#for being out of my comfort zone it turned out ok
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Ok, I'm gonna start a post idea I had been pondering. If you're either mentally or physically disabled and you have opinions about representation, this is the thread for you!
So, I've been seeing more people trying to tackle the topic of autism in their stories, but I've felt some of it tries to woobify a bit what is to live with autism, or just focus on the more socially acceptable quirks of it. And as someone with autism/ADHD (was suspected of it for most of my life, got it finally diagnosed by my therapist (who specializes in autism and ADHD) last year), sometimes I'd like for people to acknowledge the more unsavoury parts of it, the weird quirks, etc.
So, this post is going to be about that- If you wanna help people understand how your disability/neurodivergency affects your life, feel free to add to it! Just mention what do you have (no need for a full list, just what you consider relevant to the post) and some experiences, quirks, anecdotes or such that you think that are not often seen in stories or media, and that you consider an important part of it. They don't need to be huge things! I encourage people to share just whatever they feel comfortable. My list is gonna be a mix of stuff, but yours can be very different. Let me start!
Clothes and how they feel was surprisingly one of the most disruptive parts of my autism. As a kid, if I was forced to wear something that caused me some bad texture/sensitivity issues, it would significantly affect my behaviour and performance. It took me many years to be allowed to use mostly sportswear. (And it turns out being a "girl" (not anymore) wearing only sportswear tends to cause a whole lot of bullying)
This happens even nowadays. I've found out that non-heeled boots are more comfortable to me than sport shoes, because feeling something against the back of my foot makes me feel overwhelmed. I tend to wear yoga pants under actual pants, because they keep the actual pants' seams from causing sensory issues. There's almost a sort of ritual on how do I need to combine clothes to be able to function "normally", mostly consisting on reducing how much they annoy me.
On that topic, hygiene is actually a huge thing too. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to shower daily. Days I didn't shower, no matter how much I tried to keep my hygiene in other days, were "bad days" to me. I would literally plan hanging out with friends or eating out around the days I was allowed to shower. I could physically feel the difference between the day I showered and the day I didn't (even if I washed my face, armpits, used the bidet, etc).
This is true even nowadays. I can thankfully now shower daily, which isn't recommended by a lot of experts (specially because it can damage your hair and skin), but it's more worth to me than having days where I feel like I shouldn't be seen in public.
Being overwhelmed sucks! Meltdowns are mostly associated with kids, mostly because adults either learn to mask them, or do everything they can to AVOID having that meltdown. I've mostly figured out routines and such. There's this one place we go eat out every other Tuesday- And in the hours we go in, there's a sort of silent corner that is always free. This week's schedule was a mess, so we went yesterday to that same place, and the silent corner was filled with a very loud group. I got extremely overwhelmed. But enough masking drilled to me means I just sat there unable to talk for maybe 30 minutes.
Autistic adults still do have autism and experience often the full spread of traits, they've just found ways to mask, or avoid being in situations where they do need to do that. I've adapted my life and routine to that. But sometimes I land on situations out of my comfort zone that will make me feel just like when I was a kid. I want to freelance online because I'm fully aware I can't perform properly in a public facing job.
Group projects sucked so much. I know they suck for most people, but most times it was easier for me to do the entirety of the project by myself and add the others' names to it than dealing with chasing people for their parts. My college had a 6-months-long massive group project in the last year, with a 7 people group, which obviously I couldn't do alone. The whole experience was so harmful in so many ways I've had several full therapy sessions talking about it :'')
One of the reasons it's because mental flexibility is HARD with autism. If i set a schedule, I expect that schedule to be followed. If people agree to do a part, I expect that part to be delivered (unless there's a proper reason) on due time. People hate this a lot usually! It will tear group projects apart!
Stimming can be harmless, or it can be very annoying to some. I tend to shake legs and play with something in my hands. I could easy this off drawing in classes- My high school found out that I was paying more attention when I was allowed to draw in classes, and my academic performance was pretty much perfect, so they gave me permission to do that.
However, I had a teacher in middle school that did forbid me from drawing. I stimmed during a class with pens- She got so mad she sent me home with a note to my parents they had to sign. Fun!
Not exactly an anecdote, but I am ace. I hate the discourse about "making an autistic person be aro or ace is infantilizing autism". Aro/ace people can have autism. That's just how it is. I've been infantilized a lot for being ace- Which only got worse because I am autistic, and people perceived some of my special interests as child-ish. The combo didn't make things easy.
On that topic, people will often be very patronizing of your opinions or takes for being autistic. I've had people debate my sexuality (or lack of thereof), my gender identity and presentation, my hobbies, my preferences for everything, down to "what do you want to eat tonight?". This isn't too different to shitty takes about how "autistic people are more prone to being affected by the trans activistsTM", because people assume autistic people can't choose on their own. Trust me: We can.
Anyhow, I'd love if this post could be a good compilation of these sort of anecdotes! I think it could help people who wanna learn more about what is it to live with specific disabilities (and how to better portray them in media)
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your writing makes me feel safe, thank you. if i could request something? it’s totally ok if you aren’t comfortable but i was wondering how you think seventeen would react seeing their s/o’s self harm scars? but not the act of doing it; i’ve just been feeling a bit unworthy because of my own from my past and my mind wandered (but absolutely no worries if this is out of your comfort zone. i know self harm scars can be a trigger for sure (and you don’t have to reply in that case either)) <3 thank you either way
thank you for sharing kind words and requesting! i'm sorry for taking over a year to answer this... hopefully you still see this >.< i also hope my interpretation of your request is ok. sending you all my love 🥺 i hope you’ve been feeling better these days. you’re deserving of all the good things
seventeen: seeing your self harm scars for the first time
tw: mentions of self harming (no details of the act itself) and scars
seungcheol: he’d trace them with his lips, allowing his love to sink into the scars and caress their edges. he’d ask if they still hurt—if the memories are still piercing
jeonghan: “you turned your scar into a butterfly?” “yeah, it always made sense to get a tattoo, and it’s a reminder that pain and discomfort are fleeting. i’m never stuck.” “you’ve always had a thing for flying, haven’t you?” “yoon jeonghan, i’d exchange my arms for wings if i could.” “you’ll need me for so much more than reaching things on the highest shelf.” “you’re right… not the most practical idea.”
joshua: walks with you through the park after seeing the small x on the kitchen calendar, marking the passage of another year, and the feeling is overwhelming as painful memories flood your mind
jun: “so these aren’t from a bike wreck?” “i can’t believe you remember that…” “everything you tell me… i can’t forget anything.” “it was only our second date. i didn’t want to scare you away.” “you wouldn’t have, but i understand why you worried. i wish you didn’t have to.” “what do you think you would’ve said? would’ve thought?” “i would’ve admired you. i can’t imagine that’s an easy thing to share with anyone, let alone a person you just started dating. i would’ve felt honored that you trusted me with something so… intimate, something that leaves room for conclusions being made that you aren’t in control of.”
soonyoung: he asks if you’re ok now and immediately wonders if that was too simplistic of a question, but he means it. he wants to know if you wake up and feel peace or dread. he wants to know about the cracks in your smile. he wants to know if you’re proud of yourself now. if you were before. if he can do anything to make the dreadful moments with forced smiles easier
wonwoo: thank you for being here is the last thing you hear before drifting off, carried away by a current of warm dreams
jihoon: he cries for you and his childhood friend with similar scars. a man he hasn’t seen in years but thinks about the last week of every october—reminded of his birthday, hoping he’s celebrating well
seokmin: he holds you. he doesn’t want to let go until his tears have stopped. he doesn’t want you to know that the thought of you harming yourself pierces his heart, stops his breath, stays heavy on his shoulders, and keeps him awake while you sleep
mingyu: he wants you to know that no feeling you meet will ever scare him away. you don’t need the reminder, but he tells you anyway: you can always come to me. he will be your solid ground, the maker of comforting words and sweet distractions
minghao: will you believe him if he says you’re the strongest person he knows?
hansol: he doesn’t know what to say, and he’s suddenly afraid of his ability to support you. he hopes you can’t tell because this moment isn’t about him. the last thing he’d ever want is for you to turn to another if he’s unable to give you what you need. “it’s ok. you don’t have to have the perfect words. they don’t exist. i just want you to know. i’m so much better now. i’ve never been happier, truly, but the words were starting to itch and pull me out of present moments. summer’s coming, and i know you’ll see them soon. i just want you to know.”
seungkwan: so many questions roll around in his head. they stick to the back of his throat, and he searches your eyes for any signs of the capacity you have for sharing in this moment. you smile softly and offer a nod of encouragement. he takes a deep breath and asks the first one
chan: “do you ever…” “think about doing it again? i do, but i made a list of things to do instead.” “can i hear it?” “make tea, watch the sky, turn music on, call a friend, think about something yummy to make for my next meal, ride the train and stop as close as i can get to the library… i have a playlist of seventeen videos on my phone too.” “you’ve thought about it that recently? y/n…” “i didn’t make the playlist for that purpose alone. it started out of missing you, but i know it’ll help if i start to slip.” “you can always call me. call me first and call again if i don’t answer.”
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen blurbs#seventeen fluff#seungcheol scenarios#jeonghan scenarios#joshua scenarios#jun scenarios#soonyoung scenarios#wonwoo scenarios#jihoon scenarios#seokmin scenarios#mingyu scenarios#minghao scenarios#hansol scenarios#seungkwan scenarios#chan scenarios
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IN FOR IT ᡣ𐭩
ok babes, i'm literally doing something seriously out of my comfort zone. just a little something i guess....THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING so please keep that in mind + don’t come for me. i literally tried my fucking best — idk how to format or anything either so please don't judge. IM NERVOUS OK BYEE😂
Summary: rafe walks in on you masturbating, and he decides to put you to use.
Warnings: mdni nsfw 18+, oral sex (male receiving), throat fucking, daddy kink, choking.. use of slut/whore. idk what else? that's about it
you knew rafe would be home soon but waiting was not an option right now. you already waited all morning and quite honestly you wanted to get caught because you knew the exact reaction you would get from him.
you waste no time getting comfortable and taking your clothes off in a hurry. once you were sprawled out on the couch you reach down towards your pussy and start rubbing your clit in a circular motion. the only thing on your mind was rafe’s cock balls deep in your cunt.
“yes! yes! omg! rafe right there! feels s'good” you scream out which catches rafe’s attention as he enters the living room. he just came home not even five minutes after you started. he see’s you on the couch legs spread wide open, rubbing yourself to the thought of him. rafe smirks, head shaking as he walks towards you. "what do you think you're doing y/n?"
“rafe!? you’re home earlier than usual, i—i was just…so fucking horny i needed to feel you but i just couldn't wait any longer” you whine out, slightly embarrassed at being caught for the first time yet turned on at the same time.
the look rafe had in his eyes was unreadable, making you worry. you start closing your legs as fast as you could but rafe was faster. his strong hands pry your legs wide open as far as they would go.
“shut up y/n. i really don't want to hear it. don't feed me that bullshit.” rafe grits out, towering over your naked body.
“y’know i’m going to punish you for this but a slut like you would love that wouldn’t you? couldn’t even wait for me to come home. shit, just had to touch yourself like the fucking whore you are, yeah?" rafe groans in your ear as he harshly slaps your pussy.
“ahhhh! mmmm, i’m really sorry daddy i swear, was just thinking about you, missin' you…and i got carried away, that’s all..i know i wasn't supposed to touch myself without your permission" you start rambling.
“aw how sweet, you missin’ me? that’s real damn cute but ah ah, don’t think you’re getting off the hook so easily pretty girl, you want my cock that bad huh?” rafe smirks, eyes turning dark with lust.
“yes rafe, please, i need you, need your cock.. i don’t care, just need your cum r-right now so fucking bad. i’ll do anything please, wanna be your little cumslut” you beg, giving rafe pleading eyes.
he wastes no time undoing his belt and pulling his pants down just enough for his throbbing hard cock to spring free slapping his stomach, precum already dripping from his tip. you swear you could've came just from the sight of rafes perfect cock standing at attention for you.
rafe has zero patience as he grabs you by your throat, gripping you so hard it was sure to leave a mark. he pulls you down onto the floor on your knees. he lets go of your neck with aggression it made your head throw back a bit. you were sure you were close to passing out but thankful rafe let go of your neck when he did.
“we're not going to have any problems here now are we, y/n?” you're going to be a good girl for daddy and suck yeah? ” he groans, eyes darting from your lips to his hard length.
when rafe tells you to do something you always do as you’re told honestly scared of what could happen if you didn’t listen. you really didn’t want to find out either.
“hey, listen, daddy is talking to you, be a good little slut for me hmmm?" rafe jeers as he grabs your chin making you look up at him.
“yes daddy, going to be on my best behavior” you smile up at him licking your lips.
“that's what i thought, open that pretty little mouth of yours and put it to use, stick your tongue out” rafe demands.
you obey as he slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue. his salty precum coating your tongue, making you shiver, and leaving your pussy throbbing with need. the wetness from your cunt leaking down your thighs.
too horny at this point and knowing you weren’t going to be able to cum tonight, you start working his cock with both hands, twisting and tugging while licking and sucking his cock. your filthy little mouth going far down his length, taking as much as you could before gagging.
"god, you're such a fucking slut, i bet you’re soaking wet already and i didn't even touch you. look at you getting all cock drunk like the whore you are" rafe teases.
you remove your mouth from his cock, a string of spit that connected from your mouth to his shaft coming undone, making quite the mess. you were now officially cock drunk. licking stripes up and down his cock while stroking with both hands, alternating between licking and sucking, after each deep throat making sure to add the popping sound that rafe loved so much. it drove him wild.
for a slight moment you take the time to appreciate the view in front you. rafe's cock standing at attention just for you, smothered in both spit and precum, throbbing with intense need to empty his seed.
cupping his balls, you start to massage them making rafe gasp with pleasure. “you like that daddy? when i squeeze and lick them?” you tease as you start licking at his balls, giving them a little suck. rafe’s moans filling the room. this gives you more motivation and you start to ravish his cock while caressing his balls. your tongue is going absolutely feral all over his throbbing cock.
you are sucking him with extreme passion, your head starting to go dizzy. he is a moaning mess above you, mouth open, and head tilted back. he was completely blissed out turning you on even more.
you’re going to deep you start to choke. unable to breathe you try pulling away, but rafe grabs the back of your head and thrusts deeper into your mouth.
