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theshiftanlibrary · 1 year

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┈◦•◦❥•◦ | In their ways...

SYNOPSIS: Uh oh! It seems you have fallen ill! Not to worry dear prefect, they will look after you, albeit in their own ways.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts; Leona Kingscholar; Azul Ashengrotto; Jamil Viper; Vil Schoenheit; Idia Shroud; Malleus Draconia

TAGS: Fluff; Established Relationships; Hurt/Comfort; Sickfic

He couldn't help his smile. You were just too cute. Few would beg to differ, what with your snotty nose and whistling breaths, but they wouldn't dare defy the Queen. Lest they lose their heads. He probably shouldn't allow you to take him as your personal pillow, after all he had so much to do. But... A rest won't hurt him. And even if it weren't for you, Trey would have forced his rest.

Stupid Ruggie... That soup he gave you should have worked an hour ago. Yet, here he is, still suffering through your little whimpers. The twitching stopped though and so did the tossing and turning. So, small wins for now. He probably should have taken you to the infirmary already, but it's his nap time and he's not going to lose his (favorite) pillow. You were the perfect size for cuddling too, what with your small back fitting perfectly into his chest as his arms cradled you so. Tch... Stupid herbivore, why'd ya have to go and get sick?

The little coughs from the couch pulled at his heartstrings. A strange thing to feel while also simultaneously hooking a poor unfortunate soul into one of his contracts. But his heart still sang whenever he sees you resting on the couch in the VIP room. You were quite sick and loopy when you first plopped down into the couch, so in his benevolence, he draped his coat over your form. Nothing will come bother you here, he'll ensure it.

The chicken soup is taking too long, he muttered to himself. Your skin burnt as hot as the desert sands, which was concerning to say the least. Even Kalim's fevers weren't this bad. What made it worse had been the fact that you came into the Scarabian kitchens with the fluffiest blanket Kalim had gifted you and your frame still shivered through all those layers. He silently thanked the Sevens for giving him the time to look after you too, since Kalim had been at the Light Music Club. He'll dedicate his life to you should you let him.

He couldn't bring himself to scold you. Your bleary eyes and red skin told him all he needed to know. A nasty flu afflicted you and you came to him for help. He's quite flattered. Normally, he'd start applying skin care products while listening to your latest escapades but today he simply tucked you into his bed. After your soft scratchy voice asked him so nicely, how could he refuse? Besides, washers were there for a reason. He left you to rest as he dashed around for flu remedies. At least he would have if it weren't for your whines, begging him to stay for just a little longer.

His hands kept readjusting themselves on your form, making you groan at him as you tightened your grip on his neck. He was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest, after all you did nuzzle yourself into his neck and hair. Speaking of his hair, he was also pretty sure you saw the pink glow from under your closed eyelids. His hair never shined so brightly before. But Ortho left him to get some medicine for you, which is cool. KK, GG. But he's gonna get KO'ed if he hears another contented squeak from you.

Your weight had been quite a relief upon his chest. He started to worry when he heard your scratchy voice politely asking him to cuddle you. He obliged, of course. Your form curled itself into a ball as he held onto you to trace every dip and divet he could find with his fingers. Your skin burned hot, indicating your fever. A voice very similar to Lilia's scolded him for not taking you to the infirmary, but he couldn't bring himself to move. After all, humans needed to rest when they're sick, yes?

A/N: Ani not posting Genshin content?! More likely than you think. Anyway, I wrote this when I was sick. So most of what the reader has, I had. Fever, runny nose, the whole works. And can you spot who are my favorites? 👀 And I redid my formatting, if you couldn't tell. what am i saying it's been so long since i posted a fic

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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starsexplodeatnight · 3 months

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Cod Guys x Reader!

~First time you’re intimate~

Minors do not engage! You are not fucking wanted here! Go be a kid while you still can! You’ll have 30 chasing at your heels before you know it.

I always start with Price:

3 months into your relationship

M’fucker puts on divorced dad rock. Because he’s not had a lot of time for romance in the past- er decade or so- shut up. He’s a bit… rusty? No, his moves are solid. He’s just a bit of a time capsule from when he was in his twenties and Mr smooth.

What do you mean ‘Hinders’ Lips of an Angel is ‘divorced dad rock’ what the hell’s that mean?

He’ll have planned this sweet, romantic, night for the both of you. He made dinner, look at him: he’s a provider. You try not to laugh but, it’s cute how he’s trying and in a way? He’s succeeding.

Just because you’re onto his tricks doesn’t mean they’re not working.

Then, he puts on his ‘mood music’ he used to put on in the past when he was romancing the ~ladies~ and oh- your lips purse in your best attempt at not giggling. He’s being so cute and you don’t want to pop his bubble.

He sees it though, as he hands you a glass of wine. “Somethin’ wrong bird?” His confidence is there, a little smirk. He wants to know what’s so funny. You shake your head, eyes cast to the side, as you take a sip of wine.

“Mmmmm- nothing, nothing.” He chuckles and sits down next to you, still acting so smooth. “Come on, out with it luv.” And he leans in close.

He’s so handsome…

Then ‘Let her cry’ by Hootie and the Blowfish comes on and you nearly shoot wine out your nose, turning away from him, choking as you try not to laugh.

He, surprised, helps you calm down, patting your back to help you as you cough. “What’s the matter with you? You makin’ fun of me luv?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You’re embarrassed with yourself. “Oh John… this is so sweet, very romantic.”

“But?” “You need to turn off the divorced dad rock sweet pea, I’m so sorry.” You say with an apologetic wince. “Divorce dad rock? I-“ He looks at his speakers, then back at you. “The bloody hell is that?”

“Nothing we need to discuss right now.” And you reach over, turning it off yourself. He shook his head, “s’long as you’re happy luv.” And he leans in, pressing his nose against yours as he gives you a sweet kiss. Simultaneously pushing you back to lay against the couch….

Next is Soap!:

This dork is smooth, it’s not fair.

Rough housing after you two come home from a cute dinner date, he’s got you by the waist from behind. He’s giving your neck those dramatic kisses, that are so fucking ticklish. You two are so giggly and stupid and you! And neither of you are even drunk… just… happy.

Both of you pause, his chest against your back as you both try and breathe. Get air back in your lungs…. His face tucks in your neck, both of you staring off into space. Both thinking about the same thing but both waiting for the other to say something first.

It’s been about 1 month of dating and you’d both hadn’t done anything yet, just getting to know each other before anything sexual happened. And it’s been *fun.*

He starts the kisses on your neck again, a lot less dramatic and much more sensual. His arms still locked ‘round your waist.

“S’this okay?” You melt a bit into his arms. “Yes.”

He groans, breathing in deeply and gave your ass a deep strong hump that completely jolts you forward. That made your face so fucking hot.

He puts on ‘your body is a wonderland’ by John Mayer and unlike Price? It works. He’s just- it works! It’s cheesy but, unlike Price who’s trying to have a deep, romantic, moment and chose wrong. Soap is giggly, playful and cheeky during sex.

He’s only ‘serious’ when he’s not in a good headspace, like after a long grueling mission… the rest of the time?it’s so giggly and stupid.

Gaz my darling!:

It’s a curated experience that makes you feel like a princess…. With an impending feeling of being the princess of a porn flick.

Because! As romantic, sweet and charming as he is: he’s still a cheeky fucking shit. Boyish charming and sexy aren’t supposed to mix! … right!?

When you two talk about taking the next step and having sex? He grins his pretty grin and bites his lip before kissing your cheek and darting off to ‘plan’

“Wear something pretty luv’” He called to tell you. The look on his face when you do show up dressed all pretty? You’d think you’d hung the stars in the sky…

Hands you flowers, said he got them from this sweet shop his Captain’s wife works at. They’re beautiful… so much thought and care…

That’s what happens the entire night. So much thought and care and effort has been put into this that it makes you teary eyed. He orders for you at the restaurant, orders something from the pastry case to take home and god-

You get back to your apartment and, it’s lit up with fairy lights. He doesn’t do the typical roses and candles, no. Fairy lights, diffuser with warm vanilla and champagne- yeah it’s time to be sweet on him. You’d think he was going to propose or something!!!

Partners give and take. He romanced the hell out of you and made you feel special? Your turn now. He’s going to take everything you give him, even if he’s trembling.

“Love you Kyle.” “Love you too lovie…”

Classical covers of pop songs in the back… it’s romantic and sweet not too giggly not too serious…

Ghost!:

As much as much as Mr Big and Bad wants to pound your ass into the mattress and crack the wall with your headboard? He… he has issues lovie.

He takes the longest to have sex. Why? His trauma. One second he’s horny as hell rabbiting his hips into your butt then the other he does NOT feel like being touched. He feels bad, feels like he’s cheating you out of something but… how can he apologize for something out of his control?

You two have a talk about it because Simon, as much as he hates talking? He doesn’t want to lose a sweetie like you so he grunts out a few words to explain himself. You piece it together and well, what kind of partner would you be if you didn’t have his best interests at heart.

You understand. This man has trudged through hell over broken glass with no shoes. You can handle yourself in private moments until he’s worked through his problems. As long as he promises to work on them. No more dragging his feet in hesitation.

He needs to work on himself, the thought of being able to take that step with you? That helps. He doesn’t tell his therapist that even when the therapist asks him why he’s suddenly taking this seriously and booking appointments properly instead of going to just the mandatory monthly.

He waits until you’re having fun one night, he can hear the ‘bzzz’ of the toy and he creeps in the room. Lays on the bed on his belly between your legs and takes it away from you. Sets it aside. “This okay?”

Oh, it’s more than okay.

The kids in your preschool ask you why you’re limping. Oh look! Uh- we’re finger painting today!

Another one for inappropriate music choice except he doesn’t change it. He tries to nail you to the beat of ‘in the end’ by Linkin Park… he takes you up on your challenge and says yeah? I can change your mind!

#call of duty #cod x reader #john price x reader #tf141 x reader #call of duty x reader #john mactavish x reader #john price #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick

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partycatty · 1 month

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kenshi > read my mind

sitting across the table from your boyfriend at sun do's royal dinner, filling his mind with terrible images...

warnings: ur a horndog, exhibitionism ig, SWITCH KENSHI NATION RISE UP!

notes: this was inspired by @crimsonbubble 's post about kenshi's telepathy... absolute genius... also please pretend he's got sento here or something idfk just bear with me please i'm in heat LMAO. funny side note i had to rewrite this after finishing it to tweak some details, namely that i forgot kenshi CANNOT FUCKING SEE.

