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bedsyandco · 16 days

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⇴ "i only want to see you right now. i really miss you." and person a is like "you just saw me yesterday"

With Lando Norris

ᯓ⌕ 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — 𝐋𝐍𝟒 ༉‧₊

pairing: fem!bsf!reader x lando norris

summary: in which lando always misses his best friend (you) terribly when he travels as much as he does. so when you travel with him to the Chinese GP, he couldn’t be happier to have you by his side. However when you spend a few hours with Lily when lando and alex are busy with meetings, he can’t help but feel a bit of separation anxiety settle in.

content: just some fluff!

note: my first time writing for lando!! the friends to lovers trope just never gets old and thus I shall never stop writing it.

lando was laying on his hotel bed, debating whether or not he should get up and retrieve the TV remote. he knew he wasn’t going to pay much attention anyway. his mind was elsewhere. specifically on that old brown clock on the wall, the obnoxious sound of tik-tik-tik making him hyper aware of every second that passes. every second that he was stuck in that hotel room and you were somewhere else without him.

he wasn’t stuck exactly. it’s not like he’s a prisoner that couldn’t go anywhere, he could very well call or text you, find out where you and lily have wandered off to and join the two of you. or simply snatch you away and bring you back here.

lando would like to say that he wasn’t usually this selfish with you, but that would be a lie. ever since he met you at that one karting event, lando’s been jealous of anyone else who gets to spend time with you.

he still remembers the day he met you like it was yesterday. it was just during the time period when lando began to really get into karting, he was maybe six or seven. he was good at it too, relishing in taking the number one spot on the make shift podium every time. and that was the case that particular weekend as well, although from the way everyone seemed to flock to you afterwards, you wouldn’t have been able to tell who won.

lando was really annoyed by it, making assumptions in his anger that maybe they only focused so much on you because you were the only girl, but later he would learn that it wasn’t the case. people flocked to you simply because you were… you.

lando wasn’t immune to it either because by the third time you guys raced each other, you had become best of friends. and even years later when your interest had gone beyond the race track and lando’s passion for it only intensified, you had still remained close.

therefore it wasn’t a foreign concept for lando not see you often. he was travelling most of the year, rarely in one country for more than a couple weeks at a time. and he knew how serious you were about your studies and now your job, you weren’t going to follow him around like a lost puppy, although he had tried to convince you more than once already.

on the rare occasion that you did fly out and visited him, he wanted every minute of your time to be spent with him, which is why he’s a little pouty that his meeting stretched long today and you had decided to occupy your time by going to explore the city with lily.

lando was aware that his mindset was a tad bit childish, but he hadn’t seen you all day and that justifies —

his thoughts get halted by a beep in the door, followed by the prettiest girl he’s ever seen making her way into his room. lando moves so fast he almost trips multiple times on the way to you. he’s sure he’s mimicking an over excited puppy. who’s been waiting all day for their owner to come home (as he has been) and getting excited and flocking to them as soon as they walk through the door (as he did) and then following and clinging to them for an ounce of attention (as he’s about to)

“hi lan,” you greet him, putting your shopping bags down against the wall and removing your jacket, hanging it behind the door

he doesn’t respond verbally, instead just wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards the bed.

“lan,” you giggle as he falls on top of the bed, pulling you with him. he tightens his arms around you and rests his head on your chest sighing constantly as your hands run through his hair

“lily asked if we wanted to go to dinner with her and alex tonight. I said I’d hear what your plans are first,” you say

“no. I’m not in the mood for other people. I only wanna see you right now. I really missed you.” lando says and you laugh softly

“you just saw me yesterday,” you say softly and lando purses his lips, resting his chin on your chest to look at you

“so? am I not allowed to miss you? are you saying you didn’t miss me?” lando asks, gasping in mock hurt and you laugh

“no I did. I always miss you. cause my best friend just had to go and choose one of the jobs where he’s rarely home and I barely get to see him,” you say dramatically, a smile on your face but it quickly fades when you see the solemn expression on lando’s face

“what’s wrong?” you ask, gently caressing his cheek and he leans into your hand

“nothing,” he replies but you give him a look and he sighs before saying, “I just wonder if it’s worth it sometimes. all the travelling, the never being home, the missing out on seeing my niece grow up. all the things I could’ve had by now,” lando says, looking at you as if he wanted to add to it but he’s holding back.

“what things? lan racing is all you’ve ever wanted to do. it’s your dream. your passion. it’s everything to you-“

“well maybe it shouldn’t be. maybe I wanna prioritize my personal life too. and maybe I wanna see you more than just three times a year,” lando says and your heart squeezes at the longing look on his face

“maybe I wanna stop being scared and tell the girl I’ve been in love with my life that I can’t go three hours without seeing her, let alone three months,” lando says, playing the the strings of his hoodie, vulnerability shining through

“you never said anything,” you reply, your heart beating so loud in your chest you can hear it in your ears

“cause it’s selfish. what can I offer you? I travel all the time. I’m barely home. I won’t be able to be there for you in the same capacity you’re there for me. and it would be unfair to ask you to travel with me all the time. it’s just unfair, and I won’t do it to you. but the idea of giving up racing…”

“is utterly ridiculous and you would be so unhappy,” you say and lando lets out a soft laugh. his heart swelling at the fact you know him that well

“yeah,” he agrees. furrow between his brows as he lets out a sigh

“the thing about racing is that there are so many things out of your control lan. and relying on that for your happiness is setting yourself up for failure,” you say

“well… there are certain things I can control,” lando says, looking at your lips briefly before lowering his head to yours, your lips connecting in a soft kiss that sparks butterflies in your stomach

“should’ve done that a long time ago,” lando says softly and the grin on your face mirrors his

“do it again,” you say and he laughs softly, pressing his lips to yours once more

lando knows in a few days he’s gonna have to miss you all over again, but as long as he gets to come home to you at the end of the day, everything’s gonna be okay.

— 💬 I loved writing Lando way more than I thought I would!! thank you so much for requesting and celebrating 1.8K with me nonnie!! I hope you liked it <3

#⊹ ࣪ ˖ cami’s celebrates — 1.8k ⟢#lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #lando norris blurb #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris

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kaicubus · 8 months

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Dating Rodrick Heffley

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warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, cursing.

pairing ✩° : rodrick heffley x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : this is so random but i was on tik tok and i saw an edit of him and i was slapped in the face with this idea!! yiPEEEEE!!!! this is the content i intended on posting when everything settled.

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Your parents are convinced that Rodrick is a bad influence on you, and they're right. Being with Rodrick has changed you for the worst and for the better, he’s seen you at your lowest and your highest. But he’s proud of you no matter what happens. In fact, he’s your biggest supporter.

Being over after school every day means you bond really well with his family, and they love you since you seem to have a better influence on him than anything else. I mean, ever since you two started dating, he’s actually been doing his homework and his attendance has significantly improved. That being said, you are definitely a celebrity to Rodrick’s little brother and his friend, Greg and Rowley.

Speaking of the two, you're like their saving grace when it comes to shielding them from the teenage angst that is Rodrick—or in their eyes, the biggest bully they've ever encountered.

There have been many times where Greg tries explaining to you just how bad of a brother Rodrick is, but he never gets farther than a few words before Rodrick slams the door in his face or spills some drink he’s holding onto him.

He’s not that open to listening to your kind of music (if it’s drastically different than the kind of stuff he would listen to) but in secret...in secret he kicks his feet and twirls around imagining you doing the same thing to all the lyrics. He’s a cutie patootie when he’s not being a resentful menace.

Despite that, you spend most of your after school days in Rodrick’s bedroom, garage, or his van just talking about things or listening to him play. He plays a kind of music you never thought you’d listen to before, but have grown to like because not only does he have CDs of all his songs burned into them, but plays other music similar to that genre.

He makes multiple efforts to teach you the guitar with you on his lap and the guitar pressing you both together, but all those times Greg comes in because he wants to try and get on your good side.

If you're not there at band practice, like how you normally are, Rodrick makes all these mistakes and fumbles with playing. Since you're the designated band girlfriend, it’s pretty much a necessity for you to be around him when he practices, otherwise he gets nothing done. Sometimes it’s a problem, but for the most part, you’re like his buff.

Rodrick’s banned from your house because he tried sneaking in your room through your window, but he ended up landing on your mom’s patch of freshly bloomed flowers. When she found out, she wasn’t happy, and even though she tried so hard to excuse his looks, his lack of direction, his rebellious nature, she just couldn’t excuse the sad death of her flower children. So she banned him. Now you guys have to meet in secret or at school or his house, just anywhere not near your house.

He still makes an awkward effort to get your parents to like him, but it never really works out. He either shows up late or shows up with half his clothes missing or drenched in strange fluids because of pranks pulled by his little brother on his way out.

“Mrs. and Mr. L/n—”

“Lime green paint...on my white porch. Can you believe it, honey?”

“Just go, kid.”

“Alright!”

He gives you rides to and from school in his janky ass van, but it’s your only form of transportation so you don’t complain. Everything pretty much happens in that van. Everything.

His form of PDA is wrapping an arm around you loosely and just walking with you, not so much holding your hand. He also really likes just resting his arm on your head or squishing your cheeks together to make funny faces even if it pisses you off sometimes, he thinks it’s cute.

Free band dates!! Meaning that, you get free access to Löded Diper gigs, and the best seats watching your boyfriend and his band mates thrash around. You also get free merch...teehehehehe...

Oddly enough, Rodrick ends up turning soft for you and doing things no one in his family would expect out of him. Like taking you out on drive in dates, or getting you flowers, or just smiling more. Not saying he’s emo or edgy, but he is pretty punkish and reluctant to show any sort of affection. It certainly is off putting to Greg at least.

He asks you to do his eyeliner because you have an unlimited supply of it, and at least he doesn't have to use his mom’s anymore. People can usually tell when you do his eyeliner and when he does it himself; it’s pretty easy to differentiate.

If Rodrick doesn't want to be someplace and is dragged along by his family, the mere mention of you attending the same event makes him suddenly excited to be there. More excited than the planner. He’ll go on tangents about you, and it really doesn’t matter who’s listening. He looks all bad and mean, but as soon as someone talks about you, his face changes completely.

#kaicubus #diary of a wimpy kid #dairy of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x you #headcanons #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley preferences

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madaboutmathers · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if you could write Em and reader playing the tortilla smack challenge with their kids; he allows Hailie to post it on TikTok. Thank you!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“What are we even doing?” Marshall groaned as he leaned onto the kitchen island and watched the display in front of him. “A tik tok, uncle.” Alaina replied, rolling her eyes whilst he only sighed in response. “What’s a tik tok?” Marshall whispered into your ear as you moved to settle beside him.

You could only giggle at him. He really was too adorable for your own good. “Some video site thing.” You babbled. “Oh, so you don’t even know.” Marshall couldn’t help but tease you; his laughter sounded out. Hailie caught this all on camera as she watched the scene with softness. Her father was finally happy.

“Are we ready?” Stevie asked as they moved into the kitchen with the tortillas in hand. You could only giggle at how ridiculous this was. “Hmm, do you want me to film?” You asked, moving around the island. “No..no, I want you in this.” Alaina hummed and brought the phone up to record it herself. You softly blushed, ducking your head for a moment. You had worried once upon a time if you would be accepted into the close family but all that had changed. You missed Marshall softly smiling to himself. You reached for the water bottle as your group moved into a circle. Marshall as ever being slow.

He huffed and moved to stand as you all took a sip of some water. You looked over to him and already began to giggle. “Okay, so we are recording now.” Alaina announced as you moved into place. You weren’t sure who was going first but your question was answered when Stevie hit you on the cheek. You held the water in, thankfully. You didn’t want to lose so early on as you faux glared at them. Alaina was giggling in the background as you moved to slap Hailie’s cheek; gently though. You knew Marshall wouldn’t have wanted to hit his girls but you didn’t know that he wasn’t too keen on hitting you either; even if it was a game.

The moments ticked by in silence as you prepared for the hit that didn’t come. Hailie seemed to see the tension and hit her father’s cheek. He didn’t even move and the water didn’t spill but it was enough for Hailie to laugh out loud and spill her water. It was enough distraction for Marshall to finally tap your cheek with the smallest of hits. You hadn’t expected it and the water fell from you as you loudly began to giggle. “What? I wasn’t ready.” You cried to him with a pout. Marshall only chuckled and moved to spit the water out. “Ugh, I guess he won then.” You muttered and moved to take Alaina’s phone so she could join in and be recorded.

Breaking Entertainment News: Hailie Jade updates her tikok with her father finally making an appearance. Y/N, Eminem and his children were seen doing the latest social media craze in their kitchen with amusing results.

Shady’swhore OMG! This is the content we have been dying to see. I can’t even count how many times I’ve watched this.

