#we don't actually know if those were his ass and balls
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since i'm rambling about self inserts? (is that it?) now you're miserably turning over on the bed, pulling the comforter over your head because you wasted a whole whopping 70$ for MW3 only to get an unfinished game and a piss-poor half-assed shock value main character death.
You fall asleep thinking about what you'd do differently- how johnny wouldn't die so needlessly, maybe even convince Captain Price to let Johnny put a bullet in Makarov's head in that helo.
And when you wake, your surroundings are different. The bed is too small when yours is a king, the innerspring mattress creaks when you sit up, even though you explicitly bought a memory foam.
The walls are spartan instead of the personalized decor you had. Looking over the edge of the bed, the floor isn't carpet. It's an ugly, white vinyl tile.
Where the fuck are you?
Your hands are callused but the only time you even got one was when you tried your hand at gardening, only to eventually realize you could kill a cactus with your brown thumb.
Hopping out of bed, you beeline to your bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Almost everything is the same. Eyes, hair, body, height.
Only difference is your flesh. It's littered with scars- both old and new. A thick, pink jagged line across your clavicle (a blade?), a puckered star shaped keloid above your hip bone (A gunshot wound?)
Stepping back out into the room, you carefully survey the space around you. A tac vest you swear you've seen before hangs on the back rest of your small chair.
Two black glock-19's sit on the desk. How do you know that? You don't know lick about weapons.
There's a large sheathed blade by your nightstand table. Didn't Rambo have one of those?
Suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You're dreaming. Jesus. Maybe you should start reading some smut fanfiction before bed to get Simon in your-
A knock at your door pulls you out of your degenerate thoughts.
oooookay.
Padding quietly to the door, the metal of the handle feels shockingly cold. How wildly vivid.
"Ye- what the fuck?"
What the actual fuck?
"Language."
...
Your mouth gapes in utter disbelief. "Simon?"
His dark eyes narrow behind his skull mask. "Chummy, are we?" He steps forward, forcing your neck back at an uncomfortable angle to keep your eyes fixed on his. "You and I, Sergeant, ain't friends. It's Ghost to you. Clear?" he snarls.
You swallow thickly. "C-Crystal, sir."
He tips his chin forward. "Get decent, I'm to take ya to the debriefin' room."
what?
"Now."
Spinning on the balls of your feet, you hastily dress, and grab the vest on the chair. UK flag on it. Tactical. Heavy as hell.
Your hands move on their own, and fingers smartly clip buckles, pull up zippers and close the pockets- as if you've been doing this your whole life.
What is happening?
When you get to wherever it was you were going, you're met with more recognizable faces.
Captain Price stands in front of Laswell, bulky arms crossed as he speaks to her in a hushed tone.
Gaz sits on a chair with his head hanging back as he blankly stares at the ceiling, trademark cap in place.
And then there's- "Bonnie!"
Johnny.
"Good to see Simon dinnae eat ye on the way here."
Simon Ghost doesn't react to the jibe at all.
Why are you sitting in the middle of the 141 listening to Laswell debrief about Hassan? Why aren't you waking up yet? You're lucid. The sharp sting of your nails digging into the palms of your clenched hands isn't dulled.
"Good hunting."
This can't be happening.
This isn't real. The heavy helmet strapped to your head. The weight of the bulky tac vest full of equipment. The painfully tight straps around your thighs. The way the rifle feels in your hands, solid and dense.
Not real.
Until you're offloading with Bravo Team in Al-Mazrah on the search for Major Hassan. The tall grass grazing your pants, the NVG's over your eyes to help you see in the dark. The harsh recoil of a weapon you've only ever used in a video game. The gurgling sounds of the enemies as they choke on their blood by your feet. The bullet whizzing past you, clipping your cheekbone. The burning sting of it, white-hot pain.
Real.
It feels fucking real.
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#kyle gaz garrick#john price#is it self insert? idk
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Closer Party Pooper
Summary: Being the 8th member of Enhypen means that you get to spend time with people that actually make you feel special but little does everyone know that during most of those times your on your knees in front of them as you pleasuring them everyday.
Warnings: Smut, drinking, arguing, nicknames, parties, drunk man groping Y/n, dirty talk, (lmk if i missed any)
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Sounds of people talking and music filled the area around you as you felt compressed between fifty to maybe a hundred bodies around you, one foot after the other you led yourself to a hallway that contained a line of people heading towards the bathroom on the opposite side of the door there was a bucket. Two options filled your mind knowing the reason why that bucket is there while both reasons wanted to make you puke causing you to make a disgusted face as you turn around to face a guy with a cup in his hand, “sorry” you told the man as you swiftly moved passed him as you started to walk around the house trying to find your friends. Drunken bodies filled every room you walked into as you inspecting each room carefully you found multiple people tongue tied with one another as couples makeout on the couches, the smell of beer flowed through your body turning around a tall figure who had a crowd of girls swooning at his every move was playing beer pong behind you the whole time you stood there.
“Y/n, come take my spot gonna get another drink.” Walking towards the man you knew from the voice it was Heeseung, usually wherever he went the crowd of girls followed him so seeing the pile of girls surrounding just this one man only meant there was no other man but him. “Is the beer not in front of you not enough?” You asked him sarcastically he fake laughed as he gave you the ping pong ball “Don’t make me lose.” were the last words he said before turning around and heading towards the kitchen as half of the girls followed him while the others waited for him to come back as they finally backed away and took a seat on the furthest couch.
“How does he manage with all these girls up his ass 24/7? I would cry, or punch them either one.” The man across the table laughs at your comment while the guy standing next to him says, “One, you're just sensitive Y/n and two I don't think he minds it.” baffled by the words the man just said you scoffed at his remark “Of course you would say that Jake, you're the most sensitive guy i’ve ever known.” “Can both of you shut up, you're making me lose my focus.” Sunghoon interrupts the both of you as he was looking directly at the cups “I’m sure they are the problem.” The guys at the other end of the table sarcastically comment, making you giggle, “Oh shut up Jay, you're worse at this game than me.” the man put his hand over his chest as he scoffed while whispering the word ‘rude’ to Jake. “When are we going back to the dorms? This party is so boring.” You whined to the men at the table as you bend your knees to drag out your boredom, “Soon, just get a few drinks in you and then you won’t want to leave. That’s what Sunoo did, see.” the man across from you said as he pointed at the man on the couch, sprawled and passed out with a drink in his hand. “Yup, he looks like he’s having a blast.” Sarcasm wasn’t leaving your presence today, “Where’s Won?” Jay looked up at you as he pointed behind you to show the man you were looking for to be playing video games with other people as the whole room was filled with men.
Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as your gaze was turned back to the game just to have your attention be taken away from the game to feel someone's hand sneak around your waist “Thanks I can take it from here.” Heeseung said as he went to take your stance you interrupted his actions “Can you actually get me a drink or two, they just said they don’t know how long it is till we leave. I can’t go through this whole night sober if we are staying here longer.” a small laugh left his lips while his head nodded to you as his hand left its previous stance on your waist. “Your drinking?” The man next to you askes as he hands you the ping pong ball, you back up one step and lean forward to look at the cups from a certain angle as you toss the ball it lands in one of the cups displayed the closest to you. The man straight ahead of you cursed under his breath as he picked up the ball out of the cup and started to chug the liquid in it, “This party is honestly so boring, I don’t even know if I want to remember this.” a hand appeared next to you with a drink in it.
“Just let me know when you want a refill.” You nodded as you stepped out of your previous spot and headed towards Jake, “Now you're routing for the opposite team, not cool Y/nie.” Heesung says as he fake pouts the feeling of an arm being wrapped around your shoulder startled you. “Yes she is, it’s just because I'm the best.” The disgusted face returns to your face once again but thankfully it was for a different reason than before, “I wasn’t even here for the whole conversation and I still know Jake is lying, get your disgusting arms off her.” Jungwon says as he walks over to you lifting up Jake’s arm from his long sleeve with his pointer finger and thumb. “Hee where did your entourage go?” Jungwon asked as he walked behind you, hugging your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder giving you a kiss on the neck then returning his gaze to Heeseung.
“Gone.” “Not even the one who never leaves your side.” “Fine I told them to leave me alone, plus that one girl always smells like potato chips anyways.” Shock lit up your face at Heeseungs rude comment about the girl, sure she was just another one of his followers but you never thought he viewed some of them in those certain ways. “Heeseung, that's rude.” You commented, “But it’s true.” Sunghoon says as he dabs up Heeseung. Picking up the cup you slowly take small sips as you continue to watch your friends compete against one another, sip after sip the drink in your hand felt lighter as you looked down into the cup there was nothing left in it. “I’m gonna go get a refill, you stay here.” You tell the man that was just resting his head on you as you walked towards the kitchen with an empty cup in your hand, stopping in front of the drinks about to pick up the drink Heeseung had gotten you before a hand stopped you and pulled your trance towards the figure. It was a tall man who had a bottle of whisky in one arm as the other picked up the drink you were about to grab, “Sorry, were you about to grab that?” he asked as he extended the bottle towards your body.
“Thanks.” You say as you placed your cup on the table and started to fill your cup up to the brim “Geez save some for me.” he remarks as you giggled in response handing him back the bottle as he filled the cup he had as well. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here getting yourself a drink all alone?” The bottle that was in his arm was no longer there but was now being replaced as his hand sneaked around to your ass while the other went to wrap around your waist, “I’m not-” your stuttering easily showed just how scared and nervous you were around this mysterious man. “Baby, don't be shy. Why don’t you come upstairs with me and I can give you a good time?” Disgust started to fill every inch of your body as you tried your hardest to get the drunken man away from you yet your build just wasn’t strong enough to take his, suddenly the presence of his body was soon gone. A hand wrapped around your wrist while the other hand took the cup away from your grasp, it was Heeseung.
“What did I tell you?..” Before you could even think to respond more words started to fall from his lips “I would refill your drink, not you. Me.” he led you back to the table where all the boys were playing the game yet none of them were there “Where did they go?” He picked up the rest of his and the members' things then started walking to the door still holding onto you. “We were about to leave, you were gone so I went out to find you.” Picking your head up you were faced with the car the guys drove you here in, Heeseung opened the door as he let go of your hand and walked to the other side of his car getting into his seat.
“Where were you?” Sunghoon asks as you sit down starting to buckle your seatbelt, before a word can fall out of your mouth Heeseung answers the question for you “She was letting some guy touch up on her, as the guy was basically dry humping her.” his words pissed you off because not even did he lie but he got the whole thing twisted, “No, I went to get a drink. Like I told Jungwon, anyways this guy started touching me and I tried to get him off of me while he was saying some ‘baby let me show you a good time’ type shit. So no, I did not let him willingly touch me, thank you very much.” you say breathless as you finally lean back into the seat. The whole car went singlet for a minute, “Why didn’t you tell me that he was touching you like that and you didn’t consent to anything.” you rolled your eyes “Does holding my wrist and pulling me away saying ‘what did I say about the refill’ ring any bells?” you commented, mimicking him in the worst voice impression ever. “I don’t sound like that and all I was getting across was that you should’ve listened to me about the refills so that way this wouldn't happen.” “Oh yeah my apologies I forgot that Lee Heeseung knows when and where every man is going to be every second, how could i forget? Not to mention he knows when a man is trying to get his dick in my pants as well.”
