable clothes. laying in bed you turned over and shut your eyes all of your thoughts just being about hazel

you walked onto school campus and saw hazel sitting on a bench reading something in a small book, 'i wonder what she's reading' you furrowed your brows and started walked over to her, 'hey!' you shouted to her, she quickly looked up and waved at you, you sat down next to her and she closed her little book, 'whatcha reading?' you questioned, 'uhm...she drives me crazy' you nodded, 'okay so what's the plan stan' she chuckled at your lame attempt of a joke and turned her head to you.

'so were just gonna act like we're dating, so hug and flirt and hold hands, all that gross shit, and hopefully PJ will get jealous' she said with a look on her face insinuating she was a very proud of her plan, you nodded and stood back up, 'sounds great to me, I gotta get to class so I'll see you later' you waved and grabbed your bag, 'wait!' hazel said a little too loud, you perked your head up at her, 'shouldn't we go in...together?' she suggested in a nervous tone

'oh shit yeah you're right' you stuck out your hand for her to grab on to, she took your hand and you started walking side by side, you entered the hall and people already turned they're heads to look at you two, I mean it is pretty weird seeing a cheerleader and a total nobody date, you got to hazel's locker and you leaned against against the a near wall, out of the corner of your eyes you saw PJ and Josie walking towards you

'pj and Josie are coming over here' you whispered to hazel, she turned around and shut her locker, a couple seconds later they stood right in front of you, the weird thing is that you had never actually talked to them, so now that you "dating" they're friend you would have to, talking to the girl your crush fake girlfriend is in love with was not on your bucket list. as they started talking you zoned out mid conversation, they talk about such boring stuff, how were you supposed to keep up?

next thing you heard was the loud bell ring, you saw that they had left and now it was just you and hazel, and of course the swarm of students late to class. hazel unexpectedly grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, you both got to class in time, kinda. the boring school hours past by fast and as soon as you knew it was lunch, you thought you would sit down with your friends like you do everyday, but that was before you were pulled to a table in the corner of the cafeteria with hazel and the rest of the fight club.

as they talked you felt hazel's hand snake around your waist, you felt you face get hot but you continued eating, after an excruciating hour of listening to them talk as hazel moved her hand from your waist, to hips your to shoulder to your thigh, it was finally time to leave you packed everything up and sped out of the cafeteria, hazel catched up to you and walked with you out of school. you both sat down at the same bench from this morning

'so did I do good as a fake girlfriend?' she questioned with a cocky grin on her face, you rolled your eyes and turned your head to face her, sure having her as your fake girlfriend was gonna be nice but what if you catched even more feelings? what if her and PJ actually get together and you're just left alone again. 'you did pretty good' you said leaning against the back of the bench, you smiled and immediately started talking about the rest of the plan.

it has been 2 weeks of the fake dating and it really seemed like PJ didn't care, but tonight there was a big party at Isabel's, hazel thought it was perfect opportunity to make PJ "jealous". you decided to get ready together like a cute couple,hazel wore some simple baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, she almost looked like a frat guy, you chose what you usually wear to party's, nothing to flashy but nothing too simple.

when you got there it was loud and already smelled like BO and alcohol, you sat down on a couch with hazel by your side, she put her arm around your shoulder and you stiffed up, still not used to her touch. almost the whole party you say right there, getting up a couple time's to go to the bathroom, when the party died down, Isabel came out from the kitchen with an empty beer bottle, 'what are we 12!' PJ shouted, you chuckled and sat down next to Josie I'm the big circle of people

Isabel spinned the bottle and it landed on Josie, you could see Isabel blush and Josie had a nervous look on her face as they entered the small downstairs bathroom, after was felt like a life time someone yelled, 'seven minutes is up' you heard the door unlock before Isabel came out with a very visible hickey on her neck, some people gasped and others laughed, they sat back down and now it was Pj's turn, she spinned the empty bottle and it landed on, hazel.

hazel tired to hide her smile and she looked over to you, 'aren't you guys dating?' PJ looked at hazel then you, you opened your mouth to say maybe it was better if she re spinned, but before you could hazel spoke up, 'no it's okay, I mean it's just a dumb kids game right?' hazel looked at you trying to indicate that she really wanted to do this, you looked at the ground for a second before agreeing with her, some guy patted your shoulder and called you a 'chill girlfriend' you let out your best fake laugh and put your knees to your chest

meanwhile the scene of hazel and PJ in the bathroom was to say the least very awkward, 'so do we kiss?' hazel anxiously asked, PJ nodded and moved closer to her trying to make things more natural, hazel cupped PJs face and brought her lips to hers, she finally kissed PJ, after years of waiting she finally did it and she felt, nothing. absolutely nothing, she bearly even kissed back, you got up and told your friends you needed a drink and somehow they believed you, you walked into the kitchen grabbed your purse and left that god awful party, you didn't even think about saying goodbye because if you did you would have to watch them come out of that bathroom and see the start of they're relationship

hazel unlocked the door early and people were confused, 'you have to do seven minutes not three!' Sylvie shouted and people agreed, hazel noticed you weren't there and got worried, 'c'mon guys we're not middle schoolers and where's my girlfriend?' she shouted back, 'oh I think she left' some guy slurred clearly intoxicated, hazel grabbed her phone and said goodbye to everyone and that she was going to find you. what she didn't know was that you were already home by the time she had left, she urgently called you trying to understand where you were so you could talk

after 5 missed calls you finally picked up, 'where are you?' she said through the phone, 'home' you responded dryly, she let out a sigh of relief and started walking to your house still on the phone with you, 'why did you leave?' you thought about actually telling her why but the you remembered you actually dating, 'i was tired' she scoffed as she finally saw your house through the dark, 'open your front door please' she stood waiting impatiently for you, 'are you outside my house?'

you said walking down your stairs, 'yes just please open up it's cold' she hung up, you put your phone down and opened up your front door, you looked hazel up and down and saw no hickey, weird. you moved from the door and she stepped in, she shut the door behind her, you quickly grabbed her hand and took her to your room, she had never actually been in your room, you had been at her house but she'd never been to yours, you closed the door and say down on your bed next to her

'so why do you wanna talk haze?' she sighed and looked you straight in your eyes, 'i don't think I like PJ' she confessed, your eyes widened, had you done this whole plan for nothing, had you hurt yourself...for nothing? 'okay then who do you like? I'm not going to go through this plan another time just with a different person, I really hope you know that' you said in a frustrated tone, she moved closer to you and put her hand on your thigh, 'what the fuck was she doing?' you questioned to yourself

she just responded by crashing her lips with yours, at first you were taken aback, very taken aback, but then you felt how soft her lips were and how passionate and pure this moment was, you quickly kissed back and moved yourself closer to her, she dragged out the kiss for a couple more seconds before pulled away. you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, she laughed with you and pulled you into a tight hug.

'i love you' she mumbled into your shoulder, you sighed and kissed the side her neck, 'i love you too' you mumbled back.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #hazel callahan fanfiction #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan oneshot #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan x fem reader

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fluff-a-nutter · 7 months

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Gangles Secret

((Ler!Jax Lee Gangle. SFW Only! Not a ship!))

Gangle sat on her bed sniffing quietly as she doodled in her journal. Her comedy mask had been broken again and drawing always helped her feel better. The ribbon character was drawing some slightly embarrassing sketches of herself being tickled silly. She had always wanted someone to gently tickle her, but she could never ask for it, so this was the next best thing.

Gangle was so deep into her doodles, she didn’t hear her door open or the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hey crybaby, Ragatha says I’m supposed to come apologize for breaking your mask again so- heeeey, whatcha drawing?” Gangle nearly threw herself off her bed at the sound of Jax’s teasing voice.

“J-Jax! Nothing, just doodles!” She stammered out, holding her journal close to her chest. If she could blush, she would have been beet red in the face. Jax raised an unconvinced eyebrow and snatched the book from Gangle, causing her to cry out in a panic.

“Jax no!” The resident bunny snickered as he opened the notebook. Luckily, the more embarrassing stuff was more in the center.

“What, you drawing something nasty? My, my Gangle, I didn’t think you were so dirty minded.” Gangle whimpered and tried to grab her journal back, while Jax wandered in circles while he flipped absently through the pages. He had to admit, most of the sketches were actually pretty good.

“Dang, kid. You aren’t half bad at this drawing thing. I’m sure Caine would love you to design something for new scenes or- oh! What’s this?” Jax’s rare compliment was cut off as he saw Gangles tickle art. He looked at the drawings and then at Gangle, who looked ready to sink into the very ground.

“J-Jax…. Please don’t tell the others.” She whimpered, twisting her ribbon hands nervously. Jax’s cheeky grin faltered a bit. He was torn- on the one hand, he totally wanted to tell the gang. On the other hand, he was worried that might break poor Gangle, and loathe as he was to admit it, he cared about her feelings.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell ‘em. Scouts honor.” Jax held up 3 fingers in a salute. Gangle relaxed a tiny bit.

“Yah know, if this is the sorta thing you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” Jax said, closing the book and setting it to the side. Gangle looked stunned.

“R-really? You don’t think it’s weird.” Jax’s grin returned.

“Oh, it’s weird as [BLEEP]. But that’s nothing new here.” Jax plunked himself on the bed next to the drama character.

“So! What’ll it be? You want me to, Yah know.” Jax raised his hands and wiggled his fingers at Gangle, who couldn’t suppress the tiniest giggle.

“U-Uhmmmm….. okay. Just be gentle?” Jax smiled brightly and stood.

“I’ll be right back! Don’t move.” Jax sprinted out of the room, leaving Gangle confused and flustered. What on earth was Jax up to? She didn’t have to ponder this very long before the rabbit came back with an armful of tickly supplies. The sight alone made Gangle feel strangely giddy inside.

“Jax…. Wh-what is all that?” She asked as the bunny laid everything out.

“Just a few supplies. Your drawings had a ton of this stuff, so I thought you might like ‘em.” Jax explained gesturing to the assortment of feathers, paintbrushes, and what looked a bit like makeup brushes.

“O-oh…l-…..Jax you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. It’s okay if you don’t want to do this.” Jax turned to face her, planting his fists on his hips.

“Are you kidding? What about me says I wouldn’t take this opportunity to mess with you?” Gangle fell silent. He did have a very good point.

“Now! Where to begin?” Jax drawled, pacing in a circle around Gangle, twirling a long feather between his thumb and index finger. He may have promised to keep her secret, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna tease her relentlessly. Gangle giggled nervously as she eyed him.

“J-Jahahax. Don’t do that!” Jax smirked cheekily at her.