M&MFan Their house looks so good! I need more of it. Did everyone else see how gentle Em was?

Followingy/n Right! Like he didn't want to hit any of them. He was not amused by it at all hehe :)

Marshall’smathers It was so sweet! I wonder what Y/N had to promise for Marshall to allow this to be published.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You whispered; blushing sweetly as you stepped into the recording studio. “I can’t be the only one hearing your lovely voice, can I?” Marshall hummed as he thankfully had the recording room emptied and it was just the two of you. You began to chew on your bottom lip as you tried to stop your nerves from growing. “You are biassed though.” You hummed as the music of his new song began to start. “Maybe.” Marshall smirked but knowing you had a voice of an angel. “You shouldn’t have had Hailie upload the video then.” He teased and watched you move the lyrics around to buy yourself some time.

“Come on Y/N.” Marshall chuckled even more as he watched you read from the paper again. “You already know it.” He teased and settled down on the sofa; his legs spread as ever and the view only had you more hot and bothered. You rolled your eyes and turned towards the mic and hopefully it would be over soon. You didn’t realise Marshall subtly recording you as you began to softly sing. You began to grow in confidence as the familiar words came over you. It wasn’t long before you were actually enjoying yourself whilst trying hard to not mess up. All the while he watched with a soft smile on his face before updating his story with you. It was payback but also he wanted to show off your talent.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #request

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castleaudios · 1 year

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CastleAudios FAQ!

Commonly asked questions about the channel and its characters

⚜️I want to listen to the channel but I don't know where to start?

I always recommend starting with Beth's playlist, then Claire, Genevieve, Rachelle, Celine then anyone else that catches your eye! Of course, if you want to hear everybody in order so you get the whole plot, check out my Glenwood playlist!

⚜️All your audios are labeled F4A, will you ever make F4M/F4F content?

I want my content to be enjoyed by any and everyone! Making F4A content is the easiest way for me to do that.

⚜️The trauma... The drama... The conflict... Why must you do this?

What good is a story without conflict? I do promise that I'm not just some angst train, I'll always strive to balance out the bad with the good. I'm a sucker for happy endings!

⚜️Who is CW?

CW (Or Camille W. as she is credited in my video descriptions) is my partner and the visual director for the channel! Almost all the character icons were created by her and she frequently does mini channel takeovers in order to share lore and (affectionately) bully me. We've also begun sharing her live reactions to my audios, so you can enjoy some content from her on the channel at well!

⚜️A lot of your listener characters have more than one name, why?

Listeners usually have about two names, one for their romantic partners and the name that others call or refer to them by

Claire's listener: Ranger / Hotshot

Beth's listener: Seer / Beautiful

Genevieve's listener: Knight / Sweetheart

Abby and Rose's shared listener: Open Wielder / Bud / Dear

Rachelle's listener: Mage / Doll

⚜️What does __Insert Listener Character__ look like/dress like/do/ and what's their backstory?

Unless specifically referenced to in the audios for the sake of plot, any information about any listener character is strictly up to your interpretation! I love hearing what you guys think for each of the listeners and all your theories so I wouldn't want to hinder that with one "right" interpretation. I won't be answering any submissions along the lines of this question.

⚜️I've seen you on Twitter/Tumblr/Tik Tok and now I'm scared to post...

Don't be! I made these social media pages so that I could interact and engage with my audience, so please don't be worried if I see your posts about the channel! I love all of it, truly. And don't worry, I wouldn't have come onto the internet if I wasn't fully prepared for what might be waiting there. (I know you have drafts. Post them, cowards (with love))

⚜️Can I make fanart/fanfiction/fanedits of your channel?

I'm gonna be honest, I cried when I first got this question. YES!! Please make whatever you like and please share it with me! You are all so creative and wonderful, I want to see your work! If you make any content that is inspired by my work or make anything within the Glenwood universe, I only ask that you credit me in the description.

⚜️Will Celine get her own listener/romantic route?

Celine will not be getting her own listener. She pops up sporadically in other character's playlists as well as the mega episodes where all the characters are bunched up into one audio. She will be interacting with multiple characters and listeners so she'll never be away for too long. She is a married woman and has a loving wife, so there won't be any romancing on Celine's part. That being said, she has two hands, so go wild.

⚜️Where is Glenwood located?

Glenwood is located on the Southern East coast. Not too specific, since I don’t wanna base it off of any real towns!

⚜️I've noticed hints to Abby/Rose/Wielder becoming a canon poly couple, is this true or should I not get my hopes up?

It is canon that the Library Trio will be endgame, we just need to be patient while we get there!

⚜️What is the Endax Chronicles?

The Endax Chronicles will be a prequel series to Glenwood starting in March 2023! It takes place nearly 600 years in the past and will deal with the war between Vampires and Blood Mages. It will be more of a High Fantasy series compared to Glenwood's contemporary style. We've been given hints to this conflict in Rachelle and Celine's audios, but this will reveal the truth.

⚜️Do I need to listen to Endax Chronicles to understand Glenwood or vice versa?

Nope! You can listen to one without needing the other, they should be able to be enjoyed separately.

⚜️Exactly how big do shifters get in their wolf form?

They're considerably bigger than normal wolves, thought not exactly as big as horses. When a shifter is fully transformed, they stand at about the same height as an average person. Certainly not something you want to be on the biting end of, but just about the best cuddle buddy you would ask for.

⚜️Will we ever get Claire/Celine or any other pairing aside from the endgame couples?

Unfortunately not in the canon storyline! But who knows? Some non-canon audios could always be a possibility!

⚜️Will you ever make merch?

Honestly, we haven't seriously considered making merch for the channel since we're still pretty new to the whole content creation business, but if that's something people would want, we can make it a reality!

⚜️Where else can I get your content?

As of right now, I am only on YouTube, Tumblr, Twitter, and Tik Tok with various degrees of activity on each platform. However, later this year we will be launching the CastleAudios Discord server as well as a Patreon!

#FAQ #castleposts #castleaudios

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Arch Your Back (NSFW 18+)

A The Rose That Grew From Concrete Fic

AN: arch my back for Urban? You don't have to tell me twice 😏

This has to be one of my favorite Urban fics I’ve ever written so let’s get to it!

Synopsis: putting your boyfriend in "yoga positions" for a tik tok video only leads to him wanting to blow your back out

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Singer!Reader

Requested by my bby @blackenedsunflowers 😘💕 hope you like this!

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU AREN’T 18+

It had been awhile since you had seen your boyfriend since he had been on tour with Jack and you were on tour yourself. The Facetime calls just hadn't been cutting it and you found yourself a little sad and longing for his presence.

You were in Philly, and had three shows in a row. You were sleeping peacefully when you woke up and felt a pair of strong arms around you and had been up ever since not wanting to lose a minute with him even though you were exhausted.

As much as Urban was trying to get you to go back to sleep at least for another two hours, you weren't budging.

All you were currently concerned about was kissing him all over his face and playing in his curly hair.

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere. You can go back to sleep and I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

"No. I missed you too much and I know you won't be able to stay with me for a long period of time so I'm soaking this all in."

"Hmm, I know something else is probably soaked too but..."

Without warning you quickly got out of his embrace and straddled him making him smirk and grab a hold of your hips.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Take a nap because you're going to need it baby girl. Haven't seen you in a month and we goin multiple rounds and you're going to need all your energy. Go to sleep."

One thing that you admired about your boyfriend is the way that he truly cared about your well-being. Past relationships left a bad taste in your mouth. But Urban?

He was different.

A good different.

You let out a huff but complied as he flipped you to the side so that you could lay on his chest.

"Sweet dreams, my baby."

When you woke up, Urban was nowhere to be found leading you to roll your eyes at the empty spot on the bed next to you.

You snatched the comforter off of you and then went into the living room area of the suite in search of your boyfriend.

You spotted him stuffing a fry in his mouth and looked startled upon seeing you with your arms crossed.

"Urby..."

"Baby..."

"Did you get food without me?"

"Uhh no." He quickly answered before swallowing and coming over to you to kiss your forehead.

"Nuh uh. Are those McDonald's fries?!"

"Yours would have been cold!"

"You know that you always wake me up for food!"

"I'm about to make it up to you later."

Suddenly an idea popped into your head about a trend that was going around that you saw on tik tok and wanted to try it out on your boyfriend.

Urban knew that you did yoga as something to help calm your nerves from time to time so there was no reason that he wouldn't fall through your trap.

"Hold on a minute, babe."

You left Urban looking confused as you went to grab your phone.

Once you came back, you pulled up the app in order to get ready to record.

"Urby baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What you need mamas?"

"I found some new yoga positions to try and I want for you to try them out for me."

Urban got a confused look on his face at first before shrugging.

"Okay, babe. What's first?"

You tried not to laugh as you decided to put him in one of your favorite positions first.

"Okay, on all fours."

"Hmm, okay."

"Now arch your back."

"Like this?"

"Nope, more."

"How's this?"

You stifled a laugh before answering him.

"That looks good babe, but now reach your arms straight out and look back at me."

"Whaaa? Okay."

You wanted to laugh so bad, but decided against it.

"Okay now stand up for me."

"Mm hmm."

"Do a split."

"Babe, what? What makes you think I can do a split?"

"Come on Urbannnnn."

He rolled his eyes but listened to your directions.

Once he finally got down there, he looked up at you to see what he had to do next.

"Now, bounce up and down."

"Y/N, what kind of yoga move is this?"

"I forget what it's called. Now one more."

"Let's hear it."

"Lay on your back and hold your legs in the air."

"These positions don't sound right but okay."

"Now, spread your legs."

"More."

"More?"

"More!"

"Got damn."

"Perfect!"

You now busted out laughing not being able to contain it anymore. The camera was still going as Urban put his legs down and looked at you confused.

"Baby? Thank you."

"Anything for you mamas now why are you laughing?"

"None of those positions seemed to be familiar to you?"

"No, I don't do yoga?" He answered you as if it was a question.

"Oh, but you can use those as sex positions for your girlfriend?"

Urban's eyes suddenly went wide before looking at you in disbelief.

"Babeeee!"

"What!?! Those just happen to be my favorite ones that you put me in."

"You know what mamas?"

"Yes?"

"Turn the camera off."

"Wait, what?"

"NOW."

Urban then grabbed a hold of you and roughly kissed you sending your body into a frenzy.

"Alright mamas. Since you like to play games we're doing every single position that you put me in earlier. Imma blow your fucking back out."

"Hmm, what's first?"

"I shouldn't have to even tell you. Get on your knees and arch your back."

You weren't wearing anything other than one of Urban's shirts so once you peeled that off of you there was nothing but easy access forgetting you added yet another piercing which quickly caught Urban's attention.

"Babe!"

You forgot to mention that you got bored a few weeks ago and went to get your nipples pierced knowing that they would send Urban over the edge.

"You like them I take it?"

Urban then reached down to take one of them in his mouth and then gave the same attention to the other one making you become breathless.

"Damn mamas I'm about to have fun with these. But for now I'm going to need for you to get on that bed and get into my favorite position."

You smirked and took your slow sweet time walking in front of Urban.

Once you were back in the bedroom, you slowly approached the bed before placing your palms on it and leaning forward.

As you climbed higher, you could feel your juices starting to cascade down your thighs and you were giving Urban the perfect view instantly making his mouth water.

"Fuck, baby."

By this time, Urban's clothes had been long forgotten and he was waiting for you to get to the top of the bed.

"Nuh uh mamas. Stretch those arms out in front of you. Don't act brand new."

He stroked himself a few times as he was admiring you and you did as you were told.

You felt two fingers slide in you without warning.

"Urby, I want your dick, not your fingers."

"Patience, baby. Let me admire this pussy and take it all in."

Not even a minute later you felt him slide into you and you immediately clenched around him.

"Shit, baby you feel amazing, but if you keep clenching me like that I know I won't last long."

"Sure you will. Mm, faster baby."

"I literally just slid into you. Give me a second and what I tell you about being patient? I know you missed me, but damn."

"Less talking and more movement please."

"I'm really about to tear your ass up."

Urban then increased his pace and was now pounding into you and you began to grab anything and everything near you to keep yourself anchored.

All that consisted of was bed sheets and pillows.

"Fuckkkkkk."

"I know you not trying to run from me mamas. You wanted me to go faster and you can't even take the shit?"

"Oh, shit. Ohhh, shit."

"Come on baby. That's my good girl. Fucking take it."

"You like when I take you like this mamas?"

"Mm, yesssss."

Urban then reached down to massage circles on your clit which he also noticed now had jewelry dangling from it.

You forgot about that one too.

"You been acting out since I've last seen you huh?"

You quickly shook your head no as you felt the familiar pressure build in your lower stomach.

"No, I haven't." You responded while trying to catch your breath.

With your new piercing, the increase in pleasure was out of this world.