[ masterlist ]

• there was a mutual agreement between you and kenshi, no funny business in outworld lest the entirety of earthrealm be damned to your reputation. this was a doable task, you and kenshi were disciplined and well-mannered, like two cute little peas in a very stoic pod.

• however, when you're sat at the long table, syzoth on your left and johnny on your right as you tear apart a roasted bird, you find yourself salivating at the sight of kenshi swirl a glass of red wine with interest. how is it that everything he does is so effortlessly sexy? your chewing slows and you swallow thickly.

• kenshi must have felt your burning gaze, considering his familiarity with it, and his head flicks up to meet yours.

• you look really hot tonight, you try to think as coherently as you can but your mind wanders faster than you can control, and you're envisioning kenshi throwing that roasted bird and glassware to the floor as he fucks you stupid there and then, using your hole as his personal stress relief as he pins you hard to the table. kenshi chokes on his wine, fists clenching as his head tilts downward to avoid staring at you and spiraling his own mind any further.

• the illuminated figures of his friends surrounding kenshi don't seem to pick up on his flushed state, too entranced in their meals to properly notice anything off.

• what's the matter? you toy with him innocently, leaning over the table to tear the leg from the bird and let your breasts spill out and settle atop the table. how he wishes he could see the flush of your skin, the way your outfit compliments your figure so well. don't get too heated, someone will notice.

• you stick your finger in your mouth, sucking away the flavor of the food as you look directly at him with low lids. you had to commit to this, whatever your goal was it surely couldn't have ended well for you.

• there was so much room under the table, a dark part of you snickers as you envision crawling under the table and freeing his surely solid cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and digging your nails into his thigh, reminding him to keep quiet.

• "stop," kenshi mouths at you, shoulders tense as the spirits probe your mind and fill him with evil thoughts. you reach your foot underneath the tablecloth and confirm what you suspected when your sole pressed into his bulge, making him gasp before covering his mouth.

• seems like you don't want me to, you coo into his mind, applying just enough pressure to make him jump. you're all hard and needy for me, aren't you? wish you could just fuck my pretty pussy until i'm nothing more than a drooling mess?

• syzoth is startled by kenshi's thighs bumping the table, brows knitting as he eyes down kenshi's shivery state. "are you alright?" he inquires, tilting his head.

• "no need to worry, syzoth," you insist, while simultaneously conjuring up images of kenshi stuffing his inked fingers so deep in your cunt you cream over them. "kenshi is just a little under the weather as of late."

• your strained grin seems to convince him well enough to drop the subject, turning back to his plate of bugs. your head turns, now grinning at your extremely flustered boyfriend.

• "stop it," he mouths again, squeezing your foot between his thighs. that does nothing, of course, as he immediately is flooded once again with your thoughts of settling between his thighs, squishing your cheek on one while pumping his length with a hand. his throat clears, maybe a bit louder than intended.

• i want you so bad, your lashes flutter, your food a forgotten part of the process. you make me so wet, kenshi, it's so hard to focus when i just want you to use me.

• you giggle to yourself. kenshi's cock is so strained against his dress pants he wondered if he might just pass out or break his zipper. the thoughts of him splitting you open make your own thighs clench, rubbing together to release any tension you'd built. your panties undoubtedly damp, clit throbbing and needy, all of which you project into his head with a sly grin.

• fuck me open on this table, you halfheartedly propose. split me and make everyone know what a whore i am for that dick, pretty boy. i'll ride you so fucking good you won't even remember your own name, is that what you want? you want my thighs around your head when you eat me out? you make me cum so hard, kenshi, you and only you gets me so horny like this, i can barely contain it.

• simultaneously dirty talking through your minds and creating images and scenes that no doubt will send you to hell was far too much for kenshi, especially in public. he stands harshly, his chair screeching against the floor which thankfully draws enough attention away from him to allow him to adjust himself quickly in his pants, tugging his top down further in hopes that somehow, someway his massive cock could be hidden enough.

• "please excuse me," kenshi mutters, bowing deeply. "i believe i am unwell."

• "could we offer you anything?" kitana stands with him, eyes wide with concern. "tea, perhaps—?"

• kenshi bows his head, shaking it slightly. "that won't be necessary princess, though i appreciate it."

• after everyone finishes exchanging funny looks, nobody seems to really notice the sly glint in your eye as your head follows his movements. he walks around the table, having to pass you in the process. his hands sweep behind your hair and cup the back of your neck gently as he leans down to mumble something in your ear. nobody thinks to question the gesture, as it is common knowledge you two were together. what he says though, is so heinous you hope outworld abilities don't include superhearing.

• "you're fucking done for," he mutters, nails digging into the sides of your neck ever so slightly. "you're paying for making me this hard later."

• he pulls away before you could even consider replying, walking off as the click of his dress shoes lessen in volume. the dinner resumes, though johnny leans into your other ear.

• "what's his problem?" johnny asks obliviously, watching kenshi exit. "he's always got a stick up his ass... no offense."

• "none taken," you reply sweetly, turning to face him. "i believe he's just feeling a little sickly."

• "outworld germs?" johnny chuckles, leaning back in his chair. you shrug, looking at the bird again.

• "maybe it was the food."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat smut #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi smut #marley writes ☆

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justalildumpling · 11 months

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⇢ bark but no bite

synopsis: when a little challenge was the thing haechan needed to make his move on you

pairing: haechan x reader genre: best friend to lovers, mutual pining, college au, fluff word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of alcohol, the word ass was used once note: simultaneously simping for lee donghyuck, na jaemin and huang renjun rn pls send help😭😭 also this was written in like 10min of simpery and not proofread i apologise

Idiot.

The words you described your best friend at every drunken gathering and especially the morning after as you watched his obvious sufferings.

This Friday morning was no exception, huffing along with a steaming hot thermo filled with ginger tea you had brewed just a few hours earlier as you stormed up to your group of friends at the bench.

Donghyuck sat slouched over the small wooden table, resting his head between his arms groaning about the pounding elephants in his head. You could tell by his low-effort attire and scruffy hairdo that the boy was heavily reconsidering his actions the evening before.

Not that he was ever going to admit it, with his stubborn competitive ass and all.

You placed the metal bottle down on the table with a clunk, barely catching his dazed attention as you prepared to go on your way to class.

“Is that what I think it is?” You heard Donghyuck gasp from behind.

With a small snort, you turned around to face the boy once again however this time noticing a small light in his eyes, a hopeful smile sparkling at your presence.

“If you’re thinking ginger tea then yes you little pudu, you’re right.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms against your chest.

The sound of his flip-flops slapping down on the pavement cut through the somewhat quiet campus grounds as Donghyuck made his way over to you. It was quite a painful(ly cute) slight to see, with a slight trip every couple of steps as he woefully clutched onto his stomach.

The faint scent of wine lingered on his figure as he engulfed you into a comfortable embrace, comedically sobbing at your kind gestures for his pathetic self.

“Y/N, I will kiss you on the mouth right now.” He bluntly stated, pulling away from your arms.

You blinked at his shamelessness, shrugging away the sudden skip of your heart, “Pfft, are you really?”

Haechan paused, his hands on the tops of your shoulders tightening as his gaze grew more intense.

You could feel your cheeks growing hotter by the minute with the small whispers and gasps from your friends contributing to your flustered state.

But you weren’t going to let the devil incarnate called your best friend know that. No way in hell.

“See? You’re all bark but no bite Lee Donghyuck.”

As his eyes narrowed at your confident (not) state, it was then you remembered his competitive nature.

Donghyuck rarely backed down on a fight, whether it be a stupid debate about dogs having four legs instead of hands or the title of the ‌drunkest at a party or defending you during a stupid rumour in high school, not caring whether it affected his reputation or not.

You remembered the late evenings on your bathroom floor, eyes bloodshot from the incessant crying from the events at school. Donghyuck merely sat on the cold tiles with you, hands soothingly caressing yours, occasionally whispering that everything would be okay, that he would always be on your side.

It was then you accepted your feelings for the boy, the boy who willingly sat for hours on the hard bathroom floors, caring for your pitiful self, eyes puffy, nose red from blowing on the cheap toilet paper whilst crouched into a foetal position.

It was then you realised that there was no one else quite like Lee Donghyuck in the universe, no one cutting it even close. So there began the agonising cycle of your silence about your little secret, dodging both your friend’s prying little eyes and loud mouths and your best friend’s flirty remarks or as you liked to call it, the forbidden apple of the end of your friendship. Until now.

“You want me to bite?” He challenged, stepping closer to lean in, “Cause I can bite if you want me to.”

There remained only a few centimetres between your faces, his eyes occasionally flickering to your lips. Your mouth felt dry, with swallowing becoming more painful by the second.

You shouldn’t keep going, you knew you shouldn’t. Laugh it off as you usually do, flicking his forehead and sauntering off to class. Simple.

But then again, what harm could he do?

“Do it, you won’t.”

With what you expected for him to cackle and push you in the direction of your class, a small smirk laced his face before his hands latched to your waist and his lips met yours.

At first, a burst of peppermint coated your tongue, most probably due to his excessive toothbrushing habits after a night out but after that was warmth. The warmth of his soft lips moulding oh so perfectly against yours, the warmth of his hands burning through the thin material of your T-shirt and the warmth of his smile caught as he pulled away.

“Now who’s the one left without a bark now?” He spoke softly, a smug look overriding his features.

You stood silently with your lips left ajar, barely clutching onto your tote bag as you were left processing his actions.

“Y/N?” Donghyuck called, timidly reaching for your hands once again, “Was that too much?”

“Are you still drunk? You didn’t mean to do that right?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you examined his figure.

The hand that was once reaching for yours slammed against his forehead, letting a low groan, “God woman, do you think I’m that bad?”

“Not gonna lie to you, I do.”

Donghyuck whined, fingers moving to the sides of his head, tugging at the strands frustratedly, “Y/N, although I make a lot of… questionable decisions. I meant that.”