“Don’t what? I’m just trying to find a perfect spot to attack first.” Gangle squeaked and hid her face shyly at the teasing. Jax grinned viciously and swiped the feather under where he chin would be, causing her to squeal.

“EEK! Jax it tickles!” She tittered uncovering her face so she could halfheartedly bat the rabbit away. Jax smiled and retracted the feather, checking to make sure Gangle was alright. She gave him a wobbly smile.

“Y-you stopped.” She remarked. Jax nodded.

“Want me to continue?” He teased, flicking the feather across where Gangles stomach would be making her flinch with a fit of giggles.

“Y-yehehahahah.” Jax beamed and switched his feather out for a paintbrush.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He replied using the brush to stroke shapes along Gangle’s mask, while his free hand skittered lightly between her middle ribbon loops making sure to keep his touch light, sending her into fits of bright laughter. When Jax switched tools again and used the makeup brush beneath her chin and along her jaw, Gangle squealed with laughter, hiccuping in between giggles.

“Jahahahax! *hic* Nohoho mohohore! Pleahehehease!” Gangle wrapped her satin hands around the bunny’s wrists and gently pushed, signaling that she was at her limit. Jax took the hint and ceased his tickles, dropping the brush.

“Heh, you okay Gangle?” He asked, while the masked character caught her breath.

“Hehehe yeah. Thanks Jax. I-I needed that.” She answered, smiling shyly at the purple rabbit. Jax waved her off.

“Hey, no problem. And, if you ever want more, you know,” Jax paused and wiggled his fingers lightly at Gangle,

“Just come visit your old pal Jax and I’ll getcha good.” Gangle nodded and smiled softly.

“O-okay. I’ll try.” Jax winked and stood.

“Oh, by the way. You really should smile more. Even without your comedy mask it’s nice.” Gangle made a flustered noise and chucked a pillow at Jax who ran out laughing. But she did feel much better and when she joined her friends for dinner, her comedy mask was fixed and waiting at her spot with a note that read,

“In case of emergency, here’s your smile.”

The small doodle in the corner was a messy self portrait of a certain rabbit. Gangle considered herself very lucky indeed.

A/N: Hey guys ! Thanks for reading! I was inspired by an incredible piece of art done by @unnamable-lee! The lee!gangle drawing they did was absolutely adorable, so naturally I had to write a fic for it. Hope you all enjoyed!

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impala-dreamer · 6 months

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Taking Over Me

A Supernatural Story

~Dean's guilty pleasure comes to life and Y/N gets tangled in the mix...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

3800 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Monster Fucking. Tentacles. All The Way Through Tentacles. Cum. Poison. Possession. Allll the fucked up things.

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Fresh from the shower, she hurried down the long hallway, bare feet slapping against the cool tiles. The towel knotted over her breasts was damp and a little too short, exposing more thigh than she usually would in the common areas.

If she rushed, no one would see her.

No one that wasn’t supposed to, anyway.

Bedroom number eleven popped open with a mere touch and Y/N slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. She spun and pushed herself back against the antique wood, staring across the pristine room at Dean who was lounging on the pillows. He was ready for bed, down to a single layer of a thin cotton tee and shorts. His long legs were bare and stretched out across the mattress, propping up his laptop.

He startled when the door shut, looking up from the screen with the guilt of a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar before dinner.

“Uh- hey-” He distracted her with a beaming smile while shutting his computer.

She was not fooled. “Whatcha doin’?” she asked with the tone of someone who already knew the answer.

Dean laughed awkwardly as his cheeks burned bright pink. “N-nothing. Weather- things.”

Y/N kicked back and pushed away from the door. “Weather things?”

Dean squirmed uncomfortably as she came close and clasped both hands on the computer, unable to move it from his lap. He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. There’s uh… tornados and stuff. Um. Gotta keep an eye on those, ya know.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Tornados, huh?” Clearing the distance between them, Y/N appeared at the side of the bed and looked down at him. The fabric of his shorts was stretched higher than the actual tent they’d pitched when camping a few months ago. She snatched the laptop away and he gasped. “You certainly seem very into weather events. I never knew that was such a passion for you.”

Dean scrambled to cover his lie and his dick.

“Well…” He grinned and clenched his teeth, at a loss. “Ya know… meteorology has always been a… secret, uh, it’s- it’s fun.”

Y/N snuck her finger between the laptop and lifted the screen. Very exaggerated and animated moaning flooded from the speakers and her eyes lit up in awe.

A tiny brunette was being utterly ravaged by what appeared to be all eight legs of a giant blue octopus. The woman screamed in unadulterated pleasure and a wave of cartoon fluids gushed from her extremely swollen and pink holes.

“Oh…”

Dean scrunched his eyes shut and then lurched for the computer. “It’s an art form! You can’t shame me for art.”

Y/N pulled the computer out of his reach and kept watching. “I’m not shaming. It’s just…” She tilted her head as two of the tentacles reached around to circle the woman’s tits, squeezing so hard her dark magenta nipples nearly exploded. “Wow. It’s… different.”

With her distracted, Dean managed to snatch the computer and tuck it under the bed.

“Hey!”

Dean sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on,” he said, “lemme have it.”

Y/N laughed gently and sat on the edge of the bed. “Babe, I’m not gonna tease you for your choice in pornography. I’m not Sam.”

Green eyes rolled and dimples popped above his lip.

“Really,” she assured him, leaning in and laying a hand on his thick upper thigh. “And believe me, if you saw some of my hidden folder things, you’d know I’m not able to judge.”

His brows lifted in interest.

She bit her lip and went on, laying it on thick. “I just… I don’t know, I was surprised you were in here taking care of yourself. I thought maybe tonight we were gonna…” Her fingers curled inward and she brushed her pinky over the base of his cock. “Ya know…”

Dean swallowed hard and his arms sank to his sides. “I wasn’t… doing anything,” he breathed, stomach tensing as her hand slipped inside the slit of his shorts. “Just watching. I was bored- you were in the shower a long time…”

“I was,” she admitted, slowly dragging her warm hand over his erection. He was near to pulsing under her touch and she popped up on her knees, shifting on the bed to get closer. “I was in there a long… long time.”

His lashes fluttered, his lips parted, chest heaved.

“Getting myself all clean and… smooth for you.”

She batted her eyes and Dean’s mouth watered.

“Smooth?”

Licking her lip, she took his right hand and placed it beneath the towel against her bare sex. Dean moaned as he felt the velvety flesh of her pussy and his heart pounded almost painfully.

“Fuck…”

He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth but Y/N released it, sucking a kiss over his wet mouth until he snapped and took over. He grabbed at the towel, tearing it away as he nipped at the soft flesh of her throat and below.

Y/N rolled onto her back and he followed, closing in on her like a starved wolf. He growled against her mouth and hissed when she locked her legs around his hips, jerking him forward with a hitched kick on the ass.

“Better than anime?” she whispered, licking at the tender flesh of his ear.

He nudged at her cunt, teasing and threatening all in one rough motion. “Oh, hell yeah…”

Dean woke up late, his old bones tired from a night of fun. He sat up with a cough and dragged a hand down his stubbled cheek, scratching at the shadow and wondering if he should bother shaving. Y/N might like a beard, he thought, and decided to give it another day at least. Just to test it out.

Y/N was whistling loudly, a familiar tune floating from her lips down through the hallways.

“Styx?”

Still groggy, Dean followed the sound, rubbing at his eyes when the walls began to undulate around him. He felt almost drunk, but soon shook it away when Y/N came into view.

“Come sail away… come sail away with me…”

She was bent over, ass pushed out high, digging through the archives in room 7B. Her whistle was intoxicating and Dean felt his blood rushing south. His ears rang with her song and he slipped into the room and slunk up behind her, grabbing her hips.

Y/N yelped and stood, falling back against his firm chest. “Dean!”

He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and took a tiny bite. “Mmm… mornin’.”

She could feel him stiffen against her ass and she pushed back against it, rubbing suggestively. “Morning nothing- it’s almost noon.” Her left hand snuck up and curled around the back of his head, holding his lips to her flesh. “You OK, sleepyhead?”

He breathed her in- dust and sweat and her fruity shampoo. He hummed happily. “Very…”

Her nails scraped along his scalp and ideas flooded his brain.

“Busy?” he asked, already envisioning slamming her up against the metal shelves and sinking so deep into her that he could see it in her eyes.

“Kinda.” She held up a small octagonal box. The brass was dark with age and she rubbed at the inlaid symbol on the top. “This is cool. I don’t know what it is, but the top thingy is pretty.” She rubbed it again and the tarnish moved beneath her fingers, clearing the brass.

Dean eyed it for a second and shrugged. “Never seen it before.” His lips pulled at her ear.

“Probably shouldn’t play with it,” she sighed. “Might have some evil creature trapped inside that could eat us alive.”

His hot breath fluttered into her ear and she shivered. “I could eat you alive,” he growled.

Y/N smiled and turned her head so she could lick at his hungry lips. “I guess I could take a break…”

Dean let out a moan that vibrated through her and Y/N rolled her hips back until they were both throbbing and aching. Reaching around, Dean lifted his left hand to her chest while the right slid between her thighs.

The box fell onto the cement and the ancient lock shattered at their feet.

“Fuck, Dean…”

Her pulse was racing beneath his lips, her pussy already dripping. He could feel her jeans dampen over his palm.

Close to feral, Dean tugged his hands away and grabbed her upper arms, spinning her around to face him. They scuffled over the floor, kicking at the box while they rearranged in each others’ arms.

Lost in a kiss, neither heard the brass lid creak open.

The neon glow that leaked out wasn’t seen as Dean shoved her back against the metal shelves and attacked, crushing her with every ounce of himself. He licked deep into her mouth, scratched down her sides, jerked a knee between her legs.

Y/N grasped at his shoulders, fingers curling into the gray flannel he wore. “God, Dean… need you so bad…” Her voice flowed through him and Dean grunted back, unable to find any words as he fumbled with two zippers at once.

The air in the room shifted. A slowly rising mist poured free from the box, illuminated by streaks of purple neon. The mist floated up around their ankles, but neither noticed.

She bit down into the bend of his neck, marking his shoulder with a tiny red crescent moon and he hissed against her cheek. “Fuck me, Dean…”

He grinned, eyes hazy and staring into her. “I’m tryin’-”

The cloud lifted around their hips and a strange warmth struck them both. Y/N’s exposed middle shivered with goosebumps as the mist touched her and she looked down with wide eyes that let in the fear.

“Dean-” She slapped his chest to get his attention.

“I’m workin’ on it,” he laughed, face buried in her hair as his hands struggled.