“Would it kill you to not give me sarcasm just for a minute? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you.” He bluntly remarks “Yes.” “Yes what?” you looked directly into his eyes “Yes it would kill me.” his breathing started to become more heavy causing him to huff his air out while his body started to fill with anger he usually wasn’t easily triggered like this but he is tipsy not to mention he saw another man on you causing him to be a little jealous as well, you didn’t know that though. Tension filled every corner of the car while the only two voices heard was yours and Heeseung, occasionally the angered words that would fall from one of your lips would stutter or slur from the lack of soberness from the both of you. Not to mention almost all of the guys in the car passed out from being drunk or they are just listening to you both bitch and moan about why he was right or why you were right, “God you guys are annoying, you're giving me a headache.” Sunoo says as he rubs his temple “Yeah, cut it out.” Jake said as he turned from his previous sleeping state you listened to them and shut up, normally if it was Jake just saying it alone then you wouldn’t but hearing Sunoo say it just shut you up immediately, you have a soft spot for him.
Feeling the car come to a stop as the driver put it in park you immediately opened your door and headed straight towards your room knowing that Heeseung wasn’t done with the conversation yet, footsteps trailed behind you as you walked into the dorms. You could hear him calling your name but you ignored him not wanting to annoy the members more than you already have with both of your bickering, opening your bedroom door you shut it behind you walking straight towards your bed as you hear the sound of your door open. “Why are you such a brat?” Flopping down on your bed you lay deeper into your pillow as your face is being engulfed by the softness of it, “Leave me alone.” you muffled into the pillow but surprisingly he heard you. “No, not till we finish this.” Picking your head up from the pillow you looked at his figure as he stood in front of your bed, “Finish what? This isn’t a game, there is nothing to finish. Go to bed Heeseung.” the feeling of a dent in your bed made you realize that he sat down while you sat up facing him.
Great now he’s never gonna leave. “Y/n I'm being serious I-” You cut him off as you placed your lips on his, bringing him into a quick kiss as seconds reality hit you causing your lips to slowly start to leave his, silence was heard for a moment “See silent, good talk. Goodnight.” you tell him as you lay on your stomach enjoying the soft warmth of your pillow once more till his words brought you out of your trance. “You can’t just do that.” “Well I did, goodnight.” you muffled into your pillow “Can you hand me my blanket?” asking him as he was sitting on the edge of it resulting in him shaking his head “Why did you do that?” a groan left your lips.
You thought the kiss would help him shut up but what is it going to take for this man to go to bed “You talk too much.” he rolled his eyes “And you don’t talk enough.” picking your head up from the pillow you spun your head to the side “What is it going to take for you to shut up and go to bed?” His eyes met yours as he studied them just before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours once more but this time it wasn’t just a half assed kiss to get him to shut up, there was something more behind the kiss. His hands ran to the back of your head as his fingers tangled into your hair as desperation started to fill every inch of his body, the only thing he was questioning in the moment was if this was happening because you both had something to drink or if he really felt a certain way towards you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you hopelessly needed to feel more of him, he was the only thing that was running through your mind the moment he wrapped his hand around your waist at the party.
Hunger started to fill the air as the kiss deepened into his hands running along every inch of your body, his hands rested on your inner thighs slightly rubbing them just before he brought both of his hands to your hips and pulled you onto his lap while his hands gripped your hips like his life depended on it. “You done acting like a brat?” He mumbled against your lip as he immediately returned back to your lips giving you no time to answer his question, but little did he know it wasn't going to be as easy as he thinks. Trying to pull away from the kiss you were only met by him pulling you even more closer till your hips started to move causing his reaction time to be delayed, pulling away from the kiss you finally replied to his question “What if I said I wasn't done acting like one?” a smirk crawled from one side of his face to the other. “Guess I’d have to make you behave then, right?”
“Good Luck.” His smirk faded as his bottom lip landed in between his teeth “Don’t need your luck.” he pushed your shoulders into the mattress below you as he filled the empty space between you two, placing his lips immediately back onto yours his hands traveled around your body while your fingers went to his shirt pulling it off of his body as he still was fixated on your body. You knew that the more his skin was showing the more vulnerable he would become giving you the hand in dominance, which would allow you to be a brat to him and leave him high and dry. You weren’t planning on doing that because genuinely you wanted him to fuck the pettiness out of you, like he has always said he would. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts the feeling of a hard piece of fabric rubbing up against your clothed cunt resulted in you looking up at the man above you then trailing your eyes down his body as his cock was threatening to be freed from his pants.
Bringing your eyes back to meet his “You gonna continue being a brat or are you gonna help?” his words started to fill with lust the moment his dick rubbed up against you, “You know being a brat sound really nice, but I just wanna get myself off so do me a favor and get off of me so I can ride you since you are clearly not going to do anything.” your words took him aback. “Being a bit selfish don’t you think?” you shook your head “I get myself off and you...” you grabbed his hand and showed it to him “…have something to help you later how nice is that.” “You suggesting that you ride me, make yourself cum while I jerk off.” you pushed him up and off of you while sitting up straight next to him “Seems pretty crystal clear to me.” his head slightly shook as his eyes rolled “I have an idea.” your gaze met his as he continues to talk. “You ride me and the first one to cum had to watch the other fuck someone who can make them cum.”
Your eyes as he didn’t even know how much excitement was running through your body while adrenaline was pumping through your veins, “Let’s go I don’t got all day.” you say getting up from your position holding onto his holders as he scooted to the pillows for elevation when you ride him. Your hands started to take off your shirt off while your attention turned to him as he sat there looking at you blankly, “Need me to undress you too? or do you got it?” you asked in a baby voice he gave you a disgusted look from your sarcasm as he started to unbuckle his belt. “Are you still gonna be bratty after i we fuck?” “Depends how good we fuck.” you shrugged while he finished taking off his pants along with you taking off yours. You got on top of his lap leaning forward getting closer to him as you placed a kiss on his lips just before you started to grind down onto his hardened cock causing a groan to fall from his lips, “I barely did anything and your already moaning.” he sighed “Just wait you will be cumming on my cock in less than 10 minutes.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed as you brought your hand down towards his boxers as you toyed with the waistband, waiting till he was desperate enough to continue.
It was fun to tease Heeseung and he always made it so easy, his cock was twitching against his boxers as pre cum started to leak out of them. It was almost too easy. You pulled his boxers down past his knees as you took his aching cock and placed it in your hand as you slowly started to stroke it causing multiple noises to be heard from the man under you, bringing your hand to your mouth you let spit fall from your mouth and onto your hand while you placed the hand back on his cock giving it more lube making it easier for him to slide in. Pulling your panties to one side you brought his tip closer and closer to your aching heat, the air in your room was filled with tension and warmth. Slowly starting to sink down onto his cock you just realized how hard this little challenge he gave you was going to be, but that wasn’t going to stop you from winning.
Groans and whines left his lips as you bottomed out on him his hips were about to thrust up into you multiple times but he stopped himself as he didn’t want to give in to his desperate needs, your hips gained the strength to start moving as you started to find a steady pace to keep. His cock would twitch inside of you which would have you feeling like cummjng each time he did it because it would hit the perfect spots when you did, you started to wonder if he started to do it on purpose. It gave you the idea to start clenching around him. “Fuck.. Y/n don’t do that.” He said breathlessly “Why?” he remained silent not wanting to tell you ‘it felt to good’ or ‘because i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop’ you knew he was going to cave in before you. Clenching around him more resulted on his hands on your waist as he thrusted up into you as he kept your hips in the air he pulled out and came onto his stomach. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
Swears consistently left his lips with every stroke “What happened to you being confident?” finishing his last stroke he looks back up at you “Y/n pleas-” “Wait what about the thing you get to watch me fuck someone else.” his expression changed from relaxed to tense and jealous “No, it was a jok-” “You said Heeseung, i’ll be back.” he got up from his previous spit laying down as pulled his sweatpants on as he watched you put on one of your robes. “Where are you going?” you turned towards him “Going to find Jay, so he can fuck me while you watch.”
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baby don't be mad
1.3k word actverse ficlet under the jump
rating: M
tags: dialogue-heavy, beginning of the relationship, the boys are arguinggg, old man eddie's being a clueless slut, and also a dweeb, and steve's being... a person that rly needs therapy lol
Rapid catchups, they name it, though it doesn’t really need a name, it’s basically just talking. Early on Eddie realizes he doesn’t know all that much about his sexy old-but-new long distance serious boyfriend, that he possesses a fuckton of outdated information, that, duh, people change, especially in the long-ass time they spent apart. That the habits and opinions of a twenty-year-old shithead don’t necessarily last until someone’s forties.
That evening, they do the rapid catchups, starting off easy, prompted by the takeout dinner they have at Steve’s: best Asian food, go, at which without a second thought Steve says Chinese, while Eddie goes with Japanese, love me some sushi, yum. Later, when they’re full of kung pao and mapo tofu, lazily digesting on the couch, half-watching an old movie where Sharon Stone saunters across the screen and smolders at bad men, Steve says: you have to sleep with a woman, any woman in the world, dead or alive, go.
Eddie groans and slides down the couch, throws his hands up: dude, I don’t know! Uh, like maybe— Cleopatra? Or maybe one of those amazonian greek warriors with one boobie?
So, no one you actually know the face of? he says, with a little smirk.
Man, I don’t— I mean, there are some beautiful women walking this earth, like stunning stunning women I can’t get enough of, but that don’t mean I want to fuck them! My willy shrinks at the thought, he explains meekly, and shrugs, clicking his tongue: I dunno, maybe Eartha Kitt? She seems very fun.
Good choice, mutters Steve, and to Eddie’s your turn he tilts his head, scratches his nose: I don’t know if that question really applies to me. But if I had to have a sex list, it would be… Linda Evangelista? Or Sharon, she’s hot. Or— yeah, Monica Belucci, Jesus. Her, definitely. If not her then Cleopatra, that’s actually a great answer, she must have been good for all that shit to go down around her, he says with a smile, and Eddie sighs dreamily, oh, I’d love to watch. From the closet, imagine myself in her place. In a little egyptian wig, he adds, to which Steve snorts, rolling his eyes.
Alright, my turn. Best casual sex you’ve ever had, go, says Eddie, and Steve hums at that, leans back on the couch, rubbing his chin, mumbling under his breath, until he sighs and says: I actually didn’t have that much of it beyond my teens, and what I had back then was very… teenaged, y’know. And in that short gap between my first and second wife I slept with just three people, two dudes and one woman, and neither of those was mind-blowing. The guys were kinda disappointing, I thought after so many years of straight sex I’d be blown away, but it was just… okay. Actually—, he adds, shaking his head: it sucked. I was drunk, they were drunk, I don’t remember much of it. Or don’t want to. I remember stinky balls. So, I dunno—, he says, and sighs, and glances at him: am I a big loser if I say the best one was when we reconnected? Could say it was still casual back then, right? When we fucked in the church, or by the pool, or—, yeah, there was a lot of it, on that trip.