“this dick too big for you to handle, huh?” rafe laughs. you could only nod your head in response. “fuck, you’ll be fine, come on you got it baby. just like that. feels so fuckin’ good” you look up at him with red teary eyes and drool dripping from the sides of your mouth.
“god damn, you look so beautiful like this” he groans as he slaps your cheek and pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail. he starts guiding your head back and forth on his cock, slow but deep. he was in complete euphoria.
something about you looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes had him on the edge. he plants a kiss on your forehead then grabs the back of your head once more and starts to thrust into your mouth at a sloppy pace. he was fucking your face so brutally you definitely couldn’t breathe. rafe could care less, he just wanted to empty his warm seed down your throat.
things were getting real intense. you were a moaning mess, your moans vibrating down his shaft.
“oooh shit! don’t you fucking stop! i’m—i’m gonna cum y/n, fuuuuuck!!” rafe practically screams, room filled with his loud moans. his cock starts to pulsate as warm spurts of cum shoot down your throat.
you make sure to swallow every single drop because you can hear rafe in your head, “that's what good girls do, they swallow.”
“mmm, fuck rafe. tastes soo good, i swallowed it all, just for you. did i do good daddy?” you question rafe as you stare up at him with such an innocent look.
“always my good girl baby, now open that filthy, slutty mouth of yours and let me see and let me see” rafe demands as he grabs your chin and tilts your head back. you open your mouth showing him that every last drop of his cum had been swallowed.
“oh yeah, you’re daddy's good little cumslut. always making me feel so fuckin' good, and don’t worry i’m just getting started princess, not even done with you yet. take your sexy ass to the bedroom” rafe slaps your ass as you get up and start walking towards the hallway.
#my first fic🥹#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe fanfic#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron one shot#mdni divider creds: hitobaby
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modern!mizu pt2 sfw + nsfw
a/n: brain continues to rot 😵💫 i thought i would focus more on ur relationship w mizu & ur dynamic with her
note: nsfw at the bottom!
ok so ab u two hehe
sfw ☆
modern!mizu gets into a playful mood w u from time to time
usually when she gets bored from hw or takes a break after coming back from the gym, she’ll come out of the zone and bother u
she loves to press ur buttons especially when it’s the two of u alone
modern!mizu is a tease. next headcannon.
“Mizu. Stop.”
“Stop? What would I be stopping?” she would say in a teasing manner.
“You know what I mean-“ you say as she continues to squish your face with her left hand. A small but undeniable smirk starts forming on her face.
however, when u are both out, she’ll keep the teasing to a minimum
at least tries to (the voices r strong but shes stronger most of the time)
her hand might just slip down by ur waist and squeeze it at times to get a little reaction or gasp out of u
(but that’s an idea for me to elaborate on later)
modern!mizu prefers u to hold her arm than her hand
she’ll take either but she feels more secure knowing ur holding onto her
she def likes it when u lightly squeeze her arms to stay close
modern!mizu likes joining in on ur care routine before going to sleep (this is kinda nsfw)
at first, she was curious as to what products u were using on ur face
she initially saw the facial ice roller as a new toy ngl
it’s not one of her proudest moments
“Hey Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You were in the bedroom finding your pajamas, not even guessing what she would ask you next
“You bought a new toy?” Mizu yells from the bathroom.
“I did?”
She comes out with your facial ice roller in hand.
“Baby-“ you start speaking.
“I mean I know you said you wanted to test out temperatures in bed one time but…”
“Miz-“
“Just how… exactly do we use this? I know this part is the handle but where does the ice go?” she asks as she holds the handle sideways, staring at the product and analyzing its usage.
You start to giggle a little as you take the roller out of her hands.
“I’m being serious. How does it work?”
“Mizu, it’s for my face.”
She starts blanking out as you begin to roll the cold icy part on your cheeks.
“It’s supposed to help with puffiness.”
“Oh…”
self care along with her nightly tea became a comforting ritual in her bedroom
she was intrigued by the amount of skincare products u own
it’s not a lot (jk)
mizu totally didn’t build a whole shelf for ur products (she made sure it fit everything)
modern!mizu is ur guinea pig, and vice versa (sorta)
if u wanted to try a new product, she would try it with u
if she had a new creation/projected she needed to test out, u would be the second person she would call to check on production
u used to be the first until the “incident”
one time she called u in at the dead hour of 2 AM to come to the auto-shop and see her creation
it was a makeshift turbine for a solo project and all u had to do was turn it on to low fan speed
u ended up turning it on the highest speed somehow and broke the fragile engine
mizu froze as she watched her project get quickly chopped up by the fan
however she starts running to push u away and protect u when the fan starts hurling towards ur direction
u end up finding out she mislabeled the fan speed and made the “lowest” setting the highest setting
worried that she would put u in danger again, she asks taigen or ringo to test her new projects
she continues to be a guinea pig with ur skincare products and cooking
(ill make this vary depending on reader’s skills)
if ur not a rlly good cook, u and mizu can make two halves meet and collaborate on cooking together
u would probably ask ringo to help u out more than mizu admits to (it’s for the better and safety of the apartment)
if u are a good cook, she’ll be a bit more confident and step up as ur sous chef
she jokingly calls u “yes chef” as she gives u a kiss on ur cheek
one day, u bought a chef hat and started prepping dinner before mizu got back from the gym
You hear the front door open and the small ring of the jingle bell Ringo put on the handle.
“Y/N? Ringo?” Mizu yells as she puts down her bag.
“In here!” You yell from the kitchen. You fix your newly bought chef hat to match Mizu’s little running bit.
“Hey what are you coo-“ Mizu stops to look at what you’re wearing.
Some slippers, one of her shirts, and a chef hat. Oh my god. You turn to look at her with a smile.
“What is… that?“ She says, gawking at the hat.
“You like what I bought?”
“Yes but I wasn’t expecting a whole chef hat.” Mizu says as gives you a quick hug from behind and a little “hello” kiss on your cheek.
“You mean ‘Yes chef’?” You say teasingly.
“Haha very funny…”
You stare at her, pausing your cooking as you wait for the right words to be spoken out. She looks back and sighing in defeat.
“Yes chef.” She says as you giggle at her defeated tone, continuing to tend to dinner.
modern!mizu will chop and prep for u
give her a knife and a chopping board
ask and u will receive
random thought but she will tough out the onions
when she first starts her sous chef journey, she would always chew gum
she never realized that she could avoid onion tears with this method until she tried it
game changer !!
trust her w the onions. always.
modern!mizu enjoys dates out with u but the best dates are done at home, cuddling and watching netflix
u guys def have movie/tv show nights
maybe even experiment in cooking dinners
it’s peaceful and quiet (besides ringo joining in occasionally most of the time)
cuddling and relaxing after long school days resets both of u
mizu esp loves it when u both are under the covers and she can feel u doze off
it makes her a little sleepy too
As the second to final episode of your show comes to an end, Mizu checks up on you. She finds you, eyes closed & softly breathing.
“Y/N” she whispers while slowly unwrapping the blanket covering you two.
“Uh hm…” you say as you try and grip onto the blanket, it’s warmth escaping you. A light chuckle comes out of Mizu.
She successfully takes off the blanket, laying it to hang on the couch. She makes a mental reminder to fix it before she leaves for the gym tomorrow. You on the other hand are slowly waking up and walking to the bedroom, still holding her hand.
“C’mon now, let’s get to bed.”
You simply nod as she brings you to the bedroom to continue your sleep. She’ll catch you up on what you missed when you dozed off the following day.
modern!mizu would sleep on her back
it’s best to relieve lower back pain after learning from her adopted dad
so she’s adapted the same habit as him
when it comes to cuddling, she wraps her arm around you as she dozes off
if u wanted (or she wanted) to spoon, she would initially be the big spoon
however, the more u get into ur relationship, the more she switches over to being the little spoon
the feeling of ur hands wrapped around her as you both doze off is comforting
big spoon does stay on top though
it gives her access to… places
nsfw ♥︎
yk how i said in the first modern!mizu that she was touchy (and here too)
modern!mizu needs to hold or touch u whenever u guys are doing it
ur face, hands, shoulder, waist, hips, thighs
anywhere basically
she loves giving ur hips a squeeze while guiding u through the motions
when she’s making out with u, she lovesss to cup ur face or hold ur waist closer to u with her hands
when eating u out, u cannot escape
those gym seshes come in clutch
her arms will wrap around ur thighs and will not let u go
“Be good for me, will ya?” Mizu says, her breath only a few inches away from your heat.
You can only nod as you let your legs succumb to her arms. There’s no use fighting against them. You’ve tried and failed many times.
she would also hold onto ur hips if ur on top
she loves the control she would have on ur hips while u bounce up and down on her strap on
if not ur hips, she would give ur ass a squeeze as u continue to be riding her
modern!mizu always loves to leave a little mark
she knows how sensitive u can be around ur neck and loves to leave at least one, maybe two
if not there, then definitely around ur breasts
no one’s going to see them (most of the time)
she loves doing it especially when ur stimulated below by her fingers that are slowly yet deeply thrusting into ur wet insides
it would overstimulate u
but it would be so fun to see her lovely girl crumble little by little by her fingers and mouth
modern!mizu will do anything to hear ur voice
when she’s making out w u and hears a moan escape from ur lips, she’s so ready
ur moans escaping from ur lips while she eats u out is the best melody she’s ever heard
she gets lost indulging in ur noise that she would have to double check if anyone else is home before continuing
if ur moans gets louder when she goes faster, she will keep that pace up until ur a mumbling mess
so ab her being a tease earlier
modern!mizu likes to tease, especially when ur close
“Is my Y/N getting close?” she coos as she continues to thrust into you.
You were already overstimulated with how much she has done with you that night. From making out to practically squirting on her fingers earlier, your mind was a mess. As she thrust into you, all you could do was nod and moan as she hit a deeper spot.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
You mumbled a yes and nodded. She heard you. But was it a spoken answer? Not exactly to Mizu.
She slows her pace down and looks to see your reaction: fucked out, dazed, and is practically begging for more.
“Mizu, please.”
“Please what?”
She grinds once to hear another moan come out. You continue to lose it as you start to bounce up and down on her strap, finding the spot again.
“Please fuck me more.” you answer.
She grinned as she watch you continue to move your hips up and down on her. Who knew you could still have the energy after all?
However, Mizu wasn’t done toying with you. She wants to hear your exact words.
“Fuck you how much more?” She says slyly as her hips start to slowly match your pace. You get silent as you find the right angle.
“Deeper. Much deeper.”
“Oh yeah?” she answers breathily, lining her hands with your waist as she searches for the deep spot.
A loud moan escaped your lips. Bingo.
“Good girl.” she calls as she continues her deep thrusts into you, coming once again.
hands down, making you speak while you’re fucked out is the favorite way to tease u
i cannot exaggerate how ur moans get her off
it’ll always be in the back of her mind while she continues to mess w u
it’s basically an obsession
hearing her lover practically crumble from her is her favorite part of teasing u
#mizu x reader#mizu x y/n#mizu x you#mizu headcanons#headcanon#mizu bes#bes mizu#bes x reader#mizu blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai mizu#blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai x reader#blue eye samurai x you#bes#mizu come home the kids miss you
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Deal? —Scrap
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x female! reader
Genre(s): smut, fluff, a bit angsty if you look closely
Summary: Finding a past love in the bedroom of your best friend's parents can lead to a lot more than just a quick catch-up.
Warnings: smut, fingering, no condoms (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, a bit of breeding link maybe.
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A/N: As much as I wanna be proud of this for being smut and therefore out of my comfort zone, I can't, you see this is what made me realize just how rusty I am in writing,like the fingers are creaking an screeching. Anyways, I tried my best, so... enoy?
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You could say it began right this second, finding yourself wrapped in a perfume that no longer had notes of peach and pear, the hours you had spent wandering around the crowd salted it with cigarettes and perhaps a vodka you shouldn't spending time thinking where it proceeded from. Taking a deep breath to relax was, a bad idea, was it the alcohol or this newfound smell that produced that wooziness? It was just for a couple of seconds at least since you could focus more clearly on the four walls you just stepped in, far too big for it being your old best friend's childhood room.
Reaching the windows to scan the city through the glass, glistening with passing cars every once in a while.
"Julie, you crazy bitch," you chuckled remembering how she had just recently bought the whole place to herself, including everything inside it, wanting to neglect her parents as much as they did her back when she was far too young to thirst revenge.
You could tell she hadn't changed anything, the side tables slightly covered with dust still, and the framed pictures of the "happy" couple on the shelves. She hadn't even dared to pull out her father's Cuban cigars she was always so curious about, the plastic around the rim being intact. Your curiosity peeked remembering her mother this time, the beautiful clothes that adorned her seemingly flawless frame, you paced quite rapidly to the walk-in closet, flicking through the infinite number of shoes and bags, finally reaching the hangers.
You didn't think twice before pulling out the most exquisite structure you ever laid your eyes on, lines curving in all the preferable places, covered in red hand-sewn crystals that matched the rest of the smooth fabric, invisible stitching, it was art. —It could pass as a Mugler— you thought, perhaps it was knowing none of Julie's things were ever cheap. You hesitated for a second contemplating your next actions.
"Fuck it," you began getting rid of the pink that had been covering your body the entire time, "She did say she was gonna gift me some anyway," you murmured. You could jump in excitement seeing how absolutely mesmerizing you looked, reflecting light that could easily be produced by your smile alone.
Before you had time to reach your phone from the bed the door closed, followed by rapid exhaling, you furrowed your brows, worrying more about the posible anxious someone.
"Are you okay?" you stepped out slowly.
The man jumped slightly, "Sorry, I'll leave," he began his exit.
"Don't, it's okay, you can stay here," you lowered your voice placing a hand on his arm carefully, "Do you need anything? Do you wanna leave?"
