#*leans on cool wall* heyyyy-

[mintygreencake]

I will never not love it when people have rook be related or know Casper 🙏🏾

JULIANNE!!! SHES READY SHES HERE IM KINDA PROUD OF MYSELF HEHEHEHE

[naturesapphic]

heyyyy!!! if u can could u write a fic where the reader and billie are best friends but it all changes when the reader jokes about calling billie “mommy” but billie gets turned on by it (turns into smut if possible) 💞💞💞💞💞💞

Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, fingering

“Billie!” You giggled out as billie was telling you a hook up gone wrong and the two of you were laughing y’all’s asses off about it. “Then- then! She she moaned out another girls name!” Billie said gasping dramatically which made you laugh harder. “Oh my God! That’s awful! How do you get with such weirdos?” You ask your best friend and she shrugs, fixing the hat on her head. “Don’t know but don’t get on to me! You hook up with weirdos too!” She laughed out, showing the metal in her teeth.

You roll your eyes playfully and shove her gently making her giggle. “Well it sounds like my weirdos aren’t worse than yours.” You clap back and she shakes her head. “What’s the craziest name someone called you during sex?” You ask Billie and she thinks for a moment. “Mommy.” She says bluntly and you stifle your giggle. “Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?” You tease and Billies face got red in the face from your words. “Say it again.” She spoke in a quiet whisper and you felt your whole body get chills. “Uh….mommy? I mean they weren’t wrong. You give off such huge mommy and daddy vibes so-“ you said but got interrupted by Billie’s lips ghosting over yours.

“B-Billie?” You whisper and she smiles, looking deep into your eyes. “I give off daddy and mommy vibes?” She asks, making sure she heard you right. “That’s what I just said yes-“ you said with a bit of attitude that made Billie roll her eyes but still had a smile plastered on her face. “I want to make you moan it.” She confessed and you felt your face go tomato red from her words. The two of you didn’t say anything for a few seconds until you surged forward and connected your lips with your best friends. Billie kissed back immediately and pushed you gently on your back so it hits the couch cushions. She pulls back for a moment and takes off her jacket, leaving her in her oversized shirt and pants. “Is this okay? I don’t want to go further if you don’t want this.” Billie asks with softness laced in her voice.

“Y-yes I want this. I want you bils…” you stated and Billie’s lips curved up into a huge smile that made your heart melt. She leaned back down to capture your lips to hers again and started taking off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. She rips your panties off and pulls away to look at you. “Fuck…so gorgeous…” she groans as she takes in the beauty of your glistening pussy. She goes back to kissing you and then starts attacking your neck, her hands go to your hips as she spreads your legs wide. Billie starts rubbing your cunt softly with her fingers, the coolness of her rings making you shiver and moan. “You’re so wet Angel…so wet for me…” she says in a low voice making your pussy clench. She inserts two fingers into you making you gasp out in surprise, your walls swallowing her fingers easily.

Billie pumped her fingers as she used her thumb to start attacking your clit. “O-oh….b-Billie!” You moan out and Billie stops her movements making you whine out. “Tsk tsk…you know that’s not my name baby…”. Billie reminds you and you whimpered. “Mommy..” you whisper and she smiles, pumping her fingers at an ungodly pace. You throw your head back and chanted mommy over and over again. “G-gonna cum mommy!” You moan out as you felt the tightness in your stomach. “Let go baby. Be a good girl for mommy and cum.” She sweetly instructed. You moaned at her words and came all over her fingers making her groan. She pulls out and places her fingers in her mouth, moaning at your taste. “Maybe you should call me mommy more.”

A/n: thank you for the amazing request anon! I hope you and everyone else enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[ma1dita]

heyyyy! can i get a ticket for the graveyard smash! starring steve harrington with chocolate and ice cream??

1980s horror film

[STARRING: STEVE HARRINGTON x reader ;  “Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.” “How long have you been watching me?” ] wc: 1.3k warnings: MDNI- mentions of unspecified drugging, kidnapping, dubcon, light bondage, biting biting biting, slight p in v at the end; hot topic was first opened in 1989 but i couldn’t care less about accuracy rn okay go be horny and enjoy

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This happened because of an ice cream and an offer.

It was after 9pm already with Starcourt void of mindless Hawkins crowds, and the building dimmed to help the few poor souls who close up shop on $3.35 an hour.

You were a pretty thing that walked by every so often and quite frankly the only reason he’d always find himself looking in the direction of the brand new Hot Topic that opened up three stores down—powdered skin and blood red lips dressed straight out of a dark fantasy. Pretty weird—Dustin swore he’s seen a picture of you in the Dungeons and Dragons handbook. But something about you was captivating; Steve would choke on air every time your eyes would meet over the register on days his friend would drag him in to look at collectibles and game pieces. This looks like a store the freaks he used to bully would frequent more, but as he moseys around the aisles pretending to look interested in merch from bands he’s never heard of and a wall of different fishnet stockings and nose piercings—he doesn’t realize you’ve snuck up next to him.

“Find what you’re looking for?”

Steve flinches slightly when your voice cuts through a lull in the incomprehensible screamo music that reverberates through the store. He’s an oddity here, the all-American sweetheart standing against your rack of black lace and ripped jeans.

“Um, I’m not…sure,” he stutters, suave confidence quickly broken at the sight of you smirking at his discomfort. He booked it quickly after that, opting to stand outside and stare through the window while Dustin’s gummy grin greeted you with his purchase.

You haven’t left his mind since—so his way of coping was to lean against the counter of his workplace keeping his eyes peeled for a cloud of darkness to walk by.

“You’ve always wanted things you can’t have, huh dingus?” his best friend said, nudging him roughly as she chucks her sailor hat at him and swivels toward the exit, “See you tomorrow!”

“W-what? You’re not gonna help me close up?”

Robin smirks as she walks backwards, pointing in the direction of your store and grinning at his dumbfounded expression, “You got it, tough guy. Here’s your opportunity!”

And it came in the form of watching you throw your whole weight on the rolling storefront gate, grunting as it bounced back to the midway point.

Thankfully Steve was always a helpful guy, especially with pretty girls in need.

“Need a hand?”

“God, how long have you been watching me? This is embarrassing,” you laugh—and the sound of it sounds cool to the touch. Your platform boots thunked against the tile floor, his attention gravitating upwards from your stockinged legs up to the corset that pushed your ti–what is he doing here again? Steve clears his throat, looking in any other direction, licking his lips as his hands pressed against yours to push the gate shut, and it felt like magic. Electric, he thinks, and he looks at you with bated breath before asking if you want an ice cream before he closes the shop.

What a treat, right?

The last time Steve had a headache this bad, Billy Hargrove had beaten him to a pulp and given him a mild concussion.

He’s laid out and completely bare, hands and ankles bound with ropes to the posts of your bed. Blinking slowly, he realizes he can’t see much in the dim candlelight that fills your bedroom, twinkling through the gauzy fabric that hangs from your canopy. Your weight is almost comforting against the firmness of his torso if it weren’t for the fact that goosebumps cover every inch of his skin. And you’re looking down at him with your canines bared in a toothy grin.

“Been waiting for you to wake up, pretty boy,” you coo. Steve groans at the sight of you wearing nothing but moonlight, sitting atop him like a queen on her throne. He can feel his cock standing at attention and resting against the plump of your asscheeks, soft and smooth like the rest of you. Steve can’t tell if this is his worst nightmare or biggest dream come true, still in a haze as he watches your black claws for nails rake slowly up his hairy chest, index finger grazing a nipple and he hisses— a sound you’ve pulled out from deep within his core. You laugh at his utter desperation; it’s a funny thing to be wanted by someone so completely opposite of you, so good it almost feels wrong. But nothing about the way your lipstick marks dot his skin could ever feel like this was not meant to be.

“How…what ha—” he slurs, until a perfectly manicured finger taps against his open mouth, dragging the digit down towards his Adam's apple. It almost scratches at him, the stiletto shape sharp enough to pierce his jugular if you pressed down with force. Your tongue peeks out from behind your plush lips, messy and stained dark red which is now becoming your favorite color with how good Steve makes it look.

“Shhh….” you pout, “Don’t ruin it baby. Gonna make you feel good, okay?” There’s a breathiness to your voice, sounding like something out of a black and white film. Your makeup is smearing further when you bite your lip like that, staining the front of your teeth as you languidly kiss and lick at the sensitive spots on his neck, to his collarbones, and down to his nipples. Spit gurgles in his throat as Steve moans, writhing against his restraints at your actions.

And then you bite him.

Teeth sinking into the meat of his pec, Steve Harrington howls in surprise as you mark him, fingertips soothing over the indents as you place your mouth onto his open one, remembering to grind your wetness onto his cock and he’s gasping for air between kisses. The sensations are overwhelming—his brain short-circuits before kissing you back, opening up to let you devour him, teeth and tongue and spit. The balmy texture of your lipstick has made its way onto Steve’s taste buds and he swallows it whole to try and remember you in case this isn’t real.

But the hood of your clit catches on his cockhead after you swipe your hips against his and the both of you moan into each other’s throats. He has a hold on you too, even if you can’t see it. You bite his bottom lip before detaching from it, watching it swell under your constant attention. Leaning over him once more, he croaks at the feeling of your tits pressing against his chest, someone pinch him if this isn’t real—but the pain spikes through his system when you bite the soft of his neck. Again, and again, and again, hickeys mapping down his pulsepoint at your insistence. 

Steve doesn’t see it coming, the pain building at the heat in his stomach until his cock physically throbs against your folds and his vision blurs at the sensation until he feels your palms against his chest and hears you clicking your tongue.

“Really? God you have terrible timing, Stevie. I’m still having fun.”

Cum leaks between your thighs as his body twitches beneath you and you sigh, “That just won’t do, baby. You can handle it can’t you?” Your hand slithers down to cup his balls, massaging him as he spurts onto his lower stomach. There’s tears in the corner of his eyes as he pleads, “Wait…” The blood pools to the surface of his skin, sensitive to the touch. Steve’s a pretty thing underneath you, decorated in blooming bruises, and you decide that red must be his color.

He looks good enough to eat.

You hitch your leg over his hips properly mounting him as you sink yourself onto his overstimulated cock. The way your eyes roll into the back of your head, he’s not sure if he’s hurt you—and then your mouth pulls into a smile, almost as if a form of self-destruction as you lift up onto your haunches again, about to strike.

“Ready?”

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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!

[lesyeuxdemoii]

paige bueckers x oc

part1 part 2

: cursing, smut.

not proofread

:heyyyy, ik its been a while, but here we are. also, thank u so so much for the love that p1 received, i appreciate it a lot u guys don’t even knowww 😫 love yall and enjoy ♥️

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June 22nd. My 20th birthday.

I hadn’t even thought about big parties since my parents spiritually left the home. Giselle was upset with it, but what could she do? I never agreed on anything serious, so it was always her, me and a little cake that we ordered the same day. But this year was different. —

Current day: June 19th.

“I don’t know what to do with her, like, i don’t get it how she thinks that skipping her 20th is acceptable.” - Gigi sighed, laying on the couch of one of her friends’ dorm, looking blankly on the white celling.

“Gi, bro, forcing her won’t go either” - Aria, her best friend, shook her head explaining.

“It has to.”

“But it won’t.”

Gigi’s shoulders slumped, her frustration being evident. “You are not helping.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t…like…worry that much? I mean, she’s a grown woman, well, almost. She knows what is better for her, and—“

“What if we try something else?” - Paige, who had been quietly listening past 20 minutes, finally spoke up, gaining all the attention.

“I have a good friend, he owns cool villa at the beach, and there’s also a club nearby. We-You can gather whoever she wants there. It’d be low-key, she is going to like it, m’pretty sure.”

Giselle sat up, her eyes shining with excitement. Oh yeah, it was definitely the best thing suggested.

—

Current day: June 22nd. The birthday.

At first, I hesitated about the whole idea, but when Gigi mentioned that Paige was the one who came up with this, I immediately agreed. My sister invited few of her and my closest friends, which I certainly approved.

Paige didn’t lie when she said that the villa was “cool”, it was actually…something. It was a modern, huge, sleek maison right next to the beach. It had large windows framing the blue view, a patio, including a pool. Inside, it was bright and airy with some decor. Each bedroom had its own balcony, and a short path that leaded to the private beach. Paige, once again, outdid herself.

One thing that also made the whole picture top tier, was how good she looked today.

