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starryylies · 3 months

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Hi !!! Idk if you've done this already but can you do my angel boy Gaz and Ghost with a girl who love scary movies ??? I feel like they'd totally have the mentality of "I gotta comfort her when she's scared" but Gaz specifically flinches and I think Si would like "brace" if that makes sense like wincing his eyes. I dunno if you've done something like that but your emo story reminded me of me and it made me so happy I'm a metalhead and I was gonna ask for more but it was already in there and that just mad emy day ilysm already okay bye -🫀

Simon n Gaz watching a horror movie with s/o

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Again so sorry (I’m sorry for saying sorry sm) but like Omg I love this cuz I love horror smmmm!!! Insidious,suspiria,Bwp, conjuring you name it I love them omgggg.

So thank you so much for the awesome ask and I hope you enjoy it 🩷🩷🩷

Also I used the movies sinister and lights out for the references :))

SIMON-

♰ he thought watching the movie sinister will be fun cuz he thought he could protect you from the jumpscares

♰ he needs to be protected from the damn movie tho (okay this movie is fucked up tho and it’s totally normal to be scared)

♰in the beginning he thought it will be some poorly made movie with shit ass jumpscares but boy was he wrong

♰ when the scene of the family hanging themselves comes on he was taken aback and he lets out an audible wince shutting his eyes

♰ he genuinely finds the movie scary and gory, cannot help but find himself wince and shut his eyes whenever he thinks there will be a jumpscare

♰ as the movie progressed and the other tapes were revealed he just couldn’t take it anymore, his limit broke off when the mowing scene came

♰ but you seemed to be enjoying the movie, anticipating what the next scene will reveal

♰ he shut the tv before he could see further, it was too much for him

♰ “fuckin hell love this movie is a fuckin nightmare” he groans

♰ “noo It’s a well made film :( plus I enjoy a good scare ya know”

♰ god how could you be so chill with it, he can’t tell if he should admire you or keep his distance

♰dw he admires you :)

♰ keeps on ranting about how he’d never do such a stupid fucking thing

♰ says Ellison was a stupid fuckin idiot for getting his family there and curses him for the rest of the day

♰ asks you your opinion on the movie and who you think is recording the tapes

♰ ends up going on the net to see how the movie ends cuz he can’t let it go

♰when he finds out the ending he has an ‘aha’ moment.

♰ tries watching the movie again but ends up stopping in the beginning itself cuz he can’t handle it.

♰ probably doesn’t want kids after this movie

GAZ-

♰ Awh this poor guy just wanted to watch a scary movie with you to hold you when you’re scared but it kinda ends up being the opposite

♰ you both decide on watching lights out (I wanted to pick hereditary or mother but too much cuz I’m writing this at 3am)

♰ see lights out is a Pretty chill film but Diana is creepy as hell and sadly gaz became a victim to Diana’s jumpscares

♰ when she killed the dad gaz visibly flinched like on the edge of the sofa hoping the dad would survive

♰ but boom the bitch killed him :/

♰ felt really bad for the brother (Martin)

♰sympathised with him a lot by saying he’s a good kid and that he’s really strong.

♰ surprised on how you’re not getting scared or anything

♰ thinks that you have watched this film before

♰ gaz got shit scared during the scene where Rebecca and her boyfriend came and Diana creeped around them

♰ the end made him tear up just a lil :(

♰ you ended up comforting him holding him close cuz he felt bad about their mom

♰ thinks it’s adorable how you give lil facts about the movie from time to time though.

♰ cursed Diana for the rest of the day,

♰ if you take any medications, don’t worry you’ll never miss them now cuz gaz will make sure you eat yours on time

♰ keeps the bathroom and living room lights on that night

♰ will search for movies like lights out

♰ will never watch them though

♰ is proud that he got closer to you tho

♰ will definitely hold you the entirety of the movie

♰ will never have a horror movie date again tho

♰ but will watch a horror movie with you if you ask him cuz how can he say no to you :))

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judysxnd · 1 year

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Leaving

Damn it was going so well like it was all romantic and it got f- sad 😭 still like it tho

Just imagine him holding you like that ☺️

You knew you wouldn’t see Pedro for the entire day, and even more than that. You couldn’t go to the met gala because you had a flight at 9am the next day as you were leaving to shoot a new movie. Last year you actually tried to do both and you (obviously) missed your flight and almost lost your role in the series. So this year you decided not to go to the Met gala.

As Pedro was getting prepared for the gala, you were getting ready to leave. You were sad that you couldn’t be with him, but you were sadder about leaving. It was going to be for at least 3 months, and you were struggling to leave Pedro. You thought you’d get used to it after all this time, but it was actually getting harder.

You hoped that he wouldn’t come home that late as you had to leave around 7am. But you knew how theses events ended. You would call him when you arrived you thought. But it’s not the same.

Pedro told you that he would come back the next morning before you had to leave so that he could see you, and also not disturb you in the middle of the night and all.

But he actually came back around 3am. Quietly entering the house, he made sure not to make any noise and not to turn on any lights, not even the flashlight of his phone. He actually just turned the light of his phone at his maximum. As he opened the door of the bedroom, trying not to wake you, he went directly to the bathroom to change. He was still in the rush of the event, still excited and not even tired at all. He questioned if he should sleep at all, he really did not want to miss you.

He pushed the door, almost closing it and turned on the lights. He quickly looked in the bedroom to see you quietly sleeping. He recognized the nightgown you were wearing, it was the one he bought you for your first valentine day. A smile appeared on his face, his heart was calming down.

He then started to remove his rings, taking off his tie and his jacket. He also wondered if he should take an entire shower or just wash his hair. It was late and all he wanted was to go to bed, to have you in his arms, enjoy the time he had left with you, even if you were sleeping. So he turned on the water at the sink and started put some on his hair. After twenty minutes of wetting and brushing his hair, he gave up.

“That would be enough for tonight” he whispered. He looked at his phone, 3:46am. He sighed. He won’t be sleeping for long. He knew that your car was arriving around 7am, so you would be up around 6am. Less than two hours of sleep, but whatever. He quickly washed his face too, then left the bathroom.

Tiptoeing to the bed, he put his phone on the nightstand. Slowly lifting the covers, he laid down on the bed. While he was in the bathroom you turned around, so you were not facing him anymore. He took the opportunity to slide his hand on your stomach as he pressed himself against you. His head was on the crook of your neck, smelling sweet vanilla on you. He gently kissed the inside of your neck, and closed his eyes, feeling at peace.

“hm-you came back” you whispered

“Was too scared to miss you” you felt his smile on your skin, which made you heart completely melt. You smiled too. You slowly turned around, his hand following your movement and now resting on your back. You put your left hand on his cheek, caressing it, also feeling his lips with your thumb.

“I love you” you said, so quietly that you doubted if you even said it out loud.

“I love you too” he answered. You kissed him passionately. He then kissed your forehead. Legs intertwined, you put you head against his chest and you fell back asleep.

As tired as he was getting, he did not fall asleep. Time was passing by quickly and he was just enjoying feeling you in his arms, a feeling that he won’t have for a long time. He didn’t want to let go of you. He thought that falling asleep would prevent him from enjoying this last moment.

Eventually your alarm rang at 6am, taking him back to reality. As he heard it, his heart broke. You were still in his arms, and he was still holding you tight. He let you move to turn the alarm off. As you turned back to him, the light of your phone let you see that Pedro did not sleep at all. He yawned.

“You didn’t sleep did you?” You said kissing his cheeks and neck.

“no” he said in a raspy voice. You sighed. “I can sleep later. But I won’t be able to see you later, so..” your heart broke at his sentence

“It doesn’t get easier does it”

“Yeah” he said, lifting your head the kissing you. You stayed in bed for at least ten more minutes before you had to get ready. Pedro was making you breakfast as you stepped in the kitchen. You were both eating quietly.

Your phone rang. You got a text. “The car is waiting for you”. Both of you read the text then looked at each other. A knot formed in your stomach. Oh how you hated this part. Temporary, or not, you hated the separation.

“It’s only 3 months” Pedro said

“Yeah and I’m sure I’ll have some time off in between”

“And I’ll find some to fly to you” you both smiled. You were trying to reassure yourselves.

Pedro helped you put your luggage in the car. You hugged for a few minutes. Still holding you, he put your hair behind your ear, looking at every part of your face. Your dark brown hair that he loved playing with, your brown/greenish eyes, where he was losing himself in, your cute little nose where he always started to kiss you during those tickling and playing sessions, those beautiful pink lips, that made him shiver when he felt them on his skin. He was going to miss you a lot.

“You text me when you arrive okay darlin’?” You nodded, trying to hold the tears forming in your eyes.

“I love you P”

“I love you even more” you kissed for a few seconds before he opened the door for you, blowing you kisses as you entered the car. He watched you leave, wishing it wasn’t real.

#fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n

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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?�� Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

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solar-wing · 9 months

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⚣ BatBro Incorrect Quotes: Spongebob 🧽

⚣🧽 A/N → Here we continue our saga with BatBro and his family of incorrectness. Enjoy! and be wary of flying ice cream trucks.

⚣🧽 Summary → BatBro discovers his father and siblings extracurricular activities. As you can imagine, chaos ensues.

⚣ ENJOY 🧽

*ranting to Alfred unaware about his family's alter-egos*

BatBro (Y/N): Dressing up in costumes to risk your lives all night, what a stupid idea! Who wants to get shot at at three in the morning?!

*randomly hears an alarm*

Tim: *from upstairs* Oh boy, 3am!

*BatBro meeting Batman's sidekicks*

BatBro: Who are you?

Dick: Why, I'm Robin. *Jason and Tim appear behind Dick smiling*

BatBro: *eye squint* What kind of fool do you take me for?

BatBro: He's Robin (points at Jason)?

BatBro: He's Robin (Points at Tim)?

BatBro: You're Robin (Points at Dick)?!

BatBro: I'M ROBIN! Are there any other Robins I should know about? *tapping foot*

Damian: *Dressed as Robin* Hello.

BatBro: I'm outta here.