"No, I'm fine, I'm just-" he tried recovering his breath.
"It's okay take your time," you granted him a slight smile.
"I had to get out of there," he grinned, slightly more relaxed.
"What happened?"
"I was being ambushed,"
"By who?"
"Everyone,"
"Oh shit," you said a bit shocked, "What are you famous or something?" you tried to joke.
"I- I don't like using that word," he finally turned around.
"Okay, we'll use popular then, how's does that sound?"
"Way better," he was fully comfortable now.
"Ok Mr. Popular, do you wanna stay here the whole night? Or I can take you to the stairs and call you and Uber to be more discreet,"
"In that dress?" he pointed out.
"Oh! This isn't mine I kinda just borrowed it for a second, I'll take it off then," you simplified.
"Please don't, I was just messing with you, I'm Oscar by the way," he extended his hand as a motor raced by lighting his face.
You widened your eyes in a very pleasant surprise, "Oh my god, I knew the voice was familiar, fucking Pastry you should've started there asshole!" you pushed his chest.
With no time to ask you where you knew to call him that, his mind also clicked, "Y/N?"
"Yes, bitch! Oh my god!" you hugged him, "It's been so long, what are you doing here?! How did Julie even contact you?" your smile grew wider.
"Instagram!"
"Makes sense," you laughed embracing him again, "Look at you! You're a man!" you grabbed his shoulders, "Still got a baby face I see," you moved your hands to the edges of his face.
"Rude," he playfully pushed you away.
"Who am I kidding, back then I defended you to death whenever anyone pointed that out," you shrugged.
"They did?!" he found a new offense to that statement.
"Of course they did! Especially my parents,"
"Oh yeah, they never liked me did they?"
You just shook your head making him smile more.
"I would aks you how you've been but I already know, Mr. Rookie of the Year," you mocked, flipping your hair.
"I've been great, you? Did you end up marrying Zach Efron in the end?"
"Hilarious, truly," you squinted your eyes.
"You used to cry laughing at my jokes," he passed by you to sit on the bed.
"Yeah, well," you followed making him move to sit by his side, "In my defense a) I was madly in love with you," you rolled your eyes, "and b)My sense of humor was simpler at the precious age of 15"
"You were crazy about me," he nodded.
"Okay," you placed a hand on his face, "At least I didn't dedicate you a race on international TV which let me remind you! You lost," chuckled at the hilarious memory.
"Oh, I'd forgotten about that!" he slightly slapped his thigh.
"I sure as hell didn't! It was the last race I ever watched,"
"Really?" his head turned suddenly.
"Yes, really, by the time you were on the next one we were beyond over,"
"That's right," he closed his eyes, "I'm sorry for ruining motorsport for you,"
"It's okay," you slapped the air, "The heartbreak was far worse than never having to watch you again,"
"You broke up with me I was the one who was completely shattered,"
"Hey! So was I,"
He crossed his arms, "For how long exactly?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, "A week," you looked away.
"Ouch, I suffered all summer Christmas thanks to you,"
"I'm sorry," you scrunched up your nose.
"Wanna know something embarrassing?"
"More embarrassing than losing that race? I don't think there is anything that can be better than that,"
"What if there is?" he cocked up his head.
"I'll ..." you thought for a second, "I'll tell you my most embarrassing story, deal?"
"Deal," he accepted, "When I wrote to Santa I told him to gift me the golden locket you saw in your favorite movie, the Nutcracker one with Barbie so I could give it to you because all I wanted was your heart back again. Imagine how much I cried when instead all I got was an Xbox,"
You placed a hand to his heart, "Aw, that's adorable, but yeah it sounds pretty embarrassing considering your parents had to read that,"
"Your turn now,"
"Okay, but after that you can't tease me about it,"
"Alright,"
"After we broke up, the first time I kissed someone else, we were at a gas station, and when he bought me some gummy bears as I thanked him I said 'thank you, Oscar'"
He tried to bite down his laughter.
"He absolutely flipped, and dumped me that night in front of my parents who were waiting by the window,"
"Wow," he gulped clenching his jaw, "That's- That's rough," he cleared his throat.
You nodded slowly, "Humbling experience for sure," you sighed resting your head on him, "So, let me guess, you escaped the people who wanted to take pictures with you," you pointed at the door.
"Don't tell me about it,"
"I thought all you wanted was to be The Great Oscar Piratri," you exaggerated with your hands.
"Not great at all to be harassed all the time,"
"Yeah, sounds awful to have so many fans and money..."
"That part's fun," he admitted, "But everything else is just a bit of a nightmare,"
"I'm sorry, but you know what," you tried to lighten the mood, "What I'm absolutely most sorry about is that we..." you stood up taking his hand, "Never ended up living right... there!" you pointed at the most beautiful building of the view.
"Well for starters, you never married me,"
"I did! Well not legally but we had vows and everything,"
"And my cousin as our officiant, what a mess that was,"
"And all for a wedding night, that we never had,"
"I still can't believe we faked a wedding just so we could have sex,"
"To be fair, back then we were good children who followed God's rules," you whipped your index finger dramatically as you turned to see him.
"Your parents were awful,"
"About us yes, but you have to admit they weren't too bad about everything else,"
"No, they just made you break up with me after three years, nothing big really," he pouted sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, really, I never wanted that to happen, I was just- Young and brainwashed," you cupped his face, "And also, the next three years we spent hating each other didn't help your image so much," you tilted your head.
"Yeah, sorry for egging your house those Halloweens,"
"Don't apologize, me kidnapping your dog for a week was way out of line,"
"Archie is still alive, you know?"
"Really? That's great!"
"He's a bit old, but staying strong,"
"He better be, he tackled me down a couple of times when I visited you,"
"I still have those videos," he said proudly.
"No, you don't,"
"Yes, my mom still has my old phones,"
"Why though?" you complained.
"It's never been easy for her to let go of stuff,"
"Yeah, I remember she always invited me over to yours while you weren't around, but I just couldn't do it, I felt way too guilty,"
"I have to ask," he let out, "If it weren't for your parents, how long do you think we would've lasted?"
"I'm not sure, but I can tell you that back then I wanted you- I- I wanted this," you signaled between the two of you, "Forever," you grinned, nostalgia and regret adorning your entire semblance.
"I can rest peacefully now," he caressed your forearms.
"Why?"
"I had a piggy bank for our future engagement ring,"
You opened your mouth slightly, "I had a savings account for that Rolex you always wanted,"
"Guess what?"
"What?"
He showed you his wrist, "I got it on my own,"
"Show-off," you spat.
"It's better than stealing," he looked down at the garment adorning you, long forgotten under this conversation.
"I wasn't stealing, I was just- trying it on," you defended.
"It looks good,"
"I know,"
"Now who's the show-off?"
"At least you get to keep it,"
"Hurts doesn't it,"
"Fuck off, you can win all the races you want, but I bet you still can't beat me at wrestling," you got close to his face before walking slowly to the other side of the room.
"Is that a dare?"
"I don't know, if you're brave enough it is, if you're a coward then it isn't," you crossed your arms.
"I have muscles now, it wouldn't be fair," he added with cockiness.
"Don't patronize me, I do ballet, my legs are far stronger than your arms,"
"Bet," he stepped closer.
"Yeah, bet!" you clapped your hands before giggling as you began this ridiculous dance.
If you both hadn't been laughing the entire time you probably would've seriously hurt yourselves given how careless you were being, throwing each other on the bed and the floor over and over again. After a couple of minutes, the laughter stopped leaving you as panting messes still struggling for dominance, it wasn't until he laid on top of you that you considered giving up.
"I told you, I had muscles," he paused in between words.
"And I-" you gathered yourself as quickly as you could straddle his legs and with much adrenaline and heat flip him over, pushing his hands down to completely immobilize him, "I told you I did ballet asshole," You grinned devilishly in victory, "Ready to surrender?"
"Yeah, fine, I'm done," he truly wasn't, yet the sight of you in that position alone told him to stand down.
"All that driver training for what? Still, lose to your ex-girlfriend?" you let go of his hands only.
He chuckled under his breath, struggling to stand on his elbows, "Well, when she's the one that goes away, you have to let her win, right?" he confessed.
You licked your lips without knowing how to respond, however, being fully aware that something about you not removing yourself from his body told you that this was no longer part of a friendly conversation, perhaps it never really was.
—The one that got away— he had just described everything that needed to be said in one simple phrase.
"Sorry," he began to realize his words getting his back to straighten up, "I didn't mean to make it awkward,"
"You didn't," you were incredibly doe-eyed as you met his gaze, "Just shut up before you do," you pulled him by the collar of his shirt kissing him. He knew how to respond, as he immediately hugged your waist with one hand, resting the other one on your thigh right before the hem of the dress.
"Carry me to the bed Oscar," you gasped in between his mouth, to which he obeyed, carefully lying your bodies to fir perfectly, like you always knew they did. Your tounge slipped in between to which he groaned in your mouth, fingers begining to inch closer to where all his teenage wet dreams met.
"Do it, please," you whispered, "Don't wait longer than you already have, just do it,"
As much as a part of him wanted to treasure this moment as much as he could, his more carnal side acted on behalf of your encouragement, circling your clit with his thumb as you moaned into him. You slightly thanked you were fucking him until now, a way more experienced and knowledgable version of the man you'd thought to be the love of your life.
He traveled to the back of your ear right, knowing more than guessing your sweet spot was still there, confirming it by how you lightly arched your back, pulling on his hair as he left a mark you were probably gonna regret so much later, pulling back to allow him access to your neck and jawline.
"You're so fucking wet,"
"Proud of yourself for that?"
"A lot,"
You could feel him grinning against your collarbone, slowly feeling the purple stamps, trailing to the top of your breasts that the dress ever so slightly allowed out, he contemplated his options for a moment, admiring your body in such a piece.
"Rip it off if you want," you mumbled.
"As tempting as it sounds, I want you to wear it for next time, then I'll rip it off, deal?"
—Next time— what twisted grave had you dove yourself into?
"Deal," you nodded.
"Now be a doll, and help yourself out of it,"
"Jesus Oscar, did you always have that under your sleeve?" you unzipped the sides.
"I saved it just for you," he pressed his thumb harder making you moan louder.
You slipped it over your head, tossing it away, "Keep saying stuff like that and maybe I'll marry you for real, deal?"
"Deal," he said against one of the nipples before beginning to suck on it.
"Multitasking motherfucker," you groaned feeling his middle finger pumping slowly into you, he moves his hands around for a living, of course, he was good at fingering, way too fucking good.
All kinds of sounds bounced off the walls and into your ears, sounds you only ever imagined on those lonely nights after the breakup, and so did he. More of your moand as he added his index finger drowned in the vibrations of the music for the outside to never find out how awfully loud you being for him, just for him; especially if his thumb switched to eight circles as he focused on your other tit.
"I'm close- I'm so close Oscar," you begged, "Go faster," you gulped, "Please,"
The most pornographic sound escaped his lips, "Beg again, beg for me," you obeyed without a second thought as he also did as told, keeping his pace as you reached your orgasm, whether you screamed or just raised your voice, no one will ever know, the music from outside and the cars rushing by braiding it in. By the time you realized, his belt clinked on the carpet floor, feeling as if in one motion everything in between you two was now discarded.
"I'm on the pill by the way," you whispered.
"Wasn't planning on having children until that wedding of ours, deal?" his tip rubbed against.
"Deal," you answered without ever crossing your mind how actually terrifying the idea of being pregnant was, just to have him inside you you would've signed a prenup right then and there.
He joined your lips again as he slipped inside, filling you up to the brim, with an unnecessary elevated ego that this whole situation resulted in, he thrusts into you mercilessly, you couldn't complain, his hands supporting his body on your hair, tangling all around the cover and his skin. Now being completely shameless it seemed as if you were competing to see who could make the most noise. You both came undone almost at the same time, Oscar having to battle with himself to get hard again as you followed his lead.
"I wasn't joking about next time," he mindlessly whispered in the crook of your neck.
"Neither was I, my place next time, deal?"
"Deal"
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Ok so I was thinking Harry is very private and only seen with skinny girls but then he got a new bandmember but she is plus size and wears glasses so even tho they act cute and couply ? On stage fans just think they are really good friends but one night Harry slips up bc bandmember got hurt by flying objects and he rushes over to her giving her hugs and pecks asking over and over if she is ok ? And well he might’ve sorta forgot where they where but then didn’t care bc his baby girl got hurt hope that makes sense and hope you wanna write it
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pairing: Harry Styles x band member plus size reader
word count: 1.5k
summary: you and harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.
warnings: physical injury, not sure if that is one, but better safe than sorry.
a/n: thank you so much for this ask @fanficismydrug! i loved this idea so much, and it was so exciting to bring it to life. i hope it's what you were hoping for!
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You tapped gently on Harry’s dressing room door, almost immediately hearing him call for you to enter. As you stepped over the threshold, you watched his eyes peer up from the book he was reading, his pensive expression quickly turned to a smile as he folded over his page, putting the book down on the table behind him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You apologize as you enter the room.
“Don’t be silly, you’re never a bother.” He outstretched his arms. “Get over here, angel.”
You happily sauntered into his embrace, kissing him softly as he pulled you into his lap. “Hi,” you smile against his lips.
You were so excited when you were hired to play trumpet in Harry’s Love on Tour band. It felt like the ultimate validation after spending so many years as a tormented band geek. You were in your element, playing music with people who loved it just as much as you did. Especially Harry.
You hadn’t expected you’d spend much time with Harry, he was the superstar, you were just in the background. But you quickly realized that was the farthest thing from the truth. The two of you clicked immediately, falling into this comfortable flirty friendship. You two had become inseparable, everyone on the tour knew that if they couldn’t find one of you, your best bet was to look for the other. Even the fans had noticed your back and forth on stage, and you were quickly labeled as Harry’s bestie.
You had been ‘friend-zoned’ so many times in your life that you were used to palling around with the guys you liked. It didn’t stop you from falling for Harry though. You knew he was flirty by nature, so you always tried not to read too far into his actions. He obviously didn’t see you the way you saw him. You’d seen the kinds of girls Harry had been photographed with, you’d heard all the rumors about his lovelife. None of those girls looked anything like you, they were these gorgeous supermodels with tiny waists. You would never be that, so you just settled for being his friend.