Paige was leaning against the wall, the gray tank top clung to her, highlighting her toned frame, while her black patterned shorts rested loosely. Her hair was slicked back into a sleek, low bun and of course, the infamous smirk was plastered on her face. The confidence, the unmatchable and bright aura that was radiating from her made me feel dizzy, it took me everything to not to just pull her into a passionate kiss, as i reminded myself where we two were.

I subconsciously bit my lip at her sight, which didn’t go unnoticed by her, obviously.

“This is unbelievable…” - Hana, the youngest of us, said, looking around with silly grin on her face.

“As soon as I get to the Royals, Imma buy something like this for me. .” - Katarina announced, making me giggle.

“Uh-uh, sure.” - Amina sook her head, already going upstairs.

“You’re not even invited, bitch!”

“You’re not allowed to talk like that.”

“You’re not allowed to talk in general.”

Amina’s dramatic gasp had everyone bursting into laughter, as I couldn’t help but feel a wave of happiness wash over me. I mentally promised myself that the day surely would be better than I thought.

—

I had been lying back on the deckchair, wearing a sleek black bikini that fit snugly against my skin. The bandeau strapless top hugged my chest, while the thin strings of the bikini bottom rested lightly on my hips. Over it, a sheer black cover-up flowed loosely around me, its fabric barely grazing my body as the breeze moved it. With my eyes closed, the world around me seemed to fade. The beach had been peaceful—just the soft sound of waves rolling onto the shore. A gentle breeze had swept across my body, cooling the heat from the sun while the salty air filled my lungs with each deep breath. In the distance, I could barely hear others’ laughter through my earpods, playing one of partynextdoor’s songs from Paige’s playlist. When I was peacefully humming to the music, I felt little drops of water from above on my skin, which made me open my eyes and stop the music.

“You like this?” - Paige hovered over me, her hair and body soaking wet, as she placed her hands on her hips.

Before I answer, my gaze was fixed on her abs, which sent waves right down there.

“Yes, everything’s really nice.” - I said sincerely, sating up and smiling softly at her.

She smiled back, looking around to check if anyone’s watching. When she made sure, she leaned in, capturing our lips in a short, sweet kiss. Paige’s lips barely even touched mine, but it felt too good to complain.

“You look good in this.” — she hinted on my bikini, pulling away and sitting next to my legs.

I raised my eyebrows, smirk plastered on my face.

“You do?”

She licked her lips. “Yeah, but…”

Before I could open my mouth, she continued.

“I would give everything to take it off from you right now.”

I instantly blushed, turning my head away to avoid her piercing blue eyes. I squeezed my thighs together, letting her know that it’s not the best moment to turn me on. Paige smirked, positioning her hand on my knee, caressing it.

“You are so stupid. And horny.”

“Chilllll, prolly horny, but stupid is wild.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and got up from my place, proceeding to join the rest.

Her eyes lingered on my waist, then on my ass, and then on my shiny and long hair. Paige was always down bad for me, but she never accepted it out-loud. The perfect example of it was my picture on her wallpaper, but it wasn’t just an ordinary one. I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of a hotel room in nothing but panties and white T-shirt. It was bunched in my hands and lifted, revealing my waist and white bra underneath, my tits being pushed up, no face being shown. When she was asked about it, she told she saved it from Pinterest because of the vibe. No one had a single suspicion, not even my sister.

-

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't take my eyes off me. The most beautiful, ethereal and magical dress clung to my body. It sparkled like the night sky, a deep blue so rich it seemed to pull in all the light around me. The thick straps framed my shoulders, and the short skirt of it hugged my curves just perfectly. A golden sunburst spread across my chest, its rays shimmering as I shifted slightly. Tiny embroidered fairies seemed to float across the fabric, their wings glinting like they were ready to flutter off. It wasn't just a dress; it felt like I stepped straight out of the fairytale. Paige gifted it me specifically for my birthday two days before it. I had to lie to Gigi that I bought it myself, but it was hard to hide my excitement from her.

The whole outfit was completed with my matching blue heels and gold jewelry. Giselle did my makeup, enhancing my features with glossy lips, sparkly eyeshadows, pink blush and long, mascara covered lashes. Golden skin was covered in glittered oil. My hair was styled in slight waves, giving me an exotic look.

-

“And I swear to God, if not his mom standing right there, I would’ve punched him on his fucking face.”

Amina was bubbling something, but I was conviced that no one was paying attention. After having too many drinks, dancing too wildly, everyone was more than wasted. Paige laid her head on my shoulder, both of us enjoying the moment of carelessness. She was whispering sweet things to me and they step by step were becoming something else.

“You look so good in this dress”

“I’m glad I bought it for you.”

“You are beautiful.”

“You smell so good.”

“Wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Would you let me fuck you in this?”

“I want to have you right here.”

“Lemme taste you.”

After her words became loud enough for the others to hear, I warned.

“Paige, slow down.”

“Let’s get out of here, baby, please.” - she begged.

It took a second for me to think, taking the fact that nobody cares enough to watch in our direction, when I slowly nodded.

The walk back was quick, all the way Paige was talking about whatever, while her long and strong arm rested on my shoulders. When we got to her room, she quickly pressed me on the wall, immediately connecting our lips in a hungry kiss. She was so inpatient, so intense that I even thought that she was going to suffocate me. I savored the sweet taste of her Dirty Shirley, making me unintentionally moan. She leaded us to the bed, dropping me on it and getting on her knees. She spread my legs, lifting up the dress to my chest.

“Don’t ruin it.” - I warned.

“I will buy you another one.” - she stated, trailing sloppy kisses on my thighs. My head dropped back from the feeling of her lips on my skin. Finally, her fingers brushed the tip of my underwear, taking it off. She met the sight of my wet cunt surrounded by juices, she could feel her own pussy clunch at that.

“So fucking pretty.” - she murmured more to herself than to me, caressing it with her index finger, making me gasp at the contact. She looked at me with sincere eyes, slowly making her way to my cunt, and when she attached her lips to my clit, I moaned extremely loud. She started to kiss, suck, lick, bite, literally everything that came to her mind. She went from my pussy to my thighs again, licking them, then to my stomach and back to my clit. She was speeding up, making my eyes to blur.

“Shit, P…Paige.” - my hands flew to her head, shoving her deeper in my dripping pussy. She took it as a hint, inserting a finger, then two, then three, to the point that it was hard to take.

“Could do this all day, fuck.”

Then, she got an idea. She took her phone out from her pocket, giving it to me. I quickly understood what she wanted to do, so I opened the camera and pointed it to the place when her lips and my puffy clit connected. I never imagined seeing her absolutely destroy me from the screen, because it was always her filming us, but it was worth it. She looked directly into the phone, slowing her pace and doing long licks. Camera captured the ridiculous sounds from my pussy, causing a tsunami of arousal for Paige. Then she sped up again,

In and out. Suck. In and out. Suck. In and out. Suck.

“I’m gonna, i’m gonna..”- the phone almost fell from my hands. I got closer and closer to my edge.

“C’mon, baby, give it to me. Give me your cum, do it.”

And I did it. The phone was dropped, my legs shook, head was spinning, but I was in the total euphoria. Paige made sure to help me to ride out my high. After that, she went all up over my body, capturing our lips in a gentle kiss. I smiled against her, when suddenly, we were interrupted by an aggressive knock.

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

[10diamondz]

Silent Treatment

Summary: You gave him the silent treatment after he ditched a planned date for beetle fighting.

You stood at the edge of the pier, arms crossed, staring out at the sea with your back turned.

The wind rustled through your hair, but your thoughts were on the big boyfriend oni who was supposed to be standing right next to you.

Instead, he'd bailed... for a beetle fight. Again. "I’ll win this time, babe, promise! Then we can go on our date right after!" were his exact words that morning.

Yet here you were—alone. The sunset had started to turn the sky in shades of orange and pink, and there was still no sign of your boyfriend.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, all loud as always. "Heyyyy! There she is! My favorite girl in all of Inazuma!"

You didn’t turn around. Not even a glance.

You heard him approach, his footsteps heavy, practically stomping with excitement. "Yo, babe! Check it out—I got this huuuuge victory today! Oni Kabuto... unbeatable! You shoulda seen the crowd! They were goin' wild! I was like, 'Boom!' and then—"

...

Silence. No reaction from you. You simply shifted your weight to your other foot, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

Itto blinked, scratching the back of his head, his expression faltering just a bit. "Uh... babe?" He leaned down a little, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. "Y'know... I came as fast as I could! I was gonna win quick and come running over, but, uh... that beetle fight was intense! You know how it is, right? You understand!"

Still nothing. You didn’t even give him a 'hmph.'

Itto's face fell into a full-blown pout. "Aw, c'mon! You’re not mad, are ya? You’re totally mad. I can tell." He knelt down in front of you now, trying to meet your eyes.

"But babe, it was for the gang! You know the Arataki Gang’s gotta stay on top of the beetle fight scene! I thought you’d be proud of me!"

You kept your arms crossed, staring straight ahead.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. You had been looking forward to today, excited to spend some time together just the two of you. And then... beetles.

"I swear I didn’t mean to bail on our date! I really thought it’d be quick! Honest!" Itto shifted nervously, starting to sweat.

He had faced down monsters, rival gang members, even Kujou Sara herself—but the silent treatment from you? Yeah, that was a whole new level of terror. "Alright, alright!" He shot up to his feet, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "I get it! I’m the worst boyfriend ever! I’ve failed you!" His voice cracked with exaggerated emotion.

"Punish me as you see fit!"

Still no response.

"Ahhh! This silence is killing me! You know I hate when you ignore me!" He fumbled, shifting from foot to foot.

"Please, just say somethin’—anything! Even if it’s to tell me I’m the biggest idiot in all of Inazuma!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you sighed softly. "You forgot about me. Again."

Itto froze. His eyes widened as your words finally broke the wall of silence. "What?! No way! I could never forget about you, babe!" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"It’s just... sometimes I get a liiittle caught up in the heat of battle, ya know? Beetles, brawls, you name it—but I never forget about you. You’re... you're way more important than all of that!"

You raised an eyebrow, finally turning to look at him. "Oh? More important than beetles?"

"Wayyyy more important!" Itto nodded furiously, his eyes wide with sincerity. "I mean, come on! Oni Kabuto are cool and all, but they don’t even come close to how amazing you are!" He grinned, showing off his fangs as he clasped his hands together. "You're smart, you're beautiful, you make the best snacks... And you can beat me at games when you actually try!"

You bit your lip, trying not to smile. But he was so ridiculous, so earnest... it was hard to stay mad.

Itto noticed the slight twitch of your lips and gasped dramatically. "Wait—are you smiling?! Does that mean I’m forgiven?!" He pumped his fist in the air. "YES! The Arataki Itto charm works again!"

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his antics. "I didn’t say you’re completely off the hook, Itto."

"Aw man! So, uh... what do I gotta do to make it up to ya, huh?" His eyes sparkled with determination. "Whatever you want, name it! More dates? I’ll plan ‘em out this time, promise! Dinner on me? You want snacks? A full beetle collection?"

You shook your head, finally softening. "You really think a beetle collection is going to fix this?"

"...No?" He blinked innocently. "How about... we finish our date properly? Just the two of us. No beetles."

Itto’s grin stretched ear to ear. "You got it! No beetles, no gang, no distractions. Just you and me!"

He flexed his muscles, puffing out his chest. "The one and oni Arataki Itto is at your service!"

You smiled for real this time, taking his hand. "Good. Let’s go, big guy."

[hp-hcs]

Your fics are incredible! My friend wanted to know if you wrote for Pansy? If you do, a Pansy x gn reader would be amazing :D

absolutely i will write for my slytherin queen 😩🤌 and thank you so much!!

requests? 🥺🤲

paralyzer — pansy parkinson x gn! hufflepuff! reader

oh my godddd 😩🤌👑

underage alcohol consumption warning

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‘I hold on so nervously to me and my drink/ I wish it was coolin' me/ But so far has not been good/ It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should/ This club has got to be the most pretentious thing/ Since I thought you and me’

“Heyyyy, Y/N! How’zit goin’?!”

“Wonderful,” you drawl. “Now go drink some water before you die of alcohol poisoning.”

Cedric clapped you on the shoulder, giggling, before wandering off after a pretty Ravenclaw.

You sigh, downing the last of your drink and pushing yourself off of the wall you’d been leaning against for the last half hour, fully intending to make your escape to your dorm.

You weave your way through the throng of people, almost taking an elbow to the face when you pass by a particularly rowdy bunch. Scowling at the group, you aren’t even paying attention when you run smack into someone.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” An angry voice snaps. You turn to apologize and are met with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

She rolls her eyes, her hands on her hips, and her pretty lips pursed in annoyance. “Of course it’d be a Puff. Pick your jaw up off the floor, sweetheart.”