It really was magical, agrees Eddie, smiling at him.
So, uh, your turn, says Steve. Best you've ever had, go.
Oh, man, mutters Eddie. I know my answer to that. Japan, in the mid-nineties. We were on tour and stayed for a few nights in Tokyo, and I got to explore the city, research shit with the help of a very discreet translator, and finally, on our last night there, I ended up in a gay bar. Very hush-hush, a basement place hidden away in some grimy back alley, he says, lowering his voice into sultry tones of gossip. Met a guy there, this… slightly chubby middle-aged businessman type, suit and tie and briefcase, wedding ring on his finger, very regular looking guy, and we drank sake through the night, sang some karaoke, and ended up in some seedy by-the-hour love hotel. He didn’t know who I was, didn’t speak a lick of English, I was obviously drunk, but I still remember that night like it was yesterday. God, just— the way that guy fucked me, the way he seemed to know every inch of my body without having seen it before, the way he just knew what I wanted without any language, it was insane. We did it a few times that one night, practically without stopping, and never saw each other again. I actually jerk off to that memory to this day.
To this, Steve lets out a small hm, purses his lips and leans back, crossing his arms, and Eddie clicks his tongue, leaning closer, touching his shoulder: aw, don’t be jealous. That was casual, but out of all people, of course you are my number one, no contest. I just— remember that one time in Japan, because it worked so well without language, and that’s always kinda hot. Language of love, all that cheesy stuff. Up to that point and following it, it'd mostly happen with some hot Brazilians.
Okay, he says.
Eddie sighs, watching his face: Steve, you know that’s what my life was like back then, this neverending barrage of hookups. And most of those weren’t even that good, like, you talk of stinky balls? I met dozens, slobbered over them anyway like they were fucking Ferrero Rocher!, he says to a small groan in return, then sighs, speaks softer: being with you is a completely different quality from that, even from my previous relationships. It’s way different. With Marcell, we both slept around, there wasn’t much that we had in common beyond, like, incredible attraction at the beginning, and the fact that we work in the same industry, could endlessly talk about that. And with Zu, we— we really loved each other, but we weren’t a good fit. It was this weird thing where she needed someone more masc, but also I needed someone more masc, he says with an amused scoff. We were two bottoms in love, and it’s hard to make it work in the long term, without fucking other people. We’re way better off as friends. And the other dudes I dated, it was just— me being a drunken asshole, most of the time. I was a very shitty boyfriend for a looong-ass time.
There’s a stretch of silence, and Steve slides down the couch, still frowning: man… I just wonder why you asked that question in the first place. Because it seems to me like you wanted to brag a little about this incredible hookup you had in fucking… Japan. Do you miss fucking other people, Eddie?
He sighs, rakes a hand through his hair: Steve, I literally just told you I don’t. I might romanticize it, the— the way I might romanticize being on drugs, but I don’t want to go back to that. I asked because I want to know everything about you! I dunno, I— I guess I like Japan. It’s such a weird place, I really want to go back there, he says and inches closer, placing a calm hand on his thigh: come with me. Like, for two weeks or something. We’d take the girls with us, go in the summer or for the spring break. Would be cool to just wander around, shop, sing karaoke, eat tons of good food. Go to Kyoto, see the geishas, tea ceremony. Go to hot springs. Japan’s truly like no place you’ve ever been to.
I didn't know you liked it that much. A trip does sound nice, says Steve, with a small smile. Emily would go crazy, she loves those cartoons. Chels would like it too, I think.
Eddie smiles and squeezes his leg: sounds like a plan. Also, just to— get it out of the way: from the moment you first kissed me, I stopped thinking of us as casual. I was, like, fully fully back in love with you in point two seconds. Even before that, to be honest. If I ever for a single moment considered that a hookup, it’d totally blow that businessman out of the water. If you want, I could show you, uh, how I blew him out of the— fucking—, he falters, then snorts: sorry, failed metaphor. But you catch my drift.
Yes, please, says Steve.
#posting the roughs here bc I don't care enough to put it up on ao3#if you've never read anything of mine don't start here bestie#I'm dead serious#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#act verse#steddie fic#old steddies#ficlets
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Calm Down
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Black!Reader
Summary: Oscar has his own ways of calming his you down. (From this request 💖)
Word Count: ~1.5k words (I've been real lazy y'all so this is me eye balling it.)
Warning: Smut, p in v (unprotected, stay safe kids), fingering, teachnically thigh fucking, orgasm denial, Hard!Dom in a very Oscar way, mention of the FIA (we all need to be warned about that), some plot (enough for this to actually be a fic)
A/N: I'm still working my way through a few more pre-"closed request" fics, after this one I have 4 more. 🥳 I'm kinda glad I'm able to get this one out. It's to the lovely anon that requested it but also for another anon that would like more Oscar fics out there. I have my Oscar moments, and I guess you guys caught me in one. 🤭 Anyway, hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!💖💛💖💛
(P.S. Expect another headers update because these requests y'all have been sending in are😚🤌🏿)
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"No further investigation." This was the umpteenth time those words have plummeted from your mouth, now in quiet disbelief while you paced around Oscar's driver room when before it was being repeated by you as you first attempted to march your way towards the stewards office, but when that was thwarted by members of the McLaren team who were used to your reaction towards botched penalty calls, you tried to make your way to the Ferrari garage to just "have a talk" with the Spanish driver who pushed your boyfriend off the track, but Oscar was able to find you and promptly divert you to his room. "How could they be so stupid?"
"It's the FIA, I think they share a singular brain cell among them, and that brain cell is on holiday most of the time." Oscar spoke calmly as he undid his neck strap of his race suit and began to unzip it to expose his black fireproofs.
"How are you so fucking calm right now!? Carlos forced you off the track causung you to damage your front wing in which having to replace it during your fucking pit stop no doubt costed you third place!" The braids in your ponytail thrashed around as you erratically expressed your disdain for the unjust treatment your boyfriend was given during the race, and Oscar watched, mostly in admiration, but also slight annoyance. This wasn't the first time he has had to calm you down from such frustration.
"Because, there's nothing else we can do except go into the next race. Yeah, it sucks, but it's done." He shrugs his race suit off his shoulders and lets it gather around his waist while you scroll through Instagram, seeing the incident over and over again. You were like a bull seeing red.
"Nah, like, I just want to go talk to Carlos. It's like he has some weird hit out on you cause this is not the first time he's done this and I'm fucking tired of it." You push off of the massage table and head towards the door of the driver's room, but your wrist gets captured as you walk by Oscar, who gently guides you back to him.
"Yn, you need to calm down." He pulls you to him and wraps an arm around your lower back, his other hand fixing the askew braids in your ponytail. He was still a little damp but you something in your brain allowed you not to care too much about the sensation because he always looked little sexy with the messy sweaty hair and rouged cheeks and nose. A little sweat was worth it
"And what if I don't?" You squint, your insubordinace unphasing to Oscar as he finishes fixing up your ponytail.
"You know what happens, baby." A sweet grin makes its way onto his face but the hand that was previously in your hair grips your face, forcing you to look at him. "I make you." He gives you a quick peck on your forcibly puckered lips and then flips you so you were bent over the massage table, ass exposed to him. "You wore a skirt. You wanted this to happen you horny little minx."
"You're the only 22 year old I know that would use the word minx." You antagonize as Oscar makes quick work of flipping your skirt up, removing your underwear and pushing his race suit down letting it rest at his ankles, leaving him standing behind you starting to push down his underwear. "Ooo, I've made him mad now."
"No, no. I'm just used to you mouthing off. Especially when you're really horny, so..." He leans over to look at your face, your head resting on your hands and turned to the side, then finishes pushing his underwear down, releasing his dick which he almost automatically rubs between your pussy lips. "You're already so fucking wet, all from being a brat."
"And you're already hard because you like when I'm a brat, sweetheart." You wiggle your ass and move your hips backward, making Oscars dick slip between your sticky thighs again.
"Still so fucking mouthy." He grasps your hips for a moment to stop your hips from moving, then moves his hand to your lower back while he brings his cock to your entrance, pressing in and bottoming out in one fell swoop, forcing a loud moan from your chest. "Where's all that talk now, sweetheart?" He bends forward so he's speaking into your ear, then retracts his hips and thrust forward again.
"Os, fuck..." You let out sobbing whines with each thrust of Oscars hips, reaching out so you could grip the other side of the massage table.
"All you had to do was calm down love. But we both know you wanted this, hmm. Wanted me to fuck you quiet." Your legs were already getting weak, so Oscar had to adjust his grip at your hips, wrapping his right arm around your waist, the angle perfect for getting your clit. He doesn't put to much pressure, just allows the sticky slickness of your arousal to make it easy for his fingers to glance over the bundle of nerves. Even the slight touch sends a jolt through your body, making you gasp. "Look at you being a good girl for me now. Nice and quiet so no one hears. Wouldn't want anyone to know that your little act out there was just so you could get fucked senseless." All you could muster up was a moan as Oscar sped up the pace of his hips, he could go for hours, but he knew he had to make it to media obligations or else his absence would be suspicious. Lucky for him, despite your weak knees, you started to meet his thrusts, trying to get yourself to that proverbial edge that you could just taste.
"Can I cum, please?" You reach back to the hand that kept grazing your clit, guiding it to rub circles on it, having to move his hand a bit to get the optimum amount of leg shaking sensation.
"Only if your promise to be my perfect little girl from now on." He pulled his dick out of you and thrusts between your legs, the sensation of it rubbing on your clit making you whimper and giving him the wonderful visual of your cunt contracting around nothing.
"I'll be a good girl, I promise!" You were back to wiggling your ass, nonverbally begging for him to go back to fucking you. He looks up to check the analog clock on the wall.
"Okay, I'm gonna give you exactly one minute, but I'm only gonna use my fingers." You have a short tantrum while Oscar steps out of his race suit and pulls his underwear, then runs his fingers through your folds stopping your stomping feet. "I could just not give you a chance, I do have places to be..." He doesn't move and continues to run his hand over your cunt, but you took his threat to heart.
"No! Nooo, please, Os. Help me cum, please." He love to see you beg for him, especially when 99.9% of the time you were boisterous and confident and didn't take anyone's shit, which he loved, but little moments like this when he was in charge was the cherry on top of the relationship between you two.
"That's my girl." He brought his right hand that running along your cunt, now soaked in your juices, to your entrance, his middle and ring finger teasing you before pressing in, filling the emptiness his dick left. His left hand snaked back around your front to rub your clit. He did keep an eye on the clock, as he thrusted his fingers in you and rub your clit exactly where you guided his hand earlier, the sound of your muffled moans filling the small room, now that your face was down on your hands. Your hips gyrated in the air as you chased pleasure from Oscar's skillful fingers. But it was getting dangerously close to that one minute mark, and you still haven't came, and Oscar was serious about that time restraint.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." He counted down, fingers moving at a slightly faster speed, trying to help you reach your climax by "zero". Zero came, but you didn't, and you were left on the edge as Oscar removed his fingers from you, sucking your slick from them, and finished getting dressed to head to the media pit, ignoring your cries from being denied a surprisingly intense orgasm. "Sorry, hun. I'll help you when we get back to the hotel, okay?" He helps you up from the massage bed, smoothing your skirt down for you, adjusting your shirt and fixing your ponytail again before finishing off with a kiss to your pouted lips.
