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fairyofhee · 6 months

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no one compares.

PAIRING. fuck buddy!heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. You both thought that having no rules with a fuck buddy would make things simple, because it was just sex. But it was all conflicting when no one compares to each other after sleeping with someone else.

WARNING. angst if you squint, contains smut! MINORS DNI. fingering, handjob, creampie, unprotected sex. 4k words.

FORTY EIGHT HOURS LATER

You woke with pure feelings of guilt and regret, watching the boy leave with the scent of you. It’s dumb, you didn’t meant to sleep with him. Well, you did, but you had a hard time admitting it.

Heeseung texted you two days ago that he slept with someone else, so you did the same.

Your fuck buddy Heeseung was on vacation for three weeks, which was the longest time you’ve been away from each other. Although you used each other for sex or it was more so, a friends with benefits situation, there were no set rules.

Meaning, that you weren’t exclusive, which also meant that seeing other people wasn’t a problem.

When Heeseung texted you that he fucked someone else, you were surprisingly shocked. The information caused a weird feeling in your chest. It was the first time either of you had slept with someone else, but it wasn’t a problem, right?

It wasn’t a big deal, you told yourself. And so, if Heeseung can sleep with someone who wasn’t you, you were allowed to do the same. You slept with your friend, Jay, who also happened to be Heeseung’s best friend.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but Jay came over last night and one thing led to another. He spent the night and slept in your bed — in the same spot that Heeseung usually does, and left this morning smelling like you.

You both agreed that it was a one time thing, and you heavily emphasized that it was because Jay usually wasn’t someone you turn to for sex.

Heeseung returned from his vacation trip today and wanted to come over tonight to see you. Of course you accepted his self invitation, since it’s been three weeks from being apart. But you were anxious to see him, the inner dilemma in your head haunting you since last night.

You debated on whether or not, telling him that you slept with Jay. Heeseung needed to know you thought, because he admitted to also fucking someone else. It was all confusing though, he didn’t need to tell you. Did he think that you deserved to know? You weren’t exclusive after all.

You made a rational decision. If the topic of other people was brought up in conversation then you were going to tell him. There are no rules when it comes to you both so it’s not important.

“Hi,” says the boy outside your apartment, leaning on the door with a smug look on his face.

The sight of him leaves you instinctively smiling. His hair grew out a bit, a strand of hair fell to his forehead, and his skin was now close to honey. He looked so pretty and the smile on his face that you so missed caused your heart to swell.

“Can I come inside?” He interrupted your thoughts as he chuckled.

You repeatedly nodded as you let the boy in before watching him take distinct steps closer.

“I missed you,” he says. You feel his hot breath fan on your face as you return his long stare, all while contemplating your next move. Suddenly, you pull him even closer and attack his lips, feeling both of his hands cupping your entire face.

Everything happens so fast when you’re dragging him inside your bedroom. Your arms were hooked and wrapped tightly around Heeseung’s neck before he slips a hand underneath your pants and inside your panties, feeling how wet you were.

“My pretty girl missed me this much?” Heeseung teases his fingers along your entrance, locking his dark and lustful eyes into yours.

All you could do was let out a groan, unable to control the way your body reacted to him. He begins to push a finger inside you and kiss your burning cheeks, watching your face contort with pleasure and your lips parting in a silent moan.

“Baby, you are quiet today,” Heeseung says before adding another finger and curving them to hit the sweet spot inside you. He’s just starting to touch you, but you feel yourself already close. You also notice his own arousal physically growing.

“I need you, Hee,” you slipped a hand inside his sweatpants to feel his tent. “I need you too,” he whined, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you until his movements shortly become more erratic when he’s circling your clit.

You reach inside his boxers and wrap your hand around his hard cock to stroke him, feeling his precum leaking out. Heeseung’s mouth quickly opens to let out a moan when you’re moving your hand up and down. His cock soon twitches after rubbing his slit with your thumb.

The air began to feel heavy as you both touched each other, missing how each other felt. It was a matter of a few seconds until you could feel your release, and it was becoming a bit overwhelming when Heeseung starts to kiss your neck.

He continues to place his mouth on your skin until you feel him stop and completely pull away.

“Who’s this from?” He says and you freeze, pursing your lips while following his hands that were on your neck. You shrugged in silence for a moment, realizing that Heeseung is rubbing the hickey that Jay left on your neck last night.

“It’s from someone,” you hesitated to say while feeling conflicted, until you made the decision to admit who it was specifically from. “It’s from Jay.”

Confusion crossed his face, “Jay?” He questioned as he removed his stare at the fresh mark on your skin before meeting your eyes with a hard blink.

“He was just being a good friend.”

Heeseung scoffed, “A friend like me?” A cunning smile adorned his lips. “Did you sleep with him because of what I did?”

“What? No,” you shook your head and Heeseung didn't speak, but met you in silence. A dry laugh escaped your lips which quickly died out as you took a deep breath. “I mean, it was difficult waiting for you to come back so Jay was there. It seems like it was hard for you to wait too, no?”

Heeseung relaxed his tense shoulders, “Yeah. Since we’re not exclusive,” he pointed out.

“Exactly,” you tried to smile.

The tension in the air thickened and instead of acknowledging it, you nudged your nose against his before kissing him softly. “I missed you a lot,” your voice was laced with lust and desire.

“I know,” he replies while hovering over you until you lied flat, “Let me make you feel good.”

“Let me be on top,” you demanded as you grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it.

Heeseung shakes his head and lets out a deep laugh, “You don’t deserve it.”

“Why not?” You question before pausing. You were in the middle of removing your shirt and unclasping your bra until you halted due to his response. “Because I fucked someone else?”

“I didn’t even mention anything about that.”

You scoffed hard, “You’re thinking it.”

"And you're ruining the mood," He sneered before grabbing your breast to hungrily leave kisses, the feeling causing a loud groan to leave your lips. Your sounds encourage him to place his tongue to your nipple before he sucks hard with his mouth.

Heeseung wastes no time grabbing your whole body with an arm so that you're faced down with your ass up, feeling how hard he is when you're pressed against him. “I’m gonna fuck you first then you can do whatever you want to me.”

You bury yourself into your bedsheets, impatiently waiting after giving a nod of approval. Heeseung plants a kiss on your back before grabbing the band of your panties to quickly slip them off and to spread your wetness.

“Take out your cock already,” you urged, feeling Heeseung’s clothed cock that you just jerked off a few moments ago, pressed up behind you as he begins to rub slow circles onto your clit.

“Don’t be a brat or I’ll treat you like one,” he says, starting to strip off his sweatpants by untying the strings, his boxers followed by it — making your head turn back at the sight of how hard he is.

He takes his throbbing length in his hand that dripped with precum and began to stroke himself watching as you were the view in front of him. You watched the corners of Heeseung’s lips twitch upwards when he notices the way your legs were spreading wider.

“Hee, I can’t wait any longer,” you whined out.

Heeseung acknowledged the patience that you didn’t have. He took his cock to your folds and mixed your wetness and his precum, making you clench when he wasn't inside you yet. He gives you no warning when he inserts himself, the harsh sting of the stretch was something that you missed over the past three weeks.

He slips his length out and slams inside once more, a loud moan leaving both of your mouths at the sensation. “You’re tight,” he murmurs in a deep tone, “Did he not stretch you out enough?”

You grip the sheets tightly, having a bit of trouble speaking due to the adjustment of his big cock. “S-Stop talking about him,” you plead.

He laughs at your response before gripping your waist with a hand to help himself slam in and out of your cunt, causing you to whimper at the intense feeling. You manage to compose yourself as he’s setting a fast pace, and you turn around to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

The sight of the smirk on his face with hair loosely falling onto his forehead causes you to uncontrollably clench and he curses your name.

Heeseung begins to roll his hips sensually and you take it as a sign to move yourself against him, so you quickly match his pace until he’s hitting your cervix. "Fuck, my cock was made to be inside you,” he lets out with a loud whimper.

“You have the best pussy,” Heeseung continues, the only sounds coming out of your room is your skin slapping against his and the moans from your lips. "Y-Your cock is the fucking best,” you cry out, causing him to twitch at your words.

“Shit- that’s right,” he mutters, tightening his grip on your hips when feeling your orgasm approaching before slipping out of you. The action causes you to turn your head, staring at the soft expression on his face with confusion.

Heeseung takes your hand and pulls you towards him until you were sitting on his lap. He inserts himself in you once again, leaving both of your mouths wide open with a deep exhale let out.

“Fuck me,” he begs with his deep round eyes burning into you with desire, “Show me how much you missed me before you cum.”

Your cheeks were flushed as he begged, and you soon attacked his lips to start fulfilling his demands. He helped your body to move in and out of his cock before allowing you to take over. With your fingers tangled in his hair, you begin to roll your hips slowly before increasing the pace.

“Go faster,” Heeseung pleaded with his hands on your hips, holding himself back from thrusting upwards. You shake your head, continuing the same pace you were previously moving at.

“Let me fuck you how I want, Hee,” You whined. “I-I’ll make you cum soon, just be patient for me.”

You start to move your hips in slow languid circles as Heeseung nods, his hands moving up to fondle your breasts and graze your hard nipples.

You then start to bounce up and down on him, making Heeseung breathe heavily. This was a chance to show how much your body was made for him, the chance to prove that there is no one else for him, you thought.

Your movements are increasingly becoming faster, giving the pleasure that he impatiently begged for as you feel his cock twitch inside you. The sound of your skin slapping against his thighs arouse you even more, helping you to chase your end. You desperately wanted to cum.

“You’re fucking me well,” Heeseung lets out, feeling your walls clamp around him, watching your face scrunch up and unable to hold it in any longer. With his grip on your waist, you manage not to fall and collapse on his chest.

You weren’t sure if you were going to last as long as he wanted. The pleasure was overwhelming and more than anything that you have ever felt before, but it felt so good — he felt so good.

“Heeseung, oh my- fuck," you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching hard, his warm touch helping you to quickly release on him.

Heeseung lets out an airy chuckle before moving his hips upward to thrust deep and hard as if a bruise would be there tomorrow. He’s enjoying the sensation until a loud moan leaves his mouth when he releases inside, his cum filling up your insides and quickly leaking out.

He rides his orgasm for a moment before you shortly raise your body so that he could pull out of you. You watched as his cum mixed with yours dripped out, the sight was something you also missed during these past three weeks.

Shortly, you both do the same routine after sex — catching your breaths, cleaning up, not expecting Heeseung to stay. Sometimes, you would wake up the next morning and he would be gone, but tonight, he decided to stay and sleep over.

You turn your body to exhaustingly lay on the bed after cleaning up, Heeseung then joins you to lay in his spot of your bed.

“You’re thinking about something,” Heeseung cuts the silence with his words, noticing you in deep thought as you stare at the ceiling.

There is something obviously bottling inside your head, but you choose to ignore it. You turn to look at him, and all he gives you is a pleading look.

“Just say it,” he urges.

A deep exhale was let out as you think about the outcome of your next words. What you’re thinking could possibly fuck things up, but you cautiously choose to let it out anyways.

“How did you feel when fucking that girl? Did it feel like you were with me?” Your voice anxiously rang, hoping he wasn’t going to get up and leave.

“No,” he laughs, “I regret it so much.”

Your face lit up in shock, “Why?”

“Because I was too busy thinking about you.”

Your mouth slightly parted, truly speechless as you felt your chest ache. And it wasn’t supposed to, since this is just your fuck buddy. But his words were all you needed before popping the question. It was something that you’ve been meaning to ask all along, but you were too afraid of stepping over unspoken boundaries and giving him the wrong idea that you weren’t even sure was entirely wrong anymore.

“Do you want to try being exclusive?” You quickly let out, “We can try for a little while and if you get bored, you can see other girls.”

As you wait for a response, Heeseung just smiles before speaking out. “I think we can do that.”

“But I don’t think anyone could compare to you.”

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Band-aids

Summary: Your alpha needs you.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a little injury, dramatic omega, overprotective omega, fluff, pregnant omega

“Doll?! Y/N, where is the sanitizer?” Bucky calls for you from the bathroom. “Baby? Omega?”

Your alpha gasps as you storm into the bathroom. Your eyes are wild, you’re panting heavily, and your scent changed. Bucky can smell it; you’re worried about him.

Bucky watches you open the medicine cabinet, hating that you are worried about him now. “Y/N.” He tries to calm you. “Doll?”

“What happened? Where is your injury? Are you bleeding? Is it a cut? Do I need to call an ambulance?” As you turn around, the sanitizer, band-aids, and sterile swabs in your hands, you make your way toward Bucky. He sits on the edge of the large bathtub he installed some months ago.

“It’s nothing, omega. Just a scratch,” he mumbles. “You need to calm down. I can check on the cut, okay.”

“No! I’ve got this!” You step between his spread legs to get a better look at the cut above his left brow. “How did this happen? Did someone hurt you?”

Bucky knows you are about to cry and sighs deeply. You knit your brows together, debating whether to call a doctor or not.

“Omega, baby. I already cleaned the cut with water, and it stopped bleeding,” Bucky softly speaks to you. Your alpha takes the sanitizer out of your hands to clean the wound. “It’s a scratch. I’ll live.”

“I’ll decide if it’s only a scratch.” Carefully cupping Bucky’s jaw, you tilt his head to get a good look at the cut. You hum. He’s right. The cut is small, and the wound stopped bleeding. Still, you are worried.

“It was an accident. Alpine jumped at me, and I turned my head at the wrong moment. He hit me with one of his claws.”

“Alpine hurt you?”

“It’s nothing, doll,” Bucky gently places his hand on your swollen belly. “You shouldn’t worry so much about me. I’m still…a super-soldier and my healing is…”

“A wound is a wound, James Buchanan Barnes. A scratch or not.”