"Oh, fuck. Babe, I..."

"I'm not about to slow down if that's what you were about to ask me."

Urban then increased his pace and him rubbing your clit sent you over the edge. All that could be heard was you letting out an ear piercing scream and squirting all over him and him releasing in you at the same time.

"Damn, did I just make you squirt?"

You were still out of breath, but Urban gave you a few seconds to recover so that you would be able to answer him.

"Hmm, shut up."

After you came the first time, Urban slid out of you and quickly flipped the both of you over.

Urban was now laying underneath you with his hands resting behind his head.

"You know what's next baby."

You had a look of confusion as you were still trying to come down from your high.

"I'm waiting for you to ride me."

"My legs..."

"Hmm, don't think I asked you that nor do I care."

As Urban answered you, he thrusted up into you and you placed your hands on his stomach.

One wrong move, Urban was going to slip out of you because of how wet you were.

"Damn, baby. It's like a slip n slide. I got you this wet?"

"Hmm yesss." You answered him as you increased your pace and he reached up to place one of your pierced nipples in his mouth and sucking.

You then wrapped your arms around Urban's neck and you knew you were getting close once again.

"Baby, I'm about to..."

"I know, me too. Come on mamas."

Urban then met you halfway and with three more thrusts, you came all over him.

Without giving you a chance to recover, he flipped you over and immediately slipped into you.

“Urb, baby. I..”

“Nah, mamas. Don’t tell me you can’t take it because you can. You can give me one more mamas. Come on.”

One thing about you is that you weren’t a quitter and you were going to see this all the way through.

You thought about how you needed and wanted to soak in all of this time with your boyfriend since you didn’t know the next time that you would see him. As sad as that made you, you pushed it to the back of your mind to focus on the task at hand.

“Urbannnn. I...”

“I can tell you’re almost there. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

“Deeper, babe.”

“Oh, little miss who says she couldn’t take me anymore wants me to go deeper?”

“Yesss!”

“As you wish baby.”

You then wrapped your legs around Urban to bring him closer into you to get a better angle.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

And that was all she wrote.

You squirted all over him again and a mix of that along with his cum was now splattered across his stomach.

“Damn, two for two. I just need to figure out how I got you to squirt.”

“Well, we have a few days, don’t we?” You asked as you sat up and licked a trail of Urban’s cum off of his stomach before leaning up to kiss him making him instantly get hard again.

You already knew what that meant.

“We do and fuck that was hot. So, imma need for you to sit on my face, NOW.”

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shayewrites · 2 years

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Every Version Of You

pairing: yuji itadori x fem!reader

content warnings: extreme angst, jjk spoilers, and get your tissues out because the floodgates are about to open up. happy ending though!

a/n: not ready for this myself, but i heard the song immortal by reinaeiry just after seeing a tik tok about this very scene, so i apologize but if i must suffer, so shall you. song link tik tok link

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you had always known that yuuji itadori was on borrowed time. since he had come to jujutsu tech, it had only been a matter of that fickle four-lettered word, time. still, as the time had finally come for his scheduled execution, you couldn’t help but pray to the gods for one more day, just one more day, with the boy you had fallen head over heels for. the boy you loved but could never have.

“yuuji!” you cried out, being forcibly held back by gojo himself, along with megumi and nobara who were also throwing themselves forward to stop yuuji from leaving. the pink-haired boy looked back with a tender, reassuring smile, just like he always had when faced with danger.

yuuji itadori was alright with dying, as long as it meant something, as long as it was best for everyone around him, and as long as it was what was best for you. he knew he never should have fallen for you. it was selfish. his life was never his own, not truly. maybe in another life he could be granted a life with you, but as he spared a glance back to the friends he’d made, the loved ones he was now forced to leave behind, he almost wished he could go back in time, just to do it all over again with you. still, his time was up, and if he was honest, his only real regret, was not getting the chance to tell you those three little words. the words that would break your heart the most to hear as he was escorted away, “i love you.”

he knew better than to say those words now. the only words suited for a moment like this were goodbyes, something he was never particularly good at, so instead he smiled, hoping that after he was gone, you’d learn to smile again too. until he woke up in a new life where he could be with you, he’d smile through the pain, smile through the agony of losing you, and smile with the singular thought of finding you again in another life, because no matter who you turned out to be in another life, he knew he’d always find you, again and again. whatever version of you was next to come, he’d fall for you time and time again.

…

you sat by the corner window of your favorite coffee shop, staring out the window as you watched cars go by, hurrying towards their destinations. your hand rested a top your sketch book, covering the image you had drawn of a pink-haired boy that seemed oddly familiar to you despite not knowing his name. just deja vu, you had thought, flipping through the other pages of faces you had drawn lately. one was a boy with spiky white hair and eyes the color of the crystal blue shores you had only ever seen on postcards. the other was a girl with cooper-red hair who wore a smile that felt something like home when you took the time to really examine it.

you weren’t sure where you’d seen their faces, but your grandmother had always liked to say “we never forget the faces of the people that meant the most to us in our past lives”. as a young girl, you’d soaked her words up like a sponge, hoping to find someone who sparked that same sense of belonging in your mind that your grandmother had spoken of.

only now, years later, did that panging feeling of longing prick at your heart, as if maybe these people on paper were tied to a past life of yours. no way. you shook your head, glancing in the coffee mug you were holding. you were sure you had ordered coffee, but you still made sure that it was actually coffee inside the mug instead of something strong enough to make your mind wander as far as it had.

“i found you.”

without warning, you were startled by the voice of a boy who had slid into the booth across from you. you looked him up and down, not recognizing him. the hat on his head screamed tourist, but then again, coffee shops were universal. “i’m sorry,” you apologized, “do i know you?”

he chuckled, “i guess not, but-“ he trailed off as he saw the drawing covered up by your hand, “is that me?”

you moved your hand, positive that this was not the boy from the drawing. sure, they had a few resemblances, but it was unlikely that they had the same hair underneath that bucket hat of his. “no, it’s just a doodle i started. it’s not anyone i know.”

the boy chuckled, taking his hat off to reveal the same spiky pink hair that your sketch had. “well, i guess it is now. yuuji itadori, nice to meet you, again.”

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noteguk · 3 years

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house rules | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok didn’t expect that killing a spider would lead to one of the best fucks of his life.

— content and warnings; this is just filth… rough sex, hair pulling, fingering, dom!hoseok and sub!reader, established relationship, a lot of begging, overstimulation, creampie, cum eating, use of the words like “slut” and “cockslut”... all of this because a dumb ass arachinid

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Ever since you had moved in with Hoseok, taking your relationship to the next level, there had been some established house rules — or, rather, a task division that both sides could agree on. You washed the dishes, and Hoseok dried them. He washed and passed the clothes, and you cleaned (most) of the apartment, leaving him to the bathroom every time. Cooking was his choir for three days of the week, yours for the other three, and the seventh one would be takeout day. Saturdays and Sundays were for lazy afternoons and mid-day naps, and neither of you would work too hard to get things moving around the place. And, most importantly, if there was a bug, no matter what it was, Hoseok would have to drop everything that he was doing and go get rid of it.

You didn’t care how: kill it, place it gently on a nearby tree, whatever. You just wanted it gone, out of sight and out of mind. There was no way that you could sleep in the same room that you had seen a bug in, sometimes not even in the same apartment. After all, they can always move under the doors.

So, when you saw a spider dangerously close to your face, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that you lost your shit.

That night was particularly hot and you were already sweating like crazy by the time you finished doing your exercises for the day. With sore muscles, you dragged yourself all the way to your shower, only to groan in delight once the warm water hit your skin like the massage from an angel. Within ten minutes, you felt like a new person, and stepped out of the shower to dry yourself.

You had gotten the towel all the way up to your face, pressing the fuzzy fabric lightly against your skin, when you saw it: hanging from the ceiling with a frail trace of web, moving like a demonic stripper in thin air. A big, chunky, hairy spider, just a few inches from your nose.

With you, it was always a combo of seeing and reacting, no room to think anything through. The second you glimpsed at those eight devilish eyes, it’s little arms clenching around nothing, it was game over: you were already screaming bloody murder for Hoseok, throwing yourself over to the door and maniacally bolting out of the bathroom, towel forgotten somewhere on the cold floor.

“Hobi!!” You yelled, sounding like there was a serial killer sitting on your sink. “Spider! In the bathroom!”

You heard him before you saw him, his heavy steps drumming against the floor as he ran towards your shared bedroom.

“I got it, I got it!” Hoseok zoomed past you, the crumbs of something sticking at the bottom of his lip, and threw himself into the bathroom.

The door banged shut and the battle sounds resumed, with Hoseok stumbling to remove his shoe before the dangerous arachnid got the best of him.

Relieved, you sighed and ran one hand through your makeshift bun, allowing for your hair to fall over your shoulders (part of you thought that there were thousands of small spiders crawling all over your body, but you decided to ignore that). You were happy enough that the universe had at least allowed you to dry yourself before you had been so mercilessly attacked, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to throw yourself on your bed.

And there you laid, sprayed out on the mattress and trying to calm yourself down, looking up at the light on the ceiling as Hoseok comically screamed inside your bathroom. You giggled at the sound, sure that he was only doing that to make you relax, and the fear inside your chest gave way to a new sense of appreciation. Hoseok really was great.

The door opened with a dramatic movement, and there stood your savior, with a large smile on his face. “The dragon has been slayed, princess,” he said, turning off the bathroom light. “It’s dead and in the trash, if you want to look for yourself.”

“Lovely, offer, but I’ll pass.” You giggled, and sat up on the bed. “My knight in shining armor.”

Only, Hoseok wasn’t laughing back anymore.

One fun fact about your boyfriend was that he was kind of a pervert when it came to you (as all boyfriends should be, you thought). You, however, had found out one of his special interests about two months back, when you decided it would’ve been a good idea to try a Tik Tok trend on him, and walked in while he was watching TV with nothing but the clothes you were born with. That day, you learned that Hoseok didn’t respond “well” when it came to seeing you butt-naked on random occasions. “Well” as in, he went apeshit. It was like his mind short-circuited and his reptile brain took over, and all that he could think about was when and how hard he was going to fuck you.

That night, it wasn’t any different.

That night, as Hoseok looked down at your naked body like he could drill the soul out of you, watching the curvature of your breasts as you breathed, and the mounds of your thighs on the immaculate white sheets, you thought that maybe not all insects are worthless.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, frowning. You could see his brain trying to process everything that you were showing him, and the clear lust on his face was enough to have excitement running through your veins, shooting straight at your core. “If that isn’t a sight to behold.”

You smiled, leaning back on your hands, breasts fully exposed to him. “You flatter me.”

“I’m being honest.” He took a step towards the bed, and you felt your heart leaping out of your chest.

“I know you are.” You looked up at him as he stopped in front of the bed, in between your open legs. Hoseok stared at you like he was in a daze, but it was always like that: the calm before the storm. He would snap any second now, and you’d like to rush the process, if possible. “Thank you for saving me.”

He hummed, taking one of his hands to your cheek, thumb caressing the spot. “Can I get my reward now?”

You tilted your head to the side, leaning against his warm palm. “Who said anything about a reward?”

“I did,” he spoke without hesitation. His hand trailed down your face, his thumb now slightly separating your lips. “Besides, it’s a good deal. I’ll do all the work.”

You raised your eyebrows, interested. “Yeah?”

When you felt him pressing against your lip, you allowed for two of his fingers to slip inside your mouth, and you were quick to coat them with your saliva, sucking like you would his cock. Hoseok licked his own lips at the sight, sighing deeply. Anytime now.

“Yeah,” he answered, eyes hooded and glued to your mouth. Inside his pants, his cock twitched, aching to have you around it. “You have to forgive me, baby. You just took a shower.”

You blinked, humming as he removed his fingers from your mouth. “What about it?”

“Well, you see…” Hoseok lowered his body to your level, making you lean back so he could touch his lips against yours. He didn’t kiss you hard, though, in fact, it was all too controlled (too ephemeral) for your liking. “You just took a shower,” he repeated, “and I’m about to make you all dirty again.”

And there it was.

It was all too sudden for you to react, as it often was once he let his primitive side take hold. Within a second, Hoseok was curling his arm around your waist, manhandling you and throwing you up on the bed, towards the pillows. You barely had time to gasp in surprise before his mouth was attacking yours, harshly this time, his grunts coming out like a muffled melody against the sloppy, sensual kiss.

You whined against him as his hands grabbed your breasts and his tongue slipped inside your mouth, his knee coming between your legs to spread them out. When Hoseok leaned in, with his chest impossibly close to yours, he deepened the kiss and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your pussy, barely brushing your clit.

