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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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🎶💯💤🎄😖🎮 for any of ur little shits :3

they are little shits………my little shits 🫶

TW: obsessive behavior, a lil suggestive, and implications of trauma.

🎶 - what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Sam: weezer/the front bottoms….like. mentally ill homosexuality shit. yes he listens to this shit 24/7….(he j like me fr.)

Evelyn: Beethoven? i mean what else do British people listen to? IM PLAYING-uhh probably shit like the cardigans/cults. and yes, she listens to music when cleaning :)

Thomas: Nirvana/Radiohead. yeah. it’s sickening. no, he doesn’t listen to music often unless it’s on in a party……

Lucian: he listens to literally anything. he doesn’t care. i mean like he doesnt really wanna listen to WAP or something but-yeah no he listens to whatever’s on the radio (he’s fucking weird.) and he doesn’t go out of his way to listen to music.

💯 - share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Sam:

1. ALWAYS wants to be riley’s type. so whenever she was dating jordan, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE JORDAN. if he saw riley spare a glance over at some girl, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE THAT GIRL THE VERY NEXT DAY. in other words he has no sense of style himself.

2. he didn’t ALWAYS have his stutter. it developed by the time he was six. also it’s genetic, not any sort of brain trauma or anything - his dad had a stutter when he was young too, but went to speech therapy and eventually fixed it.

3. speaking of which HE DOES HAVE A DAD YALL!!! HE’S ALWAYS OVERSEAS FOR WORK!! VEGA DADDY FOR THE WIN!! and no he’s not abusive or anything either lmao he’s just a busy man.

Evelyn:

1. yes she lived in the UK up until she was fourteen. she’s sixteen now. so she’s only been in the USA for about two years and she regrets coming.

2. she lives with her uncle alfie after the passing of her parents. he’s very distant and barely associates himself with her, but makes sure she’s well taken care of before she turns eighteen and gains all the money her parents left behind. so yeah he’s aight ig

3. she’s very good at horseback riding. (she took lessons from the time she was a kid.) however, she never puts any of that talent to use considering she HATES TOUCHING ANIMALS so yeah that ended quick.

Thomas:

1. had a prosthetic arm (left side) since the time he was nine. how did he lose the first arm? that’s a good question you should ask him!! sometimes it’s because of self harm and losing all circulation after trying to commit, other times it’s because he was kidnapped and the joker himself sawed it off. (he will never tell anyone)

2. he has his own band and plays at parties sometimes. the cooler thing is that david nixon is the drum player even though he despises thomas <3 but a deal’s a deal right? also it works out in the end for both of them bc thomas gets all the chics after singing and david gets all the dudes after playing.

3. a bit of common knowledge but - he has three siblings. an older brother, a younger sister, and a little brother. he hates them all equally. however, they aren’t actually full siblings. they’re all half. Adrian (their father) had babies with FOUR DIFFERENT WOMEN!! role model, am i right? also thomas hates every member of his family lmao.

Lucian:

1. LUCIAN WILLIAMS HAS A TYPE!!! fluffy hair, freckles, a grunge/gothic style, and FUCKED UP TEETH!!!!! GAAAAH!!! both his exes had fucked up teeth (aka sophia had braces and david was missing a lot of his), and now his current boyfriend does. (bitch is a shark.) like shit. he loves those fucked up teeth. <3

2. he has tons of scars. like. tons. and you might be thinking TRAUMA!!!!! bc yes. trauma. however, a lot of them are from him being a dumbass as a kid. he would climb the top of a tree and fall off it. he would swing on his neighbor’s tire swing and fall into a pile of hoarded trash with glass in it. he would try to pull a root out of the concrete stairs and slice his shins after he fell. he is clumsy.

3. it’s time fess up….he’s not a total skinny legend no mo. he works out and is actually PRETTY BUILT. he ain’t got no six pack or nothing but he has nice ass triceps tbh……..and that’s on having an axe as a go-to weapon <3

💤 - is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Sam: pretty light sleeper. he’ll wake up whenever he hears footsteps, or when his curtains blow in the wind, or when the fridge turns on. he usually peeks under his eyelashes and then just goes back to sleep.

Evelyn: light sleeper. any little noise makes her sit up and check her surroundings, even if it’s just her furnace turning on. she’s still half asleep when this happens though, so she goes back to sleep pretty easily too.

Thomas: DEEP FUCKING SLEEPER LMAO. you think he cares if there’s a nuclear war outside his window? bro as long as it don’t make one side of his pillow hot…

Lucian: deep sleeper when it comes to noise, light sleeper when it comes to any movement in the room. if anyone touches him, he’s up. if anyone applies pressure to the mattress, he’s up. if any footsteps are in the room, he’s up. you get the point. he will jerk awake if he feels someone else is there with him. (trauma) it’s not so easy for him to lay back down either. depending on what happened, he usually stays up for the rest of night. (this improves if kai’s sleeping with him bc he feels safe.)

🎄 - what’s your oc’s favorite holiday?

Sam: HALLOWEEN! 🎃

Evelyn: EASTER! 🐣

Thomas: HALLOWEEN! 👻

Lucian: CHRISTMAS! 🎄

😖 - is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

Sam: not even a question lmao. INTROVERT. and he does NOT let people in easily. only if it’s a pretty young woman named riley morg-

Evelyn: honestly i’d say she’s an ambivert solely because she doesn’t care about being out in public. (she cares about the GERMS.) she doesn’t avoid talking to anyone but she doesn’t go out of her WAY to do it either.

Thomas: EXTROVERT? HELLO? HE’S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. Thomas knows everyone and their mamas atp. he’s so extroverted that he would commit a crime in the middle of the street and no one would give a fuck because he’s Thomas Hall. and if someone has a problem with him, they’ll just be gone in like 2.0 seconds lmao.

Lucian: this might be a shocker but…introvert. yes lucian is definitely an introvert. he avoids crowds, he doesn’t like talking in front of people, and he definitely doesn’t like people acknowledging him. when he doesn’t know someone, he’s not all bubbles and flowers like he is usually - he’s on high alert. Lucian only shows his true colors around his friends!!

🎮 - what are your oc’s favorite hobbies?

Sam: Reading, mostly. His favorite genre is romance and horror so he can take notes lmao……….

Evelyn: idk what British people do to pass the time…..JK!!! Evelyn loves crocheting and sewing, and designs clothes for her gf a lot <3

Thomas: this man is so talented and yet his favorite hobby is having sex 💀-no but seriously. he can play piano, guitar, and drums. he can sing. he can draw photo realism. he can skateboard. etc. etc. etc. and yet he spends all his free time partying………

Lucian: everyone knows he loves gardening, but he also likes skating and coloring too. :33

#oc: lucian williams #oc: thomas hall #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #oc ask game #asks!!

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Omg thank you!

Can the fandom either be Overwatch or spy x family (I don't mind either)

I'ma trans man, I'm into guys only

Uh I'm around 5'1, I have short wavy fluffy black hair. I have gray eyes. I'm also pale as a ghost with heavy freckles

Everyone says when the first met me that I sounded Cocky,mean and sarcastic but when they really meet me for me. They told me I was nervous, kind, funny and extremely loyal

I'm usually seen in a hoodie and tight jeans/ leggings. If I'm not then it's a special occasion (like a wedding or a date).

I have a heavy Australian accent, which people find it hard to understand at times. Though to fuck with people I'll switch to a heavy British or German accent.

I'm a trickster when the time is right, though usually I'm pretty chill.

I have a lucky red neck scarf I wear around.

I hate social situations and will shut everything down if things get to heavy for me. I have two giant saint Bernard doggos to help me though.

I love horror movies and this Halloween I plan to go as Bubba Sawyer from Texas chainsaw

I get nervous easily but I joke or try to intimidate to hide it.

I have a pet snake named Iguro, he's an albino I rescued from this farm.

____ let me know if you need anything else!!!___

My dream date-

I kinda like just going around town just enjoying the air and how nice it is outside. Maybe stopping by the gas station to get a snack then go to the park and run around with my dogs 😭

👾

notes 💌: hey hey! welcome to day 3 of my valentine's day event <333 i am so glad i get to do a matchup for you <3 thank you so much for all of your kindness lately and just overall supporting me through my writing journey! happy valentines day 👾 anon i hope you have a great one :)

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

JUNKRAT!!

okay, junkrat is my personal favorite character in overwatch, but not a lot of people's, so I really hope that you love him too lol

he's my scrunkly meow meow and now i hand him over to you love

this man will spend way too much time trying to count your freckles

he always restarts btw and you just giggle about it

he really wants to know how many you have, but he can never actually count all of them unfortunately

he would 100% play with your hair

he just loves how fluffy it is

at first, he actually didnt think you were mean

he's kind of oblivious when someone is mean to him, but he never thought you were

he does think you're really funny and kind and is just head over heels for you tbh

he loves that you are loyal too because he can get a lil jealous lol

he thinks your simple outfits are cozy and make it really easy to cuddle in <3

but when you dress up oh boy he is just baffled with his mouth gaping open and a little smile appears before he tells you how amazing you look

he's also casual with his outfits, so neither of you feel pressured to dress up for each other

YOU BOTH HAVE A CRAZY HEAVY AUSTRALIAN ACCENT SO YOU TWO ONLY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER WHEN YOU GET TO YELLING LMFAKJFEIJIFOJRI

you two will just be yelling in your accents at each other and when you flip accents he starts laughing his ass off to the point where he cant breathe lmfaooo

you and him will be lil tricksters and it's lovely

but you two often just chill together and it's adorable

he loves your lucky red scarf. he'll bury his nose in it because it smells like you and he just loves that you have it

he will 100% help you out when you need it. he is you #1 supporter, so go to him if you have a problem. and if you need him to leave you alone, after a bit of asking, and trying to help, he will leave you alone when you need it

he loves your dogs omg

you'll find him cuddling them on the couch and just playing with them

i feel like he could get down with horror movies, but not alone, he needs you there because he gets too scared lmaooo

dont be nervous around him! he's just a goofy guy and pretty easy to joke around with

OMG HE'S OBSESSED WITH YOUR SNAKE

he will just talk to it and stare at it because he loves it so darn much

he is the funniest goofiest lil guy, but he's yours so show him a lot of love <33333

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would throw a pillow at you full speed that says "will you be my valentine" that has a secret pocket full of your favorite snacks and you would look up to find him with a stupid lil smile. "be my valentine?"

