#.✰* — ˗ˏˋ wanted opposites ˎˊ˗

[blaire-apricity]

Hii, can i request the LADs boys reacting to mc avoiding them after they kissed for the first time?? Thank youu

First Kiss

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first kiss with Xavier was featherlight and gentle, imbued with a tenderness that was unmistakable. You could see through his body language how his tensed shoulders eased the moment your lips touched; his hand intertwined with yours while the other cupped your cheek with delicate care. He was cautious, ensuring he didn’t surprise you or cause any discomfort.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind it. As he pulled away, those tender eyes gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, the corner of his lips curving into a small, endearing smile. Overwhelmed by the intimacy, you felt a rush of embarrassment and flusteredness, instinctively turning away to excuse yourself. Your heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from your chest.

Xavier stood there, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He processed the situation, momentarily worrying that he had done something wrong to provoke such a reaction, unaware that your response was born from sheer flustered-ness.

You didn’t avoid him outright, but whenever you spoke, you averted your gaze, the memory of his lips lingering each time you met his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice tinged with guilt. He felt he might have made you uncomfortable, and though he cherished that first kiss, he was ready to restrain himself if it meant ensuring your comfort. His expression was akin to a bunny with drooping ears, vulnerable and earnest.

Xavier’s tendency to blame himself led to numerous apologies, but as you explained your side, his eyes gradually lit up. Hearing you admit that it was embarrassment and not discomfort that fueled your reaction, his imaginary bunny ears perked up.

He didn’t mind your initial avoidance, and knowing your true feelings now, a genuine smile spread across his face. The fact that he could elicit such a flustered reaction from you made him quietly elated.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne’s kiss was surprisingly intense, a stark contrast to his usual cold exterior. Many assumed his gestures would be distant and minimal, but his kiss was the complete opposite. His hand gently supported the back of your head while the other cupped your cheek, his lips pressing against yours with a passion that was almost overwhelming. His kiss was full of emotion, conveying a depth of feeling that his reserved demeanor often hid.

You were utterly flustered, even more so when he pulled away and his eyes softened, examining your dazed expression. Everything went blank in your mind, the intensity of your emotions making it hard to process anything.

For hours, you were lost in that moment. Even when he tried to speak to you, waving his hand, you barely responded, leaving him to think you were deliberately ignoring him.

“Y/n, are you angry?” he asked, his direct gaze snapping you out of your trance momentarily.

“W-What? N-No,” you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts. He remained silent, staring at you with an expectant look, prompting you to confess your feelings.

You explained that it was a pleasant but overwhelming feeling, not something you could immediately process. His expression softened, and you swore you saw the corner of his lips curve into a rare, fond smile, making you blush even more.

“Next time,” he began, “let me know.” His tone was calm, but his words carried a gentle insistence. He wanted you to communicate better for the sake of both of you.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Despite his bratty nature, Rafayel’s kiss was calculated and surprisingly tender. It was both of your first kiss, yet it felt like he instinctively knew what to do. You expected his gestures to be limited to holding hands, but his kiss was a revelation. He seemed to hold himself back, his longing and devotion palpable in the way he kissed you. It felt like he was pouring his heart into that kiss, desperate yet controlled, as if he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The rush of emotions took you by surprise. Your wide eyes, cheeks tinged with a pink blush, and racing heart betrayed your astonishment. As he pulled back, Rafayel scanned your expression, frowning slightly, unsure of your reaction.

“…What?” he asked, his confusion evident.

“…I…” You trailed off, struggling to form coherent words. Rafayel’s brows knitted in curiosity and confusion.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” he said, his signature annoyed expression appearing as he crossed his arms.

“What? No! I did!” you quickly reassured him, knowing how dramatic Rafayel could be.

He turned away with a huff, unconvinced by your words. In the end, it was you who needed to explain your reaction. Before you could avoid him, Rafayel would confront you, demanding clarity.

Despite his bratty demeanor, which you found endearing, Rafayel took full advantage of your reactions, using them to his benefit. His charm lay in his ability to be both frustrating and utterly captivating.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sharing your first kiss with Sylus was an intense, straightforward gesture. Once he had your consent, he held nothing back. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you feel his dominance as he crashed his lips against yours. His kiss was deep and demanding, his grip on your hand tightening as he leaned in further. It was rough and aggressive, leaving you breathless and taken aback.