"Fine." You watch him do final checks on his own appearance before leaving his room, suddenly realizing your lack of underwear when you watch him stuff your panties in his pocket, becoming hyper aware of the stickiness between your thighs and the coolness of the air on your pussy. "Hey, wait. I can't go commando in a skirt."
"Exactly. You wouldn't dare go and try to fight anyone from Ferrari wearing a skirt and no underwear." He tips your chin up slightly and presses another long kiss to your lips. "I'll be back. Be a good girl, just like you promised." He taps your nose with his index finger and then turns to leave the room.
"Fuck you, Piastri." You cross your arms and lean against the massage table, a grin sneaking into your scowl.
"You already did, sweetheart." He rushes out the door and shuts it quickly to avoid the water bottle you chuck at him, both of you giggling like school children.
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Hello🥰 It's not a request per say, but I'm really curious what's one of your favorite Joel headcanons if it's ok to share it now? Your writing is amazing, thank you for sharing it with us!
Jules, I am so glad you asked this question. I've been dying to just talk about the things Joel Miller enjoys.
(Also, thank you so much?! It means the world you enjoy my writing! <3)
Starting from the top, shall we? Pre-outbreak Joel Miller, well..
He's reserved only to people he doesn't trust. If you don't know a thing about Joel Miller, you better bet Joel doesn't like your ass.
Worry not about miscommunication—that's a word his vocabulary lacks. Whatever he feels or not for you, he'll make it known. Unless you're his old neighbors, Joel has no qualms about keeping shit to himself. He'll just say it.
His mouth got him into trouble when he was younger. Often.
It's why he learned to react in his mind first, speak later. Too bad his face gives away his feelings anyway.
Speaking of feelings... Joel Miller is a romantic. Big, big time. It's why he's single after all these years and Sarah's mom — "if it ain't the right thing, I don't want it."
Joel's not scared of being alone because he likes his own company. It's why he values so much when he finds another one he enjoys, too. He appreciates real connections. Good conversation.
Hates small talk. Will not do it. Will get away with doing it 9/10 times.
Blood is made of caffeine, sandwiches, and take-out food, which is why...
He's a whore for home-cooked meals. He gets by on his own, but he doesn't have the heart for cooking. Tommy got those genes. Joel would sell his soul for home-cooked meals everyday, and he'll say it to whoever hears it.
Workaholic only because he wants to put Sarah through a good university, but when she complains about the lack of time she has with her father, he compromises. Hires more people, tries to balance work and Sarah.
Balance is not really his expertise. But Joel's good at compromising. Rationalizing. He's a man of structure, of building things from scratch—he knows the value of firm, solid base.
Not really a sports kind of guy, actually. He'll watch it, but... Shrugging it off. "I don't see what the big deal is over a ball. I mean — it's fun, but damn. Breaking windows and busting fists on walls ain't my thing. Not over a damn football, at least."
On the other hand... history buff. Over the strangest, weirdest, most specific topics. Joel has trouble naming three countries in Asia, but he can tell you in details everything about Mayan construction and their society. Go figure.
He's a man of taste. Good food, strong alcohol, fruit picked from the tree, and woman who let him sink to his knees and taste them 'till he's drunk on it. He's starving, quite often.
Joel's a tease.
He can play a game of chicken all night long. No fucks given about how hard he's straining in his jeans or the beads of sweat trailing from his nape down his spine — if you touch him when you two are out, he will make you live to regret it. To whine and cry his name.
Joel loves a playful thing. Seriousness is imbedded in his bones, he loves a person that can make him laugh.
His sense of humor is... peculiar.
("It's shite. You're sense of humor's the same as a fifty-six year old man, Joel." "You say that and yet, you're laughin'... how does that work, beautiful?")
You know his taste? His sharp tongue, his clever brain and quick fingers? Yeah... it makes him a cocky bastard.
Everything Joel has of insecurity, he equals in cockiness once he knows his person's attracted to him.
Reciprocity's big on him.
Joel pays attention to details. He'll remember the outfit you were wearing the day you two met 'till the day he dies, which is why he knows when he's in deep from miles away.
Loves being surprised, exactly because of this ^.
Joel loves through gestures, through words, through action.
Love language is touch, touch, words of affirmation, touch.
Never gonna half-ass anything that matters to him. Never.
Will play to you when he decides to confess his feelings. Will sing his heart out, even if he’s not that good at it (his words), will make himself vulnerable and open like a wound if he thinks he’s in safe hands.
One in a million. Joel’s one in a million and when the right person comes along to appreciate it, Joel only glows. Only glows up, and gets finer with each passing day, like a great wine.
(If you’d like me to do post-outbreak Joel, I could..)
#usernexusnyx#joel miller drabble#joel miller headcanon#joel miller x you#joel miller fluff#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine
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@quiisquiliae from here
"There is always a lesser evil." The inquisitor insisted.
He expected backlash for the choices made at the masquerade ball from a number of people: his advisers, the people of Orlais, shit even people who weren't Orlesian. He'd done what he had to, and as far as he was concerned had done nothing he wasn't told to do. He was told to make a decision, and he did. The circumstances were not perfect, but he saw an opportunity fall in front of him and he took it.
He wasn't happy about cozying up to people who would certainly sell him for a crust of bread, doing them favors, smiling and thanking them for backhanded compliments. He hated every second of it. But that was the game had to be played. It was necessary to play people, get them to think he was on uninformed of their political squabble or they'd keep their mouths shut. If he knew anything about the sorts of people that wandered that ballroom, it was that they loved to talk about themselves, and thought their opinions and ambitions were the most interesting thing to be heard. So he let them think whatever they wanted if it got them babbling.
Truth was he had done his research, and he had actually hoped he might meet Briala at the ball. There were questions that needed answers. Some she could tell him herself and some her body language and inflections would tell for her.
He needed to know if somewhere down there she still cared for the Empress, or the Empress for her. He got that answer, and he used that information accordingly.
"I know what you must think. I acted with an agenda to impose. I manipulated two women who have no business together into forgiving each other, one of which as I see it has no right to forgiveness. I put in a precarious situation to prove a point, and used their affections for each other against them. But do you not think it is better this way for them to see that two people, and one who they would otherwise overlook can work together? Do you not see that men who will do anything to seize power are better off removed before they become a deeper problem?" He sighed. Talon wasn't really the person to argue this with.
It wasn't like Talon was deeply involved in the political turmoil that was the Orlesian court, or that he could perchance offer a better solution. He had asked a question, he hadn't accused him or anything.
"Listen, I don't know if I did the right thing. That's kind of the shitty part about all of this isn't it?" He was very stressed, visibly so. Pacing around the war room babbling all his concerns to no one in particular. The feelings he had were somewhere between anger and fear. Angry that he was certain some would see his actions as a threat, or a ploy to force his ideals onto an entire country, and afraid of the consequences those notions would create. "I don't think anyone knows really. We all just do things and hope they don't come back to bite us in the ass. This certainly will, and I know, I fucking know it will!"
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Nanami using his "christmas present" in a very rough way!
Warnings!; MDNI this is literature porn, if you lie and read santa won't give you any nanami present 😋 , reader doesn't have an specified gender/genitalia , dom!top!nanami × sub!bottom!reader , facefucking , spankings , no foreplay , rough , angry!nanami , gift wrapping tape , dirty talk + degradation
Having a joyful christmas shouldn't be that hard. Waking up next to your boyfriend while his protective embrace covers you from the coldness of the morning, get ready together for the night, eat some KFC's chicken for dinner and then open up your gifts.
Your lovely man got you everything you were asking through the year. Every single jewelery, perfume, bag, shoes, clothes... Everything was there in their respective bags under the tree, who could be the luckiest lover in the world if it wasn't you? With a man like Kento, that was unbeatable.
Then Kento asked for his presents, you bought them, of course, his presents were hiding under your shared bed, why? Well, you decided to play a little prank to him, silly you.
The prank was to, flirtatiously, undress yourself to reveal a nice gift wrapping tape enveloping your naked body.
— "Here is your present!"
— "... Only that?"
To say that you blood run cold when you saw Kento's displaced expression was short to describe it. But he wasn't just displaced, no, Kento was enraged and we all know how blood-curdling that is. He spent so much money in those presents for you and you only got him what he can take every day he wants? Unreasonable, stupid even.
How ungrateful you are.
Kento got up from the couch and, even before you could reveal the prank, he grabbed your hair with one of his hands, pulling your head back as tight as he could for you to face him. — "What do you take me for?". More than offended, Kento sounded genuinely hurt by your "present".
You tried to speak again, of course, but this time his fingers in your mouth were more than enough to make you shut up. — "I don't want to hear anything from you tonight, I really don't want to..." . He took his fingers from your mouth and started to unbutton his pants, — "But if I got nothing else... then I'll use my present as much as I want. Get on your knees, now".
A mix of terror and eagerness ran through you as your body obeyed the words of the man you love the most, knees on the carpet, face up and mouth wide open, you even had the decency to stick out your tongue for him. It didn't take long for Kento to take his thick length out of his underwear and slide it in one single thrust all deep down to your throat, his hand taking place on your hair once more.
Thrust by thrust, Kento made it obvious for you that neither your constant gagging nor the lack of oxygen you were getting was going to stop him from using your mouth.
His growls and soft sighs decorated the living room of that peaceful home, accompanied by sounds of his balls hitting on your chin and your own gagging sounds. — "This is what you wanted, isn't it?.. Hah... What– ngh-! did you expect after disappointing me like– ah! like that?!"
But it wasn't enough to satisfied himself though.
Kento took his manhood out of your maw just to push your body against the couch, forcing your face down while your back arches. His palm smacking your ass sent a chill through your spin, but you couldn't savor the pain before another slap was send by him. Just like a naughty kid, you were being spanked for your bad behavior towards your loving boyfriend.
— "How ungrateful and foolish you are". Kento never used to be this rough, never calling you mean names unless you asked for it, never treating you with hate. Deep down you know that if he was actually hurting you, he'll stop, although... why could you him to stop anyway?
Kento stopped the spanking treatment for you to press yous head on the couch. You felt how he simply spat on your hole just to slide his throbbing shaft with a single thrust, the pain was unbearable at first, and Kento knew that because one of his hands moved to your hip to start rubbing it, that was his way to comfort you despite all his mood.
Once you got used to his size, because Kento still waited for you to feel comfortable, your inner walls became the victim of a delicious assault that was leaving your mind and senses all numb. — "Is this what you wanted? Ahn... Mngh-ph! Having this filthy hole filled with your boyfriend's cock? Huh? So greedy...". His movements didn't do anything but increase in force and roughness.
Your moans filled up the silence of your home as Kento's groans and sighs accompanied the melody of your screams drowned out by the cushions while the creaking of the chair marked the pace of this symphony that your bodies played.