*BatBro trying to convince Jason to not kill anymore*

BatBro: No Jason, I meant...good for your soul.

*halo, angelic singing, heavenly light*

Jason: Oh PUHlease, I have no soul.

*hellish background, evil cackling*

Jason: 😳

Bruce: It's so simple, only ten words! What I learned about fighting criminals is... BLANKITY (WE) BLANKITY (DON'T) BLANK (KILL)!

*BatBro training as a new vigilante after he confronted Bruce about Tim's timely alarm*

Bruce: Well, now that we got you warmed up, it's time for the arm cruncher...

BatBro: Arm cruncher...great.

*Sees Damian coming towards him*

BatBro: This man's trying to kill me...

Bruce: This is it... *looks to see he's suddenly holding a phone*

BatBro: Hey, that's great dad! Oh, I sure had fun, we'll have to do it again sometime, bye. *hangs up*

*Watches Jason lose another sparring session to Dick*

BatBro: Wa Wa Waaaaaaa...

Jason: WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?!

*pissed he wasn't included after discovering his family's alter-egos*

BatBro: Oh, you poor poor thing. By the way, you forgot your BRIEFCASE! *pulls out a bin of Bruce's bat weapons and tools*

*drops on floor*

Bruce: Oh...so this is the thanks I get for working overtime protecting you?

BatBro: *seething* OVERTIME!

*BatBro and Jason trying to crack open Bruce's lockbox*

BatBro: Nothing's working!

Jason: Wait, Y/N! We're not cavemen. We have technology.

*repeatedly smashes computer against lockbox*

BatBro: It didn't work.

*BatBro falling*

Tim: Y/N! Land on your bottom. It'll cushion the fall!

BatBro: *turns over* Like this?!

Jason: No! Your other bottom!

Tim: Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

Jason: Not until 4.

*BatBro done with Damian's shit*

BatBro: Uh huh. You know, that reminds me. There's been something I've been wanting to say to you since the day we met...goodbye. *turns and walks away*

*angry Damian tackles his brother to the floor*

BONUS:

☀️️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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deepflowerruins · 4 months

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when zoro is heavily injured

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WARNING - heavy spoilers ahead, bloodshed, crying, starving.

characters - straw hats, brook, rolling pirates (lola and her crew), bartholomew kuma, gecko moria.

short summary - scenario of the post thriller bark arc, reader is a part of the straw hats. brook still hasn't joined.

their fight was already over, the straw hats together with brook defeated gecko moria. but they didn't realise there were more of problems in front of them.

A big man dressed in white and black clothes holding a bible in his hands appeared before them. he looked absolutely terrifying.

"guys, don't freak out, but I forgot to tell you that, he is bartholomew kuma, he is yet another warlord and has come to annihilate us on orders of the government." nami said. everyone was already tired, the fight with gecko moria went on for 4 days. they had not eaten till then. facing yet another warlord was difficult for them. luffy had already passed out from the exhaustion by using gear 3.

"just leave it to me" arrived a voice from behind y/n. she recognised the voice, it was zoro's. he was ready to fight although he was himself not capable of it. "zoro, you're already-" y/n was cut off by zoro "I have to do it for luffy" he said.

"don't you dare zoro!" she screamed back. they were distracted by their talks, while kuma was prepared for his attack. he compressed a lot of air. if he let's it out, it could probably cause the whole thriller bark to fall over.

kuma let out his attack. wiping everything and everyone out. the intensity of his attack caused everyone to black out.

after a while, y/n got up, she ran around very places to find zoro. she finally found him. rocks shattered, blood spilt all over him. he was barely managing to stand up.

"z-zoro?" tears fell down her eyes. they traced down her cheeks and reached her cleavage as she holds zoro.

"h-how did this happen?" she asked while sobbing. but the brave swordsman replied "nothing happened"

"chopper!" y/n called out for the ship's doctor. everyone ran and came to the origin of the voice. zoro fainted in her arms as he couldn't hold himself anymore. chopper quickly gave him the first aid and ordered some rest.

everyone sat in the mansion. ready to enjoy their win, but y/n couldn't celebrate it anymore. she sat silently in the room next to where zoro was lying. without eating or drinking anything. how could she eat when her lover wouldn't?

she patted his head "get well soon, zoro" she said as once again tears rolled down her cheeks.

it had soon been the whole day, but zoro wasn't awake yet. robin came inside the room "y/n, you don't wanna eat?" she asked. "no, I am just fine, I am not hungry."

"do you realise that it's been 4 days since we did not eat anything? It will be almost 5 in a few minutes" robin spoke "it is because of zoro?"

"yeah, how can I eat when he didn't?" y/n replied. she was ready to give away her life for zoro and so would zoro do.

"just make sure you don't spoil your health, or else zoro won't be happy once he wakes up!" robin giggled and left the room.

it was almost 3am in the morning, when zoro opened his eyes "hey? zoro, you awake?" y/n asked happily. he sat up on his bed and gave a tight hug to her "yeah, now I am" "how are you feeling now? do you want me to call chopper so he can check up on you?" "no it's fine, I am okay now that I am with you!"

their fondness and happiness was unmatched. soon zoro noticed that y/n looked pale. "why are you looking so pale?" "ah, it's nothing, just some tiredness" "sure?" he asked for confirmation "yes love, sure"

the next morning, they were awake earlier than others. y/n went ahead to the backyard to sit with zoro who was training. soon sanji along with others, came running to check up on zoro

"my lady, any treat you would like? I will make it right away" sanji asked. "oh, whenever and whatever zoro's eating" she replied. "oh, yeah, I have been hungry, it's been days since I last ate" zoro said.

sanji went ahead to the ship's kitchen since the mansion's was already destroyed due to the fight. he quickly made some delicacies and presented it to them. "thank you for the food" y/n thanked.

as soon as they were finished, they all boarded the ship along with a new member. zoro went to the deck. "hey, usopp! why did y/n looked so pale earlier?" he asked his fellow crewmate.

"ah, we did many things to make her eat but she just wouldn't eat without you! she went hungry for 5 days insisting that how could she eat without you?" he replied. zoro was really upset.

although he knew her well, but he didn't expect her to go hungry since she is fond of eating. it really made him worried about her extent.

he dashed to the crow's nest where she sat, "y/n?! why did you not eat these past 5 days?" y/n was speechless. contemplating how he got to know. he quickly hugged her and said "do you know how upset I was after I heard that?" he said silently. holding her figure in his arms. "just how could I eat without you?"

"me not eating doesn't mean you shouldn't love, it's not about showing your extent to me or others to prove how much you love me, i understand you did it out of love, but you should take care of yourself because I'd be really upset if you don't. you know it well"

"and i still haven't forgiven you for that fight!" she giggled and gave him the tightest hug ever.

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lilsedge · 5 months

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Could you do a jey uso one? His OC and him are asleep. Like dead asleep, bht Op has a nightmares, and wakes up screaming causing a panic attack )if it doesn’t trigger you) Jey’s there to make sure she feels safe. Fluff please the smut happened before bed lol

Thank you!

Help You Sleep

Jey Uso x Fem! Reader

Warnings: a little smut, oral (f receiving), panic attack, trauma from the past, mentions of abuse, fic might be in jambles

Sorry for the wait hun hope you enjoy it!!

2:55 am. Another bad dream came to Y/N while in her sleep. At least once a month, it was always this time. They always recall their childhood or the abusive teen relationship.

Jey woke up to a scream. He sits up and notices his girl struggling to breathe. She rocked back and forth, clutching at her neck. It felt as if she was being suffocated, but that was not the reality. Y/N’s heart was pounding out of her chest.

“Hey baby, can you hear me?” Jey questions, not touching her.

“Y-yeah,” Y/N stutters.

“Can I hold you?” He asks.

Y/N doesn’t answer, she just nods. Jey starts to move towards her. Not wanting to startle her. He didn’t know what dream she had, but he knew it was one of the three that are frequent.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jey says, as his arms wrap around her.

“You’re safe now,” he whispers.

Y/N wasn’t grabbing at her neck anymore. She was tracing around one of Jey’s tattoos. Her breath remained unsettled, and Jey gently rocked her. Jey grabs a tissue from the nightstand and gently wipes her forehead from the sweat beads.

“You want to tell me which one it was?” Jey asks.

“It was the um one where h-he grabs me a-and,” Y/N stops as her breath quickens.

“It’s okay. I am familiar with the rest. You don’t have to tell me,” he tells her.

It was about 10 minutes now. Y/N took some deep breaths, remaining calm, while Jey got her some water. Her throat always hurt after those nightmares she had. Y/N checked the time it was 3:05am, she always hated this time and always chose not to fall asleep until 4am. 3am is when her ex would come home and after all the things he did, she had a reason to hate the time.

“Here you go, girl,” Jey says, walking into the room. Handing her the water bottle. Y/N takes a few big gulps of it before putting it down on the nightstand. Jey knows Y/N doesn’t like falling asleep at 3am because she was more alert and awake for her own safety.

“Hey, I think I have something to pass the time,” he says, “only if I can touch you.”

“I should be okay, you don’t have to ask,” Y/N replies.

“You sure?” Jey questions. He knows how she is with being touched after those nightmares and he just doesn’t want to scare her. Y/N looks at him and nods.

“Words, please baby girl,” he says, looking into her eyes.

“You can touch me however you want,” Y/N replies.

“So I can do this,” Jey says, pulling down her shorts painfully slowly. Y/N looks into his eyes and silently begs him to remove them faster. Jey doesn’t answer the beg. He gets to decide what to do. He’s the one in charge.

After her shorts were off, he started demanding her around, “Open them legs for me.”

Y/N listens to him, liking how he wants to pass the time. Jey makes his way down Y/N painfully slow for her liking. She whines, causing Jey to stop at her stomach. His warm breath was on her stomach.

“Down faster please Jey,” Y/N whines.

“Girl, shhh, I’m in charge. I get to go how fast I want,” Jey says, tapping her stomach. Y/N lets out a whimper as he takes even more time. Once he’s down on her clit, he blows his breath on it, causing Y/N to squirm. Jey chuckles, knowing she won’t be able to handle this for much longer before she starts whining.

