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E! 42 MILES HEADCANONS ☆.
summary: e!42 miles relationship headcanons , whats its like being in a relationship with him.. , slightly suggestive !
! implied black fem reader
a/n: these are from my dr , so they're probably not accurate to how he actually is but you can leave if you dont like it .. anyways enjoy !.
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hates seeing you all happy happy with boys other than the ones he trusts , he WILL come kiss you , hug you , ect
nigga is hella protective of you , watch someone get flamed for speaking bad about you 💀
his mom teased him for weeks about how he liked getting his hair done by you more than he liked getting it done by her
"mm , someone's in love huh? you normally only let me do your hair mijo."
"mami she's my girlfriend chill"
he lovess seeing you in his clothes like he ill take pictures of you/with you with it on and giggle at it for hours .. days .. weeks ..
he know how to do braids , including box braids .. where my black readers at? he DEFINITELY sometimes does ur hair for u
"babyy , you got $180 for my hair?"
"goddamn $180? go sit down ma i'll go buy the hair rq we not doin ts"
he is REAL serious about your attitude , this man Will grab you by your neck and tell you what place you're in ..
he only accepts your attitude when you're on your period , but he'll make sure you tone in down by sayin "ight mami chill .. i get it u on ya cycle and shit but chill"
KISSESS KISSESS AND MORE KISSESS .. this nigga LIVES for kisses. always kissin you in public or not and does NOT care
loves neck kisses , he started doing them to u when you're busy and he wants attention so when he saw you doing it to him it made him giggle
yall are the GOOFIEST AND FUNNIEST couple ever , wholee buncha play fights and laughing and shit
you can't take him seriously for shit , yall end up crackin up in the middle of an argument
"yo im sick of this shit bruh unadd him this his 3rd time textin u"
".. shess minee you stay away from her its not her timee ! head ass"
"yo gtfo 😭"
he let you do his edges one day because you thought it was funny and begged him to , when he found out you tried to take a picture he stayed in his room until you agreed not to (you secretly still have one)
ARCADE DATES ARE A MUST (saying this cs i love them..) he always teases you before the two of you get there on how he's gonna beat u in every game
his hugs are the best , u could be breaking down and one hug from him is gonna make u feel all rainbows and sunshine ..
nigga is ALWAYS spoiling you.. you want it? mention that you want it around him? you gon get it within the next week/few days ..
ur house is his house .. his house is your house .. yall always at each other house..
"lets go home now im tired .."
"which one?"
any insecurities? he gon kiss em
your #1 supporter no matter what you do or how wrong you are
whenever yall play roblox and someone stands on your head he WILL shoot them if its a game where he can kill people
he actually gets jealous so easily
HES ACTUALLY RLLY CLINGY
i had fun making these .. ill make more some other time
taglist: @marci-jean @gw3ndyswonderland @hiimayee @nokkihy @spiderheartzz @all444miles @444morales
#miles morales#atsv#miles x reader#spiderman atsv#e42 miles#earth 42 miles x reader#into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles headcanons
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eddie and steve live together & steve is completely in love with reader but she’s with eddie.
he comes home one day and shes standing in the kitchen making lunch in the tightest yoga pants and he is literally gonna implode. he can’t handle it anymore 🥺
to the edge — s.h.
a/n: wrote this while listening to deftones and omfg this idea is KILLING ME nonnie!!! did not proof-read pls ignore all mistakes!! im sorry i made this soso pervy but i swear i held myself back lmao!! also idk if this is what u wanted but hope u enjoy bb <33
warnings: perv!steve,18+ only, minors dni!!!!! kinda dark but not rlly ??, male m*sturbation, steve j*rking off to ur picture, degrading nicknames but also praising kind of! just filthy idk what is going thru my head im sick. (wc: 1.5k+)
Steve didn't know how much longer he could handle this.
How much longer could he hide this from you? Or even more importantly, how much longer could he hide this from Eddie?
His breath strained the moment he came home from work, he was already worked up, going through hours and hours of paper work, and now he was beyond frustrated.
Because there you stood with the prettiest smile adorning your face as you greeted him, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander off to your body when you wore the tightest fucking yoga pants that he had ever seen.
Showing all of your curves in the best possible way, the way your breasts juggled as you skipped over to give him a greeting hug.
He felt... so fucking perverted about his thoughts of you, the way his entire body froze when your breasts squeezed over his chest, the way his hands lingered on your waist when all he wanted to do was lower them further, cupping your ass while you squealed, hitting his chest with those pretty giggles escaping your lips.
"Can you help me out?" You asked with those doe-eyes. Steve was sure he would do anything you asked if you gave him that look. Any fucking thing.
He nodded breathlessly, no words able to push past his lips as he watched you in awe.
Eddie was nowhere to be seen, probably still stuck at work and Steve felt horrible. He felt horrible by how he eyed you, he felt horrible by how his mind framed you beneath him, whimpering for more until he pounded into you senselessly.
And he was doing every fucking thing he could to keep it in his pants, it was truly torture. But he seemed to be doing fine. Until you decided to brush past him in an attempt to reach the knife next to him.
It wasn't intentional, you probably thought nothing of it. But the way your curves molded into him, the way your ass grazed against his boner was a whole new territory that Steve wasn't ready for yet.
In his mind, you two might as well have been naked. And he knew he was fucked. Because all Steve could think about now was fucking you from behind, seeing that pretty view of your ass while you melted into him, pretty lips opening slightly to mewl at him for more, his hips relentlessly pounding into you, his veiny cock stretching that perfect little cunt he always dreamed about.
Fucking you senselessly until your mind was filled with nothing but Steve, and his cock. He wanted to have you drooling for him, begging for him to let you cum, begging for more...
Shit.
Steve looked down at the bulge in his pants, it was very fucking visible as his cock strained against his zipper, even the wet patch from his pre-cum was starting to form and he knew if he didn't do something about it he was going to explode.
"I—I'm just so... tired." He fake yawned, and you looked up at him.
"Oh! It's okay, I'll just finish up here, there isn't much left anyway." You gave him a small smile.
"You... uh— you sure?" He asked, hand perfectly placed to cover up his boner.
"Yes, yes... I'll let you know when the dinner is ready, Stevie." You giggled, waving him off.
Stevie.
He didn't even know how he made it to his bedroom, heaving a breath of relief as soon as he locked the door.
Stevie. He was sure you were trying to fucking kill him.
Steve was quick to take off his pants, almost juggling over them by how fast he was being.
Jesus fucking Christ
He shouldn't do this, he can't fucking do this.
He tried to reason, but the memories of you flashed through his mind faster than he could comprehend, the way those tight yoga pants framed your curves in the best way possible, the way you licked your lips as you concentrated on cutting those damn vegetables.
He could turn every memory of you into something sexual, he could picture those lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, your delicate tongue lapping up his pre-cum as your mouth struggled to take all of his length, and you stared up at him with those doe eyes.
Fuckfuckfuck.
He couldn't hold it off as he climbed into bed, trying his best to stifle his grunts when he wrenched his cock from his boxers. His cock pulsed harder as he swiped his thumb along the tip, hissing as he spread the bead of pre-cum that collected at his pink tip.
A low groan rose in his throat, as he closed his eyes. Shaky hands stroking up his lengthy cock. So slowly.
And all he can imagine was you.
He wanted you so badly that it ached, his cock in his grip was almost hot to touch, pulsating with need.
He wanted— no, he needed you. He needed you trembling under him, eager to fill all of your holes, he wanted you pleading for him, he wanted to sheath himself inside of you, as he told you how much he loved you.
He wanted to fill you to the brim, not stopping until he made sure that you were stuffed with his cum, not stopping until he made sure he painted your velvety walls white.
He fisted his cock feverishly at his thoughts, so roughly that his knuckles turned white. But he didn't care, pictures of you etched into his brain were enough to get him over the edge.
Steve was sure he had never felt this way before, he felt out of his mind, hooked on you. You were like a drug he couldn't get enough of, and it was killing him.
He tried to keep his moans stifled—but it was so hard when his dirty mind was filled with X-rated images of you.
You with your mouth hung open, tongue sticking out as you begged to taste his cum, to feel his load shooting down your throat.
"Fuck—fucking slut." He let out before he could stop himself. Tugging harder at his abused cock. "Such—such a pretty baby for me, yea?" He praised envisioning you.
He didn't hesitate to grab his bedside picture when he felt himself closer to release. He examined the picture carefully, curses slipping past his lips. There you stood next to him, and there was Eddie.
His veins throbbed with rage at the sight of him, he knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong. But every inch of him resented Eddie for getting to have you.
His thumb was quick to cover Eddie's face, he gripped harder on the picture as he focused on you.
God, did you look pretty.
Your hands were wrapped around his waist as you leaned toward him, you looked so fucking happy.
You wore the smallest fucking skirt, and your tits were pressed up against your tiny top, and it was driving Steve crazy.
He stroked his cock harder and harder as he imagined you naked, squirming under him. "Please, Stevie." You mewled, the nickname clinging to his mind.
"Cum inside of me, Stevie. Please, baby... please—need your cum." He imagined you whimpering, batting your lashes at him as tears threatened to spill from those innocent eyes.
And Steve reveled in the thought, of having you begging for his cum, his desire to get you full of him, the visual of his cum leaking out of your cunt pulled a guttural groan out of him.
"Please, Stevie, wanna be filled with your load."
He tugged at his cock harder, the thought of you begging for him, the thought of you begging to be his flooded his mind. "'M gonna make you mine, honey." He promised.
"Shit—gonna fuck my load into you, yeah, baby?"
"Gonna make you my personal fuckin' cock sleeve." He cursed as he stroked harder, gripping the picture in his hand.
"Make you my fuckin' cum dump." He groaned, the desire to have you jolted every inch of him.
"'M yours, Stevie." He envisioned you mewling for him.
And that thought finally sent him over the edge, he spurted his warm cum all over the picture in his hand. Most of it spilling on your frame as he let out loud groans, not even able to hide or stifle them anymore.
He grunted as the last of his load dripped from his softened tip onto your lips and all over your face on the picture. He couldn't help the satisfied smile on his face as he admired it.
You looked so fucking gorgeous with his cum spurted all over your pretty little face.
"Stevie!" You called out for his name and Steve froze immediately.
He panicked and covered himself up as soon as you knocked on the door.
Did you fucking hear him?
Did you know about his disgusting thoughts?
