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giamee · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟐 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

୨♡୧ pairings :: blade x reader ; sampo x reader ; gepard x reader ; dan heng x reader ; jing yuan x reader ; luocha x reader

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: writing this as a quick lil thing because i just finished school and i want to like,,, pay homage to the crushes ive had on my classmates LMAO this is so self indulgent i'm delulu... gonna miss seeing them in the hallways ,,, this one kinda mid i wrote it on my phone while half asleep AND ITS EXAM SEASON RAHHHHHH

୨♡୧ contains: modern!school!au, fem!reader sorry, most definitely ooc because these are based off of real people oops, just cute lil crushes man feel free to judge my taste in men !

𓆩♡𓆪 BLADE

-he's in your biology class, but not close enough to really get to talk to him

-you're not sure what to make of him, but you see him in the gym a few times when you're there as well

-his stony exterior, however, is shattered in your eyes when you enter the gym one day to find it empty other than just him in there, blasting his playlist out loud

-out of all of the possible genres he could he listening to, you weren't expecting a drill remix of anime osts

-you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips from what you're witnessing, and blade freezes upon hearing it before whipping his head round to face you like a deer in headlights

-he scrambles to turn it off as you set up at a squat rack, and it's almost endearing to see such a stoic classmate look so flustered

-you almost felt bad for the guy, and you hesitated before asking blade if he could spot for you

-and just like that, the ice was officially broken

-the two of you talked more frequently now, even becoming sort of friends through your shared class and the gym

-more frequent talks gave way to the more intimate aspects of blade's personality- as it turned out, he was quite touchy

-lingering touches when spotting you in the gym turned to his leg pressed against yours when you sit next to each other- leaning into your personal space a little too close to call it casual, and the bastard enjoyed the way you got flustered when his face got near to yours and the way that people looked at the pair of you and whispers, rumours, started to fly

-"if you keep sitting that close to me, people are going to think that we're dating," you huffed at him

-blade didn't even glance up from his phone that he was scrolling through with one hand, the other resting against the back of your chair

-"good." you were glad that he didn't look up to see the way that your eyes widened and you turned your head to the side to hide the giddy smile that was creeping onto your face

-and despite you enabling this, all the harmless flirting, there was some unquellable part of you that screamed to be set free and hoped for something more. that when he made you look him in the eyes with a finger under your chin, he wasn't just doing it to tease you

-there was undeniably something going on between the two of you, but there was also the unspoken mutual decision to not mention it

-and so you resigned your self to the realm of just friends. it would be easier this way, to move on without any ties before uni

-yet on the last day, you found him scrawling his phone number in your yearbook with a demand to stay in touch, and it left you looking down at the inked digits with the thing in your chest set free, telling you that your feelings might just be reciprocated

𓆩♡𓆪 SAMPO

-your deskmate in chemistry because of a stupid seating plan that didn't change the entire year

-you've never really spoken before, but he's well-known for being rowdy

-his friends sit nearby, and most of his conversations consisted of talking to them loudly while leaning across your desk, while you try to balance your chemical equations

-other than that, you keep to yourselves mostly

-it isn't until your chemistry teacher is going on a tiresome rant about the bohr effect that you shift your attention away from the board, your eyes instead focusing on sampo and the pen in his hands as he twirled it through his fingers effortlessly

-you nudged him slightly, pointing to his hand and mouthing at him "how do you do that?"

-sampo smirks, leaning in closer to you and keeping his voice at a low whisper to avoid alerting your chemistry teacher

-"so you hold the end like this..." sampo whispers to you, demonstrating with the end of his pen. you nod and try not to think about how small the pen looks compared to his fingers, fixing your grip

-"and then you hold it loose, and flick it around your thumb" sampo demonstrates it effortlessly, catching the pen in his hand and smiling at you

-you concentrate on your own, feeling his gaze against the side of your face instilling slight tremors in your hand

-you attempt the spin, watching as the pen teeters before falling and landing on your desk with a clatter

-you hear sampo snort beside you, and your teacher whips his head around and fixes the pair of you with a glare

-"am i interrupting something?" you and sampo both snapped your attention back towards your teacher as he looked at you both pointedly before continuing with his lecture

-you braved a peek at your deskmate, seeing the way his eyes were stubbornly facing forwards while a slight smirk adorned his face

-it became almost a ritual for you to attempt sampo's stupid pen trick each lesson

-it looked so simple, you didn't get how you were still struggling to do it, and your focus was pretty much anywhere except on the lesson

-sampo watched on in idle amusement at your frustration, sometimes demonstrating it to you again just to rub it in before getting elbowed by you

-besides him poking fun at you, there was also a sweeter side to sampo

-there was a day where you had forgotten to wear your contacts, and were effectively blind the entire day

-despite being nearer to the front, you couldn't even read the board when you squinted

-you ended up asking sampo to read what was on the board to you, and with an exaggerated sigh he did so, whispering the words to you in the same low voice that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up

-"you owe me, you know," he told you jokingly, pointing at your homework

-you rolled your eyes, sliding it over to him

-"i don't know why you think that the answers will be right, but sure"

-"hey, at least you did the homework"

-uhhhh idrk how to end this SORRY

-you guys got along well and then the year finished and you weren't in the same class any more

-whenever you see him in the corridors you smile at each other though

𓆩♡𓆪 GEPARD

-he sits in the seat opposite from you in your english class

-you can't help zoning out when the lesson gets boring, and more often than not that results in you inadvertedly staring at gepard until you snap back to reality and realise that you've locked eyes with him, resulting in both of you hastily looking away with pink dusting both of your cheeks

-it's hard not to look at his handsome face, and your wandering eyes often get drawn to him against your will

-the sun hits his hair just right from the window behind him, and he looks like an angel with a halo when he's concentrating with a furrowed brow and taking notes about chaucer

-he's not too bad of a person to be sat across, in short

-you see gepard from time to time in the library, and by luck's draw, one of the only free seats in a particularly busy hour ends up being next to him

-he glances up when you place your books down, shooting you a quick smile before turning back to his own work

-you're about to put on your headphones and start revising, but you catch the faint melody of an ice spice song blasting from gepard, oblivious to the world

-it takes a lot of self control to not burst out laughing in the middle of the library, but you text this information to your friend instead while biting back a smile

-she responds after a few seconds with a link to gepard's spotify account, telling you to take a look through his playlists

-risking a glance at gepard, still heavily focusing on his work, you click on the link and begin to scroll through his account

-you find yourself growing more and more blown away by his music choice

-someone who was so serious and stoic didn't seem like the type to have one of the most insane tastes in music you've ever seen, but you liked it

-it offered you a more human side to his aloof self

-when you saw him start to subconsciously mouth the words in time with ice spice, though, that's when you snorted a little

-and when gepard looked up at you in confusion, you waved him off

-maybe you would try talk to him after class more

𓆩♡𓆪 DAN HENG

-although he doesn't share a lesson with you, dan heng actually takes the same bus to get home from school

-you have a tendency to oversleep in the mornings, so you've never had the opportunity to realise this as the buses you take arrive at school minutes before the bell

-and after school, you can leave as soon as lessons finish, and your differing timetables kept you apart as well

-but after a day at the library in school, you ended up getting a bus nearer to the end of the day rather than your usual time

-because of this, you found that most of the other students at your school were getting this first bus back, and a lot less of the seats were available

-you scanned the seats, searching for an empty spot when you got on, and you saw dan heng sat on his own, looking out the window with his earphones in

-you recognised him as a guy in your year and headed to where he sat, gripping your bag tighter for emotional support

-"could i sit here?" you spoke before realising that he probably couldn't hear you over the sound of his music, and you hesitated before tapping him on the shoulder

-his attention snapped to you before he shuffled slightly, leaving you with ample space to take a seat

-you didn't talk much, feeling self conscious of your feed as you scrolled through your phone next to dan heng, waiting for the stop where you would get your second bus

-you were lucky that you were sat closer to the aisle, and didn't have to make things more awkward by asking him to get up too

-you pressed the button to stop the bus, picking up your bag and getting off

-but to your surprise, as you looked behind you to check if it was clear to cross the road, you saw that dan heng had gotten off of the bus as well

-which wasn't too weird, really. there were plenty of other buses to take from here

-yet your suspicions were confirmed as you realised that you and dan heng were headed for the same bus, stopping in the same queue with him just behind you

-normally you would keep to yourself, but you must have been feeling extra talkative that day because you decide to strike up a conversation with him

-"so you take this bus as well?"

-dan heng nodded, taking out an earphone to better hear you as you both waited for the bus

-"yeah, in the morning too"

-"i'm guessing the early one? i always miss it because i sleep in"

-dan heng smiles and shrugs

-"maybe you should go to sleep earlier, then"

-"yeah, maybe"

-the pair of you talk a bit, and despite his appearance dan heng is actually quite fun to talk to, though he moreso tends to listen to you rant and occasionally provides some input, which seems to suit you both just fine

-come next morning, you found yourself waking up a little easier than usual, getting ready and leaving your house earlier than usual

-and as a result, you managed to catch the early bus

-you spotted his cropped dark hair almost as soon as you got on, and decided to sidle up to him again

-dan heng spotted you this time, though, and even offered you a smile as he pulled put his earphones as youvsat down next to him

-"so i'm guessing that you slept earlier, huh?"

-if it meant getting to talk to him more, you'd be in bed before it even got dark

-but he didn't have to know that

𓆩♡𓆪 JING YUAN

-he's that one guy in the year who's just universally loved, by teachers and students alike

-he's warm, he's studious, he's head boy, and he's practically everyone's friend

-it's not uncommon to see plenty of the girls in your year go up to him to try and flirt, and for others to look on in jealousy at their attempts

-and despite everyone's best efforts, jing yuan remained single

-as much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but get a crush on him, just like every other girl in the year

-your heart beats out of your chest when you walk past him in the corridor and he gives you a smile and nod

-your knees feel weak when you see him in the library studying, his handsome face scrunched in concentration

-and though you may only be observing from afar, you're completely content with that

𓆩♡𓆪 LUOCHA

-luocha is a friend of yours that you made pretty recently

-there's a quiet charm to him that leaves you feeling at ease, and you've found it incredibly comforting to be in his presence when revising for exams

-even though he's a man of few words, he's managed to keep you as grounded as you can be during the stress of your last days of school before it's over

-it all came to an emotional headway at prom night

-you had been drinking a little, and with the night coming to an end the realisation that you wouldn't be seeing most of the people here again had you feeling teary eyed

-luocha found you on the dancefloor, pulling you towards him without a word and letting you just cling onto his suit as you both swayed in time to the slower song

-you let the soothing scent of him wash over you as you started to wind down at the end of the night, and you felt one of his gentle hands resting on your back as you began to wind your arms around his neck too

-"it was nice to know you," you mumbled to him, voice muffled by the material of his suit

-you felt luocha's grip on you tighten almost imperceptibly, a sign that he had heard you regardless

-"you can still know me" he murmured, and in your hazy state of mind you relaxed into him even further

-"that would be nice"

-as prom came to an end and after you had gotten over the air of finality, the pain from wearing your heels all night was beginning to kick in

-your car was parked a while away and while you did want to just go home, the prospect of taking another step was making you wince

-luocha was quick to notice your hesitance, and before you even said anything he was crouching down in front of you, telling you to "get on" which you gratefully did

-his warm hands wrapped securely around your thighs, supporting your weight as you told luocha where to go

-he made it to your car effortlessly, letting you down carefully and even opening your own car door for you

-you giggled at him being a gentleman as you got behind the wheel, smiling up at him with a bittersweet pang in your heart

-"thanks for everything, luocha"

-the man hesitated for a second, before returning your smile

-"any time"

-he ducked down, leaning in closer to you, and you felt yourself inhale sharply as he wrapped his arms around you, encasing you in a last embrace before you would part ways for the last time

-"keep in touch, okay?"

-"okay"

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 5 months

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thinking about pornstar Eddie tonight...

Thinking about how he needs to show up to work presentable, a clean slate....and you're just really bratty for some reason and leave the biggest hickey on his neck...

Hmmm.....yeah

omg he would definitely punish you for that!

imagine he comes home from a shoot, and you have a plan while he goes to take a shower. you’re feeling particularly bratty, and you know already that he has to go back to work tomorrow. you were fine with what he did for a living, but sometimes you just wanted to mark your territory on him. you were in one of those moods tonight, and a smirk played across your lips as you thought about everything you were going to do.

he comes out of the shower, toweling at his long hair, and grinning as he notices your smirk. “what’s that look for, baby?”

“oh, nothing,” you say, sitting up on the bed and beckoning him to come closer. “come here. i’ve missed you all day.”

“you just missed my dick,” he says, placing your hand on it as you palm him. “mmm, and i missed you touching me.”

“i missed YOU,” you say, sitting up on your knees on the bed so that you could kiss him. “i really, really did.”

“i missed you a lot, too,” he says, groaning as you start kissing his neck. “thought about you all day.”

“oh yeah?” you ask, reaching down to squeeze his balls as you sucked a spot on his neck. “even while you were balls deep in someone else?”

“not balls deep,” he said, moaning before tilting his head back. “be careful doing that, baby.”

“why?” you ask, playing innocent as you keep sucking on his skin.

“no hickeys,” he says, his lashes fluttering as you continue to work on him. “y/n, i’m serious.”

“oops,” you say, drawing back and hiding your smirk as you see a large hickey beginning to form. “my bad.”

“you fucking didn’t,” eddie nearly growls, stepping back to look in the vanity mirror. “fuck! the director is going to pitch a fit!”

“oh, who cares,” you say, removing your clothes and biting your lip. “you’re really too fixated on what others think of you.”

“this is part of my job, you brat!” he says, coming over to the bed and pushing you onto it. “it’s going to ruin the shoot!”

“well, maybe you could ruin ME instead,” you offer, pulling him fully on top of you and leaning up for a hard kiss. “ever think of that?”

“trust me, i fucking plan on it now,” he says with a growl, starting to kiss roughly over your neck. “gonna mark you up, too.”

“you better,” you say, moaning as he sucks a big hickey on your sweet spot. “oh, fuck…”

“gonna teach you that your actions have fucking consequences,” he says, moving down to suck on your nipples. he littered your breasts with hickeys beforehand, his grip on you tight. “fucking brat.”

“oh, eddie,” you moan, tugging his hair as hard as you can as he bites your nipple. he swirls his pierced tongue around it, his eyes fixated on you through his lashes & hair. “fuck, please…”

“you’re going to be begging for mercy by the time I’m done with you,” he says, making his way between your legs next.

he wasn’t wrong. he ate you out over, and over, and over, not stopping until you were sobbing from being overstimulated. then he fucked you, first while standing at the edge of the bed, then again from behind as he left large red handprints on your ass, then again in missionary. you scratched his back up, making him bleed, marking him up further. that prompted him to stop and cuff you, where he coaxed another two orgasms out of you. you fell back, exhausted, but he still wasn’t done with you.

“on your knees,” he ordered as he released you from the cuffs. “you’re going to clean yourself off of my dick, and you’re going to take every single inch that I give you.”

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kosije · 4 months

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a/n ★ ׂ forgot my log in info (oops!) happy to be back, ive missed u all :) part 2? never leave a crowded place if you suspect someone is watching you. don’t walk alone in the night. stay safe♡

c/w ★ ׂ ghostface!toji x fem!reader. noncon. stalking. toji follows reader home. crying. toji cuts readers clothes. mdni!

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there’s an eeriness in the fog.

static of a chill vibrates through your spine, as you walk as fast as you can, not caring about how your short skirt rides up your body. regret hazes you and you struggle to walk straight after drinking so much. maybe you should have stayed there? the party wasn’t bad in itself. decent music, decent costumes, decent snacks. but you just couldn’t get away from him—whoever he is. first it was when you had first gotten there. readjusting your clothes, you brush through your friends’ door to familiar faces. it doesn’t take you long to gravitate to the drink bar with a girl dressed as some kind of clown.

“I-C-P,” she says, pouring you your third drink. “I’m Violent J, my girlfriend’s Shaggy… i’ll just show you later.”

you think you say something like, “cool,” but you can’t pay attention to anything after you spot him. he’s huge. long black robe that’s tattered around the edges, dirtied ghostface mask that completely covers his face, serrated knife with dried blood that you note looks more realistic than what you’re comfortable with, and an aura that makes you uneasy. he’s standing in front of you, but it’s almost like he’s standing over you by the shear build of him. you watch the girl, what’s her name again? whatever it is, she begins to walk away, grumbling about how the costume will be more recognizable once you see her girlfriend. the whole time you keep glancing back to the man in the ghostface costume, and despite his face being covered, it’s obvious that he’s staring at you. a icy gust fans over you, still feeling his gaze hot on you as you follow the girl.

that first encounter left you unsettled, but then it multiplies and you find him at every corner you turn. in front of the door to the bathrooms. standing in the shadows of the dance floor as you grind on some park random in a spiderman costume. on the patio of the backyard. and then the doorframe of your friend’s house as you leave. you can’t shake the scorching burn of paranoia as you walk down the dark and foggy street that makes you weary of every sound and twitch that echoes your feet quickly padding against the damp pavement. your vision feels delayed as houses seemingly speed by you, and you’re struggling to walk in a straight line, repeatedly veering off the sidewalk and onto someone’s grass. goosebumps riddle your bare legs as you break out more into a run, finally seeing your apartment complex come into view.

it’s all just wind in your ears, you tell yourself. no one is following you, you aren’t in danger. but still you can’t will yourself to keep your eyes forwards and glance behind you just to make sure you have nothing to worry about. and maybe it’s the alcohol—god you hope it’s the alcohol. because just as you’re about to enter the complex, in the corner of your eye, lingering in the shadows, you think you see that same figure, staring dead at you.

your room is on the third floor. adrenaline is pumping through your veins as you mash into the “three” elevator button

you’re in your room at last. shake hands secure you’re locks, and only after everything do you slump your head against your door in exaughstion.