When he finally pulled away, his grip on you loosened slightly. You excused yourself quickly, feeling the embarrassment and the pounding of your heart. The encounter left you flustered and speechless.

For hours, you avoided him, feeling awkward whenever you crossed paths in the manor. You gave him no explanation, leaving him puzzled and annoyed.

Eventually, he cornered you, pulling you close so your chest pressed against his. His towering figure and intense gaze made you even more flustered.

“I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetie,” he said, his tone slightly annoyed. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “If you didn’t like it, you can simply tell me.”

The close proximity made you stammer, but you managed to explain your reaction despite your stuttering. His frown slowly eased, replaced by a smirk as he realized the effect his kiss had on you.

“I should increase that effect then,” he concluded, his gaze narrowing in amusement.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡!

[ejundo]

˗ ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

loud outgoing m. reader x introverted cold quiet oc [damien z.]

warnings . + ♡

semi-public ? , hickeys [claiming?} , teasing , alcohol , drinking , drunk sex, hate sex blabla, pwop, slight bruise (just aggressive sex) , manhandling, .. spit for lube, not proofread , reader is implied to have a cock. bad grammar&purposely lowercase! ｡>﹏<｡

smut fem dni. ty!

it's... a mystery to how you and damien zicado ever became friends... the two of you had always had pointless arguments and were clearly polar opposites, everything about you guys. whether it would be the... style! or your personalities. it was different.

see.. you were extremely obnoxious and loud, in a somewhat comforting way. to the point it aggravated damien heavily, you and damien just couldn't stand each other at all. you. thinking of damien as a boring boy who had nothing interesting about him, of course you weren’t wrong. there was nothing intriguing about damien, yet that didn’t stop him from having a decent amount of friends, those same friends being your friends and that is how you met!

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"damien, you are seriously annoying the hell out of me!" the angry voice spat out your angry voice, you and damien zicado were in a heated argument their only friends who had invited them had went off .. somewhere in the loud club. it was honestly a surprise that the two could even hear each other bickering back and forth.

your face was scrunched up as your eyes squinted at damien giving him a weird look. he simply rolled his eyes at you "oh wow really? me? annoying? woah! get this y.n l.n im not you! " damien spat back. continuing to go off on each other, some people looking at you and him with concern.

damien furrowed his eyebrows the alcohol was fueling his anger as he looked at your figure with hate yet a hint of lust could be seen behind those eyes and it was clear that the two wanted each other so.. badly. well.. he wanted you so badly. the lust was evident and practically surrounded him. causing you to be as enchanted, that didn’t stop you from talking back to him.

though…

in a flash, you were suddenly grabbed by your wrist and held against the wall that damien was previously leaning on "you never know when to shut up. well let me just help you out yeah?" blinking rapidly you didn’t know what to feel other then shock. a whimper left your lips as both his hands held yours against the wall.

by the way damien was holding your wrist it was clear that it would leave a somewhat bruise. his grip tightened as damien pulled you in, lips connecting as damien leaned into it, to shocked to even process what was happening you just let it happen. confusion overwhelmed your body as you tried processing the situation. kissing a hot dude— or rather making out with a hot dude after some heated argument. both a loss and a win?

you had tried to calm down before realizing that he taking a deep breath through his nose and leaned into the session, tongue and all.

the grip on your wrist loosened and soon enough it turned into a more passionate and heated kiss, smiling in relief as you wrapped ur arms gently around his neck. damien opened his eyes and remembered that you and him were still in public

“mmm, as much as i want to show everybody how good i’m gonna treat you… we wouldn’t want to be seen as those types of people right baby?..” damien hummed as he caressed your waist. you could only nod a smile on your lips as you held onto damien for dear life…. this man was doing something to you.

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you heavily panted as you stared hatefully at damien throuh the mirror,all he was doing was prepping you with his finger and you were acting a mess..

“f..-ngh! fuck….” you gripped onto the bathroom sink as your legs shook uncontrollably. “damien….th…iss is extremely, unsanitary…..” you hissed, damien hummed as he patted your right ass cheek gently. He looked at you through the mirror making direct eye contact, a grin plastering on his face as he watched you become flustered at the contact.