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

You two spent the entirety of Valentine's day just walking around your town. You stopped at fun shops, played with wildlife, and even just found fun little places to chill. You two were joking for what felt like hours and just spending the full day together. He even bought you fun little valentine's gifts, which made you giggle seeing how cheesy you were. As the sun was going down, Jamison pulled you into a gas station where you two got some junkfood and just talked for a while in the little parking lot. "Can I come over to your place?" He asked, shoving a hot dog into his mouth. "I wanna play with your dogs." "I would love that!" You smiled, placing a kiss onto Jamie's face. "My dogs love you, so I think they would be very happy to have you over." Jamie beamed at you and threw his arms around you. "And I want to stay and cuddle if that's okay." "That's perfect." You jumped up and grabbed Junkrat's hand, leading him back home. The moment you opened the door, the dogs jumped onto Jamie and you, placing kisses all over both of your faces. You grabbed their favorite toy and led everyone to the backyard where you played with your dogs until all of you were exhausted. When you walked back in the house, all of you fell onto the couch in each other's arms. You used your giant dogs as pillows and Junkrat had his arms wrapped around you as he lightly snored, already falling asleep. "Happy Valentine's Day." You whispered, placing a kiss onto his nose. <3

~~~~~

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#mystery date #matchup #matchups #👾 anon #overwatch #overwatch x reader #junkrat #junkrat x reader #writing #my writing #valentines day event

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fezrus · 3 years ago

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maybe like a fluffy thing with fez x reader where reader cooks/bakes all the time??? they could either already be in a relationship or they both like eachother or something but that man needs some love and affection😭🤚

this is pure fluff, although I couldn't help but add a lil bit of angst 😇

[reader and fez are close friends, they like each other but they're stupid blind dumbasses]

"Alright, tell me what you think. Be honest," you smile, excited as you serve him one of the blueberry pancakes you just made.

"Am always honest with you." He says softly. He takes a bite as you keep staring at him, impatiently waiting to know what he thinks. "Damn Y/N," he starts, his mouth still full, "this is some incredible shit right here."

You sigh in relief and smile at the sight of him literally devouring the pancake.

You always baked for Fez. You'd show up randomly at his place with all the ingredients and utensils and he wouldn't even ask questions or be surprised anymore. It had just become your thing. You bake, and he looks at you all along and tells you about his day. Sometimes he gives you a little help, but he also enjoys just watching you doing something you love.

He had told you several times that you didn't have to make all these delicious pastries for him, but you always found an excuse to keep doing it. You said it was because you needed someone to test your new recipes on, but really you were just addicted to the way his eyes lit up every time you told him you made something for him. Life hadn't always been kind to Fez, so you only tried to make it a little sweeter for him.

You two were pretty close, he saved you from boredom at some party a while ago and you haven't left each other since. He has always been a sweetheart to you, treating you with respect and always showing interest in what you said, did or wanted. You spent so much time together that you felt like you'd known him your whole life. There had never been anything more than friendship between you, even though your relationship was special. But truth be told, you fell for him the second you met.

He just had this pure heart, and this damned smile that always lit up the room. You had once asked him why he kept doing what he did, to which he simply replied that sometimes, good people have to do bad things. that's the way it is.

"You too good to me," he says once he finished eating the pancake, "lemme help you clean the mess you made now."

Once you’re done cleaning up the kitchen, you head into the living room for the second part of your routine: watch a movie while eating the rest of the pastries, and, in Fezco’s case, smoking a blunt.

You're sitting on the 70′s sofa, Fez laying down with his head resting on your lap, turned to face the TV. You can feel his head shaking on your thighs when a scene from the film he chose makes him laugh. To be honest you're not particularly paying attention to what's happening on the screen, your eyes more busy counting the freckles on his cheek. You stroke his face gently, your fingertips tracing imaginary lines between his freckles. To others it probably wouldn't be much of a deal, but it was a particularly intimate situation for Fez, who wasn't exactly one to hug or even touch people to be honest. He liked just laying down with his head on your lap as he was doing right now, or just putting his arm around your shoulders. He loved having you close, feeling your body next to his. It felt intimate, and it felt like home.

“Could you, like, do that thing you did the other day ?” You hear him ask in a somehow shy voice, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What thing ?” You frown, not really knowing what he’s talking about. He looks like a little kid and you can’t help but smile, as his hand softly grabs yours and moves it from his cheek to his eyebrow. He looks up at you and you feel like you’re going to melt. “Oh well I didn’t realise you liked it that much,” you chuckle as you start gently stroking his eyebrow with your finger, soothing it.

You hear a long sigh of satisfaction coming from him and he closes his eyes. “Feels nice, I do like it” he admits.

He looks so peaceful, so calm. Your finger keeps tracing lines over that part of his face, sometimes going down to get lost in his beard, then traveling to his lips, his nose, his forehead. It feels so good making him feel good. “You should always tell me when you enjoy stuff like that,” you whisper after a little while, not sure if he’s still awake or if your touches put him to sleep. You see his lips part just a little.

“If I had to tell you every time I like somethin you do, I would never stop talkin.” He whispers, his voice a bit hoarse.

Your cheeks have probably never been this red. You grin widely and a chuckle escapes your lips once again. “You’re such a flirt.” You laugh, looking down at him. “Are you being super nice just so you can get extra pancakes and cuddles ?” you shake your head and his eyes open, needing a moment to adjust to the light before finding yours.

“Nah I’m serious.” He frowns, slowly sitting up next to you, leaving a little space between the two of you.

Fez sits back with his head and his arm resting on the back of the couch, his fingers close to the back of your neck, his face turned so he can look at you. His eyes are half shut and he’s silent for a second. “I could bake you somethin’ too someday you know,” he finally says.

The suggestion warms your heart, you know he’s being serious, though you can’t help but laugh. “You don’t bake, Fez, you get baked,” you joke, earning a sincere laughter from Fezco.

“No but forreal, you always takin real good care of me,” he states, “making me cupcakes and cuddling my face and shit,” he adds, smiling. “Why you so kind to me ?”

He looks at you with such gentle eyes, you don’t know how such a pure person can exist. And most of all, you don’t know how he doesn’t realise that he deserves all this affection, all this care, and so much more. You don’t understand how he doesn’t see himself the way you do. How you see him right now. Your heart is beating so loud you fear it will escape from your ribcage, you want to tell him how good, kind and beautiful he is. You want to hug him so tight that your bodies would become one. You want to scream and let all the things you’ve kept for yourself all this time come out, write it on the walls, shout it on the streets. You open your mouth several times, but no sound seem to come out of it, as there are so many things you want to say. You take a deep breath to try and calm down a little. You don’t want to scare him, or make him feel uncomfortable or anything, so the words you choose are only a big understatement of how you really feel.

“I guess that’s just... my way of telling you I really care about you.” You finally admit, in such a low whisper you’re not sure he has heard. But he has. And his eyes are searching for yours, the blue in them so bright it makes you shiver.

You don’t know if it’s his soft expression or the way his fingers brush against the skin of your neck, but something in Fezco makes your heart stop for a moment, and this quick moment is just what you need to lean in and crash your lips against his. It lasts only a second. But this second is sweet, warm and enough to make your heart beat again.

And when this second passes, you realize what you just did. It passes and you see the look on his face, and the way his body hasn’t moved at all. He’s frozen in place, and you know it’s too late. You kissed Fezco and there’s no way you can go back in time and erase that. You desperately search for a reaction on his face but he’s so still, speechless, and you want to disappear. So you do. ‘Fuck, fuck I’m so sorry’ is all you manage to blurt out before standing up, grabbing your coat and run for the door, your hand on your mouth to stop the sobs that threaten to escape from it.

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It has been three days since you ran away from Fez after kissing him. He has tried to call you once, but you didn’t answer the phone, and you didn’t call him back either. He sent a few texts that you did not open. You were way too scared and embarrassed for that. You wanted to slap yourself in the face for ruining what was the best friendship you ever had. Cause it was clear that Fez didn’t feel the same way, since he just froze and didn’t try to hold you back when you left. And now it could only be awkward and weird and you hated just the thought of it.

These last three days have been the longest days of your life, all you've done is thinking about Fez and that damn kiss. You kept pacing around your room and you hadn't dared to touch your phone. The only thing that could calm you down was baking. So in three days, you had baked enough muffins, cupcakes and donuts to feed the whole town. But the only person you would have wanted to give them to was Fezco.

You're about to start baking again when you hear someone knocking on the door. Sighing, you make your way up to the entrance, asking who’s here as you do. Your hand is on the handle when you hear him, stoping you in your tracks.

“It's me Fez. Could you open the door for a minute ?” He asks, making you so nervous you forget how to speak for a moment. You’re silent for a bit, wishing that maybe he’ll just leave if you don’t make a sound. But you know he won’t.

“I.. I'd rather not, to be honest.” You stutter out, leaning your forehead against the door.

You don’t hear anything coming from the other side and start to think he really just left, but soon he speaks again. “Did I do something wrong ?” He sounds genuinely sad and worried, and your heart breaks a little.

“What? No, no! It's me I just.. I'm so sorry about what happened.” You sigh.

“Listen we ain’t kids anymore right? Let's talk bout it, it's okay.” He says in a reassuring tone. “But please open the door.”

You have to face it, at some point, you're going to have to talk to him and see him again. Gathering up your courage, you quickly fix your hair and open the door. You dare not look at him at first, your gaze fixed on the ground, playing with your hands. “Hi,” you mumble after a while, looking up at his face. He seems so sad it makes you want to cry.

“Watchu doin to me right now Y/N?” He’s staring at you, the frustration visible on his features “You can't just gimme a kiss and then run away and ignore me like that. This shit ain't fair.”

The last three days you’ve only thought about how bad and stupid you felt, and now you just realize how lost he must have been feeling. You bite your lip and look down once again. “I know. I shouldn't have kissed you Fez, it was stupid. I'm so sorry.”

“So you regret doin' it?” He asks, his voice hesitant, as if he’s not sure if he wants to know the answer or not.

“I regret making you feel uncomfortable.�� You admit, finally looking back at him.

To your surprise, he just frowns and looks agape, almost offended. “Watchu on about? I ain't never felt uncomfortable around you.” He exclaims, running his hands over his face.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in an involuntary defensive reflex. “Fez, you literally just froze.” You say in a sad smile. “But it's okay, I'm not asking you to do anything, it's fine really. We don't even have to talk about it.”

He shakes his head and takes a step towards you, the doorframe still between the two of you. “Lemme repeat my question real quick. Do you regret kissin' me?” He insists, his intense gaze making your cheeks burn. He’s waiting for an answer, you know he’s tired of you avoiding the real talk. He doesn’t have time for your bullshit, so you swallow your pride and prepare for the worst.

“I don’t."

He sighs again, but this time it sounds like relief, and his hand comes lifting your chin up so you have to look at him. He’s beautiful. “Listen you dumbass,” he starts off, smiling a little. “I didn't freeze cause I didn't want it. You just surprised the shit outta me, didn't know what to do.” He pleads, hesitant for a bit before continuing. “But I gotta say that was the best kiss I ever had.”

You frown as you try to process what he just said. What ? You blink a couple of times, not sure if you heard that right. The confusion doesn’t last too long as Fez builds up the courage to speak his mind, too. “I been wanting to kiss you for a while now Y/N,” he smiles. “You just more fucking fearless than I am.”

It’s your turn to be frozen in place, incapable of thinking of what to say, or what to do. You stare at him in astonishment, as he seems more shy and eager than he ever has. “Can I like, kiss you now?” He asks, his thumb gently brushing your lower lip.

Your shaking hands find his waist, grabbing his shirt as you reply. “You may.”

And in less than a second, you feel his mouth capturing yours in a tender and hungry kiss, both his hands cupping your cheeks. It’s intense, powerful, but still so gentle. You feel him smile against your lips before you part, as he firmly wraps his arms around your frame, holding you close.