But then, there was a shift. Harry’s touches started to linger a little longer, when you would hang out and watch movies, you noticed he started to sit closer and closer. And then, one day everything changed. You had just finished sound check, and Harry asked you to come back to his dressing room with him. And he took that opportunity to confess his feelings for you. You had been together ever since.
“You’ve been busy today, I’ve hardly seen you.” Harry pouted, you giggled before biting his bottom lip gently.
“I know baby, I’m sorry. I promise I’m going to make it up to you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a lingering kiss.
“Mmm, you always do.” He sighs, squeezing your hips gently.
“Oh, I meant to ask you. How’d your date go the other night?” He gives you a confused look. You chuckle as you pull out your phone, tapping a few times before pulling up a deuxmoi post that was submitted of Harry, the caption saying he was out on a date with a mystery blonde.
Harry’s eyes soften, and he lifts his hand to your cheek, stroking it gently. “Angel, you know that’s nothing right? It was a business dinner.”
“I know, I’m just joking around.” He smiled widely at your words and pulled you in so that your head was resting against his chest.
Harry liked to keep his private life to himself. He felt that he gave so much to everyone all the time, that he wanted to keep some things just for him. Your relationship was one of those things. You were fine with that, you didn’t need to parade your relationship around to the world to know it was real.
Later that night, you were onstage playing your heart out. You and Harry had been playing off each other all night, like you usually would. He would also shoot an occasional wink, or sly smirk in your direction every now and then.
The crowd had been particularly rowdy all night, but as the opening notes to Watermelon Sugar began, the screaming crescendoed and people began truly losing their minds. Harry and the band had gotten used to things being thrown onstage, you had gotten pretty good at dodging the assorted items. Until you weren’t.
You were so caught up with the energy in the room, watching Harry drink it all in and give it right back to them, that you didn’t see the watch soaring in the air. But you definitely felt it when it hit you in the side of the head, knocking you to the ground.
Harry heard the crowd collectively gasp when you went down. He looked around, his brow furrowed in confusion, looking for the scene that caused such a reaction. He turned behind him and saw you on the ground, wincing in pain and holding your head.
He ran full speed toward you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He tossed his microphone on the riser beside you before collecting you in his arms.
“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked frantically, stroking your hair. He felt you nod against his chest, but it wasn’t good enough. “Talk to me angel, I need you to say it.”
You pulled back, tears streaming down your face, you looked up at Harry with a sniffle. “I… I’m.. it’s okay. You n–need to finish.”
“Oh sweetheart,” he takes your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks before turning you to inspect the spot where you were hit. It was already starting to bruise, and there was some blood dripping down. He looked up at Pauli signaling for him to toss him a towel. He pressed it to your head gently as he tried to calm you down.
“You’re alright baby, I’m right here. I’m so sorry angel, I love you so much.” The words flew from his mouth rapidly, seemingly unaware that his nearby microphone was picking up on all of it.
Once you composed yourself, you reached beside you, grabbing your glasses that had fallen off when you hit the ground, and placing them back on your face. “Sorry Harry, you didn’t have to stop everything for me.”
“Of course I did,” he assured you. “You’re my girl, you come before anything, always.”
A wave of murmurs washed through the crowd at Harry’s words. Tens of thousands of people were all watching with rapt attention as he cared for you so tenderly, and professed his love for you. Their confusion and curiosity quickly turned into a chorus of ‘awwws’ when they watched Harry press his lips against yours.
The sound brought you both back into the moment, suddenly realizing that you were still onstage, and all eyes were on the two of you. Your face turned bright red, you quickly brought your hands up to cover it. Harry chuckled, pulling you close.
“I guess you’re about to get your deuxmoi debut, angel.” He joked.
“And tiktok, and twitter, and everything else.” You chuckle in response.
Harry pulled back so that he could look you in the eyes. “C’mon, let me walk you off and get you comfy, then I’ll come back and finish up here.”
You shake your head quickly. “No, I want to finish the show. I can do it.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone thick with worry.
You nod and stand up, picking up your trumpet to show him you were fine. He shrugged, giving in to you. He knows how stubborn you are, it would be easier just to finish the show. He gets up as well, picking up his microphone with one hand, and taking your hand with the other, leading you to center stage.
“She’s okay!” He announced into the microphone, lifting your arm up in the air.
The crowd erupted, and you curtseyed shyly. You looked over to Harry, who was already looking at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes as he lifted your joined hands to his lips.
“Alright,” Harry returns his attention to the crowd. “Shall we try that one again?” The crowd cheered and Harry let go of your hand. When you turned to return to your spot onstage you jumped suddenly when you felt Harry’s hand playfully tap your backside. You shot him a wink over your shoulder and he smiled in response.
You waved off your fellow band members as they all asked if you were alright, and if you were sure you wanted to do this. You lifted your horn to your mouth, showing everyone that you were fine and ready to move on. The song began, and the rest of the show went off without a hitch, Harry continuing to look back at you, giving you questioning thumbs ups to ensure you were feeling alright, you returned them all with a wink.
You were alright, you were great even. You knew you didn’t need the validation or acknowledgement of his fans for your relationship to work, but it felt really nice to know you had it anyway.
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all to you | jjk (m)
summary - why work on a boring school project when you could fuck your cute bestfriend?!
pairing - sub!jungkook x dom!reader (f)
genre - friends to lovers, pwp
word count - 2.6k
song inspo - all to you by sabrina claudio.
warnings - dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, cumming in pants (EEEE), breast play, reader is described as squishy and squeezable so if you don’t like that my bad
a/n - i just desperately needed whiny koo. badly. also hey lol it’s been a while
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You're gonna fail this class. Who the fuck even needs calculus anyway? You huff and continue to throw a silent temper tantrum while writing down equations that don't even make sense to you. You look over at your friend, Jungkook to see if he thinks anything of what the professor was saying makes sense, only to see him diligently writing in his notebook and seeming to retain every bit of information the man bellows out to the class. You chuckle to yourself, your Kookie, always hard at work.
You and Jungkook have been friends since you were kids. He's always been a little meek and quiet, a complete juxtaposition from your talkative and loud manner. You had found him cute, even back in elementary school. His bunny smile and his big doe eyes made you melt every time you looked at him. Being neighbors, naturally, you both were constantly around each other. He was content with listening to you talk your head off while he listened intently and nodded along. You two complement each other. Anytime either of you had a problem, the other was always there to give support. Your favorite thing to do though was tease him. Seeing his pretty face burn scarlet and shyly bite his lip after complimenting him gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed as though no one could get him so flustered but you. Of course, you tried not to dwell on it, but it's not like it wasn't there.
You watched the clock obsessively, desperately waiting for it to strike 4. You smiled once it did and quickly gathered your stuff to meet Jungkook by the door where he always waited for you. Calculus is your last class of the day so he waits for you to pack up to walk back to the dorms together. As you start down the road to your building, you turn and finally ask him what the fuck you're supposed to be doing for class.
“Oh, we have a test next Monday. It's on Convergence and Divergence, remember?” he asks. No, you do not, but you're sure you wrote down some notes somewhere so maybe that'll count for something.
“I do not have the attention span for this shit I swear. Every time he speaks I automatically zone out,” you groan. He giggles and shakes his head.
“I’ll help you study, don't worry,” Your dorm building comes into view as you keep your pace on the sidewalk.
“Great! My roommate won't be home for another couple of hours so we can get started at mine.” you smile.
You take out your key and unlock the door and walk into the living room to set both of your bags on the kitchen table. Jungkook gets his laptop and notebook and sits on the couch. He found doing your work out here is more productive than in your bedroom since you tend to get a little lazy when you're in the comfort of your room. You've argued with him about this plenty of times before, even though you're very aware he's right.
“You want anything to drink? Eat? I think I might have some ramen in the pantry,” you yell from the kitchen.
“Nah I'm good, thanks!” he yells back. His face illuminates from his screen as he starts looking up the test review your professor sent out for the class.
You come back with a bottle of water and your sweatshirt in your hands. Oh. You took it off. Ok, that's fine - Jungkook thinks to himself - the tight tank top you're wearing that seems to accentuate your boobs and curves perfectly is completely fine. He's fine, just focus on the google doc, JK. He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and stares wide-eyed at his screen.
“Oh shit, I still need to get the stuff for Tae’s party, hold on,” you whip out your phone and search for the text Taehyung sent you about all the different types of snacks and alcohol he wanted.
“Oh no you don't need to do that, I'll get them it's fine!” he rushes to grab his phone and open his notes app. Tae had sent the list of errands he wanted to the group chat and hadn't given anyone a specific job on who needed to buy what. You had said you’d get some of them, but it seems Jungkook had the same intention.
“Kook, I can get them, it's whatever. Just let me look for what he said he needed,” you argue. He attempts to disagree again but you snatch his phone from his hands before he can get a word out.
“Hey, give it back!” he yelps. You cackle mischievously and turn away from him as he tries to grab his phone from your hands.
“____! Give me my phone!” he whines. He sets his computer on the coffee table and tries to wrestle it from your grasp again. Just as he lunges for his phone, you put your hand on his firm chest and push him back onto the couch. You climb on top of him and straddle his waist.
“What are you gonna do about it? Why don't you just take it, hm?” you look down at him and freeze. His lips are in a soft pout and he gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster.
“Please ____? Just give it back, please?” he whines softly. Your breath hitches as you realize the position you're in. Your best friend is under you begging for his phone while you are staring down at him and straddling his tiny waist. His hands had clasped onto your hips and he absentmindedly squeezed them. Fuck he looks so good like this. Jungkook doesn't know what to focus on. The view of you on top of him like this is something he'll be fisting his dick to for weeks. He bets if he leaned up right now he'd be at the perfect level to kiss you. Maybe even kiss your pretty tits that are seemingly calling for him to suck bruises into. He can feel his jeans tighten as his eyes dart everywhere but your eyes and his face starts to turn pink. You mistake his flustered look for being uncomfortable and immediately attempt to apologize and shift off of him. As you make your move, however, you hear him gasp loudly. His grip on your hips tightens further and his face darkens to a bright red.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry did I hurt you?” you rush out. He looks like a deer in headlights. Maybe you went too far?
“N-no. M’ ok,” he says in a small voice. You furrow your brows in concern and take his face in your hands.
“Are you sure? You're burning up, babe.” you rub your thumbs across his cheekbones as he stares starry-eyed at you. He offhandedly thinks you might've been an angel in your past life. He smiles gently and nods in your hands. He musters the courage to start rubbing his hands up and down your waist slowly. You feel so soft. He wants to hold you like this forever. However, his dick is starting to strain in response to the worried tone you're taking on. He'll never admit it out loud, but he loves how concerned you get over him. It makes him feel needed and special.
“I'm fine, ____, promise.” He hopes you can see past his white lie for once. Unfortunately for him, it's just then that you start to feel something press against your leggings.
“Jungkook...are you...?” you say slowly. His eyes widen as his entire body stiffens. Fuck fuck you felt him. Oh god, now you're gonna think he's a fucking weirdo that can't control his hormones. He should've never come over. Now you're gonna hate him forever! You notice his eyes start to well up and immediately try to comfort him.
“No! No baby it's ok! I'm not mad or grossed out please no tears you know I don't like seeing my pretty boy sad.” Without thinking, you softly kiss his forehead. He stares at you in awe and sniffles. Your pretty boy. The words swirl through poor Jungkook’s head on repeat. Did you mean it? Is he really yours? Did you really think he was pretty? Do you think about him the way he thinks about you?
“Y-yours? I'm...yours?” he mumbled. His watery eyes are looking at you like you're the center of the universe. Although you didn't mean for the words to slip, you didn't want to watch doubt cloud his eyes if you were to take them back. So you lean down and smile softly. “Mhm, mine. Always mine,” you see him glance down at your lips the closer you get to him. He starts to close his eyes and you giggle quietly at how cute he looks awaiting your kiss. You brush your lips against his and lean back teasingly. He whines and chases after you.
“You wanna kiss me, baby? Hm?” you smirk as you watch his eyes flutter open and give you a pleading look. “Yes, please. Wanna kiss,” he frowns. You notice his lisp is starting to show as you cause his brain to turn to mush. You like him like this. All whiny and pliant just for you. Your pretty boy. You guide his lips towards yours and caress your hands along his chest. All the sports he's been doing must be paying off since you swear you can feel every muscle in him tense. His tongue shyly comes out to twist against your own which causes you to sigh blissfully into his mouth. Your fingers brush over his nipples and you feel him gasp.
“Oh? Are your little nipples sensitive, baby? You want me to touch them?” he whimpers and nods. “Words, sweetie. You need to tell me you want me,” you say pointedly. For some reason, he feels like you're talking about more than just touching his nipples.
“Yes ____. Please touch me…I want you,” he says bashfully. You smile and praise him for being so polite, which in turn rewards you with a toothy grin and a cute nose scrunch. You peck his nose before you resume your little make-out session. Your fingers brush over his nipples once more but this time start to circle them slowly. His hips buck as he lets out a small moan that you swallow. Your hands sneak under his shirt to touch them more directly. You slide your hands up his muscular plane and return them to his pebbled peaks. He starts to whine consistently which only makes you wetter. God, he sounds so fucking pretty. Why didn’t you think to do this sooner? You direct your kisses to his jaw and work your way down his neck. You gently suck on his pulse point and it sends him into a full-body shiver. You giggle and tug at the hem of his shirt. He quickly obliges, tugging it off and diving back into you to continue kissing. He thinks kissing you has got to be his favorite feeling in the entire world now. Your lips are so soft and plump, the vanilla-scented gloss you put on smears across his smaller lips, making him feel dizzy and uncomfortably hard. His hands start to squeeze your hips again. They feel so soft and cushy, he loves how squeezable you are. He wonders if your cunt feels just as soft. Fuck he needs you so bad. He starts to rub himself against your clothed center as you slowly take off your tank top.