"Y—yeah?" He replied, voice filled with shame.
Thankfully, you didn't open the door as you just yelled. "Dinner is ready!" He heaved a sigh of relief quickly.
You were going to be the death of him.
#em’s mail💌#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagines#perv!steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurbs#steve harrington drabbles#perv!steve harrington#steve harrington drabble#perv!steve harrington imagine#perv!steve harrington fics
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nobody makes me feel things.
summary: tom riddle x y/n, first person. tom starts to get really confused as to why he was feeling so many things for the sweet ravenclaw girl. but he seems to soften up pretty quick, leaving you just as confused.
a/n: my first ever fic! please give feedback if you enjoyed in the comments. this is probably super messy but i just kept typing lol. i hope u enjoy :3.
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'what do you want.' he says, staring at me with his dark, cold glare. i gulp, immediately regretting my decision. picking at the skin around my nails, i pluck up the courage to ask him.
'um, i was just wondering if you were still tutoring people?' i ask, looking up at him anxiously. he stares at me for a second, seemingly very confused. or is he happy? angry? honestly, it's really hard to read him. impossible even.
'yes. i do, why?' he steps closer to me, looking down and crossing his arms. it's almost like he is trying to kill me. doesn't he realize how handsome he is?
'i am struggling at the moment in potions, a-and i know you're really smart in that subject. i was wondering if you'd help me?' i ask, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. why is it so hard to talk to him? obviously everybody knows what tom is like. he has almost zero friends, and he doesn't seem to care about making any.
but i have always been intrigued by him. always watching and admiring from afar. always found him exceptionally handsome. never found any courage to talk to him, though. so now is my chance to get his attention.
do i really need help in potions? not really. it's definitely not my most successful class, but i could probably still pass without his help. but the idea of him teaching me, maybe he could show me how to make potions too, standing behind me and guiding my hands-
okay, no. i am getting truly distracted now.
i have just always been so infatuated with him. my friends call me crazy for trying this, and that they have never seen him interested in any girl before him. i have seen him glance at me before, staring a little longer than just an accidental glance. so part of me is really hopeful he sees me the same way. and i don't have enough confidence to just ask him out, which is why i thought a study session would be good.
'i can help you. what is it you need help with the most?' he says, surprisingly softer. a slight glint in his eye. it did not last long though, he returned to his usual glare.
'mainly brewing the potions, getting things perfect. sure, i get it right but, you always seem to make them perfectly' i say, complimenting him lightly to see his reaction.
i did not get much of one.
'yes, mine are perfect. i can help you. i will ask professor slughorn if we can use the potions room after class hours, he won't mind i'm sure.' he says, nodding down at me once.
i smile brightly up at him, 'thankyou tom! i'll meet you there today around 6pm then?' i ask, beyond excited to get to spend more time with him.
he nods, squinting his eyes lightly at me before turning around and leaving. he certainly is a unique boy. i turn to return to the great hall and finish my lunch.
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i was itching for 6pm to come faster, wiggling in my seat in my final class of the day. i need to make sure i look pretty, too. i am incredibly nervous to see him, and be alone with him too. my cheeks go red at the thought. i am probably thinking of this way differently to tom, he probably isn't even excited. but i don't care, i just wanted him to see me, to notice me.
as soon as class ended, i sprinted back to my dorm to get changed and freshen up. putting on a clean white shirt, my slightly tighter one for no particular reason at all. and my ravenclaw skirt, pilling up a little further up my thighs than normal. i do light makeup, and ruffle my hair and im ready. this is very unlike me. i never dress like this, and to be honest i feel embarrassed but i want to catch his attention somehow.
it's 5:50pm, so i grab my study books and quill, and head quickly to the classroom. he arrives just seconds after me.
'hi tom' i smile.
he stares at me for a second, glancing down at my outfit. 'what are you wearing?' he says, glaring at me for a second.
'just my uniform..' i frown, looking down at myself.
tom's head erratically turns around, checking nobody is around. 'you walked down here like this?'
'..yes?'
'get inside, quickly.' he opens the door for me, and i rush inside, very very confused as to what is happening.
he looks at me again as i sit at the desk where he clearly prepared things. 'why did i have to rush in here?'
'because i don't want anybody else to see you like this.' he grunt, putting his books down before sitting beside me.
'why's that?' i say, a little hope bubbling inside of me that maybe it's because he only wants to see me like this.
'you ask too many questions. lets just focus on this' he says, avoiding eye contact with me.
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the whole study session i was incredibly nervous. i couldn't write properly because my hands were shaking so much. my cheeks constantly red through the whole thing. i sigh as he packs things away, 'thankyou for helping me, tom'.
'it's okay' he says nothing else before heading to the door.
i don't know why, but he seems even less interested after that. he is barely talking to me, his body language is just telling me he is uncomfortable. maybe he figured out my little plan and it put off by it? maybe he really just doesn't like me back. maybe i'm just not confident enough for him?
perhaps i should stop trying so hard.
i grab my own things and walk to the door with him. 'i-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable tom, i'm sure you figured out what i was doing' i say with as much courage as possible. i feel ridiculously embarrassed. he looks at me and says nothing.
his face indicates nothing. nothing whatsoever. i take a deep breath. looking at him with glossy eyes, rushing out of the potions classroom and back to my dorm.
i jump on my bed, pushing my face in the pillow and letting a few tears go. i thought it would work, i really did think he might like me back. i was stupid to think so. he doesn't really feel anything for anyone. and i made such a fool of myself, trying to flirt or complimenting me, wearing this revealing uniform. oh god i want the ground to swallow me hole.
i just curl up into a ball and fall asleep soon after.
tom on the other hand, is left feeling very very confused. he doesn't know why he feels this way, why did he get a pang in his chest when he saw my glossy eyes? why couldn't he seem to breathe properly around me? he has never felt this way for anybody and he doesn't know what to do.
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the next day i head to breakfast, nervous about seeing tom there. he always sits at the end of the table alone, so it's inevitable he will see me as i walk into the great hall. i try and get there as early as possible, hoping i arrive before he does.
but no, he is sat there, and his head shoots up the second he sees me walk into the hall. my cheeks flush insanely red, my hands beginning to sweat a little as i feel his burning gaze on me.
i rush to the table, sitting by myself at the end too, not really wanting to tell my friends what happened.
tom sees me sitting alone and furrows his eyebrows. before even thinking, he stands up and walks over to sit directly opposite me on the ravenclaw table. i look up at him and panic.
'why are you sitting alone?' he says, staring at me.
'um, i just didn't feel like talking to my friends this morning' i gulp, frantically trying to avoid his gaze. he glances down to see them all staring with their jaws dropped.
'pathetic.' he mutters.
'you think im pathetic?' i say, eyes softening at him.
'no, quite the opposite' he mumbles, nodding his head down the table. 'that is pathetic'. my cheeks flush a little as i giggle at him. looking back up at him, i give him a soft smile.
'why did you come over here, tom?'
'because i don't want to see you sitting by yourself.' he says, taking a bite of his breakfast. 'come on, eat something. we have class soon'.
i do as he says, of course, but i am also extremely confused as to what is happening. from how he was acting yesterday, to this? i am very confused. but secretly i am really enjoying this.
'so, how about another study tonight?' he says bluntly. my eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets and my heart nearly came out of my chest.
'o-oh, um sure' i smile, covering my nerves.
'and you can wear that little outfit again. just don't let anybody see you on the way'. i nod quickly at him. and we quietly had breakfast together. he walked me to my class, which left my hiding my smile under my hand in class.
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i take a deep breath as i wait for tom to arrive outside of the class. i tap my feet on the floor in anticipation. my god, am i nervous.
'get inside, quick' he says, opening the door for me again.
i smile a little, rushing inside and sitting back in my normal seat. but there is nothing here set up to study like last time. he raised an eyebrow at me and slowly walks over as i look at him confused.
'what are we doing today tom if there isn't anything here?' i ask, turning to him as he sits beside me.
'oh i think we both know studying isn't the reason we are doing this' he says, turning to me slightly.
i almost choke on the air.
'i don't know what you've done to me, but i can't stop thinking about you' he sighs. 'it's awful, really. i haven't ever felt this way before, i was up most of the night figuring my feelings out. now i worry i am stuck, wanting you with me at all times when i can't'.
'yes, you can'. i jump to answer. 'just give me the word and i'm yours'.
'mine?' he hums, as i stand up and stand in between his legs, looking up at him.
'yours'.
he puts his hand on the side of my face. 'i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I'm not easy, darling'. he sighs.
'i'll get used to it' i smile.
'if i see any other man in the same proximity as you, i can't promise i won't hex them'.
'id like that' i hum.
'come here' he murmurs, pulling me closer into him, connecting his lips onto mine. and i melt. i've been wanting this for so long. his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his neck, pulling him to stand with me and wrap his arms around my waist.
'lets go back to my dorm. i have my own dorm because i hate everyone.' he mumbles against my lips. i giggle at him, pulling back and nodding. 'lets go' i agree.
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the next morning, i walk into the great hall for breakfast. tom's eyes find mine as he gives me a very small, but cheeky grin.
he stands up and walks over to my table before i can sit down.
he grabs my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips softly right in front of all my friends. as if to prove a point.
'see you in class, baby'.
i smile at him as he walks back to the slytherin table. i look down at my friends,
'what on earth?!' they shout.
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a/n; and we're done! please give me feedback if you liked this, or not. my first ever fic ahh! <3 love u angels.
#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x y/n#tom riddle x you#hogwarts#harry potter#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys#voldemort
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can u dump random error facts.. maybe..
FACTS?? cracks my little knuckles
TW FOR SUICIDE MENTION!
okay. im gonna go off memory. so if i get anything wrong someone correct me.
- Error’s glasses have been around since Aftertale! Geno got them from Alphys with the wrong prescription. Because Geno is.. well, himself, he decided that the shitty prescription was “good enough” and rolled with it.
- Error is nearsighted. In the askerror comic Swap paps is seen standing far away. He is blurry. The closer he got to Error, the clearer his image became
- Error’s REAL name is Gaylord Scooter Brighton (im not making this up)
- Contrary to popular belief, Error can feel guilt. Guilt is hinted at in CQ’s summary of what could’ve been (a completed Error comic much like Aftertale).