“Damn”, he breathes out, “I might get addicted to those.”

#thank you for requesting #loves writing this so much #hope you'll like it #fezco #fezco x reader #fezco x you #fezco imagines #fez #fez x reader #fez x you #fez imagines #euphoria #fez euphoria #angus cloud #fluff #angst #fezco imagine #fez imagine

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seiyasabi · 3 years ago

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Yamaguchi’s Awakening

(Here’s a Yandere Yamaguchi Tadashi x Female Reader story :PP I know you only mentioned a Mommy fic, but I kinda added a lil more ‘spice’ to that lol, so I hope that’s okay! If not, feel free to message me! Also, he’s known the stutter, so I made it a bit prevalent in the story. Sorry if that’s annoying.

TW: !Noncon/dubcon!, Mommy kink!, !You are p mean lol, Painslut Yama!, Masochist Yama!, You physically fight him but he loves it, practically wrestles you to the floor!, thigh fucking, creampie!, Calls himself baby boy but alternates that w ‘pig slut!’, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

You woke up to Tadashi’s moans, eyes practically popping open in both terror and confusion. You’d taken a nap whilst waiting for him to come home from work, but you hadn’t expected to wake up to such a lewd sound.

Pushing yourself up with shaky arms, your slip’s thin straps slide off of your moisturised shoulders, causing more of your cleavage to show in the skimpy garment. Tired eyes land on the green haired man’s slumped form, his long, lean body practically falling off of a plush chair on the other side of the room. His large hand is fisting his cock at an alarming pace, while his hips stutter upwards to meet his ministrations.

“What the hell are you doing?” You frown in mild annoyance, scoffing in disgust. Is he really getting off to your sleeping form?

“Mu-Mommy!” His face is pulled into the perfect Ahegao expression, tongue lolling out stupidly, as drool drips down his chin. Beads of sweat intermix with his perfectly scattered freckles, and if it weren’t for the fact that Tsukishima helped him kidnap you, you most likely would have found it arousing, “Puh-Please pu-punish me! I-I’m such a-a bad boy!”

Screwing your face up in disgust, you practically spit venom at him, “Oh my God, you’re fucking disgusting. How dare you-”

With a loud whine, he cums. His liquidy release coats his chest in large streaks, partially splashing himself in the face with his own spunk. The liquid creates a large puddle on the floor, demonstrating just how much semen he’s stored in his purple tinged balls. The sight before you has left you absolutely speechless, as Tadashi keens and whines for you to punish him.

“Please, please, Mommy! I-I need you to-”

“What the actual fuck did I just witness?” Your eyes never leave the puddle on your room’s wood look tile, “Oh my God, you’re such a disgusting pervert.”

At your words, the freckled man practically throws his naked body onto your lap, “Yu-you chose me! That means that you love me, right? A-and if Mommy loves me, she should punish me for being bad! Please hit me!” His previously softened cock is now standing back at attention, humping at your exposed legs.

One of your perfectly manicured hands (thanks to Yamaguchi’s hard work) shoves his head off of your stomach, “Get the fuck off of me! Clearly, I chose wrong, because you’re just a slobbering pig!” Tears bead his large eyes, but the tall man doesn’t back down. He continues to try to rut against you, causing your shoves to become more violent, until you effectively shove him off of your bed. He lands on the hard ground with a ‘smack,’ as he moans on impact.

“Ye-yes! Hi-hit me mu-more! I de-deserve it, your baby bu-boy deserves it!” He tries once more to crawl his way onto you, but you react far quicker than him. You use the ball of your foot to push him away by the forehead, dropping him back onto the cold floor.

“Stay the fuck away from me! I knew I should’ve liked your asshole for a best friend, at least he wouldn’t be such a fucking weirdo!” You push yourself off of your bed, trying to escape to the bathroom, but it’s to no avail. Tadashi, in some sort of lucidity, drags you to the ground with him. His lean form tries to trap you to the floor, but your thrashing limbs and harsh elbows keep him from getting too close, “Stop it! Let go of me-”

“Du-don’t say you want someone else! Your precious piggy will do anything you want! Let your baby boy make his Mommy feel good!” You end up on your back, allowing your hands to worm their way between the two of you, and create a small distance. Taking full advantage of that, you get a single hand up by your face, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slap the dogshit out of the feral man.

He moans breathily, as if he’s savouring the feeling of your harsh touches, “You’re fucking pathetic, Yamaguchi. No one would willingly choose you, which is why you lied and manipulated me!” You smack him multiple more times, his freckled, drooly cheeks quickly becoming bright red. You force your knees against his toned stomach, kneeing him uncomfortably in the ribs, which he just pushed more of his weight on.

“Yes! Yes! Tell me more of the things you hate about me! Your harsh words are almost enough to make me cum!” Screwing up your face in absolute fury, you punch him in the throat, whilst simultaneously kicking him in the cock, causing him to cum immediately with a small scream, “Mu-Mommy, your piggy is cumming!” His hot, watery cum lands on your slip clad body, making you want to vomit. So, in a last ditch effort, you shove him off whilst he’s still recovering from a second intense orgasm.

Scrambling to your feet, you make a break for the bathroom door, only to be dragged down to the floor by a firm grip on your ankle. Tadashi’s hot, wet body slots itself on top of yours, effectively pinning you down. Although he may be quite slim, his sheer size is enough to weigh you down.

“Get off of me! You’re fucking sick!” He pants next to your ear, practically trying to mount you like a dog. His chest is firmly against your back, pushing down your lower half. His knees spread yours apart, allowing him to slot himself between your legs.

You try to hit him, but because he’s behind you, your hits don’t land very hard. Both of his hands fumble whilst he tries to push your panties down, causing you to thrash even more than before. Growing tired of your ministrations, he rips the garment from your pussy.

“Stop it! Yamaguchi, get off of me! Don’t do this to me!” Tears drip down your face in thick rivulets, as you sob in pure fury, “I-I’ll never forgive you! I’ll never forgive a pathetic fuck like you! I should have never become your friend- you don’t deserve any!” He lightly moans at your words, not quite listening to what you have to say, but enjoying your harsh tone.

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Threaten me! I love how you belittle me so well!” He then tries to force his long cock inside of you, but is unsuccessful. You’d just barely moved your thighs together in time, blocking him from breaching your unprepared walls. But, that doesn’t seem to faze him, as he starts to hump your sweat slickened thighs, “Oh-oh my God, your thighs feel so good, Mommy! Your piggy slut loves them!” His eyes are practically rolling to the back of his head, as multiple squirts of precum escape his cock, slicking your pussy opening inadvertently.

You throw your elbows at his head again, but he just lets them hit him, relishing your harsh blows. If anything, your attempted hits trigger him to hump you even faster. Which, in turn, unfortunately, causes him to accidentally hook his cockhead on your cunny opening, and force his prick inside of you. Your mouth gapes in both shock and pain, as you let out a shrill scream. He slams a sweaty hand over your mouth, fortunately minding your nose, letting you breathe through it. His entire body is convulsing, as he sits inside of you, relishing your twitching walls around his cock.

“Mu-Mommy’s piggy lu-loves Mommy’s pu-pussy!” In quick, sudden movements, he bucks his hips into yours, his breeder balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. Your pants and light moans are muffled behind his hand, as you continue to cry and try to get free. Your thrashing does nothing but seat you further on his long cock, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every movement. Your pussy gushes at his ministrations, as you fall limp, “Fu-fuck, Mommy! Mommy, I-I’m gunna cum!”

Your slack mouth tries to deny him, but your eyes practically roll up into your skull as you cum suddenly, spraying girl cum on his cock and on the floor below your chest, practically covering your entire torso. Feeling your orgasm milking his cock, Yamaguchi cums quickly after you, filling you to the brim with his watery, overabundant cum. It was like he was trying to fill every crevice inside of you with his milk, relishing how well you take him. You practically collapse to the ground, no longer having the strength to hold yourself off of the now slick wood look tile. This, in turn, causes his still cumming cock to fall out of you, spraying your ass and thighs with his seed.

Yamaguchi strokes himself, trying to wring out as much cum as possibly on your crumpled, fucked out form. He looks down at you with an innocent grin, before smooching you kindly on the face, “Thank you, Mommy, your baby boy feels sooo much better, now that I’ve filled your pretty cunny! Do you want a bath?”

You say nothing, seemingly still in shock at what just transpired. Yams coos at you, trying to gain your attention, but when you don’t respond, he takes it upon himself to clean you up.

“It’s okay, sometimes when Tsukki would experiment with me, I’d be too sore to move, too! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re all pretty and clean after a long, hot bath.”

With wobbly legs, the tall man stalks off to the bathroom, not batting an eye at your weird silence.

#yandere yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #tadashi x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #hq yamaguchi #haikyuu yamaguchi

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chocogoths · 3 years ago

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SCREAMS HERE'S SOME DI ANGELO FAMILY HEADCANONS💀🖤

bc I haven't read the books in a long ass time but they live in my head rent. free. please feel free to scream w/ me PLEASE

it's. actually "D'Angelo" lol. I like to imagine when they arrived to the US some worker misunderstood their family name as.. "D. Angelo" like it was an initial or smth (saw that in a movie once ksksk) and it just stuck until it eventually became "di Angelo"

Nico's full name is Niccolò Salvatore D'Angelo uwu I'm not too sure about Bia, but I like Bianca Isabella D'Angelo

they both look so much like their mom!! I hc that Maria had a couple beauty marks that Bia and Nico inherited✨ bottom corner of the eye maybe? and freckles too

Goth Maria supremacy!!! She always had a fascination with death and ghosts and such, that's one of the reasons she fell in love with Hades<3 Plus she canonically dresses in all back and wears dark makeup

Maria was an opera singer! I have no proof but also no doubts. In the present Nico managed to find some records of her singing and now Mama sings him to sleep every night💕

also Hades canonically enjoys music and singers (Orpheus) so that's one of the reasons he fell for Maria

I think Maria was generally an artsy person, she had Bianca and Nico take lessons in dance, music and painting, Bianca probably learned embroidery and Nico BEGGED her to teach him so he learned too, they had lil music sessions where Maria would sing, Bianca played the violin and Nico the piano (Bia and Nico weren't perfect but they tried so hard and Maria always encouraged them!!)

Nico inherited Maria's love for all things spooky, his favorite thing to watch was Disney's Silly Symphonies: The Skeleton Dance (he tried to imitate it in front of the tv hghghfhfhg)

also he loves chocolate. this one's kinda out of pocket i know but i just had to say it. Nico says dark chocolate supremacy

I also hc that one time, they found a baby bird that had fallen from its nest, Maria let Bianca hold it while she fetched a first aid kit to nurse it back to health, while Nico peeked and jumped around Bianca bc he wanted to hold it too🥺 When Maria came back though, Bianca had tears in her widened eyes and she told her that the lil bird had suddenly died on her hands :(( she didn't squeeze or anything!! one second it was just sitting on her palm and the next it was just. dead (i saw this in a movie too lol)

Nico didn't really understand what was happening, but that's how Bianca learns about mortality (and unknowingly, a lil bit of her powers) and y'know how some little kids learn about death and are either fascinated or scared by it? poor Bia was TERRIFIED

Bianca developed a fear of dying, and anything to do with death in general (which I hc as one of the reasons she joined the Hunters of Artemis.. besides wanting to actually live for herself and not be a mom to her little brother :c) the bird incident was something she was never able to get over😔

also!!! both Bianca and Nico sometimes saw ghosts. Baby Nico would babble all day long to his ghost buddies, Maria found it SO cute. Younger Bianca chatted with them and had tea parties and such, but after the bird incident she would flinch and look away whenever she saw one :(((

Bia's fear of her (unknown) powers sometimes manifested and her Mama's roses would wilt and dry up :c But Maria would kiss her forehead and tell her she liked them better that way, and Bia would feel a lil bit better, and a lil less scared<3<3

Nico's first crush was a boy he went to school with, he also once had a teeny tiny crush on his teacher, and another time a crush on one of Bianca's classmates... he falls in love easily ok lol

he never acted on his feelings bc he wasn't even sure what they were?? he just knew he really liked those guys and he'd feel lil skeletal butterflies in his tummy when he looked at them!! when he told Mama about this she laughed and hugged him, and told him he'd understand those feelings when he grew up a bit💗

this one is more set in the present-future but. I really desperately need Hades (& Persephone!!) and Nico to have a good relationship🥺 I like to think they slowly but surely work through their issues, and Nico does end up regularly visiting (or even living in!!!) the Underworld with his family, since Hades has a room for him in his palace💕💕 One for Hazel, too! and they get along marvelously with their step-siblings as well<3

Macaria, Melinoe and Zagreus loooove them. big siblings taking care of and mentoring their lil siblings. good. One big, happy goth family that's all i ask!!

y'know this one. no one beats Nico at any videogame or card game ever. thank u Lotus Hotel