“that’s to bad?… if you want me so badly then you can deal with it.” damien pulled his fingers out a whine emerging from your lips at the sudden emptiness only to be silenced by damien’s fingers “be a good boy and clean ‘em. please.” he said quietly, you did as told damien watching you intently before focusing his self to your ass? or rather something else. you shook your head and continued sucking on the fingers.

you observed your appearance, obviously looking more disheveled compared to damien as half of your clothes were discarded except for your shirt… surprisingly… meanwhile damien was still fully dressed in his lazy clothing… despite going to a club he still wore baggy lazy clothing… no wonder you hate him.

rolling your eyes you opened your mouth to signal that you were done cleaning the fingers. he dragged them lazily out of your mouth and rested his other hand on your hip, now using his dominant hand. focused on the mirror u watched as damien pulled a condom out of his pocket raising an eyebrow. was he planning this or did he just want to get a fuck?

shaking the thought you let out a soft sigh until you hears damien spit, you looked back at him and watched as he lathered the spit “you bought a condom but not lube?” damien glanced over to you, he furrowed his eyebrows before focusing back on his own cock.

you were surprised he didn’t say anything back but shrugged it off. “if you want to stop, safe word is…. green. and if you cant speak, knock harshly on the sink 4 times, alright?” you nodded, and held the counter.

damien wasted no time in fucking you, he slammed in a gasp erupted from your mouth as you lifted your leg in surprised, “hng— fuck!—“ you held your mouth as damien went at an almost inhumane speed. well, thats how it seemed.

groans and grunts were coming from damien meanwhile loud whines and whimpers erupted from you, legs shaking and back arched as sweat trailed down your face and legs. taking a glance into the mirror damien looked like he was in a trance. removing your hand you replaced it with the sink gripping tightly and harshly, "mmhnn.. fuck!- damien..." whispering his name. He was holding your waist so tightly you were extra positive you were gonna get bruises.. seeing that a bruise was forming on your wrist from earlier... many minutes later, you were reaching ur climax "dami- hnhh.. im gonna cum......" you whimpered as you stared up at the mirror, you didn't expect to see damien staring right back, with a grunt he nodded, possibly saying that you could cum. not like you were gonna listen if he told you not too..

and so, you held the sink even tighter as your back arched a loud whine erupting as you reached your climax, the white goo shooting to the floor. damien followed behind as he stopped thrusting. though it was weird.. as you could feel the warmth of his cum seeping inside.

"i thought you wore a condom..." you managed to mutter, he pulled his cock out before glancing at the broken condom. "woops... i don't have anything and I hope you don't either.." you simply shook your head. "im not a hoe." damien rolled his eyes before his head snapped towards the noise, causing for you to look aswell.

it was his and your friend staring at the two of you. with pure shock on their faces..

"err.. awkward..?"

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this didn't take aslong as i thought it would? BUT i am glad that i finally posted something after like.. 4 weeks. maybe idfk..? but ATLAS! i am donee :3 i hoped you enjoyed meeting damien "zicardo" Z. !!!!!! meowmeow byeee [MY REQUEST ARE OPENN!! pls request i need more motivation.. and you guys are able to ask literally anything idm :D]

[loveharlow]

LIVE BAIT

PAIRING‧₊˚  Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader (one sided)

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [4.1k] Left alone with Topper while Rafe is out, his best friend seems to take a shot at you...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  non-con/dub-con, smut, swearing, dark!rafe, gullible!reader, sexual coercion/manipulation, deception, cheating, yelling, manhandling, implied murder/attempted murder

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

˗ˏˋ rafe masterlist ˎˊ˗

YOU SAT ON THE COUCH IN RAFE’S LIVING IN NOTHING BUT ONE OF HIS SHIRTS, WATCHING TV AS HE EMERGED FROM DOWN THE HALL. He had his phone and car keys in hand, the jingling of the metal causing your eyes to drift from the flashing of digital colors to him. 

“Are you leaving?” You inquired, leaning your weight on one arm as you sat up on the couch slightly.

“Yeah, something came up but it won’t take long.” You frowned as you watched his frame edge closer to the front door of The Cameron Residence, his hand on the doorknob as he turned around to look at your half-dressed figure on the sofa. “Go put some pants on. Topper’s still coming by.”

You wanted to groan at his statement. “Can’t he hang out with Kelce? He always want to hang with you. Doesn't he have other friends?”