Donghyuck paused, looking over your shoulder at your flabbergasted friend group before turning his attention back to you, “Look, this wasn’t how I wanted things to pan out but I like you Y/N, and I have for a while now.”

You could feel your heart roaring in your ears as the butterflies came rushing down your stomach. The forbidden apple was bitten, yet the pandora’s box remained unopened just like how you wanted things to be.

“You stupid idiot,” You smiled, reciprocating the touch of his hand.

“Well, that’s another way to say that you like me back,” He winked, pulling you by the waist and leaning towards your face, his gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes, “Do you want another kiss for clarity?”

“You know, for a supposedly hungover person, you sure have a lot of left over energy.”

Donghyuck only chuckled, leaning in to peck your lips, “I guess you were the hangover cure I always needed.”

You pushed his forehead with your index finger as you unravelled from his grip, “You’re so- ugh, I have to go to class stupid, I’ll see you later.”

As you sauntered away, you could hear his boisterous laughter from behind.

“See you later love!”

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viviseawrites · 9 months

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you know those words you read but never hear so you make up the way they sound based on how you read them? (for instance, stobin, apparently.) have a pre-season 4 pre-relationship steddie thread about one such word:

steve and eddie don’t exactly hang out, but they get along for the kids’ sake. steve waves from his car when he picks the boys up after hellfire; eddie gives steve a nod when he passes in front of family video to meet dustin at the arcade.

slowly, they graduate to the bare bones of conversation:

“hey.”

“how’s it going?”

“can’t complain. you?”

“same here.”

“yeah. alright, see ya around.”

it changes when dustin invites both of them to his birthday party. steve shows up with robin, and eddie shows up alone, intending to say his hellos and bail. but they get trapped at the snack table by mrs. henderson.

claudia thanks them both profusely for watching out for the kids. they side-eye each other, both embarrassed and simultaneously proud, both a little skeptical even as they try to placate her.

“it’s nothing, mrs. henderson. he’s a good kid.”

“yeah, of course, claudia. it’s not a big deal.”

“no, no, you’ve both done so much!” she insists, pulling them each into a warm hug.

she toddles off after a while to take pictures, and they awkwardly glance at each other until finally eddie breaks the silence. “so, what’s she so grateful to you for?”

steve shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “dustin’s been through some stuff. honestly, i was just kinda there for most of it, but she refuses to believe that.”

“hmm,” eddie says. they fall quiet again, but eddie’s still thinking about it, his plans for leaving forgotten in favor of curiosity. because that feels like a half-truth. “i mean,” he says, catching steve’s eye, “henderson talks you up a lot himself.”

steve looks startled, a flush rising in his cheeks. he scrubs his fingers through his hair, glancing away. “oh.”

“yeah. soooo… what gives? what did steeeeve harrington do to impress the dorkiest, nerdiest kid i’ve ever known?”

steve snorts, then realizes he can’t actually explain. “uh.” he scans the room for robin, hoping she can bail him out, but she and max are kicking a soccer ball at the boys while they yell about it. fuck. hopefully dustin catches onto the lie if eddie ever asks him about it. “a couple years ago, i tried to help dustin find his missing cat, and we got cornered by a… pack of… uh, feral dogs? and—”

eddie snorts and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. steve stares at him. eddie flails a little, helpless, and finally says, “sorry, it’s just. did you say FEARAL?”

steve blinks. “yeah, like wild?”

“it’s feral,” eddie says.

steve thinks about it, then shakes his head. he’s pretty sure about it. “nah, because they’re so crazy they strike fear into you, right? so it sounds like fearal?”

now eddie has to think about it, because that kind of makes sense in a weird way. but no. “yeah, dude, it’s feral, like the fair. so, feral dogs.”

“huh.” he considers this, then shakes his head and crosses his arms like he’s disappointed. “well, that’s stupid,” steve mutters. “fearal sounds better than fairal.”

eddie feels a flash of fondness, against his will. he grins and hides it behind a strand of hair. god, is steve harrington, a douchey but hot ex-jock babysitter, actually cute? the world is so unfair.

he decides then and there to start having real conversations with steve whenever he can, just to see what other adorable slip-ups he might make. because ohhh yeah. eddie is screwed.

#vivisea writes #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i definitely don't pronounce it fearal. anymore.#fun fact: my mom once said penelope as 'pen-eh-lope'#as in rhyming with cantaloupe #so it runs in the family i guess #stranger things #originally a twitter thread

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chouxsardine · 3 months

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Hold Me (1)--- Jake Kiszka x reader

My fic for @seenoversundown 's Valentine's Day Writing Event! I choose the prompt: Play Truth or Dare

Summary: "hold me like you hold your Les Paul, have your way with me the way you play her.” || Your drunk slip-up leads to one of the best Valentine's Day gift you've ever got

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 3547

Warnings (for this part): 18+! Minors DNI, sexual implications, cursing, alcohol, dom Jake/sub reader, guitar kink, bondage, scissors, inappropriate use of guitar strap, pickle slander

Author's note: Remember I said here about a series of improper guitar use fantasy? Well, here's another one! This idea has been circling in my mind for the longest time. Happy Valentine's Day, Enjoy!

🎧: Dirty Little Religion by Warren Zevon

“Come on, y/n, you have to play by the rules. That’s only fair.”

“Oh gosh, please don’t,” you groaned, banging your forehead on the table, regretting every possible decision you have made in the last two hours.

It was a Friday night, Jake and you were throwing your very own drinking party at home. It started out with some innocent cocktails but has somehow soon turned into chugging down straight tequila. To add to the fun, you proposed an impromptu and very informal round Truth or Dare, which, looking back now, was a very bad idea. Yes, your original intention was to fish out some funny anecdotes from Jake, but woe is you—how the tables have turned. Now, you were the one facing the difficult choice between spilling your dirtiest fantasy or drinking a shot of pickle juice.

That dare was definitely devilish, and Jake was setting it up for you to fail. He knew you absolutely can’t stand pickle juice, especially when it’s that bottom-of-the-jar “essence”— evilly green and murky with all the loosened pulp and seeds floating around. Simply one look at it made you sick.

“Pick your poison, darling,” Jake said, making no effort to hide his smirk.

You tentatively reached for the shot glass but immediately gave in as its smell reached your nose. Why trouble yourself? You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t an arousing tingle inside. Simply the way Jake said the word ‘fantasy’ sounds sexy. Talking about the chokehold this man has on you. It was clear that you were fighting a losing battle. To choose something so ghastly over a little spice in the uncharted territory is just straight-up stupid. Plus, you may or may not have had a bit too much to drink. You felt positive that one simple sip of that pickle juice would make you throw up before the alcohol does.

Sensing the silence, Jake’s demeanour changed. He was more than tipsy, yes, but not to the point that it stops him from being attentive to your feelings and reactions. It was a cute, hot little thing he came up with on the spur of the moment that he thought would be fun. It wasn’t meant to put you on the spot. To make you uncomfortable and ruining the moment is the last thing he wanted.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have—”

“I’ve always—”

You opened your mouth simultaneously.

Jake took one look at you and shut up immediately. Your cheeks are flushed, your half-lidded eyes were fixed on him with a familiar look. Your left knee that was previously stretched out was now bent against your chest. Oh.

“Go on.” He whispered.

Fuck it.

“I’ve always felt jealous of your guitar, you know that? Especially when you are away on tour. The way you play it on stage, making all those girls scream for you…And that one time you fucking kissed it to make the vibration like that?” You let out a humourless laugh as your eyes narrowed, “it drives me mad.” The way you accentuate “mad” blurs its meaning, and it makes Jake wonder.

“Mad, huh? Which kind? Mad as in crazy, or mad as in angry?”

The drinking game long forgotten now that it has changed into your worship of Jake. You ignored his question completely as you continue. The words coming out much easier and at a faster pace.

“Or the way you slap it, the way you hold its neck and rock it,” all the images and videos you’ve seen are alive in your mind, overlaying with the sight of Jake right before your eyes, “the way you make her whine and scream.”

Jake’s heart skips a bit at the change of pronoun.

“Did you ever get hard while doing that?” You set down the glass on the table, got down on your hands and knees, crawling towards Jake until you were by his feet. “I bet you did. How can you not?” Jake beckoned and you straddled his lap in one swift motion, holding his face. Your eyes were glassy, your pupils dilated. “That’s when I get so jealous and….and insecure.” Jake frowned at that last word. He never thought of that.

“That’s when I wish I was there, waiting for you backstage. I want to kiss you and tell you how amazing you look up there because you deserve it,” with that, you studied Jake’s face intensely through your droopy eyes before defeatedly dropping your head onto his shoulder, your words muffled and slurred,“hell, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“I will if you tell me,” Jake tempted.

You pulled back, staring down at him. You caressed his cheek, your fanned breath tickling the loose strands of hair that frame his face. To Jake, you feel like a warm dessert soaked in bourbon; you looked…delicious. It was the same kind of primal desire that shares the same origin with hunger, the wild biological needs fuming. All your shame and self-consciousness unraveled by the alcohol, coming off like a corset with its ribbons pulled.

“I want you to tie me up with your guitar strap,” your eyes closed at how good it felt finally having those words freed from your mind, “I want you to hold me like you hold your Les Paul, have your way with me the way you play her.”

Jake’s jaw hung open. Damn, alcohol does makes people open up. He was not expecting you to say that and was also not expecting himself finding it so incredibly hot. Practically, whiskey dick, but mentally, he was so hard. Before he could come up with a decent response, your head dropped down again, this time with a heavier thud, and he could feel your breathing change.

“Y/n?”

No response.

He was so glad you finished that last sentence before passing out.

That was some weeks ago and you only had vague memories of the night. You knew that you must have spilled some crazy shit because since then, on several occasions, you have caught Jake staring at you. Well, it’s not like he can keep his eyes off you very often, but you can tell this is different. He would have his thumb and index fingers rubbing his chin, looking deep in thought as if composing a riff, except that his eyes are on you, and there is a predatory smugness that keeps you at your feet.

“For fucks sake, Jake. You’re doing it again! Why are you glaring at me like that?” You have tried fishing it out of him more than once.

“Secret” and a wry smile were the answers you got every time.