Seeing your boobs squeezed into your bra has him drooling. This has to be a dream come true. “Can I take that off too?” he says whilst completely honed in on your breasts. You laugh and nod, god could he get any cuter? He reaches around and clumsily fumbles with the hooks. He’s so horny he can’t even think straight. He already knows his boxers are drenched with how much precum his dick is producing. Once your breasts are freed, he takes a moment to fully take you in and the situation he’s found himself in. His favorite person in the world is grinding on his lap, half nude, and looking at him warmly. He’s definitely fucking dreaming.
He shyly dives his head into your neck and trails soft kisses down towards your chest. The closer he gets to your nipples, the harder he sucks. He wants to leave his mark, anything to prove that this is truly happening. Your weight on top of him and his hands feeling your soft skin is the only thing grounding him at the moment. You grab his ebony locks and guide him to where you want his mouth. As sweet as he’s being, you’re feeling just as needy for him. You grind a little faster which causes him to moan loudly against your nipple. His hand moves from your hips to play with the neglected one. His other hand encourages you to continue your pace on his swollen shaft. Back and forth, back and forth. This is pure bliss for Jungkook.
Your living room is filled with the noises of pleasure. Anyone unlucky enough to be your neighbor will know that not a single studying tactic is being used right now. But you can’t find it in you to care. All you care about is hearing Jungkook moan as loud as he wants as he orgasms. You briefly consider giving him more than this. Maybe wrapping your lips around his pulsing tip, or even sitting on him directly with no fabric in between. The thought of getting him to ruin his pants is too good to pass up though. You can imagine how embarrassed he might become, but it’s ok, you’ll clean him up. At this you smirk and put your full weight on him, snapping your hips to gain speed.
He gasps and his eyes widen. Why are you going so fast? At this rate, he’ll… “____ wait! I’m gonna-hngg-I’m not gonna last if you keep going!” You shush him gently and keep your pace. You need to see him crumble under you. He throws his head back as his hips can’t help but thrust into yours. His mouth opens and spills every sound he’s been trying to quiet down. He’s never felt this good in his life. His hand could never compare to this feeling. You lean down and whisper in his, “You gonna cum baby? Cmon Kookie, be a good boy and cum for me. Want you to ruin these pants.” He moans loudly and nods his head rapidly. He lifts his head to look at you as his eyes start to water. “I-I’m-fuck! I can’t! Please don’t stop,” he chokes out. Curses slip profusely from his lips as his moans rise in octave. Until finally, the dam breaks. He spills into his soiled boxers as tears stream down his face and confessions of his love for you leave his mouth. Your body shakes with your own climax and smile bigger than you ever have, you had a feeling he’d be the type to profess his love whilst cumming. He’s such a sweet boy. You tug at the back of his neck to slot your lips onto his.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants into the kiss. You both can’t stop smiling, this is everything you’ve ever wanted. You pull back with a line of spit still connecting you two. “I love you too, you know. So much,” you say as you gaze into his black orbs. He’s gorgeous, he has the same thought as he holds you close. His phone suddenly pings from your side. Damn, you had forgotten all about that thing. A message that makes you both simultaneously cackle and blush appears on the screen.
Tae:
“Hey so I got the stuff for the party, let me know when ya’ll are done fucking or wtv and come over 😒”
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promise me
(wriostesley x reader)
୨⎯ his worst fear becomes a reality, but you promised him you’d be safe ⎯୧
“Wriothesley listen, Lyney wouldn't let that happen. Not again, I trust him.” You turn to the tall man behind you, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes making you feel bad for stressing him out so much.
“That's the thing, I don't. You trust people too easily, you have to be– I just don't know what I'd do if….” Wriothesley exhales, dropping his gaze from yours when he so much as thinks about the worst. He can't stand it, since the primordial sea water incident, the latest trial put him on edge.
“Hey Wrio-” you feel your heart tug, you know he's worried. Your legs move closer to the tall man, your hands reach up to his face, gently laying upon his cheeks. “It won't happen, whatever you’re thinking about, erase it from your mind.” you move your hands from his face and reach for his hands, grabbing them and placing them both over your heart.
“I’m here, ok? I won't leave you, no one can take me from you.” you squeeze his hand in yours when he drops his head.
“You have to promise me if someone, anyone tries to take you from me, you’ll put on one hell of a fight for me.” He pulls you close by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “Please say it for me darling.”
“You know I won't let someone try and separate me from you that easily right? I'll stay safe, you have my word.” you promise him, feeling his arms wrap around your torso pulling you up to him.
He has every right to be this wary, the cases of missing people have tripled since the trial and the whereabouts of who is involved is still very much a mystery.
“I promise.” you repeat, the feeling of unease rising in your chest. The thought of having Wriothesley taken from you that way makes you sick.
I promise
Your own voice rings in your head as you stir, hissing when you move your head to the side in the slightest.
Promise me
You hear Wriothesley's voice, close yet far. Something feels off.
You open your eyes only to close them immediately, the surrounding light too bright for your eyes making you groan.
‘-/n….” you hear someone whisper next to you.
“Y/n, wake up!” the voice is louder, making you turn and open your eyes again.
You blink a few times at the figure laying next to you, then your eyes widen.
“L-Lyney?” you ask, brows drawing together seeing his hands tied together. You feel him bring up his hands to cover your mouth to stop you from speaking anymore.
“Shhh.” He brings one of his hands to his mouth and looks to the side, making you look down the same direction.
You couldn’t see much but you were in the building where Lyney and Lynette usually practice for their shows.
They had asked you to be a part of their upcoming performance soon so you had accepted the offer to get out of your comfort zone.
“They’re here.” Lyney whispers from beside you making you look back at him.
“Who is? Where’s Lynette? Is she ok?” You ask, more and more confused as you try and think back to what exactly happened.
You recall this morning, Wriothesley being worried and telling you to stay safe. Warning you about the primordial sea water and the uprise in missing people cases.
“Stay calm.” Lyney whispers, catching your attention. “I won’t let them do anything to you ok? Lynette left before they broke in. I’m sure she knows better if she feels something off when coming back, she won’t get caught, she’ll get us help.” He assures you and you feel your heart drop, it can’t be.
“Is it them?” You ask barely above whisper, Lyney looks away from you for a second, the look of dread when you come to realize who was here was making him feel horrible.
“They won’t do anything, I won’t-“
“Well well Mr. Lyney, I'm a big fan of your work!” A man's voice makes you freeze as he appears in your peripherals.
“A big fan huh? Then why would a person who admires my work treat me in such a way, it really pains me you know?” Lyney fake pouts, keeping his usual facade up though you know he was just as panicked as you.
“Why? Well you see, you’d never let me perform such a trick, even if I had approached you and asked you’d deny me on the spot. I had to take matters into my own hands.” The man hums, kneeling down in front of you two.
“What trick were you thinking of? I’m sure I would’ve been inclined to hear, having people being part of the show is what makes it better after all!” Lyney smiles, his eyes closing as he does so.
“It’s similar to the one you had performed in the court house you see, except. It involves a certain substance that can truly make one disappear!” The man smiles wide, hands clasping together.
Lyney goes quiet, you look back at him and see no smile left on his face.
“Surely you're not indicating that primordial water, us magicians have other means as to where the people we make disappear are still here afterwards, it’s all part of the act!” Lyney lets out a laugh.
“Ours is more of an experiment you see, just testing something. We’ve made some modifications to the primordial water so it can be part of the act, we won’t know if the person will come back or not but we need someone to test it on.” The guy looks between you and Lyney and smiles again.
Wriothesley stares at the file of missing people reports on his desk while Sigewinne was busy decorating his iron fist in stickers.
Five people have gone missing in the past week. Ever since the trial of the primordial sea water the cases have gone up and finding the culprit has been harder than ever.
It’s an organization in the works. Who is involved remains a mystery to many. Wriothesly and his officers have been working non stop only to be back to square one.
He needs to put an end to this madness, he hasn’t been able to rest properly every time he leaves you he thinks the worst.
The sound of running down the hall makes Wriothesley tear his eyes from the file to glance up.
An officer and a familiar looking young girl run in the office breathless.
“Lynett? What’s wrong?” Wriothesly sits up straighter, looking at the young girl whose face looks paler than he’s ever seen, she looks scared.
“Sir Wriothesley we have a problem.” His subordinate speaks up and Wriothesley holds his breath.
Another missing person? Did they find the culprit? He thinks a thousand thoughts per second.
“I-It’s about my brother and y/n, t-they’ve been taken hostage.” Lynett stutters, her eyes blown wide.
Wriothesly stops, his thoughts, his breathing, his heart.
“Sir, they are being held hostage at the place they always practice, Lady Lynette came here and explained how she was walking back to the house with lunch and saw signs of struggle and men she didn’t recognize in the building that she didn’t recognize before she entered so she came straight here.” The officer beside her explains.
The room grows colder in seconds, making Sigewinne jump off her chair, rushing to Wriothesley’s side.
“Wriothesley it’s cold, don’t lose your temper.” The small girl whispers, making his jaw clench uncomfortably. He knows he can’t act out in front of them; it'll only make things worse.
“Call backup to the location asap, surround the building and make sure no one acts until I get there understand?” He grits through his teeth, fists clenching on the table as he takes a deep breath through his nose.
This morning, just this morning he warned you and this happens? But why? How? It’s has to be a setup if anything.
The one thing he’s been fearing, what’s been keeping him up at night has happened.
“You see I chose you two specifically, the famous magician of Fontaine won't it be fascinating for you to be the one on the other end this time? For you to do your part and see where you send people that you make disappear?” His smile on the man’s face is almost terrifying by how wide it’s become, his eyes hold no emotion as he explains to Lynney.
“That’s not how it works, I don’t actually-“
“And you…” the man cuts off Lynney, shifting his attention to you. “Your boyfriend has been making things oh so hard on us lately you know? If he wants to find us so badly, wants the details on what exactly we’re doing, no better person to show him with than you, I’ll give him a real life example on what exactly we’ve been planning.” His hands clap together and you feel sick again.
Promise me, please?
Wriothesly’s voice rings in your head, you can't leave him like this.
“No, I'm sorry but Lynney and I can't be a part of this.” you explain, seeing the man in front of you stop smiling instantly.
“This water only works on Fontaine natives right?” you clear your throat looking at Lynney, he only nods his head, already knowing what you're about to say. “Well you see, Lynney and I are both not from here, we were not born he-”
“NONSENSE!” the man screams standing up making you back away. “Don't play that card with me, both of you are-”
“They're not playing any cards, it's true.” Lyney plays along with your plan, shuffling in front of you.
“What you're saying is true?” the man turns around, walking behind him to one of his other men.
The man he walks to brings up a small briefcase and the older man opens it swiftly, laughing when he looks inside.
“Then prove your case, yeah?” he turns back to the two of you, a small vial with clear liquid inside.
You feel chills run down your spine, seeing lyney’s figure shuffle in front of you wide eyes turning to look back at you.
“Don't panic, ok? I won't let him touch you, I promised Wriothesley when you agreed to be a part of my show, he talked to me for hours making sure I ensured your safety." Lyney whispers and you feel your eyes burn.
“L-Lyney I can't let him pour that on you.” you whisper, hands moving to pull him back so he can be behind you.
You tug his arm back but he doesn't budge much.
“Who should I test it on first?” The strange man walks back to the two of you.
“You young man, or….” He looks over at you and his smile widens. “You.”
“You’re not going near them-“
A soft knock at the door makes the three of you look in the direction the door is at, everyone in the room goes quiet.
“Don’t move.” The man points at the two of you and turns around. “Hold this.” He tells the man that brought him the briefcase.
“Sir Lyney, come with me.” He reaches for him and grabs his arm, you hold onto his other.
“I don’t have time for this, let him go.” Tha man threatens you and you feel Lyney wiggle his arm.
“Hey, I’ll be alright ok? Just listen to him please.” He says calmly, giving you an assuring look.
You reluctantly let his arm go and the man walks Lyney to the door.
“Answer them.” The man pushes lyney forward.
“Hello, who’s there?” Lyney calls out.
“Brother it’s me, the door was locked, why is that?” Lynette answers and your heart sinks, she’s going to be dragged in this too now.
“Oh Lynette sorry….” Lyney looks back at the man and pauses.
“Bring her in, she’ll be useful for this too.” The man says untying the binds around his wrists.
The sound of the bolts unlocking was the only thing heard, you couldn’t see her, you were sitting behind the door.
Lyney hesitates but opens the door wider stepping to the side, his eyes averting to his side where you were behind the door and back to the open door.
The man behind the door looks at Lyney confused, why was he just standing there? Why wasn’t Lynette coming in?
“Come on in.” Lyney bows.
You watch in confusion as he does so, why is he welcoming Lynette into here like that.
Though, Lynette doesn’t walk through the door.
As Lyney steps to the side, the door is shoved open a bit wider and a head of scruffy black and silver hair is the first thing you see peek in.
You hear your heart beating in your ears, everything goes quiet then his eyes land on you.
His face visibly softens as he sees you awake. There.
“Hey, what’s going-“
In seconds a loud crack was heard and the man behind the door went flying past where you were sitting. Wriothesley’s iron fist dematerializing when the man behind the door foot the wall behind you.
The other man holding the briefcase runs to the man on the floor.
Then the officers rush in seconds after, the men behind you getting put in cuffs.
You feel the tension on your shoulders and fists loosen, feeling all the tension melt away just from looking at the man who came to your rescue.
Seeing Wriothesly felt almost unreal.
He wastes no time, long legs walking to you and kneeling down in seconds.
His hand brushes your hair out of your face seeing blood run down from your temple he immediately reaches into his pocket pulling out his handkerchief.
You only look at him, feeling your lips wobble with how tender he was being. How soft his hands felt against your skin.
“What did they do to you?” His voice is barely above whisper, he feels his throat all scratchy and he can’t stand it how bruised you look.
He wants to make the one who made you bleed pay.
“They didn’t touch me while I was-“
“You're bleeding, you have an open wound on the side of your head, you can’t tell me that.” His hands gently tilt your face up a bit to look at him. “You got hurt, what would’ve happened if I didn’t arrive this-“
You feel the tremble in his hands, the look in his eyes as he looks at you makes your heart ache and eyes burn even more.