“He’s still upset about Sarah leaving him and he thinks she’ll pop up around the house. Look just, don’t say anything about her around him. Alright?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, mumbling something about Topper being annoying before turning away from him to face the TV once again, fully prepared to hear the slam of the front door signaling his absence. You never heard that confirmation, however. Instead, you were met with the feeling of Rafe’s calloused hand on your jaw just before you registered his quick footsteps, the man using his firm grip to tilt your head back where you were greeted with the sight of him staring you down.

“Drop the attitude. If I have to put up with you, you have to put up with him. So fix your damn face and be nice.” He told you sternly and in a hushed tone before releasing his grip and allowing your face to drop, the strain on your neck easing itself out. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way his words stung in the slightest of ways. You could hear his heavy steps following their path back to the front door, the alarm system chiming and hinges creaking as he opened the door. “And I’m serious, go put some pants on.” Was all he said before you heard the slam of the front door.

NOT EVEN THIRTY MINUTES HAD PASSED SINCE RAFE LEFT. You’d resistantly done as he said, going into his bedroom and finding a pair of shorts you’d left here and tugging them on, despite them being swallowed by his shirt anyway, barely able to tell you were wearing them.

You were on the sofa again, laying on your back as you scrolled through your phone when suddenly, you heard the lock on the front door being twisted, mechanisms clanking against each other and echoing out in the expanse of the room. Head twisting towards the noise, a stream of sunlight welcomed itself in as Topper walked into the home, carefully closing the door behind himself. 

Turning around, he was visibly startled by your face peeking above the back of the couch. “Oh, hey.” He breathed out, realizing it was just you. “I forgot Rafe said you’d be here, too." He spoke absentmindedly. "Where is he, by the way?” He questioned, walking around to stand in front of your outstretched frame.

You politely slid your feet off of the length of the furniture, clearing a space for him to sit next to you. You were both on two opposite ends of the couch and you didn’t miss the way he eyed the length of your exposed legs, tongue coming out to lick the corner of his mouth. 

“He had to do something, said he’d be back soon.” You responded back, mainly giving your attention to your phone as you leaned against the arm of the couch and tried not to look at him. It was mildly awkward in the space — seeing as you’d only ever really interacted with Topper when your boyfriend was around and now that it was just you two, there was a tension that clouded the room. Rafe always served as an icebreaker and he wasn't here to break the ice.

Topper hummed in response. Eventually, you turned off your phone, diverting your attention to the TV and that was when you noticed it — Topper’s eyes fleeting to you every couple of seconds in your peripheral. Your legs were curled up underneath you and his eyes roamed your figure, up and down with little shame. This went on for a couple minutes until he spoke up.

“When did you say Rafe would be back again?”

Your wide eyes drifted to the blonde on the far end of the couch, nervously going between him and the program that was playing low in the background. “Oh, um, I didn’t. But he should be back soon.” 

Only then did you notice Rafe had been gone for a fair amount of time. But it wasn’t anything new. Knowing him he could be back within the next five minutes or five hours, not a care in the world that you were stuck in the house with his best friend who wouldn't stop staring at you. Was there something on on your shirt? Did he want to say something?

“You know, he might be helping his dad. I heard something happened to one of the construction sites. A roof collapsed or something.” He told you, sitting up straighter. “...That could take a while.”

“Oh.” You said apprehensively. “If that’s the case then yeah, he might be a while. I can go to his room so you can have this space to yourself-”

“No, no,” Topper interrupted, dragging himself closer to you across the couch, now only inches away. Your back ached as you pressed yourself against the armrest, his sudden close proximity startling you. “I don't mind. We can keep each other company.” He spoke lowly, eyes boring into yours. One of his hands came up to caress your thigh, his fingers gliding across the flesh as your heart thumped in your chest. You didn't feel comfortable with that.

“It’s just that, I’ve been having a really hard time getting my mind off of Sarah, y’know? I could use the company.” 

“I heard about that…” You mumbled.

The boy scoffed. “The whole island has. She really embarrassed me and it’s just been hard trying to act like I’m okay.” His eyes were on your lips now, eyeing them as he spoke. “But I think you could help distract me…”

You suddenly felt uneasy but also somewhat bad for him. As much as she had the rights to, Sarah had embarrassed Topper to quite the extreme. Not only did she dump him, but she was now dating a pogue who demeaned him at every given chance. It was a rivalry, of course. So, you couldn’t imagine his anger.