She gives you a condescending pat on the shoulder and waltzes off, taking your entire heart with her.

‘Well, I am imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“Subtle, Panz,” Draco rolls his eyes.

“Oh Merlin, oh fucking Merlin, I fucked that up, didn’t I?”

Mattheo takes a puff from his cigarette, swinging his legs from where he sits on the edge of the bathroom sink. He watches Pansy pace anxiously around the empty second floor girl’s bathroom. “Yep, pretty much.”

“‘Pick your jaw up off the floor’? What was I thinking?!”

“You weren’t,” Draco supplies helpfully, leaning against the wall. “I mean, at least you called ‘em sweetheart. That’s gotta do something.”

Pansy groans and face palms. “Thanks a lot. Now how do I fix this?”

“Why are you asking us? This is your Puff-Stuff, not ours,” Mattheo says flippantly, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette.

“They don’t even know I exist!” Pansy whines.

“Well, they do now, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Oi. You better shut the fuck up.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Puff!”

You look up from your assignment, seeing, of all people, Pansy Parkinson leaning towards you from her desk. She smiles anxiously at you.

“Uh, hi…?” You ask slowly, quietly.

“I- uh- d-do you have a quill I could borrow?”

You hum, nodding. “Yeah, here.”

She grins widely. “Thanks.”

She takes the quill you hold out to her with utter reverence—much more respect than you would expect her to give to a five-sickle quill from a discount shop.

You nod, a bit baffled, and turn back to your work.

She waits, like she expects you to say something further. When you remain silent, she sighs, seemingly disappointed, and moves on to her assignment.

‘I hold out for one more drink, before I think/ I'm lookin' too desperately/ But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home/ If one thing really means one/ This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks/ That would be cool with me’

“I can’t believe it! I just sat there, like an utter dumbass-”

Cedric raises an eyebrow. “Here’s a wild thought: maybe she’s into you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ced,” you scoff. “She doesn’t even know I exist.”

‘Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“We are not friends,” Draco warns. “This is just an alliance.”

“Just so they stop acting so lovesick over each other,” Cedric agreed.

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Panz,” Draco starts, interrupting his friend mid-tirade about they’re just so cute, and they loaned me a quill today in History when I couldn’t find mine. “Why don’t you just ask ‘em out?”

She stops her rant, speechless. “Are you insane?”

Draco shrugs. “Just like, send them a note, or whatever. What’s the worst that could happen? You said it yourself; they barely know you exist.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

Your eyes widen in surprise when one of the Owl Post owls drops an envelope onto the table in front of you. Plucking it up, you turn it around, finding no return address or name of any kind. Cedric leans over.

“Who’s it from?”

“Doesn’t say.”

“Well, open it!” Your friend, Hannah, exclaims. “You never get mail.”

You open the unmarked envelope, pulling out a piece of folded parchment. Scrawled on it, in Slytherin green ink, is a short poem.

I’m not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you. I wanna make you move, because you're standing still. If your body matches what your eyes can do, You'll probably move right through me on my way to you. - P. P.

Your eyes widen as you look at the initials, knowing immediately who it was. You look up, easily finding Pansy’s eyes from across the room. She looks startled, like she hadn’t been expecting to make such sudden eye contact.

You both blush and look away, smiling to yourselves.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect that to actually work,” Cedric murmurs under his breath to Draco.

The pair watch as you and Pansy, paired together for a Potions assignment, laugh and mess around with each other on the other side of the room.

“Yeah. How long d’you think before Y/N realizes that Pansy only writes in black ink?” Draco muses with his infamous smirk, twirling his quill around and nearly knocking over his jar of Slytherin green ink.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

[lovelykil]

HEYYYY

CAN I GET A STAN X FEM!READER JUST LIKE- FLUFF KISSING SCENE??? THANK YOU BYE BYE HAVE A GREAT DAY

「 bedroom 」

stan x reader older ver.

cw; fluff

note; I said I was gonna do yours when I opened my request so here it is :33

Hand-made heart shaped gum wrappers lay scattered across the untidy bedroom floor. Among them, a nail polish bottle had tipped over, its deep hue bleeding onto the wrappers. The pungent scent of the polish filled the room, saturating the air with its strong aroma.

The distinctive scent wafted outside through the slightly opened window, carried away by the crisp, cool air. As the chilly breeze slipped into the room, it mixed with the lingering fragrance and created a refreshing breeze.

Dirty clothes pilled on a small chair and in some spaces of the room, awaiting to be picked up and set in its rightful place.

Though it never would happen.

Two teens laid on a bed together near close to one another. Obviously to 'busy' to deal with the mess that lay amongst them.

The ravenette teen propped his elbow up on the bed to show more interest in the conversation he was listening to. He stared carefully and with adornment, ever so often his eyes darting elsewhere when you looked back at him.

"That's why I haven't been at school."

"Ohh."

"Yeah." You set your hands on your stomach after you finished, looking up at your blank white ceiling in silence. You sighed softly your hand raising to set aside some loose hair behind your ear. Stan sat up and leaned himself on the wall, looking around your room.

Messy as always.

If you actually cleaned it he would sorta be concerned, he's so used to the various clothing all over the place along with bras covering some of your plushies that laid on the ground.

His eyes traveled to the pictures of you and him at the photo booth, it stuck on the wall with some paper drawn hearts around it.

He found himself smiling at it, reminiscing to that day.

He looked back at you to mess with your hair.

"You know I missed you, stop skipping.. especially cause I'm not there to do it with you." He argued, his tone soft and a bit sad. You slipped out a laugh sitting up.

"Sorry I'll try not to."

"Good."

"Buuuuuut–"

"No" He put a finger to your lips, shaking his head with a serious look. You moved his finger out of your face, sighing dramatically.

"Fineee." You smiled teasingly.

You scooted towards him to peck his cheek. His cheeks redden with a warm love sick smile when you pulled away. He rubbed his cheek, looking at you.

"Can you do that again?" You nodded with a shy blush, leaning in once again to peck his cheek. Though your lips wouldn't be in contact with his cheek but with his own.

He held your chin his way to make you kiss him, he smiled to himself when you hit him playfully kissing back.

The playful kiss soon turned into a sweet passionate slow one, his hand was now on your cheek behind some hair as yours played with his gray old torn shirt feeling the odd texture wrapping around your finger with every twist.

The atmosphere was light and quiet in your messy room, nothing could ruin this moment.

You two crashed on the bed together still kissing and hands all over each another.

Stan couldn't take his lips off yours from missing them to much from your absence.

The smile on his face when he kissed you made your stomach flutter just causing you to smile back, pulling away quickly for a giggle then kissing him back.

"I love you so much." Your lips disconnected from the kiss, blurting out what you were dying to say of course still smiling. Stan's pupils grew wide from love and shock.

He even felt a weird familiar burning sensation in his throat when trying to answer back.

"I.. love you too." He swallowed down the firey liquid in his esophagus, muttering those words to you with a nervous smile. You couldn't help but laugh at him, putting your hand over your mouth.

"Why do you always swallow hard when you-"

"Shut up! It's just I get nervous by you." Stan brought his hand to his face to cover in embarrassment. You snickered some more before it all came to a quiet end, you tugged on the blanket to cover up the two of you some more.

"you're so cute." You hugged his shoulder, closing your eyes.

He sighed, removing his hand away from his flushed face to look at you clinging to his shoulder.

He kissed the top of your head, turning his body.

He held you close to him underneath the blanket.

"You sleepy now?" He whispered, twirling a strain of your hair. You nodded, your eyes getting heavy.

"me too."

"napp timee." You shuffled into him more.

"I have to leave soon though so a quick nap okay babe?"

"awh, no stayy." You complained, hugging tightly. Stan closed his eyes, laughing faintly.

"kyle is my ride and you know how he is.." Stan whispered, his voice starting to go in and out from tiredness.

You just hummed, feeling the same way.

"wish I had a.. car."

"Imagine.."

"You don't even have a car yet you idiot."

"ahh.. sleep now.."

[lumpywhump]

Hidden Scars: Chapter 1 - Kane's

heyyyy! This is like really short but I wanted to get it out soon and like this was a really good place to stop. At the end I'm just gonna have some stuff about Kane to make up for this being short, enjoyyyyy!

Cw: Whump, injuries, mention of restraints, imprisoned. (Let me know if I missed any)

The prisoner cracked open his eyes. He could feel the crust sticking to the corners. He idly stared at the concrete ceiling in front of him before sitting up. The whole room was just gray, cracked concrete. He must have woken up late because breakfast was already left on the floor. "Oatmeal," Kane grimaced, "how tasty." He dragged himself to the bowl. He was no longer chained so the servants were no longer required to put the food within arms reach. He stirred the soggy mess and took a bite. Eating out of need was his only motivation. It was redundant. Scoop, bite, scoop, bite, scoop, bite. Kane looked up at the water damaged corner. Something green was growing on it and made the air musty. Kane just took what he could get. It had been so long since the boy had seen a plant, he had almost forgotten what they looked like. He leaned back against the wall and looked at the door, longing for it to release him. Something was wrong. The door was left cracked open. Kane knew there was no way someone would have left it open on accident. It must be a trap, right? Still, the boy rose on aching legs. It was probably a test. His captor probably wants to know what he would do. And yet, Kane gently pulled the door open. No one was waiting for him in the stone hall. Kane glanced at the cameras on the wall. No doubt someone was watching him. That means the boy had to get out of there quick. He ran up the stairs to the left. He knew he was underground so the only way out is up. Kane passed a landing and froze. On the wall was a fire exit map. That was convenient. The boy followed the colored line with his finger. He had to go up two more flights and there should be a door that leads directly to the outside. His legs were already tired by the time he got to the door. He pressed the door open, praying to any and every god that an alarm wouldn't blare. The only sound was the door creaking. Kane took in the view of the garden. Shrubs and flowers lined the stone pathways. There were stunning statues dotted around. He had been outside before, but always blindfolded. Kane took a step, expecting someone to call after him. When everything remained silent, he took another step, and another, and another until he was at a side door to the gate lining the garden. There wasn't any guards there. He must have caught them in between shifts. He had heard guards out here before. Kane passed through the surprisingly unlocked door and ran. The little prinxe pushed himself as fast as he could go. Wheezing in each breath as fast as he could. He could feel the squeaking in his lungs. He ignored it. He had to focus on his feet. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Le— a blinding white pain scorched through his foot. Before they were able to see what happened, his back hit the grass and he began rolling. He kept rolling and rolling, taking in a mouthful of grass and dirt with every turn. His hip clipped a rock and he finally hit flat ground. Kane opened his eyes, squinted at the high noon sun. A head blocked the light from his eyes. "Hey, are you okay?"

Random stuff about Kane!

he/they

Siblings in age order: Jenni, (this is where Kane is), Mila, Kon, Leam, Chime, Dorre

Kane has had a hidden relationship with Basil for years. He never told his parents bc they wouldn't be cool with it. (Basil's family treats Kane like their own)

fun fact! His mom isn't his bio mom. His siblings aren't related to her either and none of them have the same bio mom (except for Kon and Leam bc they're twins)

here's the next one:

Lmao I can not figure out how to do the thing where you click on the word... so this is what you get

[asterkiss]

37“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” or 109 "Such big evil in such a little thing.” for Mabill

Given the souce material for the first quote, have a Pirate!AU!

-INCENTIVE

Mabel often found herself getting in more trouble than her family would like. In particular her twin brother often admonished her behaviour since usually he ended up getting pulled into her shenanigans and involved in some way or another. 

Which is why it was a nice change of pace when trouble found her instead of the other way around for once.

The teenager was overseeing the small trinket shop her uncle ran whilst he attended this morning’s hanging in the town square. Her brother had also popped out to go grab groceries which left her alone. In a shop. That was empty.

This was so boring.

Nobody came and shopped when a hanging was going on! What was the point of even being open? She groaned, draping herself over the counter as she pressed her face against the cool solid wood. Ah, that felt nice, especially with the morning sun filtering through the window and across her face. 

The brunette was just on the cusp of falling asleep when the bell above the door rang out, stirring her awake. The abrupt slam of the door that followed finished the job by yanking her the rest of the way to wakefulness.

‘Huh, what? I’m awake, I’m awake!’ She straightened up to attention, for a moment thinking it was her uncle. But when she looked in the direction of the door, she found herself staring at a ruggedly handsome young man dressed in dirty attire. 