You lean forward, your head hitting his chest as your binded hands reach for his shirt. You need to hold him, feel him there.
“I'm sorry Wrio, I don't remember them hitting me but I promise from the moment I woke up until you got here, I didn't let them touch me.” you grip his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent as you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders, bringing you into him.
He knows he can't even be mad at you, you didn't plan this, and as mad as he is a Lyney he knows he wouldn't put you in this situation either.
“You…Just who do you think you are, you've been meddling in my business for far too long, you're the one I need to get rid of.” you pull back when you hear the voice coming from behind Wriothesley.
The same man who was just thrown across the room by Wriothesley minutes ago was standing crookedly a few feet behind him, the same vial from earlier in his hold
You feel time slow down when you see him take the top off, everyone started to move at the same time.
He was going to throw the water all over Wriothesley.
He was going to pour the water on him and make him disappear.
Wriostesly was going to disappear.
You push yourself back from Wriothesley and see his face drop into one of realization and horror.
From the corner of your eye you see Lynes' silhouette coming closer but you don't hesitate. You can't.
The man throws the water in Wriostesley's direction and everything goes quiet once again, your legs move then the noise comes back.
Different voices calling out to you but then you feel it, the feeling of water making contact with your skin.
Wriosthesly stumbles on his feet, he was so close to pulling you back, what did you do?
Everyone stills, waiting for the worst to happen.
Some look away. Lynette and some other officers cover their eyes but Wriostelsy waits, holds his breath, he can't take his eyes off you.
But it never happens, you don't disappear like the man in court.
“What is this?! Why aren't you disappearing-” Before the man could finish talking Lyney had snuck up from behind him and knocked him out cold before he could make another move.
It’s just like you told the man earlier, you weren't a native of fontaine. The only thing is no one else here besides Lyney knows that.
‘Y-Y/n?” Wriothesley steps forward, confused and shocked.
“I'm sorry I never told you Wrio, I'm not from Fontaine. The water has no effects on me as it does to you, I couldn't let it touch you, no I couldn't take the chances.” You turn back to him, head hanging low. It's not that you didn't trust him with this information. Your past before you met Wriothesley isn't one you're fond of; you couldn't tell him but now he needs to know.
You can't bring yourself to look at him because you're afraid of what he'd say, would he look at you differently now?
You hear footsteps approaching you and back up.
“N-No please, you can't. I'm drenched in water i don't want to take the chances of you getting-’
Wriostesly doesn't listen, he can't. Not after you've gone and done something like that.
He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him, not caring about the water residue on your skin one bit. He pulls you impossibly closer to him and holds you not caring about him in a room full of his fellow officers and acquaintances because you kept your word. You put up a fight against it all.
You freeze for a second but feel your bottom lip start to wobble as it all comes crashing down on you. He's not mad. After all the fear you’ve felt the thought of letting him know scared you but that's the last thing he cared about.
Since Wriostesly met you he always knew there was something about you, more to you than what you put on the surface. He was always interested in you and was attracted to your kind heart though in his opinion you're too kind, even to those who dont deserve it. Throughout the time he started getting to know you he had always wanted to ask about your past since you’ve never brought it up but he soon started to forget about it as time went on.
He ended up forgetting to ask because he fell in love with you in the present, the you now and he knows. You don't talk about it for a reason, he won't pressure you, even now, with you in his arms after admitting some part of it he won't pry. The you now, the you here in his arms is what he cares about most, when you're ready to tell him he’ll listen but for now, he'll hold you for as long as he wants because you fought for not only yourself but for him as-well.
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author’s note: hello lovelies!! \(≧▽≦)/<3 ITS BEEN SO LONG T^T ohmygosh im so sorry for not posting for so long but i just had to stop for a while, things got busy and i was writing but wasn’t satisfied enough to post BUT im back with a oneshot im happy to share :D one for….SIR WRIOSTHESLEY HE SO AHHHH im so excited to share this one, ever since I finished the Fontaine archon quest this has been sitting in my mind SPECIFICALLY for wriothesley hehe. anyways i hope you have all been well! I’ve missed you all dearly but i hope you’re all taking care, eating well and drinking water im glad to be back mwahhh enjoy!! ^~^<3 (also this isn’t proof read so apologies for any errors!!)
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Hey, hope its ok that I'll send a request in. I'm at the moment such a simp for started valleys Sam, if you feel comfortable with it I would love some nsfw stuff. Maybe Sam and female/gender neutral reader playing some video's and everytime someone loses they have to take one piece of clothes of and at some point it just gets spicy 🌶
Rainbow Road
Sam x F!Reader
Warnings: hand jobs, blow jobs, dirty thoughts, the use of pretty boy and good boy
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It felt great to be able to hang out with friends instead of being in the blistering heat. This summer's weather is probably the hottest it's been since you moved here. So the thought of being in an air-conditioned house with your friends and crush was terrific.
Everyone had been busy the entire week, so this was the first time everyone got to hang out. You agreed to meet at Sam’s house at noon when you were done with your farm chores. You wouldn’t admit it, but you took a quick shower and booked it to Sam’s house as soon as you were done. You were early, sure, but that meant you got to spend alone time with your crush. You even put on clothes that you thought made you look more appealing yet not over/underdressed for a simple gaming day with friends. You knocked on his door and waited.
“Well, aren’t you early?” Was the first words out of his mouth when you showed up earlier than everyone else. About an hour early even. Although, Sam would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that you showed up earlier than everyone else. Being alone for the next hour in his room? It was like straight out of his dreams. Of course, in those dreams, you weren’t wearing clothes.
“I figured I might as well practice so I don’t lose to Abby in CoD again.” Sam let you in, smiling in your direction before closing the door behind you. You removed your shoes before following him to his room without a word.
“Wow, your room is clean. Did you have a girl come over that you wanted to impress?” You laugh and elbow him gently. A small part of your hoped it was because you were coming over, but in reality, it was probably easier to hang out with everyone that way.
“What?! Pfft, no!” Sam’s face went red as he tried to look everywhere but at you.
“Oh my gosh, you did! I can see it in your eyes! Your face is totally giving you away!”
“Maybe I wanted to clean my room for once!”
“Uh-huh, sure.” You laughed at him before flopping down on his bed. It just looked so comfortable, and your body was so sore from going all over the farm, grabbing crops, and feeding the animals.
The way your body laid across his bed made his heart beat in his ears. Pictures started forming in his mind on how you’d look if you lay beneath him with lustful eyes. Your hands would slither under his shirt, and your soft touch would have him shivering. Of how you could unbutton his jeans and slowly move towards the base of his cock, your fingers lightly touching it, making his hips buck just to feel more.
“Sam, you okay? You're staring at the wall.” Your voice brought him back to earth as you looked at him. The slight concern on your face had his heart fluttering.
“Sorry, I zoned out. Uh, do you wanna play a game while we wait?”
“Sure, I can kick your ass for a confidence boost against Abby.”
“Oh, is that so?” Getting up from his bed, he saw you walk up with a wide grin.
“It is, and just to prove how confident I really am, I’ll take off a piece of clothing in shame for every time I lose. But if you lose, you must remove a piece of clothing.” Your heart was beating rapidly as you tried to shoot your shot. It wasn’t a standard way people did it, but you never know if you don’t try. The worst he could do is say no.
“Guess you're gonna be naked when Abby and Seb appear 'cause I'm going to win.” With red cheeks and a glint in his eyes, Sam turned on his tv and started up the new switch he had saved up for.
“I say Mario Kart. My house, my choice.” Sam smirked as he sat in front of the TV before tossing you your own controller. You caught it and then sat next to him. A little closer than a friend would. You could feel his body heat and hear a gulp from the man beside you before he turned on the game. However, Sam didn’t know that you were a god at Mario Kart. You never played with any of them, but it was your favorite game to play when you were alone. Knowing that this would be a piece of cake. You wanted to take him by surprise, so you’ll let him win the first one to get his ego boosted before you crush it.
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“Haha! How’s it feel to lose farmer?” Sam’s smug voice seemed to bounce off the walls as you rolled your eyes.
“Great, I was hot anyways.” Putting down your controller, you grab the helm of your shirt. Listing your arms up, you pull off the fabric before putting it next to you. Usually, it would have been fine since you’d wear a bra, but today was just so hot…so you didn’t.
“What, never seen tits before, Sam?” Your teasing went straight to his cock as he saw your exposed breasts. God, he wishes he could just hold them in his hands and kiss them. Suck on your exposed nipple, leaving them covered in saliva as he ate up your moans. The sounds you’d make echoed in his head as he felt his cock aching. He imagined how soft they’d be if they surrounded his cock.
“Press play Sam. I don’t want to be the only shirtless one here.” Your voice broke his fantasy, and he pressed play. He focused hard as he tried to ignore the question if you wore panties under your shorts since you didn’t wear a bra. The thought had him biting his lip.
“Better pay attention, Sam, you're in 12th.” Letting out a curse, he desperately tried to fix his place, but it was too late. He could feel your smug grin as you looked at him. His cheeks felt like fire as he took off his jacket. The AC making him shiver.
“Can’t wait to win.” Your mischievous smile had his mind racing.
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“Rainbow Road Sam, better hope you win. Your boxers can’t save you now.” You only took off your shirt, as here he was, almost naked. He wished he knew that you were perfect at the game. You kicked his ass and didn’t even blink, it seemed like. You definitely let him win the first one, which crushed his ego. Not that he’ll admit it.
“Quit falling off, Sam. It’s almost like you WANT to lose.” He’s never been more focused on anything in his entire life than right now. He couldn’t lose! You’d see just how much you turned him on. He’s tried hiding it ever since he lost his pants, but nothing he did helped it down. Maybe the idea of being so exposed in front of you turned him on more? Having you see what you do to him. How his cock aches at the thought of your running your pretty hand up and down his cock. The way your eyes would look at him with lust as you’d move faster with every moan that escaped his lips. He struggled against the urge to buck his hips up against your imaginary hand. He could feel his heart thump in his chest when he heard the winner of the race.
“Peach wins!” He saw you throw your hands up and shout in victory.
“Princess Peach, I knew you wouldn’t let me down!” You turn your head towards him with a look as you stare him up and down.
“You know what that means, Sam.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, he grabbed his boxers before slipping them off completely. He turned his face away in embarrassment as his hard cock stood proudly in front of you.
“Well, since I won, I believe I get to tell you what to do, hmm? I mean, it’s only fair.” Sam’s eyes couldn’t meet yours as his toes curled at the implication.
“Right, Sam?” He could feel your tits pressed against his back as you spoke softly into his ear. He didn’t even hear you move.
“Okay…” He didn’t need to look at you to know you were smiling. He let out a gasp when your lips started kissing his neck. Soft ones before you’d nibble on the sensitive spots that had him slip out little moans. Your fingers moved up his back before moving to rub his chest. It felt too ghostly at the lingering touches.
“Why don’t you be a good boy for me and start pumping your begging cock? I wanna see my pretty boy in bliss.” Yes, he’ll be your good boy. He wants to be your pretty boy.
Grabbing his cock, already leaking with pre, he slowly moved his hand up and down, imagining it was yours. The feeling of you sucking on his neck had him moving faster. He bit his lip as he saw your hair in his peripheral vision.
You could feel the heat grow between your legs as you watched him pick up his pace. Licking your lips, you move your hands around his chest. Running over his nipples and slightly tugging on them, making him let out a gasp before you moved your hands farther down. Teasingly slow, you moved your hand near the base of his cock. A louder gasp could be heard.
“You want help pretty boy?” A wicked grin plastered your face when he nodded gently. That wasn’t good enough, though. You wanted words.
“Come on, use your words.” Letting out a whine and shutting his eyes, you caught a breathy yes. Knowing it was the best you were gonna get, you started your endeavors.
You replaced his hand with yours, and a moan fell from his lips. Such a cute one that you wanted more. Picking up the pace quickly, your hand glided up and down his cock, leaving him to buck up his hips. Quiet moans and whines escaped his mouth as his toes curled when you started to whisper praises in his ear.
God, your hand felt so much better than he ever thought it would. The way you ran your finger ran over his slit had him shaking. If your hand felt this good, how would your mouth or even cunt feel like? The thought had his stomach tightened as the urge to cum started approaching quickly. His moans got louder as his legs started shaking.
“Aw, pretty boy about to cum? Do you deserve to?”
“Yes! Please! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” the way your voice seemed so sinister, but he didn’t care. He just needed to cum.
“Anything! Please!”
“Okay. Only cause you’ve been such a good boy for me.” Such words had him let out a loud moan as his cum shot from his cock, covering your hand and his tummy. You grab your phone quickly from your back pocket before snapping a picture of his blissed-out face. All red and too cute to not take a picture. Plus, when you were alone, it’d be the perfect material.
“What a good boy.” Kissing his cheek, you moved from behind to in front of him. You placed yourself in between his legs and looked up at him with lustful eyes. A good boy deserves a treat, right?
Sam saw you lowering your head before giving his tip a small kitten lick, having him whine at the new sensation. Your warm tongue against his overstimulated cock had his body shaking.
Biting his lips, he laid back when he felt you place your lips around the tip of his cock. The feeling was something he’d never forget as he swore it felt like he was in heaven. His crush sucking on his cock was a dream come true.
Such a sensitive boy. The look of his legs shaking and him digging his fingers onto the hardwood floor made you want to see how he’d react if you took him all.
A loud moan escaped Sam’s lips as his whole cock was enveloped in your mouth. The warm heat of your mouth almost had him cumming instantly. The way your tongue ran against the underside of his cock had him try to reach down to grab your hair, only to be slapped away, and you gave him a dirty look. Not wanting it to end, He just tried to hold onto the wooden floor to stabilize himself.
His reactions were so cute, the way whines and moans spewed from his lips as he tried bucking his hips into your mouth, only for you to slam them back down. He let out a whimper before biting his lip. He’s been such a naughty boy. Naughty boys don’t get treats.
KNOCK KNOCK
The sound of his front door knocking had you taking out his cock from your mouth with a smile. Sam let out a loud whine at the loss of warmth.