ok that's it!!!!! for now.

#PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE TALK TO ME ABT THE DIANGELOS......#if u have more feel free to add or send me an ask!! I'd love to hear them💗💗#hi i love giving bianca an atual personality bc i love her😔#also idk anything about italy let alone 1940s italy but. YEAH!!#nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #maria di angelo #pjo hades #pjo #hoo #underworld siblings #pjato

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honklore · 4 years ago

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would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

#I fully believe dream is horrible at flirting #dreamwastaken au #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

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rightpastnowhere · 2 years ago

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16 - Appearance Headcanon for any of Percy's deceased siblings you feel like oooooorrrr. 10, sleep headcanon for Cassandra.

headcanon ask meme

16. appearance - de rolo siblings

your mistake was saying any, and so now i will do All

julius: i’d think it be really funny if he was shorter than vesper and percy both. so i headcanon that he was shorter than both of them, and that would have been shorter than all of the de rolos (except for whitney and cass) if they’d all grown into their adult heights. i think he would have had the lightest hair (medium brown, maybe some natural blond streaks), as well as the least-pasty skin (but still pale), because he’s the one who goes out and about the most often. blue eyes, darkish blue, and a more square-ish face, his jaw still not quite yet sharpened out from his lil baby face by the time the briarwoods attack. also VERY curly hair. and some light freckles

vesper: i headcanon her as second tallest next to percy - maybe about 5’10? - because i’m tall and like when other ladies are tall. it fuels me. she was taller than percy until he hit that pre-teen growth spurt, and she was quietly pissed about it. medium brown hair, a lil darker than leona & wolfe’s hair color, and it would have been curlier if she didn’t keep it so long - the weight of it drags it down into loose curls/waves. i think she’d wear it half-up most of the time, up enough to be out of the way but not looking too severe or grown up. grey-blue eyes, similar to what i headcanon for percy but more grey than blue. i think she’d be pretty fit, considering all the horseback riding and fencing and other noble whatnot, and also because she grew up play-fighting with julius and they keep that competition going with sparring

whitney: the older twin, but oliver always denied it. i think she’d have the lightest hair out of the de rolos, still brown but just lighter, and that it’s because of some of johanna’s genes. i think she’d keep it cut short, which started when she cut it herself (with oliver’s help) when she was five. it wasn’t exactly rebellion, but more general mischief and also “blegh i hate my hair”. i think she would be the shortest of the de rolos, once they all grew up, and was constantly threatening to bust kneecaps if you called her out for her height. i imagine her with green eyes that sometimes looked hazel, and a little button nose that stood out from the line of de rolo noses

oliver: i headcanon him taller than whitney by like 4 inches, and that he never shut up about it. brown hair that’s lighter than vesper’s, but darker than percy’s was. i imagine him trying to grow it out to wear in one of those cool lil ponytails, but he never managed to get it past this awkward, wavy mullet that his siblings gave him so much shit for. his eyes would be green like whitney’s, but they kinda just stayed green instead of looking hazel sometimes. he and whitney didn’t look much more similar than they did to the rest of their siblings, but they did make the exact same expressions all the damn time. especially the glares when they’re angry, and shit eating grins when they’re up to something

ludwig: i think he would look the most like percy - same color hair but much curlier, similar eye colors (more blue than percy’s), same eyebrows, same nose, with the latter two being de rolo traits. very lanky and awkward, still growing into his arms and legs as a baby teenager. i imagine him being a clumsy kid, so he’d have a collection of little nicks-and-bumps scars, but very minor ones that are mostly covered by his regular clothes. he differed from percy by being a bit less pale because he actually went outside lol. had some pale freckles, too, on his cheekbones

10. sleep - cassandra

cass and percy have the worst sleep schedules known to man, the both of them, and it drives vex up a wall. cass stays up late working, and gets up early, because every hour asleep is an hour wasted - and that’s nothing compared to the five years she lost under the briarwoods. she also struggles with nightmares, but it’s quieter than with percy has them - and they tend to leave her disoriented more often than percy’s do.

i also think she’d always end up holding something in her sleep - either a pillow or herself. and it’s always tightly, too, curling into herself. a childhood habit that she never grew out of, and one she can’t really break despite being forced to grow up so fast. vex mentions “casually” that she’ll sleep holding a pillow sometimes if she’s away during a trip, so she doesn’t wake up with arms cramping. cass doesn’t say anything, but tries that, and sleeps a bit easier

#am i projecting the sleep-hug instinct onto cass? absolutely #i hold Something in my sleep. it is unavoidable #i have woken up with my arms cramping sometimes lol #it’s why i like stuffed animals and blankets. cozy hugs #julius de rolo #vesper de rolo #whitney de rolo #oliver de rolo #ludwig de rolo #cassandra de rolo #critical role #vox machina #essayofthoughts

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soggyjulpod · 3 years ago

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— cargo pants

summary: misinterpretion featuring a line from the wilds, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”

warning: lil bit of angst but there's fluff, kissing, confident!reader (whoop!), also bi reader for this plot to work out, so sorry if ur purely homo

word count: 1.7k

on a tuesday night you found yourself sitting in a circle playing a game of truth or dare which was suggested by jackson’s very own dysfunctional couple, jesse and dina.

the chatter and laughter of the game continued around you but you were only focused on the redhead who sat across from you in the circle. though the redhead didn’t seem to notice the set of eyes on her as she was in deep thought.

ellie finally looked up when dina called on her to pick truth or dare. she noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks blush pink and sends you an awkward smile.

“uh dare i guess.” ellie says. there was a mischievous glint in dina’s eyes, “i dare you to kiss [y/n].”

the color from ellie’s face drained, instant panic set in. “what? dina, no.” ellie protests, “don’t make it weird.”

before dina could respond to ellie’s protests, you spoke up, “it’s ok i don’t mind.” you say scooting across the circle, sitting right in front of ellie. you felt your insides bubble in excitement but outwardly you appeared aloof, not wanting anyone to see a crack in your confidence.

“you know we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” the redhead whispers quietly for only you to hear.

you lean closer to ellie, your lips just a hair away from her ear. this action causes a light blush to creep up on her freckled face.

“we got this, don’t want them to think we pussy out of things, right?” you say and move away with a grin on your face.

ellie gives you a shaky smile, trying to calm herself down at how close her crush was to her. you looked at each other, it felt like everything around you two had vanished and it was just the two of them.

your trance was broken by jesse who yelled at you two to “kiss already! we don’t have all damn night!”

you whipped her head around and flipped him off before quickly turning back around and taking ellie's face in your hands and connecting your lips.

the redhead was caught off guard for a split second but then kissed back, melting into it. the kiss was soft, it was just like what ellie had imagined kissing a pretty girl like you. it felt like they were in a trance again, like a veil closing around them giving them all the time in the world to feel each other.

they pulled away as the hoots and hollers of the teens around them grew obnoxiously. ellie’s cheeks grew embarrassingly red at the attention that was put on her.

ellie tuned out the game as it continued on, she was too in her own head thinking about how she just shared a very hot kiss with the girl she’s been crushing on for over two year.

the redhead only perked back up when she heard your name be called out for a turn.

“truth.” you choose. “soooo [y/n]...” dina trails off cheekily.

“yes, dina?” you challenge with a smirk and takes a sip of the terrible beer in your cup.

“how many girls have you kissed?” the dark haired girl asks.

“one.”

“seriously?!” dina exclaims in disbelief, her eyebrows then furrowed in thought, “does that mean ellie was..?”

“yep, first and only girl i’ve kissed.” you explain, you notice the surprised looks that start to appear on the faces of your peers, “what?” you ask, confused about the change in behavior.

“um, i think we all thought you were gay,” dina says awkwardly.

the dark haired girl then points to your pants, “you wear cargo pants a lot.” she states. you bursts out laughing at the archaic stereotype, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”

laughter erupts from the room except from one person, ellie. you notice a frown appear on her face. you made brief eye contact with her in which the ginger gave you a curt smile, of course you could tell it was fake, that there was some pain behind those green eyes. but from what, you weren't sure.

to ellie that kiss felt so real, she thought there was genuine passion behind it. she had thought with that kiss and how flirting you’ve always been with her in the past that you would have reciprocated her feelings. but her heart broke has her reassurance was crumbled by a simple phrase, ‘i’m not a lesbian’

feeling overwhelmed with her emotions and not wanting to bring her bad vibe to the rest of the group, ellie felt it best to leave. she quickly said her goodbyes without sparing a glance at you, using the excuse of having patrol in the morning to leave early.

it immediately dawned on you that maybe ellie had misinterpreted what you had said, maybe the redhead got upset because she thought you didn’t like her back or had a chance with her at all.

you quickly got up leaving the group without bothering to respond to the people calling out for you, your only priority was to fix this misunderstanding as fast as possible.

“ellie! wait up!” you called out to the redhead a few yards away from you. ellie whipped her head around, a surprised look on her face.

even with being only slightly illuminated by the moon, you could see the redness and puffiness of ellie’s eyes, the green of them popping out and making it more obvious. your heart immediately sunk at the sight.

“hey are you ok?” you ask softly, your hand reaching up toward her face in concern but ellie moved her head away.

“yeah i’m good. what’s up?” she quickly responded, trying to change the subject. “can i crash at your place tonight? i don’t feel like walking across town this late and this drunk.”

“yeah sure.” ellie says, “how much of that beer did you have anyways?”

“too much, i swear i’m not a lightweight but honest to god i have no idea what seth puts in that beer.” you grin.

a smile cracks on ellie’s face, “no wonder it tasted so awful, it's because seth made it.” she jokes.

“he has his own little asshole recipe.” you joke back, making ellie tilt her head back in laughter. you smile at the fact that you were able to lift the bad spirit from your friend.

you continued to chat and talk shit as you two walked to ellie’s shed. the redhead was glad that even though she’ll never have you as her girlfriend, she could always have you as a best friend.

when you entered the shed you both immediately started getting ready for bed, the long night with your friends had tired you both out immensely. ellie handed you a pair of sweatpants to change into which you did, right in front of her.

ellie remembers the first time you two had a sleepover over two years ago, the redhead got taken by surprise when her crush started stripping in front of her to get in her pajamas with no regard that she was still in the room. she was flustered at seeing the bare skin of the girl she was crushing on.

“what? it's not a big deal, we’re both girls and it's just skin, no need to get weird el.” she remembers you saying to her. eventually ellie just got used to it, taking it as a sign of trust that you would be that vulnerable around her.

ellie changed into her night clothes as well, she watched as you take your bra off without removing your shirt, “you gotta teach me how to do that one day.” the redhead says, it was something you'd always done that had intrigued ellie.

“what, take off my bra?” you tease. ellie’s cheeks blush realizing how her words sounded. “no, i mean like i’ve wanted to know how to do it so i can do it to myself, not you.” she rambles trying to explain herself.

you start to giggle at her response, “what?” ellie says, pouting.

“it's just that you're cute.” ellie feels her heart skip.

you lay down, snuggling into the bed and pat the space next to you, beckoning her over. she lays next to you on her side. neither of you say anything as you stare at each other.

“you want to tell me why you were crying earlier.” you ask, ellie rolls her eyes and shift onto her back, refusing to make eye contact.

“it was nothing.” the redhead mumbles. “ellie i know you, that wasn't nothing, talk to me please.” you plead. ellie chews on her lip nervously, trying to decide whether or not she should confess to you.

“i, uh, shit i don't know how to say this” she starts, turning over to her side to face you, “but i really really like you [y/n], and i have for the past two years and its being eating me up from the inside to see you with other people and not be able to tell you. and i know you just want to be friends because you said that-”

you cut her off by placing your lips on hers. the redhead soon eagerly kissed back, her hands finding their way on your head and your hands to her shoulders. as the kiss progress you both got more desperate to be close, rolling over so that ellie was flat on the bed and you were straddling her waist. ellie’s hands moved to your hips and yours to the sides of her head.