‘Heyyyy there,’ she gushed, offering a wide smile as she leaned over the counter. ‘You seem familiar.’

He tensed.

‘Oh, right.’ She slapped herself gently on the head. ‘That must be because you’ve been running through my dreams all night.’ Wink. 

The stranger gave her a flat look. But before he could respond, the sudden sound of raised voices came from outside and he turned on his heel with panic. She blinked as he began shoving one of the shelves of stock in front of the door.

‘Hey, don’t do that! If you break stuff, you gotta pay for it or else Grunkle Stan will be mad!’

‘Shut up,’ he grunted.

She frowned. She’d said it as a pick up line earlier, but he really did seem like somebody she’d seen before. 

‘Oi, where’s the exit in this place?’ he snapped, shooting her a desperate look.

Mabel was still regarding him curiously when somebody knocked on the door.

‘Hello? Is anybody in there?’

The stranger looked towards the door with alarm, and it was then Mabel caught the flash of gold around his neck as the golden chain sporting a triangular pendant was knocked about. Her eyes widened.

‘Ohmygod, you’re that pirate they caught!’ she cried, recognising his face from the posters. It was his hanging Stan had gone to see! ‘Bill Ciph- ummhphph!’ She released a muffled yell as he leapt over the counter in a second and slammed a hand over her mouth. Her back collided against the wall behind her as he glared down, and she heard further commotion from outside as what she assumed were the authorities tried the door only to find it blocked.

‘Open the door this instant or we will be forced to knock it down!!’

Bill cast the door a side glance, and Mabel took the opportunity to distract him. His face immediately cringed as he withdrew his hand. ‘Did you just lick me?’

‘Yeah.’

He scowled. ‘Show me where the secret entrance to the basement is. I know all the shops on this street have one and that they lead to the sewers.’

‘Huh? How do you know that?’

‘Not important.’

‘I mean, it kinda is. Have you been stalking us?’ She thought he only entered town three days ago before being swiftly captured. 

He frowned, eyebrows drawing together. ‘...You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?’

‘Uh, I think I’d remember if I’d met you before,’ she replied, meaning that in several different ways. 

A loud thud suddenly came from the door as they began to ram it from the other side. A second later she found a knife in her face as the pirate hissed at her. 

‘Show me. Now!’

‘...Jeez, fine.’ She stepped around him and led the guy to the back room. Wasn’t like she had much choice when she was being threatened. The authorities would definitely believe her if she said so anyways what with her being a girl and all. She used a switch to shove the fake fireplace aside, revealing a small set of steps behind. ‘There.’

He looked from the tunnel and then back to her, gaze scrutinising. ‘Seriously, where have we met before?’

‘Hmm, is this your attempt at a pick up line? You are attractuve, but the knife in the face kinda ruined the vibe.’

He scowled.

‘Okay, okay, I might still be interested.’ A pause. ‘Except no, Dipper and Grunkle Stan would throw a fit if I swanned off with a pirate.’

His eyes widened. ‘Your brother is Dipper Pines.’ A second passed. ‘Tch, of course, you both have the same stupid look in your eyes.’

‘Yeah, you know him?’

His face suddenly darkened like thunder and it was the first time she found him genuinely threatening and fearsome. ‘That little brat stole my treasure from me! Where is he? Is he in this town!? He took a step closer, towering over her.

‘Huh? What? No way, you’re definitely lying. Dipper wouldn’t do that, he’s boring as hell.’

‘Your brother lied and cheated from me,’ Bill hissed, eyes alight with malice.

‘Nuh uh.’ Dipper fraternising with pirates? That was ridiculous! When would he even have the time? He’d just recently got back from a months expedition to deliver some important documents for his job!

…A job he was very vague about.

A job where she’d never even met his boss or colleagues.

A job that had him away for long periods of time at the most random moments.

…..

Well damn, what a liar.

As the realisation slowly dawned on her face, he snorted. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one he lied to.’

‘No way…’ she muttered, but this time there was no energy behind her words. 

‘What’s the matter? You thought he told you everything?’

‘Of course I did!’ she yelled, catching him off guard with her sudden eruption of emotion. ‘I tell him every little thing! Why wouldn’t he tell me? Does he not trust me!?’

He blinked. ‘You’re that close, hm?’

‘I thought we were!’

‘I see.’ He paused, and a calculating look came into his eye as the door in the shop began to be broken down, men tumbling in. ‘Well then, maybe if I kidnap you he’ll have an incentive to return what's precious to me, as well.’

‘Yeah!’ she cried, before his words registered a second later. ‘Wait, huh?’

‘Alley-oop.’ He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder with ease, vanishing down the stairs as the fireplace closed behind them. 

Huh, seems like the trouble she'd gotten in this time was a lot more serious than usual.

Oh dear.

[bayisdying]

How They Met...Kinda

A/N: Drunk!Lucky is the best and we love her

Tagging my Valentines: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @cycbaby @callmemana @breadsquash @kloofspeaks @notyoursbutlewis @milesdickpic @callsignthirsty @likelyrowdy @askmarinaandothers @starlit-epiphany

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Every holiday was a reason for the Chaos Squad to party. Even Valentine's Day. Which is why on Feburary 13th, the Hard Deck was closed to the public, and it was just them.

Fanboy watched as Lucky knocked back quite a bit of alcohol. She had just had another appointment with her OBGYN, but still no good news. He knew she was trying to forget, but he had Spicy bring her waters with every other drink.

"Is she going to be okay?" Whiskey asked.

"She's going to hate herself in the morning."

The night was going well when the topic of Valentines came up for real, everyone discussing their plans. That's when Lucky gets the idea in her hazy mind. Nobody suspects a thing as she gets up from the table. They all figure she's going to pee for the 100th time.

Instead, two seconds later, she is standing on the bartop.

"Lucky, please get down from the bar." Ice said.

"No, I have an idea."

"Oh, this is going to be great." Jake muttered.

"Have you guys ever thought about how amazing it is that we've all met our better halfs?"

"Lucky, honey, please get down from the bar." Ice pleads again.

"Like you! You met Dragon, and you two are amazing together."

Dragon laughs, "thank you sweet girl."

"And I'm sure your first meeting was adorable. In fact, I can picture it now." Lucky gets off the bar, super gracefully by the way, "I can see Ice looking so cool, leaning up against the wall." She leans aganist the bar and puts her aviators on before lowering her voice, "I'm Mr. Ice Cold, No Mistakes."

Ice had been holding in a laugh, but he let it out because, unfortunately, she wasn't wrong.

"Then I can just imagine this gorgeous woman, Dragon, obviously walks by and Mr. Ice over here just melts." She puts her hand over her heart. "That's the girl for me."

"That's pretty accurate to how it happened actually." Slider interjects.

"Thanks, Uncle Sli, and I'm sure it was similar for you and Whiskey. You are just standing there like a Greek God when she rolls up." Lucky says, getting a laugh out of the couple.

"Oh Mickey, come up here and help me."

He groaned but got up anyway, not knowing what to expect.

"Okay, so pretend Mickey is Slider, I know he's too short, but bear with me."

"Wow, so sweet of you."

"Shut up and be a himbo.".

Mickey just stood there, and Baylie huffed but got back into character as Whiskey.

"Heyyyy Slider."

"Hi Jade." Mickey playing along.

"You know you're like really cute." Lucky says twirling her hair. "and I'm like super into cute men with no brains."

Mickey breaks character to laugh at the way she's trying so hard, and he's not the only one.

"Hey, I have some brains!" Slider says, feigning hurt.

"Shut up, Ron. I'm enjoying the show." Whiskey said, patting his thigh.

"I'm just saying you guys met at Top Gun, and that's so cute!" Lucky says. "I'm sure you two big men saw two gorgeous women who were mean to you and fell in love."

She turned to Goose and Scarlet, who were both laughing so hard that they had turned matching shades of...scarlet...

"Then you two!"

"Oh no." Scarlet hid her face in her hands.

"I can picture it, Goose at the piano playing some old ass song." She paused, and the group watched as an idea washed over her leading to a devilish grin. "Kind of like this." She says as she walks over to the piano.

"Does she know how to play the piano?" Spicy asked.

Mickey shakes his head.

"Someone should be recording this." Jake says, "this is the best thing ever."

Lucky hits a few random keys, making everyone wince. "You shake my nerves, and rattle my brains." She sings, her voice not bad but definitely off beat.

"So he's sitting there playing this stupid song, and this gorgeous redhead walks in and sees this tall drink of water sitting on the bench."

"Ew." Rooster whispers.

"Grow up Rooster, anyways knowing Goose he probably tells her to take a seat in his lap and despite not knowing him she takes the invitation. He serenades her with old songs all night long, and from that night forward they were in love."

Scarlet wipes an actual tear from her eye.

"Then a few years later, they had a son and named him Bradley even though Dumbass was more appropriate."

"Hey!"

"She's not wrong." Spicy playfully elbows Rooster in the ribs.

"And that dumbass found his perfect person much in the same way as his parents. In this very bar. Penny hired this gorgeous woman and she was behind the bar." For added effect Lucky jumped over the bar, Ice damn near chokes on his drink with worry.

"So imagine Spicy behind the bar, learning from the amazing queen herself, Penny. And this tall, porn stached, idiot walks in with that walk. Y'all know that walk. She looks up, completely ignoring her new bff trying to get a refill on her jack and coke." Lucky pouts. "And in that moment, I lost my wife to the biggest dumbass I know besides Jake."

"Bay, it wasn't that dramatic."

"We could have been so good together Spicy but nooooooo."

"Cariño, we'd already been together for years."

"This isn't about you Mickey."

Mickey just nods, knowing better than to argue with his wife.

"And then, then my other wife finds us and drops us for Jake. Like come on Spicy and I are both much hotter than Jake Seresin."

Cin snorted, "yes honey."

"Um excuse you?" Jake asked.

"Shut up Jake, and let me finish." Lucky said and despite wanting to fight Jake obeys. "so anyways, Jake takes one look at my gorgeous bestie and decides to stop being a man whore and nail Cin down. And somehow she looked at his big head and said yes."

"I don't have a big head." Jake pouted.

Lucky looks around, "I guess that's it really. We know how Maverick and Penny got together after like a billion years. And I still don't know how Cyclone got a hot ass bitch like Venom."

The group laughs as Fanboy helps Lucky back to her seat.

"You're forgetting someone Lucky." Whiskey points out.

Lucky looks around confused, "no I didnt."

"Honey, you forgot you and Mickey." Spicy points out.

"Oh we fucked in the closet of the cottage before it was mine." Lucky blurts out and most of the group laugh at her bluntness. Rooster and Ice look less than thrilled to know this information.

"Cariño that's not how we met." Fanboy points out.

Lucky looked him right in the eyes, "no but its when I realized I was totally, completely in love with you and I stopped fighting it."

Mickey smiles at her like they are the only two in the room.

"I'm going to vomit." Rooster says matter-of-factly before getting up from the table and heading to the kitchen, followed by his father and Jake.

Penny, Cin, and Spicy start clearing the tables. Usually Lucky would help, but after her big show she was laying her head on Fanboy's shoulder. She tries to reach for his Bud Light but he pushes it away.

"Mickeyyyy." She pouts.

"Oh, you're cut off, big time child." Ice says taking the bottle away from both of them.

"That's so mean."

"You'll get over it."

"Okie dokie."

Mickey shakes his head, but picks up his wife bridal style.

"Let's get you home Bay."

"I love you Garcia."

"I love you more."

[imo-chan-imagines]

heyyyy :)

i hope you have a good day.

i would like to request a part 2 (or maybe more parts)

of the Kambe daisuke str!pclub story.

i love you storys btw <3

VIP Treatment | FKBU Drabble

Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Sequel to: Eat The Rich ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, holy water on standby pls, strip club, sex for money, protected sex + mentions of raw sex, close to hate fucking 🤏, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, 1 (one) light booty slap lmao, sugar daddy proposal 👀, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, request, drabble

A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to it. I had a lot of requests and other content lined up. I hope you like it, though ♡ Please read part 1 first, as the story continues!

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"Fuck," Daisuke hisses. His grimace dissolves into a smirk as he looks up at you.

His view is perfect as he watches you slowly slide up and down on your knees, taking him inside you, inch by inch. He holds your thigh, fingers clutching at your flesh, before running his thumb over the skin.

It's been two months since he first came to the club and made his little 'business proposal'. Now he's a regular, stopping by at least three times a week, just to fuck you – or for you to fuck him. That's how it usually goes.