It took a few minutes to feel the tickling sensation in your belly anticipating the culmination of your torturous pleasure while Kento's thrust erratically hitted your most sensitive spot. You couldn't see him directly, but by closing your eyes you could clearly focus on the mental image of your boyfriend's face as he's about to cum as well.
Small drops of sweat falling from his hair as this sticks on his forehead, his teeth clenching his jaw as the his heavy breathing leaves his nose. That focusing expression that he makes when he's avoiding himself to cum so quickly with a small frown and his eyes closed.
It was too much, Kento always make you go crazy for him and visualizing his expression of pleasure, while your body is focusing on the sensation of his manhood sliding in and out from you as his hips hit your flesh, just made easy for you to reach your peak. You didn't want to cum that fast, you wanted this moment to last, that was until Kento started to show his real voice, — "Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Darling! I'm– nnhg! going to... to cum! Haahhh!".
Pure and loud moans of pleasure chime your ears, that was enough to make the orgasm hit all your body and make you shake. You could feel Kento's cock twitching inside of you as his fingers squeezed your hips tightly. It was marvelous.
Kento's thick cum fell from your greedy hole to the floor, running down from your thighs. Just like you, he was catching his breath before sliding out of you and slowly sitting back on the couch, his expression changed from a irritated one to a bitter one. — "Did you seriously not buy me a present?". Kento asks you with a obvious angry pout on his lips, how adorable.
You couldn't help but smile softly and move your body slowly, with Kento's help, to sit next to him.
— "Your presents are under the bed, I just wanted to play a little prank on you".
Your boyfriend's eyes lit up in realization, he looks at you now all embarrassed for how he reacted. Kento instinctively holds your hand as he looks down ashamed.
— "Can I... go and take my presents?" Is he really asking you permission for that? Obviously you didn't say no and as you took off the uncomfortable gift wrapping tape from your chest, Kento came back with 5 gift bags and a gleeful smirk.
To compensate all the damage caused, Kento cleaned all the kitchen and living room and also carried you in his arms for the rest of the night, because, poor you, who shouldn't move your legs for some brutal assault... That in his words, nevertheless, you were more than happy to spend the next hours in your boyfriend's arms, watching some cheesy american christmas movies and grabbing some snacks together.
fun facts with miss bibi ! for the ones who don't know 🤓☝️
in japan, christmas is more a valentine's day snowy edition, so you can perceive the christmas spirit more from the young couples (and the kids, of course). that's why a lot of people spend their christmas with their partners, unlike us who usually spend it with our families.
also, due to the arrival of many new brands from overseas to japan and thanks to an excellent advertising team, it became a tradition for the japanese people to have kfc as their christmas dinner since the 80's.
that's all folks!
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Old Washoe Club
Based on these requests: 🌹Colby x reader where they are messing around like play fighting and reader gets hurt
🌹could you write like a super fluffy colby fic, just like laying in bed after a investigation or something. hope you’re having an amazing day!!
🌹Colby x reader where reader sleeps with stuffed animals and just loves them in general, i just think that's really cute lol
The imagine isn't written to entirely match the actual video.
"Oh wow, i actually thought this place was refurbished. It looks like an abandoned building", Sam says and we agree as we step up the stairs
"The smell is horrendous, what is that?", i cover my nose with my sleeve and look back to Kat and Colby who were already scrunching their noses because of the smell.
"I didn't want to mention it, but it smells like death", Colby chuckles and we keep going up the stairs
"We'll pretend you didn't say anything", i say and we all laugh.
"My ass is fat", Colby says out of breath when we get on top of the staircase and as breathless as we are, we still manage to laugh at his statement. We look around, checking out the three rooms surrounding us. We choose to go left and we start exploring the room, noticing the X on the floors for the Ghost Adventures' cameras. Colby shows it to me and i walk next to him to see it closely.
"This is so cool!", i jump around the sign like a kid. "Oh, the floor is so loose", i frown and immediately step aside from that area, Colby following me. "We'll have to be careful there".
We get out of the room and enter the doll room, which gives us all the creeps. I don't know what kind of imagination people had back in the 18th and 19th century, but these are not dolls kids should play with. I walk closer to one of the dolls, keeping eye contact with it until my eyes hurt.
"i swear to God, if this doll blinks, it's out the window"
"I think you'll jump first honestly", Sam says and i laugh, walking away from that doll. I see Colby across the room checking a bigger doll out, so i take the chance to go behind him and scare him. He jumps and the doll falls on the floor with a loud bang.
"You made me drop a possessed doll, y/n!", Colby says and moves me by the hips until i reach a pile of dolls, most of them made out of porcelain. I fall between those and the whole room is filled with giggles. I get up fast and make sure to put the dolls back in place.
"I'm getting haunted tonight", i say and step on another loose part of the wooden floor. "Oh my God, this place could collapse"
We take the rest of the tour and we start investigating. We start in the dolls room, where we all sit on the floor and wait for something to happen. Sam turns on the spirit box and the speaker, and we start asking questions.
"Is there anybody here with us?", Sam asks
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"hey"
"Was that a hey?"
"I think so", Colby answers
"How many people are in this room?"
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"seven"
"Seven, again", Sam points out and we all shake our heads
"leave"
"Did it say leave?", i ask and immediately turn my head when i feel something on my shoulder. "Something touched me", i put my hair on the side to make sure it's not it that caused the feeling
"me"
"Did you just touch y/n?", Colby asks and we wait for an answer that doesn't come. "There are many dolls in this room. Do you play with them often?"
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"play"
"Can we play with them too? You can join us", i get up with Colby and we go to the corner where the pile of dolls i fell into is. Sam sets up the rempod next to the dolls, while Colby and I stand out of the range of the rempod. "I don't know how to play with haunted dolls?"
We laugh and Colby takes a smaller sized doll and throws it at me. I throw it back like it'd be a ball and we do so until it doesn't feel like an investigation anymore and we are standing far away from each other, on opposite sides of the room.
"You better catch this, y/n", Colby laughs and i prepare myself to catch it. He throws the doll my way, but because of the distance, I'm not able to reach it and it falls with a loud bang on the floor. Immediately, the rempod goes off and lights up in all the colors it has.
"Oh, you made the spirit mad", Kat states and gets up from the floor.
"We're sorry we dropped your toy", Colby apologises and i pick it up to put it back in the pile. He turns off the rempod and picks it up, walking away from the toys. "If we get possessed it's your fault", he jokes and i playfully push him.
"You need something up your ass too", i say and he pushes me too. I push him back and when Sam turns off the camera until we go to the other room, Colby starts running after me around the room. We giggle and hug each other when he catches me, but when i run away from him again, the spot on the floor i step on collapses under my foot. My ankle gets stuck in the hole, the broken wood scratching my skin even through my jeans.
"Oh my God, y/n", Colby comes by my side and helps me ballance while Sam and Kat come rushing back into the room.
"No way, I'm gonna go get Justin", Sam leaves the room fast, while Kat tries to loosen up the wood spikes so i could take my foot out of there. I wiggle my ankle around but all i can do i let out small cries because of how bad the scratching feels.
A few minutes later, Justin helps us out and i take out my foot, the hole in the floor making the room unavailable for the rest of the night and the upcoming days. I let him know it just happened, that the floors are very loose here and there, and he apologises for the inconvenience.
We take a break and i go back to the car, where i take care of my bleeding scratches, wrapping my ankle in the thin bandage from thr first aid kit. Feeling brand new, i go back to the group and we finish investigating.
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Colby opens the door of our hotel room and as we bye-bye Sam and Kat for the night. I limp to the bed, my ankle feeling a little sore after the incident. I sit down and take off my shoes and getting ready for a quick shower before Colby and i get in bed.
"I'm sorry for tonight, baby", Colby whispers, barely awake. I lift my head off his shoulder and look at him, the dim light making it easier for me to distinct his features. He looks up at the ceiling, not blinking once, as he chews on his lip, nervously.
"You're sorry for...?"
"You got injured because i asked you to come along to an unsafe place. And I'm sorry i wasn't cautious enough with you", he kisses my forehead and i smile
"Babe, you don't have to be cautious, I'm a grown woman and nobody's at fault for the fact that the building is so old. Maybe it is our fault just a little bit because we knew how bad the floors are. I wasn't responsible enough to take care of myself.", i chuckle and i peck Colby's lips, his arms pulling me closer on his side, deepening the kiss.
"I love you"
"And i love you so fucking much", i hug him as tight as possible and i bury myself in his chest, while he gasps for air. We lay there a few more minutes, going through the events of the night, holding hands, caressing each other's backs and playing with each other's hair.
I turn on my side, ready to fall asleep after a long night and Colby turns on the opposite side, our backs glued to each other.
"One more thing", i say excited and Colby let's a sleepy, uninterested hmm?. "Give me my stuffed penguin please. It's on your luggage, by your side", i instruct him and he extends his arm in that direction, throwing the stuffed animal between us. "Thank you", i lay back down and Colby shifts in the bed, his arms snaking around me. He laughs when he feels the penguin where he rests his hand.
"You're so cute.", he kisses my head
"Why?"
"Because it's cute how you can't fall asleep without it", he intertwines our fingers together, both of our hands on the toy. I wiggle my body to get closer to him and i kiss the back of his hand, finally relaxing.
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Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)
Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open
Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.
Fic type: period comfort
SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."
"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."
"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."
Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.
"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.
Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.
"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.
You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.
"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"
Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.
Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.
"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.
"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."
"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."
You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.
"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."
Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"
You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.
"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.
"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."
The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.
"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.
"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.
"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."
"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."
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Strawhats men with a short s/o(crewmate) who is very salty about begin short
Headcanons
Characters: Luffy, Zoro,Sanji,Brook,Jinbe,Usopp,Franky + chopper
Tw: non ,fluff
Notes: some can be seen as paltonic I think,sorry for the Zoro slander here 💀🫰
Luffy
The fact he is short and you still shorter than him? Smh...He won't bully you for it but you were compared to chopper multiple times ,Yes he was the one to do so,no he wasn't thinking when he said that ,No he never think before he talk
You were both running from the Marine and Luffy had carried you to get away to the ship,it was chaotic,the moment you both back to safety Luffy let you down with a smile "(y/n) you're as light as chopper!-actually you're not much taller than him,I never noticed that before" He tease you light-heartedly ,you look at him with a deadpan face " say that again and I will stab you with a rusty spoon"
He find your very creative salty insults funny ,he love that you're fun sized and doesn't see why you are so salty about it, you're still strong and smart! Like height shouldn't matter ,but ofc he wouldn't understand the struggle of begin the shortest mf after chopper on this large ship
You are always picked up by him,you have no choice it's a habit you will have to get used to
Does Not allow anyone else to tease you about your height though,He Will fight for u 🫶
Do not stab him with a rusty spoon please 😔
Zoro
He tease you for it a lot Knowing you would throw one of the most Unhinge threat known to man kind always crack him up
"Hey shortcake need help with this?" Zoro tease you with a grin as he look down at you as you try to give him a kiss as you stand on your tip toes,he usually lean down for you but it seem today he decided to be a clown ,you quickly change your mind "I'm going to kiss Sanji" you simply say leaving wiping the grin off his face , Zoro Eye widen as he run after you " hey come back I was joking!"