“Fuck, you’re too hot,” he cursed, breathing hard against your mouth. His hands hungrily grabbed your breasts one more time, making a whimper fall from your lips. Hoseok grunted at how your body reacted to him, always so ready. “Back to me, baby,” he commanded, leaning back so you could have more space.

You never needed any convincing in those times. Hastily, you did as he said and turned your body around, pressing your breasts against the bed, hands firmly placed against the pillows.

“That’s it, baby, perk that ass up.” His hands met the flesh of your butt, squeezing it tightly, and you once more did as he requested, curving up your spine so he could have a better view of your dripping heat. Hoseok groaned at the sight and it didn’t take long before you felt his middle finger trailing up your slit, barely brushing your entrance. “That’s my girl. Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you told him, biting back a sob when his digit came back between your folds, slowly entering you. “Yeah, Hobi, it’s all for you.”

Hypnotized by the movement of his finger inside you, your boyfriend could only moan in satisfaction as he felt your walls embracing him, just as tight and warm as he remembered it. Hoseok couldn’t wait to see you crying around his cock, being filled to the brim by his cum just the way he liked it.

“God, such a good little slut,” he commented, adding a second finger. Your back arched at the contact, eyes closing in bliss as a loud moan left you. “You’re this wet, uh? Soaking my fingers just thinking about my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, looking back at him. Hoseok was licking his lips, staring at your pussy as it took his fingers in with ease, spreading wide for them. He looked like the embodiment of sin, and you wished he could just fuck you for once and get that waiting done with. “I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.”

He hummed, especially liking the neediness in your tone. “I need to get you nice and ready first, baby,” he said, parting his digits slightly. He could put in a third one if he tried, but he wanted to feel you clenching around him, begging for more. “Your pussy looks so pretty like this. I can’t wait to fuck it.”

“God, yes,” you cried, closing your eyes at the thought. Hoseok was fingering you so well that you thought you could cum just like that if he continued on with it, even if you knew he wouldn’t allow you to. When he was in one of those moods, he would only let you cum if it was around his cock.

“You’re fucking dripping down my fingers, baby,” Hoseok said and you could tell by his deep tone that he just as excited as you, his cock angerly pressing against the fabric of his pants, begging for his attention. The sounds of you gushing around his hand was lewd, mingling with your whimpers as he continued to pound inside you, and he thought he could cum just by hearing that sweet symphony. “Such a mess.”

“Hobi, I won’t last long,” you warned in a high-pitched sob, thighs beginning to shake. Hoseok had started to notice that already from the way you were tightening around him, but he wanted to know if you would be a good girl and tell him yourself. “I’m so close.”

His movements did not stop. “Did I make you that horny?” He chuckled, loving every second of that. It was no news how much Hoseok liked seeing you like that: a submissive and blubbering mess, silently begging for your release as he tilted you over the edge once, twice, without ever letting it go. Some days were worse than others and, that night, he was too overwhelmed by his own need to tease you too much. “But we can’t have that, can we, baby?”

The air you sucked in seemed like it didn’t even reach your lungs — you were in a trance, breaths heavy and shallow, trying to keep your voice steady so you could speak to him. “N-no,” you managed to answer.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, fingers still pumping in and out of you, curving just at the right spot to make you gasp out his name. The pleasure in your stomach was building too fast, and you knew you wouldn’t last another minute if he kept that up. “And why is that?” He teased.

“Because-“ You whimpered. “Fuck, because I need to cum on your cock.”

He smiled, proud. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.”

Just as you were about to snap, Hoseok pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing as the pleasure slowly started to die out. With hazed eyes, you watched as he took his fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at the taste.

“Hmmm… So sweet,” he complimented, licking himself clean. Hoseok locked eyes with you. “Do you want my cock, baby?”

You wiggled your ass in the air, trying to make him move. “Yes, so much.”

Hoseok looked down at your dripping core, one of his hands flying to the back of his shirt and pulling it out with a swift tug. He threw it on the floor without care and your gaze snapped to his muscular figure, watching as his body tensed up at the sight of your wetness. You knew that he was holding himself back (he was always one to play with his food, after all), but you also knew that it wouldn’t last much longer.

Hoseok smirked. “Such a good little slut for me.” He undid his belt with ease, and pulled his pants down to his thighs, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the view of his cock: heavy and hard, already so red with need. The tip of it glistened under the cool bedroom lights, dripping with precum, which Hobi quickly used his thumb to spread across his slit as he started pumping himself.

He hissed at the contact. “You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, moving closer to you.

You nodded weakly, pressing your head down against the pillow and bracing yourself for him. Every part of you ached for that feeling of his fat dick inside you, filling you up with every strong pump. Part of you though that he would make you say it out loud, but he had other thoughts in mind.

You gasped when you felt his tip pressing against your entrance, but not going in. Your pussy clenched around nothing, body trembling with anticipation as Hoseok leaned forward and kissed the skin of your shoulder.

“I really wanna fuck you hard tonight, baby,” he almost whispered, his voice so hoarse that your stomach did a somersault. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, please,” you said, trying to press yourself back against his cock. Hoseok hummed, his strong hands avoiding your hips from going any further. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“Ah, that’s such a dangerous thing to say.” Hoseok kissed your shoulder one more time. His warmth was sticking to you like perfume, making your breath come out heavy, eager. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

A moan left you as you felt him pressing against you, just enough for his tip to slither in halfway, giving you a tease of that burn you loved so much, only so he could stop again. “Yes, Hobi, please,” you begged for what should’ve been the hundredth time that night, holding tightly to the sheets. You couldn’t even perk your ass up, with his weight on top of you, so you were left at his mercy, waiting for him to fuck you at last. “I always take it so well, you know that.”

He sighed, sliding in just a bit more. His crown passed through your opening, making your muscles throb around him, and he paused once more, with a moan perishing in his throat. “All of it?” He asked.

“Yes, fuck, everything,” you pleaded, voice mellow. You couldn’t take any more of his torture, your mind was a frenzy and the need you felt for him was like a chokehold, stopping you from breathing properly. “Just put it in, please.”

Hoseok chuckled, feeling particularly merciful that night. “Such a hungry little cockslut, baby.”

With one thrust, he filled you to the brim, making you take everything he had to give you. Hoseok watched, amazed, as you cried out at the feeling, your beautiful lips opening and closing as you grew used to his size, then he moved his gaze to your pussy, dripping down on his cock, fighting to accommodate him. He could look at that all day.

He hissed, biting on his lip. “So perfect,” he mumbled to himself and rocked his hips forward. You whined at the motion, toes curling as you closed your eyes, diving into the pace he was starting to set, getting faster and rougher with each thrust until your headboard was banging against the wall in a way that you knew your neighbors were going to complain about.

But, at that time, it didn’t matter. All that it mattered was his cock pounding into you in a way that made your legs shake and your cunt flutter around him, tears accumulating at the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming gush of pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you. Intoxicated by him, you started to throw your body back against his hard member, helplessly trying to make him sink further inside you.

“That’s it, baby, take it.” Hoseok grunted, picking up his pace as he drilled inside you. The entire bed was shaking, and your thoughts had turned into nothing. “You’re making such a mess on my cock,” he breathed out, “It’s so fucking pretty.”

A sob left you as you felt his thick member moving impossibly deep, his thrusts hard and merciless, and you pressed yourself down against the bed one more time, holding tightly to the sheets as if they could save you from his advances. In fact, the entirety of you was a wreck at that point, and you couldn’t speak coherently even if you tried, instead babbling on about how good his cock felt inside you, how full you were — and how much you wanted more.

“Hobi, please,” you cried out, unsure of what your next words would be.

And, as if he knew that, he said, “Please what, baby?”

You didn’t know where it had come from, but you couldn’t hold yourself back from saying, “I want it harder.”

Instead of responding you, you felt a tug on your hair, Hoseok’s hand yanking your head back as he kept fucking your pussy with every ounce of strength he had inside him. The sensation quickly morphed from pain to pleasure, and you cried out his name. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

You swallowed hard. “Harder, please,” you sobbed.

Another pull of your hair had you perking your ass up against him, making you lean on your elbows. “Can you take it?” He asked, voice hoarse. His chest was pressed against your back, and every syllable he spoke reverberated against your skin. “Can this pretty pussy take all that, uh?”

“Yes, fuck, Hoseok, please,” you moaned, eyes closing with the feeling of pleasure only growing inside you. Another powerless movement of your hips, changing the angle just slightly, and you got him hitting your sweet spot over and over. “Fuck, yeah, right there, fuck-“

Hoseok groaned and let go of your hair, allowing for you to collapse back against the mattress. He, instead, placed his hand on your upper back and pressed your body down against the bed, fingers curling around your shoulder to support him, pulling your body down against his cock as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt with even more force.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” you moaned out, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. Everything was shaking: you, the bed, the world around you two. Every slap of his hips against yours was both hell and heaven, his cock hitting so hard and deep inside you that got you seeing stars. You loved the way he filled you up, like he was meant to be there.

“That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, leaning back and placing his hands back on your hips, using it to push you back against his throbbing dick. “That’s my girl, fuck. Taking it like a good slut.”

Trembling, you looked back just to see Hoseok with his head thrown back, moaning out as he continued to fuck you senseless. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung open, sweaty strands of hair falling over his furrowed brows and glistening under the bedroom light. He looked so fucking hot that you felt yourself clenching around his cock, whimpering at the lustful sight, and a new wave of euphoria hit you all at once, making you throw yourself forward.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. He was everything you could feel and think about, the sound of your wetness was like music to your ears. The world was too hot. “You’re gonna cum?”

“Yeah,” you whimpered, too drunk on his cock to even think straight. Hoseok could recognize that mewl in your voice anywhere, and he knew that you were really hanging by a thread. “God, it feels so good, Hobi.”

Hoseok leaned back in, and his hand was fast to grab another chunk of your hair and pull on it, making you crash up against his chest. You cried out both because of the tingle in your scalp, and because of the new angle of his thrusts, which helped him hit that special place all over again, making you see stars.

He placed his head on the crook of your neck, his voice hot and heavy with hunger as he spoke, “Cum on this fat cock, baby,” he groaned, his hips snapping hard against your pussy. “Make a mess on it, come on. I wanna see it.”

That was all that you needed to tilt you over the edge and you came around his cock with high-pitched yelps and the glorious call of his name. Hoseok cursed at the feeling of your cunt throbbing around his cock, your thighs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You tightened so much around him that his body jolted backwards, a gasp leaving him as he let go of your hair, that hand instead coming down to grope your ass. “That’s it, baby,” he said, watching as your wetness dripped down his cock, coating him so well. He could look at that all day, just following as you gushed around him so deliciously. “Oh, this is so fucking good.”

You could tell by the grogginess of his tone (and the increase in force of his hands around your hips) that he wasn’t far from his own high at that point. A weak, sensible whimper left you as you felt his dick throb inside you, the pleasure already shifting to a vague pain.

“Hobi, it’s too much,” you said, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Almost there,” he groaned, licking his lips. “Take it just a bit more for me, baby.”

And you would, just like you had done countless times before, because when Hoseok asked all that you could do was to accept it. Even with your cunt already sensitive and your body trembling, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to use you so he could fuck himself through an orgasm, spilling himself inside you until you were completely full of him.

That, you noticed, wouldn’t be long. With a loud, drawn-our moan and a throb of his cock inside you, his thrusts started to get more sloppy, impossibly faster, as he tried to reach his own climax.

“Can I cum inside you, baby?” Hoseok asked through clenched teeth, his voice breathless and drowning in lust. The ringing in your ears — courtesy of your orgasm — almost didn’t let you hear him. “Uh? Can I make a mess in this pretty little cunt?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you whimpered. The sensitivity was too much, but you loved it, and the idea of having his cum spilling inside you made a new wave of pleasure rock through your belly. “I want you to fill me up, Hobi.”

His breath hitched when you pulsated around him. “Good girl,” he praised. You loved when he called you that, it made you all warm and fuzzy. “Still so tight and wet for this cock, fuck.”

You bit down on your lip, eyes fluttering shut at his words, and the increasing force of his thrusts. “It’s all yours, Hobi.” You sighed, inebriated on the feeling of him. “Just cum inside me, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

And that (such a delicate, needy request from you) was all that he needed. Hoseok moaned and cursed as his hot cum overflowed inside you, the feeling being filled up making your walls clench around his cock, milking away the last drops of his seed as he continued to rock himself in and out of you. The obscene sounds of his cock fucking you through his orgasm, making his cum spill out was all that filled your thoughts for a moment, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of it dripping down your legs.

Hoseok winced after the last drop had fallen from his slit, his body thrusting forward one last time. “Fuck,” he said shakily, stopping his movements and closing his eyes in endless bliss. “I love your pussy so fucking much.”