the redhead pulled away from the kiss. “i thought you said you weren’t a lesbian,” she whispers.

“correct.”

“oh” ellie says as her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and confusion, “then why’d you kiss me?” she questions, a bit pissed off that her friend was leading her on.

“just because i don’t like girls exclusively doesn’t mean i don’t like them at all.” you grin and lean down, giving ellie a peck on the lips. ellie smiles, realizing that she finally had her chance.

“what does that make us then?” she asks shyly. you smile down at her, “girlfriends, only if you want to.”

“are you kidding? that’s the only thing i’ve wanted for years.” she exclaims and sits up, placing you on her lap and kissing you again.

she pulls away slightly, “i could get used to this.”

“me too.” you whisper and pull her into another kiss.

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#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie #soggyjulpod’s fanfic

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years ago

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1/3 (Eren Yeager)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

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Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

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The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #eren x black reader #three part #aot imagines #aot x black reader

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pynkhues · 3 years ago

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Please recommend some of your fav Rio fics!

Of course, anon! Since you asked for Rio fics, I'm going to guess you meant Rio POV fics? If not, I'm sorry, haha, because that's what I've collated, but I hope you give these a shot regardless! They're all fics I think are pretty great. ;-)

Below a cut, because this got long.

But when he does reappear at the store—she still doesn't hear him coming, she needs to work on that—she's wearing a fuckin' dress, and he's glad she hasn't seen him yet because he can't stop himself from grinning.

Maybe it ain't for him, but given the fact that he doesn't think he's seen her legs since he came back—aside from that one night at the bar when she was definitely feeling herself—it seems like this is an intentional break in the pattern. Either way, he fuckin' loves the idea that she's been dressing up all week, not sure if he's coming but wanting to be ready if he does.

Now Use Both Hands by ms_scarlet / @mego42 6k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Ooooof, this fic causes me physical pain, but I love it a whole lot. Meg really captures Beth and Rio at their most acidic, their most sharp edged, while also managing to balance that with the feelings they desperately don’t want to have. It’s a bit magic, and the fact that she follows this up with another fave, Listening Through the Air Shaft is *chef’s kiss*.

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When he wakes, he's in a hospital bed, mouth dry as bone and he can taste blood, stale and metallic, on his tongue. The pain in his chest has been dulled by the drugs, but it still lingers, a persistent ache that spikes with every breath.

By all rights, he's a dead man walking.

Ten hours, they had him in surgery. From the look of his chart, he'd flatlined twice, and he can feel the consequences of that, see it in the bruises on his chest, the exhaustion lining the faces of his family. He'd woken to a little hand in his, Pop's cheeks damp with tears, and shit, it'd been close. Too close.

Bury a Friend by @ejunkiet >1k words. Mature. Beth x Rio S3 canon divergence.

Pivoting from 3.01, this fic is a wonderful, quiet character study that looks at Rio in the aftermath of the shooting before he explodes back into Beth’s life. It pulses with emotion and with the promise of catharsis, and it’s just a really special little fic. The Rio voice is terrific too.

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He finally gets what he needs one day when Elizabeth’s wearing this tight black sweater with a keyhole that shows off just enough to make Rio’s jaw rock. It’s so out of the ordinary, so unlike her ugly li’l sweaters or her surburban mama button-ups, he does a double take, head whippin’ around so fast that she catches it immediately. Then she catches where his gaze lands, where it keeps landin’ through their whole stilted, irritated conversation, and he sees her chest pinken til he can count her freckles. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, and her lips fall open just the smallest bit, and then she looks up at him.

Eyes locked on each other, Rio takes a step closer. Elizabeth doesn’t back away.

I Will Collect You and Capture You by @foxmagpie 17k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio S3 canon divergence.

I feel like I've recced this fic 1,200 times at this point, haha, but it really is one of my favourite fics in the fandom. It has this sort of grip on you as a reader that almost embodies Beth's grip on Rio in the story, and the way it builds and builds and releases only to build and build again is really delicious, affecting writing.

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“Com’n her and her lady friends were shakin’”

“Shakin’ about the lemon on the fuckin’ granite, sure.”

They chuckled as the car rolled on, the suburbs slipping away with the sun.

“Think they’ll pay up?”

There was a groan as Rio shifted in his seat, flexing his fingers along the dash.

“Neighborhood like this? Everybody knows someone who knows someone with a trust fund.”

Mick’s lighter flickered, followed by long, rasping inhale. “And a boat.”

Smoke swirled lazily through the open window up into the purple sky.

“And a boat.” Echoed Rio.

Drivin' through the Suburbs by gangfriend / @00gangfriend00 5k words. Teen+. Mick + Rio friendship, Beth x Rio. Canon compliant.

It takes a lot to make me laugh out loud in a fic, but this one does multiple times. It's just insanely fun, and captures Rio and Mick at their most boyish in a way I find utterly charming. It's really, really delightful.

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She’s got her crimes wrapped up and categorized in folders with labels and post-its. Wrapped up in gift paper with a big blue bow on it. And she’ll probably ask Turner do you want freshly baked cookies or some shit when they go raiding her kitchen.

Rio should really get it under control. Her, get her under control.

She opens the door and slumps onto the front seat, her eyes set angrily on him. Nineteen voicemails and she’s still got things to say: he sees it in the twitch of her hand, the restless, frustrated pattern. Any minute now she’s going to settle on new words to voice her complaints like he’s here to listen. Like he’s got the time— like he cares. Like he’d better.

It’s a Work Thing by isoldewas >1k words. Mature. Beth x Rio. 2.12 canon divergent.

I'm a bit of a sucker for a good canon divergent fic, and this one pivots the car break up in 2.12 in a smutty way that just works unfairly well. It's such a great little fic that really settles well into Rio's headspace during the messiness of s2, and I love it.

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They settle in their respective places and Rio takes the opportunity to give Elizabeth the same once over that asshole did. Her ass really does look great in those pants and she could fill out any shirt. Her eyes linger over him too, tracing his skin, the bar tattoos peeking out from under his t-shirt that she’s seen a million times but she devours at every opportunity. Then her eyes meet his and she gives him that small, crooked lil’ smile.

He’s not one for religion, but every so often he takes his mom to Spanish mass. All the viejitos and pious Catholic types think he’s a banger but his ma’s still excited to show him off. He sits with her in the pew and when the priest asks for the congregation to give thanks to God, he says a prayer for the riches that have come to him, the health and brilliance of his son, the vitality of the other little ones in his life now, and Elizabeth. And when he thinks of her in those moments, he sees her in his mind’s eye with this exact look on her face.

A Bit of a Stretch by @septiembrre 5k words. Teen+. Beth x Rio. Established relationship.

Beth and Rio do a yoga class together! There’s such a lived-in feel to this fic that it feels impossible not to fall a bit in love with it – their relationship is explored in a way that feels true to who the characters are, while sanding down the edges to create something that feels sweet in the way they usually aren’t in canon. It's a great fic, but more than that, it really just works in a way that's a lot more complicated than it looks, and it’s all the more charming for it.

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He’s happy to keep kissing her like this. To savour it. Realises she’s undone the last few buttons of his shirt at some point as she shoves it down his shoulders. Doesn’t have a second to think about his ugly scars pressed to her skin. Can just feel her little hot palms snaking up his back and grippin’ him tight. Refusing to let any light between them as they kiss for what feels like hours.

He realises these are the lips he’s been tasting. Searching for in other women when his night’s got too unbearably quiet, hunting for an echo of the thing he really wanted. Comin’ up short every damn time. Sweet and soft and lethal. Unique to her.

It’s longing in a way he’s never felt. This is the taste of it.

As Good as This by @riosnecktattoo 5k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. 4.05 canon divergence.

Okay, I know I just said how much I loved canon divergence fics, but it bears repeating – I love canon divergence fics, haha. This is such a great alternate take on how the wire scene in 4.05 goes down, and it simmers with tension from the opening line. The way it escalates as Rio navigates this newest betrayal works really well too, and it results in a pretty sexy and surprisingly emotional sequence. Magic!

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“Do we have a deal?” She asks.

When he turns to look at her she’s smiling, and that’s when he realizes he’s absolutely fucked. He’d just fucked himself out of almost a quarter of a million dollars. He lets his eyes drop down her body, licks his lips and nods.

“I choose the place,” he says and turns on his side to face her. “You owe me half - with interest,” he says and slides a hand into her hair. She’s damp, the sweat slowly cooling.

“That’s not what - “ she opens her mouth to protest and he takes that opportunity to slide his mouth across hers and lick into her mouth.

Long Nights by zetuslapetus / @querenaxx 2k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Rio and Beth bone while negotiating a deal! What's not to love, haha. This has such a fun checks and balances feel to it which just makes me want to peel my skin off, it's so good. It's exactly the way I like my Beth and Rio - hot and snarky and constantly trying to get a leg over the other, literally and figuratively. It's the best.

- - - -

He should go out and find someone to fuck. Maybe text one of his hookups. See if Jen’s working. He has options.

He knows what he should do.

But it turns out fucking other people is a worse hell than the one they create when they’re together.

And now that he’s yielded to this wicked ecstasy, he knows he’ll do anything to keep sitting in the fire with her.

To Sit in Hell with You by @daydreamstew 2k words. Beth x Rio. Explicit. s4 canon divergence.

Canon-divergent from 4.06 – Beth and Rio keep hooking up after the time at his grandma’s place. It’s fun and sexy while also keeping the complicated push-pull and lack of communication at the heart of them. Deeelightful.

- - - -

“Does it make it easier?” Maddie asks him once they’re spent, maybe emboldened because he has already brought her into their bed. Which may be unfair, because Lee had been in their bed from the beginning.

“What?” He seems lost in his thoughts, his arm behind his head. In a few minutes he’ll get up and get ready to get back to the factory. Like always, she’ll be looking for her keys so she won’t be late for work.

“Getting it out of your system before you see her.”

Rio glances at her. “I don’t always see you when I see her.”

It’s so rare for him to explicitly mention this woman, however tenuously, and Maddie waits for more. Rio’s gotten like this about a few women in his life but it doesn’t happen often.

Sure am Using You by aniara 2k words. Explicit. Rio x OC, Rio x Beth.

It's not for everyone, but I absolutely love fics that feature characters with other people in ways that tell you something about the characters' feelings about somebody else. In this fic, Rio's fucking one of his childhood friends, but it's all about Beth really, and the way both Rio and the OC negotiate that is really compelling writing, and feels so in character for Rio. I really love it.

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Rio dreams of her that night, again. It’s irritatingly pedestrian – Elizabeth’s kissing him deep and then, ah, suddenly his gun’s in her hand and she shoots him, with a double encore. It’s always variations on the same futile theme. When he wakes it’s not that he’s freaked, unaware of reality or his whereabouts. But he’s been soaked in anger for so long. He can’t think straight, not on her. It’s honestly terrifying. Cos stubbornly keeping his head on right is – that’s him. Maybe her entire raison d’etre is destroying every single one of his attributes though.

He ain’t sure if his subconscious is desperately screaming that he’s made the wrong move, letting her live. Or if it’s the total opposite. Could be fucking neither. It’s not – it’s not getting any easier. And that main reason for not biting the bullet, that he’d be mad as hell for being mad as hell at himself over killing her, it's not smelling any less idiotic.

Climbing up the Walls by s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe 8k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Another canon divergence from 2.13 and an interpretation of how s3 could've gone, and another one I really love. There's a throughline of chaotic frustration to this fic that rings true to Rio's character for me, and the way that that reverberates through his moments not just with Beth, but alone and with other women, feels really textured and interesting and real. It's pretty great.

#this was fun to put together #so many good fiicccss #truly a blessed fandom #beth x rio #beth boland #rio #nbc good girls #gg fic #fic recs #welcome to my ama

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2

gif creds to @iconicspearb ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart.

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess.