Bucky doesn’t want you to get mad at him or worry you even more. The truth is that he slipped on the ladder and hit his head.

“It’s almost healed, doll. I only wanted to clean it again before the wound closes completely.”

“Hmm…this doesn’t look like a scratch from Alpine,” you wonder aloud. “Alpha.” You use his presentation on purpose. “Did you lie to me?”

“I-uh…” Bucky starts to sweat. He clears his throat and tries to win a moment to find a better lie to explain what happened. “I—sorry. I wanted to fix the creaking door of the wall cupboard. Alpine jumped at me, and I slipped…and fell. I hit my head on the counter.”

“OH, MY GOD! We need to go to the hospital. Right now. I’ll get the car and—” Bucky stops you from dragging him out of the bathroom. He gets up and wraps his arms around you.

“Baby doll, I hit my head more than once over the years. I got punched, thrown around, and slammed into walls.” You inhale sharply. “I’m sorry for worrying and lying to you. I promise it’s nothing.”

“You got hurt. That’s not nothing, Buck.” You hide your face in his chest, stiffling a sob. “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“And I love you for it.” He nuzzles your hair. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s late and I scared you. Let me check on you and little Bucky.”

You nod against him. “What about the wound?”

“It’s closed, Y/N,” he whispers. Bucky kisses your forehead, and you relax in his arms. “I promise you don’t need to worry about me.”

Bucky smiles as you tell him you like taking care of him. He hums and smiles widely.

Of course, he doesn’t want you to worry about him, but it makes his heart flutter knowing you love taking care of him…

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Band-aids #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader #a/b/o #pregnant omega

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l8dyvenus · 5 months

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PAC - what are peoples first impression of you?

NOTE: this is a general read, take what resonates and leave what does not. if you would like to book a personal reading, my prices are on my page. if you would like a free reading, I do exchanges. thank you for taking the time to read this pac, enjoy loves. 👾

PILE ONE

reading:

< five of pents, ten of cups, nine of cups >

peoples first impressions of you consist of thinking you have a wall. you’re the type of person where someone can look into your eyes or talk to you for five minutes and can tell you’ve been through something. but this is something that you don’t dwell on. if anything they think you don’t want them to pity you. you want them to see you as confident, committed, and stern. that whatever has happened to you didn’t break you, nothing can. you’re like the phoenix. instead of falling you rise up even bigger and better. you turn your weakness into strengths and inspire others with this energy. they think upon first meeting that you have a cold demeanor, you’re nonchalant and take no bullshit, but when they actually get to know you they understand you’re just picky with who you open up to. you’re in the midst of healing, and everyone who comes across you, you bring them down that road too. something about you just first being around people makes them want to open up to you as well. you feel familiar to others, as everything is okay for them to let down that fragile wall and be vague. If you’re a woman, with guys, they think you play hard to get when you in reality you don’t like superficial things. people think you are the entire package, the IT girl/guy. THAT girl/guy. sophisticated, smart, humbled, and only interested in making money and bettering yourself. they think you have a great life ahead and that you’re going far. you could be very spiritual or religious. either way, you like sharing your knowledge and deep intellectual debates with others. people often feel insecure and intimidated by you upon first meeting you, but also can’t help but to be attracted to your pure dark energy. im getting Pisces/8th energy. you could be very ethereal looking or may come of enigmatic to others. people don’t know why they are so heavily drawn to you, but they are. could be to the point of subtle obsession.

PILE TWO

reading:

< three of swords, eight of swords, king of pents >

peoples first impression of you is that they think you are a heart breaker. that you give off good energy that you are a free spirit and carry a lot of spunk. you are on the road to building your success so you don’t spend much time wondering about other people and their business. I’m hearing you don’t stay around in anybodys life for long or it’s hard to keep up with you. you could know a lot of people, have a lot of friends but you could be a very distant person. the type where every one will know you on some social level, but you only pop out to events when you want. people think you’re pretty chill, cool, and detached but also the life of the party. very much into the belief of YOLO. you could be a an Aquarius or have 11th H placements. they think you are very unique and not afraid to express yourself or stand up for people who others think are below them. you could’ve met a lot of people at a social humanitarian event or a lot of your relationships that you built could have started from something you truly believe in or value in the physical world. people think you have a good head on your shoulders and that you’re a very mature person. you may be young but when others speak with you the first time you give them a physical example of how age doesn’t coincide with wisdom. you come off as elegant and classy or speak with a open ethical mind. there’s an airy aura surrounding you and you make people feel like they can speak to you about anything.

PILE THREE

reading:

< seven of wands, six of pents, two of wands >

people think you have a lot of sex appeal. you’re someone feisty and knows how to defend yourself by having a nasty come back when someone try’s to challenge you. but just like you could have a ruthless side, you are a very generous person. your personality could fluctuate or you could just come off very moody. people think you have a lot of energy and is not afraid to stand up and go against something that doesn’t sit right with you. you like to fight for what you believe in and you don’t take no for an answer. you could speak or carry yourself with great authority. your voice may be very loud and clear, or maybe even deep. people think you can control your facial expressions or keep your emotions in check. you come off very passionately about the justice of others and especially your beliefs. upon people first meeting you, you may treat them as if they have already been your friend. asking if they are okay, making sure they don’t feel left out or helping them out if they don’t have something.

PILE FOUR

reading:

< seven of cups, four of wands, three of pents >

other peoples first impression of you is that you may be an idealist, goal oriented, and all over the place. I’m seeing the page of cups even though I didn’t get that card. when I say “all over the place” though, I don’t exactly mean like moody. all over the place as in you have a lot of dreams you want to accomplish, and you are making sure you are putting in your efforts to insure victory. you seem like a party person or someone who likes to socialize. you have connections everywhere or you tend to make friends with people right off of the bat. everybody knows you or wants to be friends with you. you’re more like a leader rather than a follower. you’re funny and outgoing and anybody can just vibe with you. I’m getting heavily “crazy, sexy, cool” type chick/guy. you look hot to a lot of people. sometimes, off first glance, people may only think about that and project their thoughts of you being superficial, but you’re not and when people start talking to you they see you have a lot more to offer than just looks. they think you have a mouth on you too. that you can retort back to any dismissive comments someone throws at you. If you’re a woman, the first thing guys notice about you are either your boobs or curly hair. some people think you give off milf vibes. either way, peoples first impressions of you are that you’re like the cool mom friend or just that one boujee OCD vibrant person.

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marvelfilth · 11 months

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Off the deep end (18+)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: ghostface!Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, dubcon (just to be safe), knife play, spanking, fingering, choking, degradation, mention of blood, alcohol and weed

Summary: "You're going to spread your legs for me. If you're wet, I'll do whatever I want to you. If you're not, I'll leave."

Masterlist

The floor almost vibrates with how loud the bass is, making your ears ring as you frown in search of Tara. She disappeared some time ago to look for another drink, claiming she was good enough to go on her own. You can already feel the ass whopping you're about to be put through for losing sight of her.

You bump into another drunk frat boy when you finally see her, immediately fastening your pace when you notice some asshole wrapped around her.

You already regret the amount of tequila you've drank throughout the night.

In reality, recent news of Ghostface attacks should've kept you locked at home, preferably with sharp objects by your side, but Tara practically begged you to join her at the party, claiming she needed someone to keep her company since she didn't want to third wheel Mindy and Anika, and follow Chad around while he's trying to find Ethan a girlfriend, so you quickly agreed, feeling the need to let loose after months spent panicking about the killings.

The killings that somehow always revolved around Blackmore ever since they transferred there.

You tried not to think too much into that, but soon enough Mindy deemed you trustworthy and gave you a quick, but intense dive into their story. You understood it all a bit better after that.

And installed a security system.

So yeah, you needed that drink, a couple of them, actually.

"Hey." You get her attention and pull at her hand, but she resists. "It's time to go." You say, watching the way she's blinking slowly, heavily leaning on the arm of the asshole.

"I'm fine. You can go, don't wait for me." She giggles and tugs him up the stairs.

You stop for a second to take a deep breath before following them. Her palm is sweaty in your hand when you tug her back, catching her as stumbles down the stairs.

"Y/n, what the fuck?" She groans, trying to pry away.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" The asshole pushes you against the wall, leering over you before he's sent flying down with a precise punch to his jaw.

"Sam, are you insane?" Tara shouts over the loud music and marches away with a huff when her sister sends her a seething look. You make a move to follow her, but sag back against the wall when you see Chad hot on her heels.

Your attention is pulled to the older woman when you feel gentle fingers cup your jaw. "Are you okay?" Sam asks, her eyes flickering all over your face. Your chest tightens and you fight the urge to lean into her soft palm and press kisses all over her fingertips.

You sigh, nodding. "You got here just in time."

There's a groan coming from the floor and Sam snaps her eyes back to the man, her expression darkening as she makes a move to him.

You get in her way, catching hold of her wrists before she could move any further. "Let's just go, okay? He's not worth it."

Her jaw clenches and you can clearly see the debate that's happening in her head.

"He was going to hurt Tara. He hurt you." She snarls, her eyes trained on the whimpering man.

"And you stopped him. Let's go check on Tara, okay?"

She relents, begrudgingly, and dutifully follows you outside.

The fight between the sisters is anything, but pretty.

You really don't want to stay to see the rest of it, so you wave Mindy over and tell her your uber is waiting around the corner. She looks skeptical for a second, but then there's mentions of therapy and her attention is pulled back to the fight as she mutters something about calling her when you get home safe.

You nod and quickly disappear around the corner, happy to delay the inevitable confrontation. Sam might've been worried at the party, but it doesn't mean she won't chew you out as soon as she's done with Tara. You just hope she won't be as angry tomorrow.

Luckily you live not far away, so you're not even worried, whistling some tune as you make your way home, your eyes dropping slightly from alcohol and exhaustion. Sober you would've thought it to be way too fucking dark and creepy to be walking alone down the alley to your apartment complex, but you're tipsy on tequila and tequila always makes you a little too reckless, so you throw caution to the wind and continue your way.

And then you see something out of the corner of your eye and freeze, when you realize that a man just turned to follow you down the alley. Your heart drops to your stomach when you see him pull out something shiny from his pocket.

You start moving faster, almost jogging the rest of the way and turn around before rounding the corner.

The man is gone.

You make it up the stairs in record time considering your wobbly knees, and sag against the door once you're finally safely inside.

It's nearing midnight, you note, sending Mindy a quick text before making your way to the bathroom. You are tired, but not tired enough to wake up feeling gross after a night out, so you take your time under the hot stream, washing away the smell of alcohol and weed.

And then you hear something fall in the kitchen.

You frown and step out of the shower, drying yourself in the process. You open the door and peek outside, barely breathing to make sure you don't miss anything strange.

When nothing happens again you sigh, wrapping the towel around your still wet body and go to the kitchen to investigate. If your pan fell from its hook again you'll have to ask Chad to come over and fix it for you.

You freeze when you see it swinging from side to side on the hook, clutching at your towel as you turn around to grab your phone, only to run into a solid, cloaked form.

"Hello, Y/n."

You barely register the distorted voice before you're being yanked by your hair and pushed against the counter, a knife flashing in your line of vision.

"Your parents didn't tell you not to walk alone at night? Especially when there's a serial killer on the loose." They continue, pressing the edge of the knife to your neck.

You look up at the Ghostface mask. Dread fills your chest and you shake in their hold, eyes filling with tears while you think of a possible escape, but your body goes numb and your mouth won't open, so you just stand there, gaping at the imposing figure.

"Pathetic little thing." They growl, before placing the knife against your chest and slicing your towel away.

You blink when it falls at your feet, and the sight suddenly spurs you into action.

You grab the pan from behind you and swing it hard against the intruder, but they easily avoid it, catching your arm in an ironclad grip and turning you around to press you against the cold countertop. You hiss through gritted teeth and throw your heel as hard as you can against their kneecap, sending them tumbling to the floor in a heap of black fabric.

You don't get a chance to run too far when they catch your ankle, making you fall face first on the floor. You're turned on your back before weight settles on your hips.

"Maybe not so pathetic," the voice sounds almost pleased before they pin your hands above your head.

You're suddenly all too aware of your state of undress when you feel their eyes on you. You try to squirm, but they don't budge, the Ghostface mask tilting as they look you up and down.

You grow embarrassingly red in the chest, trying to think of something, anything to distract the murderer from you, but you're not sure there's anything good enough to get their eyes off you at the moment.

"Who's blood is that?" You blurt, eyeing the knife on the floor.

They tilt their head to the other side. "Not yours."

You suck in a sharp breath, wincing at your stupidity.

"Okay…" you whimper, closing your eyes, "are you going to kill me?"

They pick up the knife and raise it over your chest before lowering to trail the blade over the skin of your breasts.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"I would've killed you by now if I wanted to," they say and release your wrists to take hold of your neck, not squeezing, just resting fingers on the tender skin of your neck.

The gesture sends shivers down your spine.

"Aren't you pretty like this?" The knife point barely grazes your nipple and you bite your lip, stifling a whimper. You push against their shoulders, digging your nails into the robe as you try to keep them away, squirming in their hold.

"Let me go, please." Your whispers turn desperate when their fingers squeeze around your throat, making it hard to breathe. "Please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

You nod feverishly, not trusting your voice.

They pull away, the weight on your hips completely disappears when they shift to sit to your side, trailing the blade down to your belly button.

"Then we'll play a little game." They chuckle and you open your eyes, waiting for them to continue. "You're going to spread your legs for me. If you're wet, I'll do whatever I want to you. If you're not, I'll leave."

You stop breathing altogether, suddenly hyper aware of the wetness pooling between your thighs. You shift unconsciously, edging away from the Ghostface in hopes of escaping before they inevitably notice your arousal. You're shaking, your sole focus on the person that made you tremble with a few simple touches.