“No!” She grabbed his face and turned him downward. “Look!”

The fog was moving faster, climbing higher with every breath. It tickled her jaw and Y/N gasped, looking to Dean for help.

“What the fuck!”

Surprised, he took a step back and the mist enveloped Y/N. It sucked her down into a hazy mess of purple so thick that Dean couldn’t even make out the spot she’d been in.

“Y/N!”

She screamed and then fell silent. Dean spun on the spot, totally surrounded by the alien fog.

“Y/N!” He yelled for her and the mist crept in, filling his mouth and trickling down his throat. He choked on it, unable to move any air. He clawed at his throat, but there was nothing to move, nothing to break free from. The cloud lifted above his head, expanding to fill the entire room.

Dean’s head hit the cement and green eyes slammed shut.

He woke with a gasping breath, lungs aching and head throbbing. Tacky warmth was spread on the side of his face and he knew that he’d been bleeding. He tried to reach for the wound, but his hands were stuck, locked tight above his head by the enchanted metal cuffs that hung against the back wall of the dungeon.

Slowly, the room came into view and he shivered. The air was on full blast, pumping in through vents in the ceiling and casting down icy air into the stone lined room. He gave himself a quick shake to shed the dregs of unconsciousness blinked into the dim light.

Vision was not his friend and Dean cringed at the sight before him.

Y/N was lying on the cold floor in the center of the devil’s trap, her naked body displayed as if she were sleeping. Her hands were hung at her sides, her legs perfectly straight. Her eyes were still closed but she was breathing and Dean called to her.

“Y/N!” His voice bounced through the room but she didn’t stir. “Baby, come on. Wake up!”

Her lashes fluttered. Her throat tensed with a cough.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged, “wake up. Come on.”

She struggled to open her eyes, and when she did, panic filled them. She tried to move, but her limbs were numb, unresponsive.

“Dean?” She turned towards his voice, only her head able to move. Her eyes were wide and flooded with horrors he missed while passed out. “Dean! We have to get out of here. Now.”

Her breaths were heavy, pained. She tried to move again, but only managed to twist her left foot a bit to the right.

“Fuck! I can’t move!”

Dean took a breath and looked around. They were alone and the secret entrance closed. Something had put them in here to keep safe.

“We’re OK.” He swallowed hard. “Hey! Look at me, OK? We’re OK. We been in worse situations, right?”

He smiled but she wasn’t buying it. A tear slipped down her cheek and Dean’s heart ached.

“We’re gonna be just fine.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Right. OK.”

They looked into each other’s eyes, finding the will to stay calm within. He exhaled slowly and she mimicked, calming down for a moment.

It was a brief moment that shattered when the door creaked open.

“Dean?” Her heart raced, eyes shooting towards the entrance.

No one entered, but the light from the box glowed bright from between the metal shelves. Dean stared at the neon, trying to decipher his task. If he knew what he was up against, he could fight it. He couldn’t exactly punch the fog.

He grit his teeth and tugged at the chains. “Hello? Who’s there!”

Y/N drew in a scared breath and whimpered. “Dean…”

His eyes followed hers and his jaw dropped in awe.

Slithering through the gap in the portal was a long, slimy tendril. It was firm and thick, the color of an eggplant, and it moved across the floor like an eel.

Dean blinked in wonder as more appendages appeared, sliding through the crack in countless numbers until a swarm of squirming, slithering things darkened the edges of the devil’s trap. They skirted the red paint, looming within inches of Y/N’s paralyzed form.

Her jaw trembled and she grit her teeth to try and stay calm. Years of almost getting herself killed had taught her that panic helped no one.

Quickly, she looked up at Dean but he was as lost as she; there were no plans, no ideas. They were in trouble.

“Dean…”

The tentacles breached the sigil and Y/N screamed as two warm, wet things slid across her feet and wrapped themselves around her ankles. Tiny suckers on the underside attached themselves to her flesh, puckering and slurping, kissing her calves and feet.

Y/N’s breath caught. The sensation was almost pleasant, and she let herself relax a little.

Dean watched as the strands of flesh crawled up higher, slipping between and around her thighs.

“Y/N?” His heart was pounding, nerves on edge, and yet- he couldn’t stop watching. He clawed at the cuffs, yanked down hard on the chain, but his eyes never left Y/N. “Baby?”

Her eyes were heavy, lips parted with a deep exhale. “Dean… it’s… it’s OK…”

The arms twisted around her legs jerked suddenly and her knees fell open. A clipped moan left her lips and Dean’s stomach tensed.

“It’s so… warm…” She sighed and bit her bottom lip, keeping in a string of aroused noises. “Dean…”

He pulled hard on the cuffs and a single line of blood dribbled down his forearm. “Y/N… I can’t- It’s-”

Words vanished as a third tendril slinked between her legs and nuzzled at her cunt. Y/N cried out in shock but sank back down into blissful compliance as the suckers closed around her clit.

“Oh my god- Dean- it’s-”

His eyes were locked on her body, unable and unwilling to turn away.

“Oh, fuck!”

Y/N’s eyes rolled and another tentacle slipped in between her thighs, this one sinking without warning into her tight pussy. It jammed itself in deep and then expanded to fill her channel completely.

“Jesus Christ!” Her voice cracked as the invader pulled out just enough to let her juices flow freely before slipping back in. Her body tensed and her hips jerked upwards, moved by the tentacles.

Dean’s mouth watered despite his fear. The sound of the thing fucking into her rang in his ears and his cock twitched hard. The wetness squelched loudly and another slinking eel came around, sliding through the mess to nudge at her tightest hole. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t resist the arousal that zapped through his veins.

Y/N exhaled a shaking laugh as the monster filled her up. She tried to squirm away, to buck her hips to the rhythm of it moving, but she was locked in place, trapped by some magical bondage that she couldn’t explain.

More tendrils appeared, attacking her in ways that Dean couldn’t fathom. They attached themselves to her nipples, sucking with slurping hunger that made Y/N cry out with spasming pleasure. They tangled in her hair, coiled around her arms, her throat. They covered her eyes, blinding her from Dean, pulsed at her ears until she could hear nothing but the wetness and their suctioning kisses.

“Dean?” She tried to turn her face, to look for him, but it was all darkness. “Dean! They’re…”

A gentle buzzing sounded in the back of her mind and Y/N was distracted, listening to it intently.

Dean called to her, but she could no longer respond. The tentacles pushed and pulled at her flesh, twisted her limbs, puppeted each finger.

“They’re… taking over… me…” The buzzing was incessant and distracting. She held her breath as the thick snake in her cunt moved deeper still. She could feel it breaking through, plunging into stomach, fucking everything inside. There was no pain, only a deep, throbbing point of pleasure that radiated outward and blocked everything else out.

Panting and tense with guilty arousal, Dean stared at her stomach as the tentacle bulged in her lower belly. He could see the tip poking through, climbing upwards through her system. It crawled higher and Y/N gagged when it entered the base of her throat.

“Oh, god- Y/N!” His voice was strangled and his cock was stiff. He hated himself for watching, for not closing his eyes to the horror, but it was strangely beautiful and Y/N’s pleasured cries were alluring and intoxicating.

Her head jerked as the tendril passed into her throat and pushed across her tongue.

Dean gaped, eyes wide and staring. The tip slipped from her lips and pumped outwards like some alien tongue. It thrust in and out, pulling and pushing from her cunt to her mouth, flooding her body with its poison slime.

Gagging and suffocating, Y/N felt herself slipping into darkness. The buzzing grew louder and the suckers pulled harder. Her thigh quaked as she came and her muscles squeezed hard around the appendages, coaxing it to fuck her harder.

“Y/N!”

His voice faded into the background, so far away, so quiet.

The larger tentacle forced itself through her lips again and blue tinged liquid pulsed from the tip. It exploded from her mouth, choking her and covering her face and chest in a thick, oozing cum-like mess.

Dean shuddered, his body shaking as he came in his jeans, untouched and disgusted with himself, terrified for Y/N. He clenched his teeth and roared, using what little strength he had left to yank at the chains.

Y/N’s body twitched as the tentacles retreated. They slithered from her holes and untangled themselves from her limbs, setting her free.

Dean held his breath, watching her chest. She wasn’t moving.

“Y/N?”

His eyes flooded with wetness and he blinked a single tear that slid down his face, catching in the stubble.

“Y/N…”

Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she took a breath. Mechanically, she sat up and twisted to look up at Dean.

Her smile was unnatural and terrifying, her lips stretching too far up into her cheeks. Her eyes were wrong, the irises overtaken with neon purple light.

“Y/N?”

She stood, climbing to her feet with minimal effort. She opened her mouth and an unearthly tongue curled out, licking the cum from her face. She smiled again and cocked her head, regarding Dean.

“Thank you for the female,” she said, voice high-pitched and awkward. “She will be very useful.”

The metal cut into his wrists again and Dean raged, screaming for her as she walked away.

The shelves slid closed behind her and Dean was left alone in the cold darkness, confused and horrified.

“Y/N!”

“Dean! Hey!”

She slapped his cheek and he woke, jerking up and away from her. He kicked at the blanket and scrambled for his gun, a strangled cry dying in the back of his throat.

“Whoa!” Y/N pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands raised in surrender, her sleepy face twisted with worry. “Dean! It’s me!”

A deep breath pushed him back into reality. “Holy shit!” He scrubbed a hand down his face and popped his jaw, uncomfortable and still reeling. “That was a dream?”

Y/N blinked at him, confused. “Uh… probably. What the hell happened? You started kicking me and when I woke up you were twisted and screaming.”

The dream played tricks on him, tinting her eyes purple and snaking a tiny eel around her throat, but he pushed it away. He slapped his cheeks and rubbed at his eyes.

“Wow. That was insane.”

Settling, he leaned back against the headboard and opened his arms. Carefully, Y/N slid in next to him.

“Babe, you’re soaked through with sweat…” Y/N lifted the cotton from his chest and cringed. “Gross. You OK?”

He exhaled loudly and nodded, dropping his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah. Just a really… really fucked up dream.”

Y/N snuggled close and slipped her arm around his waist, making him jump.

“Wow, I guess it was.”

He laughed at himself and sighed. “Gotta stop watching all that hentia. It’s doin’ things to me.”

Y/N danced her fingers over his stomach and down. “Not all bad things…” Her hand slipped and she cupped his dick, rubbing gently.

Still on edge, Dean hissed and grabbed her wrist, carefully guiding her away. “Yeah. Not… not now… Bad. Bad things.”