Luckily, he didn’t keep you waiting for too long; it was only a few days later when you finally get to find out about it.

Neither Jake nor you are the type of people who would go overboard on Valentine’s Day. In the past, it has always been a cute dinner date followed by a night that is both sweet and spicy. You could tell Jake is up to something this time. He’s been dropping subtle (or so he thought) hints throughout the day.

Evening was fast approaching. You opted for staying in and cooking. Jake made an amazing chicken piccata. (He even used heart-shaped pasta!) Dinner was quick and delicious, Warren Zevon’s record was playing in the background as you did the dishes. A pair of arms wraps around your waist as you turn off the faucet. Jake’s curls tickle your skin. He is humming to the song, and it takes you a second to realize that he was humming along with the record to the lyrics of Dirty Little Religion.

“I have a gift for you, sweetheart.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, as if his intentions couldn’t be clearer. But who says you aren’t equally (or perhaps more) excited?

“Oh love, you’ve been so good to me all day, how could I ask more from you?” You sound innocent, as if completely unaware of the implications.

“M’not asking. I’m offering. My good girl deserves all my loving.” Jake replies slyly.

Jake calling you good girl will always make you knees go weak. You turn around in his embrace and willingly accept his affectionate kiss on the lips before pulling open the dishwasher. ‘Fine. I’ll just finish up here real quick, okay?”

“Of course, and when you do, come downstairs and find me.”

You quirk your eyebrows. “Downstairs, huh?” It looks like he does has some ideas.

“And you better hurry up, sugar.” He gives you a teasing smack on the butt before turning on his heels.

Downstairs means his studio. Your steps are a bit wobbly as you reach the bottom of the stairs and your fingers shiver as they come into contact with the cool metal of the doorknob. Calm down, y/n, you could be getting all riled up over nothing; knowing that couldn’t be further from the truth, your attempt to calm down sounds pathetic. Throughout your relationship with Jake, the last thing this man ever did was disappoint. And if your nose serves you right, you detect a faint smell of magnolia in the air—the scent that was only reserved for certain occasions. God, what has Jake been planning?

On a second thought, you retrieve your hand from the doorknob, choosing to gently knock three times. A gut feeling tells me that the man of the other side of the door would prefer some manners tonight.

“Come in.”

You push the door open. The room is warm and well-lit, looking the same as usual. Jake is sitting in his Corbusier-style leather chair in the corner, fingers steepling together.

“Hmmmm, a girl with courtesy I see. Very well.” Jake commends.

Bingo. You smile coyly. Your praise kink almost made you curtsy to him.

“Already so good, perhaps I have to find something else to reward you with on top of your gift,” Jake says thoughtfully as he approaches you and pulls you in for a kiss, “but first, my princess deserves to live out her fantasy.”

Fantasy? The way Jake says it gives the word a familiar twang that triggers something in your brain. Your mind is racing as it flips through memories from the past few weeks. Looking around you, most of Jake’s guitars are hanging on the wall instead of resting on the stand. A rather odd thing for him to do. And every guitar on the wall has the strap attached, hanging below them and casting snake-like shadows on the wall.

Then it kicks in. Memories of that Truth or Dare night rushes back to you. Your drunken words replay themselves in your mind, clear and loud: “I want you to tie me up with your guitar strap.”

“Oh, Jake, you didn’t—” Your hands fly up to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Oh, but I do,” Jake laughs, taking your hands in his and thumbing them in soothing circles, “no need to be shy, love. There’s nothing shameful about having desires; it’s a very human thing to do.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I’m so happy that you feel comfortable enough to share it with me,” Jake smile reassuringly, “and I find it hot beyond words.”

Your eyes shot up at him upon hearing it, and Jake’s gaze tells you that he is being honest. Seeing that you’ve relaxed, Jake leads you to stand right in front of his guitar display, his hands resting steadily on your shoulders.

“I’ll let you take your pick, doll. Whichever one that has the honour to have caught your eyes.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like a child in a candy store. This is not the time to get overwhelmed. Your eyes first travel greedily between the guitars, linger over their smooth curves, then you divert to the straps. Jake’s signature ’61 Les Paul SG is standing tall and proud in the middle, paired with the most often seen thin leather strap in back. Moving further right is his SG Classic with the Pinegrove brown padded strap from earlier days, and there’s the black one with the broader shoulder pad which was once used to hold a double-neck but now used on his Coodercaster. You picture them laying over Jake’s shoulder, the way they strain and slacken with his movement, the umbilical cord between his body and his creation. You also imagine the what they would look and feel when wrapped around your waist. The slightly nervous you is inching towards the brown strap—it looks so comforting with its suede texture and its wrinkled surface, and its also wider, therefore leaning towards a cuff rather than a rope when tied; however, the bolder voice obviously prefers the black one—classy, timeless, direct and succinct like a command. It’s thinner, so it might cut into your skin if you are squirming too much (which you definitely will), but isn’t that what you are after? Isn’t that the gist—pleasure mixed with pain?

Jake is being unexpectedly patient, giving you all the time you need to take it in as he resumes his previous position in the chair, admiring your predicament from afar.

“I want that one.” You blurt out finally, pointing at his black strap.

The look on Jake’s face made you suspect that he has known what you’d choose all along.

“Nice choice.” Jake comments, stepping forward to remove the strap from the guitar. You know it’s most likely in your head, but the strap looks different the second that it was detached from the instrument; now wrapped around Jake’s palm, it looks more powerful, it looks like it is determined to serve its intended purpose well for tonight.

“Now go upstairs.”

This time, the command is brusque.

Oh, so the studio is not the final destination. You feel like being on a scavenger’s hunt, following all the clues and getting more snd more excited and impatient by the second. You can’t tell if you are disappointed or relieved that you are not doing…well, whatever Jake intends to do with you…in his studio.

You hands are already touching the door when you heard him again:

“While you are up there, princess, do yourself a favour and strip down to your bra and panties.”

You gasp, but chose not to turn around.

“Yes,” you murmur just loudly enough for him to hear you, “Sir.”

Upstair in your shared bedroom, you do not know how to position your body. You are naked except for your underwear, but the room still seems too hot. You tried laying in bed in a sultry pose—too pretentious, for fuck’s sake, you’ re not shooting porn. You sat down but you kept hugging your knees to yourself—you don’t want Jake to mistake that as reluctance. You are just a bit jittery. God knows how long you’ve been fantasizing this. You tried sitting on the ottoman, but the leather kept sticking to your bum, and it wouldn’t take long before you start sweating and leaving a shame-filled imprint on the seat. You’ve always wanted this, and it’s Jake, there’s nothing to be nervous about, just do what feels best.

Alright, alright.

Following the voice in your heart, you find yourself dropping down to your knees, kneeling on the plush beige rug by the bed. You have your back against the bedroom door. You know it would be impossible for you not to look at Jake’s reaction the moment he see you in this pose, but you are also not sure if you are ready to take that reaction. To you, for now, kneeling feels the most right. For you and Jake, the dom/sub thing in bed is never explicit. Sure, he enjoys you calling him Daddy from time to time and you definitely have got him all whiny and teary for more than once, but this would be the first time that you will be trying restraints. You guess you have always had this fantasy—there’s just something about Jake and his guitar that makes your knees buckle. You are secretly thankful for your drunk slip-up, because you are not sure if you will have the courage to stare into his eyes and say those words sober, even though you know that Jake would never judge you.

The sound of the door opening interrupts your thought. The room is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, and you are holding your breath. Therefore, even without looking, you are positive that Jake hitches his breath when he sees you. You regret a little for facing away from him. Now you want to see his expression.

“Don’t move.” As if reading your mind, Jake orders. You straighten your back. Jake approaches until he is standing right behind you.

“What a good girl.”

Something touches you. You quickly realize Jake is using the bended strap to trace random patterns on your back. You feel the looped end of the strap at your cervical spine before it circles around your scapula, from where it travels down along your spine all the way to your hipbone, dipping a little into the elastic band of your panties. Jake watches the involuntary contraction of your muscles as they react to the touch, feeling satisfied as he sees the fine hairs on the back of your neck slightly perk up.

You just breathed a sigh of relief when you feel the smooth leather again, this time reaching in front and tracing your clavicle. It stops at the little indentation between the bones, right beneath your throat and inches upwards to your chin, tilt it upward, then finding leverage on the left side of your jaw, Using it to turn your head back.

You run straightforward into Jake’s eyes, which are now the colour of melted chocolate. The dark, mesmerizing, 80% cocoa type.

Your pouty lips and puppy eyes are silently begging him for a kiss. Jake indulges, catching your bottom lip between his teeth slightly as his pulls away.

“Already tasting so sweet, angel.”

Aside from the praise, the tenderness in his tone is unvarnished. This is the voice he uses whenever he checks up on you. This is a sign that you are about to have the talk—the sweet conversation with a fraction of awkwardness before you two try out anything new that gives consent and sets up rules and boundaries.

“I…I really want this.” You pre-empt.

“That’s good to hear,” Jake chuckles. Now he has came around, sitting face to face with you. What looks like a wash bag laying beside his knees. What? He has gone and got a bag for this? You wonder what the hell he has got in there.

“I know it’s been a minute, but do you still remember our safe word?”

“Yes. It’s ‘soundcheck’.” You answer, peeling your eyes away from the bag. The safe word was something you two has settled early on in your relationship. Neither of you has been in a position that requires the use of it, but the simple fact that such a word exists and you are comfortable using it when the situations calls for is reassurance for both sides.

“Good. Use it if you need to. Since we are trying something new today, I suggest we add on to it a bit more,” Jake holds your gaze steadily as you nod, “we are going with colours. Green means all good and continue; yellow means pause, say it if you feel like it’s too much, we will take a break, check in, work things out, and you decide if you want to keep going; red is the big ‘no-no’, say it and everything, I mean everything, stops immediately, no question asked. Copy?”

“Yes, green to go, yellow to pause, and red to stop.” You repeat it back, knowing Jake always requires a clear response at this point. This is starting to sound like those naughty romance novels, although you have a secret feeling that what you’re about to experience is going to be so much better.