You don't know what you feel more, repulsion or arousal, but then their fingers wrap around your jaw and you know you don't have time to debate your feelings.

You have to do something, and you have to do it fast.

"Don't even think about it," they growl, getting dangerously close to your face.

In a flash, they have you on their lap, legs spread on either side of their hips as they push you down hard against their thigh. You moan loudly, rocking your hips against their dark pants, leaving a trail of wetness.

"Fuck," you whimper, clawing at their shoulders, "please…"

They slap your thigh, stopping your movements with a heavy grip of your hip bone. "Please what? Please stop?"

Your head falls in the crook of their neck as you whine, desperately trying to move.

Fuck this. You'll think about the consequences tomorrow.

"Don't stop." You breath against the mask, tugging their gloved hand up to your neck.

Their fingers wrap around the back of your neck and then you're pushed down on your stomach, your legs bent at the knees and forced apart before they deliver a hard spank on your ass, making you cry out against the hardwood floor.

"Such a slut."

Another spank.

"Whoring yourself out to a stranger, a murderer."

You try to rub your thighs together, your pussy clenching when they land another slap to your reddening ass, the sound echoing through the room. Suddenly, they pull away and there's shuffling of the fabric before a pair of leather gloves lands in front of your face.

Your hips buckle in anticipation.

"Don't get too excited," they chuckle, before landing a palm against your wet center, making your whole body twitch.

You pant, reveling in the feeling of their soft fingers gently soozing the pain, gliding through your folds to settle against your slit. You hold your breath, waiting for them to finally push inside and fuck your brains out when another loud spank echoes through the room, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You look beautiful like this, fuck," they breath out, spreading your lower lips and teasing your entrance, pulling quiet moans out of you.

Your whole body is on fire and you can feel your arousal leaking down your thigh before it's caught by a hot, wet tongue.

"Mhm," the person, a woman, hums and you realize she just threw away the mask with the voice changer in favor of tasting you.

You don't have a chance to say anything when her tongue slides up your slit, lapping at the wetness and dipping down to tease your throbbing clit with the tip of her tongue. Your knees buckle, your body shaking from pleasure. She tugs your head by your hair, pulling you up against her front when you nearly fall, her fingers gliding down your stomach to disappear inside you in one deep thrust. Your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back against her shoulder as she sets up a fast rhythm, her other hand reaching across to play with your breasts.

"Faster-" you whine, burrowing your nose in her soft hair, clawing at her forearm.

She pulls her fingers out and lands another slap on your inner thigh in warning, and turns her head to bite down at the juncture of your neck, making sure to leave a mark.

"Open your eyes, baby, look at me," she whispers and you think you recognise the voice, but her fingers on your aching nub feel too heavenly to place it and your eyes are too heavy to listen to the command, so you whine and tug her face back to your neck, moaning when she litters it with wet kisses.

She circles your clit with her thumb so slowly and softly, barely applying pressure before diving back in and curling her fingers inside of you, making you come in two hard thrusts.

×××

"Did you get home safe yesterday?" Mindy asks, nudging you with her knee.

You look up from your book, squinting against the sun, your hand flying up to fiddle with the soft fabric of your turtleneck. "Yeah. I sent you a text, right?"

Mindy groans, falling back on the soft grass and nods, throwing her arm over her eyes. "I called you, though, but you didn't pick up. Got me worried for a second."

You wince, hiding your face behind the book. "Sorry. Fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow."

You don't mention the fact that you don't remember ever going to your bedroom, let alone falling asleep. The last thing you remember from yesterday is Ghostface wrapped around you, taking you apart. You stifle the urge to run your fingers along the fabric that covers your bruised skin. It's really not the time to think about it.

She rolls her eyes before looking over at you. "Lucky you. I really hate you right now."

"What did I do?" You ask, affronted.

She pushes your shoulder, sending you a dirty look. "You should've seen the look on Sam's face when she realized you already left. If she was angry with Tara before, she turned positively livid when she realized you went alone. She wanted to follow you, but Tara intervened, calling her overbearing and overprotective and it got even worse. We had to call an uber because Tara refused to get in Sam's car, and Sam didn't even look at her when she drove off to God knows where."

You put down your book. "She didn't go home?" You asked, tugging at your bottom lip.

"She did, a few hours later and drunk out of her mind," Mindy rolls her eyes, exasperated. "They really should talk one of these days or I'll stab them myself."

You chuckle, but your mind is still stuck on the revealed information. You decide to think about it later when you notice Tara stomping in your direction with Chad by her side. "Hey." She mumbles, still clearly in a bad mood.

You send them a small wave and tune out their conversation, butting in only when necessary and mostly keeping to yourself, trying your hardest to focus on the words in your book and not on the way your whole body aches.

"By the way, I'm kinda grounded so we're hanging at my place tonight." Tara's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you groan, burrowing your face in the book.

Fucking great. You can already feel the headache coming. Sam is going to have a field day and you won't even be able to retaliate while your body is still hyper sensitive from being fucked out of your mind.

Someone pinches your side. "Don't be too sad, Sam promised booze," Chad says, sending you a wink.

You let out a soft laugh, your head falling on his shoulder in the process. He grins, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in a bone crushing hug. You sag against his chest, content to bask in the warmth of your friends' company, until you feel someone boring holes into your forehead.

You look up and see Tara's questioning look, her eyes flickering between you and Chad, and you roll your eyes and shake your head at the smaller girl, jokingly pushing him away and standing up to go to your last class of the day.

"You coming?" You ask and she nods, following a step behind you, hesitating to start a conversation.

You sigh. "Tara, you know I have zero interest in Chad."

She runs into you when you suddenly stop, and scrunches up her nose, hiding her eyes behind her hand. "It's not that," she grumbles and snakes her hand around your elbow, tugging you through the crowd. "I wanted to say thank you. You know, for yesterday. I was really stupid."

You look at your friend, your heart squeezing in your chest at the vulnerable look she sends you. "Anytime," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, and she finally relaxes.

×××

"My favorite person!" Quinn beams from the couch when you step inside the apartment, holding a bag full of snacks. "Hey there, girlfriend." She presses a kiss to your cheek and takes away the bag, leading you to the kitchen.

Everyone is already here since you were the one to go to the store. Your last class passed without a hitch, and even though Tara kept sending you weird looks every now and then, you figured she was just jealous. That was the main reason why you pushed her in Chad's direction when she tried to join you.

You're more than happy to see them sitting side by side on the small couch, hunched and giggling over something on his phone.

You blush when you notice Sam standing in the corner, leaned over the stove, slowly stirring something in a boiling pot. Even you can admit she looks like shit from the night spent drinking, her hair a disheveled mess and her eyes bloodshot.

"All these snacks and you're still the best one," Quinn smirks, throwing away the paper bag and taking the food to the living room.

You snort and give her the finger.

Sam whirls around with a spatula in her hand and sends a dark glare to the back of Quinn's before looking you up and down with an unreadable expression on her face, taking in your attire, her eyes lingering on your neck.

You stifle the urge to fiddle with your shirt again and curl your hand into fists, nails digging into your palms.

"Y/n." She eventually mumbles in greeting and turns back around to rummage through the fridge.

"Sam." You look around and decide to settle on the counter. "What are you cooking?"

She tenses, the muscles of her shoulders straining under her tank top as she holds her hands in the air, mid way to the fridge. She sends you a look over her shoulder and takes out a bottle of orange juice.

"Pasta. Want some?" She asks like she's just trying to be polite and not actually offering you a meal.

You look down at your feet, your mood dampened by a single sentence. You feel like you deserve the cold shoulder. "I'm good, thanks." You hop off the counter and turn around to leave.

She catches your wrist. "Not so fast."

You try to not pay attention to the way your skin gets hot all over at the simplest touch, fixing your eyes on hers. You think you can drown in their depth.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." You whisper, placing your palm over hers, and gently squeeze her fingers.

Her eyes darken and she looks down at the motion, her lips parting slightly.

You pray she'll let you off easy.

"Y/n, you need to see this." Mindy calls out, gaining your attention.

Sam blinks, her brows furrow. "We'll talk later," she promises and leads you to the living room and tugs you to sit next to her on the soft cushions, her fingers still wrapped around your wrist. You sag against the pillow and focus on the TV.

"Another fatal stabbing happened yesterday just before midnight. A man in his early thirties was stabbed seventeen times…"

"That's your neighborhood, right?" Tara asks, her face a picture of concern. "You always go down this alley."

"Yeah," you gulp, staring at the photo of the man who followed you yesterday.

The grip on your wrist turns almost possessive, and you turn to look at Sam, choking on your breath when you see a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Your chest is starting to feel too heavy, and your breathing becomes labored. Suddenly, you're back at the apartment, with Ghostface pinning your wrists and the blood on the knife now makes perfect sense.

Ghostface wasn't there to hurt you.

She saved you.

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Do we want a part two?

#Sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter #melissa barrera #melissa barrera x reader #ghostface sam #ghostface!sam #ghostface!sam x reader #ghostface sam x reader #ghostface!sam carpenter #ghostface x reader #sam carpenter smut #ghostface smut #ghostface x you #scream #scream 6 #off the deep end

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wosoimagines · 5 months

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Alone - Arsenal W.F.C./Reader

prompt: R, one of the newest signings, is going to be alone for the holidays.

warnings: none

words: 2313

(Y/N) POV

I tried not to pay attention as the rest of the team discussed their own holiday plans. I really did try to make sure that it didn’t get to me. I hadn’t celebrated any holidays in such a long time that it normally didn’t faze me.

Maybe it was because I was already starting to see the rest of the team as my own family. Or because I had grown so used to seeing some of my teammates every day and I knew that I wouldn’t get to see any of them during the holidays like I currently was able to.

“What about you, Yankee?”

I scowled at the nickname as I sent Katie a glare. It didn’t even make sense considering I wasn’t a Yankee fan or from the North.

“Thought I told you not to call me that.”

“Oh, come on, Yankee Doodle!”

Before I could say anything else, I felt someone nudge my shoulder.

“What are you doing for next week?” Lotte asked. I furrowed my brow because I wasn't entirely sure what she meant. “Don’t we have a game on Thanksgiving? I’m sure the team’s granted you a leave to go spend it with your family.”

“Why would they do that?” I asked.

It wouldn’t have made sense for the team to give me leave, especially when I didn’t ask for one.

“Next week would be when fall break is,” Alessia pointed out causing me to turn my head to where the blonde striker was sitting. I had honestly forgotten that Alessia and Lotte would both know when Thanksgiving was due to their time in America. “Don’t you want to go home and spend Thanksgiving with your parents?”

I only gave a small shrug. I’d much rather play on Thanksgiving Day than spend it with my family. I especially didn’t want to be ignored on a day that was supposed be enjoyed with your family.

“You don’t want to see your family?” Kyra asked as she tilted her head to the side. “I thought that was like the whole point of Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, well, it’s not that fun when you’re the one who has to cook everything and then everyone wants to complain about it all being made wrong,” I said as I turned away from the team so that I could put my shoes up. “Even better is when everyone ignores you if they’re not complaining about your cooking.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Real great considering that last year I tried to tell everyone that I was gonna accept a scholarship to play with UNC only for everyone to ignore me and tell me to shut up,” I continued as if I hadn’t heard Beth. “Then turn around after everyone leaves and your parents explode on you telling you there’s no way you can go to college because you’re supposed to turn pro so that you can pay them back for everything they did to make sure you succeeded as if I didn’t have to fight them tooth and nail to get them to support me.”

“You were going to be a Tar Heel?”

My eyes met Alessia’s before I nodded.

Where I was looking at going to college had been heavily debated with my own national team. Everyone had their own opinions of where I should go except for Lindsey and Mal since they both had skipped college to turn pro immediately out of high school. But that wasn’t what I had wanted. I wanted to go to college so that I could get my degree because I knew that I wouldn’t be playing forever.

Thankfully, Arsenal had offered to support me through my studies. It wasn’t exactly what I had wanted, but it did give me the ability to get away from my family.

Still, I was upset that I hadn’t been able to go to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill like I had dreamed of. UNC had been my favorite college ever since I had discovered who Tobin Heath was and I had wanted to follow in her footsteps as well. So much so that I had even reached out to her when I joined the national team to make sure that she was okay with me wearing the number seventeen like she did.

“Hey, (Y/N), you know you can talk to us about anything that’s going on, right?” Viv started to say as she moved closer to me. “You don’t have to shut –“

“What I would like is for you all to drop it. I’m a big girl. I don’t need any of you to coddle me like I’m some child.”

I pushed past Viv as I headed out of the locker room. I knew it was harsh and that I’d have to apologize later, but I just didn’t want to deal with it right now.

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“I’m sorry.”

Viv looked over her shoulder at me. I had been avoiding her since we got into it late last week. It hadn’t been too hard to avoid the Dutch striker since she gave me my space.

“You were just trying to help me, and I was a bitch.”

“We shouldn’t have tried pushing you so hard.” Viv shrugged before turning around to actually face me rather than just look over her shoulder at me. “We aren’t trying to coddle you. But it’s hard being your age and being away from the only support system you’ve ever known. We just want to make sure that you know we’re all here for you.”

“I really do appreciate it,” I admitted. Viv sent me a soft smile. “I guess it’s just weird since I’ve never had a support system. My parents got me into soccer to keep me busy after school ended so that they didn’t have to pick me up as early in the afternoon. And it wasn’t like either of them were actually happy to make sure that I did as good as I could with soccer until I got called up to the national team.”

“First off, it’s football. That’s the first thing we’re going to have to fix,” Viv corrected causing me to let out a laugh. It had been an argument we often had during training as I had yet to start calling it anything other than soccer. “Second off, I’m always going to be here for you. It won’t ever matter if you leave Arsenal or if I do. I’ll always have your back. Got it?”