“too slow.”

snapping your head up, you notice the same shadow, once again standing over you, and your heart drops. you make one last effort to escape, rapidly unlocking your door, but when you crack it open his hand slams against it so fast and strong, that your hand isn’t even around the handle anymore. there’s a moment that you think of screaming. a moment that is cut short by the sensation of cold metal meeting your throat. his knife is real—you get the message fast. tears stream down your face as your legs give out, and you’re falling to the floor. suddenly, his arm leaves the door and wraps you tightly, and you lose all hope. because by the strenght of his thick arms, and how easily just one can wrap all around you, you know there is no overpowering him.

“you put up a good fight.” the muffled voice is deep and taunting on the shell of your ear.

“a-are you gonna… kill me?”

he only laughs at that. it’s loud, obnoxious, and leaves you more scared that before.

he’s completely unhinged.

he doesn’t give you the closure of an explicit answer. you’re lifted off the ground, anchored between his arm and chest—both of which are firm and un— and throws you on your couch. you regret not spending that extra 250$ on the more plush one, cause the impact sends your back straight into the wooden support pillar, barely cushioned by your pillows. you wince.

“if that hurt you, i’m worried ill destroy you, sweetheart.”

and you’re convinced you’ll die here, on your couch, by some masked man on the night before halloween day. he approaches you slowly, and instinctively you kick roughly at his knee. he curses something crude, and for a split moment you’re running to your door, but a second later there’s and hand in your hair and you’re ripped back to him. you thrash, and cry, and kick, but his grip doesn’t falter. and there it is, that laugh again. he tips your head back, and his other arm traps you to him, and in your lower back you feel it.

the bastard is fucking hard.

“you’re gonna be more fun than i thought. pretty thing like you deserves to learn not to walk alone at night in such a,” he’s speaking into your neck, knife dipping between your skirt, cutting it until the fabric falls to the ground, completely ruined. “short thing.”

you’re entire body is shaking, and you have to pant to breathe because your nose is so full of snot. mascara is running down your face but he just moves his knife through every thread on you, until you’re completely bare below him.

“pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” he says to no one in particular.

you’re still wailing, and something about it seems to push him over the edge.

first it’s a hard slap to your cheek, then a firm hold.

a yell of “oh, shut the fuck up, it’s getting real old.”

he doesn’t let go until you compose yourself. chest still falling fast and rising faster, but your weeping is diminished to sobs and hiccups.

“why?”

“why what, doll?”

“why are you doing this?”

you didn’t say anything funny, and yet here he is laughing. again.

“what a fickle question. it’s quite simple, doll. it’s cause you’re pretty.”

you can feel your brows nearly touch. the blood rushes from your face for what feels like the umpteenth and your sobs get a bit louder. “then, why hurt me?”

“cause you look better with a lil blood on ya,”

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livingdreams97 · 7 months

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Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 2)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 3190

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Kendall's POV

Today the family was going to Paris for a short vacation and for the first time in a long time I can go from the first day and Y/n can come too. Best of all, our anniversary will be tomorrow and I've always wanted to be with my special someone in Paris. What better place to spend your second anniversary than in Paris, the most romantic place in the world and I couldn't be more excited.

Right now I am at the front door of our house; since she moved into my house shortly after the video with Hailey and I was more than delighted. But now I'm waiting for her to come down from the room, so we can leave and get to the airport on time.

Kendall: Let's go love or we'll be late for the airport.- I shout from the front door of our house.

Y/n: I'm going! - she shouts from the floor above and in less than five minutes I see her coming down the stairs with her suitcase and black leather backpack.

I look at her clothes and I can't help but smile and bite my lip, she's wearing black Adidas leggings that accentuate her perfect butt, a red sweatshirt that I usually steal from her and white Nike air force. In addition to the fact that she has her perfect blonde hair straight and loose; which is how I like it the most.

Kendall: Move that beautiful ass, I don't want to hear my mother complain about being late and scolding us.- I tell her, watching her roll her eyes. -Not like that, miss.- I tell her, pointing at her with my index finger.

Y/n: You look like an old woman talking to me like that.- she laughs, stopping in front of me . -And you're only a year older than me.- she claimed, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

Kendall: I don't sound like an old woman.- I defend myself by hitting her arm. -Now move your ass, we'll be late.- I tell her, giving her a spanking on the ass.

Y/n: Whatever you say old woman.- she laughs leaving the house and dragging her suitcase towards the car that has come to pick us up.

Kendall: I'm going to end up hitting you.- I tell her walking behind her with my suitcase, turning on the alarm and closing the door with the keys.

Y/n: You really want to fight a woman from Ohio, who is the youngest of four children; all boys and fighting over cookies or the bathroom?- she asks me crossing her arms and defiantly.

Kendall: Get in now.- I tell her pointing to the car without answering her question.

Y/n: That's what I thought.- she says in an amusing way, while the driver puts our suitcases in the trunk and gets into the car; letting me better appreciate her butt.

Kendall: I love how those leggings look on you.- I whispered in her ear after settling next to her, after biting her ear and sighing on the spot.

Y/n: Kendall.- she murmurs in the form of a warning and I bite her ear again, placing my hand on her thigh leaving a squeeze.

Kendall: What?- I ask innocently, sighing in her ear again, knowing that it always turns her on. -I'm not doing anything.- I say again hiding my face in her neck.

Y/n: Keep going like this and you'll be left without sex for a month.- she tells me seriously and I stop trying to excite her.

Kendall: You're very pretty.- I tell her with an innocent smile.

Y/n: You also look very pretty, love.- he responds giving me a soft kiss on the lips. -And that's my sweatshirt.- she murmurs against my lips.

Kendall: Oops.- I murmured, kissing her again so that she would forget that I stole her sweatshirt.

Y/n: I don't forget that you stole my sweatshirt.- she comments, separating herself from the kiss a few millimeters. -But I admit that it suits you better than me.- she flatters me with a small smile.

The truth is that I am dressed very simply for the trip, I am wearing a green sweatshirt without her hood, along with simple black leggings, original Adidas shoes and my hair tied up in a bun.

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The trip to Paris had been long, we had to go on the plane with my mother, Corey , Kim and their children; who cannot sit quietly for more than half an hour. At least I had my perfect girlfriend, with whom I could snuggle in the armchairs and who is in charge of entertaining the children for a while.

Once at the hotel we took a quick shower and got dressed, ready to go around Paris with the rest of the family. The plan was to take a walk around the site to see everything, have dinner somewhere together, and then return to the hotel. Because tomorrow is my anniversary, in the morning the family wants to go to the Champs Elysees and after eating they will let us go.

Y/n says that she already has everything planned for our afternoon alone, she doesn't want to tell me anything; besides that she wants me to dress casually. After a quick shower; I dress in a white strappy top, paired with red jean shorts with a matching jean jacket and low top black Martins.

I make up in a simple way since with the mask it is not very noticeable and it stains. While I talk to my sisters by messages to ask them how long it will take, since I was already ready and I knew that Y/n was going to be ready in less than 5 minutes.

You POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror making sure my hair is straight and my clothes match. I had decided to wear a long-sleeved black top; that leaves the shoulders visible, along with khaki cargo pants and tall black platform boots.

I take a Chanel bag with gold straps and a black leather jacket in case it's cold to finish my look.

Y/n: I'm ready, shall we go?- I ask coming out of the bathroom and seeing my girlfriend sitting on the bed with the phone.

Kendall: My sisters aren't ready yet.- She answers me with a very tender pout.

Y/n: And if we go down to the hotel bar and have a drink while we wait?- I ask with an excited smile.

Kendall: You know me well.- she says jumping out of bed and grabbing the bag along with me. -I think that's why we're such a good couple.- she comments, leaving the room with me.

Y/n: Because we think alike?- I ask confused walking with our hands intertwined.

Kendall: Because you like to drink as much as I do.- she answers with a happy smile and I can only laugh at his comment.

Y/n: We are alcoholics, you know that , right?- I ask amused, leaving a kiss on the top of her head since I am a few centimeters taller than her.

Kendall: At least we are together.- she says amused, snuggling into my side inside the elevator.

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Right now we walk through the illuminated park in front of the Eiffel tower, we walk towards the restaurant that is in the middle of the tower and I have a reservation.

I had decided to wear a white blazer, along with a nude strappy shirt, with white skintight pants and black heels along with a black bag.

Kendall had decided to wear a white top revealing her abs, white elephant leg pants, with a beige jacket and black ankle boots.

Y/n: By the way, you look amazing.- I say pulling our joined hands, to bring her closer to my body.

Kendall: I'm not wearing anything special.- she says resting her head on my shoulder. -Although you don't stay behind.- she whispers passing her hand to my butt leaving a small squeeze.

Y/n: Calm the hormones love.- I say removing her hand from my butt and grabbing it to avoid more groping.

Kendall: You won't let me touch you.- she says with a pout, looking at me badly and crossing her arms. -Why don't you let me touch that perfect butt of yours?- she asks standing in front of me and hugging my neck.

Y/n: Because we are in public and we have a reservation for dinner.- I tell her amused, hugging her around the waist without stopping walking.

Kendall: If you don't give me affection at night, you sleep in the bathtub.- she warns me with half-closed eyes.

Y/n: You're unbelievable.- I say amused, shaking my head.

Kendall: And that's how you love me.- she says confidently with a huge smile on her face and bright eyes full of emotion.

Y/n: Yes, I do.- I answer with a lovesick smile seeing her perfect face full of happiness and kissing her. -Now let's go to dinner because I'm starving.- I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.

During dinner, Kendall kept making risky comments, while I laughed at them and we also shared anecdotes about the things we've done. After almost two hours of eating, drinking and having a good time; I get a text from Khloe letting me know they're downstairs ready to go up.

Y/n: Let's see the views.- I say leaving a few hundred on the table and getting up from my chair.

Kendall: Can I take the cup?- she asks me getting up from her seat with the glass of wine in her hand and I look at her strangely.

Y/n: Of course not.- I answer amused. -If you want we'll go to a bar to drink later.- I tell her laughing at how she drinks everything that's left in her glass.

It takes us 5 minutes to get to the top, as soon as we get there I text Klo to come up, but to be quiet and we walk to the edge with views towards the Field of Mars. I take a deep breath trying to relax and reorganize my thoughts.

Y/n: Did you like dinner?- I ask next to her looking at her profile while she looks towards the field.

Kendall: The truth is that everything was delicious.- she answers turning towards me . -I don't know how did you come up with the idea of the restaurant, but I admit that it has been one of our best and most romantic dates that we have ever had.- she explains with a smile, hugging me around the neck and I quickly hug her around the waist.

Y/n: I'm glad you liked the date so much.- I tell her with a smile, glad that she's liking the date. -A-And believe me, you'll like it more now.- I say, kissing her softly.

Kendall: And why is that?- she asks me completely curious.

Y/n: I want to start by saying that every day when I wake up you are the first thing I want to see next to me in bed, just like I want you to be the last person I see every night when I go to bed.- I start feeling the palms of my hands sweat against her jacket. -The happiest moment of my day is when I am with you, because that is the moment in which all problems disappear and everything becomes peace. Being in your arms gives me that security that I need to face adversity and stay upright in the fight to make all my dreams possible.- I say seeing how her eyes begin to get wet. - For a long time I asked myself what love is, and after this time by your side I have finally found the answer: love is what I feel every time I look at you, that I feel you and that I think of you.- I continue with the speech taking a deep breath and catching the scent of her perfume; instantly relaxing. -They say that something like what we have only feels once in a lifetime. They say that when true love arrives, it is known. And in this time I have confirmed my suspicions: I adore you inevitably and I am going to fight for it.- I continued saying, seeing the first tear fall . -You are my ninja, my favorite supermodel, the best horse rider I know, the car lover who collects beautiful cars and the cutest person in the entire world.- I commented, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek and pulling away with her the bag box. - You are the best thing that has happened to me in life, you are the one with whom I want to start a family and have an absurd happy ending like the one in the movies. The truth is that I cannot and I do not want to imagine life without you by my side. So, Kendall Nicole Jenner, will you marry me? - I ask, getting down on one knee and opening the box with the ring inside.

Kendall: Oh my god YES!- she screams crying excited jumping on me and throwing me to the ground.

Kylie: That's my sister bitches! - yells from a few meters with the phone focused on us.

Kris: There's a wedding to plan! - she screams crying too and clapping excitedly.

Kendall: You don't know how much I love you.- she whispers with her eyes full of tears and staring into my eyes and then kissing me deeply.

Khloe: Hey separate you two and let's go drink.-she screams excited.

Y/n: I'm in for that.- I say once my now fiancée stops kissing me.

Kim: Party!! - she yells, jumping against Klo and climbing on her back.

Kendall: I'm getting married!- she gets up from me and jumps on his sisters while Scott helps me get up from the ground.

Y/n: Love, do you want the ring or should I give it to someone else?- I ask my fiancée amused, seeing how she opens her eyes in surprise and takes the ring, quickly putting it on her finger.

Kendall: It's precious love.- she says looking at the ring on his finger.

Y/n: You can't cry saying that no one has proposed to you anymore.- I comment amused, making everyone present laugh and she kills me with her eyes.

Kendall: Just because I adore you with everything I have, I'm going to pass it on to you.- she says pointing his finger at me. -Now to drink because I'm going to get married! - she screams excitedly again and then kisses me passionately.

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I turn in bed annoyed by the annoying and repetitive noise somewhere in the room. I growl in annoyance because the noise makes my hangover worse and my head hurt more. Blindly I move my hand in search of the noise, when I touch the mobile discovering that it is where the noise comes from, I bring it closer to my ear answering.

Call ???

- Yes? - I ask without even knowing who is calling me.

- How dare you !! - yells making me growl and separate the phone from my ear looking at the name.

- What do you want, Palvin? - I ask with a hoarse voice, closing my eyes again because of the headache.

- How dare you ask Kenny to marry you and not tell me, your best friend and on top of that I find out on insta!- she yells angrily and I just sigh.

- I'm sorry Barbi, I didn't mean for you to find out on insta.- I say moving around in bed trying to find my girlfriend's naked body. -You were going to be the first one I was going to call, but now I have a hangover and you just woke me up.- I comment growling when I can't find my fiancée's body.

- How could you? I helped you with the idea and the ring.- she says with a sad voice. -You had to tell me as soon as she gave you an answer.- she complained with the voice of a little girl.

- And now you will help me prepare the honeymoon, because you are my best friend and you adore me. - I say hiding my face in the pillow.

- Just because I'll be your bridesmaid, I'll help you. – she tells me seriously. -I'll let you continue sleeping so you can get over your hangover, but I hope that as soon as you come back and look at your idiot fiancee's Instagram.- she says before hanging up.

end call

Frowning in confusion , I open my eyes trying to get used to the daylight and the screen. I enter to insta founding my fiancee last post.

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I laugh in denial when I see some of the comments, both from the family and from the fans and the crazy things they write.

Kendall: What are you doing up?- she asks and I turn my head in search of the source of her voice.

Y/n: It turns out that someone has uploaded a photo to Instagram, so my best friend has called me screaming and that's not good for a hangover.- I answer narrowing my eyes.

Kendall: Oops.- she says with an innocent smile and that's when I notice that she's only wearing a robe and her hair is messy.

Y/n: Why don't you go back to bed.- I say with a smile biting my lip.

Kendall: I like the idea.- she says and jumps on me and we both laugh amused. -I think I'm still drunk.- she whispers, getting into bed with me.

Y/n: I'm dead.- I say leaving a loving kiss on her forehead. -Now this out.- I say untying the belt of her robe to take it off and earning a laugh from her.

Kendall: I like where this is going.- she says biting his lip and helping me take off her robe.

Y/n: Shall we repeat tonight?- I ask hoarsely in a whisper against her lips.

Kendall: More like the whole early morning thing.- she growls against my lips and then kisses me hungrily and I quickly place myself on top of her.

Y/n: I love you.- I whisper in the kiss caressing her side and her thigh.

Kendall: I love you too.- she answers, pulling the hairs on the back of my neck. -But now I want you to prove it to me.- she says playfully, moaning when I suck on her neck.