“Clever girl,” Jake unzips the bag and takes out a pair of scissors, showing them to you, “these are safety shears. I feel like they’re necessary if I am tying you up today. They are medical grade and they cut through everything. Whatever the reason you need out of the restraints, they get you the quick release. ”

He places the scissors in your hands. You hold on to it, finding its curved blade and matte handle consoling. “Now listen up, if it comes to that,” Jake speaks slowly, his index finger tapping your naked skin with each accentuated word, “I will cut the strap. I don’t care how long I’ve had it or how much it costs. They are nothing compared to your safety. Do you hear me, love?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand.” You heart melts at how serious he is taking this. You knew he must’ve done his research. The colour system and all. “Thank you, Jake.”

“No need to thank me for keeping you safe, doll,” Jake squeezes your hand gently, “now, are we ready?”

Part 2 out now

Yeah! you made it! Thank you SO MUCH for reading :))

any comments and feedbacks are greatly welcomed and deeply appreciated. I've never done a taglist before....does anyone want to be tagged for part 2?

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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im gonna fight this app istg-

Okay so-

Sev with:

Bimbo/goth reader, mute reader, thick thighed reader, reader with glasses, reader who can beat her at cards, (insert animal) hybrid reader, scientist reader, milf reader, Cheshire cat-like coded reader (I can explain that if u don't get it lol <3), and street racer reader

(this is all my brainrot lol enjoy and be aggressively gay<3)

☁️🍄

cloud anon!!! i'm so glad ur ask finally got thru! i have many thoughts on many of these...

men and minors dni

sevika and mute reader would be so fucking cute, because sevika's already a woman of few words. she'd love learning sign language to talk to you, being able to communicate even across the busy bar, able to talk shit about people right in front of them. she'd adore it.

sevika would die for a thunder-thighed reader. like, she's got some thick thighs herself, but on her girl? she'd never be able to take her hands off you. (or her mouth. or her teeth.)

she'd be simultaneously turned on and pissed off if you beat her at cards. if it happened more than once? she'd consider quitting forever. (she's just glad she's losing to someone so fucking hot-- not one of the slimy guys she usually plays with.) after beating her like 5 or 6 times in a row, she'd be unable to call it 'luck' anymore, and would concede to your superior skills. (then she'd ask you out, and beg you to teach her how the fuck you got so good.)

sevika and milf reader! she'd be certain she doesn't want kids, until she meets you. when she finally meets your kids? she'd swear they're the cutest things in the world. you know the meme that's like 'i've only had this puppy for two days, but if something happened to it i'd kill everyone in this room and then myself' -- that's sevika meeting your kids. (also, she'd always call you a milf. any chance she can get. she'd buy all those stupid t-shirts and bumperstickers that say i <3 milfs too lmaoo)

ok streetcar racer reader!?? sevika would think you're the hottest thing she's ever seen. if you ever take her for a ride, she'd be shitting herself the entire time-- horrified by your speed, but incredibly turned on by your skill. she's totally an adrenaline junkie, so you can bet your ass she's fucking you in the backseat once you finally park.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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pakenma · 1 year

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Annoying things they do

Characters: akaashi, bokuto, konoha, tsukishima, hinata, kuroo, hanamaki

Genre: Fluff. not proofread if you see mistakes no you don't.

✰Akaashi : Gets away with literally anything by batting his pretty long eye lashes at everyone and you're stuck standing there like a fool and everyone is like hmm so sad how poor little akaashi is influenced by her. What a naive little boy. It's actually both of your brains creating that stupid idea but he finds a way to weasel himself out of it.

✰Bokuto: Takes showers that are too long and always uses all the hot water so every time you shower it's freezing. Apologies and forgets so he does it all again. Other times he decides to wash the dishes or put his clothes in the washing machine so you're still in the shower with icy water.

✰Konoha: Texts too many people simultaneously while watching a video and doesn't bother pausing his video. Has accidently sent the wrong message to you countless of times and doesnt even realise. When you ask why he wants to know what rika from class 3's shampoo smells like he's not even ashamed just says "lol sorry" and scrolls a few messages up to continue the actual conversation.

✰Tsukishima: Can be real bad at communicating, he'll come up to your house all dressed and gets mad when he sees you in pjyamas and is like what about our date and youre like "?what? We didnt schedule one." Then he realises...he forgot to tell you he's taking you out today...turns away and just silently leaves and you're like "???"

✰Hinata: he insists that you two always have lunch together so if you're revising notes while eating, he'll just pick up a pen and start doodling and forget that he's drawing flowers and your and his initials on BORROWED NOTES and both of you get so embarrassed.

✰Kuroo: likes to hold you, doesn't have to be your hand, he just wants to be in your presence and in your space. Sometimes rests his arm on your shoulders or puts his chin on your head and kisses your crown. It's all cute until he leans his body weight on you as a joke and both of you scream as he topples you over. Then he's a blushing and apologising mess.

✰Hanamaki: literally the worst person in the chat. He sneaks pictures of you when you aren't looking and they're all bad ex, you caught mid sneeze. Edits them like they're memes and has the audacity to USE them in his group chat and uses them to react to you as well. Has a collection for all his friends.

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Creepy Tenko part 5

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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hmm ok ok 🦨 skunknon here i will share mean brother seungie thots just for you <33 ummm possible TW for real incest i think. i got a little carried away LOL o_o um.. please lmk if this is too far. or you can post it under a cut…

wearing tiny shorts and loose tank tops around him under the guise of it’s too hot! or i don’t like the way tight clothes feel on my skin… he’ll berate you for being so slutty and every time you’ll brush off his words like you don’t care, but you secretly like the way your mean brother calls you names for showing off your body when there’s men in the house ><

the way he scoffs at you and says “you look like a fucking slut” when you walk past him lying on the couch through your shared living room to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a loose spaghetti strap top and skimpy shorts just to rile him up since you know he’ll degrade you for parading around the house nearly half naked. rolling your eyes and groaning out a “whatever, seungmin” but feeling your cunt pulse and get wet at his mean words. you wish your stupid brother would take a hint already and fuck you stupid on his cock!

oh but little do you know he’s fisting his cock to the image of slutting out his perverted baby sister almost every night when he hears your muffled whines of “seungie, seungie!” with the buzz of your toy or the shlick-shlick sounds of your fingers fucking in and out of your soaked pussy through the thin walls! wants nothing more than to bust in your room and fuck you dumb on his dick :(

the next morning you’re standing in the kitchen waiting for your coffee to brew, leaning against the counter in a little baby tee and cute panties that mold to your pussy soo perfectly. all seungmin wanted was some coffee too but he can definitely think of something else to wake him up… especially when he sees you greet him with a sleepy smile and a cute “g’morning seungie” ohhh he’s had enough of your shit

both hands on the countertop on either side of your frame, caging your body in front of him and looking up at him in shock when you feel his clothed cock pressing into your mound because despite all your teasing, you never thought your brother would actually make a move on you… but this is what you wanted, right?

you’re still in shock when he squishes your cheeks together and starts humping his erection on your clothed pussy asking, “this what you wanted? huh?” before you can respond he lands a swift smack on your cheek, your brows furrowing and mouth parting in disbelief at your brother using your body and slapping you around to get himself off.

“wanna walk around the house ‘n get treated like a free use slut?” another smack. your pussy gushes at his crude tone and the harsh slaps he’s landing on your face, but all you can do is nod and babble, “yesyesyes! wan’ you to use my body, seungie.” you try to angle your hips so his cock can rub against your clit through your panties, but he’s quick to manhandle you so your back is facing him and he can pull his dick out of his sweats and rut against your ass instead.

“stupid whore,” he tsks, making you whine when he simultaneously lands a hard smack to your ass. “you think you deserve to feel good? hm?” you already feel so dumb, the way he’s degrading you and the feeling of precum leaking from his tip onto the dip of your back and your panties every time he humps you. his question goes unanswered, save for the little whimpers slipping out of your mouth.

he leans forward and pulls your hair so his mouth is right next to the shell your ear. you can feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers more vulgar words into your skin. “you’re fucking filthy, you know that? slutting yourself out to your own fucking brother. do you know how disgusting that is?” he should feel just as disgusting for getting off on his sister, but why is it so wrong if it feels so good?

it pushes him over the edge when you tell him “mmf—‘m filthy only for you seungie! your filthy puppy, please use me to cum!” he ruts faster n faster and his mind replays you saying you’re his filthy puppy over n over, then he’s groaning and jerking his cock until he’s shooting hot cum all over your back. fisting his cock and emptying his entire load onto your back, so much cum that it drips down to the crack of your ass.

he’ll pull back and tuck his softening dick back into his sweats, delivering one last spank to your ass before saying, “go clean yourself up. you disgust me.”

okay juno now i can’t stop thinking about daddy daughter with channie please you’re melting my brain.. please share any thoughts you have on that PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA- (explodes and dies)

- 🦨 why’d i kind of eat this wait skunknon blog coming soon

THE BLOG BETTER BE CALLED SKUNKIEGOESWILD. ALSO TOTAL TW BUT REMEMBER GUYS THIS IS JUST FICTION AND WE ARE SOOOO FUCKED UP HERE!!!

annnnddd i briefly touched on this earlier butttt i love love love the idea of STEP DADDY chan and ur his cute lil stepdaughter… maybe he’s a producer, acting all dilfy and working from home n ur his innocent YET LEGAL!!! baby. well, maybe not so innocent…

you’re so frustrated!! you’ve got this stupid fucking feeling between your legs, and it just won’t go away. you google it, only to find out they’re saying it’s a uti. but it doesn’t hurt, it just feels really funny, so what is it? you definitely know, but maybe you can fool chan into thinking you don’t.

you need something, and it’s then you remember that your lovely stepdad is working from home… you could ask him to help you figure it out? your mother is out at work herself, after all.

you’re stood at the door to his home studio, staring at him with your head tilted to the side. “daddy?”

he perks up, turning to you with an immediate smile. you know you look cute. you’re in your cutest shortie pyjamas that he got you last christmas. “what is it, baby?”

“sorry,” you pout, walking over to him. his track is still open, and although you can’t make sense of it, you blink at it anyway. “i interrupted you.”