There were no words in your head and you didn’t even know how to respond anymore. Instead, you whined as you felt him slip out, another wave of wetness pooling between your folds as his cum spilled out of you. Hoseok’s hands, however, were quick to curl around your thighs, keeping you in place as he dove back in. You were taken off guard, and a muffled sob came from your throat before you could control yourself.

“Hobi, wait!” You said, unsure of where you were going with that request. A loud, frustrated cry dripped from your mouth as Hoseok traced his tongue up your slit, cleaning his own cum out of you, swallowing everything as he groaned in delight. The sensation of his mouth was a lot to take in and you could feel your whole body start to shake. “God, stop, it’s too much.”

He hummed and, with a last lick against your entrance, he moved away from your cunt. “Sorry, baby,” Hoseok said, sounding everything but regretful. “You know I fucking love when you take my cum.”

You nodded, watching as Hoseok collapsed dramatically next to you, making the bed bounce with his weight. You took your chance to lower your body, hugging the pillows against your cheek when your legs finally gave out beneath you.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out. “We should do this more often.”

You giggled, turning on your side to see him better. There was a delicious ache between your thighs, and the afterglow of your orgasm had made you all weak. “All of this because of a fucking spider,” you joked, a bit drownsy.

Hoseok sprawled one hand against his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment. His breath was still heavy and shallow as he spoke, “Don’t hate me for this, but I kinda want more spiders around the house now.”

You giggled. “Right after my shower too,” you complained, wiggling your tired body over the sheets so you could move a bit closer to him. “I’m all sweaty now.”

He opened his eyes and found yours. Hoseok knew you very well, so he caught your drift instantly. “You know… if you’re going to take another shower, there could be more spiders in there.” He pointed towards the bathroom. “It could be very dangerous.”

You hummed, the ghost of a smirk already crawling up your lips. “Maybe you could join me? Just to protect me, of course.”

Hoseok smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Those are the house rules.”

#bts fic #bts smut #jung hoseok #hoseok smut #x reader #x you #smut #bts #bangtan boys #hoseok #bts x you #bts x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok pwp #bts pwp #reader insert #smut drabble #drabble

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jangosweat · 3 years

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Warm

Pairing: Boba Fett x female reader

Summary: you've been missing your guy and need to be with him.

Length: short// drabble

Warnings: NSFW, some strong language, explicit content, Boba is at your mercy, sorta sub!Boba, rope as a restraint, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, cock warming.

Tagging: some of the hoes in the GC (: @meabravo @kavecika @hobbitlover23 @blissful--moon @batfamily14 @onabouteverything @beskarprincessjenny @adonishxney @himboba-fett @mysticalgalaxysalad @rosethornsx @the-siren-writes-it @latenightsthoughtsnstuff

You're not entirely sure how Boba Fett had let all this happen and you weren't entirely sold on asking questions about it, it honestly made no difference because you were together, locked together in this room and you were grateful for it. It had been a long few weeks, he was gone on a mission that held more of his attention then you could possibly stand and it made you annoyed that you didn't have all of it. You always had it. The energy and stamina to keep up with a man like that turned him on more than anything but he needed to focus on the task at hand, no distractions, no delays. No lack of judgement.

He needed a clear head to get the job done and come home for a bit of rest and those little Holovids you were sending weren't helping him one bit.

He had a plan to punish you for it when he got back but he took it back, knowing you were missing him and needing him and his presence made his heart ache. So he gave you an option, one that landed you in his lap in his favorite chair.

You helped him out of his armor, setting it aside

with careful consideration, it was his father's after all and he took care of it well. He was always so swift in taking off his helmet and his undershirt in a flurry of black and green that made your head spin. Exposing his barrel like chest and earned battle scars from years in training and fighting and winning.

He told you to show him how much you clearly missed him, nuzzling his face into your neck about it. About the Holovids, how desperate your whines and pleas for him to come home. It made you hot.

You picked up his helmet, turning it over in your hands and placing it back on his head, cupping the cold, painted beskar and pressing your forehead to it with a soft smile. Then you pushed him back, falling into his armchair with an oof coming from the modulator, you climbed into his lap and hugged him to your chest, breathing him in. Blaster fire and residue filled your senses and something that was undeniably Boba Fett. You could never put your finger on it but it always smelled like home.

"I'm so glad you're home." You hummed into the space between his helmet and neck, lips dancing dangerously close to his tan skin. His arms encircled your waist, thumbs pressing against the bottom portion of your ribcage.

"I can tell." Boba answered with a chuckle, it bounced into your chest. "Are you going to show me how much you missed me or not?"

You pulled back and gave him a look, tilting your head like you had seen him do thousands of times. "Can I do it my way?"

"If that's what you want princess, I am at your needy mercy."

Perfect.

You hopped off of his lap, missing his warmth briefly before you started rifling through his utility belt, seeking out what your imaginative mind had been thinking about for weeks now. Boba watched you curiously. You finally found it.

You took off the hook from his grappling gun, uncoiling the sturdy black rope and turning around to face your man, waiting patiently as you strolled back over. "If you let me do things my way, I'm going to need your full participation. Is that ok?"

Boba waited a beat before giving you a slow nod.

"Good! Now hold out your hands, palms together." You heard Boba laugh, he's said those same words to you once or twice before.

He did as you asked, watching you wrap the rope around his wrists, wondering just what you had up your short little sleeves. Pleased with your work you bent over him and worked the belt he wore out of it's loops, the buckle clanging lightly as you wrenched it free and unzipped his pants.

You bit your lip as you pulled him out of his pants, he was already semi-hard and trying to get you to wrap your hand around him, little jumps of his hips as he sat. You shook your head.

"You said I could show you my way and that's not how we're going to do this, understand?"

Boba gulped. Your tone was something new and exciting, no one ever talked to him the way you were. Authority looked fucking delicious on you and he nodded once more. You smiled and grabbed the bottom of his helmet, tilting his head up at you.

"Good boy. Now sit still and let me show you how much I missed you. How much I missed you filling me up, consuming me like only you can. Making me feel safe and sated, I'm going to do that for you now." With a brighter smile and mischievous fox like grin you slipped off your sleep shorts, kicking them away before getting back to your spot on his lap, caging him in you reached beneath you, pumping his cock just enough to get him rock hard and throbbing in your grip, running the pad of your thumb over the slit that was already leaking a few beads to your delight. Giving him a nod of your own, you sat up just enough, rocking his cock back and forth over your clit and folds, gathering what wetness you had already produced from teasing him and sank down on it, inch by sinful inch.

You both gasped, Boba's head fell back against the chair, your hands pressing into his chest, feeling him tense and twitch inside you as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

He waited for the slow drag and pull of your cunt, for you to slide up and down his heavy cock, to feel your walls pull him in and grip him like no other. Your pussy was made to fit him, he was sure of that the first time he filled you.

But it never came.

You were just sitting there, in his lap, with his dick bottomed out in your core. You weren't moving at all.

"Princess… what are you d-doing?" His voice strained when you moved a little wiggling your hips on top of his, his thighs twitched a little with the rocking motion.

"Showing you how much I missed you cyar'ika. I told you how much I needed you, how I missed you filling me. I just need to feel you here." You moaned and grabbed his bound hands, placing them on your stomach, right where he was inside.

Fett grunted. At the way you called him your beloved at the fact that he could feel where he was, your pussy stretched nice and tight around keeping him in place and it started to make him anxious that you weren't going to move at all. You just wanted to have his cock inside you. To have all his attention, to have him locked and secure.

You just wanted to be warmed by his cock.

Boba's head lulled back again with a guttural groan, you too tik tocked your hips again, squeezing your walls on purpose, getting him to hiccup out another breath.

"Princess please… can you move just a little for me?" You hadn't even done anything and his voice, even through the modulator, was like he'd been fucked out for hours. His breath coming in short little pants.

"Why?" You breathed, smiling that you were making the Boba Fett become a mess.

"Please princess! I need you to move I can't-- I need to feel you. Like really feel you. Move up and down on my cock, clamp down on me." He was working himself up, his short nails scratching at your belly, stoking the fire you both were adding log after log too.

"Like this?" You squeezed him again.

"Stars! Princess… please. Please do this for me. I know you missed me, I know you did and I m-missed you too. Just… p-please I need you to move."

"Sounds like you're asking me to fuck you? Is that it? Is that what you want?" How you were able to keep your voice low and slow and not wrecked like his was a complete shock to the both of you.

"Yes."

"Say it. I wanna hear you say it Boba. Tell me you want me to fuck you." You preened.

"Please princess. I want you… I want you to fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock, use me how want, how you need it. Just please baby fucking move!" He practically cried out.

"Like this?" You beamed, proud of yourself with your hands on his bulky shoulders for leverage as you moved and rocked and slid his cock out and back in over and over, both of you had been so patient you needed the release. To feel him twitch and throb, to have your name falling from his pouty lips like dripping honey, his name falling out of your own mouth like a sacred prayer. Reaching higher and higher, you dig your nails into his skin.

"Princess… I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. I need it." Boba groaned, watching you bounce and get yourself off on him, fucking yourself in a fervor that made your legs ach from the prolonged torture of having Boba at your mercy. Hearing his strained voice and familiar low moan and faster rising and falling of his chest made you flush.

"Come on. Come on cyar'ika, give it to me. Give it all to me, fill me up please come on just a little longer." You whined and whined some more when he trapped your bundle of nerves between his pressed together thumbs. He circled it around as much as he could, the rope digging deliciously into his skin at this angle.

"Come on princess, I'm so close. Cum with me...now." Boba flung his head back panting and panting and then he came, hot spills of his seed shot up into your cunt, painting them white. Feeling it slick up your walls you came with him, a wail and gasp of his name echoed in the quiet air of the room. The obscene sounds of your love making coming to it's final climax.

You shook in his lap, coming down from your explosive high, your jittering fingers lifted off his helmet, his face was wet with sweat and passion, his bottom lip had a pair of deep teeth indentations. His brown eyes shined and his lips crashed against yours, clicking your teeth together. He came at you with such force you thought he might break your nose, you licked inside his mouth, fucking your tongues together.

Boba pulled away, kissing your cheek and temple, nuzzling his face against yours. "If this is what I get when I'm gone for a few weeks, I may have to take more jobs."

You pulled back instantly. "Absolutely not! Next time I'm coming with you."

"Then you won't fuck me like this again."

You smiled. "Well… we could always do it like this in Slave I."

That thought alone made his softening cock, still stuck in place give a little twitch, on its way to becoming hard once again.

That could definitely be an option.

#yeehaw motherfuckers #this came outta nowhere #i had a thot this morning #saw sub!boba in the gc and i just woof woof #e idea wouldn't leave me so here ya go #boba fucks #boba fett x you #boba fett x female reader #boba fucking fett

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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he’ll never see this ~ noen eubanks

word count: 1994

request?: yes!

“Hi can you do one imagine of Noen Eubanks, like, the reader is a tik toker or influencer something like that and they have a crush on each other,and they Fans are Shipping them.

Thanksss💖🖤💖🖤💖”

description: in which she admits her feelings for a fellow creator during a stream thinking he’ll never see it

pairing: noen eubanks x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of a new donation message coming in pulled you away from your game for a split second. The automated voice read the message out to you: “are there any influencers that you are totally crushing on right now?”

You chuckle to yourself as you turn back to your game. “You guys really wanna start something, huh? You realize this will be trending within an hour if I say anything.”

You glanced over at your chat to see they were begging you to tell them who your influencer crush was. You had mentioned a few times that there was a fellow influencer that you had a crush on, but you refused to admit who it was (for obvious reasons). Your viewers, however, were determined to find out who this mystery man you liked was.

“We promise we’ll keep it a secret,” you read, managing to catch one message before it disappeared into the void of never ending messages. “I don’t believe you guys at all.”

You laughed as you watched the chat blow up again. You finally paused your game and made your face cam bigger for the audience. “Okay, you know what? Fuck it, there’s no way he’ll ever see this and I’m not big enough of a content creator to have articles written about me. My influencer crush is Noen Eubanks. If you don’t know who he is, look him up on TikTok and you’ll totally understand why I have such a crush on him.”

Your chat went absolutely wild at this. You went back to playing your game, smiling to yourself as you did so. It felt nice to get that off of your chest, and you knew you were about to get a kick out of your fan’s reactions to this.

Like you said, you had no fear of Noen actually finding out what you said. You had a bit of a following, but it was nothing too big. Just enough that you could be classified as “Internet famous”, but not enough that admitting you had a crush on someone else who had a much bigger following than you would be a big deal.

Or so you thought.

After your stream, you decided to go right to bed. You were feeling tired and had to get up early to edit the video you were planning on uploading. You weren’t awake to witness the internet absolutely explode over your comment, but lucky for you it was still happening when you woke up the next morning.