Right as he thought, Y/N starts whining. Jey lets put a low chuckle and licks a strip right up the centre of her clit. Y/N lets out a moan as Jey continues his actions.

Y/N moaned uncontrollably while Jey was not even close to being finished. His arms wrapped around her thighs, so his hand moved its way to her clit. With the way he’s rubbing her and enjoying her, she was so close. Jey knew that because of the way her legs shook just a tiny bit.

“You close there, baby girl?” Jey questions.

“Omg, yes,” she says, dragging out the s.

“Want me to keep going then?” He questions.

“Please,” she begs.

Jey listens to her pleas and continues his actions. Y/N’s breath was heavy and staggering. Her hips started to move up like she was trying to get away. He uses his free arm to keep her hips down.

“God right there,” Y/N moans.

“Let go baby,” Jey says.

Y/N listens to Jey as her legs start to shake a bit more than they were before. She lets out a loud moan as Jey cleans her up. He gets up and leaves for the bathroom, as she is still breathing heavily. He comes back with a towel to wipe the girl fully down. Once he’s finished with that, he throws the towel somewhere in the room.

“You okay to fall asleep now?” Jey asks, crawling back into bed.

“Yeah,” Y/N replies. She cuddles into Jey.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #jey uso x reader #jey uso smut #jey uso x you #jey uso

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asmotheavatarofhorny · 1 year

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Lucifer’s Little Lamb 💙

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⚠️Warnings:

— self deprecation

— panic attacks

— implied romantic but can be read as platonic

— GN!MC you/yours

— fluffy comfort with no plot

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A/N: im writing this at 3am when im sad so if this is bad pls excuse me;; anw i have to get up in the morning so enjoy, and goodbye

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You had been in the Devildom for a few months now, and everything was going well. That is… you’d like to think it was.

You really wished everything was fine, but it was a new environment with new people- er.. demons. And you were scared out of your mind. It didn’t help that people tried to kill you left and right down here either… that and the fact that you had anxiety. BUT it was fine. Usually. You opted to just hide away in your room most of the time. To avoid lashing out at anyone, that is. Or.. having an episode.

But you had to go to school, unfortunately. And today was not a good day.

You weren’t sure what exactly set you off, but it wasn’t a good day regardless. You felt incredibly out of place and jumpy all day long, almost like you were in another person’s body… if that makes any sense.

By the time school ended you wanted to collapse and start crying, but you knew you couldn’t. You knew you had to get somewhere secluded fast, but you were so overwhelmed that you just ran out of the building. Your instincts led you most of the way as your overwhelmed brain distorted your sense of direction.

Your legs ached with every harsh step you took as you ran, your head a blur like some little kid just shook you up like you were a snow globe.

You came across a lake out behind what you would later recognize as the Demon Lord’s Castle. You collapsed suddenly, your legs throbbing and the adrenaline that currently held your brain at gunpoint not going to stop anytime soon.

You curled in on yourself, breathing in the cold Devildom air as you waited for the attack to fade. You felt warm tears pool on your cheeks and stain your eyes a shameful shade of red, displaying to the rest of the world how much of a disgrace you were. How stupid and sensitive you could be.

You were only human, how could you survive in hell? You weren’t strong. You’re just a stupid little human with no sense of self preservation. The tears fell faster at that thought, the sensation of water rolling down your flushed cheeks was almost too much to bear as you grit your teeth and breathed as hard as you could to get a grip on your emotions, inadvertently causing you to start hyperventilating and thus making everything worse.

You watched the water in the lake ripple as you dug your nails painfully into your palms, the soft skin becoming marred and bruised. The lake seemed to cry with you, and maybe it did as the water glowed with a soft pink from the large moon in the sky.

You could felt the wind hard on your back, as you succumbed to your tiredness and laid on your side, your knees to your chest. The cold dirt below you was a harsh reminder that this was real. It was grounding, and yet oh so impossible to bear.

You felt yourself shaking violently and had to bite your inner lip to stop from whining. Your eyes burned from the never ending flood of tears, and your throat was seemingly on fire. You could hardly breathe out of your nose anymore so you resorted to letting hiccup-ey gasps out through your sore throat.

The lake distorted some more. It rippled and shook along with you, it’s black and almost pink hue a reflection of your sorrow. And also a reflection of… wait. Is that a person-!?

The reflection of a tall man loomed over you, and you knew exactly who it belonged to. The eldest brother, Lucifer.

You held yourself tighter, hoping he would go away if you just ignored him. To have the Avatar of Pride see you like this… you felt pathetic. Why did you have to be like this?

You heard him cautiously step around you before he sat effortlessly next to your crumpled body, looking out towards the lake. He didn’t say anything for a while. It almost seemed like you were sitting there for an eternity before he started to talk,

“Belphie used to come out here when he was younger,” he started, his voice calm and slow as he spoke. “When we first fell, I think it was the hardest on him,” he paused, considering, “I would come out here in the pouring rain looking for him, only to see he had fallen asleep right where you’re sitting now,” Lucifer said with a breathy chuckle, the sadness evident in his voice from the memory. He didn’t look at you, and you didn’t look at him. You just looked at the lake, sharing this moment of solitude.

After a few moments of quiet, you looked up at the demon, his black-silver locks curling perfectly around his beautiful face. They really didn’t call him the Avatar of Pride for nothing. “Why are you telling me this…?” You asked, you could hear your voice cracking pathetically throughout. You didn’t have the strength to even talk properly.

“I thought it might help,” he stated, “My younger brothers always liked me to tell them stories in times like these.”

You looked up at him in awe, then. You could feel your eyes glazing over with a fresh set of tears at that; he wanted to help me…?

“Can you… t-tell me another one?” You squeaked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could see him smile slightly as he closed his eyes, his perfect lashes complimenting his pale complexion perfectly. His soft voice echoed through the expanse of space for what seemed like hours, telling tales of himself and his brothers.

He had never shown anyone this side of himself before, at least no one outside of his immediate family. So he wasn’t sure what exactly came over him that night, but he remembered that it ended in him picking up your exhausted body and holding you close, as soft snores fell from your mouth. He took you back to the HoL, being sure to give many a death glare to anyone who so much as glanced in your direction.

When he arrived at your room, he laid you down gingerly on your bed and covered you up in a soft blanket. He almost felt his heart melt when you snuggled into it and smiled slightly. He was happy he was able to make you even a bit more comfortable in the Devildom. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling back.

He had never expected to become to attached to a human, much less one such as yourself.

Rest assured, MC. You will never have to go through any hardship alone again. Not now that you’ve weaseled your way into his heart, and obtained the title that came with it. Now, you were;;

Lucifer’s Little Lamb.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #panic attack #comfort #obey me comfort #obey me angst #lucifer x reader #hurt/comfort #AsmoTheAvatarofHornyTM

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angrelysimpping · 7 months

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I didn't expect you to actually enjoy kitty!pc so here's more of my ideas!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Avery who gets calls weekly from multiple breeders looking to pair up their unworthy(in his eyes) catboys/girls. He hardly even answers them anymore, no one is good enough to be put with his pretty kitty<3

Kitty!pc who sits on the ground by the armchair Avery rests in when he comes home. Not moving or anything, just staring up at him with that little smile. Tail twitching and slow blinking constantly all the while, they stay there for about thirty minutes before Avery pats his lap and they come running.

Avery who only makes sure to bathe them in the most lavish expensive pet shampoo money can buy, and kitty!pc who can't even pretend to hate the water when his fingers scratch that spot just at the base of their tail! I'd like to believe Avery got them a little rubber ducky to bob in the water just to keep them distracted.

Kitty!pc who always wakes up before Avery. Always bouncing down onto his stomach, silently giggling at the faint grunt coming from his lips. They do nothing but sit and stare, tail swaying and twitching behind them so prettily. They stare for a couple minutes before finally letting out unnecessary meows, patient thin, why isn't their slave master getting up to feed them yet? Sure it's only like 3am, but they're hungry now! And Avery who can't even get angry when they finally open their eyes to those big sweet slow blinking eyes<333

🥺 kitty, cutie kitty pc

#others writing #avery the businessperson #tw hybrids #cw hybrids #cat tf #kissting kitty pc #🐾 anon

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daisyful-gvf · 1 year

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sweet as berries (part 9)

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pairings: josh x reader

tags/warnings: fingering, sex toys, unprotected sex. oral (f), u know just the usual

word count: 2.5k

notes: posting at 3am bc i want to😀 it’s been way too long, i assure you the next chapter will not take this long. also no plot here at all lmfao

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The lollipop Josh had been enjoying for the last ten minutes made a soft sound as he pulled it from his lips.

“How come I’ve never seen you use that?” he asked, pointing with his lollipop to the nightstand you were sorting through. You had the perfect necklace to layer with the one he got you for Christmas, and you knew it was somewhere in the overfilled drawer.

“What?” you asked, trying to understand what he was pointing to.

“That,” he pointed closer to the toy you’d set on your bed along with ten other things as you were trying to make room to look for the necklace, “The rose thing.”

“What about it?” you asked softly, a little flustered. You hadn’t thought anything about getting it out in front of him, but of course he had noticed it.

“How come I’ve never seen it before?” he sucked on the lollipop again.

“Um,” you laughed, a bit nervous, as you sorted through more items, “I dunno. I don’t really need it recently since you wanna fuck me every time I breathe,” you laughed again, more genuinely.

“Well,” he popped the candy from his mouth and giggled, “You’re not wrong.”

It was quiet for another moment as you rustled through the drawer, before he interrupted the silence:

“Doesn’t mean we couldn’t use it.”

You took in a sharp breath.

“We?”

“Yeah,” he grinned and stretched way across the bed to paw at the back of your thigh playfully.

“Bet you’d like my fingers in you while you use that, hm?”

The heavy, sudden exhale that shuddered from you was undisguisable.

“Ooh,” you could hear the grin in his voice, “She likes that idea.”

“Josh..” you murmured, tucking it into your nightstand, a little embarrassed.

“Can I see it?” he asked, “Never seen one before.”