“not at all, sweet girl,” he pulls you onto his lap, and you wiggle to try and get comfortable. he pinches your side, as if he’s chiding you. “what’s up? did’ya need something?”

you bite your lip, trying to think of the best way to tell him. when you look at him properly, he looks more well rested than usual, but still with messy curls on the top of his head and a five o’clock shadow forming around his thick lips. when his hand goes to your thigh, the tingling sensation comes back in full force. “i… it’s weird, but i have a question.”

he hums. “you can ask me anything.”

“my… between my legs,” you blurt, and chan furrows his eyebrows. “it feels weird. like a tingly, odd feeling, and it won’t go away. what is it?”

chan blinks, his lips parting. “wh- okay. okay. um, does it hurt at all?”

you fiddle with his fingers on your thigh, and he lets you avert your eyes to your lap. “no. is’just weird. what do i do?”

“okay,” chan throws his head back against the chair, his eyes shutting as he groans. “can i… baby, can i touch you there? just g’ta check something.”

“there?!” you shriek. “between my legs? on my… y’know?!”

chan finds it in himself to chuckle, nodding. “i just need to check something. i promise you, it’s important.”

you’re hesitant, but you let your legs fall apart on your stepfather’s lap anyway. your chest is heaving, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you that chan’s eyes fall to your breasts. does he… find you attractive? you wouldn’t be lying if you said you’d had the biggest crush on him, even thought about him now and again in a romantic sense - that’s how the weird feeling had started, after all. you’re still shocked he hadn’t figured it out.

his hands go between your thighs. your shorts are riding up, and he bypasses them completely to run one finger over your pussy. it makes you jolt, but he holds you down by your legs with his spare hand.

chan scoffs. “i think you knew what it was,” he doesn’t sound angry, only in disbelief. “you came to my studio in those cute pyjamas, no underwear on underneath, and a dripping wet pussy. you’re dirty, aren’t you?”

you blink, and then you’re grinning. so he had worked it out. “maybe i am. maybe i’m so dirty, i played this whole charade just to get my daddy to touch me. is that fucked up?”

“oh, it’s so fucked up, baby,” chan murmurs, eyes trained on your lips. you shift on his lap, wrapping your arms around my neck. “but i think i like fucked up, so maybe i’ll touch you until you’re begging me to stop.”

#juno’s asks ♡#🦨 anon 💌#asks: channie #incest rp kink!

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fizzingwizard · 2 months

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my curse: "Gee I wonder what my old buddy Nightcrawler's up to in 2024? hmm let's check around and see -"

"... why did i look why did i look why"

Seriously why does Marvel do this? I won't deny that Nightcrawler fans like to joke about the tail thing. For the kinkier ones, it's maybe not as much of a joke too. (But - it still is. Y'all know that right. Real people don't have tails. Anyway, you're welcome to make fun of this, as long as I eventually see some dudebro extra show up and ICly ask Colossus about his giant metal wang.)

Women hitting on Nightcrawler and being overtly sexual towards him in a way that would be pretty creepy IRL isn't a new thing in the comics. It's weird, but even though it reads as creepy, it's intended to show that despite looking like a gargoyle, Nightcrawler is hot and can attract girls and is totally an authentic superhero. It's complimentary creepiness 9_9 I don't take issue with that because that is superhero comics, everyone is horny all the time, and attraction is inexplicable. Basically it boils down to "I've got lips/ And I've got lips/ Let's get together and use those lips"

However. In the Draco, we got Jubilee, who was like 18 at the time, complimenting a naked and extremely distressed Nightcrawler on his, uh, junk. His reaction amounted to "..." Then a couple years ago, we got a... demonically possessed?? Illyana - whose age is a fucking mystery, she's not a teen anymore, probably Kitty's age, but anyway she's young - hitting on Nightcrawler as well. Once again he's brilliantly "..." about it. And now we've got this girl. I don't know how old she's meant to be, but she's written to sound like a young chatterbox - while being blonde and buxom and dressed like a Hooters waitress. "OH EM GEE" she spells out vocally??? Then exoticizes him, then asks him sexual questions???

There's definitely a way to comment on the invasiveness of fans who feel entitled to any detail no matter how personal about someone famous. But must it be through teenage girls you purposely drew to be hot and stupid? And I'm being generous by even suggesting that's what the intent here is. I think it's way more likely this is just another version of the "complimentary creepiness" shtick, only made more awful by the like twenty year age gap (I guess Crawler was aged down with everyone else but come on do any of us feel that's real in any sense). You get to lust after this girl while hating her simultaneously for being everything wrong with young women. Who is this for? They can't imagine it's for Nightcrawler's female fans. They can't be that obtuse. It's obviously for the boys.

So then the question is, what is there for the female fans? Because having female fans is kind of something Nightcrawler's known for. And any time something happens to a character - or a story - that the bros don't like, they blame the change on pandering to female fans. On feminism. On reverse sexism. But please someone sit down and explain to me how it's pandering to us female fans to write our favorite character like a tongue-tied himbo ("uh... um... uh..." wow crawler you smooth criminal! it's really obvious you've been a grown ass man since the 70s) while simultaneously insulting our entire gender as vapid nymphos?? Several times???

gosh. next time please just let crawler react by saying "sister you've got boundary issues and should be hitting on someone your own age goodbye." honestly this shit wasn't even cute when Claremont did it and he gets a pass on everything

#xmen #nightcrawler

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Freddy freemanx reader friends to lovers with a cute confession

Probably not the cutest of confessions but still I hope it’s worth the read at the very least. 🦦

It was a relaxing evening in Philadelphia and you made sure to make the most of it by hanging out in the shared room of your friend Freddy and his brother Billy.

‘Have you heard about that theory that the reason they stopped fighting was because their mothers shared the same name…’ you dropped your phone onto Freddy’s bed, ‘how shitty would that be if this turns out to be true? That’s like if you and Billy were to stop fighting because you’ve remembered that you’re both orphans.’ You looked over at him to see that the boy’s face was a spitting image of the disbelief that must’ve been painted across your face. ‘Bull-fucking-shit, who’d ever upvote that theory?’ Freddy said as he leaned over your shoulder to pick up your phone to skim through the Reddit page called ‘R/Heroic Hot Takes.’ Or HHT for short.

‘Dunno.’ You shrugged. ‘I would take it with a grain of salt though because the same dude has said stupid shit like this before by claiming that Aquaman fucks fish and that Wonder Woman was sleeping with the likes of both Superman and Batman simultaneously behind the others back.’ You watched as Freddy’s eyes scanned the screen of posts, with each one that he read the more discouraged he became in delving further as he soon put your phone back down onto the bed and sat back in his place against the headboard, running his hands down his face; groaning. ‘If those posts are worth an ounce of their salt, then I’d rather die from a sodium overdose.’

You chuckled at your friends distress and reached a hand to firmly pat his knee, all the while offering him a faux look of sympathy. ‘Aww don’t do that!’ You began as Freddy dropped his hands to his lap as he casted his eyes your way, brows raised to his hairline, as he waited with a unfamiliar look upon his face that immediately vanished with your next words, ‘who would I bother after you die? Billy? I love him but I wouldn’t dare to even try and make a joke with him. Besides, I’d rather annoy my best mate for the rest of my life then not at all.’ It didn’t take you long for realise that Freddy was expecting you to say something else from the slump in his shoulders and the humourlessly laugh that left his lips. Naturally it made you worry.

The smile slipped off your face, ‘what’s wrong Freddy?’

‘Nothing.’ He said shorty, mentally punching himself for letting his fantasies mingle with his reality. You weren’t going to say those words he’s dreamt you saying to him anytime soon and he’d just be better off in accepting the fact that he’ll be nothing other then mate to you. Always the bridesmaid but never the bride or however that quote goes. You furrowed your brows in concern as you shuffled yourself so that you were sat next to him against the headboard, your hand moving from his knee to hold his hand, intertwining your fingers and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

‘C’mon Freddy,’ you uttered softly, ‘you can tell me anything. I’m your friend.’

‘That’s the problem.’ Freddy muttered under his breath, thinking you didn’t hear but you very much did unfortunately. You tore your hand from his, the loss of your warmth jolted you friend into looking over at you with a look of concern himself. ‘What do you mean by that,’ you asked, ‘what do you mean by ‘that’s the problem?’ Do you not want to be my friend anymore? Have you grown bored of me?’ Seeing how you were slowly pulling yourself away from him out of fear, Freddy knew he had to think quickly before irreparable damage was done to your friendship.

‘That’s not what I meant! That was taken completely out of context! He cried as he grasped your hand, dragging you back next to him as you looked at him wearily. ‘Then enlighten me Freddy, what did you mean when you said that since it was ‘taken out of context.’ You used quotation marks for the last part, still feeling a little hurt at the thought that Freddy didn’t want you in his life anymore despite everything you’ve been through together. It didn’t feel like something your Freddy would say, or ever say but being faced with the reality that those words did in fact leave his lips; you were uncertain of where to go should this go where you assumed it was going.

‘What I meant by that was,’ Freddy took a deep breath to settle his nerves, ‘was that I don’t want us to be friends anymore,’ he then mustered the courage to look into your heartbroken eyes, which made the tightness in his throat even worse to swallow, ‘I want us to be so much more then that. I want us to be ya know…together romantically.’ Freddy’s voice cracked towards the end, causing him to mentally cringe but once he heard the sound of your laughter, the embarrassment slipped away, replacing it with a sense of hope. A feeling of which that only grew when you held his face in your hands, thumbs brushing across his cheeks as his reached to hold you there.

‘Wanna elaborate on that sweetheart?’ You asked, voice barely above a whisper, a smitten smile spread across your lips, bringing forth a warmth to Freddy chest as a goofy smile alights his face. ‘I wouldn’t know where to start but then again even if I could find a solid starting point, it wouldn’t come close to fully conveying how happy you’ve made this sad little boy… so very happy.’ He stated, stopping briefly to admire your features that were beaming with happiness so brightly that he wouldn’t mind it being the last thing he saw before loosing sight permanently. ‘You’ve stood by me when I thought myself hopeless, broken and a burden to everyone. Yet you,’ he stops again to chuckle, bringing his tongue o it to wet his suddenly dry lips.