“Got it,” I saluted Viv, “Dad.”

Viv rolled her eyes at that. I had been hanging around Laura lately.

“And third off, you stop hanging around Laura so much.”

“Oh, come on,” I said as I followed behind Viv as we both moved to get back into the line that was warming up. “You and Beth are totally parents to Laura now. And you’re definitely the dad.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You just have Dad Vibes.”

I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but Viv really did have all the Dad Vibes. It just made sense once you hung around Beth and Viv long enough.

“So, are you coming tomorrow?”

I furrowed my brow as Beth joined the two of us. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

“I hadn’t asked yet.”

My eyes darted between Viv and Beth. I wasn’t sure what either of them were talking about.

“If you really want to make it up to me,” Viv started as Beth grinned at me, “you’ll come over tomorrow for lunch.”

“For lunch?”

“Yeah, for lunch.”

I shrugged at that. I didn’t really have any plans for tomorrow, but I wasn’t sure that I would actually want to do something. Especially with it being so close to Thanksgiving.

“I don’t know.”

“None of that,” Viv said as she shook her head. I sighed as my shoulders slumped forward. There was no way that I was going to get out of this. “Lunch tomorrow at mine and Beth’s.”

“Fine. Lunch at your place tomorrow.”

Beth grinned before she ruffled my hair and took off to join some of the others. Viv only smiled as she threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled me along the line we were in.

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“Has Viv started to Dad you yet?” Laura asked as she took a seat next to me on the couch. Both of us looked over to where Viv was cooking in the kitchen with Beth watching. “Or has Beth been able to Mom you yet?”

“They keep trying,” I admitted. Neither Viv or Beth would let me help them cook. Viv wasn’t even letting Beth help. “Beth asked me today if I was eating enough.”

“Yeah, they’ll grow on you.”

The two of us fell into silence as we turned our attention back to the game that was playing on the tv.

“What are they even cooking?” I asked causing Laura to look at me. “They wouldn’t tell me, and Viv has forbidden me from going into the kitchen.”

“I’ve been sworn to secrecy,” Laura said before she pretended to zip her mouth shut. I frowned as I gave her a shove. “Mom! (Y/N)’s being mean to me.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Can we put them up for adoption?”

Both Laura and I whipped our heads around to look at Beth as we cried out in complaint. Beth only stuck her tongue out at us as we both grumbled. Neither of us had any real time to respond though as there was a knock at the door.

I furrowed my brow at that. Laura being here wasn’t too surprising considering that Viv and Beth had taken young defender in when she tore her ACL. But no one had told me that others would be coming over.

“Get the door?”

“Why me? You’re their kid.”

“You are too! And you’re not injured.”

I rolled my eyes at that. I was hardly Viv and Beth’s kid. I couldn’t wait for Laura to get back to training with the rest of this so that she wouldn’t be able to use her injury as an excuse. I got up though and got the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Alessia said as soon as I opened the door. I tilted my head in confusion at that. Thanksgiving had definitely been yesterday, but I also had no idea why she was here. “The others aren’t that far behind me.”

I hadn’t even realized that it seemed like the rest of the team was either behind Alessia or getting out of their own cars or pulling down the road. Alessia pushed past me as she ruffled my hair. It wasn’t until a few more of our teammates made their way inside that I finally left where I was standing at the door to move further inside.

“What’s going on?”

Viv and Beth grinned at me before Viv bent down to pull something out of the oven.

“Thanksgiving lunch,” Beth announced once I could see the turkey that Viv had pulled from the oven.

I shook my head with a small chuckle, but I moved to help Viv get everything plated up and presented as she pulled a ham out of the oven as well.

“What all did you make?” Katie asked as she was the last one who came inside.

“All of the traditional foods for Thanksgiving,” Viv said as she motioned to everything. “At least according to Google.”

“You did a pretty good job,” I told her as I looked at everything we had out. “Oh! I call dibs on the wishbone!”

“The what?”

“You don’t know what a wishbone is?” I asked as I turned to look at Kyra. She shook her head and I huffed. “Every turkey has a wishbone. We’ll find it when we carve the turkey. Once the meal is done, two of us will make a wish and we’ll break the wishbone. Whoever has the bigger piece will have their wish come true and good luck for the next year.”

“And how many of your wishes have ever come true?” Kyra asked as she nudged my shoulder before she reached and tried to steal some of the stuffing only for Viv to slap her hand away.

“I’ve never gotten to break the wishbone before,” I admitted. It was usually my cousins who got to break the wishbone.

“Can I break it with (Y/N) since Dad cooked?” Laura asked.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dad.”

I snorted at Viv’s scowl. My attention was drawn away as I was quick to catch the football that had been tossed my way.

“Hey! Not near the food!”

Viv’s scowl had turned from Laura to Lotte who was guilty of tossing the football.

“You brought a football?” I asked her.

Lotte shrugged as she threw an arm around Alessia’s shoulders. I knew that they were both probably the most familiar with Thanksgiving and the traditions we had with the holiday since they were the two who had actually gone to college in the States.

“Figured you could show us how to throw it since the big football game was on yesterday,” Lotte explained.

“And then we can make plans for Christmas,” Alessia added. I furrowed my brow at that. I knew that we would be having some kind of party for the team, but we still had time to plan it. “Cause Mum already told me that I have to bring you with me.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, I was telling Mum how you weren’t going to spend the holidays with your family cause they were assholes and she told me that I have to bring you,” Alessia explained. Alessia’s mom wanted me to join them for Christmas. “And before you try to say no, Mum has already told me that you are not weaseling your way out of it. So, you will be coming to the Russo Family Christmas.”

#uswnt #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagines #arsenal imagine #arsenal imagines #arsenal x reader #arsenal #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso

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littlemissayu · 7 months

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TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 3)

ft:Pomefiore, Ignihyde | pt.1 ; Heartsabyul & Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt. 4; ft.Diasomnia

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

Vil Schoenheit-

1 kid, he originally didn't desire kids because of his career but he changed his mind seeing how you seemed to really want children and he remembered that if his father was able to give him such amazing childhood memories with his career then he could too. Your child is extremely smart like their father. They are very beautiful but unlike their father they're not afraid to get dirty. Eventually they developed a love for gardening; it might not have been their only hobby but it's their favorite. Vil may not be a fan of getting dirty if it makes his kid happy he's happy! Just don't think he'll join the 2 of you. I heavily believe he could father either gender but I'm thinking a gorgeous little girl.

Rook Hunt-

12 kids, he's raising an entire football(soccer) team. He just can't help it, your pregnant image makes him feel aroused. So you pop out your own little team. You kids are super sneaky, even as babies they were able to sneak up on you. They all are suburb archers and could hit anyone in a 9 mile radius. The football(soccer) reference I made is ironic because I heavily believe your first and last kids both play football. Rook is such a proud dad, his kids could do anything and he's give them the ultimate praise, he never let's them forget how amazing they are. He is a parent that can find any excuse for his prefect children, because they can do no wrong. Except disrespect you, bc as their mother you gave birth to them, gave them life, and do your best to take care of them; so respecting you is no debate. You guys also have a family tradition of archery tag to start off the summer every year.

Epel Felmier-

6 kids, your kids have the most beautiful looks, just absolutely gorgeous. They are also extremely competitive, on the farm when it comes to chores they always try to finish first, and once you and Epel figure it out did you tell them they don't need to rush just to beat someone? Nah you two just decided whoever finishes first gets the most allowance, it may sound bad but it gets work done and those kids now can finish any work in record time!! Your kids are very adventurous and lucky for them dear old dad is always willing to support their curiosity. He never lets his kids doubt themselves, he teaches them to be proud yet not too proud. He is the best father to his kids. I also have a feeling the whole family has a competion around apple picking season, whoever gets the most wins, the prixe changes every year.

Idia Shroud-

2 kids, who are absolutely extroverts, loving talking and hanging out with people, everyone loves them. Idia doesn't know how them became such extroverts but he loves them anyway. He may not like human interaction much but he loves spending time he can with his kids. If there is something him and his kids is there love for video games, every Friday they have tournaments to se who wins. You join in as well; your little family loves these games because you get to be together. In terms of girl or boy dad, the 2 of you have 2 boys!(Bonus: If you don't want to name them Castor and Pollux he probably nicknames them that <3!!; and yes they are Gemini's)

Poméfiore Masterlist

Ignihyde Masterlist

Twst Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #fluff #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #epel felmier #idia shroud #idia shroud X reader #domestic #tw babies #babies

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rosalinesurvived · 28 days

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“The ADA don’t care about Dazai!!!!!!”

They have a detailed plan on how to literally fucking defy death and bring him back to life, a plan which Yosano is heavily involved in

Kunikida routinely calls and cooks for him. They fight in perfect sync after four days of them meeting

Fukuzawa trusted Dazai ON HIS WORDS ALONE with Atsushi’s entrance exam and getting him used to the Agency and didn’t get involved just because he put his faith in Dazai

Atsushi hallucinates Dazai when he’s in distress and looking for help, the fear he had for the Headmaster was once the strongest force in his life was replaced with his gratitude and love for Dazai

Fukuzawa says during the Guild Arc that he wouldn’t even consider allying themselves with the PM, but he’s still fine with Dazai, the Demon Prodigy, joining the Agency’s ranks

Ranpo knew from the start that Dazai was an executive for the fucking Port Mafia, the Demon Prodigy and just went “sure fucking whatever” and let him go through his entrance exam to join DESPITE THAT THE AGENCY WAS MADE FOR RANPO AND AGAINST CRIME

Dazai trained Naomi. This was never elaborated on but it did happen

As Ranpo and Kunikida state while debating on whether to rescue Atsushi: the Agency doesnt interfere with someone’s personal issues or unless Fukuzawa tells them to ig

Stories are always more fucking interesting if there’s conflict between characters, ‘good’ or ‘evil’. The Agency are full of clashing characters, complicated backstories and nuances and they’re going to clash against each other. That’s human.

He’s proven time and time again that he won’t kill himself, that his plans are good and strong and for the Agency. He can handle himself and they trust in that

#do i think yosano likes dazai? no.#its good with fluff stories but i realistically think that the ada are Complicated. as they should be!#bsd #bungo stray dogs #armed detective agency #dazai osamu #fukuzawa yukichi #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #yosano akiko #miyazawa kenji #tanizaki junichirou #naomi tanizaki #atsushi nakajima

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him

A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.

It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.

Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.

What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.

“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.

Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.

“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.

“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.

“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?

“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.

“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”

At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”

Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.

Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.

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pairing - xavier thorpe x fem!reader

type - smut, fluff 16+

summary - coming to xavier for comfort, you get something else

warnings / includes - language, smut with plot!! (sorry not sorry) bsf to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, cheating, toxic relationship, semi soft sex, body worship, first time sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction, use protection in real life) alternate uni where xavier doesn’t like Wednesday (romantically)

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You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, sniffling as you walk through the forest. The leaves crunch under your sneakers, branches snapping with each stomp you make. You walk as fast as you can, needing some relief after the horrible fight you’ve just had.

Another argument sparked with your boyfriend. Surprised? No. Hurt? Yes. Annoyingly, so. Each fight seems worse, and no matter how redundant the topics are, your boyfriend manages to say worse things each time. You’re always left sobbing and alone.

But tonight you decided to reach out to the person who always told you to come to him when you needed a friend. You were going to see how well he was going to keep his word.

You softly knock on his door, shivering in the chilly night. You put your ear up to his door, hearing silence. You purse your lips and look back, debating whether or not to go. He doesn’t need to be bothered at this time of night. Not when it’s over relationship drama.

You begin to turn around, but you stop as you hear the door unlock. You turn back around, seeing Xavier in his pajamas and navy blue shirt. His hair is tousled and tangled, sticking up every which way.

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” he asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, about to start crying again. Just thinking about your argument made you shed tears. You didn’t know how you were going to be able to articulate it.

Xavier becomes more alert as he sees a few tears run down your cheeks. He softly but firmly grabs your hand, pulling you into his dorm. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his long arms around your back. You melt into him, thankful for the warmth and the comfort. You begin to cry more into his chest, hiccuping and snotting all over his robe.

He rubs your back soothingly, presses a light kiss to the crown of your head. The hand that’s not rubbing your back cradles the back of your head, holding you ever closer. You two stay there for a few good minutes before you are ready to pull away and speak.

Your throat is scratchy and your eyes bloodshot. Streaks of tears seem to be imprinted on your face. Your lips are puffy and swollen, some snot drying from the corners of your nostrils. But Xavier notices none of that. He cups your face, wiping the remaining tears with his thumb. His brows are furrowed as he looks back forth between your eyes, trying to conjure up his own explanation of why you’re crying in his arms at 2:28 AM.

“Let’s sit down,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up. He leads you to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. He interlocks hands with you, keeping them warm. “What did he say to you?”

“Same old shit,” you sigh. “Accusing me, blaming me, shit-talking me, making rumors up about me.”

Xavier sighs heavily. You see him roll his eyes out from the corner of your eye.

“Did he hurt you?” he asks. “I mean, yeah. I’m crying,” you chuckle sourly.

“Did he touch you?” he clarifies. “No,” you shake your head. “You know he’s not like that.”

“He’s still an asshole,” he mutters. “Definitely,” you nod. “First he tells his buddies that I’m great in bed, then he accuses me of cheating, again. I mean, if he’s going to accuse me of something, he could at least change it up. Like I killed someone, or something,” you scoff.

Xavier chuckles a little. You glance at him and half smile.

“He shouldn’t be going around telling anybody about your business,” he states.

“I know, and I’ve told him. And he always promises he’ll shut up, but the next day I’m the talk of the school again!” you exclaim, frustrated.