You rolled your eyes and passed it to him quickly, going back to organizing stuff in the drawer.

He clicked it to life and placed the tip of his pointer finger against it. The sound of it stirred something in you, and your thighs pushed together a bit.

“You like this thing?” he asked, his voice a bit lower.

You just nodded and offered a soft, “Mhm.”

“it’s like…sucking on my finger,” he grinned.

“Kinda the point, babe,” you giggled. He was so sweet sometimes, so lighthearted and curious.

“Can I see it in action?” he asked. His tone wasn’t playful anymore, but rather soft and sincere. You looked over to him, cheeks warm. You swallowed.

“Sometime, yeah. Sure,” you nodded, finally wrapping your fingers around the gold tinted necklace you were searching for.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean now.”

“Josh,” you breathed, head snapping up to look at him. He looked candy sweet—precious and hopeful.

“Mm? Just show me?” he reached out to touch your thigh again softly. He took the finished lollipop stick from his mouth and set it in a cup on your nightstand.

You swallowed, throat dry. You couldn’t really think of a reason not to, and you weren’t really sure why the thought made you so nervous. The sound of the toy alone had piqued your interest, but the thought was vulnerable.

“I don’t know…”

“Please, sweetheart?” He looked up at you with soft eyes, his thumb rubbing at your thigh, “I’d like to see.”

He had a way of melting you that you could not resist.

“Um,” you nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

He nodded back and offered a gentle smile.

“You nervous, sweet girl? No reason to be nervous,” he smiled wider, “My tongue has been inside you, ya know.”

“Not helping,” you grinned, stripping your underwear off and laying down in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled softly, “Really though. You know you’re safe with me, right?”

You nodded, feeling the genuine care in his voice. He leaned forward and kissed you softly as you settled before him, legs on either side of him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said against your lips before he lowered himself down into his stomach.

Your cotton t-shirt laid over the tops of your thighs, hitched just high enough for him to see you. The soft fabric tickled your skin.

“Can I touch you first?” he said, sounding breathless, skirting his fingers over your bare hips.

You’d never turn that down, and so you offered him a small nod as you got comfortable against the down pillows.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over your clit and then slid it down to coat it in the slick there, before moving it back up.

“There’s no way you’re this wet already,” he grinned, “You like this idea a bit more than you’re letting on, maybe?”

“I dunno,” you giggled and bit your bottom lip, “maybe.”

“Mm,” he hummed and leaned in to suck softly on your clit, leaving it wet with saliva.

He settled, laying propped on one of his arms, your thigh almost on his shoulder between your legs. Grabbing the toy, he turned it over in his hand to inspect it. A bashful smile made its way across his expression.

“Do you turn it on then hold it to you, or hold it then turn it on?” He asked.

You giggled, “Doesn’t really matter. Turn it on first.”

He nodded and pressed the on button, then with intense focus, watched your face as he nestled it over your clit. You couldn’t help the way your stomach rippled, and the soft noise that escaped you. He held iit soft and steady to you as you adjusted with a deep breath.

It was still vulnerable. You tried to relax into the sensation, and you were mostly successful, save for a tinge of heat in your face.

“Good?” he murmured. You nodded, reaching down and placing your hand over his to help him position it just so. He let you move his hand, and finally with a quiet groan, you let go, letting him hold it as you tangled a first into his hair. You watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, watching you with hooded eyes.

“Do you like this first setting?” he asked softly.

You nodded, “One of the other ones is good too, but,” you sighed, “First one’s nice.”

He nodded and bit his lip, but then after a soft moment of him skirting his free hand up and down your inner thigh, he spoke.

“Let’s try the other ones,” he said with a grin.

He clicked to the next setting, and your legs trembled at the more intense sensation. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as it pulsed through you.

“Don’t be quiet,” he smiled up at you, “C’mon now.”

He waited a moment before clicking it to the next one. The sensation barreled into you, and goosebumps blanketed your body.

“That one?” he asked, eyes looking up caringly. You just nodded, overwhelmed.

His hand tracing over your thigh slipped down, until his fingers nudged at your entrance. Pathetically, you whined and nodded, wordlessly begging for it.

You groaned unexpectedly loud as he sank the two fingers into you, and his head shot up at the noise. His plush lips spread into a smile as he watched your eyes flutter shut. Your abdomen was alight with a warm glow.

“You like that?”he coaxed.

You answered with a moan of his name and a frantic nod.

“You do like that…” he curled his fingers and his mouth parted open, mimicking yours, “Mm. You’re trembling.”

Unable to do much else with the way the pleasure was gripping your body, you nodded and let your lead fall back against the headboard. You watched as he nuzzled his cheek into your inner thigh, impressively working his fingers while holding the toy to you.

“So fuckin’ hot…” he breathed. He pressed a soft kiss to your leg before moving the toy briefly. Before you could pout, he leaned in and licked gently at your clit.

“I know,” he soothed, sensing your sadness over the loss of the toy, “I’ll put it back in a second, sweetheart. I got jealous of this little thing.”

Your heart ached for him, and his care coupled with the need he was summoning in you was a perfectly dizzying sensation.

He sucked softly on your clit, letting the sweet brush of his lips drive you wild, “You’re so swollen,” he murmured, “Ths feel nice?”

Really, you could focus on little else other than chasing an orgasm. The temptation was too near, too close within grasp to care about anything else, or to answer his question.

“Please…” you offered softly, swiping a thumb over his cheekbone endearingly.

He nodded gently and brought the toy back to you, coupling the introduction of it with a curl of his fingers. Your chest punched out another shocked groan, and he smiled wickedly at it. Your stomach tensed in waves, making your body nearly convulse.

“You gonna cum for me?” he sighed, nearly breathless, “I want it bad. I could prolly cum just thinking about it.”

His eyes peered up at you and confirmed his words: desperation danced in the brown of his irises. Even if you didn’t want to fulfill his request–which you very much did–you had no choice. With a strong curl of his fingers and a feather-light kiss to your thigh, you were catapulted to your end.

Violently, the orgasm took hold of you, wracking your body with bliss. The burst of wetness that came from you was involuntary, and you could do nothing but let it take its course as you rode the wave.

“Berry,” he groaned, “Holy fuck.”

You took a heaving breath and centered yourself, looking down at his awestruck face as he withdrew his soaked fingers. Graciously, he pulled the toy off your oversensitive self and clicked it off before tossing it aside.

“Baby, you’ve been holding out on me.” he smiled, “Does this thing always make you do that?”

“Hmm?” You asked, dazed. He held up his glistening hand and wiggled his fingers.

“Sometimes,” you admitted in a sleepy sigh.

“Jesus Christ…” his eyes rolled back before he shook his head, moving to kneel on the bed. As he did, you could see hardly anything besides the hard length of him strained against his sweatpants. In the haze of your orgasm, you wanted nothing more.

“Fuck me,” you sighed, waiting for his eye contact. His head tipped up to do just that, and his eyes locked on yours.

Looking stunned, he breathed out a short, “Yeah?”

You nodded and reached for him, trying to drag him up to you by his shirt.

“Shit,” he sighed, fumbling to shove his pants off and climb over you. He did so successfully, and he met you in a firm kiss. He groaned against your mouth, letting you hear how bad he wanted it. His hips ground against you, rubbing the weight of him against your warmth.

“Oh…” his groan was low and shaky against the shell of your ear.

“Josh, c’mon,” you found yourself impatient, pushing your hips up into him and gripping at his sides, willing him in.

He lined himself up and sank into you in a steady motion. Your thighs clamped around his hips, trying to get him close as your body relaxed to take him. The feeling drew a whimper from the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he shook his head, then buried it into the crook of your neck, “How’s that, sweetheart? Just what you needed?”

“Fuck, Josh,” the curse escaped you effortlessly. He rolled his hips flush to you, and the feeling sent static sparks through your body.

“Mm, yeah?” He cut himself off with a groan, “How about this?”

You waited, a bit confused, as he leaned up onto his knees, still inside you.

“Josh…” You groaned as he grabbed the toy again, incredibly unprepared for the sensation it would inevitably bring.

“Shh,” he soothed, soft as down feathers, “Just try it for me.”

He rolled his hips again as he turned the toy on the lowest setting and brought it to you. The shock of pleasure made you nearly scream out, and judging by the flush that came to his face, he enjoyed the reaction.

His free hand went to your hip, touching softly, soothing you with a gentle grip. The thrusts in and out of you were incredibly slow, allowing for a pleasant drag. It contrasted wonderfully with the buzz of the toy, which lit your body aflame.

“This okay, Berry?” His voice was so low. He was looking up at your face, checking on you. Although you weren’t so sure—your nerves felt like they were splitting, tiny atom bombs—you nodded for him.

“You just tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart,” he purred, “Doing real good for me.”

His praise shot straight to your brain, and between that and the varying lovely sensations, you couldn’t tell if you were cumming, or if you’d reached the afterlife, or somewhere in between. Your eyes alternated between rolling back in your head, and fixed on the flush of Josh’s cheeks as he watched you unravel.

“God, I love seeing you like this,” his voice trembled as he thrusted slowly, “Your pretty brain doesn’t even know what to do, huh? Feels too good?” His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Josh,” you gripped at the skin of his arm rather than answer him.

“Gonna cum again?” He sighed.

“I think so…” your head thrashed against the pillow as you try to catch your breath, “Just keep...”

“I will,” he fucked into you slowly and released a drawn out, shaky breath, “But i’m gonna cum too.”

You nod, giving him permission to lose it right then. You were already at your limit, and your body couldn’t take much more anyways.

“Fuck, Berry–” he gasped, stuttering his hips and slamming them against you as he let go. You nearly convulsed around him, face scrunched up in an overwhelmed state of bliss as it hit you.

“Fuck,” it was a whimper from you as you came down. You shoved your hands between your legs and pushed the toy away as your stomach twitched from the comedown.

“Oh…” he groaned one last time, pushing against you once more before pulling out, leaving you to drip on the bedding.

“Babe, the sheets,” you lamented, head falling back.

“You already ruined them, baby,” he giggled as he leaned over you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly, “We’ll clean ‘em. S’okay.”