‘You didn’t see any of that, you didn’t see me as a someone who was completely incapable of doing anything on his own. You saw me, Freddy freeman, as me and that would’ve been enough to have me hook, line and sinker but no, you continued to prove that I was far removed from the broken toy I believed myself to be and instead someone who had all the power in his finger tips to do anything he sets his mind to…but the one thing I ever wanted…was you.’ Freddy gushed your reaction, ‘and I do have you, just not in the way I’d like but I’d respect your wishes if that’s not what you want-‘ Freddy was about to finish his speech but was cut off when you drug him by his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips; effectively shutting him up.

The kiss was hardly perfect but it’s not like either of you minded, all that mattered to you at that point was that both you and Freddy finally got what you both had been pinning for after suffering so long in fear of rejection and uncertainty. It was the most perfectly imperfect kiss you’ll ever had but that’s what gave it the most character as you both laid upon his bed, lost within one another as a few more sweet but short kisses were shared before pulling away to press your for heads against one another; goofy smiles spread across your lips as the cosy, warm feeling had yet to exit your bodies.

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #Shazam imagines #Shazam imagine #Shazam x reader #Shazam x you #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfic #freddy freeman imagines #freddy freeman imagine #freddy freeman x reader #freddy freeman x you #freddy freeman fic #freddy freeman fanfic

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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RE8 women get pregnant by Y/N: Bela

18+ Minors DNI

Y/N knocking up Alcina’s precious first born? Pure chaos lol. I love Bela, she’s so sweet (And hot). This was so fun to write. Let’s get into it!

Bela and Y/N had started off as a forbidden tryst. Y/N was a servant (One of Alcina’s favorite), however, Bela was scared Alcina would kill Y/N in a fit of anger if she found out about their relationship, so she tearfully broke it off. It was the only way for her to secure Y/N’s safety.

Bela was heartbroken. The one person she had ever fallen for, and she couldn’t have them.

Y/N surprised Bela, though. They stupidly asked her (Very deadly) mother for permission to court Bela, knowing the full dangers of what they were requesting.

When Y/N knocked on Bela’s bedroom door that night with flowers and explained what they did, she was simultaneously thrilled and pissed off at Y/N for taking such a big risk. She pulled Y/N in for a kiss before she berated them for their foolish actions.

Alcina was actually delighted that Y/N and Bela were dating. She valued Y/N greatly and she only wanted the best for her daughter.

Y/N was a bit of a troublemaker and often got affectionately scolded and yelled at by Bela. The eldest daughter gave Y/N rules for a reason, if they broke the rules, they would have to answer to her.

Bela’s favorite thing to do was curl up with Y/N and read out loud to them. Y/N couldn’t even tell you what the current book was about, but they loved the sound of Bela’s voice. Y/N often took this opportunity to feel Bela up a bit. Sometimes, this turned Bela on, other times, she would smack Y/N’s hands away and complain about how they weren’t listening to her. It was a risk Y/N was willing to take.

Sex with Bela was the best. She was so happy and carefree. She frequently let Y/N take the lead.

One morning, Bela made Y/N help her organize some books in the library. It was a punishment for something stupid they did a few days prior. Y/N didn’t mind. Any time they could spend with Bela was precious. They had a feeling Bela also just wanted to spend time with them… They were right. Bela loves just being around Y/N. Their simple presence calms and comforts her.

Y/N tried their best to stay focused on the task… However, Bela’s butt sure looked cute when she reached up to grab more books.

“Y/N, could you hand me that-” Bela froze when she felt Y/N press themself into her back. She let out a soft whine and cursed herself for getting so hot and bothered by the sensation of Y/N’s body pushing against her.

“I’m getting kind of bored moving books, Bela. Come take a break with me.” Y/N grinned. They had her now.

Bela and Y/N retreated to a secluded reading nook in the back of the library where no one ever went. A lot of lovemaking happened that morning… Bela still insisted that they organize the books before they left, though.

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A few weeks later, Bela was feeling… Weird. She didn’t know why, but she was constantly ravenous. She would go out for a hunt in the morning with her sisters, which should have staved off any hunger for the rest of the day, and then immediately come back to the castle and devour a few of the unlucky prisoners in the dungeons.

Then, all she wanted to do was sleep. She slept the least out of her sisters, so this was quite concerning to her.

This had been going on for about a week now and the strange urges were slowly growing more intense.

Y/N walked into Bela’s bedroom one evening, not long after the start of her odd symptoms, and found their lover sobbing on her bed. They were alarmed and ran over to see what was wrong. “Bela! What’s wrong, babe?! Are you hurt?!” They asked, panicking.

Bela just looked at them and tried to speak through her tears. “I-I read t-this book, and one of t-the characters gave a-another character a flower that t-they knew was the other’s f-favorite kind! It was s-so beautiful!” She buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder and cried harder.

Y/N was confused as hell. “Um, okay… Well, I’m sure the author wouldn’t want you to cry about that. It’ll be okay!” They reasoned and wrapped their arms around her.

Bela’s mood shifted entirely at Y/N’s comment. “Are you calling me stupid, Y/N?” She asked dangerously, pushing Y/N off of her.

Y/N felt whiplash. Bela’s previous tears, not a second earlier, were completely gone. Now she looked poised to kill.

“W-what?! NO! I didn’t say that!” Y/N said, terrified.

Bela crossed her arms defensively. “Oh, then you must think I’m a silly hysteric, is that it?!” She yelled.

Y/N was the one about to cry now. “Babe! No, I wasn’t trying-”.

Bela promptly screamed at Y/N and kicked them out of her room for the night. Y/N didn’t know what the hell was going on with Bela, but even a doofus like them knew something was off.

Y/N sadly went to go sleep on the couch, but before they could even get comfortable, Bela came down, apologized, and tugged Y/N back up to her room.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I think I must be getting sick.” She said as she laid down next to them and snuggled into their side.

Y/N’s eyes shot to Bela. They started looking her over and asking what was wrong. Bela gently grabbed their face and tried to soothe their fears. “Y/N, I’m okay, baby. I just don’t know what’s going on with me.” She said and kissed their lips.

Y/N suggested that Bela tell her mother or Mother Miranda. They were so scared that something would happen to Bela. They loved her with everything they had.

Eventually, Bela decided to confide in Mother Miranda to see if she had any ideas as to what was causing her strange behavior.

Mother Miranda and Bela talked for a while about her symptoms, before the older blonde asked Bela for a blood sample. She wanted to rule out a number of illnesses.

Bela agreed and gave Miranda the sample she needed.

Miranda couldn’t believe what the blood test said when she read it. To say that Miranda was shocked when she discovered that Bela was actually pregnant would be a giant understatement. Prim and proper little Bela was not quite as innocent as she originally thought, it seemed.

She hoped Bela would be okay with this news. If not, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Miranda came out, sat down next to Bela, and held her hand. “Bela, darling… I have to something to tell you, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.” She started.

Bela tilted her head in confusion.

Miranda sighed and just told her. “Bela, honey. You’re pregnant.” She said.

The room was silent for a moment before Bela began panicking a bit and asking a myriad of questions. “What?! How? Oh, how am I going to tell Y/N?! They’re going to leave me!” At the thought of Y/N leaving her, Bela broke down crying. She couldn’t imagine life without them.

Miranda pulled Bela in for a hug and rubbed her back, whispering reassurances to calm her down. “Bela, you do have options. You don’t have to have this baby.” She offered helpfully once Bela had calmed down.

To be honest, Bela frequently thought about having kids. She wanted to carry on the Dimitrescu bloodline… It made her both excited and scared to think about having a baby with Y/N. She didn’t even know if she would make a good mom, but… In the end, Bela reasoned that she had always wanted to have children, why not start right now? She loved Y/N so much, and she felt giddy to know she was carrying a little piece of them with her.

“I’m keeping the baby, Mother Miranda” Bela finally said with a teary, awestruck smile. Miranda gave Bela another hug and congratulated her. Bela quickly thanked her for her help and made her way home.

Bela wanted to talk with Y/N right away. She was pretty sure Y/N would be happy with a child, but she needed to know for certain.

When Bela got inside, Y/N was thrilled to see her and ran up to give her a kiss. “Babe, you’re back! I missed you! Where did you go, anyway?” They asked.

The blonde blushed at Y/N’s affection. They were so sweet. “Y/N, let’s go talk in my room. There’s something I need to tell you.” She grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them with her, leaving no room for argument.

Y/N was worried that they were in trouble for something. “I didn’t do anything, I swear!” They tried to defend themself.

Bela laughed a bit, but assured Y/N they weren’t in trouble.

Finally, the two reached her room and Bela led Y/N to sit on her bed.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.” Bela started out. “I… Um, this is really hard to say.” She admitted.

Y/N grabbed Bela’s hand and squeezed it. “Just tell me, Bela. It’ll be okay.” They offered her a smile.

Bela felt more relaxed at Y/N’s actions. “Okay, here it goes.” She cleared her throat. “Y/N… I’m pregnant.” She said.

Y/N had to take a minute to register exactly what Bela had said. After a few seconds, their excitement kicked in, but, they couldn’t resist poking a bit at Bela. “Is it… Mine?” They asked, and grinned cheekily.

Bela softly popped them on the shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Y/N, you are such an idiot.” She playfully scolded. She felt the tension she had been under melt away.

Y/N was overjoyed. “You’re gonna be a mom! I can’t believe it, I love hot moms! Win-win situation for me!”

Bela chuckled and kissed Y/N. She truly felt happier than she ever had. She had finally accomplished a dream she never thought she would: creating the next generation of Dimitrescus.

“Hey! You can read to the baby like you read to me!” Y/N thought out loud.

Bela immediately burst into tears at this. “T-that’s so s-sweet!” She cried.

Y/N freaked and tried soothing Bela by rubbing her back. “Please don’t cry, Bela!” They urged.

Bela finally stopped sobbing after a few moments and dried her eyes. “Sorry,” She blushed at Y/N. “Just crazy baby hormones.” She explained.

Y/N decided they needed to be more mindful of Bela’s moods. She was going to be pretty emotional over the next nine months, it seemed.

“Would you like mommy to read to you, baby?” Bela playfully asked her tummy.

“Oh, what’s that?” Y/N joked and pretended to listen to the baby. They leaned their head down to Bela’s stomach and nodded as if they were in a serious conversation. “The baby likes that idea!” Y/N cheered and Bela giggled.