Laughing sweetly, she set her arm back around his chest and cuddled close. “Maybe you should really be looking up tornadoes before bed. Those never gave you nightmares.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He smirked and rubbed a hand down her arm. “Definitely gotta lay off the monster fucking… for a while, anyway…”

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kisakis-boyfriend · 9 months

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Chifuyu wearing a virgin-killer sweater

Pairings: Chifuyu x Reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub!Chifuyu, cumming on clothing, Chifuyu teasing you a lil bit

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

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“I am not wearing that!” Chifuyu yelled in embarrassment, his face and the tips of his ears quickly turning beet red

“But it would suit you so well! You'd look really hot, Fuyu!” It was an innocent suggestion on your part, ok so not exactly innocent, but still! You couldn't escape this skimpy piece of clothing lately, it was all over the internet and you couldn't stop yourself from picturing your beloved in it...

“Not happening” He exclaimed, crossing his arms and leaning back onto the couch. It's not like you were gonna force him to wear it or anything, you just thought it'd look nice on him

“Fine” You threw your arms up in defeat. “But I still maintain the opinion that you'd look hot as fuck wearing that.” He rolled his eyes and grinned at your insistence, this wasn't the first time you suggested that he dress up in something revealing and it probably wouldn't be the last. He couldn't understand your fascination with seeing him in these weird outfits, but it was flattering in a way. The fact that your mind always came back to him whenever you looked at these things

“Wanna watch something together?” You suggested. Snuggling up against his side and putting your phone away. He nodded, browsing the different channels until you both agreed on something. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning your attention back to the tv

Chifuyu would be lying if he said that he didn't think about that stupid sweater for the next few days. Your words echoed in his mind whenever the thought came back around. Would he really look that good in it? He contemplated buying one, just for curiosity's sake. What would you do if he actually wore that around you? Based on your tone and the sincerity behind your eyes, he didn't think you would tease him. He knew you really did like the idea of him wearing this. Soooo... what's the harm in buying one just for the hell of it?

Chifuyu clicked on the link you had sent him the other day, browsing the different colours before deciding on a simple white. Now all that was left was to wait for it to arrive and try to keep it a surprise

That day came quickly, the package being delivered on a day when you were out doing something and wouldn't be back for another hour. Chifuyu had some time to try it on and see what the hype was all about. So he swiftly unboxed it and removed his shirt before slipping the sweater on. ...But could you really call it a sweater when there was so little fabric?! His entire back was exposed! Though he supposes that's the whole appeal, it's supposed to be revealing and tempting. Well, no turning back now, he was already wearing it and he was excited to see the look on your face when you realized what he was wearing

When you stepped into the building Chifuyu was sitting on the couch, he nonchalantly greeted you and you didn't yet notice his attire. It wasn't until he stood up to help you put something away that you noticed what was happening. Your eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape at the sight before you. “Uh, babe? Whatcha wearing?” You couldn't stop the growing smile on your face, too excited to see him in this getup

“What do you think it is?” He teased. Your eyes raked up and down his form, though the whole appeal of this was the view from the back, the view from the front was pretty nice too. He wore nothing else except the backless sweater, arms, shoulders, legs, and thighs on display for your eyes alone

“You know you can touch me, right? I did buy this just for you” His words snapped you out of your trance, suddenly realizing that you were breathing heavily and all but drooling over the sight before you. You stepped towards him and put your hands on his hips, pulling him in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around your neck instinctively, leaning his forehead against yours when your lips left his

Your hands quickly found his exposed back, trailing up his spine, causing his back to arch and pulling a pretty sound out of him. “Hey babe, turn around for me?” Chifuyu nodded, spinning around and pressing his ass up against you, leaning forward a bit then teasing you by grinding on your clothed erection

“Damn, you really do like how this looks on me.” He wiggled his hips playfully against you, not missing how you cursed under your breath and bit your lip to suppress the moans threatening to escape. “You gonna cum just from this? We haven't even done anything yet” Chifuyu chuckled, relishing in how easily you seem to be falling apart, panting like you're in a rut because of an item of clothing and a little pressure on your dick

“S-sorry it's just...fuck you're so hot right now” You panted. Every little thing about this situation adds to your increasing lust; the sight of Chifuyu's exposed back, the way his muscles flexed every time he arched for you. The way his hips met yours, grinding against your dick and causing it to rub against your pants, the tiny bit of friction coaxing precum out of you to dribble down your length. The way Chifuyu smirked when you bucked against him, amused by your neediness, he loved seeing you lose your composure because of him

“Hey, w-will you um...will you humor me for a minute?” Blushing, you rested your hands on his hips. Chifuyu tilted his head at your request

“Will you...pose for me? Just a lil bit?” Pose for you? An odd request, though he was intrigued by what you had in mind

“Sure, just don't make them super embarrassing” He agreed, waiting for further instructions

“They're not, it's just...the way I pictured you when I thought about you wearing this” You were a bit embarrassed to admit that out loud...though it was kind of worth it since he agreed to indulge your fantasy

“Get down on your knees for me?” The softness in your voice made Chifuyu melt, it was obvious by the slight hesitation in your tone that this was embarrassing for you to say out loud. “Now pull the bottom of the sweater down, like you're trying to cover yourself”

“Like this?” He tugged the hem down, covering his member and spreading his thighs a bit. You nodded, flushing once again at the sight of him in such a coy pose. As if he could read your mind, he raised the back of his other hand to his lips, pretending to act shy, the small mewl you made caused him to smirk again. Well aware that you were absolutely lovestruck

“You're too good at that...” You breathed. “Will you turn around for me now? Show me that pretty ass?”

Chifuyu complied, now on all fours, sticking his ass up in the air for your viewing pleasure. He really did have the cutest butt...so plump and squishy. In your more dominant moods you loved to smack it and watch it jiggle from the impact, or bury your face in between those pretty cheeks while you groped them, pulling moan after moan out of him

You couldn't hold back anymore. You needed to touch him so badly, needed to feel some sort of relief after being teased by his perfect body. You unzipped your pants and kneeled down behind Chifuyu, freeing your stiff cock and resting it in between his cheeks. “Ah–! Woah you're really excited...I'm not prepped yet tho-”

“Shh, shh, I know. I'm not putting it in yet, baby” You reassured, rubbing his back to soothe him. You then brought your hands down to his hips, yanking him closer to you and beginning to rub your cock against his hole. Chifuyu moaned as you used him to get off, the feeling of you rutting against his ass caused a surge of heat to spread throughout his body

“Fuck...Fuyu you look so good like this–” Your hips continued to thrust against him, smearing his ass with your precum. “My sweet little doll, dressed up...nngh—!! J-just for me...” His hands grasped at the floor as you sped up, sliding against his hole while he threw his hips back to meet your thrusts, his arms threatened to give out from the relentless pace you set

“F-fuck, Fuyu I'm gonna–!! ” You cried out, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his back, letting some of it drip onto his ass too. You both panted, taking a moment to get your bearings, Chifuyu turned his head to pout at you for making such a mess...you looked at him apologetically, scratching the back of your head and weakly laughing

He's definitely making you clean up after you're done, and he's not letting you leave until you've made him cum too 😡

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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PLEASE I NEED A HOBIE X DEADPOOL READER 😭🙏🙏

Idk I've been waiting for so long and no one came up with it I feel dumb

Anyways have a great day i love your stories ♥️😭

Pretty boy

Basically it’s the x-force, but everyone is gender swapped

You walked down the streets, thinking nothing of it really. It was supposed to be a chill day, with a few of your teammates.

“Why’d you call us here?” A tired and annoyed domino asked.

“Well, I’m so glad you asked, because we, my lovely team, are going to go out to… drumroll please… dinner!” You said, with jazz hands.

“You called us here… for dinner?” Domino asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He started to walk away when you grabbed his arms.

“Pleaseeee? C’mon.”

He looked at you again, and rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He sighed.

“And I invited weasel.” You pointed to her, she smiled.

“She’s not on the team-“

“Too bad, she’s my friend.” You said, wrapping an arm around her.

“This is dumb.” Shatterstar said.

“Well, I’m here to talk about something important, so let’s go.” You said, and started leading them all.

“Reservation for me.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

You blinked.

“I’m… you seriously don’t know me?” You took out your phone and started typing.

“Just tell the woman your name.” Shatterstar said, annoyed.

“Y/n Wilson..”

“Right.. well, you can’t really bring weapons in and stuff..” she pointed to your katanas, and all of your teammates other weapons.

“Listen, lady, we are heroes-“

“We’re not heroes.” Domino interrupted.

“Shh, I’m trying to lie.”

“Anyways, it’s impossible to not have heard of us and-“

꧁꧂

Meanwhile, on earth 2099, Miguel was rounding up three people.

“Pavitr, Hobie, and Gwen.” He said, looking at the three of them.

“This is a serious mission, so no goofing off or whatever.”

“Dunno whatcha mean, we never goof off.” Hobie snickered.

“Let me finish. These anomaly’s have been running around for years, and somehow have managed to stay off our radar. I need you to go, round them all up, and bring them in for questioning.”

“One of them, Y/n Wilson, or Deadpool, has healing powers, she’s extremely slippery and we’ve caught her once before she slipped away, stealing multiple watches while doing so.” He gave them the file of you.

You were holding a peace sign, while smiling in the pictures. Then in the other one, flicking the man off. Your mask was off, your suit was still on however.

“I like her.” Hobie nodded to himself when he got handed the file.

Miguel glared at him.

“Just don’t get distracted.” He said, and sent them off.

꧁꧂

“Alright, so it’s like multiple others?”

“Around 5, or 6. Don’t know if they’re all together though.” Pavitr said.

“5 or 6- some of these people are wayyy older than us, why’d we get sent for this?” Gwen asked, as they swung around.

“Y/n!!” They heard one person say. You were in your suit, eyes wide as people started to surround you all.

“This is gonna look great for my insta.” You nodded to yourself, taking out your phone and taking a picture with everyone in it.

Your first name was public, just not your last name.

“I was your 7000th follower.” One girl said, you laughed and you didn’t see the three spider people behind you.

“How many followers does she have?” Gwen asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Is her first name just.. public?” Pavitr said.

“So like barely a secret identity?” Hobie continued.

“Huh.”

“Well, we just have to wait until she’s away from all these people.”

“Looks like her teammates are going away though..” Hobie said, looking at Domino and Shatterstar going away, as Weasel stayed next to you.

“Uh, okay, we just focus on her and then-“

“No, you guys get them, and I will get y/n. I gotta plan..” he said.

Gwen and Pavitr looked at each other.

“All right, man. Whatever you say, just be careful.” Pavitr said.