You reached up to grab his cheeks and lead him into a warm kiss. He hummed against your mouth.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he spoke in his husky voice and grinned against the kiss.

“Mmhm,” you giggled, “Thank you for the idea.”

"You liked it, hm?” he nuzzled against your cheek, his voice cocky, “I could probably list off a few more if you give me a minute.”

“Let’s hear ‘em.’

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ilovewriting06 · 3 months

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Hello, sorry for the inconvenience but I wanted to know if you can do one of Chris Argent where he is married to Yn and they are expecting their second daughter since Allison is the first, also that Peter has been obsessed with Yn since they have been in high school but Yn I have always been in love with Chris.

@allisonargent144, thanks for the request and it's no inconvenience, I love getting requests! I hope you enjoy your fic!

I also want to point out that I changed Allison's age to 16 and she never failed a grade because she wasn't moving all over the place. The Argent's are still hunter's but they actually stick to their code (kind of) and Chris has been in Beacon Hills since he was a child.

I still hate Gerard and Kate so Gerard still broke the code and was killed and Kate just never existed, no one needs that bitch for anything anyways.

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I knock on the white door of Allison's room again as I yell, "Come on Allison! You're gonna be late for school."

There's a muffled grumble, "Fine! I'm up, Jesus, give me a minute."

I roll my eyes, teenagers, yay, "Watch your mouth young lady! If you aren't downstairs in the next ten minutes I'm coming in."

I can practically feel the eyeroll that my comment earned before she mumbles out an okay and I smile as I hear her stumbling across her room.

When I walk into the kitchen Chris looks up from one of his books and smiles, "She awake?" I hum in affirmation as I grab orange juice from the fridge, "Yeah, and from the attitude I got I'm going to bet she woke up to a surprise throughout the night."

Chris snorts as I place a kiss on his cheek and slide onto the barstool beside him. He closes his book after marking the page he was on and then turned to me, "And how's our other little princess?"

I sigh as I rub my stomach, "Energetic, she'll make a great soccer player if her kicking is anything to go by." He smiles and rubs my lower back, "Only a few more months and she won't be bruising your intestines anymore."

I lean into his touch after I take a sip of orange juice, "I can't wait, but I have been asking myself why we waited so long to have another baby. I mean, I had Allison when I was 18 and now I'm 34. I wasted my 20s. I'm putting this out here for future reference, I am all for having more kids but I refuse to get pregnant once I'm 40."

Chris laughs before grabbing his coffee, "I think we held off on more kids in our 20s because Peter decided to start his whole 'Y/n's rightfully mine' movement and my father went on a killing spree. You know, I saw him the other day and he asked me if we were still married. I told him yes and he walked away grumbling about how we need to get divorced."

I roll my eyes and snort, "That man just doesn't know when to give up, honestly wish he would have stayed dead. He's been chasing me for years and I tell him every time that I love you and I always have. Makes his eyes flash blue every single time."

Before Chris has time to respond are grumpy little gremlin comes stumbling into the kitchen and grabbing a coffee cup. I smile as she gets her coffee how she likes it before she turns around and there's a shy smile on her face.

She brushes a hand through her hair before coming over and giving me a hug, "Sorry, Mom, I woke up at like 3am and had to change sheets and get a shower."

I give Chris a look that says 'I told you' before pulling away from the hug and kissing Allison's temple, "It's okay Ally, I figured something happened."

As we're getting ready to leave to drop Allison off at school, because she doesn't want to get her license, I still don't understand that one, she turns to me and whispers, "Umm, can I talk to you in the car?"

I smile and nod, "Sure, Sweetheart, come on." I grab my keys before looking at Chris, "I'll take her today, I feel like she wants some privacy."

He nods and with that Allison and I are out the door.

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I look at her at a stop light, "Alright, what's on your mind?"

She looks at me with a blush that I recognize almost immediately, oh this is going to be fun, Chris is going to lose his mind.

"Okay, well, do you remember Scott?" I raise an eyebrow before asking, "The bitten werewolf? The one with the really funny friend?"

She nods before speaking, "Yeah, yeah him. I was wondering if you could kind of break it to Dad that I'm dating him."

I let out a cackle and squeeze her hand, "I'll try my best, but I make no promises. He doesn't like the idea of werewolves dating Argent women."

She raises and eyebrow in question and I realize she never heard the story, "Oh my goodness, I never told you." She shakes her head and I smile, "Okay, so I met your Dad in high school, as you know. He was this attractive, older, 'bad boy' type and like every other girl my age I was enamored. Loved him from the first time he said hi."

Allison rolls her eyes with a smile as I continue, "Anyways, there was another boy, your Dad's age, named Peter." Her eyes widen, "Peter Hale? The one that bit Scott and used Lydia to resurrect him? Seriously, who uses 16 year old kids for that?"

I nod, "Yeah, that's him, anyways, he didn't know how to take no for an answer, especially after I started dating your Dad and found out about the supernatural."

She looks at me eager for details and I laugh, "Okay, well after my lest rejection to him in high school he went absolutely crazy. Like batshit crazy. Turned into a stalker and it got to the point where I was terrified he would hurt you to get to me. So, Gerard took things into his own hands and royally fucked everyone over. He did genuinely care about you but he also used Peter as an excuse to start a whole 'every supernatural creature deserves to die' lifestyle."

Allison's eyes widen, "The Hale house fire." I frown and nod, "So many undeserving people suffered, even Peter didn't deserve that, none of them did."

Allison frowns before asking, "So, what happened on your final rejection to Peter?"

I snort before telling her the story, "Okay, it was senior year and you know your father and I got married the weekend after I turned 18. Well, the last rejection in high school happened a few weeks before I turned 18...."

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Flashback-

"Hey, Beautiful." I roll my eyes as I slam my locker shut to come face to face with Peter Hale. I roll my eyes before spinning on my heel to walk away. I groan slightly when I hear feet following behind me, "Come on, Beautiful, just one date."

I stop and spin around smacking the side of my face with my ponytail in the process. I look him in the eyes, before speaking "No, I already told you, I'm not interested. How many times do I have to say that?"

I spin around again and start marching down the hall to help with cheer practice but I'm stopped by a hand grabbing my forearm forcing me to stop. I huff and turn to look at Peter before ripping my arm out of his hold, "Peter, look, I've told you a million times that I'm in love with Chris. I love him and we're actually actually getting married in a few weeks, so I think it's time you got over your obsession with me."

Peter's eyes flash blue and I frown remembering the reason behind the different eye colors of a werewolf. His eyes return to their normal blue before he growls, "Why the hell are you marrying him?"

I take a deep breath trying to maintain my patience before replying, "Well for starters I love him, and maybe if you used your werewolf senses you'd know the other reason."

I cross my arms as Peter's eyes close and he focuses on his senses. His eyes fly open, lit up in the supernatural electric blue before he yells, "You're pregnant!"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, we were already engaged when I found out but we moved the wedding up a few months."

"Get rid of it."

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, "Excuse me! What the hell, Peter?! I'm not getting rid of my baby, I have no reason to and even if I did I still wouldn't!"

He growls, eyes still glowing blue, "It should be my baby, not some low life Argent."

This time I growl, "Fuck this! Peter, get this through your stubborn, thick ass skull, we will never happen, ever! I'm in love with Chris, and I'm never going to love you! I never have and I never will! So, just leave me, Chris, and our child the hell alone or so help me god I'll put you down myself."

I storm away from him and out the doors before he has a chance to respond.

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Present Time-

"Holy shit, Mom, I never knew you were so badass and don't even yell at me for my language you know it's true."

I roll my eyes and put the car in park, "Look, perfect timing, and maybe just a little."

She grabs her bag and jumps out the door but before she closes the door I yell her name, "Allison!" She turns around and tilts her head in question, "I'll talk to your Dad, but no promises it'll end pretty."

She smiles and cheers, "Yes! You're the best, Mom."

She runs off slamming the door and I watch as she runs straight to Scott excitedly talking to him. He looks up and makes eye contact with me before smiling and waving. I smile and wave back before remembering something.

I pull up to where Scott, Stiles, and Allison are talking with the window down and I catch part of there conversation, "Guys, my Mom just told me that when she was in high school Peter Hale was obsessed with her and when he tried to keep her from having me and marrying Dad, she went all badass and cussed him out before storming out like the badass she is!"

I chuckle slightly when Stiles responds, "Dude, I'm just saying, I told you she was badass when I met her. She's freaking awesome."

I decide to make my presence known after that, "You're right, I am pretty awesome."

All three jump before Allison turns to me, "Are you spying on me?"

I shake my head, "Nope, just forgot to tell you I love you, and good luck on your chemistry test. That Mr. Harris is a complete ass."

I faintly hear Stiles not so quietly whisper, "She keeps getting better and better." I ignore him when Allison smiles and responds, "Thanks Mom, and I love you too."

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I kiss Chris on the cheek when I walk into the living room before ripping of the Band-Aid, "Allison's dating, Scott McCall."

I walk straight out of the room barely stopping to talk to him and I have to bite back a smile when I hear his book hit the floor, "She's what?!"

#teen wolf #chris argent x reader #chris argent #jr bourne #allison argent #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #peter hale

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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Re: making homemade porn w your loser elf bestie FNSKFKSODKE GOD YOUR BRAIN IS SO HUGE AND WRINKLED!!! I deeply enjoy how one of this biggest degenerate losers in the forum falls off the face of the planet for a few weeks, comes back with a human partner, and suddenly the whole forum is like “our human 👁️👁️”

Now I am thinking more about bullying him for the camera. Sipping the thought of sitting astride him while slowly grinding on his cock and watching how red his face gets like it’s fine wine. Delighting in how his eyes get hazy and he babbles so desperately in whatever language his poor porn rotted brain can conjure up in the moment. He’s so cute when he’s losing his mind over the way your insides feel wrapped around his dick while the camera peers between your legs and watches him barely slide in and out of you. A witness to how just a bit of tight human hole makes such an elegant, graceful creature fall apart at the seams and lapse into an animalistic state. Yeah sure the two of you may take inspiration from the large amount of suggestions you get, but honestly this is your favorite way to have him <3

As an aside I NEED more of your thoughts on the people on the forum getting on his nerves and making him, dare I say, possessive? 👀 It’s one thing for him to willingly show you off, it’s another to have others so brashly ask to borrow you. I wonder if we would ever accidentally get a peek at some of the online messages that refer to him as our boyfriend 👀

(I also have some cute fluffy ideas for this pornbrained loser but this ask is already so long, I sowrry 🙈)

—🩵 Anon

"O u r Human 👁 👁" XKSJKSJXJAKAJX i love your humour

Honestly, if he also stayed a lone loser on the forum and never met you, then he'd have the same reaction to someone else bringing a human there.