He like to tease you about it light-heartedly only because your reactions are cute and he loves how much sass you got in you ,it turns him on
Like he would fight for you if anyone make fun of you,like he is the only one allowed to tease you about this , you're his lover and you know he mean no harm by it
He would carry you like a sack of potatoes all the time if he could, you don't like it but it's probably because you have short legs and he walk faster than you and it's how your life is with him
Good luck with him,just remember his kneecaps are very close and so is his balls,Never let him forget what Short kings capable of <3
Sanji
The most respectful guy out of all of them , you are not going to have him tease you about it,he would rather die than have you upset from him
He would be defending your honor with you,he would kick mosshead for you if he ever teased you about your height like He is fight or die for you , you're his Short beloved and he Drink (y/n) respect juice every day
Admire your sass and your unhinged threats when you get salty about it ,very adorable in his opinion, you're very cute
" hey shorty ,wanna train with me later?" Zoro asks you and you can't help but huff "Hey don't call me that ,you don't see me calling you a giraffe-but yeah maybe if you ask nicer!" you glares at him "hey mosshead! Stop harassing my love!!" " Oh shut it you stupideyebrows-" ah shit here we go again
Those moments happen way too much but at least you got Sanji to carry you so you can sass Zoro face to face 😔
He is your ride or die ,ur moral support but that doesn't stop him from carrying you at every possible and finding you cute,it's merely a small price you gotta pay for begin small😔
Usopp
He treat you normally 😭like this man see no problem with it since you're not that Short compared to him
Only because he fear your anger and salty side ,you did try to burn Zoro ass for teasing you once , you're a force he would rather not anger
Usopp was walking around the ship when he found you sitting holding few bottles of alcoholic drinks that for sure belong to Zoro " oh hey (y/n),what are you doing?" You look at him with a smile " hey love! Zoro had called me short five times today, I'm going to put salt in all his bottles" you tell him as you walk to the kitchen, leaving Usopp staring at you leaving,damn.
He find you adorable,he can admit that you look very carry worthy but he doesn't carry you unless you ask of him Because he doesn't want to offend you on accident
He is very sweet about it ,might tell Zoro to stop his teasing if he sees that it's making you sad
He is very sweet ,give him a hug and tell him you will let him carry if he asked nicely ): <3
Franky
Everyone is shorter than him but you're just SUPER Short compared to him haha yeah unscrew his dick for that joke for sure
" oh (y/n) don't be so upset ,I was joking!" He tells you as he watches you bring a screw driver " hey! What are you doing with that?'" He asks as he steps few step back,you smiles menacingly " I'm going to fix this!" Franky look slightly scared "hey my legs are still mine!" He run away and you run after him "they won't be after I catch you!"
You traumatized him for real but he deserved it ,he needed to be humbled and made example of ,never mess with (y/n) ,he no longer make fun of your height but you bet your sweet ass he still pick you like you're a sack of onions
Nothing will stop him from doing so,you can't kiss him unless he does that so you gotta swallow your pride for love 😔
He still tease you about it but more lightheartedly ,he find your reactions very adorable when they aren't very scary<3
He offer to make u taller if u want ,think about it and decide baby gorilla 💖
Brook
He is the tallest mf out there 💀 like idk what to tell u
He will joke and tease and pick you and you can't do anything to stop him,he might love you but You don't even reach his hips it's so funny to him 😭
You were both outside as a thunderstorm started ,you were both looking at the sky when brook broke the silent" Hey (y/n) how is the weather down there? Yohohoho" he asks you as he look down at you ,you look at him giving him the middle finger " I hope the next lighting get your tall ass" you tell him with spite,brook laughs as he pats your head ,you chuckle slightly as your wish come true and he is Hit by the lighting causing him to fly away from your side , karma is good
He pick you up and put you on his boney shoulders and it's a whole different point of view ,yeah he might be annoying but this is fun and he is a pervert who is doing this out of his desire to be crushed by ur thighs 😔 but you don't know that so it's still kinda wholesome activity you both do
He will be pleased to see you sassing to anyone who anger u about ur height like that's very hot of you ,he is as hard as a bone-yo know because he is a skeleton 💀🫰
Root for u when u fight Zoro for calling you short ,kick him in the nuts ,Win (y/n)!!!
Jinbe
Very polite about it <3 king won't even mention it ,most humans are shorter and smaller than him ,and he really doesn't really like to tease someone for something they can't control
He will try to help you with staying calm when someone tease you, channel your chaotic unhinged energy into something positive rather trying to poison Zoro for calling you a mouse
" he is your crewmate! Why would you try to fight him over a comment dear (y/n)?" He asks you as you grab your weapon of choice which is a shoe "to get a message across Jinbe,I can't let him keep calling me these names !" You huffs as you aim to throw the shoe ,Jinbe sighs deeply as he goes to stops you from giving Zoro memory loss
He does carry you around in a nice cuddly way and u allow it cuz it feel safe and nice when he carry you,this man is the best in begin a good vibe
He slowly teaches you to stop caring about what people says about you and start teaching you how to be more carefree about it so you don't have to waste your energy on begin a ball of salt nd sass
He does loves ur small salty self tho so don't worry if u can't stop fighting ppl he will still support u <3
Chopper (paltonic)
" you're just like me for real " he tells you as you both sits together on the ground,both drinking juice as he comfort you from an earlier tease from nami
He will defend ur Honor with all his might , short gang never leave each others fr
Even when he turn into his more monsterous and taller self,this king will still be in ur short team
He does not support ur salty plans of revenge but he understands and think Zoro always have it coming for teasing you about it so much
10/10 he wishes he had ur attitude sometimes 😔
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Learn to Share
Summary: Kylian gets backlash on how he's been playing and it's affecting marriage
"Luis (psg coach) had no right to say those things about me I've been working my ass off and I carried the team how dare he"
"Kylian you were selfish with the ball during the game"
"You're taking his side?"
"No I'm not, I'm just saying if you had shared the ball and assisted then you wouldn't have been then only one to score"
"So I must dumb myself down because people are jealous of me?"
"Not that people are jealous of you, it's that you have to acknowledge the fact that you are in a team of 10 other people, you have to give others a chance to be in the spotlight"
"I had to earn my chance in the spotlight, I had to work hard for it and now you want me to hand the opportunity to someone on a silver platter"
"It's called team work"
"No it's not it's called jealousy"
"Just give others a chance Kylian"
"I won't let that happen"
"If you don't fix up then you're going to be benched"
"He won't bench me, I'm to good of a player"
"There you go with the cockyness"
"I'm not cocky, I'm telling the truth"
"You're being cocky, Kylian people agree with what Luis said they are saying how you can't work with anyone, please my love you need to learn how to share the spotlight it's only fair"
"Share the spotlight with who?"
"With Ousmane for instance he hasn't scored his First PSG Goal yet and he's from Barça, how do you think he's feeling, people telling him that he made a mistake by leaving Baça and how he hasn't been playing well, put yourself in his shoes for a second"
"People in the team are lazy they have to learn how to play it's not my job to teach them"
"Kylia-"
"Why don't you mind your business huh why are you so invested in my life and the things I do, don't you have something else to stress about, God your so annoying" he says walking into the kitchen
I can feel the anger and hurt boiling inside me and I walk to my room and walk over to Kylian's wardrobe and start throwing his clothes out the door
"What are you doing" he asks
"You'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight since I'm so annoying"
"Are you crazy"
"Yeah maybe I am"
"Why are you doing this"
"Cause I can't mind my own business and because I'm so invested in your life"
"I didn't mean it like that"
"I don't care you said it at the end of the day"
"Fine you know what, I'm glad you're doing this actually, it'll give me a break from seeing your annoying self"
"Fine by me actually, and from now on you do your own laundry and make your own dinner since I'm so invested in your life and can't mind my business"
He stops and looks at me for some time and says
"Maybe it was a mistake for us to get married"
This makes me stop throwing his clothes out the door to look at him
"What?" I ask
"Yeah, maybe we hurried into things"
"It that how you feel?"
"It's what I think"
"Ok, if that's the case and you no Longer want to be in this marriage then so be it, organize some divorce papers and I'll sign them"
"We can still make it work though you know, we'll get through this ma Cheri"
"Kylian why would you say that"
"Because it's true"
"So what you want to end it?"
"If we can't work it out then yes"
"Do you know how much I love you?"
"And I love you too"
"Then why would you suggest leaving?"
"Because you look unhappy my love, the spark you once had Is no longer there"
"But that's not because of you"
"I don't know" he says as he places his hand on my cheek and kisses my forehead
He picks his clothes up and starts walking towards the guest rooms
I slam the door and sigh and start crying feeling like my world is coming to an end and along with it my marriage only because my husband is so stubborn
It's times like these when Kylian and I get into arguments when I start to question his love for me and my questions have now only increased because he is thinking about a divorce
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Random Eddie Munson HeadCanons
Some are NSFW so minors don't interact
Eddie is openly pansexual when it comes to sex but demisexual for relationships.
He likes sex and believes that people bring different things to the table.
Relationships are difficult for him and I think he has low-key commitment issues.
So he takes relationships pretty slowly because he wants to know you (or Steve...and?).
Eddie wants to be sure his heart won't be broken because he's honestly a romantic.
If you want a serious relationship with him I suggest not jumping into bed with him.
Become his friend first and slowly begin to flirt, let tension build.
Eddie has intrusive thoughts and if he trusts you then they become your thoughts too.
"Hey, babe? When you think of me being a mechanic what pops into your head?"
If you answer "Hot" or "Strong hands" you will have a smug man for the rest of the day.
"Will you join me in the show? I just realized we haven't had shower sex in awhile and I'm hard as fuck." This is said while you're in the middle of styling your head for bed.
His intrusive thoughts range from innocent, random, to dangerous.
One time I decided to make a baked potato without holes in the microwave (he knew what he was doing). Now he's buying a new one.
His last year only high school is when you meet because you are his tutor.
You get to see all sides of Eddie that most are privy to.
You see the proud, depressed, defeated, eager, happy, and sappy sides of him. And eventually you see the side of him that loves you.
Your relationship with him is slow and at one point it's complicated. You go from friend to best friend and then to best friends with tension. He's not proud of the next step: best friends with benefits.
At this point you're practically a couple but he's not ready to admit it. Everyone thinks of you guys as a couple, most everyone. Busy if someone asks you two you both say, "no" and sometimes "just really close best friends."
It's one of those events that Jason has the balls to say, "Good. Guess that means I can take you out some time. How's this Friday at five?"
Who are you to say no? Especially when Eddie is within earshot.
Agreeing to the date causes a huge fight between you and Eddie that lasts the rest of the week.
It's Thursday when he coldly asks if you're coming to his place Friday night.
"You know I can't. I have a date." Slam your car door closed to drive away.
But he stops you, "No, you don't. I told him you aren't coming cause you'll be too busy cuming on my dick."
His words make your jaw unhinge with surprise before sputtering out, "You can't just say that! What if someone hears you saying something like that when we aren't even together? They'll think I'm a slut!"