“Please, please, please don’t stop, so close…” His cries made the heat in between your legs grow hotter.
“Our friends are here. It would be rude to keep them waiting.” You sat up and grabbed your shirt before leaning over Sam’s body, the feeling of his cock pressing against your clothed tummy.
“Now, better dress up. Wouldn’t want our friends to see how much of a slut you are.” The way you talked to him had his eyes rolling before he let out a loud moan, and he felt a huge relief wash over him as he cummed so hard that he felt like he had lost his breath.
“You got it all over my shirt! Your lucky our friends are here to save you, but I won’t be forgiving next time.” You stood up and tried your best to wipe off your cum stained short before leaving Sam lying on his bedroom floor, trying to regain his breath and put on his discarded clothes. With your words still echoing in his head.
“Next time.”
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Unspoken Feelings...
part 5.
social media au: Charlie Bushnell x Fem!Actress!Reader
Previously on Unspoken Feelings...
Your sitting there contemplating on whether or not you should really answer Charlie or not.
You finally turn back on your phone and see a whole bunch of worried and missed calls from Walker, Dior, Leah, and Charlie...
Oh god what have you done...
Just as you were about to call them back you hear a knock on the door... Who could that be?
Now...
You get up and open the door seeing a worried Dior standing at the door.
"Oh thank god your ok!" she yells ut hugging you. You stumble back from the force of her hug a little bit and hug her back.
"I'm sorry. I just, I don't know how to tell Charlie." You say breaking down into tears again.
"Shhh... It's ok girl. He's on his way here. You have to just push through for now. You've got an interview coming up in a few hours so get some sleep and we'll figure it out later ok?" She says trying to reassure you in the best way possible. "I'll stay with you tonight, I love you!" She says lastly before guiding you to your bed.
"Ugh I love you too. What would I do without you?" You say smiling weakly. Your eyes flutter shut and you let sleep overtake you.
The next morning has arrived and you wake up. You don't see Dior next to you anymore so you assumed she went back home to tell her dad that she's ok.
You get up and brush your teeth and do your whole face routine before going back to your nightstand to pick up your phone.
You still see all the texts from Walker and Leah, and Charlie... You decide to call Charlie first. You press his name and listen to the phone ring.
When you feel like he's not going to answer you decide to hang up the phone but your thumb is stopped by the sound of his voice on the phone.
"Y/N!? Are you ok??? P-Please tell me your ok." The phone breaks up a bit but you hear his worried tone.
"Morning Charlie. I'm ok, I turned off my phone. I'm sorry for making you all worried especially you." You say feeling the tears come up in your eyes again.
You sniffle and try to get the words out but Charlie is quick to say something first.
"Pretty girl? Why are you crying?" He asks his heart feeling hurt as he hears your sniffles on the other line.
"I-I just, I don't know how to deal with all these feelings I have. The feelings I have f-for you..." You mutter out.
"You have feelings for me too? Cuz I also have feelings for you. I was scared to tell you because idk, you were giving me mixed feelings i guess. One minute were flirting and he next I feel like I'm in the friend zone again. You know what I mean?" He says as he paces around his hotel room.
"Yea, I know what you mean. The only reason I did that was because I always overthink things. I never knew if some days you were just flirting with me or just being nice. I never knew which one was happening so some days I would flirt and other days I'd shut myself out. I'm sorry Charlie."
"It's ok pretty girl. I love you yn. With all m heart. Your my future and probably the love of my life." He says chuckling into the phone.
That causes you to giggle and you feel all flustered. "I guess I'll see you at the Interview?"
"Yea, I'll see you there."
"Bye Charlie."
"Bye baby."
Your mood suddenly lifts at his voice. At the way he called you baby, pretty girl and the way he comforted you. God what did you do to deserve a man like Charlie.
You decide to text the groups chat and let everyone know your ok. Finally you check the time and start to get ready. You ordered some breakfast and indulged while you watched some TikTok.
| Y/N |
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y/n- Me and Charlie on our way to an interview!!!
roseyposey- eeeeeee can't wait to watch it!
loveydoveydove- Oooooooo so excited! Glad everything's ok!
leahsavajeffries- You look gorgeous!
↪y/n- Thank you pooks.
walker.scobell- Hey gremlin:)
↪y/n- Hey waterboy;)
iamcharliebushnell- Stream the 7th episode of Percy Jackson and the Olympians now!!!
IlovePJO1- I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE FINALE!
↪y/n- YESSS! ME TOO! I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO SEE IT!
| Y/N |
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y/n- No, I didn't forget Walker! This post goes out to my favourite little boy! WALKER SCOBELL! I love this little kid sooo much! He's so funny, incredibly kind and very mischievous! I loved being on set with him it was honestly just an amazing time with everyone! I love you so much Walker! Your so talented and the closet boy I call a brother. Love you Walker💕 My little son of poseidon🪸
walker.scobell- I LOVE THIS! THANK YOU! I love you too! And for you information I AM NOT MISCHIEVOUS! You little gremlin!
↪y/n- Ok waterboy! Keep telling yourself that!
dior.n.goodjohn- Little bro! This is so cute! Love you @ walker.scobell
↪walker.scobell- Love you too Dior!
leahsavajeffries- LUV YOU @ walker.scobell
↪walker.scobell- LUV YOU TOO WISE GIRL!
iamcharliebushnell- I WITERALLY WUV YOU @ walker.scobell
↪walker.scobell- and I WITERALLY WUV YOU MORE CHARLIE
aryansimhadri- YOU MY ROMAN EMPIRE WALKER!
↪walker.scobell- WUV YOU!
| iamcharliebushnell |
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iamcharliebushnell- It's official! Me and @ y/n are together. I love her so much and these are some of my favourite memories with her this week. I love you so much my love, and don't worry, we can do this.💕
y/n- I love you so much Charlie. I'm going to miss you so much when you leave. I'll be calling you everyday and thinking about you non-stop. I love how kind and caring you are bubba. I love you my little hermes boy! My mischievous thief:) Mwah!💋
↪leahsavajeffries- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
↪walker.scobell- There literally so cute OMGGGGG!
↪dior.n.goodjohn- LITERALLY MY ROMAN EMPIRE!
roseyposey- THEY LEGIT TOLD ME HOW SINGLE I AM IN 30 LANGUAGES!
Loveydoveydove- AHHHHHHHHHH! THERE FINALLY TOGETHERRR!
↪roseyposey- THERE SO CUTE RIGHTTTTT???!!!!!
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A/N: Heyyyyy! I'm extremely sick but I thought I'd pop out with this! Idk when I'll be able to get around to the fic because I'm almost finished writing it but I just lost motivation to finish it. I believe it's because I'm so sick but idk! Hope you all enjoy!
~COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED~
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HIIIIIII OK SO HERE I AM, I wanna ask if maybe you could write like angel x male reader (trans or not up to you) where the reader comforts him maybe after a hard day of work or smthng? My boy needs love and affection😭💗
HERE YOU GO! 🫡
YES ANGEL NEEDS LOVE AND CARE!! I threw a mental breakdown in here:)
Comforting An Angel
Angel Dust x Male Reader
I put male, hope that’s okay!
Summary: You give him comfort after a hard day of work.
(Look at the precious Ange)
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You were waiting in your lovely boyfriend’s, Angel Dusts, room for his return. He told you that he was going to come back late since Valentino wanted to shoot some more stuff with him. Which you understood but you still felt bad for him, especially since his boss is a creep.
You hated Valentino with all your guts. You hated him so much that you would sell your soul so Angel didn’t have to deal with him. He’s told you countless of times though that everything’s fine and that he’s fine, which didn’t make you feel better at all.
After some time of just zoning out and playing with Angels pig, fat nuggets, you got a text from him saying that he just got back and he’s heading to his room. Though you didn’t want to wait anymore so you hopped out of his bed, grabbed Fat Nuggets, and ran straight to the stairs.
Fat nugget oinked at you. “I’m not slowing down!” You told him as if he could talk. When you got halfway there you saw Angel with a liquor bottle in his hand and a tired expression on his face. Your face turned soft as you approached him, letting fat nuggets go and surprise him.
A small gasp left him as he went on his knees and had Nuggs just into his arms. “Awh hi my fat nuggets! How was your day with your other daddy, huh?” His went to a baby voice making you chuckle.
“How was your day Angel?” You gave him a smile. He sighed, grabbing the liquor bottle and standing up. “Stressful.” Your face changed to a softer one, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go to your room and you can talk about it, okay?” He nodded with a weak smile.
The walk back to his room felt quicker when he was actually with you. You opened his room door for him just as a kind act for him. He took a seat on his bed, placing Fat Nuggets In front of him. The liquor bottle being placed on his nightstand.
You took a seat in front of Fat Nuggets, petting him as you looked at Angel. “Could we maybe…cuddle?” He moved his legs so they were to his chest. You nodded, “Of course.” You grabbed Fat Nuggets carefully and sat closer to Angel.
He moved himself so he could easily grab you. Fat Nuggets was in the middle of you guys. “What did Val do this time?” Your voice came out stern.
“He’s into this water boardin’ shit now. He says it’s a kink..” He shrugs, his attention mostly towards Fat Nuggets. “So he’s been drowning you all day?” You rose an eyebrow at him. He nodded, “he gave me some breaks..only around a few seconds.” He tried defending Valentino.
Angel had told you the shit that he does behind closed doors away from the public. It sickens you. “Why’d you sign the contract?” You looked up at him, him doing the same to you. “‘Cause before then I loved him.” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Oh Angel.” Tears flooded his eyes, quickly spilling out as he hugged Fat nuggets tightly. You moved behind him so you could lay on his bed. He moved his head to the crook of your neck.
You hugged him towards your body. “I wish I hadn’t signed that fuckin’ contract.” Angel said between sobs. “I know, it’s okay..shhh.” You gently rubbed his back, giving him kisses on his forehead.
A few minutes later the sobs stopped. You moved yourself back to see his sleeping face. He was hugging a sleeping Fat Nuggets that was in between the both of you. You chuckled as you kissed his damp cheek, “Have a nice rest love.”
With that you closed your eyes and fell asleep with a smile on your face.
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ITS A BIT RUSHED AT THE END IM SORRY😭 Hope you like it though.
Who else hates Valentino?:D
•Have a nice day/night!•
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Chuckle Sandwich || Shopping With Him (HC)
I had this idea while talking to my absolute bestie babe @lvrj4mie 😩 ILYSM
Im also taking requests or just any suggestions or ideas!! Thanks for reading!
❥ Jschlatt:
▷ Would rather die than go shopping… He only goes because he loves you.
▷ Holds all your bags and items you pick.
▷ Definitely will pull some skimpy or revealing clothing off the clothing rack, suggesting you try it on for him.
▷ Trying to encourage him to get outside his comfort zone (Only wearing shorts and sweatshirts 😭)
▷ After some time passes he actually begins to enjoy himself. Well, he enjoys spending quality time with you.
▷ I can see him sharing random yet entertaining stories with you as you walk around from store to store.
▷ He absolutely insists on treating you to at least one thing. Whether it’s a new pair of pants, some new shoes, or even just a pretzel from the cafeteria.
▷ Having to stop his impulse buying of stupid or useless things.
“Y/n look!” Schlatts voice calls, catching the attention of a passersby or two.
“Shh. What is it?” You playfully hush, walking over to where he stood, investigating the shelves.
Suddenly he pulled out the most ridiculous looking monkey replica (the golden ball monkey lmao
“What is THAT?!”
“It’s a beautiful golden balled monkey.” He grins, happily showing off his find.
Together you both shared a laugh. Assuming he’d put the item down you began to walk over to the next shop. To your surprise he didn’t follow you. Turning around you saw him motioning towards the register as he stood in kind.
“Jay, what are you doing? That’s expensive for such a silly thing.”
“Don’t worry y/n, we’re rich!” He jokingly responds (he would say this)
“Schlatt, are you seriously going to buy it? What are you going to do with it?”
“I’ll take him everywhere with me! I’ll tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight.” He excitedly explains.
You can’t help but smile as you let out a small sigh.
“If you really want it, go for it.”
▷ He definitely makes sure you stop at the cafeteria for some lunch or just to taste test some snacks.
❥ Ted:
▷ Such a gentleman. He holds all the doors open for you, holds your bags, offers to pay (even though you politely refuse)
▷ He’s Low-key quite fashionable. He’d be helping you pick out trendy clothes and even help you put together cute outfits
▷ Always suggesting things for you to try on. He loves to see you happy and confident in the new clothes.
▷ Enjoys trying things on himself as well. He’d definitely throw in a crazy outfit just to get your reaction.
▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to use the Photo Booth or at least get some cute and funny pictures with the two of you
▷ I can honestly see him being the type who enjoys people watching.
▷ You sit in the cafeteria together sharing some food as you watch people walk past, making up little stories about their lives.
“Ok ok, what about him?” Ted questions, motioning towards the passerby.
“Uh, I think he is currently in a big fight with his partner. He’s definitely trying to find them a gift or something… I’m not very good at the game. You go. ” You reply.
“I thought it was a great story. Hmm ok that dude right there. He’s actually undercover right now. He’s an fbi agent called… 770. There is a huge heist going on right now in the store below us.” He seriously remarks.
“Why are you so good at this game.” You playfully sigh.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually.” He chuckles, placing a kiss in the back of your hand.
▷ Makes you do a try on haul the second you get home, mixing and mating every possible outfit
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Muichiro’s Mansion
Muichiro x Reader series
You wake up at the Butterfly Mansion after being injured on your mission with Muichiro.
Chapter 9
You felt a tickle on your nose causing you to wake up. As you opened your eyes you saw a butterfly flying above you then disappearing out of sight.
The next thing you noticed was Muichiro promptly making it over to your side.
"I'll go wake Shinobu." He said then vanished. A few moments later Shinobu came into the room followed by Muichiro swift on her heels.
"How are you feeling?" She asked her large violet eyes looking up and down analyzing you. You weren't sure how to answer, you tried to take a deep breath as the sensations in your body slowly came back to you.
"Ok I think... what happened?" You asked.