“Yeah, she’s easy. I’ll be fine.”

Hobie followed you, taking his mask and suit off quickly so he was left in his regular clothes.

He pretended to not look, and accidentally run into you. You were scrolling on your phone as you talked to weasel.

“Yeah, and honestly-“ you were interrupted when someone touched your arm, you looked back quickly to see a guy. He looked at you, and quickly apologized.

“Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile.

“Nah, you’re- you’re fine..” you said, he was attractive. And it made you.. anxious?

“Names Hobie.” His thick English accent clear as he put his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m gonna… go. Got work to do.” Weasel said, with a sly smirk. You shook his hand and looked back to weasel.

While you were looking, Hobie messed with his watch to see the message that Pavitr sent him and Gwen.

‘Got one of them, but he’s angry so you guys gotta hurry up.’

Hobie sent a thumbs up, and quickly looked back at you. He hid his watch back in his jacket.

“So, what’s the job?” You asked quickly.

“Wh- what job?” He asked.

“How much cash we talkin..? Cause last time I got screwed over honestly.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just tell me the job.” You said.

“Uh… 1000, in cash, can get it to you tomorrow.” He said, now understanding what you meant. You did work for money.

“Depends what I gotta do.”

“Just gotta break in this guys house, get a file on his computer."

“Oh. Well that’s easy. I do those all the time.” You said, and pulled out your phone.

“You know the address?”

“No… but I know where it’s at.”

You shrugged “show me the way.”

He walked and walked, you got tired after a while and finally Hobie turned to an alley.

“The house is in an alley?” You cocked your eyebrow.

He webbed you up to the wall, as you groaned.

“Another one of you spider people? Seriously? Here I was thinking a cute guy just wanted me to do a mission for him or something.” You whined, and looked at the floor in defeat.

“Cute?”

“You’re not ugly.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. Seen ya files.” He snickered.

“You like them? Great pictures I think. That guy was an asshole. Seriously.”

“He’s even worse when you spend all day with him.” Hobie rolled his eyes.

“I feel bad for you. You could come with me. I’m not bossy.” You said, and looked up at him.

“While I would love to take up that offer, can’t, cause then boss man’s gonna hunt me down.”

“Who cares? All the spider people I’ve met are sooo stuck up. Cute usually, even the boss was cute, but stuck up.”

He looked at you again, and thought about it for a moment.

“Cute? He’s anything but cute.”

“Eh.” You shrugged. “You’re cuter.” You said.

Your voice was sweet, voice dripping in honey and he really just wanted to take off your mask. So, he walked towards you and sat next to you. He took off your mask, you were even more beautiful in person.

He stared at you for a moment, and he didn’t notice you slightly moving to him, and your sharp katanas moving with you. You moved your body to kiss him, his eyes widened but he kissed you back.

When he was distracted, you used your hands currently behind your back and moved your katanas, which ripped the webs.

You got up, and smirked as you walked away from the kiss.

You took out the gun from your hip, and pointed it to him.

“It was great, pretty boy. Hope to see you soon.” You blew him a kiss, before running away.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. Realizing the deep shit he was in. He had let you get away.

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Kinda wanna make a part two…

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azurexxstrawberries · 4 months

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Jealousies | Part 2 | Tsukasa x Reader

AGAIN I AM SO SOS SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT I AM NO LONGER SICK AND I CAN WRITE NOW

sooooo i have trouble writing in tsukasa’s perspective because he’s always so unserious about stuff lol

i probably didn’t capture him right :(

I was simply sitting idly beside the radio, legs propped up on the table, and a pen sticking out of my mouth, when the door suddenly flung open!

It was such a shock seeing you there, and extra points because you were all dressed up.

Strange.

Probably, maybe, nothing to worry about.

I looked at you up and down.

“Are you all dressing up now, just for me? Are you? **Are you**?”

You turned away, puffing your cheeks.

“No, you idiot. Why would I suddenly start dressing up for ***you*** of all people?”

I sorta just sat there for a few seconds, my mouth slightly open. How could you say that, to ***me***?

“…Ya didn’t have to word it like that, yknow.”

“What else am I supposed to say then?”

“C’mon, just tell me whatcha up too if ya wanna make it up to me!”

“I- I- Fine. I’m going on a date, happy?”

I really didn’t know how to respond to that.

Y/N, going on a date?

I *really* didn’t expect that.

And it kinda hurt.

I clutched onto her dress, a mock pout on my face.

“Nooo~ Don’t go Y/N!”

“Let go, you-“

“I don’t wanna~” I stuck out my tongue. “I guess you’re just gonna be stuck here, Y/N!”

“You’re such an annoyance. I’m going, Tsukasa.”

Well ok, she’s mad at me now. Great.

“But I wanchu to stay here.”

“I *highly* doubt that you mean it.”

“Pleaseee Y/N~ I mean it, I really do~”

“…You’re such a hindrance.” *You rolled your eyes. “Fine. I guess… I‘ll just go another day, since you probably won’t let go if I do.” A slight red tinge appeared on your face. “And I guess I’ll just have to spend the evening here.”

“Yayy! Thanks sooo much Y/N!”

I wrapped my arms around your waist.

“I-it’s ok I guess.”

…

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fictionalcharactergraveyard · 1 month

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The gang + Shepards x traditional goth reader whom everyone thinks is a witch, and there are rumors about her

Ponyboy

low-key thinks about you a lot

at first it’s pure curiosity

then it turns into daydreaming

and when he hears you’re a witch

he’s like “…that’s hot.”

“what?”

“NOTHING.”

ofc you 2 get paired up for a project

You guys like some of the same books

And stargazing

And Pepsi

After Darry and Sodapop find out about his crush they tease him and low key set you two up for a date

it’s so fun

You guys see a horror movie

And when you get jumpy you cling to him

And he does the same to you

And then you two share kisses

All is fine until he gets home and finds out he has black lipstick marks all over his face

And gets “use protection” talk from Sodapop while Darry tries not to laugh (Soda doesn’t wanna become an uncle yet guys)

Johnny

he’s in the lot and sees you walking

He low key panic until you say hi

And he’s obsessed with your voice

You 2 end up talking a bit and you joke about how people think you’re a witch

He says “I believe it.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, how else can someone be so beautiful?”

You fs paint his nails

And play with his hair

You each end up scaring each others bullies off

You love kissing his scars

Dally

Hits on you

And when you get mad he just laughs

“Whatcha gonna do? Curse me?”

“I might.”

Then you walk away

He plays it cool

But he’s low-key like

“Wtf did they do-“

You two run into each other again at a party

Buck threw and and your friends with his cousin

He sees you and starts to flirt

You flirt back bc why not

“Damn Dally, you going for the wicked witch now huh?” One of the guys there says

Man almost got punched

You found it hot

Darry

You found him very hot

Daddy issues/j

Yet you didn’t want to flirt

He fs has a partner

Or so you thought

Man is STARING

Loves how you look

You catch him staring and he tries to recover

Tries

You “accidentally” bump into him

And nearly fall in the process

He grabs your waist and holds you

Omg he’s stronggg

You act start stammer and are like: “jfc he thinks I’m so stupid-“

And then he just asks you out

Right then and there

And you say yes

🤭

Sodapop

You go to the DX

And get some snacks

Sodapop is like “huh, there’s that witch chick”

And then when you check out and smile

It’s over

He needs you NOW

He needed you yesterday

He gives you free things

“I can pay-“

“No need. I don’t need to be jinxed now, do I?”

You giggle

Man has a goofy smile

Yaps abt you sm oml

Y’all are cute FR

Two-Bit

Says sm jokes

Like omg

“Hey! Heading back to the cemetery?”

“You got any voodoo dolls on ya?”

“Did you drug me with a love potion, or am I just falling too fast?”

You try not the laugh but you do

When you 2 kiss man is COVERED in black kiss marks

And doesn’t wash it

“TwoBit clean it -“

“But how am I supposed to show Im under your spell?”

You make a joke or two and he DIES

Y’all are so sweet oml

Steve

You 2 meet in October

“Ain’t it a little early for Halloween costumes?”

“Ain’t it a little early to wear Frankenstein masks?”

After a brief starting contest you 2 laugh and you get your slushie in peace

You go to a Halloween party and see him

He’s not really dressed up

Youre a sexy vampire COUGH

You decide to join in ‘spin the bottle”

And you land on Steve

You guys kiss

And again

Then you decide “fuck it” and head to his car to make out

Tim

Man’s cat calling

It’s an art to him at this point (thanks to dally)

You tell him to shove it

And he starts walking beside you

“Ain’t your eyes supposed to glow when you’re mad?”

You just stare at him

Then you kick him in the nuts and run

He gets mad respect for you after that

Turns out you guys like the same songs

You guys do (very bad) karaoke

It’s fun

Curly

Met in detention

You punched a chick

He jumped a soc

You guys started talking

And got on like a house on FIRE

It’s scary oml

You two make out a lot

Pony wants to die

Y’all PDA

When he’s in reform you visit and send letters

He tries to write letters back

And make them as nice as yours

He can’t tho

Angela

puppy crush FR

She thinks your so cool

And pretty

And when you ask her out she’s like

“I’m in heaven”

After a threatening “conversation “ with Curly and Tim they’re fine with you hanging out

You 2 do each others make up

And go shopping together

And scream to music

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cultofdixon · 2 years

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I’m right here, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being his girl is everything. He’d do anything for you. But when you stopped going on runs every now and then, he did as well trailing you like a puppy. Doing his best to take care of you even when you didn’t tell him what was wrong at first. Little did he know that his life was gonna change • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Scars / Injuries / Sleep Deprived / Anxiety / Talks of Pregnancy / Pregnancy & Birth / Terminus

“Yo! What’re you think you’re doin’” Daryl stops the younger Grimes from getting into the car as Carl pushes his hand off.

“Y/N convinced my dad to let me go on a run. To get an idea of what I’ll be able to do when I’m a little older.” Carl starts readjusting his hat. “Even if I am just another look out for now”

“And where’s Y/N?” Glenn asks before Daryl could even, as the two watch Carl shrug for an answer. Rick told him he could go, not Y/N. All she did was the convincing and Daryl only wanted to know why from somebody who doesn’t know the answer. “Hey, want me to ask Maggie to check on her? Before we head out?”

“Mhm” Daryl nods, going to get his bike set up for the run as Glenn quickly ran to their guard tower to ask Maggie.

The closer Glenn got, he suddenly stopped seeing Maggie talking to Y/N. He wasn’t close enough to hear anything and he wasn’t the type to pry unless he really needed to. But when Y/N locked eyes with Glenn giving him a small smile and a wave before letting him talk to his girl. Maggie couldn’t help but keep her worried expression on her face watching Y/N go before turning to Glenn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?”