Eddie grins and leans in close as his lips ghost along your ear to your lips. "Don't care. You're mine."
And that's all you need to hear. It takes a few months of going steady for him to actually call you his girlfriend.
Until then it's: baby doll, his girl, my nerd, and (you guessed it) his slut.
He hates sleeping alone and even when you were benefits you slept over, except for that one week. He drives you to work, your place, his place, basically wherever he can.
I head canon this man to be very clingy in a relationship.
Eddie is a switch with the right person but I think he's leaning hard Dom for reader.
When you were his tutor he convinced you to pay his correct answers with a small kiss.
He has you help him when he's training to become a licensed mechanic. The only difference is that you're sat on his dick when quizzing him.
Every right answer you HAVE to give him a kiss, an innocent kiss, a soft lil peck on the lips.
Near the end of this session he's unbelievably throbbing and softly thrusting up into you every so often. But don't think for a moment you're the dominant one while on top.
He might be the one whimpering under you but if you act up, it's your ass.
Seriously, he will fuck your ass and spank you at the same time.
If you want to hear more about this Eddie please let me know!
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hello! i was wondering if you could write a one shot for finn wolfhard? maybe like a date night or something but take your own route!
oooo fuck yeah of course!! ; I hate writing standard dinner dates (esp bc I've never been on a date before but we ain't gonna talk about that) so I hope you enjoy this! ; thanks for requesting :) ; also I'm so sorry this is so short, writers block kicked my ass on this :(
FINN WOLFHARD ; city boy
summary ; a little date in the city with Finn
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; I don't know shit about living in a city lol
track ; city boy ; calpurnia
word count ; 551
masterlist
"Jay-Z or Fleetwood Mac?" You ask, hanging Finn an earbud as you scroll through one of your playlists.
"Uh, Jay-Z" He nods, inserting the little device into his ear, making sure as he walked on your left side, that it went in his left ear, pairing with the earbud that you had in your right ear. "Now you're in New York~." He smiles, purposefully singing badly to play with you.
"Shush!" You laugh, taking his hand in yours.
When it came to dates with you two, anything but dinner was up for discussion. You both hated classy dates, you'd rather go do something fun and live your lives while you could.
You were walking down the streets towards one of the many bridges in the city, wanting to walk on one of the lower levels and experience the wind of the cars passing by punching your backs and being able to smell the water below.
The noise of the metal pittering underneath your feet was unintelligible, being defeaned by the whizzing of passing vehicles. The breeze brushes against your faces, pushing your hair back as you look over the railing, arms crossed over the ledge to get a bit of a better position to look down.
The water has a sort of quiet white noise to it, washing and running below the bridge. The tide pushes toward you, the large ripples, almost waves, stagger their way down the surface of the water, carrying the boats and canoes with them.
"This is nice" Finn says quietly, taking a glance at you to see your expression, trying to read you.
You nod in agreement, looking down at the water, feeling cars whizz past you above and behind you.
"You look nice today" He smiles, catching your gaze. "Really makes your eyes pop"
You lightly smile and roll your eyes. "Such a romantic, Finn"
"Yeah, I know"
"You wanna go down there?" You ask, pointing down at one of the boat piers.
He shrugs, "Yeah, sure"
You walk all the way back off the bridge, then make your way down the streets and across the other bridge to get you down to the docks. Near those docks was a huge fountain that you both liked to be misted with water by.
The walk down is calm and peaceful, hands tied with Blue Foundation playing in your earbuds. The breeze sends chills down your spine, causing him to feel the quick here-and-gone tenseness within the grip of your hand. His curls reveal his face as the wind pushes them back, nearly taking his jacket with it before he zipped it up.
The sun produces enough heat for a moment of warmth before it's back to chills, clouds filling the sky and hiding the firey ball of flame periodically. He pulls you a little closer, seeking your body warmth, considering you'd been wrapped up in jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a heavy hoodie.
You look over at him, an eyebrow raised at his actions, your pace slowing down a bit for him.
"I'm cold, shut up." He smiles, resting his arm around your waist, your shoulders brushing every few steps. "You're warm"
"I'm hot, actually"
"Yeah, yeah. You are hot." He giggles, placing a light kiss on your temple.
"Mhm, say it again"
"You're hot"
#lowkeyrobin#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard#gender neutral reader#gn reader#they/them reader#gn! reader#actor x reader
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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
warning: there will be different kind of scenarios and kinks mentioned here
vinnie x fem!reader
aftercare (what he's like after sex)
vinnie is a like a light switch, he can be aggressive and rough during sex but once it's done, he turns into the biggest baby you can be around. he loves doing aftercare. having you not being able to walk. not because you can't, but because he doesn't let you. he carries you to the bathroom, removes your makeup, cleans the sheets while your sitting on the toilet, and lays you down with him spooning you.
body part (his favorite body part of yours)
well for one, your ass. very obvious right? he loves to touch it, sexually or not. squeezing it and getting all giddy when you randomly get in the shower with him because now he'll be able to grab it and stare at it without your clothes blocking his view. why buy a stress ball when he has you.
your waist. he loves rubbing it during sex, it gives him control especially when you're riding him, he can control your pace. even intimately, when you both are having romantic sex, he'd put his body close to yours and wraps his arms around your waist, not allowing a gap between your bodies.
cum (anything to do with cum)
he won't admit this but he loves to cum inside you because he loves the idea of both your and his cum mixing together. he goes feral when you offer him a blowjob because he doesn't know what you're going to do but he knows he's going to love it. he loves giving you facials, his cum absolutely covering your face makes his stomach get filled with butterflies. those are his favorites.
he loves giving you head, your cum is so sweet and so delicious according to him, he can never get enough. he always tries to make you squirt and once you do, he opens his mouth with a smile like a kid that got told that he could get candy. digging his tongue inside you just so he can get every last drop. there is no way he'll let anything go to waste.
dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)
he will never say this to your face but he loves to be submissive. having him obeying everything you tell him, your seductive voice is so erotic for him. he loves being called a good boy just like you love being called good girl. he gets so into it and you're so oblivious to how much he actually enjoys it.
experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)
vinnie wasn't that experienced at the start of your relationship. he has had a few hookups but they were mainly influenced by his friends. he was already good at sex but he himself didn't believe it. he has watched so many adult videos, not because he's horny, but because he wants to improve his skill set. and you can clearly see the improvement. he went from a cub to a beast. he knows exactly what he's doing, you can be quiet on purpose but he can see right through you, "c'mon baby, let those pretty moans out."
favorite position (this goes without saying)
he has two favorites. cowgirl, he loves when his hands are behind his head watching you use him to make yourself feel good. it drives him crazy watching his dick slide inside of you so easily.
missionary is his go to position. he gets to keep eye contact with you, watch the faces you make, watch your boobs bounce, and obviously-his favorite- watching his dick go inside you.
even though he loves these positions the most, he has to switch positions to keep the sex more "exciting."
goofy (are they more serious in the moment or more humorous?)
he is definitely humorous, making stupid jokes and when you don't laugh, he realizes that he's literally destroying you. "you know, isn't it crazy to think that we're gonna make a baby like this in the future?"
when having romantic sex, he is more quiet. taking in the moment of having you in his arms making love to each other. he knows when to make jokes and when not to.
hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he is very groomed. i mean, we have all seen him right? he hates facial hair and has no chest or body hair. he in general hates hair while you don't mind it but it's his choice overall. there was one time he didn't shave his pubes and he hated it.
intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect...)
i think i've said this already, he is very romantic. during sex, he goes slow and steady, you sometimes don't like it because of how horny you are but he doesn't care. he wants to feel you, physically and emotionally. he is a very physical person so he tends to pull you close to him, like really close. there has been times where sex ended in both of you crying due to being overwhelmed with emotions.
he'd sometimes buy a lot of rose pedals and scatter them around the floor, candles on every counter you can possibly see with some soft music playing in the background. this is a pain in the ass to clean but so worth it.
jack off (masturbation headcannon)
calling you and begging you to come home
sends you a picture of his hand on his dick
using the cockring you bought him
thinking about you
whimpering
goes to his 'my eyes only' because that's where he keeps your private videos
sometimes (most of the time) he'd go submissive when calling you
desperate whore
moving his hips when getting close to make it seems like you're there
him masturbating leads to a handjob from you
"were you waiting for me baby?"
his jaw dropping at how well you're doing
very vocal (not the annoying kind) your name falling out of his mouth countless times
"you even wore your toy, good boy"
kink (one or more of their kinks)
dirty talk
dom!vinnie (mostly)
femdom
nipple play
praise kink, he loves to be praised
degrading
size kink
toys
overstimulation
there is more
location (favorite places to do the do)
the warehouse is his favorite. on his workout bench... he loves that. not because he wants to get caught fucking you. that's far from the truth. the warehouse is huge, therefore it echoes more. when you make those sweet sounds he loves, they come back to him and he enjoys that.
his gaming chair, even though most of the time he sits down to start streaming, he remembers that he's sitting on the chair where you guys fucked which gives him an erection.
he can have sex with you anywhere.
motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
your entire existence turns him on. the simple things you do makes his brain start turning. when you're eating, he looks at your lips and thinks about shoving his dick inside there. or when you're spooning and you move the slightest bit, you look at him and he awkwardly smiles at you "really vinnie? another boner?"
no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
he doesn't like being watched by someone while having sex with you. mainly because he won't be able to focus on you and his brain will be "they're watching me" and he's an awkward person in general. he doesn't want to make you cry from pain. that's a "no-no" as he calls it.
oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
even though he is in love with the way you suck him, he enjoys eating you more. he looks up at you while doing it knowing you love it. he loves your taste, your smell, everything. he even shoves his tongue in there, that's dedication. even after you reach your release, he would smile and kiss your clit a few times to see your body's reaction.
pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual, etc.)
fast and rough is his go-to, that means more rounds of sex. he grabs your neck with both of his hands and start drilling into you as if you will never have sex again. he also travels a lot and lives in a place where nowhere is private which means you kind of have to go fast to not get caught.
if you guys are alone, he goes more slow than normal. he still goes fast, but not as fast as- you get it.
quickie (their opinions on quickies, rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
with him living at the hype house, traveling a lot and you having modeling gigs, quickies are bound to happen. he doesn't prefer them over proper sex, but it's growing on him. proper sex > quickies.
they happen quite a few times during the week, however you both are starting to organize your schedules and have more time for each other and not work.
risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
he is definitely game to experiment. the "riskiest" thing you both have done together is pegging. you had brought it up and it went from there. you have tried bondage, you bought a sex swing one time and vinnie came home to you naked on it. that was one hell of a night.
vinnie is always open to experiment during sex, the laughs, not knowing what to do is his favorite part, "this is how i do it right?"
stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
this is a no brainer. this man has no limits, you want to go for five rounds? then he'll do it no problem. normal sex for you guys is 2-3 rounds. after his fight in 2021, you began to wonder how your vagina is even working. his stamina and energy levels went through the roof.
toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)
vinnie has a lot of toys, most of them he bought to explore his sex life. he uses his cockring on himself when you're not there or when he's the submissive one. his favorite toy is his pocket pussy, there is no explanation needed. he uses a dildo that is somewhat similar to his size and would use it on you to "get you ready."
he also uses a vibrator on you if he wants to overstimulate you which is quite often. he has a lot more toys but these are a few of them.
unfair (how much they like to tease)
vinnie is the biggest tease ever. calling you "pretty girl" with a stupid smirk on his face, not so sneakily rubbing his crotch on your ass making you feel his erection. he would finger you in the car while he's driving but not let you get a release. he loves to see you sexually frustrated. he can find a reason to make you a "bad girl", and not let you get anything as your punishment. he would leave the door wide open (when home alone) when masturbating just so you can walk in, you try to help him but he would snatch your wrist away "nope, only watch sweetheart."
volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
he is not excessively loud, but he is loud enough where you feel proud of yourself. he doesn't like fake moaning, so any sound you hear coming from his mouth is from real pleasure. his normal voice isn't that deep but during sex, his groans get so low and it's so sexy. he can also be very loud when you are edging him, whimpering and heavy breathing are his forte.
he sometimes bites his lip and let's out huffs when fucking you so he can minimize the amount of noise he's making, due to the fact that he doesn't live alone. he is in love with the sounds you make and takes advantage of it, "i don't think i'm making you feel good, let me try harder." "be quiet honey, you don't want them to hear your sexy voice right?"
wild card (get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)
oral king
loves your boobs, squeezing, sucking, or sleeping on them (he even gave them names)
he bites your ass when it's in front of his face
hates seeing other guys checking you out
would kill someone if you asked
10/10 music taste
working on his jealousy problem
x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words)
above average penis size, not humongous though. about 7-8 inches big, he knows how to use it hehe wink wink. has the type of body where if you look at him naked, you'll say "that looks right." doesn't look unnatural, it's veiny during sex.
yearning (how high is their sex drive)
this man is horny all the time and he blames you for it. he can touch you a certain way and automatically think about fucking you for two hours straight. he pouts like a child when you turn down sex which leads to you teasing him and him destroying you an hour later. blame yourself for creating this beast.
zzz (... how quickly they fall asleep after sex)
he always waits for you to fall asleep first, it's a habit that will never change. once he sees you sleeping, he rubs any part of your body and watches you sleep. a few minutes after, he slowly ends up sleeping.
#vinnie hacker#vinnie#vhackerr#vincent hacker#vinnie fanfic#vinnie imagines#vinnie x reader#vinnie hacker smut#vinnie hacker imagine#vinnie hacker fanfic#vinniehacker
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happy birthday to the absolute love of my life iwaizumi hajime!!! have a medley of timeskip hcs bc i barely do those and the only way i can confront being an adult is with characters who became adults alongside me :))
i think no matter where oikawa and iwaizumi are in the world, oikawa always sends a birthday text right as the clock strikes 12 in iwa's time. even if it's four AM on oikawa's side he vows to always be the first to wish iwaizumi a happy birthday :))
(it started when oikawa left for argentina, because that would have been the first birthday they'd spent apart from each other. it's the least oikawa can do, in his eyes. it's the least he can do for not being there.)
do you ever think about the moment where two characters who have never met but have a previous connection to each other via another character find out about said character after meeting. bc i do. a LOT
bonus points if that "someone" is kageyama or hinata or karasuno as a general nuisance
anyways this happens when kuroo and iwaizumi meet and it's HILARIOUS
"what do you MEAN you got your ass whooped by them in high school I got my ass whooped by them in high school too!!!!"
this is a freakishly common occurrence in japan's professional volleyball circuit. there's a support group chat for it and it's got over fifteen people
(there are a few exceptions - komori's really just there for the kicks)
speaking of which. i don't think komori ever stops being a megafan of yaku's. when he hears that they're going to be playing side-by-side on the national team he IMMEDIATELY dials sakusa and just screams into the phone for like a solid minute
hyakuzawa was really shy with everyone at first bc he never really knew them much before, but at his first practice match hoshiumi slammed a ball onto the floor so hard it ricocheted and hit atsumu in the face and, without missing a beat and while atsumu was yelling for hoshiumi to eat shit through a bloody nose, hoshiumi turned to him and went "see that? that was a lesson on what NOT to do" and hyakuzawa knew at that moment that he was in a safe space
sometimes ushijima and iwaizumi will talk about irvine like it was some secret dreamy romantic getaway between starcrossed lovers from medieval times
iwaizumi: "man i remember that one night we drove to the desert to stargaze. that was so cool. really pretty. i forgot my jacket and ushijima was kind enough to lend me his"
ushijima: "it would not have done for you to catch a cold, we had a meeting with my father the next day to ask for his blessing"
everyone else: "what the actual fuck"
the blessing was to see if utsui could take iwaizumi on for an internship
okay wait quick break from national team shenanigans bc i was thinking about this for a while but i think romero is soooooo impressed when hoshiumi, kageyama, and ushijima tell him that they all know hinata personally. i think he asks them to help ask if hinata can do a favor for him
"you want hinata to WHAT"
"i want him to throw me like a paper weight!!! so i can show my son!!!"
hinata's like "OH MY GOD NICOLAS ROMERO WANTS ME TO THROW HIM???" like he's SO honored. he thinks it's an honor to be able to throw romero and romero thinks it's an honor to BE thrown by hinata it's so stupid i love them
and then romero calls his son and is like "SON GUESS WHAT. NINJA SHOUYOU THREW ME LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT TODAY" and sends him the video and little romero is SO hyped
in general i think hinata AND hoshiumi would be able to bench press like 99% of the adlers and the jackals and like. maybe the whole pro league
hoshiumi wants to try so he goes "hey kageyama c'mere for a sec!!" and kageyama is all "?? okay sure" and he just scoops kageyama up, tosses him in the air, catches him and puts him down like "okay thanks, you can get back to what you were doing now!"
i think kageyama actually looks up to hoshiumi a whole lot and it's super cute
okay sorry back to national/all-stars teams squad shenanigans
suna has the newest phone within the canon timeline because his old one broke when hakuba spiked a volleyball into it trying to do a trickshot
suna wasn't even mad bc they DID land the shot it was sick as hell
nobody was really familiar with iizuna aside from, like, sakusa and komori and MAYBE yaku and ushijima so when he joined the all stars match all cool and calm and capable and hot like 90% fell in love. and then he wrestled sakusa into a headlock within five minutes of sakusa being a little bitch and they fell in love even more
this part here was supposed to be a fun little bit about the all-stars team dynamics bc it's funny as hell but it was getting WAY too long and i severely underestimated how insanely complicated having people with grudges like ten years running would be on the same team so like. expect another post soon i guess?
ANYWAYS
they always try to do something when everyone is in town for training or some kind of promo exhibit like the all-stars match bc otherwise it's really really hard to hang out since they're scattered all over the place
imagine if they went to the beach. like. imagine if you were just the average beach goer and you went one day and all of a sudden there is a whole ass group of twenty or so incredibly powerful men who all look like they could kill you with just one hand and they're all screaming their heads off playing beach volleyball. and you look at them and you think they seem vaguely familiar but you don't know why. and then you go home and check twitter and your beach is trending and THAT'S how you find out that the entire goddamn national team took a day trip to visit the beach
#HAPPY IWA DAY EVERYONE <3333#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#kuroo tetsurou#hinata shouyou#komori motoya#sakusa kiyoomi#yaku morisuke#hoshiumi kourai#hyakuzawa yuudai#miya atsumu#nicolas romero#kageyama tobio#suna rintarou#hakuba gao#iizuna tsukasa#ushijima wakatoshi#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs#sou says stuff
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I just remembered that one ridiculously cute thing in uni during the body donor class - for context: we dental students got pooled together with the meds during the pre-clinical semesters a lot, and that class was no different.
We were separated in two main groups, and one body donor was shared between 12 students - coming in from Monday to Thursday. On Fridays, you could come in until 12 and just look at the donors without any supervision, you just needed your coat and name tag. And I remember going in before the situs oral and trying to understand how blood flows through the heart and then one of the meds (super intimidating buff guy) saw me struggle and was like '... Hey do you want me to explain that to you?' and then we sat there - him with a whole heart in hand, explaining it all to me, more than happy to help. Not gonna lie, I had a bit of a crush on that guy for the rest of the semester. We weren't even in the same group, so we never saw each other during prep hours but I always had my eyes peeled for him during lectures haha
tw.anatomical stuff (i'm german so if my translations are a little off then i'm sorry hah), cadavers, just fluff
Long story short - I'm thinking about that with Law. You and Chopper are at the same table, come in every Friday to review the material of the week, both a little on the not-so-studious side. (Don't get me wrong, you go to every lecture - but those suckers are two hours long and not the only class you have. It's easy to lose track, especially when all you wanna do is catch up on sleep during the weekends.)
You pull your donor out of the body bag, lay them down and go over your notes, some sessions more and some less successful. The two of you are usually not alone, either - there is always someone else rifling around on their own table. Today it's a guy with a severe expression and some earrings. You've seen him in the lecture hall but you and Chopper aren't in the same group as him, so that's really all you know.
You get through this week's lecture notes just fine - until it's time for the heart. The way blood gets fed through the atriums and ventricles, how the pressure changes, systole and diastole, the coronary arteries... You two are feeling beyond lost and so, so close to simply giving up - it's just too much and too intricate (at least for someone who has heard all of that info only once, maybe twice).
But then there is also that other student - and maybe, just maybe, he knows more than you two do. It's not unusual to ask - and so that's what you do.
Law can't be assed, actually.
He's reviewing his notes, trying to get his own studying done. He's really not the type to do tutoring, doesn't have the patience for it.
But you two are loud - hemming and hawing over your own cadaver and if he has to hear you confuse the mitral valve with the tricuspid one more time, then he's going to get a migraine. What are twenty minutes of his time if it means that you get done with your little idiot session and finally leave the hall? So he sighs and motions you to come closer.
He's surprisingly good at explaining. The heart of his donor in one hand, a tissue forceps in the other, he walks you through every fact one would want to know about the organ. You probably have stars in your eyes while he talks because finally, finally you're grasping the material - and really, it might be confusing at first, but it's not that hard. He even lets Chopper regurgitate it all to him and has the two of you giggling over it.
Law is just glad you two morons are finally having your little eureka moment because it means that you'll be off in a matter of minutes.
But no good deed goes unpunished.
It's then that you notice his tattoos through the nitrile gloves and suddenly he's the most fascinating living guy around (the most fascinating guy is dead on table 5, with golf ball sized cysts in his liver, sorry Law). He gets bombarded with questions, you and Chopper all over him, way too loud, too excited, too fucking annoying.
He's already regretting his little act of charity.
And not only do you have the audacity to ask him to explain fetal circulation (because, please, please it's so confusing) as well, no, from that moment on, you're all over him very goddamn Friday and he's been added to three different group chats the moment Chopper and you leave the hall.
#i loved that class lol... so good#some universities have free videos of the instructors doing the dissections if that sounds good you should def give it a try#it's fascinating stuff and i have only the fondest memories 😊#/one piece#/law#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader
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