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends.

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!”

“SpearB?!”

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!”

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis.

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else.

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip.

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal.

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air.

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented.

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement.

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage.

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice.

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.”

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special.

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings.

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy.

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding.

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax.

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing.

He was fucking mesmerizing.

He hadn’t even said a word.

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery.

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics.

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you.

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you.

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“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club.

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours.

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief.

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that?

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles.

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you.

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...”

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.”

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?”

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.”

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?”

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.”

“Heh, you’re probably right.”

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.”

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.”

“Want one of us to walk you home?”

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good.

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.”

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks.

“Of course.”

“Okay...don’t forget!”

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs.

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead.

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips.

Or was it one right and two lefts?

The street lights blurred into green and white lines.

I should be there shouldn’t I?

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill.

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night?

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard.

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees.

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--”

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again.

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?”

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask.

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?”

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs.

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?”

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours.

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.”

“--You need someone to walk you home?”

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain.

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.”

“Are you luring me right now?”

“What?! No!”

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before.

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?”

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different.

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Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment.

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.”

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches.

“Hey! What the--”

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?”

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous.

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly.

“All done. Better?”

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think.

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--”

“--Have I met you before?”

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.”

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?”

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.”

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them.

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention.

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.”

“That’s honorable.”

“You rather me do something else?”

“You want me to continue being respectful?”

“Do you want to be?”

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.”

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.”

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it.

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you.

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg.

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough.

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.”

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good.

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip.

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more.

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants.

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls.

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere.

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.”

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping.

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging.

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing.

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?”

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion.

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little.

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--”

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther.

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together.

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms.

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--”

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other.

“Are you okay?”

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids.

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--”

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?”

“I-I think so.”

“Did it feel good?”

“It felt...so good.”

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you.

“You want me to do you now?”

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.”

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours.

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses.

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough.

“My turn now?”

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned.

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully.

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there.

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip.

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too?

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled.

“Ooo scary.”

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily.

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.”

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?”

“I don’t say please.”

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?”

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!”

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall.

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue.

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared.

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time.

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you.

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue.

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow.

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum.

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.”

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you.

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?”

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face.

“You like how it feels like this then?”

“...yes.”

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.”

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration.

“You’re perfect.” He echoed.

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair.

“You’re perfect.”

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.”

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.”

“Very funny.”

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were.

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.”

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AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

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vicsdeangelis · 2 years ago

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short lil friends to lovers blurb i wrote based on the clip of Ethan at 5:56 in this video (partly bc i live in a very sunny, tropical area and the street he's driving on reminds me of this road by the beach that i used to drive on a lot, and partly bc i am very very in love with him lol)

also not long after i wrote this, a boy asked me to go to the beach with him. however he is sadly not Ethan(he plays guitar tho)

anyway enjoy! -drumstick blurb anon

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You were going to the beach with Ethan, the first meetup this year of what would be many. You hadn't seen him in months--your lives were both busy, with jobs and university and tour and whatnot, you figured it would be nice to catch up and reminisce on old times before all of the chaos started up again. You figured you'd walk along the beach, hang out, and possibly go somewhere to eat. This was a scenic route that you had been on many times, a nice tour of extravagant houses that nobody could buy, coupled with the impressive foliage unique to the area. You gazed out of the convertible, watching all of the mansions whiz by at the speed of light. The familar smell of chlorine from all of the ginormous pools and saltwater from the ocean filled your nostrils. The wind blew your hair in your face, how annoying. You chuckled, glancing over at him see if he was having the same problem. What you saw made you have to catch your breath.

You had always kinda liked him, you just never dwelled on your feelings that much because you never had the time. You weren't sure if he would reciprocate, and honestly why would he? It was much easier to just push it aside. However, it wasn't until this exact moment that you realized how truly deep you were in. You took in every detail: the bun that highlighted his beautiful glowing skin, the constellation of freckles going down his neck, freshly exposed by his tank top, the way his baby hairs were getting blown back by the wind, his side profile--his nose, his lips, his calm but determined expression while driving, his strong hand connected to his muscular arm clutching the wheel--it was all too much for you.

He was so so beautiful. And he was yours. Yours for the summer.

You envisioned laying on the beach and feeling the sun's warmth on your skin, being woken up to kisses going up your feet, lounging under the shade of a tree, falling asleep in his arms, kissing that only stopped when you needed to catch your breath, walking barefoot on the pavement, eating oranges and mangoes, drinking copious amounts of wine, lots of orgasms, the most bright clear ocean water, shopping in interesting places, getting gelato on your nose by accident, whispered "i-love-you's," dancing to street music, the calming lull of the ocean waves that drew you in...

Your hand met his instinctively, not intentionally. The reaction was a bit delayed, but he soon gave you a coy look that seemed to say "I know," his sunglasses slightly falling off. You wanted nothing more than to just grab them and toss them out of the car. You wanted him to look at you the way you had been at him for the past 15 minutes, which seemed like a lifetime.

Despite the barrier, you were still able to look into his eyes, even through the film of the glasses. They carried an air of uncertainty and anticipation. You looked away, it was too much once again. So many intense feelings in a short car ride.

You had really overstepped a boundary. You were friends, but not like that. He probably thinks way differently, he's probably freaked out, he's probabl-

You were jolted out of your anxious ramble by the feeling of a thumb rubbing your hand, as if to say "Hey, it's ok." He knew you well enough to know you were anxious. Did he know you well enough to know how fast your heart was pounding because of him, how every cell in your body had ignited just by the touch of his hand?

You gave him a weak look and his response was to raise your hand up and press a kiss to it. If the past couple of moments weren't enough for you, this was the nail in the coffin. This was it. You loved him. You loved him.

stopppppp this is so cute!!!!!!

#ask #late night blurbs #← even tho it's 3:30 pm but for tagging purposes kdjsksks #I WANT HIMMMM

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eagerforhoney · 3 years ago

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Somewhere Between - Chapter Three

Chapter Three: A Long Time Coming

WC: 2,846

CW: mentions of death, indifference towards death, virginity LOST, smut

He meets your gaze with a sheepish look before pouting and giving you a stiff nod. “C’mon over here, Darlin’. We’ll eat n’ I’ll tell ya what happened.” He starts making his way to sit under a tree on the bank of the river effectively blocking out some of the midday sun. You sit in front of him on the blanket he laid out and take the jerky he offers you, silently chewing to give him time to organize his thoughts. While you wait you take advantage of the opportunity to study his face: the planes of his jaw, his aquiline nose, how there are too many freckles sprayed across his face to count. As he takes deep breaths to center himself, you watch his broad shoulders rise and fall, dropping your gaze to his strong arms all the way down to his remaining hand which currently anxiously rubbed up and down his thick thigh. You had always thought him handsome and always felt something fond for him, but it was becoming very clear to you now just how much you felt for this man.