At least he normally brings condoms with him now. Raw costs him extra. A lot extra.

Not that it isn't enjoyable – fuck, his dick is so good, it's unfair. Like you're ever going to tell him that.

A slap lands on the side of your ass, snapping you back into the moment. It sounded worse than it felt, nice and audible against the curve.

"Attention on me," he says, almost softly. Demanding prick. You narrow your eyes at him.

Fine. If he wants your full attention, that's what he's going to get.

You sit up straighter, rising up onto you knees, and increase the pace of your movements until you're bouncing on is cock, your thighs burning. Your eyes glint in wicked satisfaction as you recognise the frustration in his face as he struggles with himself against the sudden increase in stimulation.

But rather than sink under your determination, he rises to the challenge. He grips your hips for stability, bucking up to meet you every time you fall and swallow his length into your tight, little cunt.

His breaths are rougher, he's less collected. That stupid, supercilious grin is still there, but it's shifted into something more amused. Like he enjoys the competition.

A hand comes up and cups your breast as it bounces, thumbing over your nipple, before he pulls you forwards, enveloping it in his mouth. He licks and sucks.

You feel weak under his touch, but you keep fucking yourself down on him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you that you feel like whining. But when he peers up at you with those icy eyes, his tongue still wrapped around your nipple, you shudder, almost collapsing against him.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he thrusts up into you, your hips grinding desperately into his movements as you chase your high.

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" he coos, too sweetly to be genuine. He chuckles through his ragged breaths, the air cool on your sweat-covered skin, and his voice drops. "Go on, cum for me. Do it."

His fingers find your clit and start making slow, deliberate circles. He's barely been stroking you for more than a few of seconds before you're clinging to his neck and rutting your hips against him as your tight walls squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He muffles his grunts as you cum, gritting his teeth as you fall to pieces against him.

"D...don't fight it," you mumble into his shirt, clutching at the loose tie that's come undone around his neck. "...cum for me too. Wanna feel it." You can feel him throbbing inside you at your words.

He pushes you face-down onto the seat and re-enters you, thrusting at his own pace until his fingers dig into your hips and he spills out inside the rubber with a dissolute groan.

It's only ten minutes later, when you're both redressed, that he speaks again, this time with a business proposal even more ridiculous than the last.

You cock you eyebrow at him. "You want me to what?"

"Quit your job here and come for work me. Just for me." He leans back in the seat the way he always does, taking out a cigar and lighting it with his Zippo.

"What, you afraid I'm fucking my other clients?" you scoff. "They fucking wish they were that rich."

"Is that a no?" he says, in reference to his offer. He snaps the Zippo shut and puffs out a plume of smoke in your direction.

"I didn't say that." It would mean no more creepy losers. No more guys' hands you didn't want on you. No more work. "What would you be then? My sugar daddy?" you tease, smoothing out your dress.

"You could call it that." He draws on the cigar again. "I'll even buy you your own place, if that's what you want. Just keep doing this with me, and I'll pay you more than you could ever need."

"You're already doing that."

"Then I'll pay you even more."

You laugh, but he doesn't, and it shuts you up. There's something odd about his behaviour. He isn't as cocky and smirking as usual. It's almost affectionate, but you tell yourself 'posessive' is more likely the ticket.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

Well. There was only one answer a girl like you could give to an offer like that. Right?

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[sunlight-moonrise]

Patience is a Virtue (Ralvez x Reader Imagine)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until Luke shows up, and he doesn’t like when his lovers mess around without him. 

A/N: Hey heyyyy. We have here a PolyAm Ralvez x Reader fic. This is my first time writing a threesome and it was a lot harder than I thought. Once again, a big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins​ for making this story nice and neat for everyone. This is my NSFW story dedicated to the lovely @httpnxtt​ Enjoy!

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: M/F/M Threesome, Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Penetrative Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Spitting/Spit Swallowing, Degradation/Praise, Slight Marking

Word Count: 3.2K

Masterlist

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I stared at the grandfather clock by the wall, watching the larger hand tick as each second passed by at a slow and tortuous pace. I absolutely hated waiting. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an impatient person, I just didn’t appreciate my time being wasted. There are a bunch of things that I could be doing right now, such as making out with my boyfriend, but I had to wait. Why? 

“Please stop tapping your foot,” Spencer said, “you’re making me nervous.”

Because our boyfriend said so. 

Luke was back at Quantico, doing god knows what, while Spencer and I were instructed to wait for his return. This was not unusual, Luke regularly asked us to wait for him. He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. His excuse was that Spencer and I spent more than enough time without him already, since the both of us were in a relationship before he met us. However, it has been hours already, and I was terribly, utterly horny. 

Tick. Tick. Tick. 

I groaned loudly as I shifted my body towards my boyfriend. He glanced at me shortly before returning his attention back to whatever was on TV. 

“Spencerrrr,” I whined, my hands making their way towards his legs. He gently caught them with one of his, placing them back on me. 

“No, you know what would happen if we try anything.” 

A shiver went down my spine as a flash of a memory resurfaced. Luke had us both on our knees, making us take turns sucking him off. His pleasure was the only priority for that evening. Of course, he made it up to us the following morning with breakfast in bed and an orgasm each. 

That was a fun time, but the memory only made me crave Spencer even more right now. 

“Please baby, I want you so badly. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” My hands slowly glided back to his pants and this time he didn’t push them away. 

“We shoul-” a groan cut him off as I slightly squeezed his growing erection. 

“How would he find out?” I moved my body closer to his, pressing my chest against his arm. “I’m so wet for you Spencer, please.”

“I-I don’t know. Luke would be really upset if he finds out.”

“Just one kiss. Or two. That’s all, I promise.” 

I moved to sit on his lap, making sure his hard erection was against my clothed center. I pressed my lips against his throat, enjoying the sound of the small gasp he released from his mouth. 

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

I continued to press small kisses against the column of his throat as I slowly grinded my hips against his. Spencer placed his hands on my waist, his grip still shy and hesitant. I had him almost where I wanted him, I just needed to push a little bit more. 

“And what do we have here,” a low voice stated from behind me. I felt Spencer tense underneath me as we both locked our eyes on our boyfriend. Luke was leaning his weight against the wall, his face void of any emotions. But Spencer and I knew better. 

“Hey there babe, we were just uhhhh warming up for you. Right, Spence?” I turned my attention back to Spencer, hoping he will help soothe the predicament we caught ourselves in. However, he stayed silent, his head facing downward in a state of guilt. 

“I could’ve sworn I said no touching until I got back. Or was I mistaken?” 

“Well, you see, what had happened wa—” My attempt to swindle our way out of any punishment was cut off. 

“I don’t want to hear it. The both of you go to the bedroom. Now.” 

Spencer stood up, with me practically having to jump off him to avoid falling on the floor. If I had to bet, I’d say he was more excited than scared. He would never admit it, but we all know he loved Luke’s punishments. I was just the more vocal one between the two of us. 

I followed after Spencer, going through the usual protocol. Luke likes us to be stripped down to our underwear. We sat on the bed, a good amount of distance between us so that Luke wouldn’t try to add another penalty to whatever he was going to give us. 

We waited a few minutes before the door opened with a creak. Thank the mighty above that he decided not to make us wait for many more hours. 

I kept my eyes downwards, waiting for further instruction. I heard Luke make his way towards Spencer before a sharp gasp was heard. The lewd sounds of sucking and moaning almost made me turn my head. Luke knows I love watching them together, but I can’t lift my head without permission. I did my best to keep my eyes on my lap as I heard them make out with one another. 

I don’t know how long I waited, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours, before I heard them finally pull apart. Between the deep intakes of breath from the both of them, I assume it was a lengthy amount of time. 

“I am proud of you for at least following this one rule cariña,” Luke panted, his words coming out a bit husky as he still tried to catch his breath, “Look at me.”

With greedy eyes, I looked at his face and took him all in. His lips were red and puffy, the leftover saliva keeping them moist. His hair was wild, as if a certain genius ran his hands through it. His chest moved up and down, eventually dwindling to an even pace. 

He came closer to me, tucking two of his thick fingers under my chin to lift my head up so that I can focus solely on his lustful dark brown eyes. “Spencer,” he called, eyes still on mine, “come here.” 

Within milliseconds, Spencer stood up next to Luke, awaiting further instruction. He was always more of a doer than a talker when in this role. Luke grabbed his hands as they took a few steps away from me. “Let’s give our darling girl a little show. Take my clothes off me.” 

With greedy and excited hands, Spencer removed Luke’s button-down and undershirt. His fingers traced the soft skin of Luke’s chest as he made his way toward the pants.  He took his time taking off Luke’s jeans and socks, enjoying the few moments at being on his knees in front of our man. 

Lucky son of a bitch. 

When Luke was finally in his boxers, he told Spencer to take a seat on the bed again before coming back to me. He grabbed my waist, forcing me to stand and pulling me against his body. He was so cool, which help to calm my overheated skin. 

“What should I do with you, cariña, hmmm?” 

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to give him any ideas. He rubbed small circles on my hips as he contemplated what to do with me. He hummed a small tune while his eyes displayed a playful mischief.  

“Ahhh, I have an idea. Babe, lie down on your back for me. You deserve a treat,” he told Spencer while he removed my underwear. 

As soon as he released me, I went straight to Spencer. I knew what Luke wanted us to do without him outright saying it. I straddled Spencer’s waist and shimmied up to his face until my core was level to his mouth. 

“The other way,” Luke called out, “I want to see you.” I hastily switched position, almost falling to my side. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s hands on my thighs, I would have had a face full of blankets right now.

“Go on.”

And with that, Spencer started using his mouth on me. I gasped as he slowly left soft kisses before moving his tongue from slit to clit in a tantalizing motion. I was already wet from earlier, but I was practically a puddle now. If there was one thing that Spencer was amazing at, it was eating a girl out. Or well, giving oral in general. He is a giver and knows how to work that amazing mouth in multiple ways. 

I cried out when he closed his mouth over my clit and started to gently suck. He groaned when I pressed my hands down on his chest, the vibration causing my body to shudder. His hands on my thighs kept my trembling body as steady as possible. This is going to be over quickly if he continued on like this. I picked my head up to look at Luke, watching as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Give her a little more Spencer.” 

A thick, long digit slowly replaced the tongue that was inside me. Similar to his mouth, Spencer was talented with his hands. Those dexterous fingers were a gift, and I was a happy recipient. His mouth returned to my clit, his tongue flicking against it as he curled his finger in a come hither motion. I let out a whispered curse as my eyes closed. 

“Put another finger in her, Spencer.” 

Spencer did as he was told, sliding a second digit inside of me. My high pitch moans were in harmony with the boys’ heavy breathing. I tried to stay still, but couldn’t help but grind slowly against Spencer’s face. I focused my attention back at Luke, only to see him softly fisting himself behind his boxers. Damn, I want nothing more than to have a closer look at him.

As if he read my mind, Luke came closer, his fist still pumping his thick cock. My mouth salivated in an instant, craving the feel of salty skin gliding against my tongue. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would be nice and give me what I wanted. 

For a moment, I thought he would do just that as he released his dick, removed his boxers, and climbed on the bed, straddling Spencer’s lower waist. Instead, he grabbed my hair harshly, forcing me to look up at him. With my mouth still opened wide for him, Luke looked directly into my eyes as he spit in my mouth. Without prompt, I swallowed greedily, showcasing my tongue for him again.

“You’re such a dirty little bitch, cariña,” Luke laughed. The sweet pet name combined with the degrading title had me whimpering for more attention. I wanted more. I needed more. I moved my head, just enough to capture Luke’s lips with my own. Luke quickly pulled away to glare at me while I wore a coy smile on my face. 

“You greedy little girl,” was all he said as he delved back down. His lips were always soft, which contrasted with the way he would roughly kiss me. His stubble rubbed harshly against my face, his tongue sliding greedily against my own. His hands still fisted in my hair held me in place as he controlled our intense kiss. 

The feeling of two tongues inside of me had me rising closer and closer to my climax. My legs started to shake as a shiver went through my spine. I focused on the pleasure they were giving me. I moaned loudly into Luke’s mouth while Spencer continued the even pace of his fingers and tongue. I was so close to my release and just when I was about to let go, Luke pulled away from me and said the worst two words a person could hear at a moment like this. 

“Spencer, stop.” 

Spencer instantly paused his movements, my orgasm waning along with it. I glared at Luke, telepathically telling him how much I hated him at that moment. 

You fucking smug haughty beautiful bastard. 