“We have to tell my mother! She’ll be so excited!” Bela gushed and rubbed her belly. “Finally, I feel like my life is complete. We’re going to have our own little family, Y/N! It’s so cute!” She sighed dreamily.

Y/N, however, broke out in a cold sweat when Bela mentioned her mother. “Uhh… Could we wait a few days so I can get my affairs in order? I actually think she’s gonna kill me when she finds out.” They said, afraid of incurring Alcina’s wrath.

Bela laughed, but Y/N was pretty serious.

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When the two told Alcina about Bela being pregnant, she was a tiny bit pissed off, but only because Y/N and Bela weren’t married.

She found a pretty fair solution, though.

She unsheathed her claws and made Y/N propose to Bela on the spot while she watched… You’ve heard of a shotgun wedding? Well, this is an immortal vampire mommy wedding.

Of course Y/N was thrilled about getting to marry Bela soon, but they damn near peed their pants at Alcina’s scary ultimatum.

The Dimitrescu family is apparently white trash, they’re just rich. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda

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jayteacups · 2 years

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A Failed Attempt

The two of you are happily in a relationship, and have been for several months know. But even so, Levi can't help but feel like he should be more traditionally romantic.

Little does he know just how bad at that he is.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Fluff and silliness, established relationship, he can’t flirt nor can he give compliments properly lmao pls help him

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Have this dumb little blurb that came to me as I was getting ready for bed. his is extremely stupid and unedited but anyway. enjoy ig lol

Say something. Just say it, you silly coward.

The first thing that comes to mind blurts out of his mouth before Levi can think it over. “Your hair smells nice today. It’s looking very... uh, clean. And shiny. That’s... that’s good.”

No! Not that! What the actual fuck was that? No!

Puzzled, you turn around from the snack you are preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Uh... thanks? I washed my hair last night before going to bed... and you were literally in the shower with me, so you already know that.”

For fuck’s sake, I should never try to compliment anyone again. “Forget it,” Levi scowls.

“No, baby, hang on,” you catch him by the sleeve before he can flee this disastrous conversation, “were you... were you trying to flirt with me just then?”

“No.” Heat rushes to his face.

You lean a little closer. “My hair smells nice today? I sure hope it does, considering you were the one to gift me that particular shampoo I’m currently using,” you smirk. Gods, you are so annoying. Why the fuck is that smirk of yours making his heart fucking spasm? “Did Miche give you flirting tips or something?”

“Stop.” Levi is ashamed that the plea comes out like a whine and turns away from you. For the record, no, he would not stoop as low to ask his comrades (friends, he thinks begrudgingly) for something so trivial as helping him flirt with you. “Forget I said anything.”

“Awww,” you coo. He wants to wipe that smug shit-eating grin off of your face. Preferably with his own lips. His face is so hot he thinks he might combust. If he’s being honest, he’d rather explode in a spontaneous burst of flames than continue with this conversation.

You tilt your head, approaching ever closer, one hand settling at the curve of his waist. “You’re so cute.”

“I am not,” he counters, and curses that his voice had chosen that very moment to break mid-sentence. “Let me go, I have a strategy meeting right about now.”

“No you don’t,” you say, your thumb rubbing patterns into his flesh. He shivers.

“No he doesn’t,” Hange echoes breezily as they waltz into the kitchen with an empty mug in hand. Probably refilling their coffee. He simultaneously is relieved and disappointed that you withdraw your hand from his waist, taking a step back. “Sorry, what are we talking about?”

“Nothing,” Levi says quickly. The last thing he needs is Hange finding out about his disastrous attempts at being more traditionally romantic, and how you had managed to turn the tables on him in less than five bloody seconds.

“Sure...” they mutter, giving him a teasing look, but choosing not to say more on it.

Glaring at them as their back is turned to him, Levi huffs. This is all their fault anyway, they’d suggested this in the first place. He hadn’t even asked - and they have no idea that one offhanded comment had wormed deep into his thoughts to the point where he’d say something so clumsily awkward in an attempt to flirt.

‘Did you flirt with her?’ Hange had said, trying to pry details about how you two had gotten together out of him. ‘Women are into that, you know. A little bit of flirting here and there. Get her flustered a little bit. Did you do that? Fluster her? I bet she’d like it.’

‘Quit it. I’m not looking for relationship advice, Hange. Nor am I going to tell you every tiny detail about my love life.’

He’s made a few comments here and there about the stupidity of the new, rowdy teen recruits.

Really, though, he’s no better.

You give him a brief kiss. Your lips are soft, inviting. Once more, he wishes Hange hadn’t walked in so he could kiss you for longer without worrying about prying eyes. “I’ll see you later, Lee.” You grin, and lower your voice as you teasingly say, “and by the way, your hair smells nice as well. Clean, too, but obviously, nobody’s expecting any less from you.”

Hange chokes.

You pick up your plate with your snacks and wave him goodbye (he buries his burning face in his hand) before leaving the private kitchen. Almost immediately, Hange is turning on their heel, undoubtedly about to bombard him with questions that he absolutely is not willing to answer.

“Shut up.”

They raise their hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

Masterlist

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n #levi fluff #he's trying to flirt n fluster but the tables get turned on him...... so quickly might i add #aasldkjfds sweet boy someone help him

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teaberrii · 2 years

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My Worst Enemy is a Cat

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

A/N: This idea has been eating away at me for weeks. Chapter and story-wise, it's not going to be long, so I decided to take the plunge and start on this fun, little crack fic. Cross-posted on Ao3.

Chapter One: At First Bite

"Does anyone have an answer?”

Two hands shot up at the same time. You glared at Scaramouche, and he returned the look with a colder one as if wanting to out-glare you.

“Seven,” both of you said simultaneously. You frowned. “I got the answer first!”

Scaramouche scoffed. “You? With that pea-sized brain of yours? Oh, please.”

Your face turned red. “Take that back!”

Scaramouche crossed his arms and looked away. “Like I would ever listen to someone as stupid as you.”

One swift blow to his face was enough to knock him to the floor.

You've been at each other's throats for as long as you can remember. For the four years you've been abroad, you never thought of Scaramouche. But everything comes rushing back when you see him older, taller, and arguably more handsome than before. You don't know if he remembers you, but you have all the answers you need as soon as he stops and slightly smirks in front of you.

“This is Scaramouche, the manager from…” the woman’s voice is lost on you. Him? Scaramouche? He’s your new colleague? It may not matter because you're managers in different departments. But, you never expected to see him again. "You'll be closely working together for the next project."

You immediately turn to her. “...I’m sorry. What was that last part?”

“That you’ll be closely working together for the next project?”

Closely working together. You hear Scaramouche say your name. Then, you turn to him, and he holds out a hand. “I look forward to working with you.”

You force a smile and take his hand. His firm grip takes you by surprise. “Yes. Me too.”

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It’s been happening to him for a long time. Something that’s out of his control. Something that can’t be explained. Something that only happens at midnight. He finds his way out of his pile of clothes and then licks his paw. Well, at least he’s gotten used to it by now.

Scaramouche jumps onto a stone ledge and sees someone in the distance. He narrows his eyes. The silhouette looks like a woman. As she gets closer, he realizes that it’s you. He walks on the stone ledge and sees your face is slightly red. Have you been drinking? He jumps down and smirks.

You’re walking down the street, your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol, when you recall your earlier conversation with your friend. She had called it cute. You called it unlucky.

“It’s fate, I tell you,” she had said. “Your paths were destined to cross again.”

“Ew, stop. It’s not like that!”

“Everyone could see that you two had a thing for each other back then.”

“No,” you said sternly. “Someone had to put him in his place.”

“And only you could do such a thing. You just had to compete with Prince Scaramouche.”

You gave her a deadpan look. “Really? That nickname is still around?”

“Thought I should bring it up for old times' sake.”

You sighed and downed another shot. “It’s just—”

“What? Never thought that the short nerd would become so hot?”

“Stop!”

You yelp as you trip over something unexpected. You catch yourself, turn around, and see a black cat sitting innocently behind you. It's not surprising to see strays, but in this part of the city? That's a little odd. You crouch and make a gesture for the cat to approach you… and the feline surprisingly does. Your heart warms a little until the animal suddenly bites your hand, making you scream briefly.

“Hey!”

You move to grab it, but the cat swiftly avoids your hands. As you stand, the feline runs a short distance. Then, it looks back at you, and you swear you saw it smile before it jumps on the ledge and runs away.

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“What happened to your hand?”

You're sitting in your office when Scaramouche pays you a visit about the upcoming project. You put your other hand on the minor injury and say, "Nothing."

“Did something bite you?”

You look up at him and see a ghost of a smile. You narrow your eyes and ignore the question. “If we can get the contract signed between this client before the end of next week, we can—”

“Are you sure you don’t want to consider others?" You give him a stern look. “If you look at Teyvat Corp., they have a better reputation and deliver better results. Why not—”

“Have you looked at our budget? The cost that would be needed to contract Teyvat Corp—”

“Is there a possibility to allocate some of the money towards them? We can cut costs in other areas—”

"That would be cutting quality—"

"Teyvat Corp. is known for their quality software. We wouldn't be—"

You gently slam your hands on the table and stand. “If I may, Scaramouche, the budget has already been approved by the higher-ups. If you have a problem with it, you can go ask them.”

Scaramouche scoffs quietly. Then, he puts a hand in his pocket and smiles at you. “I’m sorry. I only want to ask if we’ve considered all of our possibilities.”

“We have.”

Then, he leans slightly closer to you, taking you by surprise. But, you hold his stare. “...Not going to punch me again, are you?” You’re at a loss for words. He still remembers that? Well, you don’t blame him. You would, too, if it landed you a quick trip to the hospital. Then, he leans back up. “Do you like cats?”

“...Excuse me?”

Scaramouche shrugs. “You seem kind of tense. Thought I should ease up the tension.”

You remember the cat from last night. “...I guess.”

Scaramouche smiles. “Good to hear.” Then, he picks up the manila folder from your desk. “Well, be seeing you.”

You sit back in your chair as he walks out of your office. What was that about?

Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

#scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #balladeer #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche fluff

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