THE END

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apenapaperandadoofus · 1 year

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HIII IM SORRY TO ASKTHIS HUT I HAVE READSKME OF YOUR STORIES AND CAN I REQ A AFAB X DOM DILUC💗💗💗 BUT YHEY JUST FINISHED FIGHTING IF ITS OKAY FOR YOU CAN U MSKE IT SMUT<333 (hes on my mind for days omg)

DONT WORRY IM IN A GENSHIN (ESPECIALLY DILUC) HYPERFIXXATION SO IM HAPPY FOR THE ASK

We fight we break up we kiss we make up (Dom!Diluc x AFAB!Reader)

I legit had no title ideas and Katy was the first thing that popped to mind lol

Also I had to look into the tavern because I needed to remember what it looked like and APPARENTLY IT HAS A THIRD FLOOR I TOTALLY FORGOT so yeah now you know

And apologies if it sounds a bit weird, for some reason my brain is not translating and writing correctly, it’s just one of those days yknow? Also could be cuz I’ve been running on literally nothing but caffeine oops

“I’m back.” You called out opening the front door of Angel’s Share.

The usually loud tavern filled with drunken laughter and music was now replaced by dimmed lights and silence. It was late at night, and you had just finished a tiring day of endless commissions.

You looked towards the bar, where your boyfriend usually was tidying everything up for the next day, but instead found the new hire on his spot.

He looked up and smiled.

“Miss, you’re back. Ah! If you’re looking for Master Diluc he is up in the storage room.” The young boy pointed up.

“Thanks Leon. Don’t stay here too late alright?” You smiled in appreciation.

He nodded, and went back to the task at hand.

You climbed up towards the third floor of the tavern, legs aching from the amount of walking you did that day.

“Why are there so many goddamn stairs.” You groaned.

Finally you made it up to the third floor, however, before you were even done walking up the stairs, a loud thud and a string of curse words caught your attention.

The storage door was slightly open, a small amount light pouring out from inside.

“Diluc?” You walked into the room, finding the familiar redhead kneeling down and picking up a bottle of wine.

Thankfully it hadn’t shattered, but a hefty amount of the drink poured out on the floor.

Walking over you took your handkerchief and cleaned the spilt liquid, making Diluc glance at you in surprise.

“You’re back.” He said. His eyes flickered around your face, checking and examining for any sign of injury.

You chuckled. “I am. Rough day at work? I swear I’ve never seen you spill any of the bottles before.”

Diluc huffed and stood up. “This sort of thing is not exactly unusual for bartenders.”

You frowned at his cold reply, raising a brow. “Really bad day huh?”

“Why did you come back so late?” He said. “Commissions usually don’t take you that long. You know it’s dangerous at night.”

Placing the now wet handkerchief on the corner you stood up and stretched. “Oh please Diluc, you know I can handle myself. Besides Franz was with me.”

The redhead’s eyes narrowed. “You were paired up with him again?”

“He asked for my help patrolling a few areas around Springvale and we kind of lost the track of time. Besides he’s new into the guild and as his senior I should help him right?”

“He’s been in the guild for six months already, if he isn’t able to handle the job by now maybe he should think of another occupation.”

Diluc crossed his arms, scoffing. “And besides, what exactly was it that made the two of you ‘loose the track of time’ so much that it became one in the morning? Last time I checked, scouting for hilichurl camps doesn’t exactly take that long”

You looked at your boyfriend with a confused expression. “What are you implying Diluc? You know it’s part of my job to help other members as well.”

“Right, but I don’t recall you spending that much time with them before.”

“Seriously Luc? You’re acting like a child, just because he made one drunken joke-”

“I’ve seen drunk people and he was not one of them, he was legitimately trying to flirt with you and now you’re enabling his fixation.” He said, matter-of-factually.

He glared at you and you felt a pang of shock and anger course through your body.

“Oh really?! I was doing my job Diluc, you can’t expect me to shirk my responsibilities because you’re throwing a tantrum.” You threw your hands up in frustration, pacing around the room.

Diluc groaned in annoyance and walked towards you. “A tantrum? I have every right to question a man who tried to flirt with my partner.”

“Right, because you don’t trust me.” You turned to look at him, accusingly.

“I never said that!” He stared at you wide eyed and you let out a sardonic laugh.

“Well you might as well! Do you seriously think I would go behind your back-”

“Do not put words in my mouth Y/N.”

“-Flirting with someone else for some reason.” You continued, walking towards him.

“I would never-”

“How could you think so little of me?!”

“Will you just listen to be and be quiet for a minute?”

Diluc gently gripped your shoulders to stop you from moving, the two of you so close your noses could almost touch.

Shaking his hands off you glared at him in defiance.

“Why don’t you make me, Master Diluc.” You sneered at him, the words coming out before you could stop them.

Diluc stared at you, surprise apparent on his face.

Tension enveloped the room.

Neither of you said a word as you suddenly felt the temperature spike.

Diluc glanced down at your lips, and then at you, and before you could say anything else he pulled you into a fierce kiss, lips crashing into yours.

You gasped and gripped the collar of his coat, your hand gripping his hair.

Diluc pushed you against the wall, hands reaching down and pushing your shirt up, his knee pushing between your legs. You moaned, grinding against him as he kissed your collarbone.

However, before you could do anything more he pulled away.

You let out a disappointed huff.

“Diluc what are you…”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as you felt yourself being pushed down on your knees. Diluc had quickly unbuckled his pants, his throbbing cock now in front of you.

“Wait- Diluc-”

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He said, gripping your hair and pulling you towards his dick, a hint of dominance flashing in his eyes. “Now suck it.”

You gulped and nodded slowly, opening your mouth to lick the tip of his member before sucking.

Pressing your legs together to stop the heat from between them spreading, you continued sucking and gently licking his dick.

Diluc huffed and pulled you away.

“Diluc? Wha-mmggh!” You gagged as he shoved his dick into your mouth, thrusting into the back of your throat. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes, and Diluc chuckled.

“You wanted me to shut you up didn’t you? Where’s that challenging attitude from before?”

You gripped his thighs, and Diluc thrusted in further before pulling your hair and making you look up at him.

“Look at me, ngh- won’t you? This is how you properly suck your master’s dick alright? Mmph, yes, just like that. Be a good doll and take it all in.” He moaned.

You felt your jaw numb, tears rolling down from his size.

Before long Diluc groaned, almost reaching his climax. You tried to pull away but he pushed his cock, making you drink all of his seed.

He looked down at you, a smirk on his face. “Drink it all. Don’t let a single drop fall.”

You swallowed and fell back, coughing.

Still gasping for air, you let out a surprised gasp as you felt a pair of arms lift you up, pushing you against he doorway. You tried to turn around but Diluc kept you firmly in place.

“Are you really that wet just from sucking me off? So naughty~” he chuckled, pressing a finger against your sex. You moaned and tried to grind against him.

“Do you want to feel good?” He whispered, gently biting your earlobe.

You whimpered, nodding. “Please Diluc.”

He nodded and helped you take off your pants and already dripping panties.

Diluc rubbed your entrance with his finger, and you whined, needing him inside of you.

“Diluc.”

He lightly pressed his finger against you. “Address me correctly.” He ordered.

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at him. A determined and lustful expression filled his face.

You had to admit, you liked seeing him being so forward and taking charge. It made your skin prickle with heat, the way his eyes lidded and roamed around your body.

Taking a small breath you tried to get your voice to reply.

“M…master…” you whispered.

He raised a brow, an excited grin on his face. “Good.” He applied more pressure. “Now apologize.”

“A-apologize?” You repeated, voice still hoarse from before. “But-ngh!”

Diluc inserted a finger inside. However, he didn’t move.

“For talking to me that way before.” He pressed his finger inside you a bit. “For provoking me like that.” His lips caressed your neck, gently touching it. “Well?”

You huffed and closed your eyes, face heating up. “I…I’m sorry…”

He bit your shoulder. “For what?”

“I’m…I’m sorry for provoking you…master…’

“Good girl.”

You gasped as you felt him move his finger inside of you, quickly inserting another.

Diluc made sure to press all the right spots, making you moan out in pleasure.

“You’re so tight…” he whispered. “At least it means that bastard hasn’t touched you this way.”

“Aah! No, no just you…” you whimpered.

“Hm?”

“It’s just…just you Diluc…you’re the only one I want this way…”

“You…” Diluc’s face turned as red as his hair and he let out a nervous chuckle.

He pressed his cock against your wet entrance, unable to not be inside you anymore.

“Mr. Diluc?”

A voice called out.

You both stood still.

“Crap…” you whispered, turning to look at Diluc keeping an eye on the door. “Leon..”

The door was barely open. However if he walked in further inside you were sure he would catch you. “Diluc, if he comes in he’ll see-”

You barely finished talking before Diluc inserted his cock inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He whispered. “Be quiet or else he’ll hear us.”

“But- wait- ngh!” You whimpered. Diluc roughly thrusted into you, his rough hands teasing your nipples.

“Sir?” The voice asked, the sound of footsteps coming closer.

“I’m alright, Leon.” Diluc called out, making the footsteps stop. “Did you…need something.” He hoped the boy didn’t notice the strain on his voice.

“Well…I finished cleaning up downstairs. Did Miss Y/N leave already?” Leon asked.

“Yes.” Diluc thrusted further inside you, hitting your deepest spots. “She just…left.”

You placed your hands on the wall, trying to keep your balance and accidentally grinding against him.

“Master Diluc…more” you moaned, moving your hips.

“Shit…” Diluc cursed, gripping your hips tightly and speeding up his pace.

“I can’t...I can’t, my voice, ah! Diluc, m-my voice…” you whispered.

Grunting, Diluc placed a finger inside your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds.

“Oh, well…if you have the rest taken care of then am I allowed to leave? Unless you need my help-”

“I do not Leon I-” he stopped as he felt you suck his finger, and squeezed your hips before he cleared his throat. “T-Thank you…you can go now.”

“Great! Goodnight sir!”

You heard the sound of footstep’s receding down the stairs, and as soon as you heard the front door close you felt Diluc’s hand move and you let out a scream of pleasure.

“Yes! Master, right there!” You gasped.

Diluc grunted and turned your head to kiss you, both of you separating only to moan or catch your breath.

“I love you…” he whispered.

You smiled.

“I…I love you too…I’m all yours Diluc…only yours…” you whimpered.

Diluc stopped, looking at you. A small smile appeared on his face and he bumped his forehead against yours. “I’m all yours as well my love….” he gently kissed you, sucking on your bottom lip, before moving again.

Eventually you both began to reach your peak.

Diluc placed a trail of kisses on your shoulder and began moving up towards your neck.

“I wonder…” he whispered between kisses, “I wonder what would happen if I were to leave a mark on your for the world to see…”

“Wh-what? Hold on, Diluc I still have work-anngh!” You whined, feeling Diluc suck on your neck until a hickey began to form.

He let go and stared at his handiwork with a proud expression, before biting your shoulder.

“Diluc!” You gasped.

He bit and sucked on every spot of your body- on your back, neck, shoulders, your wrist, and with every single place he made sure to leave a visible mark for everyone to see that he was yours, and you were his.

You whined and pulled on his hair, letting him know you were close.

Diluc turned you around for you to face him, moaning, feeling your walls clench around him in tightly, Diluc finished you off with a rough kiss, finally the two of you reaching climax.

He grabbed you and pulled you down on the floor with him, placing your head on his chest.

His body emitted warmth, and you cuddled closer to him.

“I can’t believe you almost let Leon see us.”

You eventually said, voice raspy from screaming.

“Hmph, he never comes inside the room unless I ask him to. If I knew we were going to be caught I wouldn’t have kept going.”

You scoffed and looked up at him before laying back down. “Ugh, still you- you’re lucky he didn’t come in.”

Diluc chuckled before burying his face into your hair. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone else see you like that, dear. It’s only a privilege I alone posses.”

You flushed at the words and cleared your throat. “Mmm, fine, you’re right.”

You both laid in a comfortable silence before you sat up and turned towards him, caressing his cheek. “I’m sorry I accused you of not trusting me. I know you were only worried. But believe me when I tell you I have things handled- the only person I want in my life is you.”

Diluc gently pulled you down and nuzzled your nose against his before smiling. “I understand. I apologize as well. I know you are more than capable of punching the life out of that miserable adventurer if he tries to do anything to you.” He said, kissing the tip of your nose.

You laughed and laid on top of him, sighing as he pet your hair. “Hmm true, I do throw a pretty mean punch. I’ll try not to work too late, alright? But you need to promise me the same.”

“Alright.”

“And don’t try to kill someone just because they hit on me. I can take care of that.”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

“I mean, you don’t see me walking up to Donna and threatening her every time she mentions you right? Because-mmph, Diluc!” You scolded him as he turned you around and kissed you, smiling lovingly.

“Do you ever quiet down?” He teased.

You smirked. “Mmm no. Why don’t you try and make me again, pretty boy?”

It wasn’t before long that the two of you began round two.

Next day you chided him because you had to wear a coat over the sweltering heat, to cover every single mark he had given you.

Diluc only smiled proudly at the statement, but everyone else had thought you were either sick or had become mad for wearing such warm clothes during summer.

After Kaeya teased you for the upteenth time about your outfit, you made a mental note to get your revenge that night, as soon as you were done with your commissions.

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sumeruin · 8 months

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♫♪: day 3: asphyxiation!!

♫♪: pairing: eula x reader

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, cunnilingus, lots of bible imagery, asphyxiation (duh), hair pulling, i think that’s it, but if i missed anything let me know!!

♫♪: a/n: oops my hand slipped. also sorry about the wait i was super busy!!! i will be posting the late ones tonight <3

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

you know you shouldn’t be doing this. every rational thought in your mind is telling you that this is wrong, and yet. as you gaze up at her from your spot on the floor, kneeling in between eula’s open legs, you think you know what eve felt like when she saw the apple. eula tastes like sin, like the greatest temptation the devil ever created. if she’s the forbidden fruit, then you’ll gladly be cast out of the garden of eden. the sweetness of her juice is worth every bit of repentance, her delicious fruit the greatest reward. you’d sit in countless confession booths with countless priests, listen to an infinite amount of snakes whispering their rotten prayers, for just a single bite. she’s bad for you, you know this. she knows this. but you still keep coming back for more. she reaches a hand into your hair and tugs, pulling your head back until you’re looking in her eyes and wrapping her thighs around your neck. she doesn’t cut off your air yet, she’s merciful in some ways, but it’s a clear warning of what will happen if you don’t behave. her voice rings clear in your ears, and you resign yourself to your fate. “what are you waiting for? are you just going to stare at me all day?” obediently, you nod, and quickly lean closer to her. you lick along her lips, slowly at first, savoring the taste, then move your tongue in soft figure eights over her entrance and clit. she lets out a gasp at the stimulation, and you can feel her thighs tighten around your neck. your favorite part. you can feel your supply of oxygen being cut off, and you can’t help the soft moan that falls from your lips. as she cums on your mouth, cutting off your breathing with her thighs, you think she’s not the forbidden fruit, she’s eden.

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eastwindmlk · 2 months

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Oh look! Another @jilymicro-oops Prompt: Mutual, Feb 6 Word count: 1704 *NSFW WARNING*

Quiet nights were the worst, knowing that the world around them was barely holding itself together outside their little flat. But after the last close call, they’d been relegated to paperwork and staying home.

It was driving both of them mad. They were ready for action. Wound tight like a viper waiting to strike. All they needed was the word, and they would be out there again.

Lily did see Alastor having a point. They’d gotten so used to battle and constant danger that it had dulled their senses. James had been clipped, the cut only barely missing everything vital.

He was still bandaged up and technically on bed rest. However, there had been no stopping her husband from joining her on the couch. He curled up in a blanket across from her, his eyes glued to the screen.

Neither of them said much; they were not sure what to talk about that would not get them riled up. News from their friends was either worrying them or enticing them to return to the front. Neither of those felt particularly productive.

Small talk would just drive them both up the wall, like admitting defeat. Surrendering to the futility of their actions. It was a last resort. Something they’d both rather ration a little while longer. Hold on to the notation that they have not done everything just yet.

Or so she thought.

It was after the second rerun of the muggle news that James let out a breath, his head tipping back against the armrest and his eyes closed. “I can’t do this anymore!” he proclaimed, hissing a breath through his teeth.

Lily’s gaze met his with sympathy; there was little else she could do for him other than console him. Distract him from the fact that he could not even move around the house. “The healer said that you’d be able to do more in a few more days,” she soothed, leaning forward to place a hand on the ankle. She squeezed it for a moment before sitting back down.

He laughed, making a short barking sound that took Lily by surprise. Letting the silence fall between them and giving him space to tell her what he meant with that.

“I know! I know! Just a few more days, but I am bored,” he sighed, licking his lips and raising his eyebrows at her before adding. “Can’t help my mind from wandering; it just doesn’t go anywhere productive.”

When he paused, she sat up a little straighter and arched a brow. She was starting to have an inkling of where his thoughts had taken him. Another thing that they could not partake in until he was fully recovered.

His lips stretched into a lewd grin, making her heart skip a little beat. She definitely caught his drift, and it was doing things to her too. “Yeah, me as well,” returning his grin, leaning back into her pillow and settling onto the couch.