“Fix that face before I change my mind about potentially rewarding you,” Luke stressed out.

I immediately pouted at his words, casting my eyes down so that he didn’t see the anger that still lingered within them. 

“Cariña, move down. Spencer, stay just like that,” he said, his voice carrying a softer tone as he moved down a bit to make room for me. 

Just like before, I shimmied my body down until I was at Spencer’s waist. With Luke’s help, Spencer’s boxers were tossed somewhere across the room and I was hovering over his length. Spencer and I both gasped once he entered me. I slowly moved my hips down until he was bottomed out inside of me. Luke placed his hands on my waist as he moved me up and down, controlling the pace. 

Spencer’s fists were clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried his best not to buck his hips. We were both trying to be good to avoid further punishment. It was bad enough that we’d barely seen each other’s faces this whole time. Luke knew I was a sucker for Spencer’s orgasm face. 

Luke pressed a kiss on my forehead and dipped his head to leave bites and kisses on my throat. I could feel my body heat up the more his plush lips pressed against me. He released my waist, silently telling me to go on as he continued his descent, nibbling and marking the skin on my chest and stomach. 

I nearly screamed once I felt his lips and tongue on my sensitive clit. From the way Spencer’s hips staggered and moans increased in volume, it is safe to assume that Luke was avidly lapping the both of us. The sound of deep whines, heavy moans, and high squeals occupied the bedroom. The coil in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, a telltale sign that I was once again rising close to the edge. I just needed a few more thrusts, a bit more pressure. 

I barely noticed when Luke pulled away, but I did register the deep timbre of his voice saying, “Stop.”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, not again. Spencer’s hips stuttered, but didn’t fully stop until Luke smacked and harshly gripped his thigh. 

“Luke, please,” Spencer begged, as if he was a wounded animal. I also shared my displeasure at being stopped for the second time in a matter of minutes. All Luke did was chuckle at us, amused by our antics.

“Good things come to those who wait,” was all he said as he stood up. 

He instructed Spencer to sit up and lean his back against the headboard while I go on all fours facing him. We quickly followed suit, hoping to finally get some kind of release. 

“Good, now cariña, I want you to be nice and let Spencer use your mouth.” 

He didn’t have to say more. I happily open my mouth to allow him entry. The mixed taste of the both of us further invigorated me to take him deeper in my mouth. 

“You can touch.” I heard Luke say to which Spencer eagerly accepted. He held strands of my hair in his large hands, but did nothing else. I glance up to see his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth open while his head leaned back on the headboards. I loved looking at him like that, it was arousing and encouraging. I moved my head up, leaving just the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked a bit harder, relishing the way he tightened his grip on my hair. 

I felt the bed dip as Luke got on it again. I knew he was behind me, feeling the heat he emitted on my skin. He rubbed two fingers against my already slippery folds, spreading the slick everywhere. I heard him sigh before once again placing his hands on my hips, the blunt head of his cock thumped against my clit. I raised my hips higher, presenting myself as an offering for his pleasure. 

Luke entered me slowly, lazily, taking his time so that I could feel every inch of him inside me. I moaned and gurgled around the cock still in my mouth. Spencer’s hands yanked me off him as he took deep breaths. His eyes kept darting between Luke and me, pleading for someone to allow him to do something. 

“Go ahead babe, you’ve been so good for me,” Luke praised. 

Spencer looked at my face, silently asking permission. I nodded my head, opening my mouth again for him. Still being the soft sweet boy for the night, he gently entered my mouth, lightly moving my head up and down. 

Luke started quickening his pace, smacking his hips against mine. His balls would slap my clit the harder he thrust in me. The contrast between the rough and hard from behind with the soft and gentle from the front had my mind spiraling. 

“You like this don’t you,” Luke growled out, hunching his form so that his chest was pressed against my back, his words being hissed at my ear. “You like being filled up at both ends.”

All I could do was moan as they both used me. I maneuvered one hand to massage Spencer’s balls, sucking harder with every up stroke. The extra stimulation was just enough for him to cry out and release himself. He came like a freight train, heavy and fast and all too much all at once. I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth and Spencer slipped out of me with the leftover fluid landing on his lower stomach. 

“It’s your turn now cariña,” Luke moaned. He hitched one of my legs up and the new angle had me seeing stars. I couldn’t hold in the cries and shrieks no matter how much I wanted to. I was wailing as I finally, finally, was given release. My arms were too weak to hold me up so I had my face pressed down on the sheets beneath me. 

Luke continued to pound harder and faster inside of me, chasing after his own release. His grip on my hips got harder, his nails digging into my skin, as his pace stuttered to an uneven pace. A few more thrusts and he had my hips pressed against his as I felt him spasm inside of me while I continued to contract around him. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath while Spencer was in a nearly comatose state. Luke returned with wipes in his hand as he cleaned the both of us from the sticky mess we made. He led me to the bathroom to relieve myself while giving Spencer some water. He also helped us put our pajamas on. Soon we were all cuddled up in bed, holding on to each other with happy, sleepy smiles gracing our faces. 

“I love you guys,” I said, snuggling impossibly closer to them. Spencer giggled at my antics, his long limps wrapped around the both of us before drowsily mumbling he loves us too. We waited, peeking one eye open to see if Luke would say it back.

“I love you guys too, even if you’re both a couple of brats.” 

We laughed with him, because we all know that he loved our bratty sides the most. I drifted to sleep, in the comfortable embrace of the men I love most in the world.

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Early Morning Hours

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluffy fluff

Summary: Peter and (Y/N) having a study date in the library

A/N: Heyyyy!! I hope you guys like this, I just wanted to write something fluffy and sweet!! And I think it was pretty good :) 💖💖💖 please let me know if you liked it or if you have any ideas on how I could make my writing better :) 💖💖💖

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(Y/N) raised a hand to cover her gaping mouth, failing to stifle the yawn that arose from her chest, as she glanced around the deserted space, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books, some yellowed and aged, others still crisp and new. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep, having got up at 4 am on a weekend to meet her boyfriend for a study date, yet here she was at 4:15, resisting the urge to take a nap, groaning as she leaned back on her seat.

Hearing the echo of footsteps across the wooden panel floor, she was jerked from her drowsiness, frantically scanning the desolate area, imagination getting the best of her, visibly relaxing when she spotted the boy in question hurriedly walking towards her, a brown paper bag balanced in his arms. Slumping over the table, she nestled her head in her arms, cushioned by the thick, fleecy sleeves of her hoodie, mumbling as she turned over slightly, to peek at him, "Baby you're late".

A boisterous, scrapping noise filled the room as he dragged out the aged, graffitied chair next to her, leaning down to peck the crown of her head apologetically, "Sorry babe". Reaching into the crumpled paper bag, he carefully lifted a cardboard holder with two warm paper cups snuggled in it, waving it in front of the girl's face, wondering out loud, "But at least I brought hot chocolate ?".

Perking up in her seat, she gave him a soft smile, gently accepting the brightly colored cup from his palm, popping of the plastic cap, letting it cool down on the table, lines of steaming heat floating above it. Tilting to face him, she watched as he dug through his jumbled backpack, pulling out the hefty algebra textbook, along with a notebook and some pencils, admiring the way his fluffy curls fell over his eyes, a hand reaching up to push them back exasperatedly.

She crinkled her nose, trying hard not to sneeze as she pulled her biology books closer to them, the dust that had settled on the table drifting haphazardly in the air, sighing as she asked, "So, do you want to start with Biology or Algebra ?".

Shrugging his shoulders, he shifted his chair closer to hers, fixating his gaze onto the ceiling thoughtfully, "Maybe Biology ?", he mussed, tapping his chin lightly, "Since we have a test on Monday ?", his lips curving up into a smile as he watched her thumb through the book, stopping at the right page.

Reaching for one of her glittery pencils, she flipped open a clean page in her notebook- well almost clean, a tiny doodle of Spiderman making him chuckle, "Is that supposed to be me ?". Biting her bottom lip, she tried and failed to stifle the grin that spread across her face, "In my defense it didn't look like that in my head", slapping him lightly on the arm, giggling when he cradled it jokingly, "And stop changing the subject".

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Sometime later, the sun began to shine through the tiny windows in the cracked, grey walls surrounding them, painting the room with a soft yellow light, (Y/N) reaching for her half empty cup, the liquid inside now almost room temperature, sipping gently at it. The rich, chocolaty drink flowed down her throat, making her hum in delight as she turned back to the boy next to her, partially lost in his own dilemma, fingers twisted in his dark cocoa-colored locks, head resting on the cool surface of the table. "Wait, that means for the neurotransmitters to be released it needs to bind to the vesicle", lifting his head up optimistically, warm umber eyes glittering as he finally understood the concept, "and then they bind to the next receptors, initiating an action potential in the next neuron".

Feeling the contagiousness of his happiness, she felt her lips curl into a smile, clapping her hands together as she exclaimed, "Yes! Exactly!", wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to tug him closer to her, connecting their lips. He reacted instantly, kissing her back with just as much fervor, before pulling back for air, sending her a lopsided grin, "This is exactly why studying together is more fun than studying alone", he stated in a matter-o-fact manner.

Giggling she rested her head in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, the comforting scent of cinnamon, apple pie and honey, that made her giddy, enjoying the warmth of his arm around her shoulder.

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She scrunched the loosed strands of her hair in her fist nervously, spinning the pencil around in her hands as her eyes scanned the top of the creased paper. She knew she had studied the chapter before this, and it had made sense at the time, but now she found that her mind went blank, aimlessly grabbing at empty space. Her lacking ability made her heart race uncomfortably, palms growing sweatier as she picked at the skin along the side of the thumb.

Peter fixated his gaze on her, feeling the anxiousness that radiated off her, making his heart ache. Tenderly he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand behind her neck, gently stroking her warm skin, leaning down to whisper, "Hey, its ok", knowing how worked up she could get about her grades and disappointing her parents. His arms moved down to curl around her waist protectively, bringing her frame closer to his, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, placing an encouraging kiss on the side of her face. She responded by clutching him tighter, resting her head on his firm chest, letting the steadiness of his heart beat calm hers, releasing an uneven breath she didn't know she was holding in.

Noticing that her stance had relaxed, he pulled back slightly, inspecting her, the way her hair had grown messier, having tugged it out earlier, the thick locks falling around her face, eyes glassy, close to watering, creating a sinking feeling in his stomach. Lovingly cupping her cheek, he watched her worriedly, forehead creased, as she sighed in relief, nestling her face closer into the palm of his hand, relishing in the comforting heat. Placing another kiss on her forehead, his mouth was filled with a light saltiness, the sheen of sweat on her skin, resting his chin on the top of her head, waiting a few seconds before suggesting, "Do you want to look at it again ?".

She paused for a minute, wishing that she didn't have real world concerns, like school and getting into a good college, but she supposed life wasn't supposed to be easy, but she could be grateful to have Peter. Her Peter, so sweet and loving, always trying to help her, as if he didn't have worse problems to deal with, what with being Spiderman and saving the world. Shifting herself to stare at him, she gave him a weak but genuine smile, "Yes please", tilting her head up to softly peck the tip of his nose, "And thank you baby". Focusing on her, he found an enraptured grin spreading across his face, "Always".

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Bursting out into laughter, Peter fumbled to slide the key into the lock, needing to take a minute to compose himself, wiping away tears with the edge of his finger, before unlocking the door with a click. A loud creak filled the small space as they pushed the door open, careful to shut and lock the it, making their way to his room at the end of the tiny corridor, twisting the shiny, reflective knob.

Tossing their worn backpacks into the corner of the room, the boy collapsed on the bed, landing with a resounding thump, settling on the clean, fluffy sheets, watching the girl attentively as she rummaged through his closet. She pushed through the mountain of disorganized clothes, grabbing the first T-Shirt she spotted, glancing back at the boy, "Eyes closed babe", giggling softly at his whine of protest, before tugging off her hoodie and sweatpants, slipping his shirt on, long enough to hang just above her knees.

Positioning herself on the bed, she snuggled closer to his warm body, snaking her hands around his torso, her legs tangling themselves with his. He enveloped her in his arms, closing the gap between their frames, craning his neck back slightly to look at her, with her hair fanned out around her face like a crown, eyes glittering as they watched him affectionately. Shifting closer to the boy, she peppered his face with kisses, making his eyes flutter shut in pleasure, the edges of his lips curving up into a smile, "You're the only one for me (Y/N)". She found herself mirroring his smile, curling up closer to him and resting her head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his warmth, whispering into the skin, "You're the only one for me too". They stayed intertwined, allowing each others soft breathing and the sound of the city below them to lull them to sleep, eyes closing softly, as they drifted of to exhaustive sleep.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

if you need more asks.. may i suggest pining + jealous bakugou🥺 when he has no right to be jealous bc you’re not together but he still wants to prove that hes better than whoever has your attention

i- just wow what a perfect ask. truly delicious tysm

alsoooo ik this isn’t exactly what u asked for but it just fit super well with the rest of the ask so how bout sum secret-relationship!bakugou ???