- Error Papyrus and Error Undyne are canonical characters within his story. I, however, don’t enjoy them as much as I enjoy Error himself, so they’re irrelevant to me
- Errors are literally some sort of species. Error isn’t the only one (Circuit, Proferror, the ones mentioned above, Blueberror). My memory might be failing me but I remember hearing that an Error’s “last thought” before becoming corrupted is very important. Why? I forgot. Is this actually true? I forgot, but i cant be bothered to check
- Error IS suicidal. After destroying all fhe AUs, he will kill himself. In addition, Error would kill himself if he ever became mentally sane enough to understand how hypocritical he is.
- Error has a sensitivity to Papyrus. He doesn’t like being asked about him, or “his brother.” In addition, he struggles to kill them, shown in the AskError comic as well. Geno’s still in there and it’s sooo so amazing to think about
- Error’s very insecure. Although the idea of him being this slay girlypop feather boa wearing king is amazing, he could never. I remember seeing a comic where he indirectly says he dislikes himself. Which makes sense— his narcissistic characteristics definitely stem from insecurity. “i feel like i’m the worst so i’ll act like im the best” mentality (we genuinely relate too much to this).
- Error canonically has five blue tongues
- Error’s glitches temporarily blind him at random. Yes, it happens when he is agitated or upset, but it also comes and goes as it pleases.
- Error’s glitches are painful. Crashes are painful. The scene of him first pulling strings from his sockets was likely EXTREMELY agonizing (i’m pretty sure he said it hurt himself while showing it all to blue).
- Error’s portals do seem to have some sort of replay ability. After all, how else could he have shown Blue what happened to himself?
- He’s very lonely. He wants friends. Living friends.
- CQ stated that Error is INTENTIONALLY made to make no sense. His character doesn’t make sense to you? Good! That’s the point! He’s an enigma that doesn’t even understand himself.
- Error can see and read code as if he were looking at a computer screen. He likes picking through the code of an AU before he destroys it
- Error loves Outertale and Undernovela. He will never finish his little job.
okay thats all i remember ty for asking :3
#undertale#utmv#i lov error#undertale aus#error sans#canon#probably#loverofpiggies#crayonqueen#gaylord scooter brighton#ASKS!
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hello cupid!!
im here to request steve harrington, 18+, sith prompt 13 please and thank you!!
𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗
Prompt 13: “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”
CW: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, 18+ so minors don't interact, sort of a modern au? But its only indicated once, established relationship, Steve is disgustingly in love with us, oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), slight overstimulation, also reader not being insecure of her body cause we bad bitches !!
Word count: 1.8k
⁀➷ cupid: shooting my first arrow in this event, i hope its a good match for u <33
This was either going to be the worst or best idea that you have ever had in your life.
It wasn't like it was your first time here, you've been in the extravagant lingerie shop a couple of times before, out with your girlfriends on a girl's day. But this- this felt different and nerve wracking more than anything because you weren't just buying a set for some impromptu self-love-motivated frenzy for yourself, you were buying it for Steve. On valentine's, no less!
Though your relationship was relatively still new, you weren't necessarily scared at the idea that Steve would dislike this. You knew him, and you knew that he would probably faint with giddiness on sight at seeing you in delicate lingerie. So, that part isn't the problem.
The problem is that you have never done something like this before with him and it was valentine's! A super special day of love- so it really was just the inner anxieties of doing anything for the first time that was bothering you-
"Ma'am, can I help you with anything?"
Your eyes moved to the red haired woman standing before you, looking at you with a polite god-kill-me-already customer service smile. You could see the strain of work in her eyes, making you internally cringe at yourself for standing in front of the store for the past 20 minutes peering inside. She probably thought you were another hurdle between her and her shift ending.
"Oh! I was just- you know, looking for the lingerie shop."
"Yes uh, this is the lingerie shop", giving you another tired smile, she vaguely gestures her hands towards the store sign in front of you.
Right. You are about 2 seconds away from bolting out of here from sheer embarrassment. Bless her, she passes you a sympathetic smile at your obvious embarrassment and nerves,"would you like me to help you look around?"
"Yes, please. That would be great- thank you!"
You follow (Bethany- her name tag says) as she leads you inside the shop. It's minimalistic and warmly lit, the wallpapers a comforting beige colour with white tiled flooring. You're glad that Bethany as her back turned to you when you almost threaten to deform one of the mannequins by bumping into it.
"So, do you have any types or colours already in mind?", she raises a eyebrow at you questioningly over her back.
"Um, not much really. But- I was thinking maybe something in pink?"
She gives you a knowing smile, "valentine's?"
You nod wordlessly, feeling heat creep up on the back of your neck.
You felt like you were going to positively burst out sobbing right there in the middle of the floor. You had been at this for, what? two hours! Probably more than that.
It wasn't like nothing looked good on you, in fact you rather felt hot in every single one of these sets but none of them felt just right and you needed it to feel right in the words of Bethany, "if you don't feel it, its not the one."
Speaking of her, you don't think you could've got through without her care. The initial embarrassment and intimidation had worn off the second she started to help you in choosing with a reassuring sister-like smile. She had also insisted that you call her Betty, cause "Bethany makes me feel like a old woman."
"I got it!", you startle at the said woman speed walking to where you are, a beaming grin on her face and the most beautiful pink set up until now.
You try it on and you instantly have the urge to throw up from how good it looks on you.
It's the perfect mix of sexy and cute, adorned with faded pink lace all over. The garters strapped from the waist to the middle of your thighs make the skin around it spill into a little pudge, something that you know Steve will go crazy over.
"I'm guessing by your face, that's the one." Betty flashes you a cheeky smile over your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror in front.
You inspect the way the cloth hugs your curves with a small smile, "Yup- this is definitely it", you pause for a moment, "do you think he'll like it?"
She only gives you a wink, "he'll lose his goddamn mind, honey."
You tried to repeat Betty's reassuring words in your head like a mantra as you got ready. You rubbed the tiniest bit of perfume, slipped into the lingerie, covered it with a robe, placed the wine out of the cupboard in case it was wanted later and sat rigidly at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever- your ears perked up for any sign of the front door opening.
You almost face plant on the floor at how quickly you get up when you hear the front door open, the clear click of it closing followed by Steve's voice calling your name.
You have to bite your tongue to keep from grinning at the way your boyfriend's face lights up when he sees you make your way to him, your bare feet making soft thumps against the carpet.
"Hey, Steve-" your instantly cut off when he pulls you close to plant a soft kiss to your lips.
"Hey, pretty girl."
Your skin prickles with goosebumps, his hands firmly placed on your waist. Your lips twitch downwards at how weary he looks. Dark patches under his eyes, eyes that seem sunken from being all day at work.
Steve nudges his nose against yours, softly. "You okay?"
You only give him a hum in response, light massaging his tense shoulders absentmindedly. "I got a surprise for you. For valentine's day."
A breathy laugh escapes you at the way his eyebrows shoot up, "You did?"
You nod with a smile, intertwining his hands with yours, gently pulling him into the bedroom. You choose to ignore the adorable way he mutters your name questioningly along the way.
Steve tries to reach for your hand gently when you let go, the both of you now standing at the centre of the room. You take a deep breath in before reaching to pull away the ties of your robe slowly, letting it pool around your feet.
You're not sure how long the silence stretches for, perhaps only a few seconds but it feels like hours. You wince lightly, not being able to help the anxieties that creep up and take root in your mind.
"Do- do you not like it?"
You take in a shaky breath as Steve's eyes widen, looking as if they just broke out of a trance. "What?- no! I mean- yes! Fuck."
You visibly relax when you notice the prominent strain in his pants when he shifts on his feet nervously.
You're about to talk when Steve suddenly pulls you into a heated kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. "Shit, you look good- really good", you smile at the shaky breath he takes in, leaning his forehead against yours.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, baby- you've never looked as beautiful as you do right now."
You tilt your head to the side with a small smile, trying to look into his eyes. "You said that on our first date too-" you huff a laugh at the way his brows furrow, "- and like yesterday too."
Steve gently knocks his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing the seams of the lace of your bra, "not my fault you look beautiful every day."
"Ha! You, Steve Harrington, are such a sap- " the teasing smile on your face falls as his grip on your sides hardens a bit, a yelp escaping you when you fall back gently on to the plush mattress.
"You bully me way too much", the words are muffled from where he's leaving firm kisses on your jaw, trailing down to nip at your collar. Your breath hitches at the barely-there touch of the pads of his fingers on your nipples over the thin cloth. He trails his kisses all over your stomach till his practically laying on his stomach, his breath ghosting over the wet patch on your underwear.
"Ste-ve", a broken, breathy moan escapes you as he pushes the cloth aside to take a hungry lick over the length of your cunt. Your boyfriend's mumbles barely reach your ear when he starts to desperately lick and slurp against your heat like a parched man.
"So perfect, so fuckin' perfect."
Steve reaches his hand up your body to tweak and twist your nipples, paired with a harsh suck of your clit that makes you cry out as your hips subconsciously grind against his mouth. It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax at how messy the whole ordeal is. Steve greedily lapping up the mess, only stopping when you push him away slightly with a whine when the touch becomes too much.
He doesn't take too much time to kiss you hungrily, making you taste yourself on his tongue, before hastily shoving his clothes off of him. Steve shakes his head when you reach to take off yours, mumbling a raspy "want to see you in it on my cock."
That, some how almost makes you want to cum right then and there.
You both moan in unison when he slides in your cunt, the wet squelch sound echoing filthy-ly in the room. Your eyes roll back so hard at the sharp thrusts, Steve snapping his hips against yours in hard, steady but ruthless thrusts- purposefully hitting that one spot inside of you.
The more you whine his name into the thick, hot air; the rougher he gets with powerful thrusts and bites across your neck that he soothes with licks before biting another sensitive spot.
"Fuck." A particular thrust makes you unravel with a moan that sounds like something straight out a porno. You're sure the way Steve grips your thighs at the delicious squeeze of your cunt is gonna leave bruises like hell. You're too fucked out to notice the red crescent shaped marks you left on his arms and back.
Steve kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth as he comes down from his own high.
He's quick to pull you against his chest when he slumps down next to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, almost as if he is trying to imprint the feel of you skin against his to memory.
You're not quite sure when you both fall asleep, still tangled with each other. But the soft ding! of your phone on the nightstand makes you shift and rub your eyes at the offending morning light filtering through the curtains.
You shift a little bit, only to have Steve's arm tighten firmly around your waist, snuggling into you further with soft snores. You reach for your phone to see that you have 1 unread message on your notifications along with other stuff.