Xavier thinks back to what he’s heard his peers say about you behind your back. Over-sexualizing you to the point where it makes him sick to his stomach. He would be lying if he said he had never thought about you sexually, but only briefly. Mostly in passing when he notices the nice dress you might be wearing, or if his mind wanders too far when he’s about to go to sleep. But the comments he hears are vile and disgusting. And especially since they are from your boyfriend who is supposed to be respecting your boundaries.

“I hope you know that when I hear those comments, I try to shut them down,” Xavier says.

Your smile now is bigger than the one before. “Really?”

“Yep,” he nods proudly. “I almost punched a guy once,” he admits.

“I appreciate it,” you pat his hand. “But you don’t need to be playing hero for me. This is my issue. My problem. My relationship.”

“Just because it’s your relationship doesn’t mean you can’t have help,” Xavier states.

You nod slowly and huff, your shoulder sagging. “But this is my own mess. I’m so stupid, Xavi.”

Xavier furrows his brows, squeezing your hand for support. “You’re not stupid.”

“Yes, I am. I mean, we fight and don’t talk to each other for a day. Then he says nice things to me and kisses me and… and I’m reminded of the guy that I fell I love with,” you mumble.

Your words are like a punch to the gut for Xavier. His hand that’s not holding yours balls into a fist, his knuckles becoming white. He wants to tell you to leave him. That this vicious cycle is toxic, but it’s nothing you don’t know already. Your boyfriend just has you under his ridiculous spell.

Maybe he could tell you. If you’ll allow him.

“Tell me if I’m overstepping, okay?” Xavier asks.

You nod and sit silently, anxious to hear what he has to say.

“Maybe he was never they guy you fell in love with. Have you ever thought that this guy who constantly is hurting you is the real him?”

This makes your heart drop. You feel sick to your stomach. You feel ridiculous now. Of course you have thought about that. This is what Wednesday told you after your second fight with him. But you stay with him because, well, you’re naive enough to fall for his apologies and sweet talk.

You’re so worthless, you think. So pathetic. Staying with a guy who is a piece of shit, and treats you like a bigger one. You can’t help but cry again.

Xavier’s eyes widens in panic. He regrets what he said. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut. You came to him looking for comfort, not advice. Not the truth. And now he’s made you do the one thing he swore he would never make you do: cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, getting up and spinning in circles to try and find tissues.

“Xavier,” you call out, voice breaking. He ignores you, still trying to find those tissues and thinking of ways to make you feel better.

“Xavier,” you say louder. You groan as he still doesn’t face you. “Xavier!” you shout.

He spins around, box of tissues in his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re right. I know it, and you definitely do. It just.. sucks to hear,” you laugh breathily.

He nods, gulping hard. He sits back down next to you, holding out the tissues for you. You take them thankfully, blowing your nose and dabbing your eyes. You stay silent for a couple of minutes.

Xavier waits patiently for you to collect your thoughts, admiring you in the meantime. Your eyes are glassy from the tears, but you still have a spark in your eye that he loves to see. Your shirt, that’s ironically your boyfriend’s, hangs off of your shoulder slightly. Your leg bounces up and down as you twiddle with the hem of the shirt. In the dim light of his room, Xavier can see the dark circles under your eyes from the nights that he’s sure are full of screaming and crying instead of sleeping peacefully.

God, what he would to kiss you right now.

“I’ll end it with him tomorrow,” you decide.

Xavier’s eyes light up. He tries to contain the joy in his face, but fails embarrassingly. He grabs your hand that’s on your bed, squeezing it.

“I-I’m happy to hear that,” he stammers. “I know,” you chuckle. “You hate him.”

“Well, I can’t exactly like the guy that makes you feel like shit,” he snorts.

“Thank you for helping me,” you smile.

You hug him tightly, closing your eyes and burying your face into his shoulder. He quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. He kisses your forehead as you pull away. You smile softly, your breath becoming caught in your throat. You notice his eyes flutter down to your lips, eyeing them for a few moments. His hazel eyes meet yours. Even in the low light, you can see the golden brown flecks around his pupils.

His hand cups your cheek again, bringing your face closer. Your heart pounds in your chest. You can hear it in your ears. Your eyes frantically look over him, studying his body language. His other hand rests on your mid-thigh, warmth from his palm spreading to just below your waist.

“Xavier, what’re you doing?” you whisper.

“I…” he fails to get out the words. He’s so nervous, he can barely speak. He’s been waiting for this moment for a year now, as pathetic as it sounds.

“I thought you liked Wednesday,” you wonder.

Xavier’s brows raise and he pulls back. “Where did to get that idea?”

“You’re always following her around like a lost puppy. You even were excited about going to the Rave’N with her,” you explain.

“I was following her around because she found about my club, remember? And I wanted to get to know her more, but as friend. I don’t like her like that. Not like I like you,” he says. Saying that is like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders. Even if you don’t feel the same, which he is ready to accept, at least he is not carrying this huge secret with him. Maybe you two can still continue to be friends, too. He’d be willing to suck it up for you.

Your heart jumps with excitement. You never thought about Xavier liking you. Well, there was a tiny chance when you started dating your boyfriend. Xavier would hang around more, blatantly insult your boyfriend, try to get Ajax to stone him even. He stopped after a week or so once he realized you were serious about the guy. Not so say you weren’t, but you did miss Xavier’s efforts to get your attention.

But now you’re completely done with your boyfriend. You realize you’ve been for a while now. You’ve just been hanging on to whatever you thought you could still make work. It’s clear to you now that nothing could fix you, too, except for breaking up. That solution sounds very good. And to be frank, kissing Xavier sounds even better.

“Did I say too much?” Xavier asks, his voice a tiny bit above a whisper.

“No,” you shake your head, beginning to smile from ear to ear. “You’ve said just enough.” you bridge the gap between you two. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers sifting through his tousled hair. You bring your body up close to his, lightly pressing your chest against his.

He’s shocked and you can tell. He doesn’t reciprocate until you pull away. He brings you back, his arms holding you even closer. You sit up on your knees, taking a shallow breath as you move him to the middle of his bed. He crawls backwards until his back hits the backboard. You straddle his hips, feeling his boner up against your thigh.

Your hands slips down to his shirt, lifting it up slowly. He raises his arms, your kiss breaking for a few seconds before your lips meet again. Your teeth clash with each other, tongues tasting each other. The kiss is sloppy now, needy and fervent, but passionate.

You run your hands down his chest, his hot skin burning the palms of your hands. His hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, feeling your bare back. You place your hands at the bottom of your shirt, taking it off.

Xavier’s eyes practically bulge out of his head. Your tits sit so pretty, your nipples hard as a rock as the cold air nips them. He becomes impossibly harder, feeling the pre-cum soak the waistband of his underwear.

He doesn’t waste any time staring. He dives down and kisses your neck, sucking harshly on your smooth skin. He places sweet kisses along your shoulders, licking a trial down the valley between your breasts. He attaches his mouth to your nipple, raising his hand to massage your other boob.

“Enjoying yourself?” you snicker, your head tipping back in pleasure.

He looks up at you from your body, his lips sucking your boob. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire now. He smirks as he feels your body temperature rise. You smile shyly in reply. Without warning, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you two over. Your head hits the pillows, back sinking down into the mattress. You look up and see Xavier settling between your thighs. His hair cascades down his face, creating shadows over his cheeks.

Your run your hands through his hair, tucking the strands behind his ears. He smiles down at you, those smile lines you always loved so much creating ripples in his skin. His hands massage your sides, allowing you to relax even further into the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. I don’t understand how someone could treat you so poorly. You deserve so much more,” he beams, gazing into your eyes.

You lean up to his ear, nibbling on the skin just below it. A thrill runs up his spine, his eyes fluttering close. “Show me, then,” you whisper.

His head is spinning and heart pounding. He nods excitedly, kissing down your stomach, leaving no skin untouched. You let out a breathy moan in need. You want him so bad it hurts. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to obtain the friction you’re craving. He notices how much you’re moving in bed, taking one hand to trail down to your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His fingers hook under the waistband of your pants. You nod quickly, your own hands shooting down to your pants and practically ripping them off.

You kick off your pants onto the floor, leaving you almost naked. There’s a jolt of excitement that runs through his veins. His hands feels over your black panties, feeling a little wet spot right in the middle. His cock twitches in his pants as he thinks about how wet you must be, and all because of him.

Xavier picks the pace back up, trailing his lips down your stomach. You feel giddy as his lips get closer to your pussy. You feel the heartbeat between your legs, waiting painfully in anticipation for him to touch you.

He places a kiss over your underwear. You’re so pathetic you moan loudly. You buck your hips up, his nose bumping against your mound. He smiles against the fabric, bringing his head down lower to your thighs. He softly sucks your inner thighs, his hands creeping under your panties. His fingers part your pussy lips, slipping inside to feel the warm, slick center. He swallowed hard, throat becoming dry. You’re seeping juices out from your underwear and soaking his bedsheets.

You’re a little embarrassed. He hasn’t done much but kiss and touch you, and you’re already a mess. Despite your boyfriend bragging about you, you two barely ever had sex. And if you did, it wasn’t very good. Tonight was a big relief for you, especially since Xavier is doing so well, too. Your standards are so low, but you know that Xavier will raise them.

He slips two fingers inside, moving them in and out slowly. Your pussy makes a gushing noise, making him smirk up at you. He peers up at you from under his long lashes. You face feels hot as you see his cocky grin.

“You must really be desperate, huh?” he asks. His fingers go in deeper, moving up and down inside of you. He moves his body to tower over you, no wavering in his hand movements. His head hangs down next to your ear. His hair tickles your cheek. Your laugh and moan at the same time, his fingers fucking you feeling so good.

“Let me guess, he doesn’t pleasure you this well, huh?” he whispers.

“Mm-hm,” you shake your head. His other hand is on your thigh. He moves it down to your underwear, slipping under the top and finding your clit with ease. One of your hands flies up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Xavier,” you say breathily. “Shit. Ah… ah, Xavier,” you moan. “Need more,” you whine.

You bring your other hand down between you two, tugging on the drawstring of his pants. Xavier pulls away, getting off the bed and taking off his underwear and pants.

You knew him being 6’2” would give him some length. His cock is an angry red, pre-cum leaking down and coating the sides. Your mind runs wild with how he’ll feel inside of you.

You take off your underwear, leaving both of you naked. He climbs back into the bed, sitting between your thighs. You place your hand on the back of his neck, your fingers entangling themselves in his hair. You bring his head down to yours, kissing him slowly. His heart flutters, ears turning pink as he becomes flustered. Your hand snakes down between you two, wrapping around his dick and giving him a few pumps. The pre-cum runs down your hand and drips onto your thighs.

“Wait,” he pulls away. “Do you not want to do this?” you ask, ready to get out of bed and put your panties back on.

“No, I do. Trust me, I… I really want to. But this is my first time,” he confesses.

You smile brightly, gently taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “It’ll be mine, too.”

He furrows his brows. “I-I thought —?”

“Yeah, I never allowed him to go that far,” you chuckle. “I was waiting for someone special,” you grin, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.

Pride fills his chest. He can’t wipe the smile off of his face. His cheeks already hurt from smiling so hard. He squeezes your hand, diving down to kiss you. You both are smiling, unable to properly kiss each other. He rests his forehead onto yours, looking into your eyes.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” he asks.

You nod, spreading your legs. You try to relax as much as you can, but you’re too excited. You’ve always liked Xavier. You’ve always loved him. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s the right person for you, the right person to do this with.

He parts your pussy with his tip, slowly sliding in. Your nails dig into his hand and bicep. You bite your lip harshly, almost drawling blood.

“You okay?” he asks. “Mmhm,” you nod. You take a big deep breath in and out as he continues. “Stop, stop. I-I don’t think I can have you go any further.”

He nods in understanding, kissing your cheek sweetly. “Feels so good to me, anyways. No matter how much of me is inside.”

You giggle at his kind words, capturing his lips into a kiss once more. He slips out of you and slowly enters you, the small amount of friction making him moan in your mouth. One of his hands rests behind your head while the other goes down between you two, finding your clit. You let out a whiny moan, grabbing onto his skin.

He picks up the pace each second and you get more acquainted with his size.

“More,” you demand. He doesn’t question it, slipping another inch into you.

Your toes curl at the end of the bed. You plant your feet into the mattress, bucking your hips up to meet his. You both groan loudly, Xavier’s eyes rolling back while your head tilts back into the pillows, breaking the kiss.

“You feel so good, fuck,” he mumbles. He opens his eyes, looking down and watching as his dick exits and enters you. His pre-cum mixes with your juices, making a sloshing sound.

“Mm, Xavier. Right here,” you gasp. You buck your hips back up, his dick hitting your g-spot with just enough pressure. “Shit. Ju-just like that. Yeah, yeah. Ah, ah! Xavier!” you shout.

His thumb that’s on your clit circles it faster, his hips snapping with yours. Your muscles clench around him, and he’s almost done for. He doesn’t want to come until you do, though. He’s determined.

Your fingers scrap down his back, your body arching. Your chest meets his, the sweat from both your bodies mixing. Xavier presses his lips to yours in a messy, wet, hot kiss. His hot breath fans over the side of your mouth, his teeth clashing with yours.

“Xavi, I’m close,” you moan, eyes screwing shut. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. D-Don’t change anything. Ah, fuck.”

He keeps the exact same pressure and pace, looking down at your face. You look so beautiful when about to come. Your jaw dropped with sweat lining your neck. Your eyes are rolled back, head digging into the pillows.

“Xavier, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come! I-I’m gonna —!”

You muscles tense up and you feel the pressure lifting off of your tummy.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n,” he groans, gripping the pillow next to your head. He pulls out quickly, his whole body shaking as he comes. He manages to turn his body to the side, getting a little bit of cum on your thigh.

“S-sorry,” he stammers, quickly getting a tissue and wiping your thigh.