He is aware it was mere fate and chance that you chose him, pure luck. That's why he doesn't feel bad about being a bit selfish and never fully showing you the forum or suggestions.

Like yes, these people are his community and were there for him when normal elf porn websites removed their human category after some some public backlash. These forums were the only reason he could even experience sexual pleasure anymore.

But now he has you. A whole real human to himself. One so willing and enthusiastic about sleeping with him, he would be crazy to pay attention to anyone else.

On the fluffy side, you were also his first ever real friend, before he knew you were human. He really has spent his days with brainrot as he fell deeper and deeper into the porn addiction, his views on actual humans morphing and mixing with fantasy. The thing that helped bring him pleasure was also becoming an addiction that made it akin to impossible to make any friends.

But he met you online, also by fate, and the two of you clicked. Played video games together or chatted by texts for hours deep into the night. He has replied to the weird memes you've sent him at 3am almost immediately since he never has the need to sleep.

You became another source of happiness for him, a true blessing he thanked Corellon for everyday.

He was so excited to meet you, preparing an entire day of fun things you can do together. But you just had to be the most attractive human he has ever seen, huh?

And yet you didn't reject him or think he was weird when he couldn't keep his obsession from showing, your insides felt so amazing as you held him close and whispered praises into his ear with every thrust.

Indulging him with your body and making him almost pass out from happiness, his heart was immediately yours to do whatever you wished to with. Even if you squeezed it and stepped on it, he'd thank you and find it the hottest thing ever.

The forums became a thing of the past, his human magazines that he spent so much of his salary on collecting and getting every new edition the day it dropped, are now forgotten and collecting dust.

He's very clingy and is a sad mess whenever you leave his apartment to go back to your home, you haven't invited him over yet so he has to helplessly wait until the next time you come over.

Coaxing you to stay whilst eating you out, using every trick in the book he can think of to convince you on why it's better to just spend the night at his place. If you want to stuff then he is ready to drive you there and back here just to get them, you don't have to lift a finger and be his lovely passenger princess.

Although, now his salary goes into funding this homemade porn new habit of his. Buying only the best of the toys for you, the highest quality vibratiors and lingerie that's tailored to your body.

He gets off using them whenever you're not around, watching a past video of you fucking yourself with these toys as he does the same. Just the idea of them having been used by a human gets him on the edge, but the fact you were that human specifically is what gets him to cum whilst crying your name.

You're very eager to film with him. He notices the way your lips curl from humiliating him on camera, softly bullying him as you tease and edge his cock. Making him fuck you with the slowest pace possible and turning him from a respectful noble high elf, into a desperate needy pathetic whore who needs his cock inside you to function.

Elves known for their grace and wisdom. The fact he has lived way more than a century and yet you reduced him to an animalistic state as he fucks you with all of his power.

High elves call sex lovemaking instead, consider it to be a joining of soul that's full of love passion and gentleness like no other. Yet he is leaving his marks along your body, squeezing your thighs so hard until his handprints stay there, kissing and sucking on your neck and throat so he can spend the whole night admiring his work while you sleep.

Sometimes during your sleep, you do hear a wet sound besides you, heavy breathing and a muffled moans as he strokes his cock, rubbing at the head to quietly get off. He doesn't dare touch you while you sleep, merely laying besides you in agony at never being able to get off on his own no matter how many times he fucks his own fist.

Your smell is everywhere too, that human scen that your kind is blissfully unaware of. He can smell it on his clothes that he lets you borrow, pillow cases and sheets.

Even his home office isn't free from it, as much as he tries to keep that space neat and tidy in case of a video call work meeting, he just couldn't refuse your request to tie him to his office chair and suck him off while he tries not to cum.

He gets the same heated feeling between his legs whenever he sits in that chair since then, clearing his throat and hiding his tenting hard cock under his desk from the camera on his work laptop. Keeping the facade of being a calm, collected noble elf.

More on the fluffy moments, he found out he likes having his ears petted gently because of your curiosity that one time. Usually elf ears are off limit since the pointer they are, the more a show of pride they represent.

Elves are discouraged to touch their ears or anyone's because of that, since they were children. Parents would tell their kids that their ears would flop or stay in weire shapes if they let others touch them.

But you just did it one day, without regard. Asking if you can try something and just reaching out towards his face. At first he panicked when he realised it was his ears, but then it felt...good.

Your touches were gentle, comforting. He found himself relaxing and leaning into you, not even caring if this is considered inappropriate. Human hands are really soft and round in comparison to elves, almost like these hands were made for the sole purpose of petting things.

Another time, you two found each other by mere chance at a supermarket while shopping. He usually avoids all humans and never looks them in the eyes, but he couldn't look away from you since the second he recognised you.

The two of you spent the afternoon shopping for groceries together, getting to know each other's food preference and actually having a good time. It reminded him that he never lost the friend he made in you, that sex never made you view him differently.

He took note of a particular snack or drink in your cart. The next time you went to visit him, he had it in his fridge for you. He isn't very good at cooking, but sometimes he shares elven dishes with you.

They're heavy on the vegetables and spices, and each dish prefers complexity rather than simplicity. He knows the tastes might be too intense for humans so he prepared a watered down version of it for you.

You make the mistake of kissing him after it, and just the taste of the original dish on his lips sends your tastebuds into alarm. One flavour after another invading your sense, it's like everything all at once was pushed to the limit. He confesses that magic is involved in making that dish to intensify the spices, but he rubs your back as you chug water afterwards to try and wash it out.

One time, you accidentally mixed your glasses and took a sip of elvish alcohol, a single small sip. You were hungover for three days after and had to take time off work. He stayed by your side in bed and nursed you back to health. Thankfully, the cantrip he was born with does alleviate pain and refresh the mind.

He admits he finds it adorable, how humans are oversensitive to so many "normal things". Like a fresh breath of life trying things for the first time.

As for the possessive side, he'd probably get really defensive about you on these forums. Claiming since he is your "boyfriend" then he has every right to be protective of you and never allow anyone else the chance to contact or meet you.

He doesn't think less of you for sleeping with him or being friends with benfits. It is one of the many things he really admires about humans and find unimaginably hot. Even if you never start a relationship with him, he will die happily knowing he was your boytoy for all of your lifetime.

What he hates is the potential that he might lose you to someone else. That other human enthusiasts like him no doubt also find these things hot about you and would want a piece for themselves.

And it's making him more possessive of you, feeling more entitled to the videos you two film. Half of them he doesn't actually share on the forums and just saves for himself. He took editing courses on the side to learn how to fully make your identity untraceable so that none of them gets the chance to find you let alone your online accounts.

#♡🩵anon #♡human reader #♡human kink #♡modern au human kink #♡modern loser high elf #♡smut #♡fluff

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jwillbiteyourfingersoff · 2 years

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Tea Partys and Tears ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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Platonic!Steve Harrington x FtM!Sibling!Reader

!TW FOR!: use of deadname (unintentional/unmalicious), mentions of dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, mild internalized transphobia

Genre: Angst and Fluff

D/N = Dead name, Y/N = Your (Chosen) name

Period typical terminology, so the use of Transexual instead of Transgender

(wrote this at 3am, didn't really beta read, hope you still enjoy :])

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“STEVEEEEEEEEEEE! GET DOWN HERE!” you yelled.

Your hands won't stop shaking.

Your parents were away for the week (like usual), so you had decided that quality sibling-bonding time was in order. It had been a while since the two of you sat down and hung out. No missing child, no dead house guest, no little girl with super powers, no threat of deadly monsters coming from some mysterious unknown dimension, just you and him. The Harrington half-time show, as he affectionately deemed your duo.

But for the past few years- quite frankly your whole life, something had been eating at you. A deep set offness, building to a head when one day you looked in the mirror and realized that you weren't you.

It had taken some research, but you had found the word that described you.

Transexual.

But you had yet to share this discovery. Because frankly, you were scared. For good reason too. The world isn't nice to people like you, this town even less so.

But after finding out about Robin, not only that she was a lesbian, but also that Steve (Steve!) of all people had been the person she’d come out to? It’d made you a little more confident in how supportive your brother may be of you.

The key-word? A little. You were still pissing yourself, but at this point you'd rather be homeless than keep living this lie.

“Heyyyyyyy, D/N! You called?” Steve said, smiling at you over the stair banister.

“Yeah, uh, tea party… like old times?” you muttered, smiling back faintly.

You hadn't had a tea party since you were at least 10, but you remember them being the highlight of your day when you did have them. You'd bring out all of the dolls grandma had bought for you and set them all up around the table, asking mom for help with the tea brewing process once you got to it, and then you'd yell at Steve from the bottom of the stairs. He’d always come down and ask what you wanted, to which “tea party” was the only reply he ever received. He was always a gentleman to your dolls. Your not sure if mom made him play along at first, but even if that was the case he came around eventually and started genuinely liking tea time.

“Shit, really? Yeah, totally! Is Ms.Shatter gonna be there? Cause she and I have some unfinished business.” He joked, trying to make his most serious face.

“Of course!” you laughed, walking back to the kitchen “wouldn’t be a party without her, would it?”

He ruffled your hair as he walked past you, “Ha! Guess you don't need mom's help anymore.”

He was right, you didn't need any help for tea parties from mom anymore. You could make a nice pot of tea and buy cookies yourself, thank you very much. Plus setting up had always been your job anyways, so you never needed mamas help with it. The teapot goes in the middle with the milk and sugar on either side, a plate and napkin with 3 cookies in front of every chair.