When you checked your phone for the first time that day, you noticed that your notifications had blown up over night. You figured it was just your fans teasing you over your crush on Noen, which it partly was, but you noticed that it was also YouTube news Twitter accounts and internet tabloid accounts tagging you in their articles about your crush on Noen.

“Oh no,” you said, your eyes widening as you read through article after article, tweet after tweet.

Before you knew it, you had spent nearly two hours sat on the floor, reading through everything that mentioned both you and Noen. All the articles were the same: an brief introduction to you and your small Twitch/YouTube following, talking about you admitting to having a crush on Noen the night before, and asking whether the reading audience believed that you and Noen would make a good couple or not.

The reactions from fans were as entertaining as you figured - with many of your fans trying to come up with ship names for you and Noen and tagging him in clips from your stream - but then there were the less than entertaining reactions. Many people, whether they were Noen’s fans or just people who wanted to hate on you you weren’t sure, were saying you had mentioned Noen’s name just for clout, or that your “crush” was nothing more than an infatuation over his looks.

It wasn’t until your phone rang that you were finally pulled out of your trance and back to the real world. Your friend’s name lit up on your screen, and it took you a moment to collect yourself before you answered.

“(Y/N), have you been online yet today?” she asked.

You sighed and nodded, then remembered she couldn’t actually see you. “Yeah, I’ve been scrolling for the past two hours on Twitter.”

“You haven’t checked your Twitch page, or YouTube account yet?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “No? Should I?”

“You definitely should.”

You put her on speaker and switched to your Twitch app. You were shocked to see that you had skyrocketed in subs overnight, same with your YouTube page. You had gained a solid ten thousand subscribers on both platforms, and it was still rising by the second.

“So this situation has gained me more subscribers, who cares? That’s not why I talked about Noen on stream,” you said.

“Oh no, honey. It isn’t just the situation that has given you new subscribers. Go check Noen’s Twitter.”

You knew what she was implying, but you had to see it for your own eyes. You immediately opened the Twitter app again and typed in Noen’s name. You were brought to his Twitter page, where his most recent tweet was a link to the clip from your stream along with a caption that read, “When your internet crush calls you *their* internet crush”.

You covered your mouth in shock. You were sure you were about to start screaming, but you were so speechless that you couldn’t force any sounds from your mouth.

“I’m assuming by the silence that you’ve seen it,” your friend said after a prolonged moment of silence.

“D-Did he just c-call me his...?” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“He did,” your friend confirmed. “And both of your fans are going wild. They’ve already come up with a ship name for you, which isn’t the most clever name but I admire their spirit.”

You could barley hear what your friend was saying. You were still staring at the tweet in disbelief. Your mind could barley comprehend anything else besides the fact that your online crush thought the same as you. You were trying to tell yourself not to get too worked up, as it was most likely that nothing was going to come from this besides some gossip for a week or more, but your heart was still racing with excitement.

You gasped as a notification popped up on the top of your screen: “@/eubanks_noen is requesting to message you”.

“He’s trying to DM me,” you whisper, so silently that you could barley hear yourself.”

“What?”

“He’s trying to DM me! On Twitter!”

“What are you doing talking to me?! Go answer his DM!”

You were too focused to laugh as you hung up the phone and went into your DMs. The familiar profile picture that you saw almost every day on your timeline was the first thing you saw in your message requests. Your whole body was shaking so much that you could barley see the screen as you pressed to open it.

“hi :)”

It was a very simple message, but it was enough to make your heart race even more.

You were debating on messaging back, wondering if maybe this was a fake account or something. But you knew there was only one way to find out for sure, so you took a deep breath and responded.

“hi! :)”

His response came near seconds later: “so...we’re the internet’s hottest power couple, huh?”

You chuckled to yourself. “i guess we are. sorry if i ruined your mentions last night. i didn’t think it would blow up the way it has. i’m not all that famous online.”

“are you kidding me? you’re like one of the best twitch streamers. i’ve watched every single one of your streams, including last night’s”

You felt your face heating up, but a slight groan of embarrassment came from your lips. You were thinking of all the embarrassing things you had said and done on stream, and now wished you could just melt into the floor or erase the entire internet.

“oh that’s embarrassing. i’d say i’m not that awkward and dumb in real life, but i’m actually more so”

“i wouldn’t say you’re awkward or dumb at all. i think you’re adorable”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed to no one in particular. If your face got any hotter, it would be on fire.

“you really know how to talk to a girl”

“i really don’t, but i’m glad you’re enjoying my attempts to flirt”

“so you’re flirting? never would’ve known”

“i know, it’s hard to tell. i’m trying to be subtle”

You continued to message Noen for a while. It felt so natural, as if you weren’t talking to someone you had been crushing on for about a year now. You were extremely glad you weren’t coming off as awkward as you normally felt.

Finally, after having been sat on the floor for a good three hours, your back began to ache and your stomach was growling so loudly in attempts to get your attention. You realized then that you had put getting breakfast on hold in order to fall deep into the hole of internet gossip that had surrounded you overnight.

“love talking to you and all, but i’m gonna have to go for a little bit. i’ve been sat on the floor basically since i woke up and i haven’t eaten yet today so my stomach is very upset with me”

“why are you on the floor? 😂”

“when i’m stressed i tend to sit down no matter where i am, and i was very stressed to see my name plastered all over social media this morning”

“why were you stressed over that?”

“it’s not something i’m exactly used to. like i said, i’m not overly famous online. i just have a small following. i’m not someone who has an article written about every little thing she says. also like i said, i didn’t expect you to see me admit that i have a crush on you last night, so i was so worried about what your reaction was going to be”

“i guess i can understand that. i haven’t had a lot written about me. i’m not a big tiktoker like some of my friends are, but i guess that’s a blessing”

You started to type another message, but paused when you saw the three dots from Noen indicating that he was typing something else.

“for what it’s worth, i’ve had a internet crush on you since you first started streaming”

Your jaw dropped at this. You had started streaming months before you even knew about Noen, which meant he had known about you before you knew about him. Just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better.

“wow! that’s quite a while. you must be one of my first subscribers then”

“i’m up there i think. i’ll wear that badge with pride”

The three dots again. You waited anxiously to see what he was about to say.

“i liked getting to talk to you today, though. maybe we could talk offline sometime, like through text or phone call. maybe meet in person eventually”

Your smile was so wide that it hurt your cheeks. “yeah, i’d really like that”

You exchanged phone numbers and added his to your contacts. You finally pulled yourself off the floor and started making a super late breakfast while also starting to edit your next video since you had also gotten such a late start on that.

You were putting your food on a plate when your phone chimed, indicating a new text message.

“btw, it’s nice to finally get to meet you internet crush :)”

“it’s nice to get to meet you, too, internet crush”

You sat at the table, your heart feeling warm. And to think, it all came true thanks to one nosy donation.

Not sure how much I like this imagine, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!

#noen eubanks #noen eubanks imagine #noen eubanks x reader #imagine #one shot #request #tiktok #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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issamhysa · 3 years

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Cuddle Me!

Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Warnings: A probably ooc Akaashi (i think?? bruh i don't even know)

A/N: I don't even write for Akaashi but like,,,, you ever feel mega lonely at 4am and write random shit to make you feel better? Yeah, no, me neither. I based this off of a Haikyuu tik tok I saw.

Akaashi is never late for work. Even though he doesn't really clock in until nine, he'll be up at six and out the door at seven to beat morning traffic, and today is no different.

Except it is, only a little.

Keiji finds himself having a hard time getting out of bed. You’re too warm for your own good, perfectly combating the chill of the snow storm raging outside your window. However, he begrudgingly extracts himself from your arms, immediately regretting it when his bare feet meet cold wood.

He opts to shorten his shower time to make up for the time he spent debating whether it was worth getting out of bed earlier, and makes himself a cup of coffee before coming back up to your room.

Ever since you two started living together, it became customary of Akaashi to press a kiss to your forehead and tell you he loves you, even though, most of the time, you’re knocked out cold. Despite that, he can’t ever leave the house without doing it, and on the strange occasions he does, he’ll always come running back to do it before leaving.

As he's throwing his coat on to leave, you sit up with a little groan and the sleepiest expression Akaashi has ever seen. You rub at your eyes with the sleeves of his old high school hoodie and stretch your arms out, making grabby hands at him.

"Kei... Cuddle me…" You're whining with your bottom lip tucked into a pout, and Akaashi all but melts at the sight.

Oh, he’s definitely gonna be late for work now.

"What?" Akaashi asks. He heard you the first time, but he just needs to hear it again, because you sound so damn cute when all you want to do is go back to bed with him in your arms.

"Cuddle..." You say a bit louder, interrupted by the yawn that leaves your lips. Your eyelids are drooping, telling Keiji you're only a couple of moments from falling asleep. But you refuse to do so, not unless he gets back in bed with you.

You’ve always been stubborn like that.

And Keiji is dying inside.

"You wanna cuddle?" He asks quietly, his voice carrying a little playful lilt to it. He’s already stripping off his coat and ridding himself of his shoes. By the time you nod and let out another tiny whine, he's back in bed, pulling you close so you can tuck your face into the crook of his neck, just how he knows you like it.

"Okay," he whispers, pressing his lips to the crown of your head and smiling against your warm skin. Slowly, he lets his eyelids close, letting the sound of your content breathing lull him back to sleep.

There was no way he’d be able to drive in all that snow, anyway.

#it's just #i'm so in love w him #this is so bad i'm sorry #keiji akaashi #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi #akaashi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader

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strabius-berry · 3 months

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I noticed recently that a lot of videos saved to my tiktok collection are unavailable now, so I wanted to save my favorite in case it ever disappears.

#i say stuff #this is the only good content i have ever seen to come out of tik tok #amidalababe #tiktok #september by sparky deathcap #the last unicorn

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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lip sync your way into my heart

( @thecomfortofoldstorries and I got into a fun head-cannon debate last night about Tik Tok POVs and this is what happened)

--- Jaskier has never really been in the loop when it comes to social media. He was behind the curve when he made his Tumblr and he was two years late to sign up for Twitter. It’s no surprise that he finally downloads Tik Tok and makes an account several months after it’s become a viral platform.

That also means all the good usernames are taken; Jaskier types in @buttercup-bard, sees that it’s available, and calls it a day. This isn’t an app he’s going to care about. It’s just to waste time during his forty minute commute to and from campus.

Alas, he has ADHD...and this shit is addictive.

Especially, he hates to admit, the thirst-trap hotties who do weird, obscure, edgy POV videos. Jaskier knows they’re aimed primarily towards teen and young adult women but he’s a red-blooded Redanian gay. He’s horny. He can watch a few POV Tik Toks on the bus and thirst after pretty boys with big muscles...as a treat.

By Jaskier’s second week of classes he’s found a definite favorite Tik-Tokker (is that what they’re called? Or is it influencer? Jaskier doesn’t care). The guy is gorgeous. He has beautiful honey-gold eyes and long, silvery-white hair; which is appropriate since his handle is @whitehairdontcare. He makes a wide range of content, too. Perfect for Jaskier’s Concerta-focused tastes. There are some dances here and there and some Q&A videos, but for the most part he does POVs.

Jask and his roommates, Essi and Priscilla, have spent many happy hours poring over Mr. White Hair’s account, watching and re-watching their favorites from his vast repertoire of content. Essi loves his weird, edgy-boi shit. Stuff with titles like “POV: I fight the bully who insulted your haircut” or “POV: you make a deal with the devil for true love”. Stuff that Jaskier would have been into when he still listened to My Chemical Romance on the regular (okay, he still does, but don’t tell Essie).

Priscilla is a huge fan of Tik Tok dances. She follows every challenge and ranks her favorites, compiling them into a YouTube series that’s more for her self-gratification than anything else. Mr. White Hair is generally towards the top of her list whenever he deigns to follow a trend that doesn’t involve badly applied makeup blood smears. The guy clearly works out and the definition of his body (and the movements of said really hot body) make the dances look so much more fluid and fun. Jaskier and Priscilla clearly share a brain-cell when it comes to appreciating Mr. White Hair’s hotness.

Jaskier’s favorites, of course, are the cute little POVs that lie scattered between all the edgy ones. Stuff made for the softies of Tik Tok. Stuff made for boys like Jaskier. “POV: I fix your car for you” is the one he’s probably re-watched the most. Mr. White Hair is lying on his back beneath a jacked-up blue car, oil smeared in a few strategic places on his face, chest, and arms. At the very end of the Tik Tok he moves the wrench out of the way of his face completely and winks directly into the camera.

Jaskier hates to admit it, even to himself, but no matter how many times he’s watched that stupid twenty-give second video, that wink drops his heart straight down into his shoes and fills his stomach with butterflies.

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“Hey do you guys carry fake blood here?” an almost terrifyingly deep voice asks from behind him. Jaskier twirls around on his heel, Retail Smile firmly in place, and loses his shit the moment he sets eyes on his latest customer.