“You’re supposed to be on a run, are you sick? Hurt? Why—-“

“Ok ok. Nothing is wrong with me. But Y/N was switched out with Carl for the run and I asked Daryl if he wanted me to ask you to keep an eye on her…cuz we know Daryl isn’t the type to ask himself yknow”

“‘Course” Maggie laughs a tad as her smile fades. “Keep an eye on him for her then, okay Glenn?”

“Of course” Glenn smiles giving her a kiss then finally left on his way to go on the run.

Y/N not coming meant he can’t keep an eye on her. Can’t check in on her in his silent usual way. Can’t show her what he finds that reminds him of her. So, he’s angrier than usual on that run and the others chose to not get in his way.

Well. Except Carl.

“What exactly do you look for? Glenn has the list of the necessary goods”

“Mmm”

“Looking for…more arrows? Makes sense. Could also make’em. Carol and Y/N showed me how to do a specific knot to prevent too much movement”

“Mmm” Daryl turns toward Carl glaring at him to stop but just like his dad. He never does.

Glenn was loading up the car of the stuff he managed to find watching Carl trail behind Daryl like a puppy. This kid was never gonna be a look out. He may be older but he still had that tendency kids have to ask a million things and always have the energy to do so.

“Imagine when him and Y/N finally have a kid, would be trailing him just like Carl” Sasha laughs adding her few things as it clicked to Glenn.

“Uh. Can you go tell them to hurry up while I sweep the pharmacy one last time?”

“Sure man” and as she started walking over, Glenn sprinted to the pharmacy.

“Woulda stop asking me so many damn questions! I’m not a Whatcha call it—Library!” Daryl exclaims getting a laugh from Sasha as she approaches. “What!”

“Nothing nothing. Just funny” Sasha gestures Carl to get for a moment. Leaving the two to whatever Daryl was doing. “Trying to find something for your lady?”

“Why”

“I’m just curious” She shrugs walking beside him for a moment as Daryl started mumbling to himself that didn’t go unnoticed but he also wasn’t going to start that conversation. “Okay, what’s wrong? I know she was supposed to come instead of the Grimes kid”

“Do y’all normally not go to your partner for the problem? Or what” Daryl frowns thinking something is wrong and Y/N didn’t go to him for it.

“Depends. If you did something, definitely need another opinion before talking it out with you. But anything else. I don’t know. Do you normally react badly or normally? Cuz that can determine if she goes to you—-“ Sasha watches the worry and anxiety get to him just by looking into his eyes. “Daryl, man, I don’t know okay? Y/N talks to you more than anybody else. She probably just didn’t want to go on this run”

“Coulda told me…” Daryl turns away from Sasha after spotting something to quickly get a hold of it.

Once they returned from their run, Daryl felt a bit better spotting Y/N happily waiting for him where he kept his bike. He quickly parked and tried his best not to be too excited around the others when his girl drew closer. Even if she did wrap her arms around his torso and shower him in kisses. Trying to keep the stern look on his face was soon defeated after a few smooches that he just had to return a few to a now laughing Y/N.

Maggie smiles warmly toward them while approaching her man. She gave Glenn a kiss before tugging him aside away from anybody who could be listening.

“I need yea to go back out there for somethin’. Could be later with nobody or on the next run but nobody can know”

“Uh. I think I’m a few steps ahead of you there” Glenn takes his backpack off to show Maggie what he got back there that wasn’t on the list.

“I did not tell you nothing!”

“I know! I’m just assuming here!”

“Shit. Just. Give it to me in our cell, but nobody can gain the suspicion toward them or us. Definitely not us”

“Not yet at least” Glenn teases as Maggie smacks his chest rolling her eyes playfully.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face watching the two for a moment before being pulled back into her own bubble with the love of her life. Daryl started to grumble as he kisses the top of her head a few times.

“Missed yea”

“It was only one run”

“Mhm” He brought one of his arms around her shoulders keeping her close to him. Resting his chin on top of her head. “You were replaced with a chatterbox”

“Carl ain’t that bad…you just have to answer the kid. You know his dad won’t” She rest her head comfortable against his chest not wanting to separate for a second as Daryl didn’t move a muscle knowing what she was doing.

Y/N always loved listening to his heartbeat, even when they weren’t something. She joined the group alone and only felt comfortable with Daryl, something about him made her feel safe. That one time when he found her mentally suffering back in their tent days, he held her and told her to listen to his heart beat.

Take a second and just…listen

And she instantly felt better after doing so.

“Ya feeling alright?” He whispers catching her out of her thoughts, only hearing a ‘mhm’ from her as she kept a hold of him. “You can tell me anythin’ yknow”

“I do, and I’m gonna…when I find the words”

He understands that. Not being fine and not being able to find the right words in expressing that. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to worry even more. Remember…this is his girl talkin’. He already had a level of worry toward her and now this is just adding on.

“You’re starting to worry him”

“Oh am I now? I couldn’t help but notice” Y/N laughs a little pointing out Daryl staring from across the quad of the prison.

Carol couldn’t help but wave and watch him freak internally, quickly turning his gaze away making her laugh herself. “He’s smitten for you and you’re not telling him what’s wrong”

“If I’m being honest…physically, I know…but mentally, I don’t know what to do or say about yeah…”

“Did you…get one?”

“Apparently. Glenn got me one before Maggie could even ask him”

“You are glowing” Carol teases knowing a part of Y/N would want this but with how the world is now how could she? “You shouldn’t have to stress yourself out about it, hun. I’ll keep your man busy for a few minutes and you can go take the test. But I’d go now before he’s willing to knock even me over to get to you”

With a quick eye roll and a squeeze of Carol’s hand, Y/N left the outdoor kitchen they had set up to go do what she needed to do. And just like Carol guessed it, Daryl started to walk over. Given her word, she quickly blocked Daryl’s line of sight until Y/N was completely gone. He whispered out a shit while Carol laughs a bit.

“What? I need your help with somethin’”

“It can’t wait?”

“Nope!” Carol locks arms with the archer and started to walk a bit away from the prison.

Inevitably ending up in the gardens for a good five minutes when Carol turns to the prison seeing Y/N step out.

“Welp. I didn’t need yea”

“What the fuck!”

“Shhhh children live here”

“WE ARE OUTSIDE AND I DIDNT SCREAM IT” now that was heard by everybody who was outside and in ear shot. Y/N couldn’t help the laugh escaping her but more than just her laughter catch other’s attention as she had tears rolling off her cheeks.

Before Rick could even check on her himself, Maggie shot right past him and took care of it. She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders heading back inside the prison and letting her have her moment.

How could one have a life from the past, during the hell of the apocalypse?

Y/N didn’t go on the next few runs. Drove Daryl insane but he wasn’t not given some excuse. He believed the first few times with chores being given to her around the prison, or the time she told him she was going to check the traps around the prison with Rick, and obvious times where she didn’t look well enough to go.

Daryl came back from the latest run with a few things in hand specifically for his girl. He parked his bike had expecting Y/N to be waiting for him but when he heard her whistle at him from one of the towers, he knew where to go.

“Rick got you in the watch towers?”

“I asked, and Maggie told him about me collapsing earlier at the fences. Told me to do something that doesn’t require me in the heat or over-working myself”

“You collapsed? Have you seen—“

“Hershel. Yes, just dehydrated…” Y/N closes the door once Daryl got through setting his crossbow down. He didn’t say anything in response to that, but acted on it by giving her his canteen even when she had her own. “I’m fine though…I prom—-“ She stops seeing Daryl take out something from his pack that she didn’t even realize that now would be the moment to talk about it. “…ise….Daryl. Where did you—-“

“Last run we found an untouched pharmacy. Barely nothing but found one of these and just. Yknow…Panicked at the thought of it but had to…get one” Daryl was awkward. Who isn’t awkward when holding a pregnancy test in hand. He didn’t think about the possibility until they did that run and it connected with how Y/N has been feeling.

She couldn’t help it. The tears threatening to spill just from hearing he panicked at the thought of her being pregnant. Well, she is. So now how is she supposed to be okay about it.

“I-I don’t need one…” Y/N frowns feeling a few tears escape making her quickly wipe them away before Daryl could gently take a hold of her face caressing her cheeks. “I found out a few weeks ago…and I’m a-afraid you’re going to leave me”

Daryl wanted to scream. Not because she’s pregnant, but because she thinks he’d leave her for it. He wished he met her before he’ll broke loose. Wished this ever happened. Wish they had this moment without the fear coursing through them of reality as it is now.

When he didn’t say anything, Y/N only continued to cry and tried pulling away but he immediately brought his hands to her waist gripping tight onto her shirt keeping his gaze down as she looks at him. She froze the second she heard sniffles as she carefully brought her hands to his face making him look at her through tears.

“I love you, I won’t leave yea. Ever.” He chokes up on his tears pulling her flush against his chest hiding his face in the crook of her neck. “‘M gonna me a dad…I w-won’t be good at it but—“

“You’ll be perfect…I know you will”

When the flu went through the prison, that’s when everybody found out. Because Daryl would yell at everybody who had symptoms and came anywhere near Y/N. Congratulations of course, but shit was happening and things took priority most moments. Daryl was already over protective of his partner but now it’s at an astronomical level, that when he had to go on a run to get the medicine…he couldn’t stop thinking about the negative possibilities of what could happen to her when he’s gone.

Finding her in her cell, unscathed by the flu…only brought him relief. Daryl quietly approaches her sleeping form lifting the blanket up for him to slide in beside her. Y/N stirred slightly, smiling a bit to him joining her on her cot.

“Everybody okay?”

“Mhm. Got shit in time.” Daryl gently grazes his fingers against her bump feeling her move closer to him the best she could given how big she was. “Clingy huh?”

“Mhm…missed my man”

He couldn’t help the smile that slowly crept onto his face when she said that.

“Missed my sunshine”

“‘M right here” She smiles bringing her lips to his for a short but sweet kiss. “We’re not going anywhere any time soon..”

“Y’all better…” Daryl chuckles a bit kissing her forehead and keeping her close to his person. Not ever wanting to let go…

Then he did…

“We’ll reconnect with everybody again. Promise!”

“You don’t know that” Daryl frowns staring at the fire he made for Beth and him as he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

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“DARYL—-“ Y/N cries out to him trying to break from Tyrese’s grasp as he was protecting her from the oncoming gunfire.