Betty <33
Get that dick, girl! 🎉🎉
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OH MY GOD I'M NOT SURE IF U STILL WANT CLYDE REQUESTS BUTBUTBUT!!
like, reader is a part of the little group(?) thinnggg nd reader n clyde kind oofffff don't like each other?? for some reason?? nd it's like enemies to lover's but not cuz it just ends in hate sex but not exactly HATE sex, hrmmnnrmrm.
i don't think this work's with clyde but it could maybe work with charlie toooo maybe?, anyways bye bye!! :3
ahhh! i've never gotten smth like this before im so excited!!
"the bad girl next door." | clyde
dangerous girl. - lana del rey
✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526
reader x clyde
word count: 1.5k
contents: enemies to lovers, public sex, protected p in v
“hey! watch it!” clyde yelled as the club’s bouncer picked him up and threw him onto the pavement outside of the establishment, another bouncer trailing behind, carrying you and throwing you right on top of him.
“fuck you!” you shouted out as the two large men walked back into the club, slamming the doors with more defiance than necessary. you heard a low groan underneath you, along with his compressed voice. “get off me, bitch.” he muttered. your eyes narrowed and you pushed his head into the rough gravel. “that’s no way to speak to me, druggie.”
he flipped himself over, shoving you off of him and standing up as he dusted himself off. i put his hands on his hips and chewed on his lower lip, looking up at the building in front of him. you got to your feet too, shoving past him and going straight for the door.
he grabbed you by the wrist, his cold gaze making you freeze. “where the hell do you think you’re going? you just got kicked out, genius. you can’t just walk back in there like you own the place.” you rolled your eyes, snatching your wrist out of his grip. “wrong, asshole.” you opened the door, strutting right back inside the club like nothing happened, and that made clyde’s blood boil.
he hated the way you walked over everyone like you ran the town. in his eyes, you were just some entitled brat who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth. it was unusual for him to detest anyone as much as he did you, but what could you say? you were special. and besides, you didn’t like him either. he was brought up by a wealthy family and he threw it all away to pursue a life of freedom and all that other bullshit. you would’ve killed to have a life like his and he didn’t even want it. now that got under your skin.
you waltzed back into the club, sitting down at a stool with the rest of your friends, but the tension thickened as clyde walked up right behind you, sitting a few seats away from you, a raging fire burning in his eyes. for such a “chill” guy, you had no idea how you got him so riled up without even trying.
he flipped you off, ticking you off once again. you stood up, preparing to give you a piece of you mind for the umpteenth time that night until a waiter holding a tray of champagne came out of no where and knocked into you, causing more commotion than you thought was necessary. but it was so damn embarrassing, and you could’ve sworn you heard clyde laugh.
and that’s how you ended up here, in the club’s kitchen washing dishes as punishment for all the trouble you caused. and to make matter’s worse, clyde was there too. since he’d already been kicked out, the owner believed that it would be more than appropriate to have two young delinquents wash dishes during rush hour. and it was all clyde’s fault.
“you missed a spot.” he remarked snidely. you shot him a glare as you scrubbed on a wine glass. like the whore he was, he had stripped down to his tank top, revealing biceps that were more defined than you would ever expect. you looked away from him, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. you aggressively tried to wash a stain off of the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.
clyde saw you struggling and snuck up behind you, snaking his arms underneath yours and washing the glass with much more care. “you do it like this, you animal.”
you snatched it back from him, placing it on the drying rack and speaking lowly.“you should seriously just leave me alone. i swear it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something.” clyde sneered. “and you should adjust that bra.” your cheeks immediately flushed as you looked down, your tank top having slipped low enough to reveal an unholy amount of cleavage.
you swallowed hard, pulling up your top a little, making your tits bounce slightly. your face burned with a strange attraction bubbling in your gut. clyde leaned on the counter, picking at his fingernails. seeing him in this light was strange. his usually drunk-looking eyes seemed so much livelier. his hair didn’t look as greasy and he had the appearance of effortless attractiveness that most men strived for.
you were never able to deny the “crush” you’d had on him, but you could mask how you went about showing it. so all you could do was long for the day he would pick up on your painfully obvious signs.
“fuckin’ perv…” you muttered under your breath. clyde didn’t say anything to that, but he got up real close to you, making you back away until you were against the cold marble wall. his eyes narrowed, the sexual tension between you two growing to an almost unbearable point.
“i’m a lot of things you fucking brat,” he stuck his pointer finger into your face, “but i will not take such a nasty attitude from a horny bitch like you.” that had done it. your body began to tremble from his condescending stare, and you couldn’t hold yourself back for another second.
you pressed your lips into his, kissing him so hard that his heart nearly stopped. he let out a deep groan from the contact, his hands immediately finding your waist and gripping it firmly. he picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist as he set you on the counter, frantically undoing his belt without moving his lips from yours for even a second.
in a matter of seconds, his erect cock sprung out of his pants, slapping your inner thigh and making you shiver. he pulled away from the kiss, panting as he desperately went to remove your shirt. he’d been dying to see your knockers for a long time now, and nothing was holding him back anymore.
he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground and admiring the sight before him. this whole thing would be sweet if his other hand wasn’t digging into your ass, surely drawing blood. but you didn’t care. he spread your legs apart, slipping your panties to the side before spitting on his fingers and roughly shoving them into your tight hole, making a loud moan erupt from your core.
he fingered you with one hand, using the other to whip out a condom from the depths of his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth, turning you on a lot more than that simple action should’ve.
he teased your hole a little more, your sweet, gentle noises softening his heart as he rolled on the condom. he pulled his fingers out of you, looking you deeply in the eyes. “alright, i’m gonna fuck you now, okay? if you feel like chickening out, whine or something like you always do.” he smirked a little before pumping his cock a few times, pushing it in.
you screamed out as he slowly took you inch by inch, your arms wrapping around his neck. there was nothing slow and steady about this. it was heated and rough, his nails digging into your thigh as he began pounding into you, abusing your already-sore little hole.
you put your head in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder blade as you felt his dick rearranging your guts. you were holding back tears. you had always given him the impression that you could take any dick, no matter the size. but you were quickly doubting your own capabilities.
he rolled his hips into yours, making your irises flip to the back of your head from the ecstatic feeling. he explored your tight, gummy walls, letting out raspy groans as he picked up the pace.
the sound of skin slapping together filled the room, the noise echoing off the polished walls as the screams and cheers from the main club got louder. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, getting your hole banged by the very man you couldn’t stand to be around for more than 2 minutes.
his thumbs reached for your puffy clit, rubbing quick circles onto it and using your cum as lubricant. your screamed, tossing your head back as he brought his lips to your tits and started swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. you were about 2 seconds over the edge, but you didn’t want to seem like a total virgin. however, your stamina ran short as you sobbed out, “c-clyde, i’m so clo-” you were cut off by a whimper that surely tore through the walls of the kitchen. your head fell back, and you felt the condom inside you swell as he filled it up with his hot, sticky cum.
he panted like a starved dog, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped off the condom, tucking his softening dick back into his pants. he caught a glimpse of you pouting as he put it away, so he threw the full condom at you, it landing right on your nose.
you swatted it off, laughing as you slapped him on the chest. “fuck you, you dick.” he lightly shoved you away from him, grinning. “gladly.”
author's note: my fics have been way too long lately smh.
#444rockstargf#rory culkin#rory culkin smut#smut#clyde rory culkin#clyde electrick children#rory culkin clyde#electrick children clyde#lana del rey
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AHHH LUKE X THUMBS BY LUCY DACUS 😍
thumbs .
a/n : i return.
pairing : luke castellan x reader
summary : you hated hermes almost more than luke. to the point that you’d kill him.
!!! : erm i hope u like this.. i didnt proofread this im sorry pookies. 😞
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bound to him by blood, connected by pure coincidence. luke tried to forget it, tried to find his family instead of just having one.
only a fool would deny that luke was stuck in his fathers palm despite his dad being everywhere but where he was needed most. every single thought that ran through lukes head was the way his father probably laughed without him, smiled without him and was content without him. luke knew that he had other demi-god kids and they needed hermes as much as luke had, and yes it was selfish, but gods did he want to kill his dad.
bitterness rolls off of lukes tongue as the iris message fades, a sour frown imprinted onto his features. you push the door open to the hermes cabin and you walk to stand beside luke. your hand grabs onto his arm gently and his expression softens.
“what’s wrong?”
“my dads around in long island, he wants to meet.” the last word of that sentence ends with a hard and exagerated t.
“you don’t have to go and see him luke.”
lukes eyes meet yours as you move to stand infront of him. he opens his mouth, words ache to be released but nothing releases for a moment and only an exhale escapes.
“i’m going to.” he nods, he face turns away from you to miss the way your face contorts into a slight confused and worried lour.
you two go back and fourth. your trying to convince him to leave his dad in the dark, get him back for all the years he didnt talk to him. but luke, he couldn’t. for some reason there was this feeling inside of him to go, and eventually he convinced you to go with him to a nearby diner and sit down with his dad.
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you both, hand in hand, walk into the small retro-style café. you see hermes sat in a booth waiting for his son. rain poured outside, making the sign on the roof glow throughout the night.
you watched as luke made eye contact with his dad, the way his lip twitched into a frown, the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly and how fucking badly he wanted to stand there and shout. but he didn’t. he walked over, calm and collected to his father and he sat across from him.
it disgusted you. rage filled up into your bones and the marrow in your bones seemingly hardened at the very sight of lukes father. it was enraging the way spoke, “you look great luke”. hermés smiles.
all luke can muster up is a grunt in reply and a squeeze to your palm. 8 years he had been gone, 8 years of no sight of him, not even a 50c birthday card. pure radiosilence.
you would kill hermés if you could.
you imagined doing it, getting back at him for all the pain he caused luke. your parents wouldn’t approve and zeus would the gods smite you down. but you would still do it.
lukes nails dug into the fabric of your jeans above your knee and you tried to keep your expression neutral but you seethed. you could feel how it affected luke despite the way his lips curled into a soft smile.
anger fell from your shoulders around you and you could feel the fire crawl up your back infecting you with its fury. it infuriated you how similar they looked, the way their eyes glimmered the same way under the lights. you hated the way hermes looked like luke, or maybe how luke looked like hermes. you thought about how your thumbs would press into the irises of the gods eyes until they bursted like those pearls you get in boba.
lukes eyes softened in a sad way, his brown eyes finding the table more interesting than his father infront of him and you can tell, your heart can tell how badly he hated it. you let out an ahem sound and they both look to you, “we ought to get going, its quite late and i imagine you have much work to do.” you stand from your seat and you pull luke up with you.