You take your seat, and he takes his.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, the tea party has begun.” you announce in your fanciest voice.

Just like old times, you and Steve talk about little things during tea time. How your homework has been going, his hair routine, your friends, his job. After a little while, you both settle into a comfortable silence, listening to the soft clinks of fine china against itself.

“Hey, you know, I can tell when you’re upset or nervous,” Steve began “ and I’m pretty sure you didn't throw a tea party just cause you wanted to. You know I love you, you can tell me anything.” you looked up at him, locking eyes from across the table. Shit.

“I… I do have something to tell you-”

“Is it someone at school? Did someone make fun of you? Are you getting bullied? I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of them! Or is it a crush?” he feverishly rambled, gesturing wildly as he talked.

“No! No! Nothing like that, Steve.” you reassured “It's just…” You took a deep, shaky breath.

“I’m transexual.”

The words dripped from your mouth and hung, thick, in the air. You looked at your hands. They wouldn't stop shaking. You couldn't look back at him. You couldn't. He's probably disgusted. He's probably gonna beat you up himself, rough you up and kick you out on the street. It serves you right, your a dirty-

“Really?” he said.

“Yeah.” you whispered.

You heard the chair scrap the floor as it was pushed back, and the footsteps walking toward you. But instead of the hit you were anticipating, his hand softly landed on your back.

“I wasn't joking when I said that you could tell me anything,” he started, putting his other hand on your cheek “or when I said I love you.”

In that moment the flood gates opened, everything you had bottled up came hurdling out at full force. You hiccuped as you wept uncontrollably, hurling yourself into your older brother's arms. The tears flowed down your face in what felt like thick globs of pure relief. part of you felt bad for getting his shirt wet, but right now you couldn't care less.

“I want you to call me Y/N now, please.” you got out between sobs.

“Y/N… Y/N, you’re the best brother I could ever ask for. I love you.” he whispered, hugging you tight to him.

“I'll always keep you safe, because I'm your brother. That's what I'm supposed to do.”

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Thanks so much for reading! I made this cuz I needed a lil comfort lol, hope you enjoyed :]

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #fanfic #x ftm reader #fruity four #st #st fanfic #st season 4 #st s4 #steve harrington #steve harrington x ftm reader #steve harrington x reader #platonic x reader #sibbling x reader #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #wrote this at 3am #lets goooo

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thevampsworld96 · 1 year

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Restless - BWS

Hey, all. I hope everyone is doing well and had a good day.

Here is another short story, which I hope you enjoy this one it is short but sweet.

Apologies if there is any spelling errors or grammar errors.

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It was 3am the whole world was fast asleep well some more or less. The moon shined bright, lightening up the darkness of the night. Planes went by smoothly throughout the night sky, no noise. The buzz of everyday had slowly calmed down throughout the night.

There were some cars racing in the distance of the night, but that didn't disturb you or sweet boyfriend who laid next to you holding you close to his body you loved it when he did it gave you the feeling comfort and security.

The pair of you had a great night out. You had a night out with your best girls, and he was out with the lads, not that you don't go out together as a couple. There are some nights you both like to do separate things, but of course, you would text each duration of the night, making sure you were both alright during the time that you were out and about.

After a long night, you decided to come home. Yes, you drank a lot of different fancy beverages tonight, and now all you wanted was your pillow and some comfy warm clothes and foe the makeup to be removed.

As soon as you arrived home, you felt tired, and your body felt like a dead weight. You couldn't be bothered to do anything. All you wanted was your bed and to be wrapped up inside your man's arms tonight. You promised him you would do your best to wait up for him, but your eyes were getting heavy.

You only had energy to remove your makeup, and that is what you did.

You got changed into some comfy clothes, which was, of course, your pjs, you put your hair up in to a messy bun. You turned on the TV flicking through channels, hoping to find something interesting to keep you awake, but there wasn't anything on midnight, so you just watched a random show, hoping that it would grab your attention but your body was just tired so you were drifting in and out of sleep.

At some point, Brad came home, but you were so out of it that you didn't even hear him come in.

He saw you crashed out on the sofa he pouted at you how sweet and adorable you looked while you slept. He could tell you were cold as you only had a satin vest top on and shorts on which wasn't doing anything to keep you warm.

"Let's get you to bed, my love"

He said with a smirk, then carried you to the shared room and gently laid down into the bed and placed the blanket on you, and gently kissed your lips while gliding his soft lips across your cheeks.

"Sleep, my sweetheart. I'll be with you shortly"

He quietly whispers, and as he is about to leave, you grab his hands, which startles him a bit, but you need him more than ever now.

"Hey love, I'm home. I'm sorry I took too long. That's why I brought you to bed. You looked so cold and pale"

He explained to you while he smiled you and gently pushed the small strands of hair from your face.

"I'm glad your home baby, please come to bed. I need you, please. "

You pleaded gently and quietly but with a slight panic in your voice.

"Hey, shh calm, my love. I'm here now. You don't have to be scared anymore. I promise I am just going to have a quick shower, then I'll be right with you, my love"

He gently says to you while leaving small, short, sweet kisses on your lips, going down to your neck along to your shoulders, which were exposed.

"Please come quick, babe. need you more than ever"

You say while half asleep your eyes were closed while you spoke to Brad.

"I won't be long, love."

He says, kissing you before leaving for his shower. Of course, you will patiently wait for him to return to you, and as promised, he did.

Eventually, as promised, he hurried back to washed and cleaned after his huge, vrazy night, but now you had him all to yourself. He gently laid next to you, gently pulling your body close towards him. You know he was back with you.

He wrapped his arms around you, worrying as you were shaking in your sleep. Brad knrw were not sleeping soundly, you constantly running from something in your nightmares.

"Whatever you're dreaming about, my darling, Whatever is scaring you. You don't have to fear cause I'm here and I promise to you I'm not going anywhere protecting you, my love. Feel my touch and drift away to another world with me"

He says in to your ear, and you give him a smile. Your eyes remain closed. Brad pulled you close towards him, and just like thar, you both fell into a world of sweet dreams...

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #the vamps imagine #bradley simpson #bradley simpson imagine #the vamps #brad simpson x reader #bradley will simpson

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philsmeatylegss · 1 year

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aaa sorry hopefully you're okay with people responding to your rambles (your most recent one that talks about suicide). just wanted to say i'm very very proud of you for healing and i can relate to your post.

hopefully you are okay with me sharing this story but im a young phannie, im 15, and i found them when i was 11 which was a few months before quarantine hit. extremely long story short, for me 11-13 years old were the scariest years of my life and i don't think anything will ever come close to that again (thank god). that's when i used to rely heavily on dan and phil videos (mostly phil). like i just have so many memories of like i don't know, being on a road trip with my family and being completely out of my mind but i would turn on an amazingphil video or a song that amazingphil mentioned and desperately try to immerse myself into that rather than my thoughts. now that i'm 15 (which is like. unbelievable honestly) i see their content on my feed but i rarely ever engage anymore, and when i do it feels like making my inner child happy. it's weird to think that something i held very close to me and that kept me above water for so long belongs in the past now along with really deep trauma. even if i ever get back into binging phil's videos (i probably will because man he is so nostalgic to watch and i just love him) i'm sure i will never engage with them the way i used to, because i'm simply not the same person. it's sad and also really euphoric and healing at the same time to watch yourself let go. anyways that's my 3am rant lol (i have yet to lose younger me's sleep schedule) thank you for listening and please have a wonderful day/night ❤️

I literally relate so hard to this and it’s really comforting to hear similar stories to mine. I fucking hate when people dismiss mental illness if the person is <14. Ages 12-14 were truly the most terrifying years of my life where I truly believed I would not be able to keep living. I’m very thankful I was surrounded by people who took it seriously so I was able to get help early on. But it’s so important to recognize the little things that also got us through. I know there’s a lot of people who roll their eyes when you say this musician or content creator or actor or whatever saved my life and that’s because people take it too literal. I do credit dan and phil and twenty one pilots with saving my life. Obviously, it wasn’t just that. It was years of therapy and medication and healing, but their content, what they brought into my life, was something I needed to hold on to. It gave me motivation. It was a distraction from pain that wasn’t harmful to myself. I connected with people who I truly felt understood me. And that’s something I needed during that period of my life. Now that I’m older and developed a personality and I’m so far from where I was, I don’t need to be obsessive because I don’t need a constant healthy distraction to get me through life. I can just be a regular fan. And still enjoy that little rush of joy I get when they upload. It’s such a unique experience that, though I am so sad people can relate to, is so important and interesting to discuss. I often joke about being suicidal and really mentally ill at a really young age and I know a lot of others do too. And that’s okay, but it truly is important to congratulate yourself for still sticking around. Even if you are still depressed or unhealthy. And it’s okay to have motivations like being a fan to keep you happy and to keep you going. It’s also okay if you’re getting older and you want to let go a little bit. You don’t have to completely abandon it. I know I’m so fucking far from abandoning dnp and 21p. But it’s okay to not be as obsessive as you were. It’s a sign you’ve grown up. You’ve healed. I appreciate so much what dnp and 21p did for me and I still remain a loyal fan, but it’s okay for me to let go because I can live without needing them. Being suicidal at such a young age is a very specific, tragic experience that you can only understand if you went through it. That’s why it’s hard to discuss topics like this without sounding batshit crazy. But I’m glad some of us are here talking about it.