—/—

Bakugou hated liars.

He hated people who would bend the truth and skew stories and give people false hope. He wasn’t a liar, obviously, and you weren’t a liar either. That’s why he even liked you so much in the first place. Or was. Until now.

It’s just- in Bakugou’s humble, yet self-decreed correct opinion, Denki was a idiot. Not just an idiot either, no, Denki Kaminari was a certifiable moron. An absolute blockhead who fried his own brain on the daily, for entertainment, and only had half a brain cell when Kirishima lent him one. This was Bakugou’s personal theory from the day he met the blonde, and so by that logic, obviously it was correct. Especially because Bakugou was never wrong, has never been wrong, not once in his-

That’s not the argument here. What is the argument here- what is the nagging, disgusting little problem digging away at Bakugou’s side, is how you’re currently breaking all his trust in you and lying and telling blatant fibs all over the common room.

He was currently sitting in the kitchen, scowling and muttering expletives into the table as he finished up assignments. You were supposed to be sitting across from Bakugou, where he could see you and talk to you and get started on schoolwork with you. In peace. But then the idiot walked in, loud and shouting, showing off a new ‘trick’ with all the grace of a legless deer. But it worked! Somehow Denki stole you away into the common room, far away from Bakugou, and instead tricked you into spending your time goofing off. Instead of studying like you promised!

You broke a promise, which meant you lied, in Bakugou’s eyes, and that was just plain unacceptable. What made it even worse though, what really put a giant stain all over Bakugou’s perfect afternoon, was that you did it with Denki Kaminari! Of all fucking people.

“Denki!” You cheer, cheeks red and ruddy from smiling all afternoon. “That was so cool! Do it again!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Another lie. You were obviously lying, because it, Denki- was not cool. He was not cool whatsoever, not even when he hung around Bakugou, so you were obviously lying. All the idiot was doing was making his hair stand on end- using his quirk to create static hair-dos like a dunce and you were laughing at it? Impressed by it?

No. No- clearly, clearly you were lying, or suffering from brain damage because someone hit you over the head which seemed unlikely because Bakugou’s been watching you all day and he’s fast, so fast and so strong and so capable, way more capable than fucking Denki, and cool too, so cool and he would’ve stopped that before it-

Again. Not the point.

“Look! Y/n,” Denki suddenly yells and Bakugou thinks he sounds like screeching hellspawn. “Guess who I am? Look! Guess!”

Oh.

Oh, okay. So Denki wasn’t just stupid- he must’ve been brain-dead and asking to be real dead because there he was, smiling like an idiot with his hair spiked up like Bakugou’s! Ruining Bakugou’s carefully-crafted and cool style- clouding it and smothering it in utter incompetence and a complete lack of higher brain function.

This just wouldn’t stand- not in Bakugou’s fucking common room.

“Dunce face! Better say your goddamn prayers, bitch!” Bakugou roars, tearing through the kitchen and into common room. “Swear to fucking god I’m gonna murder you!”

“Heyyyy, b-buddy.” Denki’s up and running, hiding around the opposite end of the couch as he holds up a placating hand. “I was just- it’s a joke! A joke, you know?”

“No I fucking don’t know, you absolute idiot!” Bakugou screams, chasing him down with explosions igniting. “It’s not fuckin’ funny! You havin’ the fuckin’ nerve to mock me like you’re not the single stupidest organism on the entire fucking planet! You’re a fuckin’ stain, you imbecile!”

Bakugou’s feeling good- feeling alive and fiery and carnivorous as he rounds on Denki. As he backs Denki into a corner, like he knew he would, since the blonde is quite literally the stupidest person Bakugou can think of. Bakugou raises his hand, nitroglycerin gathering in his palms. Denki screams. Like an absolute bitch.

“Y/n!” Denki wails. “Help me! Call somebody! Get Aizawa- I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die and get blown up and get-“

Bakugou ignites the gel waiting in his palms. Noise and chaos and Denki’s girlish screams fill the room. It smells like burning and soot and fire and then? The smoke clears- the smoke clears and Denki is still fucking talking.

“Y-you, you burnt my hair off! Bakugou!” He screeches, grabbing at fistfuls of his charred hair. “How- I- why, man?”

“Because I’m sick of your fuckin’ idiotic tricks!” Bakugou screams from above him, his spit covering nearly every surface of surrounding area, “And now you look as fuckin’ stupid as you act, idiot. Serves you fuckin’ right!”

Denki wails again. He’s beside himself and skitters away, tail between his foolish legs, towards the nearest bathroom to check the damage. He’s out of the room in seconds. Out of Bakugou’s sight- good.

Bakugou walks away triumphant, leaving behind a crime scene of fried hair and Denki’s soot-backed, cowering, outline on the wall. All is suddenly right in the world of Katsuki, and he takes a victory lap back towards the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do all that, you know.” You say, leaning against the kitchen door frame. “I would’ve come back eventually.”

“I-I didn’t- he fuckin’ deserved it for makin’ fun of me!” Bakugou yells, turning his face away to hide his blush. “It was for me, you shitty woman! Why the fuck would I have-“

“Mhm.” You nod, before giving a quick sign. “See that’s kind of a shame though, because if it was for me, I would be super proud of the winner. I have a real thing for winners, you know, an-“

“I won!”

“What’s that, blasty?”

“I said- I said I fuckin’ won! You were there! You fuckin’ saw it with your own shitty eyes!” Bakugou is red in face now, hands clenched into fists. “I won- I killed him! Just like I said!”

“You fried his hair.”

“Whatever- who fuckin’ cares! He still lost! I won!”

“Yeah, I guess you did.” You walk closer to him, taking his clenched fists into your hands. “Now stop being so pouty and mad, will you? You won, and it’s over, and you’re still the one who wanted to keep us a secret, remember?”

“Yeah! Because of idiot’s like him- always fuckin’ runnin’ his mouth and sayin’ shit! I don’t wanna deal with it!”

“Alright then, Katsu. I get it. Calm down.” You soothe, running your finger through his hair. He leans into your touch. “Besides, I like you and your hair better, so no need to get so jealou-“

“Who said I was fuckin’ jealous, hah?” Bakugou screams. “I didn’t! I wasn’t! I’ve never been jealous, that’s fucking stupid, something stupid people do, and I’m not stupid! I don’t do it and-“

You just laugh, pressing a kiss into his hair as he screams.

[simp4ace]

a perfect date ~ sanji x gn!reader

a/n: Happy Christmas💖 This is a surprise present for 🧪anon!!! I can't tag you so I'm praying it won't get buried in your dashboard aaa😭😭😭 So uhh, I just want to say thank you to you. You know, when I see my other friends get ask from anon, it would be a lie if I say I'm not jealous :(((( No one ever really interacts with me at all, nor send me any request. I guess it's understandable since I just a small blog and all but heyyyy you came and interacted with me so I really really appreciate itttt🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤ Idk if you celebrate Christmas I just wanna give you a gift! Should have posted it this morning with everyone else but I didn't want it to be buried so🤗 I hope it's still 25th for you hehe💖 Wish you have a happy holiday and have much fun especially after the finals💪

It was your first Christmas Eve together, and Sanji had everything planned.

He wanted to make it perfect just for you, spending weeks before it to do research, asking you odd questions, and finding out the best present for you. Because oh, you were his whole word, of course, you deserved all the best!

Finally, the day came, and it went perfectly smooth for the first part of the day. Sanji had come to the meeting point hours earlier, checking his plan several times on the phone, and making sure everything has well set. You two had had a wonderful day together. He brought you to your dream coffee shop (where you never had the guts to come in because of the price), to the bookstore, to the cinema, basically to everywhere you’d want to. He paid attention carefully to you, and if you had a single sign of tiredness, he would know right away and offered you a rest. It was a perfect date, he was a perfect boyfriend, and everything was utterly fine. Sanji thought he could do it alright.

The Mall was the last destination for you guys before dinner.

“How do I look?”

Turning around to a softly spoken, Sanji immediately held his breath the moment you stepped out of the changing room, looking a bit shy in the new clothes. The heat slowly burned on his face, and somehow the disobedient heart didn't listen to Sanji anymore but danced wildly in his chest. Just ... wow!

He kept reminding that he must have kept himself together, but oh, you were so gorgeous! Amazing! Stunning! All the good in the world! Words might fail him as the only thing coming out of him was:

“It looks great.”

Realizing how dumb he was, Sanji tried to save it by adding quickly.

“I MEAN! You’re beautiful, y/n-swannnn!!! You are absolutely charming and uh I-”

Dammit.

You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to realize his falterings. Beaming at his words, you said gleefully as you turned around.

“Great! I’ll change it real quick and then we can go for dinner!”

As you went back to the changing room, Sanji sighed and leaned against the wall, trying to calm his heart down. Ah, it was so hard to keep cool standing next to such a wonderful person like you. Sanji knew he was always the type who loses himself and bleeds noseblood around you, but this time was a special day, and he didn’t want to ruin it.

"Hey, Sanji! I'm back!" you came back with lots of bags in both of your hands. Now that Sanji had had time to restrain himself, he offered you a hand skillfully:

"Here, let me carry them all for you."

You curled your lips, not quite agreeing.

"How can I let you carry them all? Here, just a half, so that you have one hand free!"

"One hand free for what?" He looked at you, confused.

"For holding hand!" You stated as if it was the most natural thing ever, "Don't you want to?"

His heart didn't build to take all these attacks at once, he swore. Blushing like crazy, he tremblingly grabbed the hand you were holding out, just hoping he wouldn’t have a nose bleed. It wouldn’t be cool at all. You smiled sweetly at his clumsy side.

“Ah alright! I’m hungry! Let's go find somewhere to eat."

Walking down to the street adorned in bright lights and several arrays of poinsettias, you could feel the cheery vibes brushing on your skin as you two made your way through the crowd. You hummed a happy song when swaying Sanji’s hand back and forth slightly; he noted the happy look on your face, which is a good sign.

"I have found a great restaurant for dinner." He announced, wanting to keep things smooth and perfect until the last minute.

"Oh! I'm so excited!" You replied with a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat or two at how beautiful it was. Trying to fight down the flush, Sanji reassured himself that this would be alright. Everything was on plan. No need to worry. Stay cool.

However, life was such a joke. A bad one, to be honest. Sanji bet fortune had forgotten him when you guys stood outside the restaurant, reading the sign that wrote: "The restaurant now runs out of table. Thank you! May you have a very merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year."

The blond guessed this was how it felt like when the sky was falling. If only he had ordered the table first! How could he forget!

"It's all good, Sanji! We could go around and find another restaurant!"

You squeezed his numbed hand lovingly, showing that you didn't mind it at all. Sanji however, couldn't even look into your eyes, with all the guilt and embarrassment swirling together in his stomach right now, and just obediently followed you as you two wandered around looking for another place for dinner. But of course, at a time like Christmas Eve, it was impossible to find an empty restaurant.

After checking three or four places, Sanji lost all his hope and just had to admit that his perfect plan was now ruined.

"I'm sorry." He sobered quietly, cocking his head down to avoid your gaze. They got mad; Sanji thought bitterly as he felt your hand leave his; what if they left now.

Oh no, he might want to cry... His shoulder already trembled when suddenly, there was a light and fuzzy substance feeling lingering on his collarbone, making Sanji to look up in surprise.

Hanging around his neck now was a scarf made of wool.

"Merry Christmas! It's my surprise present to you! You like it?" You chirped, smiling brightly at him.

"A present? For me?" Sanji touched the scarf, unbelieved. Warmth filled his heart as he realized it was knitted in his favorite color, with the initials of his name on it.

"Is it warm?"

"Very...Oh my God, Y/n-swan, I love it! Thank you so much! I-" He stuttered as tears now welling up in his eyes, making it harder to speak clearly.

"Aw, don't cry! I'm glad you like it!" You gently swiped all the tears on his face and added proudly. "I knitted it myself!"

"Ah, hang on, I have a present for you too!" Sanji said, quickly putting his hand on the pocket just to realize that...he forgot it!