“let me give you both a lift home.”
“no it’s quite alright.”
you both walk, a tad bit too quickly, out the door. luke could just feel hermes’ gaze on the back of his head like a shadow almost. your hand slips into luke’s and you lead him in the wrong direction of camp, to try and lose the god. (you can never really lose them.)
your mind couldn’t stop thinking about it, how you would tear down all of olympus for luke. how you would kill a god for him. you didn’t really understand how luke kept nodding along and smiling slightly at hermes’ words. how the gods words didn’t seep into his blood and his bones making him feel furious like they did to you.
you would kill hermes if luke let you, quick and easy. you remembered how his nails dug into your knee, how his smile never faltered. you would kill him if he let you, dig your nails into the bulbs in his eye sockets and make sure luke and his siblings are the only ones to ever wear the same ones.
“your bound to him by pure coincidence. its all relative. you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.” you say to luke, your eyes glancing up to his face for a moment and you catch the way a tear rolls down his cheek. your hands reach towards him, cupping the sides of his face your thumbs brushing at the wet trails on his cheeks.
“you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.”
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@yawneon
#percy jackson#pjo#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#pjo series#pjo tv show#percy jackson x reader
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Heyyy how yall doin! Me? im just chillin thinkin about how onyankopon loves carribean girls
(im literally saying this because im jamaican but anyway)
N/N MEANS NICK NAME BTW!
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You whined your hips as your favorite song came on, touching your waist and breasts all while making eye contact with the tall darkskin boy through the crowd. Your best friend Mikasa always hosted the best parties, and always had the best playlists. Fever by Vybez Cartel rung through the speakers as you straightened yourself up and walked towards the figure across from you. You felt his dark lustful eyes burning through you and it turned you on but continued to ignore the the wetness and the butterflies in between your thighs.
You met the tall boy with a simple smile, well aware of how intimidating he looked while towering over you, but still managed to hold eye contact which caught his attention. He knew he looked intimidating, but it was always a nice surprise when a bold girl made the first move.He was practically eye fucking you. Your tight black dress held together by crisscross strings emphasized the curve in your torso ,while the dress flattered the mounds on your chest and made your ass nearly pour out of the bottom of your outfit. The red tattoo on your side barley showing but just enough to show the vine and hibiscus flowers which wrapped around to your lower back. Leaning over you to get a better view of your tattoo, he focused on your back dimples and couldnt help but smile to himself.
“Where u from pretty girl?” he questioned as he placed his drink down, leaning up against the wall behind him. Although the music blared, his deep voice felt like it penetrated every sound in the house, making his words clear, sharp, and only for your ears. You smiled as you flipped your hair over your shoulder revealing a gold chain in the shape of your homeland. “Born and raised” you replied as he smiled. “Ouu you Caribbean girls are dangerous, i hear yall cheat a lot, Im Ony by the way.” His smile was perfect, the pool in your underwear felt like it soaked through your short black dress, shiittt if he was thirsty you had a perfect beverage for him but i digress. “I’m y/n and you can come find out yourself, i meann i wont cheat unless you give me a reason too” ..your confidence could easily make a man’s dick wet,and if ony didnt have on them ksubi jeans the pre cum in his boxers would be visible.
“n/n you is a trip, can i call you n/n? imma call you n/n and if i hear anybody else calling you that imma kill them” he said as he faked a deadpan face. He was funny, he actually made you laugh, he was the first dude you met who wasnt the actual joke in your life. “boy bye everyone calls me that, you finna have a long ass hitlist then hun” you said as you rested your hand on your waist. He looked you up and down again and laughed “stop eye fucking me” you said cockily. Now to be fair, you were doing it first, thats why he stared back at you while you were dancing, and you did want to get to know him more. So, you grabbed his hand, as walked backwards slowly through the crowd. You knew you looked good and fucked good so your confidence was on one hundred tonight
“Hey, lets go back to my place and get to know eachother more..I mean you look all lonely standing here in the corner by yourself sooo we can def be friends” you couldnt resist his ass, and its obvious that he was feelin you too, but you wanted to get to know him more for real, i mean its not like fuckin him till your jaw locked didnt cross your mind once or twice but your intentions werent JUST to use him for his body, sexual thoughts are part of human nature and you just so happened to have some about the fine black man in the room! honest! He did look like he could be some good entertainment for however long he planned on staying in your life, there’s nothing wrong with a boy toy or two.. “Ony baby do you got a girl? i dont wanna be playin in nobody face looking dumb now..” You aren’t insecure, but everybody and they momma cheats in new york.. so theres nothing wrong with asking. “absolutely not..i gotta stay loyal to my girl” he said as he stopped you and gave you a twirl as he held your hand. hm, bold..
Turning back around while he opened the front door for you, it was already set in Onyankopon’s mind that you two would be more than friends..more than bestfriends at that, and he would know all about your favorite things, and your favorite parts. And if you were sure about one thing in your life, it would be that he would be yours by the end of the night, and he knew which set of girls did it the best. Walking off of the front lawn he opened the passenger door for you and quickly ran to the drivers side.
“manner-able too” you thought to yourself looking pleased. “So Ms.Y/n,” he said taking a sigh and turning the ac on low, causing the pine tree air freshener to dance around the rear-view mirror. “Who taught you how to whine like that? Im a visual learner by the way..” he said as he licked his lips and smiled, looking even finer in the low car light which illuminated his grills and nose piercing, rubbing his hands together showing his gold watch which sat pretty, almost as pretty as you on his wrist, accenting his thick veiny hands. Polished fingers looking so delicate and so clean, so glossy yet so rough. Everything about him was fine, and looked expensive.
His clean white shirt didnt have to be name brand to make his outfit hard.. damn was he good at existing, everything about him was so clean and polished. He is aesthetically pleasing to the eye which not a lot of people are. You couldnt stop looking at him in this lighting.. the low dim lights of the party didnt bring out all of his features as well as the car light did. Around his eyebrow rested a small but noticeable scar and a double slit eyebrow made his sharp features even more attractive.
“Lemme take a picture of your fine ass to make this view last longer” you said while grabbing your phone to snap a quick pic, quickly opening snap since their camera was the best. “i would send it to you but i dont have your number, here put it in” he laughed at your demand for his number. “You want me to drop you home? and you still aint answer my question mama” he added on determined.
“I’ll answer it when i get home, its still early so you can come up with me till youre ready to leave, but until then..” you said as you pulled him close and pecked him on his lips, “whats your favorite color?”
Boy are you in for the RIDE of your life..
guysss i hope you enjoyed this i feel like im getting back in the groove with this writing thing this was also long as fuck😭 so please give me any tips and tell me if you liked it! Big up my carribean people and give me some scenario ideas!😋~ ℒℯ𝓁ℯ<3
#attack on titan#onyankopon x black y/n#black women#black reader#black coded reader#fem reader#party#onyankopon x reader#ony x black reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon smut#iwanty0uu
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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:
[Part 3]
Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions
CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates
BO SINCLAIR
He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill
"Let me help you with that,"
BAM!
Blood splatters all over him
"THE FUCK-"
He's absolutely shocked
The hell did you come from?
"Sorry, Baby Bo."
He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat
A bloody bat.
Theres blood on him.
And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...
click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done
You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...
"H-HOLY SHIT!-"
"Y-YOU JUST?!-"
"WHERE DID YOU?!-"
"HUH?!"
He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt
He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips
And where you this hot...?!
Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.
He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people
LESTER SINCLAIR
"Les, i got something!"
"coming!"
He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair
"Good job! What animal did you get?"
"You'll see~"
What in the hell did you mean by that.
He shrugged it off and let you drive
He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals
It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies
wait,
WHAT THE FUCK-
Blood spilled all over the car windows
You just sat there laughing
When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill
NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES
He's shocked, he will not get over this
"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."
He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car
BUBBA SAWYER
He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls
He was very upset
He only managed to get 3 out of 6!
the other 3 went missing
He just assumed they had escaped
Though, there was no trail that they had escaped
Which confused him greatly
He noticed you cutting up something
Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken
Just what he needed
Some nice dinner
Wait.
Where'd you get those heads?
WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-
"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."
He's silent for a minute
"Bub? is something wrong?-"
You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his
Happy babbling from him
KURT KUNKLE
Lets all be honest,
You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame
You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone
He would pretend that its special effects
Only on Halloween since its more believable
Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat
Will actually laugh at this
He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone
Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers
Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help
He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers
Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though
He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store
You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand
He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet
That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down
You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks
You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him
"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"
You held your gun down
You thought he was cute
He was your type
So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him
"W-wait, where we going?!-"
You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway
You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips
He thought you was mad cute
"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"
"Shut up, and move faster."
PATRICK BATEMAN
He honestly would not care
Oh, you kill?
Well, he kills too!
He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him
He thinks you're attractive when you kill
Sex after you or him had killed
He would literally go DOWN on you
slight blood kink
But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate
Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either
So, he'll shower or have you shower first
And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body
One way of him marking you
He'll show you off even more
He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone
And not because of him
HANNIBAL LECTOR
He came home and couldnt find you
He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place
The garage
He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items
And 4 un-bagged...
Human bodies...
And 3 chickens
"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"
He was shocked to say
But he quickly got over it
"Any is fine, dear."
He had a sincere smile plastered on his face
This made him feel more secure about you
His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?
How...
Lovely.
He would have to find out a way to repay you
NORMAN BATES
He liked you. A lot.
But his mother didnt
At first.
You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you
Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you
Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person
He made it towards your room, in front of your door
Then he heard screams
Norma was absolutely shocked
He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with
Norma took a liking to you
Someone who was like her son...
She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you
But you were an exception
Norman had also liked you
The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you
Norma had encouraged him too
"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."
"Hello, Norman."
He fainted.
#hannibal#norman bates#bates motel#patrick bateman#bubba saywer x reader#bubba leatherface#american pyscho#house of wax#texas chainsaw massacre#texas chainsaw 3d#texas chainsaw the beginning#texas chainsaw 2#lester sinclair#bo sinclair#sinclair brothers#house of wax 2005#spree x reader#spree movie#kurt kunkle
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Round 1
Propaganda Under Cut
Allura
Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.