Your trance is broken by his gruff throat clearing. Your eyes quickly snap up to find him already looking at you. “Well,” he takes a big breath, “I ‘spose I should start with the worst bit. I’m sorry to tell ya that yer husband is no longer breathin’ air on this earth.” Your eyebrows shoot up, not quite surprised but shocked that Clyde was starting the story this way. “Alright,” you say back, “And what does that have to do with the town catchin’ fire?” His pout deepens as he continues. “I was tendin’ bar and he was already dead drunk, so I refused to refill his glass. He got mighty cross with me, and started hootin’ and hollerin’ about how I was a lousy barman and such. That didn’t really bother me all that much until he started goin’ off ‘bout ya.” You weren’t surprised by this, either. When Arthur would get particularly smashed he would start goin’ off on you about how you haven’t given him a baby yet, or how you read too much, or that the Logan boys knew more of you than he did. What confused you was why he thought that would bother Clyde so much. “What’d he say about me? Couldn’t have been so bad to leave the town in flames.” Your confusion made Clyde feel guilty, like he wasn’t explaining well enough. “I couldn’t bear to repeat the words he said against ya, Darlin’, but they were not the words a man says regardin’ his wife that much I know for sure. He spat at me ‘I know ya got a lil crush on my woman, but she could never love a man like you. Hell, you ain’t even a full man!’ which I’ve also heard before, as you know.” Clyde looks down to his lap, his hand now nervously rubbing against where his other arm stopped. He didn’t deny the part about having feelings for you, and it made your heart race. However, you didn’t want to bring it up and have him not finish his recounting of the night. You scoot closer to him and take his hand in both of your own, rubbing soothing patterns on his skin to encourage him to keep going. Clyde gives you a thankful smile before starting again. “I tried my best not to react, but that’s when he started spewin’ awful lies about ya, the most disrespectful sorta things that made me so damn mad. I just couldn’t stand there and let him keep goin’, ‘specially with the saloon full’a open ears. I came ‘round the bar and told him he better quit.” You could see in Clyde’s body shaking that he had not so soon forgotten his anger and remembering this was hard for him. You lifted the hand on top of his and rubbed up his arm to his shoulder to keep him calm. “It’s alright, Clyde. It’s all done now, so just tell me what happened next.” Your soft smile was a reminder to him that you deserved to know what happened, even though it scared him that after you knew, you wouldn’t want to associate with him anymore. Nevertheless he continued: “Well as you can imagine, Arthur did not heed what I said and told me you were a woman who should start pirootin’ as much as you had your nose in a book. I couldn’t take anymore and so I punched him square in the mug, and he went flyin’ back. Before I tell ya the rest, just know I love how much ya read, Darlin’. You were always so smart and I’d love to read with ya more one day.” You can’t help but smile at his aside, at how he felt it necessary to interrupt himself with the thought. You nod your head slowly and reply “Thank ya, Clyde. I know yer a big reader yerself, I’m sure we’d have a grand time readin’ together. If you ever finish this story, that is,” you finish with a joking jab to his ribs. He smiles at you showing his deep dimples and squeezes your hand underneath his own.

“Well, Darlin’, when he flew back the cigarette in his mouth flew out and landed on the ground underneath the table where some men were playin’ cards. There was a lot of spilled liquor there and in a flash the saloon was lit up. Not much time passed before the fire started jumpin’ from roof to roof, I only had time to run out and stuff Clem’s bags full before comin’ for ya. I didn’t even think about draggin’ Arthur outta the saloon, and I’m deeply sorry for that. There was just so much commotion all the sudden and all I could think about was you alone and asleep none the wiser.” Clyde’s eyes look into yours with the deepest sincerity and your heart melts. You could see how deeply he felt for you and your stomach was flipping around like a fish out of water. You sit silently for a while trying to process what happened in your town. “What about the others,” you start, “My parents, your Mama. Oh God, Clyde, what about Flip?” Clyde couldn’t help but feel warm at you worrying more about his own family than the fact that he was essentially responsible for your husband’s demise. “Mama left a few days ago to see Mellie in West Virginia, that’s where we’re headed. Before I went to fetch ya Flip told me he’d follow us once he helped contain the damage. He had to stay bein’ the Sheriff’s deputy n’ all.” He then dropped his smile before looking back at you. “The general store lit up so fast, Darlin’. There wasn’t a spare second to try and get out yer Ma and Pa. I’m so sorry, I wish I coulda done more.”

Before you could respond he pulls you into his lap to embrace you tightly. You were sad to learn of your parents’ passing though you had grown distant from them since your engagement. You honestly felt so lucky that Clyde had come to wake you up and save you. You would have been burnt to a crisp if it weren’t for this man. You squeeze him back with all your might, feeling his nose in the crook of your neck. It might be poor timing, but feeling him pressed against you made the heat in your belly spark to life, and the feeling of his breath down your neck made you shudder. You wanted to show Clyde just how grateful you were and what he means to you.

You lean back to stare into his eyes looking back at you before you grab his face with both hands and lock his plush lips to your own. His shock dissipates after a moment before his arms are wrapped around your back and he’s moving his lips hungrily against yours. Your body is on fire while simultaneously covered in goosebumps. Your fingers rake through his sweat damp hair and you hear him moan softly into your mouth. He gingerly swipes his tongue across your lips, asking for entrance. You heartily accept, your mouth opening and letting his tongue take control. The feel and taste of his tongue is like nothing you’ve ever experienced; the hot, wet dominance it brings makes you involuntarily rut against him in his lap. You both gasp but don’t stop your ministrations. Clyde’s arms have you pressed against him as much as possible, not a sliver of space between the two of you. Your hands skirt down and begin to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel the skin you had admired earlier. He regrettably pulls away from you, breathing heavily. “Darlin’,” he pants, “I really care for ya, before we go any further I want ya to know that. I ain’t just doin’ this for kicks.” You smile wide at him and lovingly rub your thumb across his cheek. “I know, Honey. I feel somethin’ fierce for ya too, honest. Now keep kissin’ me before I go crazy.” You lean in to continue to kiss his pink swollen lips before he stops you again. You look at him with a hint of rejection behind your eyes, and he blurts out his next words to stop you from full-on spiraling. “I have to tell ya somethin’ else. I, uh, well I, haven’t been with anyone this way before. I just don’ wanna disappoint ya.” You could have easily melted right there if he wasn’t holding you so tight in his embrace. “Clyde, that don’t mean nothin’ to me. I wanna be with you this way because I feel for you and wanna show you. Do you feel strange that I’ve been with someone this way? Because I can tell you right now it’s already better than all the times I’ve been with Arthur combined.” You give him a reassuring smile which he returns before he leans in to catch your lips with his own again.

You get his shirt off of him and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips is better than you imagined. You quickly pull your own shirt out of your pants and pull it over your head only to press yourself against him again. You both shudder at the feeling, and Clyde breaks your kiss to admire yore bare chest. He looks to you for confirmation before softly and sweetly kissing all the way down your neck and chest before taking one of your breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the erect nipple while his large hand kneads the other. You pull the hair at the nape of his neck, now shamelessly rolling your hips into his. It’s only moments before you can feel his stiff length through his jeans which only spurs you on more. You moan at the gentle bites he litters across your breasts, his hand now gripping your hip and guiding your motions against him. “Clyde, please, I want you.” you rasp out, desperate now to feel him on top of you, inside you.

He shuffles onto his knees and lays you tenderly on your back against the blanket you were sitting on. You quickly shrug your pants off and help him unbutton his. As his pants come down his length springs free, bobbing at attention. Your jaw drops at the sight of him. The only naked man you’ve seen was Arthur, and it wasn’t too much to look at frankly. Clyde was long and thick, the veins bulging around his length making you even more eager to have him inside you. You look up at him and he gives you the same rub to your cheek that you gave him moments ago before climbing over you. Your legs spread open to accommodate his wide frame and his eyes trail down to look at your glistening center. Another moan escapes his mouth as his fingers follow his eyes, trailing down your chest and stomach, all the way down to your core. You inhale sharply as his fingers tease your folds, feeling how wet you are for him. You’ve never been this wet before, it was surprising for both of you. His shorter arm bracing his weight at the side of your head, his fingers begin to push at your entrance. You grip his biceps tightly and frantically nod your head, silently begging for him to enter you. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your folds as he slowly slips two fingers inside you, feeling you instantly tighten around him. “God almighty, Honeybee, you feel so amazin’ and I’ve only felt ya with my fingers. Let me get ya ready for me, alright?” You smile sweetly at him and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, sending you reeling in bliss. This already felt so indescribably delicious, you can’t even imagine how good his cock is going to feel. After a few moments of listening to your moans morph into whimpers, Clyde removes his finger and grabs his length. He runs the head of his cock up and down your pussy, getting it wet enough to slide into you. He looks you straight in the eyes as he finally sinks into you, a guttural moan erupting from deep in his chest. You forget to breathe until he starts moving, slow and deep. Your hands are wrapped around him, grasping for purchase across his back, anything to try and ground you. He was so large in every way – you felt completely encased in him as he thrusted into you. Only moments after he began you were only able to cry his name and to beg for more.

The elation you were feeling compared to nothing you had experienced in your life. You felt so safe, so close to him as his arm rubbed up and down your body wherever he could reach. His eyes never left yours and it only made the feeling that much more intense. You could feel your stomach getting tighter and tighter, and your breath getting shorter and shorter. Clyde’s hand left your breast to rub his thumb at the bundle of nerves right at the top of your pussy. How he knew about this as a supposed virgin, you couldn’t say. You would have to ask later because after just a couple of swipes of his thumb you felt like you had exploded from the inside. The tightness in your belly released, and you felt like you were floating. You felt like you were out of your own body, yet still feeling every sensation so intensely. You grip Clyde’s neck and pull yourself up to kiss his neck and nuzzle into him while you try to gain your wits about you again. The moment your ecstasy began his hips began stuttering, accompanied with unbridled grunts and exclamations. “Darlin’, I– I’m gonna let go, I can’t hold it.” You nod into the crook of his neck, encouraging him. “Go ahead, I’m right here. Take me as your own, go on.” With that Clyde groans and slams hard into you before you feel something you have never felt: you feel his cum shoot inside you, filling you up with warmth both physically and emotionally. It keeps going and going, and soon you feel it leaking out of you from around his cock. He gives a few lazy strokes both stuffing his cum deeper inside you while the ample excess continues to leak out of you.

You both hold each other close as you wait for your breath to return to your lungs. His hand lightly scratches you up and down your back, keeping you with him in this moment. Finally you lift your face from your spot of safety and he kisses your lips with the lightest touch. He pulls his softening cock from you, somehow even more of his cum leaking out of you. He then stands up and jogs down to the river. He comes back up with his bandana soaking wet and kneels down beside you. “Let me clean you up, Blossom. It can be painful for ya if ya don’t.” You nod and grab his arm for stability as he wipes away the mess you both made between your legs. After he is satisfied he lays his bandana in the sun to dry before coming back to you, carrying your blanket and laying behind you, spreading the second blanket over the top of the both of you. He wraps his arm around your front and pulls you back against him. You feel his nose in your hair and his lips against your head. You never felt this way after laying with Arthur; never so safe, so happy, so content. You lace your fingers with his as they rub lazily across your stomach and close your eyes, letting the warm sun and Clyde’s warm body lull you into a much needed rest.

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lunaekalenda · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a Jean x Reader fic where reader is Marco's beloved little sister and basically follows the "Im in love with my brother's best friend" trope? And Reader doesn't do anything about it because she thinks Jean only sees her as a little sister (bc that's what he always says) but Jean is madly in love with her too? And hw never says anything until she does something really reckless. (Any Au is okay :) )

omg yes yes!! of course! i hope you like it! 💖 sorry for the waiting, anon!

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❁ jean x reader!

❁ modern au!