Daryl physically froze in his place, feeling Beth tug on him to get out of there while his gaze glued on his girl. He felt his heart break watching her fade from view. He wanted to run through the gunfire and go with her but Beth’s hold on him kept him from killing himself just to give Y/N only a moment left with him.

“Daryl she wouldn’t do good with you dead”

That’s what broke him out of his frozen state to run out of there with Beth ahead of him.

________

“This place…doesn’t sound safe, Carol. You shouldn’t go in there alone”

“And you’re volunteering? You carrying Dixon Jr? Daryl wouldn’t forgive me or anybody if I left anything happen to you in that place. Besides. You are caring for Judith and Tyrese is taking care of this asshole” Carol frowns watching Y/N try her best to cover up her tears while holding a fussing Judith. “I’ll get them out safe. Do my best…”

“Please…please don’t get hurt, Carol”

“I’ll do my best”

The second Daryl locked eyes with Carol, his anxiety got the best of him but in that moment he felt relieved to have his friend back. Carol grasped onto him the second he brought her into his embrace.

“She’s going to cry even more when she sees you, compared to when I found her” Carol whispers to Daryl feeling him tighten around her as his mind raced with her words. Of course Carol found Y/N, but part of him needed to see it for himself of course…

When the group made its way to the small house, Tyrese stepped out with Judith in hand as Rick and Carl picked up the pace running over to the two. But the small group blocked both his and Y/N’s sight on the other…

Daryl stopped moving like he did back at the prison. Trying to wrap his head around the fact that she’s right there. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that formed and spilled instantly at the sight of Daryl standing there, she didn’t even get far for him to come bolting over taking her into his protective embrace.

“I’m right here, sunshine”

“Please always find me…please”

“Fuckin’ promise”

•

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Maggie couldn’t help but worry for Y/N, given she’s about to be six months and the group had suffered another loss being Beth, Y/N felt the answer was obvious but also that Maggie was the wrong person asking.

“I should—-“

“No, you’re pregnant. Even in this hell you should get rest…and not stress about somebody like me”

“Shut up” Y/N took her hands into hers squeezing them. “If I wasn’t pregnant you’d still say that to me when I have every right to worry and stress about my family. You’re hurting and are allowed to feel everything you’re feeling around me. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” she rests her forehead against Maggie’s letting her cry in the comfort of her friend.

When the group endured a harsh storm in a barn after a few weeks of traveling, they were hostile and protective of each other when Aaron made himself known to the group.

“It’s a safe place” Aaron says for the millionth time as he turns to lock eyes with Y/N and of course that sparked— “It’ll be safe for your baby, and hers when she gives birth. We’ll keep them sa—-“ he stops when Daryl threatens a knife on him without any protests form the others.

“You think I can’t keep my girl and my unborn baby safe?”

“I-I never said that. Never implied that either. I’m just stating facts that our community is safe within the walls and it’ll be a safe place to give birth in. I-I can’t really stop you from doing what you want to do. But I’ve been watching your group for sometime and know that our community would welcome all of you”

The guy continued to ramble and more for the sake that he wouldn’t get killed. Daryl only removed the knife when Y/N winced a bit to her discomfort signaling him to return to her as Maggie followed his action. It didn’t go unnoticed by Rick and if what Aaron was saying was true, she could be comfortable in this community giving birth compared to a bible story comparison.

When the group arrived to Alexandria and had to surrender their weapons along with taking interviews. Deanna watched Daryl pace around the room not answering a single question as she rises from the couch giving him a stay put look before entering the front foyer of the house gesturing for Y/N to join them. He quickly approached his girl helping her sit where Deanna wanted him to sit.

“Think cuz she’s here I’ll talk?”

“You just did” Deanna laughs a bit turning on the camera as Y/N didn’t like this either, but something kept her from talking.

Daryl did answer a few questions while holding Y/N from behind the chair feeling her latch onto his forearm. He couldn’t tell if it was her anxiety, or if there was more to it.

“Your name is Y/N right? You’ve been with this group since the beginning?”

“Mhm” Y/N took a deep breath looking away from Deanna feeling Daryl’s arms tighten around her. “C-Can I leave please?”

“Alexandria?”

“This room” Y/N shook rising to her feet as Deanna noticed her behavior and it wasn’t entirely toward her. Deanna held her hand out only for Y/N to instantly latch onto it as the other had a death grip on Daryl.

“Hun, is this your first child? and you don’t trust us so you’re trying to keep it together but you are indeed in active labor?” Wow. Two kids under the belt and somehow she’s an expert. But that is indeed what was happening and Y/N didn’t trust anyone except her group, so she was hoping to keep it together until they had a plan.

But the mini Dixon had other plans.

The group scrambled a bit at the situation which only stressed out Y/N and caused Daryl to snap at people. When Deanna got Y/N to the infirmary she called for the resident surgeon at the community, he must’ve helped delivered a kid at least once in the “before”. But the vibes this guy gave off and what he needed to do, made Daryl uneasy.

“You’re gonna what?!” Daryl snaps standing in between Pete and his girl who was growing more uncomfortable in the bed.

“I need to check how far along she is and since we don’t have the machines to do it, I have to insert my fingers—-“

“Oh FUCK no” Daryl grabbed Pete’s collar pushing him back as he held his hands up defensively.

Y/N winces as she sat up glaring at the two in the situation they’re in. “Get Maggie, Daryl please get Maggie”

“I don’t think she’s trained in—-“

“Shut your motherfucking mouth and get MAGGIE” Y/N yells at the two causing them both to panic a bit as Daryl practically tossed Pete out of the infirmary before stepping out himself.

“She can’t do it by herself”

“Y/N isn’t gonna let this fuckin’ stranger anywhere near her and frankly I don’t either—-“

“I have the medical training and from what I’m hearing, she’s the daughter of a vet. May know some things but not enough for this”

“Then walk me through it” Maggie interrupts. “We all know Daryl will cut your fingers off touchin’ his girl. So you’ll walk me through it. Ain’t my first…birth but this isn’t like the first time.”

Pete sighs opening the door for Maggie deciding this is fine. He kept a distance but not too far in case he had to step in. Even if these people were complete strangers to him and he wasn’t entirely that great of a guy, there is an oath in the medical community and he’ll always follow that.

It wasn’t until night when both Maggie and Pete stepped out of the makeshift operating room in the house they were in. Maggie had the biggest smile on her face as Pete walks past carrying the medical waste. Rick grabbed his arm to stop him giving him a concerned look given Pete’s was neutral.

“Is she—-“

“She’s alright.” Pete now noticed all of their attentions on him. “They both are. The dad ain’t, but that’s normal” he pulls away to take care of what he was doing as Maggie couldn’t help herself.

“It’s a girl! She’s perfect and has Daryl’s eyes!” Maggie squeals happily hugging Glenn out of her excitement.

Rick couldn’t help but bring his son into his embrace to the good news as Carl couldn’t help the tears that formed. He was relieved that’s all. None of them were losing anybody that day.

The soft cries filled the room as the little baby in the first clean blanket they’ve seen in ages, nuzzled close to her mother’s embrace and started to calm the second her father gently rests his hand on her little head.

“She’s tiny…” Daryl whispers gently caressing her watching her every movement.

“She’s perfect…” Y/N tried her best to cover up the tears that fell from her face while looking down at the little creation they both were trying their best to physically protect in the small infirmary bed. “Oh what a world she’s living in…” she sobs even harder feeling Daryl shift beside her so that he could take care of her tears gently brushing them away.

“Sunshine…’M right here” Daryl reassures pressing his forehead against Y/N’s as the two kept their attention on the little one. “Not leaving either of you ever…y’all will be safe”

“I know…I just…c-can you just humor me for a second?” She asks hearing him hum as an agreement. “What’s outside the walls…isn’t out there…everything is fine. Normal…I…I knew from the second I locked eyes on you that I fell in love and w-we..met at…”

“At a bar, but I was too chicken shit to talk to yea when you first entered the room” He knew what she wanted in that moment. “To be fair I was with Merle and he’s a pain to deal with. Prob tried hitting on yea but it didn’t go unnoticed even by him the way you looked at me” He brought himself more into the bed so that Y/N could rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat. “You came out of the bar the second we left, not finding me at first glance but there I was by my bike lookin’ right at yea. Not saying much like usual.”

“You asked me to take a ride with you, and I said yes. Wouldn’t be the first time I would say yes to anything you asked…You loved me when you first met me, when you watched me knock Merle on his ass for one of his comments toward me before you even could, when I fell off your bike trying to drive it myself and you gave me a piggy back ride all the way to the ER to get stitches…you loved me even when my parents didn’t like you at first”

“But they knew when I proposed to yea that they were gonna have to like me. Took them a bit but when they saw how much I loved you and how much you loved me…they knew I would protect yea until the end of time” Daryl readjusted as he brought his arm under the bundle in Y/N’s feeling her move her arms so that he’d be the main support to their baby watching her adjust comfortably, not stirring awake. “Parents wanted a big wedding, we wanted small”

“Kept it small. Had my parents. And Merle” Y/N laughs a bit smiling through the tears as Daryl presses his lips against her temple. “City hall, no rings. Just a promise for forever…you worked on bikes and I worked at a bakery. We made life work just the two of us…then just had so much love to share”

“Didn’t hesitate for a second to have a baby with yea…and hell your cravings were weird and hard to come by but anything to see you smile while you carry this human for nine months was all worth it…seeing her finally, makes up for a lot of the hell the world brings us.” Daryl felt his own tears roll off his face as he did his best not to have them fall on his baby girl. His baby girl. He never thought, even in the before, that he’d be here. Holding the love of his life and his baby girl…he made promises to his family that day. He wasn’t ever going to leave them in any sense without a reason, he was always going to be there even if it meant physically fighting for it.

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts feeling Y/N’s soft touch wipe away the tears that fell. He kisses the inside of her palm before bringing his little one up to his face to kiss her forehead hearing her mumble to said action.

“I’m right here…”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #I swear time sometimes doesn’t exist in the walking dead but I have my sources

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Hi! I love your fics so much, they're so cute! 🥹💕 If it's okay, could I request White Day with Kanata and Nayuta? Would love to see how they would prepare the event for the reader! Thank you! 🩵💜

hi, sil!! and thank you! i'm glad you enjoy them!! please enjoy!

Kanata & Nayuta Yatonokami x gn!reader

✧white day!

✧fluff, mentioned lingerie in kanata's (HE DOESNT BUY IT.), also kanata's is way longer (276 - nayuta & 645 - kanata)

Kanata was stumped. Sitting in the old apartment and wondering what he should get you for White Day. That was what he was supposed to do right? Since you had gifted him some handmade chocolates. Even though they weren't pretty they still tasted good.