I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.
i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better
Kayano Kaede
shes genuinely a really tragic character who had potential for a really compelling, effective arc concerning grief, identity, healing, and finding trust again all while going through the inherent ordeal of being 15 years old….if she werent a female character in a shonen anime 😭😭 instead she gets sidelined during the show up until her big plot twist reveal after which shes immediately sidelined again. whatever i still love her and know her to be a character of all time who has suffered more than jesus. in my experience shes perhaps the female character who like. ive seen most *obsessively* hated due to her “getting in the way” of the ship b/w the male protagonist + deuteragonist (bc of her proximity to the both of them) u woild think shes the devil incarnate and not just. 15 and traumatised
She had a crush on Nagisa and they kissed and a lot of fans ship him with Karma so theyre mad that Kaede is there. She is super silly and nice but the fandom hates her for standing in the way of karmagisa.
she's a sweet person that was an actor and loves her sister. she is the main love interest of the main character but doesn't interact with him more than most of the other characters for a majority of the story. Often I have seen them removed from the story only to become some homophobic jerk that's desperate for the main characters love instead of letting her keep the good friendship that her and the main character had before the romance.
#poll#round 1#allura#princess allura#voltron#voltron legendary defender#kaede kayano#kayano kaede#assassination classroom
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while you’re sleeping + wanderer, xiao, aether x gn!reader
+. tooth rotting fluff, use of scara’s real name
+. summary ; them confessing to you while youre asleep… or so they thought.
+. A/N YALL SRRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SOOO LOOONGG I HAD SO MANY PROJECTS ON HAND BUT ITS ALL OK NOW! anyways have this <33
wanderer
he couldnt move… he couldnt move at all. he looked at you laying on his lap, sleeping peicefully. he breathed in and out just like what nahida told him to do whenever he’s mad, except he isnt. he doesnt know what he’s feeling but he felt as if he’s about to explode, his cheeks felt warm, how can a puppet feel such things for a mere mortal? if someone ever comes and see’s him, he’d be sure to get rid of them.
“you really are annoying.” he whispered rolling his eyes before looking back down at you. “i dont know what these feelings are but its so bothersome. you make my cheeks feel so warm and theres that fast beating inside my chest whenever you do stuff like this.” he babbled. he groaned, he felt like he’s going crazy, “i wanna push you off my lap right now, but i really rather kiss you right now.” he said only loud enough for him to hear looking elsewhere to contain his embarrassment. hearing a giggle. his eyes went wide.
“awww thats so adorable, wanderer.” you teased looking up at him, who so suddenly harshly pushed you off his lap to stand up and leave. “i hate you.” he grumbled, fast walking away from you. he should have know better! “kuni wait!” you laughed catching up to him and grabbing his wrist to pull him close to you and leaned in for a kiss. “you’re in love with me, and so am i. now, dont run away from me okay?” you smiled at him who is now a blushing mess, he felt so human.
xiao
xiao thinks he really shouldn’t be there, sitting beside your sleeping form in a field of flowers. too calming for his liking, he wasn’t used to it at all. how did he even end up in here with you laying your head on his lap. he sighed, leaning both his arms beside him for support, admiring the place. if it aren’t for you bribing him both almond tofu and for bringing zhongli along with with you to convince him to come along with you.
“i appreciate that you want me to take a break even just for a while, but i just cant get used to this.” he began, still not looking at you. “i don’t understand what i was feeling, so i asked mr. zhongli about it and he told me i was in love or something. “ he breathed out closing his eyes. “ i know nothing of affection but i’m willing to learn it for you.”
“i want to teach you then.” his breath hitched upon hearing you, quickly opening his eyes to look at you. he hadn’t realized you’re awake, he guesses he’s just easy to let his guard down around you.
aether
“waaahhhh paimon’s really full now!” paimon sighed leaning g against the chair, aether hummed in reply, admiring you who is sleeping beside him inside your home. you were just watching them eat away minutes ago and now youre asleep. “[name is really nice~ they’re so lovely! i love [name]! [name] cooks so much tasty food.” paimon smiled swinging her feet.
aether blushed, burying his face against his arms not daring to show his face. “i love [name] too.” he says aloud, catching paimon shocked. “[name] is so kind, [name] is so sweet,” he continued. “t-traveller-“ paimon tried to warm him that you’re awake and listening but he stayed in his position and continued. “[name] makes me feel loved, they make me feel warm and fuzzy. i love [name].”
“i love you too.” he sat up quickly hearing your voice so suddenly. now he’s a blushing mess, paimon giggled at the sight. “i… uh…” was all he could say while you and paimon laughed at his blushing face.
AHHHHHH THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER IN MY HEAD AS ALWAYS! AND MY CHARGER IS SO SHITTY I CANT EVEN CHARGE WITHOUT USING MY PHONE AND ITS KILLING ME IM NOT USED TO NOT USING MY PHNE WHILE ITS CHARGING. ANYWAY IM SO EXCITED FOR LANTERNRITE OMGGGGGGG WHO R U GUYS GONNA PULL FOR???
MASTERLIST
#genshin impact#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x gn reader#xiao x reader#xiao x gn reader#aether x reader#aether x gn reader
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Author Nim ....Happy near year !!! Im here to request part 4 of I became Villains family x reader .. so u know the fact that when siren cry their tears become pearls??? So here it is the reader when she was abused before coming to valentine house hold used to collect all the pearls so that when she will run away she can use them to get money ..... but now she don't have any use of them as she have momma and papa and her sister..... so she made bracelets with those pearls as her gift to them for new year and for treating her sister and her so sweetly and now she is confused why everyone who received the bracelets is crying ( which is almost everyone in the mansion received it even the maids and guards and even the wizard) as they all are concerned about the amount of pearls .......which means that their bunny cried a lot......now they hav to kill everyone who made their bunny cry.....have nice day and celebrate new year to the fullest 💕💕💕❤
VALENTINE FAMILY! X FEMALE!CHILD!READER (platonic)
Warning!: mentions of murder
DESCRIPTION <3: making pearls for your now family for New Years
AUTHOR NOTE: Happy New Years to you too thank you for requesting! Also my idol legit FOLLOWED ME ?? I’m so happy haha, of course I can try making part 5 if you’d like
For as long as the girl could remember, She’d been collecting pearls from whenever she cried at count Cortez’s house, She found out that whenever she’d cry either it was full on sobbing or just crying from laughter. Her tears would turn from liquid to solid pearls.
At first she wouldn’t bother picking them up but gave it a thought after a while, But when a certain incident happened she decided she’d collect the pearls and run away when the girl got older.
To say that she collected a lot was an understatement, It was a lot and I mean A lot a lot a lot, She could go live in a deserted country and never be found again with the amount of pearls she had!.
She could sell her identity, buy a huge house with a garden, buy titles with the pearls she had.
But now?, She scrapped her plan fully as she slowly realized she no longer had to live with dread or fear, She didn’t have to live thinking she’d get sold off or get hit.
She could finally live free from everything she worried about.
The pink haired girl kept on wondering what she was supposed to do with the pearls, She’d kept them with her. Of course she could still do her plan or just keep them as memory’s. But she had other thoughts she wanted to show her gratitude to her now family!.
For everything they had done to her sense the beginning in her eyes they were angels, And with New Years slowly approaching. She thought about making necklaces and bracelets.
it wouldn’t be hard sense she had nothing to do, So she started , For her family she’d paint them the colors of their hair or eyes, For her sister she painted some of the pearls pink but kept some white, For Tristan it was the same as aria but black instead of pink, Tristan got yellow blue and normal pearls.
Lloyd got black and white, Sabina got black and red.
She’d make them bracelets and necklaces, Hell she even made some for all the servants, Cooks, Knights, And even the wizards!.
The day before New Years the girl went around handing the bracelets and necklaces, Most and maybe even all the maids were brought to tears hugging and thanking the little girl.
“Here!” Shouted the girl to the head maid standing on her toes handing the maid the pearl necklace, “oh my lady!, you didn’t need to” She replied covering her mouth with hand nearly crying.
“But I wanted too, take it” the girl pleaded gifting her the bracelet before the maid hugged her body crying and thanking her.
“Weird..” She thought, Everyone she’d given was giving her this reaction, Like it was planned but she hadn’t told anyone she was making them she’d even hid them and made them at night when everyone was asleep.
But the girl didn’t think of it anymore and continued her journey, Not knowing that everyone knew that those pearls were her tears, Her next designation was the wizards toward where Carlin was.
“Carlinnn” the girl shouted as she heard a groan from the familiar voice “what is it?” He questioned opening the door, “here!” She exclaimed handing him the bracelet, “for you happy New Years” She placed it in his hand.
he grabbed it and inspected it before realizing what the pearls were made of, His heart was hurt just a little.
“Do you like it?” She chirped happily, “Y-yeah, thank you” he smiled and hugged her, “YAYYY” she shouted running down to go gift the others.
Next destination, The knights quarter’s, She’d counted many times how many knights there were so that she wouldn’t hurt anyones feelings.
When arriving one of the knights noticed and yelled “Everyone y/n came” At the name all of them stopped and began surrounding the girl.
“What brings you here? Little miss”, “Do you want to play with us?”, They all kept on questioning her before she shushed them and began giving out the items, “here, here, here, andddd here” she said before running off happily.
���Wait miss!” Yelled one of the knights before grabbing her body and picking her up, “let me go” she demanded “you forgot to give the captain” he stated.
“O-oh” she replied slightly embarrassed, The captain was waiting for her to give him one “You know I’m really hurt” he said one hand over his heart acting out like he got betrayed.
“I’m really sorry” she apologized giving him a necklace, “We’ll all treasure it with outer entire body’s isn’t that right?!” He asked yelling at the others “Yes Sir” they shouted.
“Can you put me down?” The girl asked, “Ah sorry” he apologized, “it’s okay bye bye now” she ran behind not noticing how some of the knights were full on sobbing at the present.
Now she gave the butler, head maid, servants, Wizard, Knights, Now the only people that were left were her sister, Lloyd Vincent, Sabina and Tristan.
She was slightly nervous hoping they wouldn’t reject her, But nonetheless she proceeded, First it was her sister, but she had no idea where she was so she asked,“Excuse me do you know where my sister is?” She questioned one of the maids.