“I was told no touching, unfortunately.” Her eyes were already sparkling with an idea, but she was going to make him work for it. See if he could come up with something himself.

But instead, he just raked his fingers over his face and huffed. “This is literally the worst time to be randy. Mrs Potter, what on earth are we going to do about this?” His eyes set on the ceiling, staring a hole through it.

In the meantime, Lily decided that a demonstration was probably far more effective than telling him. Her legs spread, her fingers disappeared under her dress, and the skirt fell loosely on her upper thigh. Only offering a teasing glance at her cotton knickers underneath.

Starting small, just warming up and waiting. Hoping it would not take him too long to look up and see. Her own eyes fluttered, her head leaning back as she let out a sigh. Fighting the urge to rush and pushing aside the soaked fabric.

“Fuck, Lils.” Was the sign that he’d finally torn his eyes away from the ceiling and spotted her. She felt the couch shift as he moved closer. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, attempting to get up. His fingers were already reaching for her, a yearning groan on his parted lips.

But she stopped him, her knees pressing together, barring entrance. Tutting in disapproval, she wriggled her wet finger at him. “No, no, no. The healer was very clear. No touching for you.” Her tone was teasing, and a knowing smile was on her lips as he sagged back in defeat.

James drew in a deep breath, shifting uncomfortably under his blanket. Pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes. “Witch,” he muttered, part curse, part compliment. “You can’t just...” His sentence trailed off, his pupils blown out as his eyes focused on the soft, circular motions of her middle finger.

“Seems like you’re intent on killing me before I can even go back into the field,” he complained, grabbing onto the blanket. His knuckles were white with the strain. “Fuck, Lily.” He shuffled himself down a little further, his shoulders pressing against the arm of the couch.

A sweet smile on her lips, honey-voiced, she reminded him: “The healer only said not to touch each other.” Now she was practically spelling it out to him. Fingers finding a nipple, pressing through the thin cotton of her top, sensitive and stiff. Allowing a soft moan to slip from her lips.

His eyebrows knitted together at her words, catching on that it was significant. Still, it took until the moan had made his cock throb painfully for his brain to catch up. “Oh.” His legs almost immediately spread, getting comfortable.

Lily smirked, watching his thumbs dig under the waistband of his joggers, pushing them out of the way. Gasping at the sight of him springing free and swaying there, deliciously tempting. Cursing under her breath, she watched his fingers wrap around himself, looking relieved to be touching himself now.

There was something incredibly enticing about the way he slowly pumped along his entire length. The way his face contorted in pleasure, teeth gripping at his bottom lip.

“Just like that,” she encouraged, pushing aside the offending fabric, barring her access, and allowing two digits to slip inside of her wet cunt. Their moans mingled together, eyes fluttering closed, easily adding a second finger as she moved in even strokes.

Her leg lifted to rest on the back of the couch, toes curling as the ball of her hand rubbed roughly into her clit, making her hips buck in the motion. Shoulders pressing into her pillows, chest arching into her toying fingers.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and firm, and Lily could do nothing but obey. Her eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze with hooded eyes. Her lashes brushed her cheekbones while she whimpered, tightening around her curling fingers.

James groaned, his hand moving quicker and more recklessly than he had before. “I am sure you can handle another finger,” he taunted, his tongue darting along his lower lip as his eyes flicked to her working fingers.

She paused for a moment and looked at him curiously. “You think so?” she teased in return, removing both fingers, glistening with arousal, and lifting them to her lips. Her mouth opened wide, eyes still on his, as he started to protest.

“Lils, please,” he pleaded, making her pause and look at him with an arched brow. “Let me taste? That can’t be against the healer's orders.” Mouth opening, straining towards her almost desperately. How was she going to refuse that?

Shifting closer, Lily straddled him. She was moaning when she felt his hard cock rub against her, almost involuntarily rolling her hips against him. This was straining dangerously close to breaking every rule, but she could not find it in herself to care much.

Between the sweat pooling between her breasts and the way he eagerly sucked at her fingers, there was little left of her rational side. All she wanted to do was chase this heat and this desire to be close to him.

Or, rather, even closer.

Letting her fingers slip from his mouth, she forced herself to sit back. She kept her legs over his, her thighs resting on his. One hand behind herself to keep from toppling over. This way, she could be close and feel the heat of his body and the urgency of his strokes.

“You’re so hot,” James breathed, his fingers deliberately flexing and brushing along her slit, making her moan unrestrained as she inched closer.

Letting her fingers travel up her thigh, she spread herself apart for him, teasing her swollen clit with two fingers. Hips rolled against his thigh, watching his golden eyes flick between her busy fingers and her eyes full of anticipation.

Carefully letting three fingers stretch her, just as he asked before. Her head leans back, strands sticking to her shoulders. Hips moving with her hand, curling in and out of her faster and faster.

There was an urgency building in her core. Tension coils inside of her, hot and needy. “I want you to cum on me,” she demanded, her fingers moving at a feverish pace now. Chasing what she knew would come soon. His strokes watched her pace in an enticing symphony of groans and whimpers, wet sounds drowning out the sound of the TV.

“I’m so close,” James moaned, his fingers staggering. The familiar choking sound rattled in his throat as she felt his hot cum streaming onto her thigh and hand. Dripping down her fingers, she worked frantically to join him.

She was close—so close. All it took was his fingers gripping onto her thigh and his thumb swiping along the sensitive skin. Jerking involuntarily as she collapsed onto the couch, chest heaving, smiling brightly.

Lily could feel him shift, sitting up and bringing her hand back to his lips. Tongue swirling around her fingers.

Her eyes opened just enough to look at James, sucking her fingers clean with a smirk on his face.

“Leave some for me,” she told him, her voice still breathless as they both laughed. A little less restless than they’d been before.

#jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jple #jily smut #jily micro oops

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H&L first draft (4k words)

Remember this was supposed to be a four-part little story in the beginning and then it turned out to be something more. I found this little thing in my google docs and I just wanted to share the first draft with you. This takes place after the first chapter and they have the movie night then, not 7 chapters and 70k later, oops)

Now, Simon is sitting next to Wilhelm at Manor House, their shoulders are brushing and his side is tingling from the touch alone. He doesn't have a choice but to sit with him because that is the only place available. It is not like a punishment, of course. Deep down inside, he is over the moon to see that he has to sit there. He is playing a dangerous game. He could have easily changed seats with Sara but he doesn't. Wilhelm said he saved this spot for him, but he was probably kidding, right?

They are watching a horror movie now. Wille clutches to his leg after a jump scare. This party prince who gets into fights in bars is scared of a movie? He can't believe he could be this cute. It was one fight, though, if he was being fair. Simon realizes that what he knows about him and what they say about Wilhelm in these newspapers and on TV are not completely true. He has been so judgmental toward him since the beginning. But he can't trust people easily; life didn't teach him otherwise. So it is understandable.

Wilhelm leaves his hand on his leg and glances at him briefly before turning back to the movie. Simon is almost sure Wilhelm doesn't care about the movie at all. Is he nervous too? Then he brushes his pinkie with his, turning to look at him in the eye again with the cutest smile. He doesn't stop the motion. Can someone forget how to breathe? That doesn't seem possible but Simon can't be sure now.

Wilhelm keeps eye contact and holds Simon's hand in his, intertwining their fingers. He still pretends to watch the movie. He keeps brushing Simon's hand with his thumb. It all happens so fast but Simon can't take it anymore. He is going to fall hard if he doesn't do something. It is not something he can afford. He will be left with a broken heart after all.

Simon gets up and leaves again. It is too much. It probably doesn't mean anything to Wilhelm anyway. Simon shakes his head and laughs to himself. Of course, something as simple as handholding doesn't mean anything to him. Simon is the only one who reads too much into things. A simple glance, a cute smile coming his way, the way Wilhelm always takes the seat closest to him, the way he listens to him so attentively when he is speaking. It all must be for the show.

He goes and sits on the window sill, opening the window all the way. Wilhelm comes after him after only a few minutes. To say that Simon is surprised is an understatement.

"Are you okay?" Wilhelm asks tentatively.

"Yes. I just wanted to have some fresh air." he lies, sitting still, not moving to look up at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, Simon stutters because he is not okay. He is scared. Very scared. And it is too late anyway. Wille rubs his knee briefly and pulls his hand as if it were burned, his eyes going big at the touch.

"Was that too much? Did I cross a line?" he asks with a panicked face. He retreats a few steps back, to give Simon some space. Simon already missed the proximity. And he is taken aback, too. He kinda guessed Wille was not what he seemed anymore. He is actually so sweet and thoughtful. He might not be the entitled prince Simon thinks he is. He seems so, at least.

He is trying to form an answer, to say that he didn't cross a line and Simon wanted to hold his hand too. He didn't know it but he, deep down, wanted Wilhelm to follow him here.

He wants to tell him he is scared and Wilhelm is not exactly reliable. He doesn't want to be a fling. Okay, maybe the prince is attracted to him but that doesn't mean anything. He wants to say he is wary. He is the party prince, for all he knows. He can't trust him yet. He wants to say it without sounding so hurtful. He doesn't want to stop talking to him. Wilhelm mistakes his silence for something else.

"I am sorry. I thought... I am so sorry." Wilhelm says and turns to leave.

"Wilhelm." he calls after him. And he stops in his tracks but he doesn't turn around yet.

"Let's forget about what happened earlier. We can start over. We can be… We can be just friends." he says.

"You want to be friends?" Wilhelm asks.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I don't want to be your friend, Simon." he says flatly. Does he sound so hurt? No, he doesn’t. There is no way.

"Okay." he says. He regrets having ever suggested it. Of course, he doesn't want to be his friend. “I wasn’t expecting you to be.” Simon says sadly. “I knew it. I knew you just wanted to hook up and now you don’t have it your way and you act like this.”

“What,” Wille stutters. “I just wanted to hook up with you? Is this really what you really think of me?” Wille asks and his voice sounds so broken and agitated.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

"You really don't get it, do you?" Wilhelm asks, shaking his head in disbelief and hurt.

"What?"

"You really don't." Wilhelm says, trying hard to believe it. "You were right about one thing. I was being so delusional. You were just being friendly and I thought… You still call me Wilhelm. What was I thinking?" he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That's your name. Everybody calls you that." Simon says, confused.

"Exactly. Everybody calls me that. You are not everybody. But that doesn't really matter anymore." he says sadly.

"What are you saying?" Simon asks.

"Nothing. Good night, Simon." he says and he leaves. He leaves for the first time without waiting for a reply. Simon wants to stop him. He can't. He just looks at Wille's retreating figure. He doesn't understand anything right now. He should go after him and demand answers. What did he mean? What does Simon not get? What is he talking about? Did he misunderstand him the whole time? When he said he didn't want to be Simon's friend, did he mean he wanted to be something more? What the hell just happened?

Wille is already out of his line of vision, while Simon is still lost in thought. Sara calls him to tell him that their mom is already here to pick them up. He is going to ask his questions after the weekend.

He wanted to comment on Wille's cute blue soft pyjama bottoms, with white heart doodles on them, the whole night. Do party princes dress like that? Simon would have liked to know how it would feel. Maybe he will take a leap of faith and give him a chance. If it is not already too late.

***

Wille ignores him next Monday. Just when he leaves the music room after school, he runs into Wille, who looks like he is caught red-handed. Was he watching him play the whole time? Why didn't he say hi? Playing would be an overstatement, though. He was fighting for his life to play the notes. He probably looked so dumb. He guesses Wille knows how to play the piano. He must know. What kind of prince doesn't know how to play the piano?

"Can we talk?" Simon asks.

"I have a class. I gotta go." Wille says and he leaves. Look at the turntables, Simon thinks.

Wille gets dressed quickly in the locker room after the practice and leaves again. Simon tried to make eye contact but Wille didn't budge. He avoids him the whole week. He doesn't come to the practice in the gym and Simon waits for him patiently until the last minute. He hears from August that Wille said he is sick and he can't make it. Simon is only worried for a second, then he realizes it is just an excuse to avoid him again. Simon considers going to his room to have a talk. Why is he so stubborn?

He sees him before the parents’ lunch the next day.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asks, straight to the point.

"I am not. Now if you excuse me, August is waiting for me outside." he says and leaves. Simon huffs in annoyance and goes outside to meet his mother. He sees Wille pose for the pictures from afar, and he is grinning like August is the funniest person in the world. The guy takes a couple of pictures of them and Wille drops the mask he is wearing immediately after they are done. He starts talking on the phone, more like pretending to be, and heads for the dorms. Simon is about to follow him but his mom and Sara call after him so he meets them and they make their way to the dining hall for lunch. Wille can't escape from him forever.

They take a seat with Felice and her parents. He is glad that Sara found a friend here. They start eating and they are having an easy conversation. Sara talks about horses nonstop, and everybody listens to her very carefully. It warms Simon's heart. Then he sees Wille enter the room and every head turns to him, of course. Felice gets up from her seat and waves to Wille and Wille doesn't look happy to be noticed.

"Wilhelm, please join us." she says after Wille approaches them.

"Please, have a seat." Felice's mother adds, pointing to the empty space near Simon. Wille takes a seat at the head of the table, visibly upset that he had to join them. Simon realizes nobody but him notices his discomfort. It is probably because nobody knows what happened between them. Wille has a casual, small talk with Felice and her parents and asks them how they are doing. They ask Wille if he likes Hillerska, what he has been up to and such. Wille gives polite answers, and Simon doubts his honesty. Wille doesn't look his way at all, even though they so close. He turns to his mom and introduces himself like a perfect gentleman.

"We haven't been introduced. I am Wilhelm." he says, holding out his hand to shake his mother's hand.

"Linda." his mom says, holding her hand too. "I was starting to think everyone knew each other except me."

"Nice to meet you, Linda." he says. "Now you know me." he says and his mom starts smiling. Of course, Wille managed to charm his mother. But he is avoiding Simon at the moment. How dare he?

"Are you all friends? They never tell me anything anymore. Teenagers." Linda laughs and the other parents join her.

"That's not true." Sara interjects. "I have told you about Felice." she adds. Yeah, Simon never said anything about Wille. What was he supposed to say? Wille looks upset again. Simon wants to drag him by his arm in the middle of lunch.

"Yeah, she mentioned your name." Linda laughs. "Once or twice."

"Why do you embarrass me?" Sara laughs too.

"Are you two friends?" she says, turning to Simon and Wille. Simon coughs a little and drinks some water. Wille answers instead.

"We share a few classes together." he explains. Ouch.

"They are also on the rowing team." Felice adds. And Wille looks at her, more like sending daggers but she doesn't care.

"I am not on the team, though. I don't know what I am doing most of the time." Simon corrects.

"He is selling himself short. He is really good at it for a beginner." Wille says, looking at him for the first time and goes back to eating. Can they pick up on the tension between them? Simon wonders if this fancy knife can cut this tension. "He also helped me with math. I got a high score thanks to him. Though he had the highest score in class." Wille says, addressing Linda. "You must be really proud." he adds. Simon snaps his head back at Wille, taken aback by his words.

"I am." she says. "I am proud of both of them." She adds and Sara groans in embarrassment and Simon is no different. He moves in his chair awkwardly, and his knee brushes with Wille's and he freezes for a second. Wille is the same. He looks at him with panicked eyes, the same as on movie night. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and excuses himself.

"Sorry, I remembered I had to make a phone call. Thank you for inviting me to your table." he says. He gets up and leaves. What a bullshit excuse. Simon is really annoyed. How can he keep his manners when he has been avoiding Simon for a week? Does he pretend all the time? He waits for two minutes to go after him. He announces that he is going to the bathroom. Way to be subtle, Simon. Nobody would get suspicious. Felice catches his glance and smiles to herself. What does she think is happening exactly?

He goes toward where Wille has disappeared. He is actually talking on the phone. Maybe not everything is about himself.

***

Some unsaved number calls him when he is sleeping. He doesn't realize it's Wille's number with sleepy eyes. Wille had messaged him once, asking why he was not coming to rowing practice. He didn't reply. He wanted to. Would Wille come to Bjärstad if he asked him? But he couldn't ask him. Giving him a chance went out of the window again just because he got flustered and nervous.

"Simon. Simon. Simon. Are you there?" a voice asks.

"Wille, is that you?" Simon asks, looking at the number again. Yes, it is him.

"I like you, Simon. I really like you. Why don't you like me?" he says, slurring his words a little.

"Are you drunk?" Simon asks, his heart beating out of his chest. Both because he is scared that Wille is not okay and because his confession makes him a puddle. He never straight up told him that. Maybe he is saying that because he is under the influence. It doesn't mean anything. “A drunk mind speaks of a sober heart,” he thinks. But no, he won't get carried away.

"Yes, only a little." he giggles. Simon's heart soars, that is such a beautiful sound.

"Where are you? Are you safe?" he says, panicked.

"I am in my room, on my bed. Yes, I am safe. Are you worried about me?" he asks, sounding excited. "But you don't like me." he finishes sadly. Simon thinks, “If only you knew how wrong you are.” That's not the time, though. That needs to happen face to face, if Simon doesn't chicken out.