“No worries,” you smile. “Are you, uh, on birth control?” Xavier asks, still a little breathless.

“Yes,” you nod. “If I wasn’t, I would’ve asked for a condom.”

He smiles and nods, “right.” he puts his underwear and pants back on. He grabs your clothes, setting them on the bed next to you. “Would you like some water? Or a snack?”

“I would love some water, thank you.” you nod. You take your clothes and head to the bathroom. Xavier jogs over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back.

“Do you feel okay?” he asks. “Yes. I feel a little sore, but I’ll be okay,” you answer.

“Okay,” he grins. He leans down and pecks your cheek and forehead. “I love you.”

You sigh happily and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I love you.“

He kisses the side of your head before pulling away. “What if your boyfriend finds out?”

“He’ll be my ex by then,” you shrug. “And I’ll be able to make up rumors about him. Like how he’s so bad and that’s why I went to you,” you wink.

Xavier smirks, “he’ll be pissed.”

“Mm, good,” you hum. You lean up and kiss him. “He deserves it.”

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I just found your page and I totally didn’t read all of your Miguel O’Hara fics. One I love how you write kissing you caught that spark off a kiss with someone you love in a way most books don’t get right.

I can’t sit here and sing your praise all day but I do have a question. Fully up to you and if it’s just a Drabble that ok but will you ever being writing something else for Side walk kisses? It’s so cute and I can see more moments with Miguel and Y/N just being silly cute mindless college students so helplessly in love. Fluff smut angst whatever you decide to Drabble in I will be fully ok with

(This is the first time I’ve done an ask so sorry I I seem a little over excited)

AHHH I love when I'm people's first asks, it always makes me feel so special!!! I thought I'd try my hand at a bit of angst for you anon!

Insecurities

You know you shouldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, shouldn’t be debating making up some excuse and dashing off to the humanities building to rid yourself of this pit in your stomach like a snake sheds its skin.

But that would require leaving Miguel alone with Xina, and you think you’d rather die than do that. So, you’re stuck in the courtyard right outside the library, holding onto Miguel’s bicep possessively as you struggle to keep up with the flow of conversation.

Now you wouldn’t say you’re an insecure person, sure you have your insecurities like everyone else, but they don’t plague your mind, or weigh heavily on you as you go about your day-to-day business. Right now, though? As you take in Xina, her long thick dark hair, her stunning almond eyes that sparkle with intelligence, the flawlessness of her skin, the way she so easily keeps up with Miguel as they discuss the intersection between genetics and robotics, you’re feeling pretty insecure.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, when making your calculations you have to factor in the deficiencies in the code, just as you have to factor in potential genetic flaws.” Xina says, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, excitement clear on her face.

“Of course, with genetics it’s harder to eradicate flaws than in code, but I could see it following a similar pattern.” Miguel responds, nodding at her words.

You’re so lost. If they wanted to discuss the intricacies of the English language or the way philosophers can so heavily affect the development of a nation’s culture you would be there, front row and ready, but science? Science is not your forte.

Xina laughs and smacks Miguel’s arm, pulling you out of your thoughts, Miguel is laughing too so you do the same which draws her attention to you.

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry, we’ve been so rude, what do you think?” She asks, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious, or just hates you.

You stumble for a moment, then say, “I agree with Miguel.”

She laughs again. “You think Charles Darwin would be a good computer programmer?”

Miguel joins in, and for the first time ever his laughter sounds sour to your ears.

“Oh, um, no, I just—”

Xina smiles sympathetically at you, but it feels a bit patronizing. “It’s okay, not everyone can keep up with us.”

Okay, maybe running and hiding was a good idea.

“Y/N is actually top of her sorority for GPA, she’s read more books than anyone else I know, and she helps me write all my lab reports.” Miguel jumps in.

“That’s so cute.” Xina coos, looking at you as if you were a kindergartener presenting her with a crayon scribbled drawing.

You give her a tight smile, then squeeze Miguel’s bicep. “Hey, I’m gonna head to class, but I’ll see you later?”

He nods, and lets you go, reabsorbed in his conversation with Xina.

You toy with the bracelet Miguel got you as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. It’s a pretty thing, a birthday present, simple and elegant, highlighting your birthstone, the words, mi dulce, engraved on the inside in a small, flowy script. It jingles pleasantly as you mess with it, and glints under the florescent lights.

“The professor isn’t here yet, right?” Kelsey slides into her desk next to you and starts unpacking her bag.

“No, he’s running a little late.” You say, absentmindedly shading one corner of the blank page in your notebook with your pencil.

“Okay, good because I have something kinda fucked up to show you.” She says, pulling out her phone and scrolling until she finds what she’s looking for.

You lean towards her, the thought of gossip perking you up a bit.

“So, you know that Ava girl, the bitch who used to date your man?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yes.” You grumble, feeling that familiar gloom settle back over you.

“Okay well she’s been trying to get with this Kappa Sig, and you know how the brothers are like obsessed with me because my brother is their president and an absolute legend as they always remind me.”

“Yeah, it’s the reason we got into their parties freshman year.”

Kelsey’s brother was a decent guy, all things considered. Older than you two by a year or so, with the charisma of a cult leader but lacking the desire to start a cult. Throughly satisfied with his fraternity and the Fortune 500 company he’ll go on to work at once he graduates. He was nice enough, extending his protection to you and anyone else close to his sister while in the Kappa Sig house.

“So, one of them texted me about her trying to sleep her way through the frat, but then, my brother sent me this video. I gotta warn you, it’s not school appropriate.” She says as she slowly turns the screen towards you.

At first, you recoil. It’s Ava, half naked, and some guy, on a bed that looks vaguely familiar. The guy’s face is out of the frame, but he’s shirtless, his pants pushed down exposing his dick to the camera, Ava’s hand wrapped around it pumping furiously. “Um, what the fuck is this?”

“Just wait.” Kelsey says quietly, glancing around the room to make sure no one else is watching. They’re not, they’re too busy with their own phones or side conversations.

You half watch the video, feeling weird about watching, your idea of a good time isn’t watching your boyfriend’s psycho ex jack some guy off.

The guy finishes, his hips bucking and Ava saying something you can’t hear since Kelsey’s sound is off.

The camera shakes as Ava picks it up and shows off the face of the man. Dark hair, glazed brown eyes with hints of crimson, perfectly formed lips parted. You know that face, but you don’t want to accept it.

“Is that Miguel?” You’re horrified, sick to your stomach, head spinning, every unpleasant feeling and sensation you could feel erupting all at once.

You can see Ava go to grab his face, guide him lower, moving to take off her underwear, and you turn your head, unable to watch any longer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when it was filmed, but Darren said he had one of the brothers send it to him yesterday then made all of them delete the video from their phones. He knows Miguel’s your boyfriend, said he was just looking out for you.” Kelsey puts away her phone and looks at you, eyes searching your face, before giving you a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry y/n, I can ask him to see if he can find out when it was filmed?”

You want to cry, you really, really want to cry. “It looks recent, that’s Miguel’s bed, I’ve been there, I’ve slept on that bed, I—I can’t think about this right now. Thank you for telling me, and tell your brother I said thanks too.”

Kelsey nods and squeezes you tighter before letting go and giving you a sad smile.

The professor finally shows up, and you throw yourself into your notetaking, graphite digging into the pristine white paper as you try to drown out the images in your head with the sound of your professor droning on.

Part 2 here!!!

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Hannibal lector x teen!reader - I would notice

Is it possible to have a continuation of 'i would notice'? Bc that fic was scrumptious and I need to see reader happy and healthy with Hannibal 😭 - Anon💜

Part two:

You resumed your therapy on a non official basis, your parents weren’t billed for the sessions like usual, Hannibal would make the time to either go to your school, your home or occasionally to some cafe.

Hannibal had come to the agreement with you that he would meet you twice a week, and if you felt the thoughts getting the better of you then you would call him no matter the time of day.

He also insisted on checking your arms for any injuries and relied on you to tell him the truth about if you had inflicted any wounds elsewhere.

You were laid upside down on your couch while Hannibal read over the letter that you had given him.

“You refuse to go to your progression meeting? Think about college or university?” He asked.

“I don’t see the point, plus the letter insists on bringing my parent or parents with me and yeah considering they’re in a whole different country that might be a bit hard.”

He hummed a little bit, setting the letter down and he looked at you.

“Do sit up, all that blood rushing directly to your brain won’t do you any good.”

You sighed, swinging yourself back around so you were sitting up.

“Are you interested in perusing a higher education?”

“I haven’t really thought about it I guess…”

“You hadn’t thought about making it past your teenage years?”

You shook your head and he nodded in understanding.

“Well, we have some time, why don’t you take a moment to think about this. What do you want to do in your life?”

You went quiet as you thought about his question.

“I guess I want to help people somehow.”

“A doctor? A therapist?”

You shook your head.

“No. There jobs my parents want me to have, I don’t want them.”

“Well, perhaps you should consider going to this meeting, see what your options are based on your grades at the moment.”

“No thanks, I’ll pass.”

Hannibal sighed heavily.

“Will you attend this meeting if I were to ask nicely?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll be the only student there without a parent or guardian, that’s gonna make me the laughing stock of my whole grade.”

“Just consider it, I would like you to go there tomorrow, trust me.”

Hannibal checked his watch and stood up.

“I have an appointment soon, so I must be going but do consider staying for the meeting for me, see what options there are available for your future.”

You got up to see him out, but never gave him a response.

You were supposed to still be on summer break, but you found yourself wondering the school halls as you debated actually going to this meeting.

It was supposed to be the last one before senior year, anybody who hadn’t gone to any of the meetings were going to start getting pulled aside in following year.

The meeting would help clear up some doubts you were having on your future and you knew that, but you didn’t want to go alone, so you closed your locker.

You began making your way towards the exit, and last minute changed your course to step into the classroom where other students and parents were.

“Well, look who finally came. I was hoping you would.” Your teacher smiled.

You gave a small smile back, walking over.

“Hey Daniels, I was wondering if maybe I could just get a few leaflets and go.”

He nodded, picking up a few leaflets and some other things.

“Take it I can’t encourage you to stay?” He asked.

“Nah, plus it looks like you’ve got a pretty full room anyways.”

He chuckled a little.

“All last minute, just like you. But you’ve still got time to decide so don’t panic about it.”

“I won’t, thanks.”

You stuffed them into your bag and swung it over your shoulder, turning to head to the door and you nearly collided with someone walking through.

“I hope I’m not late, there was a great deal of traffic on the way here.”

You took a few steps back.

“Doctor lector?”

He smiled as he saw you, taking his scarf off.

“You came, although I assume I caught you just as you were leaving?”

You nodded.

“Well, since we’re both here why don’t we take a seat?”

You sat at the back of the classroom with him, setting all the leaflets you had gotten on the table.

“Have you thought about how far you want to travel?” Hannibal asked.

“I don’t really want to go too far, I want to stay somewhere semi familiar.”

“Alright, in that case we’ll take these ones away.”

He took a few of the leaflets away, and picked up one of the others, talking you though it and comparing all of the colleges and universities for you.

“Well, you are interested in animals, perhaps something in that industry?”

You gasped, lightly hitting the table a few times in excitement.

“Zookeeper!! Or.. or.. or ranch owner!” You whisper yelled.

Hannibal chuckled a little, smiling softly at you, and he set a couple of leaflets down in the table for you.

“Well, you still have your senior year ahead of you, but perhaps we can think of visiting a few of these universities, see what they have to offer for you.”

“Aren’t you like real busy or something?”

“I do have spare time, if need be I can make the time.”

You nodded a little bit, looking through one of the leaflets, showing him one of the pictures.

“This one has monkeys, and it’s near a zoo I could do work experience.”

“Well then, I think we should arrange a visit to this university and see all they have to offer, don’t you?”

You quickly nodded your head.

“How do we do that?”

“I’ll handle all of that no need to worry at all.”

You smiled a little at him, and you pulled another bit of paper from your bag, handing it over to him.

“What’s this?”

“Well, we get to decorate our parking spots, this is what I wanna do with mine.”

“This will take you all day.”

“Yup!”

You beamed at Hannibal and he handed the paper back to you, gesturing to the front of the room so you could pay attention.

When the meeting was over, Hannibal dropped you off back home.

“Shall I meet you here tomorrow?” Hannibal asked.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll see you next week doctor Lector, and I uh.. thank you for coming to the meeting.”

He smiled at you, making his way back to his car.

You wanted to get an early start on decorating your parking space, and you placed a sheet down that you could sit while you did it.

It was still early in the day, there weren’t many students there, but all of them were doing the same thing as you, getting an early start.

You were sitting with headphones on while you worked, but you did notice a shadow over you, so you tilted your head up.

“Doctor lector!”

You smiled, pushing your headphones down and you moved over so he could sit next to you.

“I happened to find myself with the day free, so I thought I would come check on your progress.”

“I’ve got to wait for the top to dry, so I’m working on the background for now.”

Hannibal nodded his head, and he looked at the paints that you were using.

“You’ve changed your idea a little bit.”

“Yeah, I thought a forest scene would be a lot nicer you know?”

He hummed a little bit, handing you a green paint, taking the one you already had next to you.

“Try this one, it would capture the essence of the pine trees, make them look more alive.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

You changed the shade of green you were using, and Hannibal took a paintbrush to help you, following the outline that you had made.

“Do you paint or something doctor lector?”

“I believe everybody should divulge into the arts in some way another, it can help clear one’s mind, find them peace.”

You nodded your head.

“You seemed to be rather adepts at painting.”

“My parents made me take art classes as a kid, I guess I just really enjoyed it because I kept painting. I lost interest a while back, but I thought maybe I should pick it up again.”

“Why was that?”

“You.”

“Me?”

Hannibal looked at you slightly confused and you smiled a little at him.