“Oh I’m pretty sure the miss is in The young masters room” oh now she didn’t expect that, “Okay, thank you” she exclaimed hesitant when walking to Lloyds room.
Now in front of the boys room, She knocked on the door, Her heart beating so fast she was sure she was going to die anytime between now and in a few seconds.
The door slowly opened revealing Aria, “thank you” she thought before giving Aria her and Lloyd’s gift, “For you!” She exclaimed, Aria smiled slightly before hugging her sister and whispering “why don’t you give Lloyd his by yourself” she questioned before pulling away from the hug.
The girl shakes her head rapidly saying no, But Aria kept on budging till she gave in,She pulled her sister in the room. Lloyd looked quite surprised but didn’t say anything.
She quickly ran giving him his gift with hesitation, Before running out, As she was running Aria starred at the necklace realizing what they were she quickly felt guilty and concerned, Not about Lloyd but the realization of how often her little sister would cry, Made her angry.
Now It was Vincent’s turn, Y/n hadn’t interacted with Vincent much but whenever she did he would read her stories, Which was more than enough for her to like him, She quickly got done with Vincent, the way he smiled looked as if he was hurt but she didn’t pay any mind to it.
Now was Tristan and Sabina’s turn!, First was Sabina, y/n could avoid the guards at her room easily so she ran to her room, And entered.
“Y/n” the older lady smiled, “ I have a gift for you” she smiled, running towards her, “Necklace” she handed her the item, Sabina was no idiot when it came to the girl in front her, She knew that the pearls were originally tears turned into pearls.
“Tell me where did you get the pearls?” She questioned bringing the child closer to her, “Ummm, Somewhere” she stated, “where is that somewhere?” She smiled.
“Um” the girl got more nervous, “ I need to go give Tristan!” She yelled before jumping off the bed and running away, Sabina starred at the now closed door knowing full well well you went out to avoid her question.
Now running towards Tristan’s office, He was the only person left who didn’t get the bracelet, So after passing threw a long hallway, She finally arrived in front the door and knocked, “Come in” someone yelled.
Upon opening the door the only people there where Tristan and his assistant, “I have a gift for you!” She responded walking towards him handing the gift. “Where did you get it?” He asked “I made it!,do you like it?” She smiled, He observed the gift before picking her up, “Why wouldn’t I?, I like everything you make” he continued starring at the bracelet, Shifting his gaze between the girl and the bracelet.
Like Sabina he wasn’t stupid he knew that those pearls were made from liquid, That liquid being tears, “Who did you give these too?” He touched the bracelet feeling slightly guilty.
“Everyone!” She smiled, “Everyone?” He placed the bracelet on his desk, “Yea! Everyone”, The man was sure you knew how these pearls would become pearls.
“You shouldn’t cry so much” He muttered low but loud enough for her to hear, The shock on her face made him smile, “How did you know?” She asked refusing to look at him.
“That is none of your concern”, Count Cortez was dead, A long time ago, If he wasn’t he would’ve murdered him all over again, But he couldn’t the house you used to call home no longer existed.
“Like I said you shouldn’t cry so much” dont cry, that’s what it seemed like he was saying, “You no longer have a reason to live in fear”, “Live happily, as long as your my daughter”, Daughter?, “No one will dare to touch you”.
#-Azuwritess#becoming the villains family#manwah#manhwa#fanfic#yandere#yandere Manhwa x reader#manhwa x reader#historical manhwa#tristan x reader#the siren#Becoming the villains family x reader#yandere x reader#platonic
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can you do a chris fluff where the reader is a singer and chris says he cant make it to her concert and shes super disappointed but then she sees him in the crowd? i love ur posts! ur so underrated im looking forward for more fics from u! 💓💓
LOVER - chris sturniolo
pairings: chris sturniolo x singer!reader
warnings: nothing, fluff :)
a/n: y’all i need requests like literally dont feel embarrassed to ask :)
“so, are you excited for your first show?” Madi asks, and you could’ve sworn you saw a guilty look flash on your boyfriend chris’ face.
“I’m so fucking excited to get back out there, you have no idea!” You say excitedly, grinning up at your best friend.
“Ma, i need to talk to you..” Chris says, and you can tell he’s nervous, he has his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, a habit he has when he’s nervous.
“Yeah of course, we’ll be back, mads.” You smile at her as you and Chris stand up.
“what’s wrong?” You ask Chris, now transported from the living room, to Chris’ room downstairs.
“um.. i’m not going to be able to come.. to you first show.” He says, looking at the ground. He can’t bear to see the disappointment he caused on your face.
“oh.” you reply quietly, your mood instantly killed. “i’m so sorry, ma. I have a really important meeting and i-“ He starts, before you cut him off.
“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I love you.” You say before pecking him on the lips. Although you were still visibly disappointed.
Chris sighs and kisses your hand. “I’m so sorry ma, i really wish i could be there.”
“it’s okay, lets go back upstairs, Madi is waiting.”
TIMESKIP - FIRST SHOW!
“hello LA! how are we feeling tonight?” You shout, immediately being ambushed with screams and cheers afterwards.
“There’s so many of you! so, i’m gonna kick off tonight with a very special song, about a very special person..” You say, before the lights dim and a stage crew member passes you your pink guitar.
You start strumming the strings to the melody of the song ‘Lover’ a song you wrote about Chris, and the first song you ever released.
When the crowd recognise the song, they scream in excitement before the lyrics start.
“we can leave the christmas lights up till’ January.
this is our place, we make the rules.”
you sing as you smile at the shouting crowd in front of you, some teenage girls crying, some holding the hand to their hearts as they sway their body from side to side, and some screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.
“your my, my, my…”
you scan the crowd with a small smile on your face, before you eyes land on a familiar face.
chris.
“lover.”
you feel your smile grow so much that it starts to hurt your face slightly, as a light pink colour dusted your cheeks.
you watch him sing the lyrics along with you and the rest of the crowd, tears brimming his eyes.
“and at every table… i’ll save you a seat,”
you point to him as you sing the next word;
“lover”
TIMESKIP : AFTER THE SHOW
“thankyou all so much for spending time with me tonight, i hope you had as much fun as i did! i love you all, have a good night!” You say into the microphone as pink confetti falls to the ground.
You rush of the stage, wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of your boyfriend.
You ran off the stage, and towards Chris, who stood with his arms wide open backstage.
You collapse into his arms, and he holds you tightly.
“i’m so fucking proud of you, ma. you were so good” He whispers into your ear as you both stay in each others arms.
“i thought you weren’t coming!” You say as You pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes.
“I managed to push back the meeting for next month instead. oh, i also got you these.” He grabs the bouquet of flowers that sat on the little table next to us and hands them to you.
You grab them and hug them to your chest. “Thank you so much, i love you chris.”
“Of course. I love you more, my lover.”
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fluff#sturniolo#sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo smut
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Thank you for doing the lords work and writing male/gn x reader stuff!!! U are a saviour! Would it be possible for a story where reader got turned into a BOW by umbrella and leon finds him and wants to save him but has to deal with the hard decision of how? Taking him to the DSO or the BSAA would end with reader getting killed or turned into a weapon or something like that?
warnings: m.reader, angst, reader death, rlly sad im srry
word count: 1.5k
note: sorry this took so long! i rlly hope this does your request justice anon ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
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you and leon have been together since the raccoon city incident, fighting side by side against any evil that came your way. he cared for you more than he cared about himself, always checking on you when your on missions with him, keeping you close to his body in dangerous situations, and always throwing himself into danger for you. he would sacrifice himself for you quicker than a blink, you just meant that much to him.
but you had gotten kidnapped about a month ago.
he couldn’t focus properly on anything but you, he was going to kill the fuckers that took you. how dare they take the light of his life?
“listen condor one, i know that you’re still thinking about him right now, but you are going to get yourself killed if you do anything rash.” leon sighed into his gloved palms, “i’ll be fine, i’m going to find him here. i know it, condor one out.” “wait leon-“ he quickly ended the conversation, he didn’t need to be scolded for his actions. he knew what he was doing, he was going to find you and bring you back home. back to him, or he was going to die trying. while he was checking his surroundings he saw footprints in the mud, they were your footprints. of course he knew what they look like, he knows everything about you.
he quickly followed to footprints, his handy pistol still in his hands as he looked around to where the prints had stopped. he could feel his anger rising, practically steaming from his ears, umbrella headquarters. the same company that released a virus that cause his home to be obliterated, the same company that turned humans into horrible monsters— no. not you, they couldn’t do that to you.
his brain was filled with nothing but rage as he shot his way through the building, killing soldiers, killing nurses and researchers. he had to get to you, you were the only thing on his mind.
T-2674, that was your cell number, or what they referred to you as. “baby? baby, are you in there? can you hear me?” he pounded on the glass to your cell, it was pitch black on the inside, but he knew you were still in there, he could smell the fear coming off of you. “fuck!” he brought his hands to his hair before noticing a cowering scientist in the corner, he stared at leon with fear in his eyes. he knew what leon was capable of, he didn’t want to get hurt or even killed. “you. come here, now.” the scientist quickly stood up on wobbly knees and quickly made his way over to where leon was standing, “open it.” the man twisted his neck to look at leon, he looked frightened about what was in the cell. “a-are you crazy!? do you know what creature is in there?! it will kill us if i let it out…” he trailed off seeing the murderous look in leon’s eyes, the veins on his neck and hands twitching in anger.
the scientist quickly got to opening the cell, leon felt happy in this moment. he was going to see you again, he was going to be able to hold you, kiss you, and tell you everything was okay. his thoughts were interrupted but the scientist running away screaming, what the hell is his problem? “baby, are you alright-“ he froze, mouth suddenly dry, he thought he was going to throw up. you slowly limped out of your cell, your skin was stretched uncomfortably around the large frame they forced onto you, your gums and teeth were exposed with no lips to cover them, you’re eyes were sunken with no hints of light in them.
your body was trembling, everything on your body was in pain. everything was so stretched and aching all over, your vision was blurry as if you needed glasses, all you could make out was the silhouette of a man. the smell of him was comforting to you, you took a step forward to huff in that comforting scent. “baby, is…is that you…?” you perked up instantly, you brought your hands up to feel for your lover. “…l…eon….” you forced out through your dry and tight throat, all the experiments they did to you rendered you almost unable to speak. leon wrapped himself in your cold embrace, you stood there unmoving, he was the most warmth you’ve felt in your months away from your love. memories started to flood your head of what they did to you, cutting off chunks of skin, snapping your bones into places they wanted them to be, injecting you with god knows what. you knew what you were now, you were a monster. an abomination. you and leon knew you couldn't live past today, your brain would be taken over by a parasite that causes you to kill everything in sight.
leon took a step back looking up into your eyes, his normal cool and calm demeanor was replaced with a soul crushing sorrow, he new that he we either have to give you up to DSO where they would promptly kill you on sight, or hand you over to the BSAA where you would be turned into a weapon of mass destruction. this was a lose lose situation, and both you and him knew it.