"Don't worry about that now, just focus on resting and feeling better ok? If the pain gets bad I've left some medicine next to your bed to take." She replied. Next to her was Muichiro staring at you with wide eyes and holding his breath as he took in the sight of you injured in the bed. Shinobu turned to Muichiro, "I did not realize you had stayed Tokito, would you like me to make a room up?" Shinobu asked.
"No. I'll stay here... I think someone did that for me once when I was hurt... I don't remember who though." Muichiro said as he appeared to zone off.
"Very well." Shinobu replied then turned back to you. "Remember to take the medicine if you need it. I will be back in the morning to check on you again." She said to you then left the room.
"I remember now, it was a demon." You said having the memories suddenly rush back to you. This pulled Muichiro out of his daze and he looked back to focus on you.
"Yes." He said simply.
"I messed up really bad..." Shame started to engulf you making it hard to breathe. Your first mission with Muichiro and you ended up this hurt. How embarrassing. After how hard you trained to make him proud... he must be so disappointed. Tears started to form in your eyes and you turned to your side on the bed facing away from Muichiro.
"I'm sorry Tokito." You managed to say before the tears began to fall.
"Do not apologize, focus on healing." Muichiro responded. He wasn't saying it but you knew he had to be upset at you.
"My first mission as your Tsuguko and I got messed up this bad. You must feel so embarrassed by me.” You said, tears fully escaping you now. "You're not saying it because I'm hurt but I know you hate having me as your Tsuguko. I kn-" You were suddenly taken off guard by feeling the weight of the bed shift.
"Please don't say such things." Muichiro said as he laid down next to you and placed his arm around you gently. "And please do not cry. You will upset your wounds."
You felt frozen. He was holding you? The change in his behavior towards you had you dumbfounded. The Muichiro you knew before wouldn't hesitate to tell you all the things you did wrong and how weak you were, but now he was comforting you? What caused this change you wondered. This sudden shock caused your tears to stop.
"Good. Now focus on using your recovery breathing and rest." He said, tightening his arm around you ever so gently as to not upset your wounds.
You did as he said and slowly fell into a restful sleep.
#kny x reader#kny x you#anime x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#anime x y/n#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer x you#muichiro x reader#demon slayer muichiro#muichiro fluff#muichiro tokito#demon slayer hashira#mist hashira#kny hashira#hashira x reader#muichiro’s mansion#kny fanfic#kny x y/n#muichiro x y/n#kny muichiro#kimetsu muichiro
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WARNING: HUGE RANT AHEAD
As per the request from @nectar-cellar:
Oh boy prepare yourself for a foul-mouthed rant because I am MAD!!!! 😠😠😠😠 Not at you, NC. I love you. You can do no wrong in my eyes. 😘
No I am mad at this STUPID FUCKING SIM holy shit
OK FIRST OF ALL
He started life like THIS
What I can only describe as "Disney's Aladdin visits a dude ranch". Yes, I know I have used that exact outfit (minus the boots) for Roman before, shut up, you're not here to expose my hypocrisy, you're here to suffer with me because OH BOY DID I SUFFER.
Ok so he turned out like this. Not bad, you say? No. Bad. Very bad.
I SPENT TWO AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS ON THIS STUPID MOTHERFUCKER AND THERE'S STILL SOMETHING OFF ABOUT HIS FACE AND I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT AND I PUT CONTOURING MAKEUP ON HIS FACE AND YOU CAN BARELY SEE IT BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON, THIS SKINTONE IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COLOR MATCH TONIGHT AND I DON'T KNOW WHY BECAUSE I'M USUALLY GREAT AT COLOR MATCHING FUCK THIS GUY
Yeah so I got him in Live Mode and there is just something about him that is pissing me right the fuck off and I don't know what it is. Is it the eyes? Are the eyes too big? Jaw too square? I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!!!!!!!!! I really feel like the eyes are too big but I kept shrinking his eyes until he literally looked like this .👄. and it still didn't help.
I went in and out of CAS at least 7 times and I can't figure out what's off and I can't fix it and I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM
"Who's made of pixels and sucks ass? This guy!"
"Don't you just love me?"
NO I WANT TO HIT YOU WITH A BUS
I know that making masc men is a challenge for me. This is not new information. It's been a problem for 20 years, it'll be a problem for 20 more. I know what I find attractive in a man, I just don't know what looks good on a Sim. Know what I mean? No? Stop being difficult, you know exactly what I mean.
I also tried using NC's new torso and oh boy that was an adventure because the torso is fire and his face is A FUCKING DISASTER. There is something about his head and his torso that are incongruous with each other and I don't. know. what. it. is. It's driving me crazy. No correction, it has DRIVEN me crazy, past tense. I am crazy now and this fucker is why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK AT THIS PIECE OF SHIT WHY DOESN'T HIS HEAD FIT WHAT DID I DO WRONG
I even expanded my slider multiples so I could fine tune things thinking that would help but no I think it made everything worse ESPECIALLY MY MENTAL HEALTH
I hate him. I HAAAAAAAAATEEE HIIIIIIIIIM
So by now you're like "Laura there's nothing wrong with him, Laura you're taking this too seriously, Laura he's fine" and I know. I KNOW! I STILL HATE HIM
And you're god dang right I put that fucker on a pole. If I get community labeled because of this shit heap, I'm gonna lose my shitting mind.
Literally fuck you, I hate you so much. I didn't even give you a name. Do you know what your name is? "Stupid asshole who won't behave" that's what your name is.
I even threw Monica the Devil Girl in there hoping that would help. It didn't.
Know what the worst part is?
I enjoyed this. I mean yeah sure I hated the whole process and I hate the result and I hate this Sim and in a minute, I'm going to have an alien Sim land a meteor on top of his head, but there's something really cathartic about just unloading all of your vitriol on a Sim, you know? And it was definitely a challenge and definitely out of my comfort zone. I'll have to keep trying until I make a male Sim (other than Roman and Aiden) that I'm happy with.
This was a learning experience for sure.
Piece of shit.
#sims 3#ts3#sims 3 gameplay#mine#adventures in cas#sims 3 cas#*breathes into a paper bag*#i'm fine everything's fine#gif warning
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Miles comforts insecure reader
Pairing: E!42 Miles x Fem(tomboy)!Reader
Warnings: Body Imagine issues, catcalling?, Crying.
You stared at yourself in the mirror turning to see the pair of jeans at every possible angle.
“Ain’t no way,” you muttered to yourself.
The pair of snug fitting 2000s style jeans hugged your thighs and hips in a way that made it uncomfortable to stand let alone walk.
Eying yourself in the mirror you started to feel extremely insecure. Ever since you hit puberty you’ve been thick and developed faster than the other kids in your grade. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means it’s natural but for you it brought a lot of unwanted attention at such a young age and that carried well into your teenage years.
Earlier before you and Miles entered the store you both decided to stop for chick-fil-a. While in line an older guy maybe in his late 20s and his friend decided to take it apon himself to comment about how you looked in your school uniform. Commenting that you had quote on quote “anime thighs” and that he’d “Take that over a desk any day,” Miles wanted so badly to chew them out up held back after you said not to start anything.
Bring a shy person to begin with didn’t help much, so to cope with your feelings, you started wearing slightly baggier clothes. They gave you a sense of comfortability you hadn’t felt in a long time. On top of that the style was just cute in general.
But today while in the mall with your boyfriend he picked out the jeans for you. Was this him saying he didn’t like the type of clothes you wear now?
“You good in there?” Miles said from outside of the dressing room.
You jumped being startled out of your zoned out state.
“Y-yeah i’m cool…” you shouted back making sure he heard you.
You didn’t want to have to lie twice.
“Can I come in?”
“If you want…” you cringed at the way that came out, like you didn’t want him in there.
Miles slightly parted the curtain and slid in through the crack.
“If I want?” he said eying you up and down with a slight smile.
You shrugged.
Miles look up and met your eyes through the mirror before you broke eye contact causing him to start worrying.
“What you don’t like ‘em?”
You shrugged again lightly pulling at the material around your thighs.
“They’re nice…kind of tight-”
The boy put his slim fingers through your belt loops and pulled back lightly.
“Mm, yeah I guess- ain’t that the style though? Want me to go get a bigger size?”
“The style? You sound like your mom,” you forced a giggle at the boy honestly trying to change the subject.
He smiled at your comment and stuffed his hands in his pockets. But, his eyes glanced up at yours. Once you broke eye contact for the second time he knew something was wrong.
“So do you want a bigger size? They’re right out there.” The boy peeked through the curtain and squinted to see the available sizes, “I think the next size u-”
You cut him off, “Don’t we gotta find something for you too? Is it getting late?” You rambled and scrambled to find your phone to “check the time”.
“Baby….” he said flatly with a slight confused look on his face, “why are you avoiding my question?”
Eye brows furrowed trying your best to create a false confused expression, you turned around to face him.
“What question?”
“Seriously?”
“Miles-”
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
With a slight pout you played with the hem of your white collard shirt, “I just don’t like the pants…”
“Ok? That’s fine we can look for more.” he shrugged.
You looked in the mirror once again noticing how the denim tightened around your hips…and thighs…and butt. The man’s voice played back in your head, “I’d take that over a desk any day,” it was too overwhelming. You just broke down.
In your relationship with Miles he had never seen anything trigger you this much and this fast.
Without hesitation he stepped forward and gently placed his hand on your arms to calm you down.
“Hol’ on hol’ on, chill i can’t understand you if you’re crying. Just relax ok?” said as he rubbed his thumb soothingly over your arm.
You took a deep breath in and wiped your tear stained cheek with the heel of you palm then nodded head.
“I don’t like how they look on me, and it just triggered me cuz of what happened earlier.”
Miles sat you both down on the dressing room floor listening intently making sure you understood he heard you.
“Then why’d you say you liked them?”
“I thought you would want me to get them? I don’t know. I just wanted to get out of here.”
He chuckled, “Since when do you care what I think about clothes?”
With a quick glance up you thought for a moment then laughed sniffling and wiping your tears once again. “Ok true, I don’t. I don’t know you just seemed to like them a lot.”
“Listen I don’t give a fuck what you wear I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable,” he leaned back against the dressing room wall, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I told you what to wear all the time.”
“A bad one.”
“A bad one,” he parroted you. “And what that bitch said earlier don’t matter he was ignorant and obviously gets no play talking about anime thighs. Looked almost 30 acting like a little bitch.”
You smiled slightly and nodded sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for an embrace.
“I’m sorry that was dramatic, breaking down out of nowhere.”
Miles hugged back and laid a quick peck on your cheek.
“Stop apologizing for dumb stuff, no offense. You were sad so you cried it’s normal, now come on we gotta go I don’t think i’m supposed to be in here.” he laughed and handed you the skirt you walked in with.
A smile came across your face as you took the clothes from him.
“Wanna get Cinnabon after this?” you asked unbuttoning the jeans.
“What kind of question is that? No duh I want Cinnabon!”
This is lowkey based on myself, this was really fun though. Exploring different emotions I feel like i’m getting slightly better. Thank you for reading!! Remember requests are open right now so don’t be shy!
#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miles morales#earth 42 miles morales#miles morales headcanons#spider man#earth 42 miles fluff#prowler miles#miles g morales#e!42 miles x reader#e!42 miles morales#e!42 miles#earth 42 miles
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Flaws/imperfections of each main character
because we all have em'.
Dalv
pushes people away
clings so much to how things turned out in the past that he's unwilling to make new memories
as that one sweet corn said if you backtrack, he's a "mopey mope"
deff has OCD
not trusting
not friendly
unwilling to get out of his comfort zone
trusts his own judgement too much
he's literally me. I feel called out... thanks, Dalv. You're awesome ❤️
Martlet
unwilling to get out of her comfort zone
slacker
scatterbrained
bit of a dummy (I feel so bad for saying this; love you Marts! ❤️)
blames herself too much
anxious
not sure if she's depressed, but she DOES lack self-confidence and is a bit awkward at times
REALLY likes material comforts & nice things to the point where it was her main reason (besides not having to work too hard) for keeping the not-so-moral royal guard job (also mentions how she wants to steal jewels from the mines)
unsure of herself and her future
gives too many chances/a bit naive (to geno Clover)
trusts her own judgement too much (that getting a job as the royal guard was a good idea, that geno Clover is good deep down)
Starlo
INSECURE INSECURE INSECURE
doesn't love himself :(
kidnaps a child
overly enthusiastic to the point he literally "started a fire"
reckless (while North Star)
relies so heavily on his social image that he expects it to make him feel worthy (of love, admiration)
hides his quirks
a biiit arrogant (while North Star)
mischievous childish trickster (to Blackjack, maybe… unless Jack's role-playing the role of the "victim"; while North Star)
needs too much external validation
uses distractions to escape negative things/emotions instead of dealing with them
people pleaser
puts too much pressure on himself
ignorant (of many things such as horses and gumballs, but mostly of his and others' true feelings and desires) He just doesn't get that the others weren't having a good time, and that they wanted the old him back. He just doesn't get that all he did, he did because he doesn't like who he is and wants others to love him for his persona. Thankfully he realized it in the end
refuses to accept that he was being too much into this whole thing and instead turns to STATUS STATUS STATUS (more love, more admiration = getting his friends back)
hides his true self from the world
just wants to be cool
naive and foolish (don't even remind me of geno)
my boy's totally not perfect, gotta love him for it :)
P.s: holy heck he's the most flawed of them. Love you sm star 🌟 ❤️
Ceroba
manipulative
liar and hypocrite
pessimistic
blames herself too much
won't forgive (herself) and forget (what she did wrong)
stubborn
emotionally weak (sorry Cer, Star helps ya with this)
emotions and feelings influence her actions too much (praising Chujin even though he didn't win a prestigious award, injects Kanako the second she mentions how Chujin's dream could "come true" if she injects her, willing to brutally hit Martlet and Starlo and potentially kill them just for what she felt she had to do, aka kill Clover)
clings to the past too much/nostalgic of better times instead of making new, happy memories and letting things go (you can do this, Cer ❤️)
everyone
• willingly or unwillingly killed/almost killed a child
• ok guys, I really can't excuse this one. Sorry :(( I love you all tho :))
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