“Yeah, you taught me it was important to keep my interests, especially if I want to clear my mind. Painting really helps.”

“And visiting the pet store?”

“They have really cute puppies?” You grinned a little.

Hannibal chuckled, and he smiled at you, turning his attention back to the painting.

“I am glad to see that you’re becoming much happier, have you considered getting a pet? For company that is, that way you are not alone.”

“I was thinking about it, but I don’t know, I don’t wanna buy one you know?”

“Have you thought about adopting one? I have a friend who has done the same, I could ask him to come with us if you’d like?”

“Yeah! Oh my god I want to find a really adorable dog!”

Hannibal chuckled again.

“Well, considered it settled then. I shall get into contact with Will, I’ll arrange a date and a time, we will go to a few rescues until you find a perfect dog.”

You and Hannibal carried on working on your parking spot, he showed you how to blend the colours to look more natural, and he did the more intricate details for you.

When you were finished you put your hand into the paint tin, and you pulled it out, grinning at him.

“What are you planning?” He mused.

You stamped your hand on the bottom of your parking space, and wrote you name underneath, then wiped your hand on your jeans.

“(Y/N), don’t do that come now, you’ll never get that out.”

Hannibal handed you a cloth, and you used that instead, just grinning at him.

He stood up, and looked at your forest themed parking spot, trees, birds, blue skies, sunlight through the trees, a stag in the middle of them all, and an owl sitting on the branch.

“Why an owl?” You asked.

“Well, because they protest wisdom, a thing I believe you have a lot off.”

“Haha very funny.”

“It’s true, you’re a smart person (Y/N), with a lot of wonderful ideas for this world, and I for one look forward to seeing you grow into a wonderful adult.”

You smiled at him.

Hannibal gestured to paint.

“May I?”

You nodded and he brushed some paint on to his hand, and he printed his hand print next to yours, signing his name underneath.

He cleaned his hand on a cloth, and he stood next to you.

“Now this is truly a work of art.” He said.

“Can we go look at dogs now?”

“Well, everywhere is closed to the public, however Will has agreed for you to come to his home and meet his dogs, would you be alright with that?”

You quickly nodded your head and rushed to pack everything away.

“Careful now, we don’t want to ruin your hard work, you spent all day on that.”

“Right! Right! Carefully.”

Hannibal helped you out everything into your car.

“Go home and change, I’ll be there shortly to come get you.”

You beamed brightly from ear to ear and he smiled at you, opening your car door so you could get in.

You drove back home to wash the pain off and change into some fresh clothes, and you were practically bouncing with happiness as you waited for Hannibal to come back.

The moment you saw his car you were running down the driveway, and he chuckled, getting out of his car to open the passenger door for you.

“Does Will have a lot of dogs? Can we get them treats?”

You carried on rambling questions for him, and he just smiled, finally seeing you with a spark of life, a spark of happiness

#hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine #Hannibal x you #Hannibal #Hannibal lector #hannibal lector x reader #Hannibal lector x you #Hannibal lector imagine

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markster666 · 2 months

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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #18 (Uniform Kink)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, smut with little plot, pet names, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, uniform kink, waiter Alastor, one-shot, rough sex, etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 744

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. NSFW under the cut. Yknow exactly which outfit i'm going with this ;) (when I tell ya'll I spent a good 10 minutes trying to find Alastor's busboy outfit as a gif... I could NOT find one LMFAO)

"Hey Alastor, you know that uniform you wore when you were fighting with Lucifer? The waiter outfit?"

You were leaning against the bar counter, taking a sip of your drink. You and Alastor had been talking for awhile, maybe about an hour, but you found yourselves not being able to strike up much conversation anymore. You both sat in awkward silence before you popped that question.

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing up slightly at the mention of his fight with Lucifer. He sat up straight, fixing his relaxed posture, turning to face you, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"What about it, my Dear?" he asked cautiously, his hands moving protectively to his chest.

You sat up as well, your eyes filled with mischief.

"I think you look really hot in it," you said, your voice low and seductive.

"I wish I could see you wear it again."

Alastor hesitated for a moment, debating whether to reveal that particular memory. Finally, he sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Alright, fine," he muttered, his voice husky with reluctance.

"But just this once, okay? Meet me in my room."

With that, he vanished, and you set your drink down on the counter, making your way to his room as fast as you could, excited to see him in that outfit again. He was waiting for you in his room, and the moment you opened it, he was already dressed up in it. His eyes darted around the room nervously, as if expecting someone to catch him.

You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him, his usually imposing demeanor replaced by a silly, almost vulnerable vulnerability. His ears were pinned to the sides of his head and he had a scowl masking his features.

"Please fuck me in that outfit, Alastor."

Alastor's eyes lit up with newfound determination, his ears sprung up, and he quickly stepped forward, his arms wrapping around you, lifting you up effortlessly. He carried you to the bed, laying you down on the center of the mattress. Without another word, he unbuckled his pants and made sure to keep the rest of the outfit intact, pulling his cock out, already hard at the thought of you. He straddled you, his hard cock pressing against your wet entrance. Slowly, he lowered himself, his hips rocking back and forth as his cockhead teased your entrance.

With a growl, he thrust inside you, filling you up completely. His powerful hips pumped rapidly, his cock hitting your G-spot relentlessly. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his nails digging into your flesh, leaving red crescents in their wake.

The combination of the uniform and the familiar yet foreign environment created a surreal atmosphere, heightening their shared desire. Despite his efforts to remain professional, Alastor couldn't help but groan in pleasure, his voice sounding more like a moan.

"Alastor! You feel so fucking good!"

Alastor's grip on your thighs tightened, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into you relentlessly. Alastor's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, his hold on you tightening.

"Shut up and enjoy it, you filthy whore," he growled, his voice filled with passion.

His thrusts became faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours in a rhythmic motion, his hands reaching down to fondle your breasts roughly.

His tongue darted out of his mouth, tracing along your jawline, before claiming your neck in a hungry kiss. His teeth nipped at your neck, leaving marks that would surely turn into bruises later. The combination of pain and pleasure was driving him and you both wild, sending him over the edge.

With a roar, Alastor came inside you, his seed filling you up to the brim. He continued to thrust rapidly, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm as he milked every last drop of his cum from his exhausted member.

Finally, he collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his cock still buried inside you. Panting heavily, he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

"T-That was amazing..."

You panted out, petting his hair slightly. He slowly pulled out of you, his cock leaving a wet trail of cum on your inner walls. With a sigh of relief, he helped you clean up, wiping away the evidence of their lovemaking before assisting you in getting up.

"It was, my Dear, but don't expect me to ever wear this again."

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leiswxrld · 7 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒... “Are you going to come for me pretty boy…make a huge fucking mess inside of me”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bill Kaulitz x Black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, P in V sex, doggystyle, Submissive bill, toilet sex, no condom, strangers to lovers, oral (m receiving), Bill is 18+, plane sex, reader is very horny.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1556 Words

𝐀/𝐍: Hey guys I’ve missed you all, busy with starting college but I’m back for all of you I haven’t forgotten don’t worry but enjoy this rq, more to come 😉

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒: @cafekitsune

Fuck you were horny again. You sat near the back of the plane n and had already gone through 2 movies in the span of 2 hours and you couldn’t help but feel the aching sensation between your legs increase as you tried to ignore it, drinking more of your apple juice and eating a few more snacks but it was too irresistible to ignore.

You had only completed 3 hours of your 12 hour flight and you were debating going to the bathroom and fucking a potential person in there or waiting until you landed and the first option was the one you were leaning towards more.

Your eyes scanned the plane for a potential hook up, lewdly checking off every guy in your head until your eyes landed on a guy, three rows in front of you. His black hair covered most of his face but you only catched a glimpse of it when he turned to face you.

He was cute in a type of way and looked as if he belonged in some rock band and you decided that he was going to be yours at the end of this flight. You kept staring at him as if your life depended on it and he seemed to feel your lustful eyes on him as he turned around subtly to only turn back around at the shame of being caught.

He seemed to return to the conversation with the boy sat next to him that seemed to be his brother but gradually gravitated back to your perverted gaze, watching as you slowly lifted up the black cropped shirt you were wearing and flashing him a glimpse of your full perky tits. His eyes widen as he searches the plane to see if anyone had caught you before returning his eyes on you.

He let out a cough, his face turning a bright red turning back to his brother that seemed to not notice his reaction. You could tell he was fighting the urge to look back as he was drawn back to your face. You nodded your head toward the toilet behind you and his face reddens at the bold invitation as you look around before discreetly getting up and entering the toilet.

You stood their impatiently waiting and began to feel anxious that he decided to not take you on your offer but before you about to leave he opens the door and locks it behind him.

He stands in front of you, face red as a cherry as he refused to meet your intimidating glare, “Get over here” you drag him over and lock lips with him, desperately trying to get his clothes off. He pulls off, heavily breathing as he takes in your naked body, “I’m uh- Bill”

“Y/N, let’s skip formalities and get straight to it” You bring him into another kiss, slipping your tongue into his as your nails dig into his nape, feeling the moist feeling of his sweat against your fingertips. You pull away, the saliva from your mouth breaking away from him.

You point to his joggers, signalling him to take them off. Poor thing looked like a deer in headlights as his eyes were dazed, quickly and messily fumbling with the two strings and pulling them down along with his boxers.

Your eyes widen like a kid in a candy store at his length, stalking closer towards him, “For someone who acts timid and shy I didn’t take you for someone who carried a size that big” he blushes as he watches you go onto your knees.

“I wonder if you can keep quiet whilst i suck you off” you give his tip a kiss before slipping his girth into your mouth all the way till you could feel it poking the back of your throat.

You watch his face contort as his hand slaps around his mouth as he involuntarily emits a low whimper and you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock as he moaned and whimpered. His eyes nearly roll back, hazily watching you sloppily suck him off with hunger.

“Shit-please” he pleaded, his hand shakily dragging down towards your hair and gripping it as he guided you faster on his length.

“I’m gonna- fuck- I’m gonna cum”

You pull off before he could release and he whimpers as his eyes open up again. “Why’d you stop”

“I want you to come inside me pretty boy” you say walking towards the toilet sink and bending yourself over it as you teased him. “Come and Fuck me bill you want to please mommy don’t you”

he blushes once again, "M-mommy" he stutters in response, "Yes mommy do have a problem with it" he shakes his head no as settles behind you.

He's star struck, shakily aligning his tip with your entrance and slowly sinking himself into you as he let out a sigh before letting you adjust for a bit, "M-move"

He gently rock's himself into you at a set pace, making sure to hit that spot that made you moan and cry as your hand gripped the edge of the sink. He remains eye contact with you in the mirror as he gripped your love handles and praised you.

Your pants became harsher as he rocked himself into you deeper and longer, every stroke making you see stars as you moan out "Good boy" and "Doing so well for mommy", your hand press's against the mirror trying to hold yourself before you found yourself being fucked into the sink.

“Fuck bill doing so well for me" you moan, your voice going hoarse as Bill let out moans and whines.

The room was filled with skin slapping and the mixtures of your sweaty bodies that filled the toilet air as he fucked you like he was in heat. The sweat dripped down both your bodies as the excessive amount of moans and groans filled the room. "Shit, just like that"

At this point you knew he wasn’t trying his best to be quiet as he let loose not caring for the audience that may be hearing from outside the door. "Shhh sweet boy, you don't want them hearing how much of a slut you are for me do you" You hush out and he opens his eyes, letting a hand go around his mouth to shut himself up.

You arched your back more, bouncing yourself back onto him as you watched in the mirror as he made lewd faces, his hand gripping the side of your hip with forcefulness.

"Are you going to come for me pretty boy…make a huge fucking mess inside of me” you say and he’s too flushed out to say anything, his eyes threatening backwards and his moans getting louder.

"Shit mommy please let me come" he pleads as he increases speed,

“Do it for me sweet boy, come inside me”

"W-wait are you on the pill"

"Y-yes just do it come inside me"

Bill chases his release before finally coming inside you and releasing, the feeling of his warm seed seeping into you and before you know it you convulse all over his cock with a moan and slump over onto the sink. Your pants were loud and frantic as he pulls out, his release dripping down onto the floor. “You were so good for me, sweet boy”

You shakily get up and press a gentle kiss on his lips, “T-thank you”he mutters and you smile. “You're still shy after fucking the shit out of me” he blushes, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly still avoiding eye contact with you.“You can’t blame me your very intimidating”

“Only when I’m very horny….anyway we should probably get dressed before they come knocking” you say and you both quickly get dressed and you clean yourself up before looking in the mirror to see the damage.

"Your hair" you say fixing his hair that seemed to be all over the place and made sure to leave one at a time, You leaving first and Bill going after.

You ignored plenty of the dirty stares you got from the passengers on the plane as you sat in your assigned seat and watched as bill walked back to his seat and you both didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of flight.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Eventually you touch down in England and make it back to your apartment after 2 hour journey from the airport. You hop in the shower and take a quick one as you make it back to your bedroom and jump onto your bed, phone in hand.

You're scrolling on your twitter feed when a video piques your interest and your eyes widen when your moans of desperation and hunger are emitted through your phone speakers, not only was there a video online going viral of you getting fucked in a toilet in the plane

You were also number 1 trending on twitter and not for the right reasons,

‘Group leader Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel was caught having sexual relations with an unknown women on the flight to England for their world tour in the planes toilet, could it be a girlfriend or potential lover?’

How did a 10 minute hookup become a world wide scandal ?