#asks #dan and phil

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laceymorganwrites · 2 years

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Funeral Grey

Kinktober day 3:

Pairing: Zeke x fem!reader

Word count: 2,418

Warnings: Zeke Jaeger

A/N: ahahahha um anyways~ this got a bit personal because yeah kinda into that

Zeke hated going clubbing. Absolutely. But he was the only driver available for the night and Pieck and Porco promised to leave him alone with it for the next month. That was good enough for him. Besides, he was too nice for his own good sometimes. It´s been an hour and he was already regretting it. Standing by the bar, drinking water and feeling so out of place he stared at his watch. 11pm. And then she walked in with her friends. Zeke wasn´t the type of guy to care about people´s looks but she just took his breath away completely, it was like somebody gut punched him. He was frozen in place and couldn´t help but stare at her. He looked like a complete idiot. Her friends moved to the dancefloor while she ordered drinks for everyone in the group. She had such a bored look on her face, Zeke couldn´t help but be enticed. Then again, who on earth went clubbing in a grey sweater? His interest peaked and that didn´t happen very often with him. She walked over to her friends and downed the shots she ordered before disappearing into the crowd to dance for a bit. His eyes didn´t leave her for a second. After a while she came by the bar again for more drinks. “You gonna stare at me all night, pretty boy?” she chuckled, leaning against the counter next to him. “Why not, I enjoy the view” he returned her smirk. “Hmm, boring” she sighed, sipping her drink. He liked the sound of her voice, but beautiful women made him weak. “So what´s your favorite color?” and stupid. She didn´t mind and just pointed at her waist. “You know, technically… that´s not a color. That´s a shade” great start, Jaeger.

“Don´t disagree with me” she stated coldly before walking away again, drink in her hand. He didn´t even know her name but that look on her face… he never thought he´d be the submissive one but the thought of being her slave just enticed him too much. Her looking at him like that again…. telling him how pathetic and stupid he was… how he couldn´t even satisfy her enough. He gulped, his throat was dry by now and he gripped the glass of water just a bit too tight. No way in hell did he just get half hard by the woman with the most cold, distant and bored look on her face he has ever seen. That was so much more than just embarrassing. “Only hot people wear sweaters in summer” he mumbled before staring into space. It was pathetic. It was like a fucking fever dream. One he only woke up from when Pieck and Porco wanted to go home. Luckily it wasn´t that late and he needed to cool off anyway so he quickly drove them home and made sure they wouldn´t throw up in the apartment. Thankfully they dozed off immediately, the alcohol playing its part better than he could´ve planned. He sighed, standing in the middle of the living room and contemplated all of his life choices. Would he really drive back to a club just to see a woman that probably wasn´t even there anymore? Was he really that desperate? It was sad that he didn´t even think twice before getting back into the car. What the hell was he doing? It was two AM as he entered the club again, pretending to enjoy the music and actually want to be there. He felt like such an idiot for searching for her in the crowd. It was 3AM when she walked in again, completely mesmerizing him once again. And then he realized he´d do it all over again. Just to be able to breathe the same air as her. She already looked at him like he was the most pathetic loser she knew when she came to the bar, a lit cigarette in her mouth. “You know that shit is gonna kill you, right?” he told her, immediately wanting to disappear once again. He didn´t know why she had this effect on him but he just got so stupid every time she was around. He didn´t expect her to smile at that, much less for her to blow the smoke in his face directly. “Well, now you´re gonna die too” she smirked but her eyes remained as cold as ever. Oh, he wanted to. Zeke thought he really wouldn´t mind if he died right now. Not if it was her who put him out of his misery. He didn´t want her to leave again so he tried to engage in a conversation. “Hey, do you want to have my number? Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime” he said, his hands sweaty. She looked him up and down in a look that could only be described as pity. She couldn´t hold back her laughter either. “Yeah no, I don´t date desperate guys like you” she told him. “It doesn´t even have to be a date! We can just hang out, it doesn´t even have to be that long” he was way past the point of denying the fact that he was desperate. Because he was. It would be embarrassing but it was the first time this has ever happened to him. The first time someone ever had this impact on him. “Look, I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit. And I might grant it if you leave me alone after, okay?” she offered, her voice devoid of any feeling. She sounded so annoyed. And all because of him. He did feel sorry for that. But he was so happy that she was talking to him. He couldn´t believe his luck. Of course he noticed that her friends were sending her pitiful looks, laughing about him and feeling sorry for both of them. Zeke smiled brightly even though he knew exactly that she was just looking right through him. “Would you really do that?” he asked, a hopeful ´for me?´ lingering in his words. He probably looked like a child experiencing his first birthday right now, his eyes so big, so full of hope when he knew that all he could find in her eyes was deep and dark despair for him and other guys like him. Zeke had always liked bathing in his own illusions. “Sure, I´ll even spit in your mouth” she said, smirking. It took her everything not to burst out in laughter on the spot. She always knew men were stupid but his level was just ridiculous. He was a pitiful creature, a loser right out of the book. The way he fidgeted with his hands, probably all clammy and sweaty from having a woman talk to him. He never once even looked at her, not when she was standing right in front of him. Apparently the floor was more appealing. He gulped, he was so nervous and for what? Nothing would ever happen between the two of them. He knew that. Was he really that desperate? In reality Zeke couldn´t wait for it, he could already feel her saliva drip down his throat. Oh he would savor it before he´d swallow. Licking his lips afterwards not to waste a single drop. It would be like an indirect kiss, better even. Something so intimate, granted from a goddess. To a nobody like him? He felt like he could ascend into heaven this instance. “Yes, yes please. I´ll do anything” there it was. The desperate and starved plea for more of her time. She had him. She only was glad to be rid of him afterwards. He´d make it for a fun story of the night to laugh about with her friends in the morning on the way to work. But that was it. They wouldn´t even remember him the day after. And they wouldn´t care to either. Losers like him existed far and wide across the world. “Cool, this´ll be the last time we see each other” she stated and he knew it. He was painfully aware of it. But this memory would live on forever in him. It was like he was chosen. He didn´t even know her name and she didn´t care to ask for his. But somehow this fact made all of this all the more special. To him only, naturally. She sighed in annoyance and pushed him down on his chair harshly, making him blush furiously. He even choked back a moan. Disgusting. She hated touching guys like him, it made her feel so icky and dirty. She wanted to avoid contact at all costs so she just told him to open his mouth already, he obeyed like a slut. It really wasn´t a big deal for her, the whole thing was over in about three seconds. She leaned over him and spat in his mouth, waiting for her saliva to drop completely before finishing her drink, returning the glass to the bar and leaving the club with her friends without ever looking back to him again. The women shared a few laughs and then never wasted another thought on the loser from that one club.

Zeke could only describe the moment as a religious experience, as an epiphany. Touched by a goddess. He could smell her hair, she was so close to him. He even imagined her smiling at him as she spat. His eyes half lidded, he couldn´t bear to look away but the experience was godly, he had to savor every drop he could get. Because it would be the last one. It was warm in his mouth, mixing with his own saliva, a connection formed from pity and a deranged love at first sight. He felt it trickle down his lips, he let it for as long as he could before he licked his lips. Everything else became void in the second. The noise and people from the club drowned out, leaving him to his own perverse pleasure. He was hard. Painfully so. Eyes rolling back as he swallowed her spit, biting his lip to suppress a moan, he felt his jeans tightening even more. And then it all came crashing down on him. The music was blaringly loud and he saw some people look at him weirdly, a disgusted woman frowned at him, another one was chuckling, the guy next to him shook his head in disbelief. He heard someone mumble what a pathetic guy he was and honestly. They weren´t wrong. Zeke got up hurriedly and rushed to the bathroom, thankfully the club was full so nobody was paying him any mind. In his head that was the sole reason, not the fact that he was so painfully dull and boring. The kind of guy whose face you forgot instantly after meeting him. The guy whose name wasn´t worth remembering. He was almost out of breath as he closed the door of his stall, leaning against the wall. Somehow he felt dizzy. His cock was aching. Of course it was. He had to take care of it and fast. Nobody was here right now, so he opened his zipper, pushing his pants down to his knees. It was an awkward position he found himself in but then again it wasn´t something he wasn´t used to. It was quite uncomfortable, the fabric was rubbing against his skin, irritating it. There was already a wet patch forming in his briefs, he saw his cock twitch through the fabric. It was quite small so it was a miracle he could even see it this clearly. He positioned his hand above his head to steady himself as he rubbed his crotch with his other one. Zeke groaned as he laid his head back, closing his eyes to avoid looking at the filthy walls. With closed eyes he could imagine anything he wanted to. Like you. He was sure you changed his life with your interaction. He would think of this moment for years to come, when he was alone in his room at night. He didn´t get laid often. Which was surprising because he was quite attractive and he´s been told he got pitied a lot, which usually helped. But apparently he was too pathetic to be considered sexual. And somehow that turned him on. Being beneath everyone and everything. Not being regarded as a human being. The only way to interact with the goddess being an act of pure filth just for him to leave her alone. The moan that left his lips as he pulled out his throbbing cock was embarrassing, croaked and too high to be considered anything remotely sexy. He pulled off his glasses and put them in his shirt, he didn´t want them to fall down on the floor. Zeke spat in his hand, imagining the warm fluid to be yours. But he couldn´t imagine you in such a nasty place. No, he didn´t even imagine undressing and fucking you, not even kissing you. The whole time he was masturbating the scene of you spitting in his mouth was replaying in his head. It was like a prayer. He bucked his hips, immediately setting a fast pace, his thumb playing with his tip. He smeared the pre over his length and rubbed his thumb over his top almost violently. He was desperate for release, it hurt at this point. He was aching. He didn´t jerk off for his own pleasure, he got it from the disgust others regarded him with. And maybe that was just it. He hated himself too. He understood them all too well. He never looked at himself in the mirror with any positivity. No wonder he couldn´t get off just for his own pleasure. Because truly, he didn´t deserve it. He didn´t deserve a goddess spitting in his mouth either but here he was. The luckiest bastard on the planet. His moans sounded louder in the stall as they actually were but at some point he stopped caring, violently rutting into his hand, it almost hurt. But he liked it that way. His orgasm came hard and fast, taking him by surprise. He always came quickly, that was the whole point after all. He only ever jerked off to release tension, but this time he was quite worn out. His wrist was aching, his cum splattering across the wall and dripping down his hand. Zeke bathed in the sensation longer than usual, opening his eyes slowly and exhaling. As he noticed the mess he had made he hurriedly cleaned himself and the wall before dressing again and leaving the bathroom stall. He lingered around the club longer than necessary, watching it empty out and only then leaving too. It was silly but he had hoped that by miracle she would still be there, that he could stare in her beautiful, cold eyes once more.

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