It’s Mr. White Hair.

Here. In the middle of the aisle of the Party City where Jaskier works every weekend. He’s either going to throw up or pass out or both.

He doesn’t though. Instead, the Demon Lord of Retail possesses his body momentarily and nods, “Right over this way!” He leads the insanely attractive influencer over to the year-round section of Halloween FX makeup and gestures towards the shelf filled with various fake blood capsules, bottles, and packets.

“Thanks,” Mr. White hair smiles. Jaskier nods again, silent, and drifts back towards the counter in a daze. He’s the only one on shift right now (it is not a very busy Party City) and he knows that he can’t pass out on the dirty tile floor or he’ll get fired (and perhaps tetanus). He just needs to power through the next few minutes and then he can crouch next to the helium tank and freak the fuck out.

But not until Mr. White Hair is gone.

Just as Jaskier is re-learning how to breathe normally, the sexy internet star makes his way towards the counter with an armful of products and the retail worker loses it again. Thank god for the ability to compartmentalize.

“So, just these for you?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem! I love your Tik Toks by the way,” Jaskier replies automatically. His eyes widen slightly. Why the fuck did I mention his Tik Toks!?

“Thanks,” the guy says and blushes. “I didn’t know they’d gotten so popular.”

“You have like two million followers?” Jaskier laughs. “I think that makes you pretty popular. Maybe even famous.”

“Oh yeah...right.”

“Anyway, your total is going to be twenty-one fifty.”

Mr. White Hair pays and Jaskier bags all his fake blood, wondering the whole time exactly what kind of content he can look forward to seeing. More of Essi’s edgy shit, apparently. As he’s handing the plastic bag over the counter, Jaskier smiles and works up the courage to ask, “Is your hair naturally white? I don’t mean to pry, it’s just really pretty.”

Geralt’s face goes slightly pinker than before and he nods. “Yeah. Weird genetic thing. Thanks.”

“No problem. Right on,” Jaskier beams. “Well, it was nice meeting a famous person. Thanks for stopping in.”

“Thanks for helping me out,” the Tik Tokker replies. Jaskier watches him exit the store before ripping his phone from his pocket and dialing Essi. He needs to talk to her before he spirals into a giddy panic attack.

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“Hey Jask have you seen that hot guy’s latest Tik Tok?” Priscilla asks, lounging across her futon like a queen. Jaskier looks up from his copy of The Collective History of Aedirnian Funeral Dirges and wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, why?”

“You should go check your phone. I think you’ll be happily surprised.”

“Oh-kay,” Jaskier says, drawing out the ‘kay’ for as long as it takes him to get up from his seat on the floor and exit the room. He retrieves his phone from the charger in the kitchen and returns to Priscilla’s bedside. He opens his new favorite app and pulls up @whitehairdontcare’s page. There’s a new POV from earlier this morning and Jaskier taps on it.

His eyes go round when he reads the caption: “POV: You’re the cute cashier at the Party City and I’m bad at flirting”.

Mr. White Hair is staring into the camera with those beautifully golden eyes, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand while he lip syncs to whatever song is playing. He’s wearing a tight, navy blue v-neck and Jaskier can see the movement of every one of his ridiculously defined muscles as they flex. The silver wolf’s-head necklace Mr. White Hair always wears around his neck is in its usual place, dangling down between those perfect collarbones…

Jaskier takes a shaky breath and glances up at his friends, who are staring back at him with wide eyes. “It could be about anyone.”

“How many Party Cities do you think he went to yesterday?”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up,” Jaskier snorts. “He’s a social media influencer and I am one semester away from finishing my degree and my thesis. Why would he ever want to be with someone like me?”

Essi rolls her eyes and Jaskier goes back to his homework.

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Later that night, alone in his room, Jaskier plugs his earbuds into his phone and watches the Tik Tok over and over. He finds the song Geralt used and adds it to his Work Is Tough playlist, which he’s allowed to play over the loudspeakers at the store so long as he’s working a solo shift.

He watches Mr. White Hair’s plush pink lips move around the words and dreams of kissing them someday, as far-fetched as that scenario is (because this video is definitely not for him, that’s impossible):

“My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me, so I die happy.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury,

or wear as jewelry; whichever you prefer.”

Fucking Dashboard Confessional. Of course. One of Jaskier’s favorite bands from his emo days in middle school. If this really was for Jaskier, if this really was a legitimate attempt at online flirtation by Mr. White Hair himself, it was working.

Jaskier buries his head in his pillow and sighs.

#geraskier fic #geraskier tik tok au #there will be a part 2 i promise #geraskier fanfic #geraskier #geraskier au #all I do is make aus all day and work retail #geraskier fluff #flirty geralt #influencer geralt #party city employee jaskier #college student jaskier #geraskier college au #geraskier alternate universe #oops I keep making cute shit

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emilyoftheshadows · 3 years

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Person A catches a bus home everyday, but today, they're so exhausted that they fall asleep, suddely they feel a light tap on their shoulder and open their eyes to see a cute guy/gal/person smiling at them. "Sorry to wake you, bit this is your stop, i hope you slept well"

So, this is the first piece I have written and posted here! This is a fluffy drabble loosely based on the prompt above as well as some tik tok ideas i've seen. I hope you enjoy and don't judge too hard :)

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Aelin never knew that she could feel such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time. The hectic events she had endured earlier in her day had left her drained and in dire need of sleep.

She started out her mornings as usual - brewing her coffee with the help of an overly excited Fleetfoot. On the subway ride to work, coffee in hand, she explicitly remembered checking her emails for any important notices regarding her job. As an advertising agent, she dealt with multiple clients at one time. With her meticulously organized calendar and the help of her overworked assistant Marion, she was usually able to keep everything in check. Today was not one of those days.

As she entered her office, Marion greeted her with her tablet in hand- Aelin’s schedule color coded, labeled and sorted by hour.

“Good morning Ms. Galathynius, ready to hear your schedule for today?” Aelin nodded, sipping her coffee as Marion listed her client meetings for the upcoming day. As they entered her office, Aelin paused.

“Marion, could you please repeat that first meeting again?”

“The Havilliard Scotch pitch at 12?” And that was when Aelin knew she was fucked. This pitch was meant for a well known drinking company in New York, fast on the come up. Havilliard Sr. was known to be picky about his branding, scrutinizing most agencies that had helped him before. She had barely gotten this client, practically begging Nehemia for the job. As she worked the branding, she had become worried about the content she was producing.

She was so worried about this pitch, that she had taken her laptop home last night in hopes of triple checking her work for mistakes and to fine tune some details. And that's where her laptop was at that moment. At her apartment, across town, sitting on her desk, collecting dust. Her mind raced at how to solve her predicament. The subway ride to and from her apartment was too long of a trip to make before the meeting and, like an amateur, she hadn’t saved her files anywhere else but her laptop. She was completely fucked.

Marion stood in the doorway, confused on what was going on in Aelin’s head. Aelin decided to finally release herself from her stupor. “Marion, could you please go find Aedion for me? And tell him it’s an emergency.”

With a determined look on her face, her assistant went as fast as her short legs could carry her to Aedion’s office on the adjacent part of the building floor she was on. Within minutes, Aedion was standing at her door, panting like he had just sprinted the fastest race of his life. The good thing about having her overbearing cousin work with her, is that she knew that in any problem he would help in an instant. And this was one hell of a fucking problem.

“What happened Aelin? Are you okay? Were you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”

“You idiot I am physically fine, but still screwed and I need your help.” Aedion released the first breath Aelin had seen him take since entering her office.

“You know, when Marion power walked into my office saying you had an EMERGENCY and she didn’t know what was wrong with you, I definitely thought you would be passed out on your floor with blood on your face. But, you know, thanks for the heart attack. Really woke me up this morning.”

Aelin rolled her eyes at him. He was more dramatic than her, and that spoke volumes in itself.

“Aedion, please it really is an emergency. I have the big pitch for the Havilliard Scotch today and I left my laptop with the presentation at my apartment.” Aedion’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew that Aelin had been obsessed about this pitch and that mistakes like this only happened to her once in a blue moon. Aelin saw understanding dawn on his face and took that as a sign to continue.

“Now, I know a while back I sent you the rough drafts of the branding from when I first got the pitch. Is there any chance that you have the email or presentation saved still? If I have the basis of the presentation, I have an hour to build on it and hopefully fix this.”

Aedion’s face fell at the request. “We can go look, but you know I’m not the best at organizing my files Ace. It could be anywhere on my computer or not at all.” With those reaffirming words, Aelin and Aedion walked at a brisk pace back to his office. Combing through Aedion’s computer was an agonizing process. There were files saved from years ago that should’ve been deleted, and backtracking through all the contents of his computer made Aelin want to stab her eyes out. But it was all worth it, because hidden in the depths of this man’s terribly organized computer was the presentation. With a quick click of a button, she emailed the document to herself. She gave a half ass hug to Aedion, then practically ran to her office to start reworking her pitch on the computer there.

Aelin believed it was pure adrenaline that enabled her to finish her pitch in time for the Havilliard meeting. With a strong foundation laid out before her from her first draft, she had constructed almost her exact pitch that was left at home. Aelin waited for the Havilliards in the boardroom, smoothing out her clothes as she paced at the front. Far too soon, Marion escorted Havilliard Sr., Dorian Havilliard, and their close friend and partner Chaol Westfall into the room for her presentation. The three men had sat down in silence with no introduction, except for a small encouraging smile from the younger Havilliard. Taking that as her sign to start, Aelin cleared her throat.

“Hello gentlemen, today I want to present to you the future of Havilliard Scotch…”

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As the men had exited the room single file, Aelin finally allowed herself to relax. That had felt like the longest pitch of her life. Going into the meeting, she had known the men were notorious for being extremely serious and critical of their agents. What she had not expected was the whispered words between the men after she had finished her presentation. As she looked on, Dorian Havilliard had finally broken away from their circle to address her.

“Miss Galathynius, thank you for your time. We will get back to you shortly about our decision to run with this branding or not.” With a quick nod and gesture to his companions, the trio had stood up and left the room. She was utterly shocked. Aelin had poured her sweat and tears into this pitch, quite literally, and they had just thanked her and left. No critiques, no opinions, no nothing.

Quite honestly, Aelin was exhausted. She had spent most of her brain power reworking that pitch in that 45 minutes before that meeting and she had nothing left to give today. Yet, she still had a full schedule left to woo clients and work on her other projects. By the time Aelin trudged back to the subway, she was ready for a nice dinner at home followed by a restorative night of sleep with Fleetfoot at her side.

Now, as she entered the subway, she immediately noticed the mystery man sitting down a few feet away from her. The man was moderately built, with muscles that were outlined by the fabric of his long sleeve t-shirt. His style was simple with a pair of nice jeans and Doc Marten boots, but that just allowed one's focus to settle on the beautiful creation that was his face. Mystery man had a strong jawline, lined with a bit of stubble and scruff. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green like none that she had seen before, his head topped with luscious silver hair. As the subway started, Mystery Man continued to sketch drawings into his book. Now, Aelin was never one to back down from an opportunity to flirt with one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. She was a single woman in a big city, why the hell not. But her day had taken a toll on her, and she just didn’t know if this was the right time or place. So, she opted to put in her headphones as she waited for her stop, listening to relaxing music to calm her anxieties regarding the failed Havilliard pitch.

Seeing that her stop was next, Aelin rose from her seat to wait in line for the doors to open. As she waited, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Low and behold, there was the Mystery Man standing next to her with a piece of paper in hand. As she pulled her headphone out, the man silently handed her the paper. Looking down, she saw a pencil sketch of herself on the subway. The drawing was beautifully done with bold lines and harsh shading, contrasted by highlights created from the fluorescent lights of the subway. Her eyes welled up, immediately grateful for this thoughtful gift after such a horrible day. The Mystery Man saw her emotions, startled to see tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy. I just… I like to draw and when I saw you… I mean, it’s just you’re so stunning..” The man’s face flushed red as he tried to justify his beautiful art. Aelin laughed out loud for the first time today at his misunderstanding of her swell of emotions.

“Oh no, these are just tears of..uhmm.. happiness? I guess…” She started to flush at her own awkwardness, trying to explain her emotions this time.

“I just had a really rough day and feel like shit. But this drawing is beautiful and I really am grateful that such a talented artist like yourself chose me as your muse today.” Aelin watched as the Mystery Man reacted to such a lavish compliment, somehow developing an even deeper blush with a shy smile . Gaining confidence from his reaction, she decided to make her move before she exited for her upcoming stop.

“Hey, Mystery Man, why don’t I give you my number? Seeing that I am your muse and all, I would really like to learn more about your art.” It was a subpar pickup line at best, but hey, she had a long day and for the circumstance she thought it good enough. The man gave a deep timbered laugh at her pickup line, clearly enjoying their conversation now.