"I left it at home!!!!" The blond cried out in disbelief. First the restaurant, now this!

To his surprise, you didn't get mad or sad; instead, you chuckled softly as if you found this was very hilarious.

"Ah, it's alright! Relax, you have been straining yourself the whole day."

You noticed? Sanji could feel his face burn in embarrassment.

"I-I want to make it a perfect date for you." Your boyfriend said shyly. You wrapped your hand around him affectionately as you stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheeks.

"And I appreciate that! Thank you, my lovely. But it's all good! Now we can come to your house and eat dinner, and I can have my gift there. How does that sound?"

"Do you fine with not eating at a restaurant for Christmas?"

"I would be fine as long as I'm staying with you, Sanji." You smiled, and at that moment, despite all the brightness around, the stars in your eyes were the only thing Sanji could see.

"Thank you," Sanji whispered.

"How about making me some hot chocolate as a thank you, then?"

"Hot chocolate is good. I'm good at making hot chocolate." He said, finally feeling like the date was going to be alright again.

Ah, so at the end of the day, the perfect date only existed as long as you guys were together. When he was with you, everything would work out fine. It was always with you.

And maybe with some hot chocolate, too!

[shyneanon]

Heyyyy so y’all know how I usually like to write HT!Sans but today I kinda wanted to write him creepy the way some people like to write him. I thought it’d be kind of fun to do that. Yandere, mwahaha. So I guess this is sort of an x reader fic but the feeling is not mutual.

That said, before reading: We know yandere-type characters are preeeeetty out of touch with reality and are obviously supposed to be unsettling. Meaning in this, Sans isn’t exactly paying attention to MC when she says “no.” It doesn’t get really sexual, but still, it’s non-con. So if that bothers you, maaaaybe don’t read this. Just felt it was fair to warn you guys, I don’t want to upset anyone.

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How long had you been down here?

You weren’t sure anymore.

As of late you had been engaged in an inner debate regarding whether you would rather be dead. You weren’t sure. At least if you were alive there was… a chance?... you could get home and eventually die there, happy.

But that was seeming farther and farther away. The memories of home were already fading. Amazing how the human mind becomes accustomed to its current surroundings, yeah? How quickly things become “normal.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you and Papyrus in this house, where you were currently chained up in the living room. He wasn’t so bad. Scary to look at, sure, but friendly, and relatively normal when it came to holding conversation.

It was Sans who made things so unpleasant.

He hadn’t done anything to you, it wasn’t like he hurt you. He was just… creepy. The way that his one red eye would just lock onto you and just… stare, unblinking…. It scared you. The look was intense. Too intense. You just wished you knew what he was thinking. At first, you’d told yourself he probably didn’t mean to be creepy. He had a big injury in his head, maybe it had screwed up his understanding of social norms. Stuff like not staring. And it only freaked you out so much because of the way he looked and how he didn’t need to blink.

But he freaked you out for other reasons too.

A couple of times he had approached you, and you’d thought that maybe he was going to strike up a conversation. You’d witnessed him have conversations with Paps before. That was when he seemed the least creepy. When he was just acting normal around his brother. He made some pretty messed up jokes but that didn’t really bother you too much. It just seemed like whenever he took notice of you he got really really weird. He’d sat down next to you, and you’d been a little nervous, but you had decided to try and start a conversation. Which had… kind of worked. Sans seemed fine with, uh… indulging you? Like he thought you just wanted to talk and was happy to listen. He made some comments, but mostly just listened. That wasn’t weird.

It was the touching that had been weird.

Again, he didn’t do anything to you, as far as you were aware he wasn’t some sort of sick pervert. But he’d just… started touching your hair, and even your face, the whole time his eye just locked on whatever it was his fingers were preoccupied with. He’d only seemed to be half paying attention to what you were saying.

You were pretty sure he’d even sniffed you a couple of times.

So from then on you’d just tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. He’d sat next to you a couple of times, probably expecting a conversation, but you’d just smiled politely at him and he’d gotten up and left, looking disappointed and even a little annoyed. He didn’t seem to mind when you spoke to his brother, though, so you didn’t think he was like… yandere, for lack of a more succinct term. So that was at least a relief.

Still, you did your best to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen, of cooking. The times when you least wanted to talk to Sans were when Papyrus was out. Times like now. Sans was making a meal, and you could smell it, but you refused to say anything. He could take it as an invitation for more hair-sniffing.

Eventually the sounds of cooking stopped and you could hear him eating. Your own stomach felt kind of empty. But usually Papyrus was the one to cook meals for you. Thank God.

When Sans left the kitchen with a plate in his hand, you tried to ignore him… until he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” he said.

Um.

“Hi,” you said.

He held up the plate. “I have food for you.”

“Oh, OK. Cool.”

He sat down next to you. Dude, take a hint. You could see that on the plate were medium-sized pieces of cooked meat. Instead of handing you the plate, though, he grabbed a singular piece of meat and then held it out to you. When you reached out to try to take it he pulled back.

What the… Is he mocking me?

You almost had to hold back a wounded response, but he then held the piece up to your lips and moved closer to you.

… O… oh.

“Um,” you said. “This is really nice but you can just hand me the plate—“

“Just eat.”

… OK. You opened your mouth and he slipped the food into it; once he withdrew you started chewing, not looking at him. But you could feel his red eye locked onto you.

Then you felt his fingers running along your neck, and you flinched.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You said nothing, just turned when you were done with your first piece of meat. As you did he leaned in, breaching your personal bubble.

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“Thanks, Sans,” was your only reply, and he smiled.

“Y… You’re welcome.”

He fed you the next piece of meat, sliding it in farther this time. Your lips closed around it, and… was his breathing picking up?

“You’re… pretty when you eat.”

The hell does that mean? Still, you smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Thanks.”

He got closer to you. Dude did not know how to read the room. You did not like him touching you and stuff. Still, one of his fingers started to twirl itself in your hair, like a fork twirling around in spaghetti to get it to wrap around itself.

Another piece of food. Yep… his breathing was heavier, fanning against your cheek. As if you didn’t feel uncomfortable enough, he leaned close to your ear.

“I like being alone with you.”

You didn’t like where this was going. “That’s nice,” you replied, doing your best to keep your responses curt.

Still oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like what was happening (or did he just not care?) he fed you more. You looked at the plate. There were only two pieces left. Once he was finished he’d probably get up and go. Hopefully.

He kept talking: “You make me think of a deer.”

You looked at him, despite your better judgment. Was… he talking food-wise? Did… did he want to eat you?

“So graceful, and gentle, and shy....”

One of his hands cupped your cheek.

“Like a little doe.”

His teeth a hair’s width away from your ear, he hummed.

“Can I call you that?”

You said nothing, not sure what to—

“My little doe?”

After forcing yourself to swallow your meat, you said, “Your little doe?”

That seemed to excite him. His pupil dilated. “Yes…. You’re my little doe.”

You leaned away, debating on whether to talk back. Sans carried a giant axe with him everywhere. Would he get violent if you protested?

He set the plate of food aside. Shit.

“Sans,” you began, and his pupil dilated more. His breathing got heavy.

“Yes… Say my name….”

Before you could say anything his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You started to shake. His brother wasn’t here to stop him. How far would he go without supervision? He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t go… that far, right?

Deciding you didn’t want to take your chances, you started to squirm, but it did no good. His grip was like that of a bear trap.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

He leaned in closer and you kept struggling. It wasn’t helping but you wanted him to know you were not on board.

Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because his teeth pressed against your lips. He immediately started to pant, his pupil so big his whole eye almost looked black. He just stared at you as his teeth moved against your lips. When his eyes lidded in an expression that looked like he was getting high, you weren’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Mm-mmh,” he murmured, leaning into you more. “Mmh….”

OK, this was it. You were done. You started to push back. “Sans, st—“

“My little doe,” he breathed. “(Y/n)... my little doe….”

“Stop touching me, Sans.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”

He kept saying that like it was going to make you feel better. “I don’t care. I don’t like it when you touch me. I said stop.”

“It’s OK,” he said, although it sounded almost like it was to himself more than you. “It’s OK. You’ll like it soon. Just let me keep going.”

He pressed his teeth to your lips again. You started to worry. Again, he wouldn’t… go all the way, right? You began to realize that if he did, you didn’t have an ounce of the strength needed to stop him. Not to mention that you were chained to the wall. You kept pushing but he didn’t stop. He really seemed to think that if he just kept at it you’d suddenly decide you were fine with it.

“Mmh… Mine…. Just think about me….”

You tried to pull away but it didn’t work. Well, you certainly weren’t paying attention to anything but him, but not in the way he wanted.

“I love you… my doe….”

His teeth moved to your neck. You whimpered, but despite the obvious fear in it he seemed encouraged.

“I’ve been in love with you… since we met…. I’ve wanted this for so long….”

A purr.

“Isn’t that romantic…?”

A tongue you hadn’t known he had ran up your neck, and you swallowed, not sure if he was trying to turn you on or if this was a taste test.

“So good,” he muttered. Oh fuck, it was the latter.

He gave you another taste, moaning.

“I said I would control myself…”

You could see his large eye locked onto you again, wide.

“But I can’t control myself around you. Not now… that I have you all to myself. Not anymore.”

With that he bit down and you yelled. The bite was so hard it drew blood, and his tongue ran over the wound. Another moan escaped him.

He’s going to eat me. He’s going to eat me alive and he’s going to be getting off to it the whole time.

Now concerned for your life, you started to push his face away. “Get off!” you managed.

“It’s OK, my doe… I won’t eat you…. Not you….”

He moved your arms aside like it was nothing and nibbled your ear.

“I love you too much to eat you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I would die.” He leaned in, his red eye staring hard. “See how much I love you? I would die without you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He kissed your cheek, and you grimaced.

“If anyone tried to take you away… I would tear them apart.”

You realized just how much you were trembling. His words didn’t make you feel safe at all.

“Isn’t that so romantic, my little doe? That I’m so devoted? That I would kill for you?”

Getting sick of this, you hissed, “I’m not your little doe. I’m not your anything. Fuck you.”

He flushed blue, his eyes lidding again. “So… feisty….”

He kissed you again, his teeth gently trying to pry your lips apart. When you resisted he bit down, and took advantage of your small cry of pain to slide his tongue into your mouth. He groaned, his eye looking up and his movements slowing as he explored your mouth.

“Nngh….” He sighed, flushing blue and closing his eyes. His tongue found yours and he moaned again. “Mmh…~”

You remembered the large, jagged hole in his skull, and you reached up with one hand and hooked your fingers into it, tugging hard to the side. You weren’t sure if it would hurt but apparently it did, because he released your lips with a hiss of pain. You squirmed to get out of his grip but it wasn’t any looser.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because I want you to stop!” you yelled.

“But I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t fucking care! I don’t love you back!”

He didn’t take much notice. “Little doe... we’re all alone. It’s so quiet. It’s just us. Paps is busy and won’t be back for a while.” He leaned in. “This is the romantic moment that I’ve been waiting for. To confess to you. To tell you how I feel.”

He breathed against your lips.

“While Paps is gone, we can do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove how much I love you…. Let me make you moan for me. You don’t even have to love me back, I don’t care, just enjoy what I do to you. Just enjoy the feeling of me deep insi--”

You screamed.

This seemed to finally snap him out of it, because his look grew panicked and he clamped his hand over your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! Don’t scream! If anyone finds you they’ll kill you!”

You pried his hand away from your mouth. “Stop touching me or I’ll keep screaming until someone finds me and kills me!”

He immediately put you back down, moving away from you. You made a point of wiping your lips and neck of all the unwanted affection, and you glared at him, moving as far away as you could. At least he seemed to want you alive. That was an advantage— perhaps your only advantage— against him.

“If you touch me ever again I’ll scream,” you told him.

He looked hurt, though that meant nothing to you after what he’d just done. He seemed to remember the pieces of meat that were left and, thankfully, slid the plate over to you.

“I understand,” he said, standing up. “You’re not in the mood right now. You’ve had a bad day. That’s OK. That’s OK. It’s OK. We can do this another time, when you’re feeling better. When you’re not upset. You’ll like it then.”

After one last glance at you, he left, muttering “She’ll like it then” to himself over and over. Once he was finally out of sight you curled up into yourself, resisting the urge to vomit. Creep! Sick creep!

All those times he had stared at you or touched your hair… Had he been planning this all that time?

You would tell Papyrus about this when he came back. You had the bite mark as proof.

At least you had Papyrus. But your inner debate was over.

You would rather be dead than here.