"Do you have water near you? Drink lots of water, okay?" he says. He knows what to do in these situations, sadly.

"I have. I will. You are sweet. So so sweet, Simon." Wille says. Does he sound dreamy? Simon wants to go to him right now. He wants to tell him. "Simon. Simon. Simon. Even your name sounds so sweet." Wille says. Simon is about to combust. His name is really sweet, yes but only because it is dripping from Wille's lips. He wants to hear his name on his lips in person, preferably while he is kissing him. He knows Wille is drunk but he sounds so genuine and real. Simon won't be able to hold back anymore.

"Good night, Simon. I am sleepy." he says.

"Good night, Wille." Simon says softly. "Sleep on your side, okay? Just in case you throw up. Not on your back." he adds.

"Okay, Simon. Thank you." he says, sleep oozing out of his voice. "Simon, Simon, Simon." he says again fondly. Does he try to kill him? "I even like your name so much. You know what's funny? It means listening. Your name... It means listening. I looked it up but you don't listen to me. You always run away." he laughs. Simon laughs too because Wille laughs and because he thought Wille would forget his name, but he looked up what his name means. He is going insane, holding the phone like a lifeline. He is so stupid because of him already. "I like you and that's not fake, Simon. I don't know how to make you understand that. Maybe, you do but you don't just like me. It is okay. I think I need to accept that now." he says. And Simon wants to object but he wants to tell him in person. He is drunk anyway. "Good night. I am gonna go now." he says and the line goes silent. But Simon's thoughts don't. He probably won't be able to sleep until tomorrow. Until he sees Wille tomorrow.

***

He wants to catch him before he leaves his room. He didn't go in when he dropped him off at his party but he knows his room. He knocks on the door. Wille opens it, not looking as presentable as he always does.

"Hey." Simon says softly.

"Hey." Wille says, not looking in the eye.

"How are you?" he asks.

"Not bad. I didn't drown on my own puke, if that is what you were asking." Wille says. He sounds cold, and Simon wants to turn back and go but he doesn't.

"Do you have a headache? Maybe you should take an aspirin." Simon says.

"I am fine, thanks. You didn't have to come all the way here to check up on me. Sorry for making you deal with me yesterday. I need to go to class now. So I have to get dressed if you excuse me." he says and tries to walk away, closing the door.

"Wait, wait, wait." Simon is the one who stops him this time, holding him on his arm. Wille freezes and he finally looks at him, surprised and maybe ashamed.

"The classes don't start for about half an hour. We have time. I have to tell you something." Simon says, enters the room without getting an invite and closes the door. Wille looks at the closed door and Simon in his small room slowly, back and forth, clearly puzzled.

"I know we still have time, Simon. I don't want to hear what you're going to say now." he says with a long sigh.

"Why are you running away?" he asks. "That's usually my brand." he laughs but Wille doesn't laugh. If anything, he looks sadder. "You don't even know what I am going to say." he says.

"You don't have to." he sighs. "Okay, Simon, I get it. You made yourself really clear, like the whole time but I didn't want to see it. You don't like me. I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. I am not some asshole who doesn't take no for an answer. I just thought you also… Never mind what I thought." he says, sounding exhausted. "When I woke up, I remembered that I called you last night. I am surprised you didn't hang up on me. I don't know what we talked about for 20 minutes. It is still blurry."

"So you don't remember what you told me last night." Simon says, a little disappointed.

"Of course I do. I don't have to remember what I might have told you last night. It is only what I am always trying to tell you the whole time. Anyway, thanks for trying to take care of me. You didn't have to, but you did. I don't know why. It is probably only because you are the only person who is genuinely nice without having an agenda. Unlike what you thought about me, people being obsessed with me only because I have a title is the last thing I want. If you wanted to get to know me, the real me, you would know that. But clearly, you don't. So, I don't need to hear you tell me you don't want me. I like you but you don't like me back. It is as simple as that. I get it now. I am going to stop." he says sadly.

"What if I don't want you to?" Simon says with a small smile. “What if I don't want you to stop?”

"What?!" Wille asks, baffled.

"You heard me, Wille." he smiles.

"Oh." he smiles shyly.

"Yeah." he says.

"Not Wilhelm?"

"No, not anymore."

"Oh. This is the first time you..." he says with a blush.

"Not the first time. You probably don't remember our whole conversation last night." Simon smiles.

"Oh, probably not." he laughs.

"I am glad you remember most of it, though." he smiles.

"Did I wake you up last night? Were you sleeping when I called?"

"Yes, I was but I didn't mind. I am glad you were okay." he says, playing with his fingers nervously.

"Thank you for taking care of me again. I am still sorry for calling you at such an inappropriate hour."

"Don't worry about it." Simon says.

"Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

"So… What exactly did you mean earlier? When you said you don't want me to stop." he asks timidly. "Does that mean you like me?"

"Yes, I do."

"I like you, too."

"I know." he laughs. "You told me last night. A couple of times, actually."

"Did I embarrass myself that much last night?" he asks, averting his eyes, with bashful smile.

"Only a little. You said you liked my name."

"Oh. I mean, I do. So…" he says.

"And you looked up what my name means. And you were complaining about me not listening to you." he says and Wille groans in embarrassment.

"It was sweet." Simon continues.

"Really?"

"Yes, but not you getting drunk."

"August invited me and offered me beer. I am a lightweight, actually. Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold." he smiles.

***

"Umm, are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Is there another football match we can go to?"

"How do you know I went to a game?" Simon asks, raising one eyebrow. "Did you stalk me?"

"No." Wille says, like a child caught red-handed.

"You are so lame."

"Only a little. Maybe, you can show me around Bjärstad tonight. What do you say?"

"Are you trying to make me ask you for a date?"

"Umm, kinda. I don't know this area very well so it doesn't make sense if I invite you to hang out in your own neighbourhood. And I can't invite you to hang out at school, can I?"

"I thought you would invite me to your room." Simon says suggestively.

"Umm, I am not like that. I am not like how they write about me in those newspapers. I like partying, yes but I am not hooking up with someone different every night. I am not judging anyone who does but I am saying I am not like that. You know that now, right?"

"Yeah, I can see it now. Why don't you deny those rumors, though?"

"They will believe whatever they want to believe. I just stopped trying."

"Oh, that sounds annoying."

"It is annoying. I don't care what anyone thinks anymore. I am just trying to live my life. That's why I wanted to come out. It took some time to convince my mom."

"Did you have to convince her, for you to come out?"

“Kinda, yes.”

"I am sorry for judging you. And not giving you a chance to get to know you."

"It is okay. I probably didn't leave an impression for you to think otherwise. I might come off a little pushy and cocky."

"A little, yes. But you are not either of those things. So why did you?"

"I don't know. I wanted to impress you; I was trying to seem suave and confident. After your comment in class, I thought if I were myself, you would think I was a loser."

"So you thought you should act like an entitled asshole because I basically called you an entitled asshole?" Simon laughs.

"Not my brightest moment." Wille laughs back.

"But you were right."

"About what?"

"That I wanted to get your attention in that class."

"Oh, okay."

"And I wanted to kiss you, too. In your initiation party. And I still want to, probably since the whole time." Simon says and Wille blushes so beautifully.

"But we need to go on a date first." he says with a smile and walks away, looking back at Wille, who is still frozen in his place. Wille chases him again.

“How about today?”

“Sure.”

"Okay. What time?"

"I will text you." Simon says.

"Okay. Great. Can't wait." Wille says excitedly, rushing to get the words out. Simon's heart is doing somersaults.

"You are not going to try to kiss me now?"

"You said date first." Wille says, raising his eyebrows, looking blank and confused.

His mouth slowly start to turn up at the corners. Simon couldn’t be more wrong in his life.

And they were gonna have their date in Bjarstad and their first kiss was gonna be in front of Simon's house in the rain when Wille was dropping him off. I even thought about interrupting their kiss in Wille's room in ch7 but I knew you would find me and kill me so I changed it :D also keep in mind that they don't know much about each other in this draft and I really liked that I changed it in the current version.

#young royals #wilmon #honey and lemon #yr fic #btw i feel like people didn't like ch8 that much #i hope i am wrong #if you are reread h&l please free to comment again bc it makes me so happy #sorry again for updating twice a year :(

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jinxthequeergirl · 2 years

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Make A Deal With God

Chapter 1: welcome to Hellfire

Previous Steve x Hopper!Reader

Eddie Munson x Hopper reader

Summary: after the battle of starcourt you are left blind and now have to deal with a new series of never ending problems

Warning: basic horror/ stranger things violence/gore, swearing

Part one baby sorry its so increadibly long there was a lot to unpack Hopefully Ya'll Enjoy!

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1985:

Crunch Time, everyone was counting on you to make this work. Hopper kissed your forehead and Wished you luck before leaving with Joyce, everyone took their positions and you sat in the center of Starcourt Mall Steve Across from you holding your hands.

"Don't let me get stuck in there."

He squeezed your hand.

"I promise."

You grabbed your walkie to radio your sister. "Ready El?"

"Ready."

You took a deep breath. "If I'm in there for too long-"

Steve took your free hand and held it. "I've got this YOU'VE got this.

You gave him a soft smile and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. "C'mon lovers we don't have all night!" You curtly nodded before shutting your eyes.

It had started back when Will went missing, you would only get pieces of the puzzle unwillingly. Short brief images or memories of what The Mind Flayer had done.

Now you would be the one infiltrating its mind.

The building was silent, everyone held their breath as they all watched you from their hiding spots.

After a moment of focus you found yourself sitting criss-crossed in a vast black room black water covering the floor.

You stood up splashing as you did so. You've been here before, you've seen so many things, you've seen El and Others lost here.

You walked around still trying to find the Flayer.

"Well if it isn't the spy…"

You turned to face the voice that appeared behind you.

Billy inched towards you. "Billy…What happened to you?" He was pale and sickly looking. You stepped back away from him as he escalated toward you, the water under you splashing as you did so.

"What's wrong with you...you don't look like yourself…" he chuckled at you darkly.

"I'm better than I've ever been, Y/n. Stronger too!" You gulped.

"But we Don't appreciate what you've been doing."

"I...I haven't been doing anything!" you chuckled nervously stepping back more.

"Liar!" you choked on the air at his sudden outburst.

"We know you can see us, what we do, where we've been…where are you now? Maybe we'll pay a visit."

"I Don't want to! I didn't mean...I'm sorry i…" you slipped and fell Splashing around you violently, Billy towered over you.

"Sorry won't cut it! You've been a big problem." he knelt down in front of you. "we don't need more problems, your sister is a hassle on her own."

A scowl took over your once panicked features. "Don't fucking Touch her you asshole!" He grinned down at you.

"No…" his hand flew at your neck and squeezed tightly.

"Billy…" he stood up, lifting you up high above him.

Steve watched your body stiffen up. "Y/n?" He yanked your arms trying to shake you out of it. "Y/n?"

Your hands moved to hit his arm but settled on gripping it tightly.

"Stop!" You choked out, kicking your legs at him helplessly. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as his grip grew tighter. "Maybe we Don't need to hurt her...just do something enough to break her."

"B...b..Billy…"

"Steve! What's happening!?" Dustin called through the walkie. "I don't know she's not snapping back!" He yelled. He continued to shake you moving to grip your face in his hands. "Y/n WAKE UP! GET OUT OF THERE!!" Your head fell back and your eyes rolled till there was just white.

"Jesus.. Y/n…"

Small black vines snaked up your neck from where he held you,Traveling up your face. "St..oop…" you wheezed, you could feel him prying into your brain trying to locate you.

The vines creeped up to your eyes.

"Please…" when his eyes opened again he smirked. "Found ya."

You cried out in pain as the vines slid into your eyes.

Steve jumped back in horror watching as your eyes turned black. Billy Dropped you and you Splashed through the floor into darkness.

Steve caught you as you went limp black ooze dripping from your now shut eyes.

"Steve get her outta there!!!" Steve grabbed your stuff and scooped you up making sure not to hurt you before racing back to Dustin.

When you snapped back to reality you panicked. You heard voices from every direction but saw no one.

"STEVE? ROBIN!?"

"Why are you yelling? you are looking right at us."

You shook your head.

"No…no..no…"

"Y/n what's the matter?"

"I can't see.. anything…"

1986:

"No." You replied, about to hang up your phone.

"Please! Please! Y/n we need you!"

"I have plans with Steve tonight.Besides I'm not wasting my time playing with Eddie Munster And the goon squad."

"Eddie MunSON Not MunSTER his father isn't Herman Munster ..And Really? Hasn't it been like two weeks since you did anything together." You sneered at Dustin through the phone.

"He talks to you more than me anymore…but yes we have solid plans."

Dustin gave a deep sigh.

"Fine."

He hung up fast without so much as a goodbye.

"What was that about?" Max asked, letting herself into your small trailer. Since your dad died you opted to stay in his old trailer home instead of move in with Joyce. You convinced her it was to stay close for school purposes but in reality you weren't actually going to college and on top of that couldn't bear the idea of burdening her with more trouble.

You Still wrote El, Max ways offered to help since she lived right next door and spent most of her time with you nowadays.

"Dustin wanted me to join the Hellfire club to fill in for lucas." You shrugged.

You heard her flop onto the couch. "He asked me the same thing." You could see her bright orange outline slumped against the dark in your vision but nothing else.

once you lost your vision everything for the most part was l

Swallowed by blackness, except for one thing, you managed to use your abilities and taught yourself to see rough outlines and shapes of people each one by a color you identified as their aura almost, they still faded in and out every now and then but it made you feel less lost.

"You gonna stay over here tonight?" You asked, trying to lean over the back of the couch. "Probably." she huffed.

"The spare room is all yours kid."

"Thanks." You sent a thin lip smile in her direction.

She didn't talk much anymore, simple one word phrases every now and then. You couldn't blame her though,but you still tried to give her a safe space so that maybe she would be more open to it. You watched a flash off orange take off from the couch and down the hall before fading to blackness again as she shut the door.

The phone rang again pulling you away from the girl, you followed the sound before your hand fell onto it. "Hello?"

"Hey.. Y/n."

"Steve, hey! What's up?"

"Hey sorry to do this to you.." You instantly felt your heart sink. "You have to work late tonight?"

"Something like that, I swear I will make it up to you though I promise." You went silent taking in his words. "Y/n?"

"Uh yea no big deal…some other time."

You hung the phone back up on the receiver and thought for a moment before picking the phone back up.

"Boys I don't know if you know this but..your friend is kinda visually impared." Eddie Munson whispered the last bit to Dustin and Mike. "I'm Blind Not def or stupid Munster I know how to play a goddamn board game." You hissed.

"Really? Little Miss Police Sheriff's daughter likes to dabble in a fantasy game?" You rummaged through your bag feeling the spines of each book and binder for the one Dustin hand made and labed DnD in Braille for you before settling on it and slamming it on the table. You could only assume and hope he was impressed based on the series of interesting hums and grunts that came from his direction.

You felt him grab your hand and shake it firmly. "Welcome to Hellfire Bow Bender."

Crunch Time, everyone was counting on you to win this. Stupidly you agreed to fight to death with Dustin. Now stood you and you alone. "I'll give you one last chance to flee."

Eddie said from across the table, you leaned over it on the opposite edge, the rest of Hellfire crowded behind you while you silently weighed out your options.

losing to Eddie Munson in your first match with him would be a certain embarrassment. Not that you cared what Eddie or his gaggle of freaks thought. Still, you were feeling cocky.

"The Thing about me Munster." You held out your hand gesturing for Muke to hand over The D-20, You tightly gripped it in your hand and stood to your full height shaking the dice in your palm.

"I never. EVER. run from a good fight." you smirked and dropped the small dice onto the table.

Everyone fell silent, you could only cross your fingers and hope for the best.

Still silent, you could hear the dice bounce around the board a few times before slowly stopping.

"No fucking way." Dustin Breathed out.

"Nat 20." Mike said.

"You did it y/n!! YOU WON!" All of Hellfire swarmed you and jumped up and down around you with excitement.

"I'll be damned." Eddie said from behind you.

"You are quite the player Miss Hopper."

"And you're quite the Dungeon Master Mr. Munster."

He laughed. "Yea, cute nickname by the way, real clever."

"I thought so."

"Hey, why Don't you let me drive you home?" Eddie asked. "We could…discuss your future with Hellfire."

You chuckled. "Thanks but My boyfriend is actually supposed to be waiting for me.

"At least let me walk you out?"

You wanted to give him a quick comeback but decided against it since he seemed to genuinely be trying.

You nodded. "Sure I do know my way around for the most part just warn me of a wall or something." You half joked.

He nodded. "Understood loud and clear."

Once Eddie held the main door open for you you scanned the area for Steve's familiar blue figure. But found it was still a void.

"I uh…hate to break it to you…but it's completely empty out here…" you tilted your head in the direction of Eddie's voice.

"Right…ya know what?" You breathed out in huff. "I think I'll take you up on that offer of taking me home."

So Steve blew you off tonight, twice.