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x black fem reader #black reader smut #black reader #tokio hotel #x black fem reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #leiswxrld #leiscoven

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✧ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 || flowers au ♔

summary: connor receives his first bouquet from violet after she visits for her first game

warnings: none, i don't think

notes: finally a happy one! don't worry these upcoming ones all are happy ones as well but i love angst so... that might change. also do you guys want more of the fantilli siblings?? i feel like i have just been writing for violet and connor which i don't mind doing, i love it, but i feel like i made her the sister of luca and adam and i haven't really made it a point to really explore their relationship. also this would've been out earlier but I kind of started watching the golden globes so... and everytime i write connor saying 'sweet girl' or 'pretty girl' i literally die inside. feel free to ask anything for the au because i love hearing from you guys and i hope to answer some questions if you have any. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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After relentless begging, text after text, call after call, bribe after bribe, Violet finally agreed to take a weekend to drive up to the city to watch one of Connor’s games. In reality, it didn’t take much for her to agree it was just the timing of his games and her school things that made it almost entirely impossible for her to visit.

Connor was bouncing off the walls when he got the text from her saying she was coming for not only one but two games, however, he knew the second one wasn’t for him. It worked out that the game she decided to go to, they were playing the Devils the next day. She debated heavily for a while before she decided to get tickets to that one as well.

Connor was more than happy to get her tickets, Violet initially refused the offer from the boy but he wasn’t having any of it. Getting her two tickets for both the Panthers and the Devils games. He hasn’t been this excited and nervous for a game since his debut and even then, he was calmer than that.

Violet spent all week working on his bouquet. She hadn’t thought about which flower he represented and when she did, she didn’t know which one to give him. There were so many that he could be, yet as she looked through her book of flowers corresponding them with her favorites, she landed on canterbury bells.

She had fallen in love with these flowers right before her high school graduation. They were outside the venue where she would graduate from and snapped a picture, not having time to look it up. When she looked up pictures she was immediately entranced by their beauty and knew that she should save those flowers for someone special.

When she got word of Nico being injured, she was saddened for both him and the team. He was their captain, they couldn’t do anything without them. So even though she’s only met the man once or twice her whole life, she still made him a bouquet.

She dragged Ollie to the games with her, the two of them driving up to Chicago after Ollie’s last class on Friday. She hadn’t seen Connor in forever and she was super excited. She texted him throughout the drive, mostly because Connor wanted to make sure they were driving safely and nothing happened along the way.

When they arrived at Connor’s apartment, she knocked on the door, “I’m waiting.”

Connor opened the door and immediately grinned, bringing her into a hug which she gladly accepted. Ollie excused herself into the apartment as the two stayed hugging, “I missed you.”

Connor sighed, placing his chin on her head, “I missed you too.”

“I need to tell you everything that’s happened in the past however many months.” She giggled, ready for her gossip session with her best friend.

Connor laughed and led her into his apartment, placing her bag into his room, “You are okay sharing with me right? Or would you rather stay with Ollie?”

She placed a hand on his arm, “If I wasn’t okay with it I wouldn’t have offered it. Now what are we doing for dinner, I’m starving.” She flopped down on his bed curling up into the comforter.

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

Before she even got a word out, Ollie screamed from the guest room, “Texas Roadhouse!”

Ollie had been obsessed with Texas Roadhouse since she started going to UofI. She and Violet were wandering about and were extremely hungry so they decided to go somewhere they had never been before. She fell in love with the rolls and everything else was history.

“Of course, she does.” Violet turned over and got under the covers of Connor’s bed. Connor raised an eyebrow at her, “What are you doing?”

She shot him an innocent smile, “Getting comfy. I don’t want to go anywhere?”

“Is that true, sweet girl?” Violet blushed at the nickname, Connor only really used it if she was in the middle of an anxiety or a panic attack. She just nodded as she closed her eyes, smelling the fading scent of Connor from the pillow.

“How about I can go and get it and then bring it back.”

“I came here to see you, I want to spend time with you especially because you have games the next two days.” Her eyes focused on the ground before fiddling with her fingers and picking at them.

Connor placed a hand over her own to stop her from picking at them, “Hey, stop it. You can go with me if you want.”

She popped up quickly, “Okay!”

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Ollie ate in the guest room, not wanting to impede on the growing relationship happening outside her door. Violet and Connor sat in the small living room watching the Blues and Devils game. They were in the middle of talking when all of a sudden the announcers started talking loudly and they couldn’t hear the sound of the skates anymore.

Violet looked at the TV to see Jack against the boards, not moving. She gasped in horror as they played the replay, even though it didn’t look that bad, he still wasn’t moving. Her leg started to bounce anxiously, Connor pulled her to his side, “Hey it’s okay, sweet girl. He’s going to be okay.”

Even though they weren’t the closest friends, they still cared about each other. Jack and Violet’s relationship was just a bunch of banter and annoyance for one another, but if she needed to or if he did, they knew they could go to each other.

She never stopped thinking of the worst possible outcome, “What if he’s not? Luke must be so worried right now. I couldn’t imagine if Adam or Luca got hurt.”

The boy moved her to sit in front of him and she wrapped her arms around his torso. Connor unfolded his legs and she scooted closer so she could rest her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and placed his other hand on her head, keeping it where it was, “He’s fine, sweetheart. Calm down, please. I hate seeing you cry.”

She calmed down at his touch, one of the quickest times she had calmed down from an emotional high. When she pulled away Connor looked down at her, “Hey there she is.”

He wiped the tears off of her cheeks and smiled, “There’s the pretty girl.”

She groaned, hiding her face back in his chest once more, a blush rising to her face, “Connor. Stop it.”

✧༺✎༻∞

Before the game, Violet and Ollie went out and explored Chicago. They went to the Bean and went to Magnolia Bakery. They went shopping because they both knew that if Connor had gone with them, he would’ve tried to pay for everything.

Ollie teased the girl as she put on her Bedard jersey, “When are you guys going to get together?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. You two are so in love with each other that it’s annoying and gross.”

“We are not.”

“Then what were all the nicknames I heard last night, ‘sweet girl’, ‘pretty girl’, ‘sweetheart’?”

“He was just being nice. No one could like me like that.”

“What do you mean V? You are one of the most amazing people ever. You are the kindest soul, you’re out of this world gorgeous, and you make time for everyone. You are the main character of a book or a movie.”

“No, I’m not and can we move on from this, please?” Ollie frowned, saddened by her friend's self-esteem.

The two drove in almost complete silence, Violet worrying about whether or not Connor liked her. Sure, she had had a deep affection for the boy but when her roommate asked her that question she couldn’t stop asking herself if she liked him.

She never knew why they instantly clicked, whether it was because she was a damsel in distress and he saved her, or simply just because they were the same age. They never went a day without communicating and that hadn’t happened to her ever. She did find it weird that he always wanted to pay for things but she thought it was just because he was being a gentleman. Her last boyfriend was a point-blank asshole that she never told anyone about, so she was unfamiliar with a healthy and good relationship.

As they pulled into the United Center, Violet felt another wave of anxiety rushing through her, she didn’t want Connor to get hurt. She noticed all the other Bedard jerseys on other people’s backs. She hadn’t felt that bothered by it until she noticed a group of girls, roughly the same age as her, maybe a year younger, and an intense feeling of jealousy came over her.

‘They are so much prettier than me.’ ‘Connor would be happier with them.’ ‘They probably don’t have issues like I do.’ ‘They probably don’t have a fit over every little thing that happens.’

She pushed the thoughts out of her head, she was here to see Connor, and Connor was excited for her to be here. She and Ollie conversed throughout the game, making little comments here and there. Connor kept looking at her when he was on the bench or when the play stopped.

When he got his goal, Violet jumped so high, excited for the boy. He pointed at her as he skated back to the bench, a barely noticeable wink but when they showed him on the video board she blushed. Some of the girls were talking around her but she couldn’t pay any mind to it when he was on the ice, eyes laser focused on not only him but anyone who came close to him.

When he got his high-sticking penalty in the third period, Ollie nudged her, “Ooooo, looks like you got yourself a bad boy.”

“Shut up.”

After the game was over, they stayed behind waiting for the stars of the game. The second star of the game was Connor and he pointed at her once more with his stick, causing her cheeks to redden again. He could do anything at this point and she would blush.

They met Connor back at his apartment and Ollie went immediately to bed. Violet stayed up until Connor was done with his shower and he laid down next to her, “Hi.”

“Hi. nice job tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, now shut up and close your eyes.” Violet walked over to her bag where she had hidden the bouquet.

When it was in her hand she sat in front of him on the bed and held it out, “Open.”

Connor opened his eyes and looked down, eyes immediately watering, “You made me a bouquet?”

He had always wanted one after she told him about them. There was something about Violet's flowers that just made him so happy and the fact that he got one made him feel special, “Thank you.”

He examined the flowers with precision, not wanting to miss any details, “What are they?”

“Canterbury bells.”

“And what do they mean?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

“They represent faith, gratitude, and constancy. I’m really grateful for you and they just reminded me of a special person which is you.”

Connor couldn’t help but let a few tears fall, “That means a lot.”

“Con, don’t cry!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” She hugged him tightly, and that’s how the two fell asleep that night.

✧༺✎༻∞

violetsdiaries

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violetsdiaries i went to chicago this weekend and saw my best friend! if you wish to know, the sunflowers are for Luke, the multi-colored roses are for Nico as a get better, and the opened tulips are for Jack as a get better as well. if you're worried, don't be! luke's taking care of them for me 🫶🏻 missed you lukey 🥲

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lhughes_06 they arrived safely to jersey

⤷ violetsdiaries thank you, thank you, thank you

jackhughes thanks, v. they're really nice

⤷ violetsdiaries of course jacky, don't say i never did naything ncie for you

nicohischier we've met each other once? twice? i can't believe you made me a famous violet bouquet.

⤷ violetsdiaries nico you are the most precious person ever. also famous??

⤷ nicohischier yeah, lhughes_06 never shuts up about them

⤷ violetsdiaries lukeyyyy you got some explaining to do

⤷ lhughes_06 no i don't

adamfantilli wait, there's four bouquets there 🧐

⤷ violetsdiaries i guess that one year of college really paid off 😧

⤷ adamfantilli i don't need your sass missy

⤷ violetsdiaries i was going to tell you but after that comment...

user01 she's so secretive but i'm kind of living for it

user02 i really want to know who that fourth bouquet is for 😫

⤷ user03 fr, i need to know who's so special for them to get a violet bouquet

⤷ user04 the torture needs to end violetsdiaries

⤷ violetsdiaries i would love to tell you guys, but not yet

luca.fantilli you'll tell me tho right violetsdiaries? i'm your favorite brother

⤷ violetsdiaries hahaha no

ollie.barnes hehe adamfantilli & luca.fantilli i know!

⤷ adamfantilli ollie, you're our favorite

⤷ luca.fantilli yeah, adam will buy you anything you want

⤷ ollie.barnes sorry boys, i'm loyal to violet

thompsonjared63 you went to a hockey game without us

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry, i'll bring you next time

⤷ _connorbedard uh...

⤷ user05 connor why you being like that

⤷ user06 a little sus

⤷ user07 1. who is this man and 2. why is he in her comment section

⤷ user05 he was the first overall pick in the 2023 nhl draft and apparently he knows violet, he's been liking and commenting on her posts for like five or six months now

⤷ violetsdiaries no comment

user08 i feel like her and connor would be a really cute couple

⤷ user09 agreed!

⤷ markestapa i don't

user10 chicago vlog!

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messyviolets ollie and i had a bit of fun in chicago... i came for one but saw another... anyways i missed luke so much so it was good to see him. thank you to ollie for the most amazing pics ever

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lhughes_06 missed my best friend 💜

⤷ markestapa i miss my best friend too

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry marky, i promise i'll visit over break

⤷ markestapa you better

markestapa adamfantilli, luca.fantilli, and i are alll ganging up on you. who's this mysterious person??

⤷ messyviolets no, i deserve my privacy 🙂

nathan.dash she's abandoning us

⤷ aidan.taylor we should kidnap her

⤷ mmcarthy06 as much as i would love to, we can't

⤷ emmett.joy not if she consents

⤷ aidan.taylor then it wouldn't be kidnapping

⤷ drakenilescox we should ask her messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets we're hanging out this weekend 🤭

⤷ a.varrassi22 yay!

⤷ alekleskaj17 yay!

⤷ nathan.dash yay!

⤷ justin.rolland94 yay!

⤷ nick7andersen yay!

⤷ thompsonjared63 yay!

⤷ aidan.taylor yay!

⤷ mmcarthy06 yay!

⤷ drakenilescox yay!

markestapa why are all these illini guys here?

⤷ messyviolets because they are my friends, you got a problem with it estapa?

⤷ aidan.taylor yeah, estapa

⤷ messyviolets aidan, honey, no fighting

⤷ aidan.taylor sorry, v

⤷ markestapa um, not really you're business either

⤷ messyviolets i know you're upset i didn't go to umich, mark, but you can't be acting like this

ollie.barnes we need to have more road trips together

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_connorbedard so... you went to a hawks game

⤷ messyviolets of course! gotta support lukasreichel44

⤷ lukasreichel44 oh yeah, totally

⤷ messyviolets lukas and i are best friends

⤷ _connorbedard i thought i was your best friend

⤷ lhughes_06 _connorbedard that's what i thought too

⤷ adam.fantilli you're really hustling all these guys messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets you have no clue, bro

_connorbedard you didn't die while driving

⤷ ollie.barnes that's because she mad me drive

⤷ messyviolets hey, i drove in the city! you should be proud of me connie

⤷ _connorbedard i am very proud of you, v

⤷ user11 wait they are so cute

⤷ user12 if we don't get more bantilli i will cry, or riot, but mostly cry

⤷ user11 ikr, if he's been who she's posting about, ugh they are amazing and so cute, it's literally like a dream

⤷user13 they are like straight of a book like a forbidden romance or a hidden romance

⤷ user12 wait, you're so right!

_quinnhughes how do you always manage to find cones?

⤷ violetsdiaries because I like them so they just show up everywhere and anywhere

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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