He couldn't ask Nayuta either. He'd have no clue either. Was he supposed to get you some accessory? Well, he didn't have enough money for something that was worthy of being worn by you. He could steal some money- No... you wouldn't like it if he did that just to get you something.

A heavy sigh left him as he picked up his phone and looked up 'what to get your lover for white day'. Could you blame him though? He's never had anyone else he cherished other than Nayuta!

Most of the expensive options were.. definitely out of the question. Lingerie? Yeah.. no. Necklaces, bracelets, rings? Ehh.. that's even more expensive. A trip?? Even more out of the question.

But sweets? He.. he could do that. Hesitantly, he clicked on a small bakery's website that was just outside the slums.

" Hmmm? Whatcha doin', Kanata? " Seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared behind him. When the hell did you get there?! You had a curious look on your face as you tried to crane your neck to see what he had been intently looking at on his phone.

His face turned a shade of pink as he whipped his head around to look at you. " ...Nothing, " He quickly turned off his phone as you tried to take a peek at it again. " Why didn't you text me that you were coming over? I would have got something to eat if you did. " He got up from his spot on the floor where he had been hunched over his phone.

" Well- I thought I'd just surprise you, that's all! " You smiled, following him over to the door that you had just come in through. He rolled his eyes a little, masking the embarrassment of you catching him looking for a White Day gift for you. He bent down to slip on as shoes as you watched him hold his phone in one hand. Before you could ask him anything, he responded.

" C'mon. We're gonna go somewhere. " He had said this before almost immediately looking back down at his phone again. Kanata couldn't really decide what you'd like most out of all the sweets so might as well let you pick right? At least the bakery wasn't expensive like some...

" ...Kanata, why are you so focused on your phone? C'mon, look at the stray cats or at the sky! " You linked your arm around his, gesturing to the family of stray cats you both had walked past. " Or anything! Just put your phone down for a bit! " He turned off his phone and looked over at the kittens meowing for their mother before looking at you.

" I was looking at my phone for directions, dumbass. "

" Oh. " Your boyfriend always somehow managed to make you feel stupid without even trying. At least that answered one of your questions...

As you approached a brighter area, which you assumed wasn't a part of the slums, Kanata grabbed your hand and turned suddenly, leaving you to wonder just where he was taking you.

" Here. " He stopped in front of the bakery that resembled the one on the website he had been looking at. " You can pick whatever you want. For.. White Day? " It sounded more like a question as he hesitantly looked over at you, as if unsure if it really was White Day. Maybe even if this was what he was supposed to do. When your face lit up though, all those worries washed away as you dragged him into the bakery, excited words falling from your mouth as you pointed out all the sweets they had.

" Hmmmm... " Nayuta's brow was furrowed as he stared at the home screen of his phone. You were leaning on his shoulder, now looking at his phone as well. He had been staring at it for nearly five minutes now...

" What're you thinking about, Nayuta? " You hummed, your hand wrapping around his arm as you hugged yourself closer to him while you laid against his shoulder.

" Just trying to think of something to get you for White Day. " He bluntly told you. He didn't need to hide it, right? Everyone knew about Valentines and you were his lover so.. you knew he was going to get you something for White Day! " So what do you want me to get you? "

You got up from resting your head on his shoulder and looked at him, confused. " You goof, you're supposed to pick something out yourself not ask me! " You laughed at his confused face. It was the first time he'd done something like this so you couldn't blame him.

" Oh.. hmmm... " Back to thinking he went. Was he supposed to get you chocolates as well? That was what you got him for Valentines Day but was that appropriate for White Day? Maybe he should get you a different sweet instead. " How about cookies? " He looked over at you as if making sure that's what you wanted.

You sighed and let out a quiet laugh. " How about we make some together for White Day? " He thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

" But you're gonna keep all the cookies. Cause they're supposed to be your gifts. "

" Fine, fine.. I know you're gonna eat at least a few though! "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #nian-mutuals #paradox live #paradox live x reader #nayuta yatonokami x reader #nayuta yatonokami #nayuta x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #kanata x reader #kanata yatonokami

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dobiemart · 2 years

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my chocolate wit' yo vanilla (ugh)

pairing, edward "eddie" munson, steven “steve” harrington, william "billy" hargrove, platonic!maxine "max" mayfield x reader

summary, different scenarios where the boys (and maxie pad) get their hair messed with

word count, like two or three maybe (900+ all together)

byr, tell a friend to TELL a friend... sheesss baacckkkk

i did write this with a black!reader in mind cause these are all things id id do to my white ass bf but anybody is welcome to read regardless

do ppl read st fics anymore?? i literally havent been able to open tumblr in like three months PELASEDFJS

warnings, eddie getting popped by the comb, steve getting damn near snatched off a stool, billy almost getting fought over his choice of words, prob ooc characters because i forgot how to write for them, pretty abrupt endings to each scenario, black shenanigans, etc.

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ☆★☆★☆★☆★☆ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

━━━ EDDIE MUNSON (pb. joseph quinn.)

"eddie, thats about the dumbest shit ive ever heard come from your mouth."

“no- hear me out, babe!” eddie tried to spin around and respond before you stopped him, quickly positioning his slender body back forwards. him, being the drama queen that could never make the lead in a play that he is, started to complain before you popped the side of his head.

“hey! what was that one for?!” he exclaimed in a whiny tone, reaching up to sooth the spot you'd hit with the comb. you kissed your teeth before moving his hand out of the way and resuming your section.

“i know damn well i told you to stop moving,” you said while coming through a knot, hushing eddie before he even started his whining mess. “maybe if you would sit and be still we wouldn't have this problem.”

“you wound me, princess.” he said while tutting his bottom lip out, mocking a pout. he knew you weren't genuinely mad, but messing with you was always fun. even if he got his ass beat. “i thought my girl was supposed to treat me rig– ow!” he was cut off by a particularly harsh yank from another knot.

“that’s whatcha’ ass gets,” you replied with a snicker, trying not to laugh too hard at the poor boy. “after all, you agreed to let me do your hair. since you wanna be all nosy bout' ‘how i do this’ and ‘what that product over there is for.’ whenever i have the patience to do mine.”

you gestured all over the place with your comb as you went on about his questions and concerns, though, you noticed he didn't reply with the usual "you love it, anyway," or another snarky remark that made you love him impossibly more.

he instead opted to look up at you from his spot between your legs, gazing at you with nothing but pure adoration and love in his softened eyes. his calloused, overworked hands reached up to rub at the skin of your thighs gently, sighing as he embraced the feeling of your skin.

“i love you, baby. s’much. even if you're mea-- OW!"

━━━ STEVE HARRINGTON (pb. joe keery.)

“okay, babe! you don't have to yank it like that—” steve exclaimed, gripping onto the bathroom counter as to not fall off of the stool he was perched on.

you couldn't help but cackle at his reflection in the mirror, head being yanked back by the wig cap you were trying to shove his thick mop of hair under.

“it's not my fault you got a big ass head! jus’ hold still so i can get it all up under there,” you barely got the sentence out without bursting out in laughter at your boy, a small smile catching on his face at your humor.

he eventually smacked your hands away and started to fix his hair underneath the cap by himself, insisting that you were gonna 'ruin his wave pattern.'

“i’m never losing a bet with robin again,” he murmured after you finished adjusting the cap around his head, noticing how much he actually needed his precious bangs. “especially if you’re in on it.”

you gave a shocked gasp and lightly slapped the back of his neck. “i’m being paid good money for this, so lose as many bets as you have to.” you continued while brushing out the pale blonde wig robin picked out for him.

you placed it on his head and tugged it around, causing him to grip onto the countertop again. you fussed with it until it looked decent enough, busting out into giggles at steve’s expression in the mirror.

“babe-- you didn't even do it right! give me this brush, you ain’t finna have me lookin’ all crazy like this–” he exuded sass while snatching the brush from your manicured hands and getting to work fixing up the hair.

all you could do was laugh while he frantically fixed some flyaway pieces and tried to messily give himself a middle part with his fingers, getting frustrated when it wouldn't come out jussttt right.

"there. now can i have those swirly hairs you do on your forehead? or a swoop? my forehead is not doing me any good right now," he asked while handing you back the brush, motioning what kind of baby hairs he wanted with his fingers.

man, was this boy a piece of work.

━━━ BILLY HARGROVE (pb. dacre montgomery.)

“ma, didn't i just tell you to sit down?” billy huffed while walking into the room, seeing you up and off your floor pillow.

you froze like a deer in headlights, followed quickly by max. you both had decided it would be a great idea to have a quick dance session to the smiths before billy got back, which had obviously been cut even shorter.

you both quickly returned to your respective spots on the floor with the most innocent looks you could muster. the silent energy of the room became too much for both you and max, causing you to look over at each other and laugh your asses off at billy’s ‘i’m not mad, just disappointed.’ posture.

he huffed and shook his head before walking over to the couch, muttering a "always gotta be so damn difficult," before placing the basket of hair products he kept at his place beside him. he tapped the cushion between his legs, letting you know to scoot back. you dragged max back with you, making the girl giggle.

“i really don't know why you both decide to test every nerve i have at every given chance, yet here we are.” he started to fuss at the both of you, snatching your bonnet off, earning him a "hey!" along with a slap on the thigh. you heard max chortle from in front of you before you snatched her matching cap off, making her stop and snatch it back.

“first of all, you can't even say allat! you get on our nerves all the time. shut that tone down before we really get to it, sir.” you snapped back at billy, max following with a “yeah! it’s not our problem that you decide to be a fun vampire every time we do something,”

he smirked to himself and replied with a hushed “be quiet and keep your head straight, an' watch that damn attitude.” before repositioning your bobbing head, getting into the first braid of many. you obeyed and started your own work on max's hair.

he gripped every thought and prayer you had in your scalp, making sure these braids were gonna stay in for the month. if you said it didn't hurt, you'd be a damn horrendous liar. you focus on giving max french braids, as to have something to stop you from tearing up at billy's technique.

it was quiet from that point on, minus the soft rhythm of ‘how soon is now?’ playing from the radio in the corner of the room. not that he would ever admit it, but billy loved these days. days where it was just the three of you in the house, all together, surrounded by nothing but love. the domestic feeling sent a feeling of warmth to his heart.

with you two, his unsavory household became a safe home.

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hi pooks

ive been gone for like 3 months cause of school and work and my dog babies and my bf and arruragrhsjfsujd;

BUT im trying to slowly get back into writing cause i still love to do it when i have the opportunity

idk what else to say but likes, reblogs, and feedback are all very appreciated <333

- a returning coraline! :)

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