You were certain he had a good reason too.

At least that's what you hoped and told yourself as Eddie helped you into the passenger seat of his van.

"Pretty convenient we live in the same neighborhood huh?" Eddie pipped up.

"We do?"

"Oh yea! I'm just a couple trailers down from you actually…you should come hang out sometime."

You smiled. "You aren't half bad Munster." You said as he stopped the van. "Well thank you! Here let me help you inside."

"I'm not completely helpless."

"Oh no, Right I know that."

You found the door handle and hopped out of the van and made your way to what you called home.

You found yourself standing in the sitting room of someone's home staring face to face with a girl. You recognized her from school, pretty, popular, Cheerleader Crissy. She stood with a weird scared expression on her face. "Crissy?" You reached out to tap her shoulder. "Crissy?"

You yelped and jumped back as she began floating. "Oh shit…"

Before you could do anything else a hand gripped your wrist and you where pulled out of bed. You went to scream but a hand covered your mouth. "Shh shhh y/n it's me! It's Eddie!

#horror x reader #stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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mz-elysium · 1 year

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vtm: wormwood ; clan bingos of povs

[link to blank bingos]

Monroe

Ashley

Hawthorne

Charlie

Jack

Lex

Masika (new!)

rest of the bingos and commentary under cut bc uh this got kinda long lmao

Monroe

ofc Monroe got a bingo. God Complex might be strong, but definitely Saviour Complex. Does wayy too much shit. Also, had a weird bit where he genuinely had quite a bit of respect for LaCroix as an enemy...before he was killed. Shame. Also, had a lot in common, as disgraced childer of unsuccessful military backgrounds.

Hard no’s: *claps hands*, Loyalty > Approval (Monroe not-so-secretly craves being admired), Owns a Crown (but he DOES own a sword...), Undisputed (uh yeh, very in dispute)

Ashley

b-b-bingo. Maybe a bonus bingo, since he does eat food in text sometimes, but I never gave their char sheets merits.

Hard Yes: Red Lipstick (any colour, dark or sparkly preferred), Never Makes Art (comically useless at it), Siren, Narcissm, Would Sparkle, Anne Rice (literally Spike and Lestat)

Hard No: Humanity 8 (cackles in Humanity 4, which is him on an upswing), Rotten at the Core (...maybe, but he does have some redeeming factors)

Hawthorne

Unsurprised that she got no bingo, and was denied by Leather Jacket! ahh loser. Atypical Brujahs don’t get bingos. Urban Ventrue ghouls don’t make good Brujahs, who figured.

Hard No: Leather Jacket, Motorcycle, Good Music Ended in the 90s (um, actually the 80s, but she would listen to almost anything), Respects Smiling Jack, Brawl 5 (not anymore), Bros Before Sects/Obvious Anarch (fuck the Anarchs)

Charlie

Bingo, and not even a free-space one. Probably the hardest one to fill out, though. Charlie’s Cobweb radar is decent and she can sorta make sense of it sometimes or use it to harvest info, but never that useful.

Also, her Great Ideas are mostly unrelated to her Malkavianisms and mostly due to just being a wiseass and smart guy.

Hard Yes: Paranioa, PREMONITION, “Did anyone else hear that?”, Don’t “ugh, a Malkavian” me!

Secretly, she likes that Bedlam calls her a fish. She knows its true. She just grew legs one night and crawled out onto the shores, but she has a natural habitat somewhere that she can’t go back to. Not that anyone wants to hear stuff like that.

Jack

Jack’s earliest drafts were Brujah and that might still show a bit. He’s not as rough and tumble wilderness dude. More City Gangrel. He has the leather jacket and wants a motorcycle.

But he is a dirt boy animist and part-time rock sorcerer in love with his shapechanges, so maybe he’s Gangrel enough.

Hard No: No Driving License, Becketts (Jack never knew Beckett enough, but he would probably be put off by his obnoxious snide British-isms), Smells Funny (he bathes!), Survival 5

Hard Yes: DONT pet me (sore spot, as a Gangrel), Wants a House in the Woods (kinda has that...), Hell yeah NATURE

Lex

Ahhh, a better Brujah gets better shapes and multi-bingos AND doesn’t need the free-space. Such a Brujah. Very Brujah. Too poor for a new leather jacket and probably burned their old one 8yrs ago.

Hell No: Surprisingly High Humanity (middling, at best), Quotes Philosopher (you kidding me, they can barely quote themself), Motorcycle (lives in SOMA)

Hell Yes: Everything is Political (risks them friendships), Fuck off (just...everyone), Band T-shirt, Good Music Ended in the 90s, Starts Combat, Obvious Anarch (see above)

Masika

New POV. A very Tremerey Tremere, apparently. Very excite about her.

Hell Yes: Smartass (more of a deadpan), Getting Lost (new girl!), Secret Reads (probably, but more of a Discworld and Dark Tower girlie), Absolutely Terrified of Fireball (zero combat exp), SUSPICIOUS (fellow Tremere are always up to something, but not her!), Misses the Pyramid (Tremere loyalist)

Hell No: Oops, Forgot to Ward (never forgets, never oops), Secretly Wants a Gargoyle (a WARCRIME? a breaking of the sacred montmartre pact??? never!), Guilty of Most Things (has never done anything wrong in her entire life)

#vtm: wormwood #vtm clan bingo

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lowlyroach · 11 months

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335) Slip

If you want me by your side

Take my hand

If you find yourself shivering

Take my heat

It's yours and yours alone

Let's bathe in mud and dirt

Just the two of us

At the creek again

I show you around

It's too hot for you

So you dress down

Sports bra and leggings

I want to eat you alive

That midriff

Those eyes

I resist

I want to hear you say pretty please

With my thumb on your lip

I hold out my hand while we walk on a fallen log

You seem to hesitate

There is no ulterior motive

Than to keep you steady

To keep you safe beside me

I look elsewhere, out at the moss

The saurian ferns

Yes, I did notice

In my periphery

Your eyes watching me

I wondered if you would do or say anything

Staring at me

Eye me like candy

I wanted to look back

I stopped myself

Don't look, don't touch

If she wants you, she'll reach

You point out how gross you must be

Sweating through your sports bra

I would love to hold you even now

Beautiful, always

I mock you jokingly

If you look like that

I bet I look gross too

Of course, you deny it

Dumb fuck

What do you think I see when I stare at you?

Gorgeous down to the pores

Let me kiss you clean

Our skin slick together

Let me show you what I mean

Squint at me under the gableblo

You named a monkey, not an ape

Hypotheticals about murder

A lens in your sunglasses falls out

Now they're looking for the McDonalds Pirate

As I wear them

I want to wait here with you

Do I really not listen?

Do I really not return your questions?

I always mean to

I worry I am no good.

You keep asking about my vape

You say you took a hit

When I look back, you almost seem scared

I want to ask you if you're okay

To reach out and touch you

I turn around and keep walking

Distance

I don't have permission to love you

These are not the hands you want to hold you

They'll ruin you

I want too much

I take you to the spot by the dock

Guide you as we walk down

You release, I hold

Until the bottom

You don't want to stick around

I lie down

The way you tilt your head -

Oops

I've fallen in love with you

All over again

The mosquitos buzzing

It's too hot to stay

I bully you a little as we leave

Woe is me

She doesn't like this spot

As I'm eaten by insects

You flick them off

We take the exit

Too short

We're here too short

Did you watch me watch you?

From the rear view

Before I head back there?

You call me so we talk as I lie on a bench

You lay on your bed for an hour

An hour I wish you spent here

I long for your touch

I give consent, always

Won't you stay a bit longer

Maybe forever?

You want to maintain your responsibilities

More than you want to be here

That's alright

You can admit that

You don't have to hold back

Leave me on the outside

I'll look through the window

Leashed to a post

Kept in one place

Arm's length

5 minutes

Wanting to be a responsibility you have, too

In the morning, find my fingerprints on the glass

Footprints of my passing

I'll keep the leash on

Follow it and find me

Codependency

I've already offered everything

You offer a day of the week

I wait with bated breath

Too sharp?

Without you, I always feel too dull.

Too passionless and empty

A muse, with no color

A pianist with no hands

Too hard?

I've always been too soft for my own good.

I've lost every fight I've been in

Too afraid to throw a proper punch

Too gentle, I'll stop swinging

Too cold?

I can share some of my warmth, Lovebug.

I'm like a space heater

Place your skin on mine

Feel my heartbeat for yours

Too strong of a hand?

Place it in mine, I can take it.

They're twice the size.

You can squeeze, I won't mind

Thoughts of you suffocate me on a 3 hour drive south

All day as I sit in someones shop

Swap their machine parts

Why don't you leave?

I think about you squinting and I smile

The way you turned your head has me grinning

Between bouts of sorrow

I cross out days and wait

I wait

We talk for 12 minutes on the ride back

Too short

Always too short

I miss my exit

Distracted by thoughts of you

I wait by the phone

A slippery slope?

Wouldn't it be so delightful to fall?

I'll catch you

I'll catch you every time.

Just like when I picked you up in my room.

I've already fallen for you a million times over.

Don't fight gravity.

If you slip

You can land right into my arms.

I'll keep them open.

#writing #poem #poetry #spilled ink #twcpoetry #poeticstories

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mushroom-for-art · 7 months

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The first crackship child, Imp and @phlurrii 's Circe makes, Nymph!

First art piece using Sai and a Wacom drawing tablet rather than my usual method and! I think she looks really good!!

She was originally gonna have green stripes on her arms like her momma Circe but as I couldn't make a nice green to go with the dark pink that was already established (based on Imps arm patterns) I just left them pink but I imagine as an adult she would get greener markings in those stripes and the shoulder stripes because adult mew patterns go brrr. Same for her legs I imagine she'd get more green stripes to go with, her leg patterns are based off Circes stripes and Imps spots with the patterns becoming completed spots going up the leg cause I thought it was good

Same for her second neck rather than a strip down the middle of green she's got stripes because of Imps striped neck and the spaces in between will probably grow in green patterns as well, her nose will probably become fully green too or just get more texture depth

Beans and heart bean because Im not immune to heart pattern and also Imp had heart patterns on her knees so had to squeeze in a heart so double beans

Her ear horn fluff is more pointed like how Imp has her little horn points so she's got more exaggerated fluff points and probably horn points in her horn cartilage/bone whichever

Both her mama have blue eyes so she inherited that she also got paler arms from great grandmeau and grandma mew. Big ol fluffy face in phlurri style because fluffy babyyy

She takes a lot after Circe physically because (Circe has the better reference of expressed features) Circes mew genes probably merge with and amplify Imps mew genes making them more phlurri world leaning in design than my world leaning

Also a shiny baby! Mainly because I probably couldn't mix Imps purple and Circes green into a nice color and I think her fluff works better with green plus she looks so minty! Like a little mint! Very cute to me with a darker tail tip like mama Imp rather than light like Circe

Her tail spots were originally purple like Imps and as much as I liked it and thought it was cool I had to accept that I couldn't force purple into the pallete, so I shifted and altered it to this green and then lowered the opacity, I suppose it'd make them like great uncle Flurry? Spots gang

I headcanon she's actually got quite a thin tail that's just incredibly fluffy, since Imp has a thinner tail reminiscent of a mew but it's definitely all muscle don't wanna get hit by it.

She'll either grow more visible chest shoulders as she grows or because of the way Imps cloned mew dna and Circes altered mew dna interact her shoulders remain quite fuzzy without a hard covering with just a thicker chest/half chestplate. Yes I just kinda forgor it oops

I'm noticing parts I missed when cleaning up if you notice no you didn't

I will admit I did struggle with this as Imp doesn't have many traits to mix, had I been clever (which im not) I definitely would've played into Imp having fairy dna and given Nymph features from that fairy line but I don't actually know where Imp gets her fairy dna from or if its enough to really express properly she just had parts here and there added to make her more docile so it unfortunately isn't enough to use in clever design.

She's called Nymph because the idea in my head was definitely more greens and pinks and what's green and pink? A flowering tree, Circes name is associated with magic, magic tree? Nymph. Plus a Nymph is a baby insect and Imp would probably call her Nymph with the expectation that when they're older they'll shed their baby name and pick a new one for themselves cause Imp definitely has weird mixed feelings on her own name. I think I'm also pulling from the concept of Elves having baby names until they're adults.

I love her very much your honor, there was gonna be other art of Imp and Circe holding Nymph while holding hands but the art spoons are gone and i feel guilty enough making everyone wait so long for these lmao, (tho I kinda wanna write a drabble for them we'll see)

#my art #Crackship child #Pokemon crackship #@phlurriis Circe #Babytwo Nymph #Nymph the mewtwo #Rambles and lore and stuff under the readmore as per usual #Sorry for no twins here Phlurrii!#I hope you like the baby <3 #I love her so much #Plus original sketch under readmore just added cause I forgorrrrrr #You can see the demonstration of her thin tail in the sketch

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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No Room To Breathe

part two | masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x cow hybrid f!Reader x mystery guest hehe

Genre: Smut Notes: If u read this and immediately ask for part four I will vomit pls give me a BREAK Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, foursome, pseudocest, use of nii-san, cow hybrid reader, lactation kink, creampie, pussyjob, vaginal penetration, accidental cock biting, nipple play, spit roast, cucking, praise, degradation, bullying, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, spanking, slight choking, possessiveness, jealousy, shig gives her an premature facial oop. She calls AFO her daddy. Words: 5.3k

As much as you’ve missed your daddy, and it’s nice knowing he’s home, he may as well still be on his business trip. He spends so many hours of the day cooped up in his office. And what’s worse, he doesn’t even let you in anymore. Gone are the days of you being his good pretty girl who he let sit on his cock as he worked. No, now, you are lonelier than ever and at the complete mercy of your elder brother, Tomura. He has been so worried about your father returning home from his trip. How could he live without consuming everything your perfect milky tits had to offer if you were stolen away?

Luckily for him, he doesn’t need to worry about it.

You aren’t sure why your ears prick whenever the elevator to your penthouse dings on your floor. It’s never for you, because you have no friends to speak of. It will only ever be a business associate of your daddy’s, or worse, a friend of Tomura’s.

Jin hasn’t been around for an awfully long time. It’s a little embarrassing to admit; but for some reason, you miss him. He is without a doubt the nicest one of Tomura’s friends. He is the only one who has ever tried to be kind to you. You wonder if he got cold feet about you. It seemed like he was into you passed the basic surface level his other friends were. Your face warms as you recollect the time he told you that your cow parts makes you beautiful.

Your door is ajar, listening in for whoever has decided to enter your home. As soon as he speaks, a familiar warmth rushes between your legs.

“Tomura? Where the fuck are you?”

It’s Touya.

Tomura is popular, but Touya is cool. Way too cool to be friends with your nerdy brother. You hate yourself for thinking it, but whenever thoughts of Touya enter your mind the only phrase you can conjure up to describe him is ‘fuck machine’. It’s very apparent that he has the most experience out of Tomura’s friendship group, and it was made even clearer by how he was with you when your father was away. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to touch you.

It still has your mind spiralling into the unknown whenever you relive it.

“Right here asshole,” your brother speaks scratchily as he assumedly reveals his presence to Touya. “What was so damn important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?” he asks, a flare of irritation clear in his speech.

There is a silence, and you can’t gauge what is going on downstairs. But you find yourself leaning further out of your room, hoping to hear whatever is so important. What you are unable to see during the silence is Touya scanning his surroundings. He’s looking for something. Looking for you.

“Where’s milk jugs hidin’?” he asks, a serious tone. This is what you are now. What you’ve been reduced to thanks to your awful brother. Milk jugs. Fantastic. You hear the sound of a loud pat. You use your brain to decipher it was Tomura smacking Touya on his chest for speaking out of turn. It’s very unlike Tomura to defend your honour; but you find yourself smiling regardless. Who knew he had a soft spot for you after all?

“Watch it, Touya. My ugly sister and her milky tits are no concern of yours.” he answers. Well, there goes your soft spot theory. Touya laughs at that, he can’t help but loathe Tomura as he recalls what a reprehensible little freak he is. “Why are you asking, anyway? I hope you don’t think you can fuck her whenever you please.”

“Don’t get me wrong, if I want to fuck her cow cunt there’s nothing you could do to stop me, but that’s not what this is.” Touya tells him, cockily with an arrogant smile and sleepy eyes.

“Oh?”

“I made a new friend. Different school from us. A fucking hybrid.” Touya laughs as he announces what brought him to Tomura’s doorstep today. Shigaraki’s eyes light up at the prospect of another hybrid girl to sink his fat cock into. But unless he can milk their tits too, he doubts anyone will come close to you.

“What is she?”

“He, I’ll introduce you today. He’s waiting for us. But, uh, he wants to meet your sister.” Touya explains, hesitantly, knowing his friend is quick to temper and unsure how he will respond to the announcement.

“Fuck off, Touya. I don’t care about meeting a hybrid with a cock. Why did you think this was relevant?” Tomura queries. His eyes narrow as he considers what Touya has said to him for a moment, jumping to a new conclusion. “I hope you haven’t been promising my pussy to random people, Touya.”