“I think I might be one step ahead of you actually. Flip the drawing over.” As she flipped the paper, she saw a messy scrawl with the name Rowan, and what she could only assume was his number. The sight of these two things brought her complete giddiness. Giddiness that made you want to jump in the air and pump your fist because you're so excited. She looked up at Rowan, smirking as she tucked the piece of paper into her purse.

As the subway doors opened and they were pushed apart by bypassers, she turned around one last time to look at the man who had brightened her day beyond belief. She winked at Rowan as she walked away, not missing the wide smile he gave in return as the subway doors closed and continued on to the next stop.

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myobsessionraven · 3 years

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Right where you left me

Arcade (chapter 7)

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An: i usually avoid writing these but its my BIRTHDAY today so hehe.

*these are Beastboy's thoughts and the 'him' is a reference to Damian*

Narrator's P.O.V (Point Of View)

He laid on the green comforter baffled as all of his thoughts jogged around his memories; the joy and the grief, all of it. The times he found happiness in the least all because he grew from the worst; the bliss of waking up to the happy chattering, pointless question of his friends and blazing alarms. The times he remained content.

Today was not one of those days; not one of the days he found a way to avoid, to distract himself from the memories he kept reminiscing on, kept going back to even after all the rejection. The times where his mind wandered off to the same question

'If it was supposed to be their fairy tail then why did she let him in ?' He always gave himself the same answer yet it never nourished his broken heart, bloomed his wilted thoughts. He needed to realise that two made a whole, filling up a half with daydreams of desire could never achieve a pair of one.

It was so hard on his mind and his body, his heart and his soul trying to realise she has someone in her heart who isn't him and possibly never was.

He hated this feeling of envy to someone he didn't know; he needed to take accountability of his thoughts and control his toxicity towards a person he never took a chance to meet. He kept looking back on the past finding solace in times when he was the only prince in her life even when he knew that time was a delusion he created.

5 years ago...

He looked at his four acquaintance as excitement rattled through his body and flowed through his veins. It was hard to believe someone had accepted him after all the torture and the pain he had to endure in his life. He had found himself a fraternity. It was all finally coming to a fresh beginning, a new page.

A new chapter was unfolding in front of his eyes in a book filled with angst. It seemed to him as if all the grief had led to this very moment-led to this tower with two cool dudes and two beautiful ladies. It never helped that both the woman of the house were nose bleedingly gorgeous and breathtakingly perfect, it very well might have been his hormones speaking up for him but he didn't care he was happy to be there, happy to be there with them- all of them.

He found each acquaintance of the house unique and attractive in specific ways yet one was more intriguing than the rest; more mysterious, a puzzle he couldn't put together supported by her eccentric behaviour. Her name was Raven. He was indecisive about his opinions towards her at first, he had days he wished to crack her up along with her fickle behaviour towards people there were days where he wanted to give up and accept defeat let triumph shove a tongue in his face as he sulked in a disaster of his thoughts.

Yet he continued on, let that special something draw him towards her, tie their souls together with an invisible thread thereby he continued his observation and obsession with her.

Told her jokes took any chance he had to spend time with her until they became friends with misunderstandings ever so often trying to break their iron grip but it never mattered when he knew they would always find the sunlight behind those grey clouds; it never mattered when he knew they would find it together.

4 years ago...

It was intimate the small gestures he made towards her or anyone yet it never felt that way. Not to him. It was always natural with his behaviour of expressing his feelings through his hugs and touch rather than words.

Like the lingering moment beneath their wandering gaze towards the gleaming stars tinkling in the dark night. They were setttled in a comforting silence- a rare occasion with his mouth that never seemed to shut up. Yet none of them had to speak anything both dazzled by the beauty of the stars that lit up the black sky.

Living in the tall tower isolated from the town had its perks and one of them had to be the view; the experience of sunrise in the dawn, sunset and the stars in the night sky.

He let his brain drift in a thoughtless wreck just lying on the concrete beneath him with his forearm as pillow.

He suddenly felt a feather light weight ponder down on his shoulder he looked up a bit crooked from his state towards the long map of the roof only to be met with tufts of lavender hair lying on his shoulder as the owner swept away in a peaceful slumber.

He let a smile grace his lips as he continued to enjoy the view until Raven wasn't the only one sleeping peacefully on the top of the roof.

3 years ago...

He laid on the bed, white sheets spread through it's surface as grimacingly intoxicating scent of medicine hit his nose like a donation to his million dollar headache. He tried to find some comfort in the the growing pain only to be met with a harsh tug of a hand.

"Ouch rae that hurt" he complained

"Not my fault you stole robin's bike once again and drove it so recklessly around the town" he wasn't expecting a reply yet her witty remark was no surprise to him too.

"I thought your doctors magic was supposed to heal my head completely" he whined out his voice showcasing the true depth of his pain.

Like most of his painful quarrels this was again unheard by her tone deaf ears as she occupied herself with his head and let her eyes reply to the remark shooting a harsh glare his way before she spoke her feelings out in words too.

"I can't completely heal you Beastboy you know that, now stop whining like a child we both wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for you not wearing a helmet"

"I couldn't have rae it would ruin my handsome looks- he added a dramatic sigh for good measures before starting from where he left off-besides no one like helmets if they did they would be called heaven-mates " he cracked up on his own joke for a second forgetting about the world as tiny droplets of tears fell from his eyes his mouth cracking up with his echoing laughter.

"_"

" the self control I have over my hand right now to not hit you over the head is just as strong as the displeasure of every girl after seeing you "

"Hey I'm handsome and you know it" eyebrows wiggle

"Never mind I'm hitting you on the head"

2 years ago...

He thought she was cute. It didn't help that he had started possessing a minuscule crush on her over the course of the years he spent with her. He adored everything she did, he noticed her presence before herself. He found her stunning even after a fight with the green gooey monster that haunted their town. He adored it all the arguments and the moments, the hugs and the swats it was always a bonus of being with her; a combination of the evil and the pure, a combination of the yin and the yang.

Though none of these things altogether could build up to the one thing, that one action,the one feeling his body adopted when she blushed. Yes it was raven's blush that he reckoned the most spectacular. He'd only seen her blush one time in the 3 years they spent together, it didn't help the blush that adored her puffy cheeks was not reciprocation to one of his corny pickup lines but this time he hoped to make the above statement true.

"Hey rae"

No reply

He would continue anyways he was used to her methods of disrupting his profound confidence.

"I was blinded by your beauty,

I will need your number and name for insurance purposes" he said a cheesy grid that settled on his face but it fell as quickly as it stood as his met her obviously annoyed expression with the compliment of an eye roll. Well he could always give it another shot he decided.

"Don't get scared if a fat guy with a white beard kidnaps you tonight,

I told Santa what I wanted"

"That was an original" was her sarcastic remark

Hey what if he stole it from a guy on tik tok it was the feelings and effort that mattered... right? He heard the red alarm blaze once again signifying their call of duty. It was alright he would bring himself enrapture in the fact she responded... for now.

1 year ago...

They were fighting again all because of him. A stranger who managed to ruin their-his life to it's full extent or at least that's what he wished to believe, that's what gave him a break from those dreadful nights, that's what made him consume the food without having the urge to pile it out above all that's what made him stop blaming himself. He knew it was never late enough to step back and let the harsh realisation hit him; slap him with all its worth. But with at what cost? It would be hard upon him, it would crack him up and he was not ready for that. Yet he knew all along in his mind that he could live without her love but never without her. So he'll just protect her from afar hope for the best anything to prevent him from losing her, anything to see her presence each day leave this argument behind them stay up at nights to make sure she was safe that's all after all he could do with breaking her happiness.

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#bbrae #damirae #damian wayne #love triangle #dc comics #rachel roth #fanfic #youtube

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justabitbelowaverage · 3 years

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Tik Tok's Problematic Mental Health Community

Gatekeeping is a staple of any large-scale community. However, I think most of us can agree that one place it really doesn't belong is the mental health community. Unfortunately, that's exactly what we're getting from Tik Tok on a daily basis.

TW's: Swearing, mentions of mental health, mentions of trauma, mentions of abuse

Let me just start by saying, I'm not shitting on Tik Tok as an app. I love Tik Tok, you love Tik Tok, everyone loves Tik Tok. My main focus is on the mental health community both making videos and commenting on them. And of course, not everyone in the community displays problematic behavior and it wouldn't be fair of me to lump them all together but, while I should say, “the toxic side of the mental health community on Tik Tok", I'm going to just call it “The Community” a lot for simplicity's sake.

In all honesty, I do my best to stay away from the mental health side of Tik Tok simply because I'm there to vibe with the cosplayers and hype up my friends, not really to be educated or do any educating. HOWEVER, when I do get a video that relates to mental health, I tend to go down a rabbit hole so I’ve definitely seen enough content to notice the dangerous patterns.

So, without further long winded exposition, here's the top three problems with the mental health community on Tik Tok:

1. Highschool Cliche Mentality

This is also known as black and white thinking but I think you'll see why I prefer to refer to it differently. You know that scene in Mean Girls where they're walking through the cafeteria and pointing to all the different cliques at the tables? That's how The Community views the world.

Yesterday, I saw a video on my For You Page that was basically someone getting irritated about someone saying they experienced trauma because their mother took their phone for the day.

Obviously, they used an example that's meant to seem like an experience that can't be traumatic. When I looked to the comments, there were a fair share of people saying that comparing trauma is wrong but there were even more comments justifying the video's message. Because it was just an example of something a “popular white girl would say for attention.”

Anyone can be depressed. Anyone can be traumatized. Just because someone mentioned something that happened to them that seemingly dulls in comparison to what you have experienced, does not give you the right to say that it wasn’t traumatic for them. Not to mention the fact that they may be testing the waters with how much they can open up to you about.

The Community likes to pretend that people who seem to have their life together or have a similar attitude as the high school bully in every teen coming of age movie ever means that they can't possibly have mental health struggles of their own without it being made up for attention.

Invalidating mental illness is exactly what we should be against and yet, The Community insists on pushing this narrative that they are the ones spreading the word so they are helping people. In reality, they're making people feel even worse about themselves and are potentially doing far more harm than good by basically saying certain people aren't allowed to feel depressed or anxious.

No matter the skin color, background, wealth, sex, gender, or what have you, ANYONE can have mental health problems. Even the people who seem like those popular cheerleader cliches on the outside.

2. “Breaking” The Stigma

The stigma around mental health is something we all want to go away, of course. But there's a slippery slope when you start saying, “People with [insert mental illness] don't actually act like that.”

It kind of overlaps with the High School cliche mentality. For example, I saw a video that basically showed someone with anxiety whose hands didn't shake on camera because they weren't faking it for attention like half the other people doing the “trend” of holding their hand in front of the camera.

As someone with anxiety whose antidepressants cause hand tremors, this was a very toxic statement to make. Do all people with anxiety shake? Absolutely not but saying that nobody who actually has anxiety has hand tremors and if it seems they do, they're faking it is creating a new stigma.

In their efforts to break the stigma surrounding mental health to make people outside The Community understand, they are inadvertently making people in The Community questions themselves. It reminds me of when people say that pink isn't a feminine color. Of course it isn't but does that mean that no female on the planet likes the color pink? No.

Mental health is a spectrum and there are no right or wrong symptoms to experience. It’s different for everyone. Just because you are a girl who doesn't like pink, doesn't mean no girls like pink. Just because you are a person with anxiety who doesn't shake, doesn't mean no people with anxiety shake.

3. Over Diagnosing

Here's the part where I word everything wrong and make myself look like a complete hypocrite but here goes. I think that mental health should be diagnosed by a professional but of course I don't think that invalidating someone entirely because they don't have pill bottle with their name on it is right.

That said, not liking the way a certain fabric feels does not always mean that you are on the Autism spectrum. Having trouble focusing does not always mean that you have ADD.

There's these Tik Toks out there that do a, “Put a finger down" game where you put a finger down if you have certain symptoms and will unironically say that if you have more than 6 fingers down, you have BPD.

The most egregious example of this was a video saying that if you put 5 or more fingers down then you had/have an abusive parent. One of the criteria was, “Put a finger down if your parents have ever given, 'because I said so' as a reason.”

Could a parent who is abusive have said that? Of course. Does that phrase alone make someone an abusive parent? No way in fresh hell.

You’re only confusing people by saying that it does and it isn't helping anyone.

So in conclusion, the Tik Tok mental health community is not a reliable source of information but for the record, neither am I. In the end, this is just my opinion and while it's based on facts, it is my interpretation of the facts.

The community's gatekeeping and narrow minded attitude are what make it a toxic communtiy and the worst part is that in the process of attempting to help mentally ill people, they're making a lot of people feel far worse.

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