“i don’t know what to do, i’m fucking stuck.” leon collapsed to the floor with his head in his hands, your stomach turned in pain. you felt like absolute shit, if only you hadn’t been so reckless you could’ve stayed with leon longer, you could properly tell him how much you loved him, you could’ve held him in your arms to comfort him in this moment. your brain felt cloudy and buzzy, everything on you felt inflamed, you let out a monsterous groan before clutching your head in agony.
“sit down baby, i’ve got you. i promise.” you collapsed onto the floor with your back hitting a wall, leon stood over you, his gloved hands covering your eyes. “if only i found you sooner, i’m so sorry baby. but….we both know how this ends.” you melted into his touch, everything was okay if leon was with you, everything was okay when leon touched you, you knew you would be safe with leon even in your final hours. “stay right here, handsome. i have to make a call.” he patted your cheek before quickly walking to the next room, his hands shook as he radioed in hunnigan. “hunnigan, what’s the best way to kill a bioweapon?” there was a short silence before hunnigan said something, “you would need the DSO to collect the bioweapon to exterminate it properly, they’re the only ones who know how to properly kill one from my knowledge.” leon chewed on his lip in frustration, “thanks, condor one, out.” “wait why did you-“ he cut her off again, he didn’t have time to waste answering stupid questions, he had to spend as much time with you before you were gone.
“baby, you know what i had to do, right?” you looked up at leon with a knowing look, you knew you were going to die by the end of the day. leon had pinged his location to the DSO for a bioweapon threat, he thought about not even telling where you were. he was planning to run away with you and live as long as he could with you, he knew you would eventually kill him, tear him limb from limb if that what the parasite told you to do.
“…c…cold…” you whined out softly, leon hovered over you, bringing your head into his stomach with his arms around your head. warm, this was nice. you were finally warm, all thanks to leon. “i love you so much sweetheart, i’m sorry you had to go through this. i can’t imagine how scared you were, how much pain you were in. i’m so sorry, sweetheart.” leon leaned down to kiss you on the crown of your head, you wish you could die like this. in leon’s warm embrace as you drifted off into an internal slumber, but you knew it would never work like that. the sound of soldiers in heavy gear rang through your ears, you looked up at leon with wide eyes. he had been crying, his eyes, nose, and cheeks were red with sadness, his bottom lip bruised from the way he bit on it.
you knew they were coming to take you away, you gave leon a gentle squeeze. “…lo…love…y…you…” the agents pulled leon away from you thinking he was in some type of danger, leon let out a choked sob as they injected you with a substance that would kill the parasite and inevitably, you. leon watched as your body writhed on the floor, his ears ringing from your high pitched screams of pain. he was trying to get to you again, wanting to hold you one last time, but the soldiers held him back from getting too close. your body finally stopped moving after what felt like hours, leon was grabbing at his hair in anger and grief, you were the light of his life yet he couldn’t protect you.
leon was the only one that stayed in the room as everyone else evacuated, he stared at your body with eyes filled with love, you were still so beautiful to him, even in death.
“i love you, y/n. i’ll see you soon.”
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Can u do carl grimes angst
after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty
IM SO SORRY
"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"
You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.
Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.
And this enraged everyone.
You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.
As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.
Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?
Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.
"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.
He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.
"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.
"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.
You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.
You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.
You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.
You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.
It was definitely too early. "Y/N."
"What?" you replied.
He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."
"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."
Carl tilted his head.
"Y/N, we can do that together."
"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.
"Y/N, you can talk to me."
"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.
You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.
You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.
As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."
You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."
The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.
Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.
"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.
He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."
You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.
You put the gun to his forehead.
"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."
"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."
Negan chuckled.
"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.
It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.
"Do it. I dare you."
You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.
"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.
You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.
"Yeah."
Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.
"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"
You nodded.
"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.
It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.
You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.
"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."
Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.
You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.
"Y/N, don't do this."
"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.
You brought the blade closer.
"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.
You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.
You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.
"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."
"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."
You laughed.
It was so fucking true.
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hey, whats up?? anyway.. i havent written in a long time so i decided to grace yall with my presence. HAHAHAH
anyway could yall tell i was listening to all too well and because i liked a boy?? HAHAHHA there are so many silly little references.
anyway send me more reqs!!
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Lookism Chapter 434 Memes/Thoughts I Have:
(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made and the collages.)
OK, GONNA GO THROUGH THIS QUICK THIS TIME AND ONLY GONNA SHED LIGHT ON THE PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER THAT CAUGHT MY EYES. 👁👁
Last chapter was CRAZY MAN. WTHHHH
DAMN SHE EVEN HIT HIM WITH THE SMACK 😭😭😭
“GRANDMA CHILL! I SWEAR IMMA BRING YOU CLOTHES NEXT TIME-” 💀💀💀
Um… wtf? 😀
LOOK AT BABY BOY, USING HIS OWN ACTING SKILLS LIKE THAT. 😩😩💓💓💓 Or is he actually crying? Idk, can't tell. Oh, and “Grandma bullied me, mom.” 😐
HOW DOES SHE KNOW CHARLES CHOI??? MF A CELEBRITY AROUND THESE STREETS. Him and Jinyeong both bruv. 😭😭😭 (Also, “Too late mom. Already met him and he attempted to kill me too.” /j Charles Choi and Grandma would make a perfect couple. 😌✨)
Awww, is that baby Daniel? 😭 Also, wait a damn minute. Why does he look like...
I'M SORRY, BUT HE REMINDED ME OF THIS CHEEP CHEEP FROM MARIO KART. B R U H. THEY LOOK ALIKE. 😭😭😭😭
The typos on here. 😅 "Choio" DFJKDSAHFKLSHDSJLKF SORRY. The first time I was reading this, I had to reread because I thought I was crazy for a sec.
DANG, WE'VE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF NEW CHARACTERS WITH GLASSES RECENTLY. First that ONE HOT LADY from Tiger Job Center, then that ATTRACTIVE DOCTOR who was with Goo, and then NOW A POLICE OFFICER??? PTJ TRYING TO BRING OUT MORE GLASSES REPRESENTATION. 😩💘
UMMMM SIR??? YOU'RE GETTING SHITTED ON. LITERALLY!!!! 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
You guys wish you were that cow, huh...? 👀 Yeah, I see you. You can't fool me...
Woah, woah, woah, woah... RUN THAT BY ME REALY QUICK?!?! AYO, WHEN DID THIS TURN INTO A HORROR MOVIE? WHAT IS THIS, CHILDREN OF THE CORN? 1922???? 👁👁
Aw shit. Danny boy is gonna get gang.... (banged). SORRY. I CAN'T HELP IT-
OMG DANIEL. BEAT THEM UPPP!!!! 😤😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽
Dude. Why did I think this was Zack Lee for a second? 😳😳 (Zack and Gun if they had a child together LMFAO) ALSO THIS NEW GUY IS HOT AF. WHO IS HEEEEEE??? 😩🔥🔥🔥 (And we haven't gotten any naked scenes ever since Samuel, so is PTJ giving us some fan service since Samuel can't do the job right now...? 👀)
WTH IS HE IN A TUB FULL OF SNAKES? N A K E D ? 😳 I mean... if he's into getting his thing bitten- 👀 NAH, NAH, NAH, IM KIDDING, I SWEAR. 😭😭😭😭
I don't blame you if you stared at him for more than a minute.
Omg Daniel embodying his 😵 phase. BUT FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK. THIS MAN IS BACK!!!!! HE'S FUCKING BACCCKKKKK. AEEEUUUUGGHHHHH. HE STILL LOOKS SEXY AF EVEN IF THIS IS JUST A FLASHBACK. 🥴🥴🥴🥴
YOU BET YOUR ASSES, I WILL SIMP OVER THIS MAN. H A R D.
*N S F W M E M E S W A R N I N G*
I DON'T WANNA SPIT, I WANNA GULP. I WANNA GAG, I WANNA CHOKE. I WANT YOU TO TOUCH THAT LIL' DANGLY THING THAT SWING IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M GETTING FLASHBACKS WHEN GUN HAD TO BEAT UP SAMUEL AND TELL HIM OFF. 😭😭😭😭
I can just imagine that horrifying face of his. Smiling so menacingly with those terrifying eyes. Like yessss king, go crazy!!! 😍😍😍
LOOK AT THESE DAREDEVILS. DAAAAAAAMN. TERRIFYING AS HELL. 🤭 DANNY BOY REALLY GOT IT FROM GUN FRFR. (Ugh, like father like son. Daniel could be my son- I mean, what? 😀)
I FUCKING KNEW IT. THIS FOUR EYED MF WAS SHADY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!!! LIKE WHY TF WAS THAT CREEP STANDING THERE BEHIND HIM AND DANIEL, LOOKING LIKE ONE OF THEM PSYCHO NPC'S FROM OUTLAST 2 ????? BRUH GOT ME FUCKED UP. 😤😤😤
Ok, but why does this mf look like a DILF??? HE LOOKS LIKE A MIXTURE OF MANAGER KIM FROM HIS OWN WEBTOON AND ELITE WHEN HE WAS STILL YOUNG. LMFAAOOOOOO (I'm deadass ab this. They're attractive ngl.) AND WHY DO THE VILLAINS LOOK HOT AF? I'M NOT AGAINST IT, BUT I FEEL LIKE PTJ IS INTO SEXY VILLAINS. HE HAS A KINK FOR THEM. AND HE B R E A T H E S THEM. IN AND OUT. 😮💨😮💨😮💨 (Update: I guess Kwak Jichang LITERALLY IS a piece of shit. Think about it… 💩)
ANYWAYS, we finna see who these Chungcheon mf's are next chapter. Hopefully, we get to know what the deal is with these people hating on Jinyeong. Bc I STG, IF THIS DRAGS OUT FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS, I’M GONNA LOSE IT. 😠😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽
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