“Nothin’ like that. He’s popular at his school, I heard. But he feels like an outcast because he’s the only hybrid. Ringing any bells?”

“Since when do you do anything out of the goodness of your heart, Touya. What’s in it for you?”

“You’re right. Drugs, first of all. He’s got a good hook up. Secondly, pussy. Rumour has it he’s drowning in girls and he’s a bit of a scumbag. And I’m not above taking sloppy seconds or even sharing. As long as my cocks wet, ‘m happy.”

“What does this—”

“Think about it. If we keep him happy, we will be happy. All the drugs and skirt we can sniff.”

Tomura thinks about everything for a minute before his face can change. He is almost like a hollow husk. If there’s anything he loves more than your cunt, it’s drugs. But he doesn’t think he loves anything more than those milky teats of yours. It’s more addictive than any drug he’s ever taken. But still, he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. A good supply of drugs and a sea of pussy for him to sail through. Touya is right. He’s thought about it. This is a fucking amazing idea.

“Hey, ugly!”

The use of your lifelong nickname has you trembling as you hear him yell up the stairs. You aren’t sure whether to run or hide. Two sets of heavy footsteps get louder and louder as they ascend the staircase and get closer to your room. Your daddy will be so mad, but you can’t find it in you to care as you run down the hallway and stand outside of his office. You beat your fists against the door, desperate for him to save you. He’s taking too long, too fucking long. And before you know it, they’re here. Touya looks so hot. You can smell his cologne from where you’re standing. He’s so dreamy and you hate it. A carnal look in his eye that tells you how bad he wants you and will have you. And that is regardless of whether you admit you feel the same. You do.

Just as your brother edges closer to grab your wrist, the office door to your daddy’s study swings open. He looks down at you furiously, softening only slightly when he sees those watery, doe eyes he adores so much.

“Daddy! Daddy, I—”

“I’ve just had to put a very important client on hold, you know. What was all the banging for?” he asks you, looking between you and Tomura. He doesn’t pay any mind to how roughly your brother is holding your wrist, too irritated with his business meeting being disturbed.

“He’s being- being mean! He’s tryna make me go, I don’t wanna go!” you sniffle and sputter as you try and speak coherently and convey your point clearly.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?”

“He’s mean! And he has m-mean friends! Calls me ugly and I don’t wanna—!”

“Touya and I made a new friend who really wants to meet her. You always say we should spend more time together, I don’t know why she’s being so difficult when I’m finally making the effort, father.” Tomura lies, smarmily. You could slap him for being so cocksure and God damn false. He’s a great actor, you’ll give him that. As much as your daddy loves you, his son, his heir, will always take priority.

“Go with your brother. It’s good for you both to spend some time together. Don’t be difficult for him,” he agrees. He’s won. Tomura has won. Your father fishes around in his inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. Finally, he pulls out his wallet, shoving a fat wad of cash in Tomura’s direction. “Here. She usually settles when you buy her something pretty. Behave, the pair of you. Have a good time.”

“But—”

The door shuts lightly in your face. You turn to see Tomura smiling evilly down at you. Touya is doing the same, but from a distance. Soon enough, you’re sandwiched between them as they drag you out of the hallway and down the stairs. It’s getting too much, being their little cum pet whenever they please. Doing whatever they want whenever they want. It’s taking a toll on your body and your mind. But what good will telling them do? They just don’t care.

“Tomura-nii? Where are we goin’?”

“Gonna meet Touya’s new friend.”

You found yourself in the same motel where Tomura demanded that you take his virginity. Tomura paces back and forth in front of the teeny, boxy television. He has never been patient. He’s eagerly awaiting the arrival of Touya’s new friend. You and Touya are sitting on the springy mattress together. His back is against the headboard, and he instructed that you sit on his lap. Tomura tried to object to it, of course, but Touya rarely listens to his blue-haired friend. Each time your nii-san tried to pull you away, Touya didn’t hesitate to kick him as a warning to keep his distance. Touya’s fingers tickled playfully on the bare flesh of your upper arm. He held his phone to his ear with his opposite hand, trying to get through to his new friend.

“Where the fuck is he? I’m gettin’ antsy.”

“Quit bitchin’. I told him the room number, he’ll be here.”

Touya tosses his phone aside, deciding he has no chance of getting an answer from whoever you’re all waiting for. His hands begin to explore your body, carefully, with purpose. The hand that he’d been using to tickle your arm is now firmly holding the back of your head in place. He sticks his tongue out and tilts his head, wanting to use the wet pink muscle to explore the inside of your mouth. The fingers on his free hand softly graze down from your neck, to your collarbone, to your pebbled nipples. You wish you’d been wearing a bra before they decided to drag you here. You moan into his mouth as the pads of his fingers swipe over your raised nipples.

“Oh? Like that, babe? So sensitive…” he teases, smiling against your lips as he talks.

“Stop touching her or I’ll kill you.”

“Bite me, incel.” he hisses as he breaks away from you to talk to your brother. “In fact, eat shit. She loves it when I touch her. Don’t you baby? Tell your nii-san you like it when I touch your naughty parts.”

“I—”

“Even think it and I’ll rip your disgusting tail off your ass.” Tomura warns.

Touya cackles raucously as he rolls you onto your back. He seems unable to hold back anymore, grinding his jean clad crotch into your panty covered mound. He lords above you so that he can watch your face change with each rut of his hips. Soon, he buries his head into your neck and begins to suck. You can’t help but look over to your nii-san, furious red rubies glowering at you with utter hatred. You can barely focus on Touya as all of your concentration goes to Tomura silently vowing to make you pay for this.

You jolt, at the sound of knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” Shigaraki rasps.

Touya can’t pull himself away from you to greet his friend. It’s fine, he thinks, he’ll be able to see you for what you are. A whore. Stupid cow whore. He enters, the pearliest white smile you’ve ever seen. A look of confidence and pride dripping from his head to his toes. His appearance falters a little when he sees what is happening in the room with clarity. What the fuck has he just walked into?

“What’s your name?” Tomura demands to know, and you’re glad, because your interest is piqued too.

“Keigo, Takami. What’s, uh, fuck. Touya?” he stutters as he waits for the raven-haired man humping you to welcome him into the room. He rolls off you, letting him get a good eyeful of you. He smiles, looking at each and every cow part he can possibly see on your body. And you even wear a little bell! Could you be any more adorable?

“Show her, Keigo.”

The blonde hands Tomura a carrier bag filled with cans of beer and baggies of weed and rollies. He unzips his jacket, tossing it aside quickly. He makes quick work of his black t-shirt too, instantly pulling it over his head and revealing his sculpted body. You gasp, taken aback as a huge wingspan of red darts out from his sides, revealing what he really is. Plumes of crimson fall from him, decorating the motel room floor.

“O-Oh. You’re like… you’re like m-me?” you question, almost afraid to speak without being told to. He nods, getting closer to you. He drops down and rests on the balls of his feet as he stares into your eyes and carefully brushes your hair out of your face.

“Just like you, angel.” he smiles. “I wanna try the pretty cow pussy I’ve been hearin’ so much about.”

Touya was captivated as he watched Keigo soar through the skies on his way home from a drug pick up one evening. He landed, confidently, flirting with some girls who had obviously been waiting for him and admiring his flight pattern. They were fawning over him like he was from a boyband. Once he waved the girls goodbye, his eyes found Touya’s. His demeanour had changed when he was alone. It was fleeting, but Touya picked up on it immediately. He tried to walk away, hiding himself from Touya, but the black-haired menace had other plans.

“Hey.” he called to him. And he was actually a little surprised that he turned to face him. He held his joint up to Keigo. Fuck it, Keigo thought. He sat on a nearby bench, holding his fingers up to Touya ready to accept it from him. He took a puff, coughing and choking and pulling an utterly disgusted face at what he’d just inhaled.

“This is shit.” he told him.

“Oh. I suppose a pretty boy like you can get better?”

“I can, actually.” Keigo sniped back.

Touya sat beside him, taking the joint back to smoke himself. He leaned backwards into the bench, looking up to the sky above. Keigo’s body language was a little different. It was obvious his guard was up. He was judging a book by it’s cover as he thought about what predicament he’d gotten himself into with Touya. Cheap weed probably wasn’t helping his case. But he took one look at his tattoos and his scars, and considered him a scummy, poor delinquent. He would never have guessed he too, was a member of high society.

“My father is Enji Todoroki.” Touya announced as he smoked. Keigo’s eyes bulged as he rotated his body to face Touya, mouth ajar in surprise.

“You’re shittin’ me?”

“Don’t wanna talk about him. Just told you so you stop bein’ scared of me.” he informed him. Keigo nodded, accepting his words. “I wanna know about you.”

“What about me, hah?”

Touya laughed, shaking his head as he passed the joint back to Keigo. As much as he couldn’t stand how shit the quality was, it was the first time he’d felt he was in tolerable company in a long fucking time.

“Don’t see many of your kind in the city, s’all. Hybrids, I mean.”

“So?” Keigo answered, defensively. Touya raised a casual eyebrow at him, hoping to incentivise him to continue. He huffed, smoking some more and spreading his legs wider as he got comfier on the bench. “Never met another hybrid. My own parents aren’t even… Whatever. Gets a little lonely, though. But I’ve never gotten any shit for it.”

“I know one.”

“Yeah?”

“Take it you like girls? After that little show you put on for ‘em. You fuck a lot?” Touya asked. Keigo nodded.

“More than most, probably. Feels less lonely to be balls deep in pussy.” he joked, Touya nodded in agreement. He knows that feeling all too well. Who would have thought he’d have so much in common with a hybrid?

“My, uh, friend. He’s adopted. He’s got an adopted little sister, too. She’s a cow hybrid.” Touya explained. Keigo raised his eyebrow in question as he passed the blunt back to Touya. He nodded as he inhaled. “He hates her, for some reason. But he fucks her. Real sick fuck.”

“Christ. That’s a little—”

“He shares her though.” Touya interrupted. “Chicks are holes, ‘n she’s no different. But him sharing his own sister is… fucked. But, uh, hah, it won’t stop me from givin’ her one.” Touya laughed at his admission. Maybe he is a sick fuck, too.

“So, you’ve fucked her?”

“Nah. I will, though. He thinks she’s a freak but… the hybrid thing it really… you know. Gets me goin’. More than regular pussy, makes me hard as a rock when I see her little tail swish and her ears flicker.”

“Why are you telling me?” Keigo wondered. Shaking Touya out of his fantasies of fucking you and keeping you all to himself.

“Oh, shit.” he giggled, puffing once more on his blunt. “Feel sorry for you, I guess. But I can… I’ll introduce you. If you wanna meet another hybrid. She’s nice… sweet.”

“I don’t know… It’s kinda…”

“Trust me,” he puffed, “You won’t believe the cool shit she does with her tits.”

The three men knew what was about to happen, but Tomura had zero intention of sharing you with new meat. The second the notion of him trying out your pussy left his mouth, Tomura got defensive. He made it very clear that Keigo wasn’t to touch you. He’d have to earn that right.

Tomura didn’t mind letting Touya touch you so that you’d get in the mood quicker. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t deny that Touya had a million times more experience than he could ever hope to. Of course he’d be able to get you ready for them better. He pulled your panties down from under your skirt before pulling your back against his chest. You straddled him, your pussy lips hugging his fat veiny cock as he encouraged you to hump him. You looked so pathetic and desperate as his fat tip nudged your clit again and again. You angled your head backwards so that you could kiss him, sensually, too.

Your nii-san didn’t like it. Not one bit. But despite that, he couldn’t help but palm himself through his jeans. Keigo glanced over to him, cringing at how perfectly Touya had described him the prior evening. Real sick fuck.

“Move!” Tomura demanded. And for once, Touya obliged. He began chatting with Keigo as he opened a can of beer for himself. He watched Keigo do his best to roll a joint for all of you to share. The pair of them laughed as he tried and failed to do it. It was annoying Tomura, putting him off his rhythm. You did your best to keep your complaints to yourself as he roughly fucked into you and squeezed your nipples.

“O-Ow! Tomura-nii! Too rough!” you tell him. “Ah—!”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Take what your nii-san gives you and be grateful.” he insists. His frustration grows and grows as he gets closer to his high, knowing you haven’t came yet and you won’t be able to leak milk until you do. He squeezes and squeezes to no avail, blood vessels stabbing across the whites of his eyes as he becomes more enraged. “You’re a stupid, ugly little cunt. What’s wrong with your tits?”

“Fuckin’ incel,” Touya huffs. He keeps the joint latched between his lips as he gets closer to you. He tilts his head at Keigo in your direction. He kicks Tomura harshly enough that he rolls dramatically off the bed. Keigo holds you bridal style in his arms as he waits for Touya to deal with your nii-san. He looks down at you like you’re the first woman he’s ever seen. You’re so pretty and so adorable. Touya was right. You’re sweet.

“What the fuck are you doing, Touya? And you, get the fuck off her!” Tomura yells. Touya kicks him in the chest, forcing him further into the ground.

“You’ll get your milk, freak. We’re gonna show you how it’s done because you’re a fucking useless virgin. Don’t try and fight about it, either. Keigo is a meat-headed jock and you know I’ll kick your ass in a fight any day of the week.” Touya tells him. Tomura huffs his hair out of his face as he helps himself up. He leans against the dressing table, teasing himself, he’s smart enough to know he’s met his match. “That’s it, tug yourself off while we fuck your sister. A day in the life of Tomura Shigaraki.” Touya torments. Keigo snickers before settling you down on the bed. Touya moves you so that you’re on all fours.

“Finally getting what you want,” Keigo reminds him. Touya nods.

“Fuck her throat while I ruin her pretty pussy,” he leans down so that his mouth is level with your flickering ears, “’m gonna breed you nice ‘n full baby. Been dyin’ to cream this cute little cow cunt.” he tells you. He holds the globes of your ass as he spreads them apart. The sticky sound of your pussy parting rushes straight to his shaft. “Mmmpf, pretty baby. So cute ‘n tight.”

Keigo taps the tip of his member against your lips, leaving you no choice but to open wide for him. He grunts showing no restraint as shoves himself down your throat as far as he can. He grinds himself slowly inside of you, admiring how your eyelashes flutter and do all they can to bat away the tears welling on your water line. So gorgeous. Where’ve you been all of his life?

Touya sinks into your pink cunt inch by agonising inch. Keigo snickers as he watches Touya’s eyes roll over white. He laughs, too, because he knows how fucking pussy whipped he must look right about now. He’s been waiting so damn long. As if you couldn’t feel any more humiliated, with each snap of Touya’s hips against yours, the bell around your neck began to ring.

“Oh-ho-ho fuuuuuck! You’re kidding me…” Keigo laughs as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “The bell! Oh my God. That is fucking adorable, sweetheart.” you yelp, accidentally biting into his cock as Touya yanks your tail for leverage. “Hey, hey. Watch it baby, ‘m sensitive y’know?”

Touya slaps your ass hard enough that you know there will be an ugly red handprint blooming as you think. Your tears spill over, and he tugs harder on your tail.

“Be a good little cocksucker, no bitin’ it.”

“She’s bein’ so good for me. Such a hot little mouth, takin’ me so well…” Keigo praises you. The conflict in speech from the two has your head spinning. Keigo being so kind to you is somewhat reminiscent of Jin. But you’re not stupid enough to think you’ll be any less emotionally traumatised from this encounter as opposed to the rest. Keigo pulls his cock out of your mouth so that he can kiss you. He bends over, jerking himself off as your lips lock heatedly. It’s wet, disgusting. So much tongue and you’re drunk from it. As much as you’d like to say you hate it, you can’t. Touya could expose the lie in an instant, because he can feel your walls clamping and slick gushing from you.

“Baby, baby, pretty baby.” Touya starts. You turn back and stand on your knees so that you can do your best to face him. Keigo takes the opportunity to worship your body. Kissing down your neck and suckling on your breasts. His fingers rub circles into your clit while Touya carries on pounding into your g-spot. “Y’know how your nii-san isn’t your real nii-san?” he asks.

“Touya.” Tomura speaks. Your eyes snap to him, fearful for what is to come next.

“Shut it.” he snips at his friend, “How about you call me nii-san, hm? Gon on, baby. Call me Touya-nii.”

“Dude…” Keigo sighs, pulling away to look at him. But it goes ignored by Touya, who is layering kiss after kiss into your exposed shoulder.

“Try it. One little Touya-nii, go on.”

“T-Touya… T-Touya… nii…” you struggle for breath. A combination of the overwhelming pleasure as well as the reluctance to do as your told interweaves with your speech.

“Fuuuuuck. Tha’s a good girl, fuck. Again. Tell Touya-nii how much you love his cock.”

“S-So good. Love Touya-nii fucking me, l-like this. ‘m so close. Love Touya-nii’s big- big cock!” you moan, overstimulated from the two men pleasuring you at once.

“Yeah? Good fuckin’ girl. Keep goin’. Wanna cream on nii-san’s cock, don’tcha?”

“Y-Yes! ‘m gonna- gonna cum soon. Touya-nii ‘m gonna cum! Can I?”