❁ all are college students (age +18), mention of alcohol, food.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!" Marco was at the door, putting on his shoes. You nod while you look at your big brother, a smile on his mouth when he sees your eyes from behind the kitchen's door, eating some doritos. "Oh, Jean is coming for dinner." You almost choke. You cough and Marco looks at you. "Y/n?"

"The dorito was spicy, sorry." Jean Kirstein is coming to have dinner at your home. Jean is Marco's best friend since the two of them wore diapers. Marco laughs.

“I told you they were spicy. Well, I'll go now, I’m late! Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll cook once we arrive home!”

You don’t like cooking, but you like even less to be alone with Jean while Marco is occupied. Marco never wants you or him to help, which means you’ll be alone with Jean when he cooks. You remembered your room was a mess and your makeup is in the main bathroom. You run to go and order things a bit, just in case Jean needs to use the bathroom and sees all your makeup around. You also entered your room and got changed, using a pretty outfit based in pastel pink clothes.

Jean is just a couple years older than you, but he thinks about you as his little sister, or so does he say. After all, he and Marco are like brothers, so that makes you her "fake lil-sis." You're tired of that sentence. Of that "How's my sis today?". You want him to look at you like a girl, someone to fall in love with. Not someone to apply a fake blood rule. Marco trains football until 8 p.m, so you have exactly an hour to get all clean. Even when you and Marco are really tidy people, it’s impossible to keep all the things in their places. You’re sitting on your bed, moving your legs with nervousness, when you hear the boys entering home.

“We’re back!” Marco yells. You prepare yourself for acting as nothing happens while you go down stairs. Your brother is taking out his shoes and giving his friend house slippers.

“Hi, welcome.” Your voice comes out more shy than you’ve expected. Jean looks up, his hazel eyes looking directly at yours. You feel your legs weak when he smiles.

“Hi, y/n!” he says. For your luck, you hear another voice.

“Is y/n here?” Connie’s voice is listened behind Marco.

“She lives here, idiot.” Jean comes in and you look how his tall body is now positioned near yours. Connie smiles and runs toward you, his arm around your shoulders.

“Jean, sometimes people go and spend nights out with friends, specially if you’re coming.” The boy clicks his tongue. “Long time no see, bestie.” You laugh. It’s true that Connie is one of your best friends, he’s in your math group, and his outgoing personality made him became one of your best friends really quick, and also Marco’s.

"You're having dinner here?" Connie shakes his head.

"Nah. Today I cook on the shared flat, I don't want to leave Sasha without dinner or she'll eat my chocolate reserves. I just came to steal a couple beers to Marco." Marco points the fridge with his index. Connie laughs. "Bro, I know where your fridge is, but thanks anyway."

They have a trust in each other that you envy, is so natural for them to visit the others' houses, and they're comfortable with it. As you're comfortable with them hanging around your house, seeing Marco so happy. Jean crosses his arms, his arm touching yours for a second. Your braincells disconnect from your body and you enter in a kinda of Jean repetitive thoughts. Connie sits on your sofa, opening a beer.

"Well, I'll go and make some pasta. You guys can play there." Connie takes the remotes, giving one to Jean and another to you.

"Marco, you should play with them." you say. "I'll cook."

"Don't worry! I beat their asses every day, now it's your turn to do the same." he says, entering the kitchen. You sigh, taking the remote. They put a shooter. You sit in the middle of your sofa, giving space to Jean to sit near Connie.

"Fuck, I'm so bad at this..." You say. Even knowing is a cooperative game against zombies, you're always the first one to die. Jean laughs quietly, before sitting next to you. His leg collides with yours in a jokingly way.

"I'll protect you." he says. You know he's talking about the game, but you can't help and start daydreaming about him and you, how his long fingers will take your hand and pull you to his chest, whispering those words on...

"Oi, Jean, you're not that good to protect her! Zombies will kill you two unless I protect you both!"

"Connie you suck at this game." Jean defends himself.

"I'm sure Y/N prefers me to protect her. Or do you prefer Jean?"

He's dead man. He knows perfectly what do you feel. He knows you like Jean a lot, and he has been trying to make you confess. Jean looks at you, his sweet gaze fixed on your eyes. Yo look down.

"I think I can handle it by myself." Connie laughs and Jean roasts him. The game starts. You watch how Jean's fingers change quickly between all the buttons: pressing, touching, moving. You look again to the TV, blushed. You shouldn't be thinking this things. Concentrate in the game, Y/N. Concentrate. The game goes strangly well, the three of you comunicate your plans easily to the others, and it all goes well. Jean rests his back against the sofa, making his t-shirt go out a bit and his sport shorts tighten around his worked body. You can't take your eyes out. You blush again and you feel how your remote vibrates, indicating you're being eat by a zombie. Connie sighs and Jean looks at the screen.

"Fuck, Y/N, sorry." he says. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"I was distracted, sorry." Connie smiles.

"What distracted you, bestie?" he asks. You're going to kill him. You don't answer, getting up and asking what do they want to drink. Jean asks for a glass of water and Connie asks if you could bring something to eat, even when he has to leave in ten minutes. You give Jean his glass and Connie some chips.

"Thank you, bestie." he says. You look at him, faking a smile.

"Eat and be silent for a while, bestie." he nods and eats. Even knowing you're joking, he doesn't say anything for a bit. He's concentrated in the game, as Jean is. You go to the kitchen and ask Marco if he needs soemthing. He shakes his head, preparing the sauce for the spaghetti.

"Weren't you playing?" he asks. You nod.

"Yep. I died." he smiles. Marco's smile is the most bright and beautiful smile you ever seen. You wanted to have a smile like his, but you only have his same eyes and freckles. He looks at you.

"Go, go. Don't leave my guests alone!" you nod and went back again to the living room. The game is finished, with Connie and Jean's stadistics in the screen.

"Look, bunny!" he says "I was the better one to protect you!". It's true that Jean's stadistics are better than Connie's.

"Oi, Kirstein, you're just a bit better... It was luck." he says. He looks the hour on his glass and gets up. "Well, I'll go home now. It was a pleasure." he says. You accompany him to the door. "I wish you luck, bestie. I'm sure you need it." You punch playfully Connie's shoulder before hugging him. "And, mark my words: He's just waiting." Then, he leaves, without giving you the opportunity to ask what the heck he meant by that. You head back to the living room, where Jean is sitting on the sofa. His sweater is on a near chair. It's so big and looks so comfortable...

"Do you want to play more?" you ask. Jean looks at you while you sit, giving him space. He smiles.

"Why not! Do you want me to teach you how to play this one?" he takes a open world game. You know he's really good at them. Marco, Jean and Eren usually play online every saturday, and they want you to join their team, but you haven't played that much. You nod. "Okay, let me..." He moves near to you. He takes the controller and gives one to you, keeping him the other. He enters the game. "Well, choose a character, bunny."

He has been calling you bunny since he discovered how much you like bunnies. They're so fluffy and beautiful, you like them. You have one, called "Wink", because he has a genetic problem that makes him wink one of his beautiful eyes. He was about to be sacrificed because of that, but you saved him in the last moment. He's now a happy bunny with a curious talent. You doesn't dislike the pet name Jean gave you years ago, but it makes him sound like he's calling you a really affectionate nickname.

You go back to reality and choose a cute little girl using a big hat. He chooses a near character and clicks play. "Okay. This is the main city, so now you have to climb here to unlock the map..." he explains you for a while, and you follow his character. Sometimes, when he moves his leg, his knee collides with yours. Now, you're totally stuck in a level.

"Jean, how do I...?" he looks at your character, stuck between two walls.

"Can I?" he puts his hands near your controller and, when you're about to give it to him, he puts his big hands on top of yours, covering them. His fingers pressed lightly against yours. You look at him, but he has his eyes fixed on the screen, as he moves your fingers with his. “You have to move like this, silly...” he says. But you can’t concentrate in anything more than his scent near you, the warmth his body irradiates and his fingers pressing yours sweetly. You feel how your heart speeds up it's beat.

"Y/N!" Marco yells. "Can you take the garbage to the container, please?" he asks. You yell yes in response, getting away from Jean's body. You get up fast. He does the same, suddenly kinda uncomfortable.

"I'll accompany you, bunny." he says. You nod, taking the garbage bag. Jean follows you silently. The container is not far from your house, just a couple crosswalks. You take the bag and start walking. It's dark now, and the street is really quiet. Just your steps and Jean's can be heard. He follows you keeping a distance, his long legs making short steps. "The night is beautiful today." he says. You nod in response. You look at both sides before crossing the street.

"Maybe a little bit cold." you say. He quickens the pace to be near to you. The sweater he took from the chair is around his waist, so he takes it and puts it on your shoulders.

"Use it. I'll take the bag." he says. You murmur a little "thanks" while putting his sweater on. It smells like him. You try to take the bag from his hands back, but he moves. "Jean, give me back the trash." He smiles playfully.

"Take it from me, bunny." he jokes. His long arms move the bag, avoiding you to take it. He's playing near the road, so if you go around him and surprise him from the road, you can take it. That's why you go down to the road, without looking and without noticing a car that is coming fast towards you. The car lights were really low, and that didn't make you realize it was coming. But now, now that Jean yelled your name and the car beeped, you realize you're about to be hitted by it.

You can't move, your body is totally paralyzed. You knew the car was trying to stop, but the high velocity it got is impossible to stop. You thought you'll feel a hard hit, but you felt a soft thing around you.

Jean's body is around yours when you find you two on the street. It takes you a couple seconds to realize what happened.

"Jean, Jean, Jean." you move him. Got he hit by the car? Did he put his body between yours and the car? He looks at you, his eyes searching your gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asks. You nod while he gets up, helping you to fo the same.

"And you? Did it hit you?" He shakes his head.

"I just pulled you against me, that's why we were on the floor." He explains. "None of us got hit. But you have to be more careful, what could have happened to you if I wasn't here? You coul... Y/N?" he asks. Tears are running down your tears. He takes you in a hug, his big and warm body protecting yours.

"Sorry." You say. You feel how he caresses you hair.

"You scared me. I thought the car was going to hit you. Be more careful." You nod. You try to make a joke, to make things more comfortable.

"You're really a good fake brother."

"That's what you think of me?" he asks. Isn't that what he wants you to think? Isn't he the one calling you sis? His hands explore a bit your body, with long caresses from your neck to your low back. His long fingers running slow on your skin.

"That's what you think of me" you answer. He clicks his tongue.

"You never showed any interest in me. I gave up and treated you like a sister. That's what you wanted, no?" You wanted to look at him, but he doesn't let you, pressing your head soflty against his chest.

"I was in love with you, Jean. But you came home and tell my brother how good Mikasa looked and «How are you, little sister?». What I was supossed to do? Compete with an older girl? Make you realize I'm not your little sister?"

He doesn't say nothing for a while. He breathes deeply, before talking.

"Sorry, I was nervous. I thought the car was going to hit you. I thought I was about to see you getting hit." he says. His breath is a little bit irregular now. Taking some valor, you leave a kiss on his chest, where is heart is ubicated. He sighs. "I also liked you. But it didn't feel good, you were my bestie's little sister. I didn't want to ruin my friendship or worse, your relation with your brother. I thought it was better for me to stay away. That's why I treated you like that. I was trying to convince myself. It didn't work." he lets out a little laugh.

"I felt like you were serious about it. That's why I never said anything. But I do like you, Kirstein."

"You're a lucky girl." he says. He keeps your head buried on his chest. "Because I also like you, Bott." he says. He leaves a soft kiss on your hair and, shyly, accompanies you to throw the garbage. There's silence. Once you're walking back, in the same silence, he breaks it. "Should we date, then?" he asks. "We're both adults and we like each other, doesn't it work like that?" he asks. You nod.

"But, Marco?" he says then. Oh, you forgot about him. Marco, your brother, his best friend.

"Oh, true..."

"Well, Marco is home and we aren't." he says. "He isn't going to miss us a couple minutes, right?" his voice getting low as his lips got closer to yours. "You don't know how many times I wanted to kiss those lips or caress this body." he murmurs. You tangle your hands around his neck.

"Why you didn't, then?" you ask. He lets out a little laugh.

"Now I have all the time of the world to kiss you." you feel his soft lips against yours. His hands around your waist and yours tangled on his hair. It feels so good.

"I hope so."

m e a n w h i le

"do you think he confessed?" Connie asks. Marco keeps taking out plates while talking to Connie on the phone.

"They have been out for twenty minutes. I'm a 99% sure he did, and he's corrupting my little sister behind a house." he says.

"He doesn't want to break your sister's relation with you." Connie says. Marco sighs.

"My sister is in love with him. If both like each other, it's none lf my business."

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