“Suck Keigo off again,” he demands, shoving you back onto your hands so that Keigo can insert himself between your sticky, swollen lips once again. “You’re so disgusting. Wanting to get fucked by your own brother, huh? Sick little bitch.” he torments. You hum around Keigo’s cock, earning a hearty grunt from the blonde. From the sounds of things, he isn’t gonna last long, either.

“Her mouth is fucking insane.” Keigo explains, wiping away the sweat from his hairline with the back of his hand. “Next time I’ll breed your little pussy, angel. Gonna make some lil’ flyin’ cow babies with ya.” he laughs, almost as if he’s joking. But unfortunately for you, he is more serious than he can admit right now. Touya slaps your ass, grinning at your real nii-san. He is positively seething and it’s all because he knows there isn’t a single God damn thing he can do.

“Ah baby, baby. It’s okay though, promise. Touya-nii is gonna take real good care of his nasty little sister.”

“mm hmmumm!” you murmur around Keigo’s cock. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat. You can barely breathe as he holds your head down against his abdomen with the full length of his cock rammed down your throat.

“Go on, cum. Cum for nii-san.”

You’d be screaming if you weren’t harbouring Keigo’s shaft in your windpipe. You clenched and clung embarrassingly to Touya’s cock. And he couldn’t help shooting his sticky seed into your gummy walls. He fucked you until he had nothing left. Until he was completely soft and drained from pleasuring your greedy cow cunt.

“Surprised you managed to edge yourself this long, Shig.” Touya grins, earning a scowl from your nii-san. “She’s all yours.” he informs him, flopping backwards onto the bed and sharing the rest of his joint with Keigo as they wait for the ‘grand’ finale.

They burst into hysterics as Tomura rushes over to you, eager to follow Keigo’s lead and coat your throat with his sperm. But true to his insulting nickname from Touya, he can’t last a second longer. Spurting his searing cum all over your innocent face. Poor thing.

“Fuck!” Tomura yells, forcing you to stand on your knees with an iron tight grip of your throat. He begins tweaking and twisting your nipples brutally as he awaits the sweet release he’s been craving the entire time. “Touya, make her do it. Fucking make her do it!” he yells.

“Useless.” he replies. He pulls you back against himself again. He’s on his knees, too, but you’re standing a little taller than him. Your ass sitting comfortably on his cock as he tenderly massages your breasts. “Close, baby?”

“Mhmmn!” you tell him, “Oh, ah—!” you moan. He pulls your arm behind his neck so that your hand settles nicely on his shoulder, he can access your nipple perfectly from this angle. As much as he hates to admit he has something so freakish in common with Tomura, he can’t deny that he simply cannot get enough of your milky release. Tomura climbs onto the bed to join you, but Keigo kicks him away in a similar fashion to Touya so he can try first.

He stands, waiting, patiently. They suckle and slurp on your tender tits, making you moan and writhe petulantly. You just can’t take it anymore.

“Did so good for us, didn’t she Kei?” Touya asks his friend. The blonde kisses you again, so messily you think you might be able to get drunk from his lips alone.

“So perfect baby, ‘n your tits are so tasty.” he compliments you.

Tomura shoves Keigo away, finally it’s his turn. He sucks on your tits; only to be greeted to a horrifying discovery. You’re dry. Those selfish fuckers milked you dry!

“There’s none left, Touya, make her do it again!” he commands. But Touya shakes his head.

“Nah. We’ve had our fun, do it yourself.” he laughs, passing the blunt to Keigo.

“FUCK!” Tomura yells, pulling you by your wrist into the bathroom. He tells you furiously to wipe his cum from your face and get your fucking clothes on. You do, everything he says, as quick as you can. The two boys on the bed wave goodbye to you sweetly, and you’re a fool for waving back just as nicely. Are you trying to make your nii-san even angrier with you?

He drags you out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t say a word as his fingers bruise into your wrist. Not a single sentence uttered as he drags you through the lobby and out to his car. He can’t even stand to look at you, honestly. But you can’t stop staring at him. Urging him, willing him to say something. Anything.

“You are a filthy whore. I fucking hate you.”

“B-But, Tomu—”

“’m gonna tell dad.”

“No! No, please don’t do that!” you beg, panicking at the thought of infuriating your daddy or making him think you’ve betrayed him.

“You are my ugly cow cunt to fuck with. No one else’s. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, but, Tomura-nii… you are the one—”

“You need to stop being such an easy slut. If I say someone can’t touch you, they don’t touch you. Don’t fucking defy me.”

It’s completely lost on him that he is the one who let things get to this point. In hindsight, you were happier letting him hate you and call you names. Things have only gotten worse between you since he showed a special interest in you. And he is the one who keeps deciding to share you with his friends! He was too much of a chicken to stand up to Touya and Keigo. So now, he expects you to do it. As if he isn’t the one who put you in this situation in the first place. But, what can you do? He’ll never listen to you. He’ll never respect you. He’ll never like you. All you can do now, is take it.

“I… won’t let it happen again, nii-san.”

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Anger Issues

Summary: You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, so 18+ (minors DNI), hate fucking, choking, name calling, Lance Tucker being Lance Tucker but my interpretation of him

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey, wee lambs! I missed you guys. I hope you like this one. I was supposed to be working on pt. 2 of Games and Lectures but I ended up writing for this guy instead. Oops, teehee. Like 99.99999% of my fics, this started as a filthy, naughty thot that I sent to @slothspaghettiwrites many moons ago. Leave a comment or send an ask if you have any suggestions, ideas, constructive criticism, or just want to chat :) Kisses —K

P.S. this is for you @tumblin-theworldaway

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“FUCK YOU, LANCE!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat a bit sore from the near half hour of arguing. You’d just about had it, and so had he. All the yelling and shouting and name-calling that was so common between you and Lance always ended with both of you red faced and fuming.

Today was no different. The gym was empty, everyone had cleared out once they heard your voices shouting from the office. You can’t even remember what you were fighting about anymore, you just knew that Lance Tucker was the bane of your existence and that you did not plan on losing this argument anytime soon.

“You’d have to get in line, Sweetheart,” he said with his signature smirk.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “oh, I’m pretty sure it’d be short line,” your tone spiteful and harsh.

He laughed dryly, scratching his cheek while looking you up and down, a new wave of anger rising in his icy blue irises. It wasn’t until then that you noticed just how close he was standing. Your head tilting back to look up into his fiery eyes with your own anger. His chest was heaving up and down as he cornered you against the desk, labored breaths matching your own.

“You can be such a fucking bitch, you know that?” His voice strained as he whispered. You fought the urge to glance at his plush lips but failed horribly.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered when your eyes met his again, eyes blown wide in lust.

A growl rumbled in his chest as he smashed his lips against your own. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another way of fighting. You feel one of his large hands grip the back of your neck, the firm hold pulls a subtle whimper from the back of your throat. Lance doesn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his lips the second you respond to him. Every fiber in your being telling you to let him take over, but your mind screams at you to fight back.

Your hands move up his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the firm muscled under his warm up jacket, then sliding one through his hair. A deep groan leaves him when you suddenly drag your nails across his scalp, tugging harshly at his hair, making his head tilt back.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, you bitch,” he growled at your smug face before ducking his head into your neck to bite your tender flesh harshly.

“Fuck!” you yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue quickly soothing over the stinging flesh. The action causing you to roll your hips against his, the thick, hard bulge at the front of his thin warm up pants rubbing deliciously against your soaked core. More moans fall from your lips as he begins to grind into you, each noise you make going straight to his cock. He sucks bruise after bruise into the sensitive column of your throat, biting and nipping at the special spot that had you shivering against him.

Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving you confused. Lance swipes everything from the desk in one quick motion, and hauls you up to lay back on the now bare desk.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunts.

You scowl at his words, wanting to tell him you’d rather die but the heat and throbbing between your legs tell a different story. A strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him, “Hm?”

His firm body pressing into yours, pinning your form against the hardwood of the desk. You tear his hand away and grip the collar if his shirt, pulling his face into yours.

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Tucker,” you seethe through clenched teeth.

He makes quick getting rid of your leggings, neither of you bothering to care about the mess around you. All the fights and shouting matches coming to mind; the throbbing in between your legs when he’d lick his dry lips after screaming at you, the wet patch on your panties when he’d grip your arm when things got especially tense. Your hand falls to the front of his pants, gripping the outline of his hard on harshly.

“A-aah, fuck,” he ruts into your hand, tossing your pants haphazardly behind him. He reattaches his lips to yours roughly, seemingly trying to suck all the air from your lungs. Your hand sneaks under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his bare cock, making Lance shiver and fuck into your hand.

“Aww, you’ve been trying to hide this pretty cock from me, haven’t you, Lance?” you whisper into his open mouth, taunting him in the same tone of voice he used on you, your eyes trained on his dick.

It was flushed with need, the nearly red tip weeping pearly drops of pre-cum into your palm, thick and the perfect length; absolutely gorgeous. Your hand stroked his length in quick tugs, his eyes falling shut, head tilting back ever so slightly. You took this opportunity to mouth at his neck, giving him a matching love bite over his pulse point.

“If you hadn’t been such a god damn pain in my ass, sweetheart, I would have let you see it sooner,” he spit harshly, one of his hands pushing into your panties. “Oh, and what do we have here?”

He sat up, his free hand wrapping around your neck, holding you in place as he stands over you. His rough fingers brush through your soaked folds, collecting as much slick as he can before pulling them out of your panties. He brings his drenched fingers to your face, showing you just how wet you are.

“This all for me, Princess? And here I thought you hated me,” he bragged before licking your juices off his fingers with a deep groan. “Ohh god, your pussy tastes so sweet,” his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, making you feel a little lightheaded in a very pleasant way, “need to get a better taste,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

Tearing your panties in half and prying your thighs open wide, Lance dives into your heat eagerly.

“Oh, fuck! Lance!” You cry out when he wastes no time wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. Grunting appreciatively at the way your hips grind against his mouth, he slides one finger into your slick channel.

“Such a tight little cunt,” he moans against you, his finger working in and out of you, a second one quickly joining to stretch you out. Your hands gripping his hair tightly, holding on for dear life as he devours your most delicate parts hungrily.

You feel your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your pussy gripping Lance’s fingers tighter and tighter. You try to warn him before you let go, but he seems to be one step ahead of you. He pulls back again, smirking at the near desperate whine that leaves your lips and the harsh glare you shoot at him. While you try to catch your breath, you watch as he quickly undoes his pants, your arousal dripping down his chin, “aww, how cute. You thought I was gonna let you cum on anything but my cock?”

He grips your thighs tightly, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He teases the tip of his cock at your swollen entrance, he smears more of his creamy pre cum up and down your pussy lips. Your hips instinctively start to chase his, rolling in a silent plead for him to fill you up. With a quick thrust, he bottoms out with a loud grunt, your own cries filling the air.

“Not a fucking chance,” he groans in between pants, giving you a brief moment to adjust to the pleasurable sting, “you’re not allowed to cum on anything but my cock, do you understand me?”

You absentmindedly nod, making him smile at your already fucked out state; your eyebrows furrowed, your bottom lip caught in your teeth, harshly biting in a pathetic attempt to silence your moans. Lance can swear you’d never looked more beautiful in your life than when you’re stretched out on his cock. His hands give your hips a quick squeeze before pulling out and snapping his hips into yours, knocking the air out of you. The pace he sets is filthy and harsh, everything you’d dreamed about.

Sinful grunts leave Lance with each aggressive snap of his hips, matching your high pitched moans, your hands find their place in his hair.

He smiles coldly down at you, one hand caressing your flushed cheek, “you’re such a good fucking slut, letting me fuck you like this— ah, fuck!” He cut himself off, your pussy fluttering at his words. “Gonna have to keep your tight little pussy for myself, oh god, yes! Work yourself on my cock, baby, go on” he groaned, his eyes glued to the sight between you both: your pussy glistening with arousal, swallowing his cock eagerly, your supple flesh trembling from the sheer force of his thrusts.

It was “fucking perfect,” he mumbled to himself.

Your own hand wrapping around his throat catches him off guard, a surprised moan leaving him in a choked as your hand curls around his neck. “What have I told you about watching that mouth, hm?” you sneer up at him, your hips rolling in angry, passionate motions; it was making Lance feel delirious.

“You wanna own my pussy, Lance?” You tease, watching as his face turn a soft red from your tight grip on his throat, the power struggle making you smirk. He moans and nods, his ears filled with the sound of his skin slapping into yours, your filthy words, and the desk groaning under the rough pace you’re both maintaining.

“Y-yeah,” he grunts out when you tighten your grip, further constricting his breathing.

“Then you gotta fucking earn it, baby,” you release his neck and move to pull his hair once more. He gulps down air, a new found determination burning in his belly at your oddly soft voice. If it was the last thing he was going to do, he was going to fucking earn it.

Leaning over you, Lance folds your knees to your chest, holding you open for him to pummel into you. His sudden movements had him slipping deeper into your heat, you couldn’t help but claw at his strong back with a scream.

“Ohhhh God!” Your back arched off the desk, exposing your neck to him unintentionally. You felt him mouthing at your jugular, making a trail of sloppy kisses to your ear where he nipped at your lobe.

“You want me to earn it, Sweetheart, I’ll fucking show you that I fucking own this sweet pussy,” his voice barely above a whisper held that malice again, his knees moving to rest on the desk, his pants around his ankles, giving him better leverage to plow into you. The new angle has his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that you never knew existed, your eyes crossing ever so slightly. That bubbly feeling in your lower gut returning, your pussy fluttering around his girth signaled your impending orgasm.

“Can feel y’tremblin’ ‘round me…. y’gonna cum?” he questions, his words slurring together as he pants hotly in the crook of your neck, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Yeah, y’are, can tell,” he snuck a hand in between your sweaty bodies to draw quick circles on your throbbing clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me y’hate me, baby,” he whispered hotly in your ear, “C’mon, tell me how much y’hate me, need t’hear it…” his tone bordered on begging and demanding.

“I-I… I hate you,” you cling to him as you moan in his ear.

“Louder,” he says in a growl, hips driving into yours harder and his fingers on your clit speeding up.

“I hate you!” You repeat and toss your head back, your toes curling and your hands fisting the fabric of his jacket.

“Scream it fo’me, Princess!” He loudly demands and slams a fist into the desk next to your head.

“I HATE YOU!” You scream at the top of your lungs, your earth-shattering orgasm finally washing over you intensely.

Legs trembling and locked around Lance’s waist, you whimper and shiver underneath him. Lance watches you intently as you fall apart for him; your eyes shut tightly, mouth hung agape in a silent, thin, breathy scream. His hips only stutter for a moment, fully entranced watching you, before he feels his control slipping.

Opening your eyes to find Lance staring down at you hungrily, his cheeks flushed, forehead damp with sweat, lips plump and bruised. You can see his eyes grow darker with the selfish need to cum that he’s been staving off the entire time.

A primal growl rumbles in his chest as he resumes his movements, moving with the sole purpose of cumming. You quiver as he begins to jack-rabbit, tucking his face into your neck again.

You take the chance to whisper in his ear, “y’gonna cum for me? C’mon, Lance, y’did so fucking good, fucked me so good,” the praise had his balls tightening, his eye shutting tightly.

You smirked to yourself, moaning and licking at his neck, you knew you were getting to his head this way.

“Who owns this pussy, Lance?” You whispered to him, making his thrusts stagger, his chest swelling with pride at your words.

“I do…” he grunted, “oh god, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

You could tell from his voice that he was right there, “who owns this pussy, baby?” you taunted again, moving your hips in time with his.

“I FUCKING DO!” He shouted as he came, his entire body going rigid, back arching dramatically to give you the best view of his face. His eyes crossed, hooded lids, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth— fuck he was beautiful like this.

You felt his length twitch as he shot his hot cum into you, filling you to the brim. He was sure he died and went to heaven, his vision going white, his ears ringing so loudly he couldn’t hear the throaty groan he let out. Finally coming down from what was the most intense high he’s ever had, he slumped against you, finally able to hear your voice cutting through the haze.

“Y’did so good, Lance,” you murmured quietly, almost embarrassed to be saying it, your hands shyly soothing the scratches on his scalp and at the base of his neck. He draws in a deep breath, the soft praise and touches making something tug at his heart.

He presses a kiss to the first bite that he left, the mark a deep purple now, and sits up. Climbing carefully off the table, you both start to dress.

“Damn it, Lance!” You scold when you find your torn panties, a pout on your lips.

“What? They were in my way,” he defends with a shrug and his classic smirk, tossing you a tissue to clean yourself. He plucks the shredded fabric from you and stuffs them in his jacket pocket. You scoff with a shake of your head, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips, and finish getting dressed. When you turn around, Lance had just finished putting everything back on the desk (it looked just as messy on the floor).

You wordlessly begin walking to your cars, you tried to hide the small limp you had but Lance was able to tell anyway. Just as you reached your car, he spun you around and pressed his lips against yours firmly. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you. He pulled pack with a smirk, slapping your ass and biting his lip, he whispered, “See you tomorrow, Princess.”

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