“Distract you…how?” Was the first thing that rolled off your tongue, the hand that was kneading your thigh coming up to gently grab your wrist. 

“You could start by solving the problem you’ve created,” He said enigmatically, dragging your limp palm to rest against the crotch of his pants where you could feel a prominent erection poking through the fabric. The action set off alarm bells in your mind, quickly tugging your hand away and pushing yourself further up the couch.

Shaking your head side to side, you spoke a mile a minute. “I think I gave you the wrong idea. I didn't- I don’t think Rafe would be okay with this-”

“He is.” Topper blurted, cheeks turning red.

“...He is?”

“He would be. I’m his best friend, right? You gotta trust me, I know him better than anyone. Plus, he would be proud of you for helping out his friend. I know he would.” The boy explained. 

Topper wasn’t a fool but he knew that you could be. Not a fool necessarily...gullible would be a better phrase. To some people, you seemed bimbo-ish — a pretty face with not a clear thought behind your eyes. He always thought that was why it was so easy for Rafe to walk you the way he did. Rafe had you wrapped around his finger and there was no doubt that he loved you, though it may not always seem evident. 

Topper had always thought you were desirable and secretly admired the way you absentmindedly submitted to Rafe without hesitation, he didn’t know whether it was out of fear or love, or both. All he knew was that look that you got in your eyes whenever Rafe was around, that pleading, doe-eyed look you sported in the presence of your boyfriend was something he’d wanted to see up close and personal for a long time now. You were a craving, a sexual fantasy that Topper could never have. Not until now, anyway.

And if he had to spew a couple little white lies to get you to spread your legs, then he was going to do whatever it took. And Rafe would never have to know. Because he wanted you more than he feared Rafe.

“You really think so?” You questioned the validity of Topper’s claims, the only thing on your mind was the reward you’d possibly receive for helping your boyfriend’s best friend feel just a little bit better in the face of heartbreak.

“I know so. In fact, Rafe...actually suggested it.”

That statement made your gut twist. You didn’t know why, but it just did. It didn't sound like something Rafe would do, but Topper said he knew Rafe better than anyone. You guessed that included you.

“Well, if it’s okay with him then…”

The blonde smiled at this, his hands moving your waist and prying your frame off of the edge of the couch, practically yanking you into his lap. His blue eyes running between your pupils and your lips before he crashed his mouth against yours, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between them. You yelped into the exchange, the frantic neediness of it all catching you off guard.

You maneuvered your legs into a more comfortable position, now straddling his lap as his boner pressed directly against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this — he was so much different from Rafe. You were used to the way Rafe loved you — the firmness in the way he kissed you, the small grunts he would let out in between each one, how he would eventually trail his kisses down the valley of your neck, the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.

Why didn’t he give Topper any kind of pointers when he suggested this? Probably because this is more for Topper than it is for you, you thought. This wasn’t for you at all, actually. You were a distraction. Or so you’d been told.

His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth, the warm muscle circling as it waited for your own to do the same. You tried to focus on pressing your lips against his with the same pressure, but you could never seem to catch whatever wavelength he was on. Eventually, he pulled back, his lips red, wet, and swollen. 

Your eyes tried to catch his but they were laser focused on your collarbone that was peeking out above Rafe’s shirt. His hands balled into fists, balling up the fabric that you wore into them and pulling it over your head and dropping the garment to the floor, leaving the ‘v’ of your breast exposed to him. The bra you had on pushing them up, making them look plump. You didn’t miss how Topper bit his lip as one of his hands came up to fondle one of the rounds of flesh, his hips bucking up into you as he did so. 

His hands circled your back, coming into contact with the clasp of your bra, ready to undo the item and let it fall until he seemingly decided against it, mumbling something about not wanting to make too much of a mess.

He was much more silent than Rafe. Rafe was not one to keep quiet during intimacy, always groaning, or swearing, and whispering something so dirty into your ear that you couldn’t help but moan out loud, arching into him.

The boy stood up with you on his lap, holding you up by your behind as to not drop you. With you in his arms, he turned as he stood up, gently laying you on the couch on your back. He wasted little time in dragging your shorts and underwear down your legs together, leaving you exposed and on display for him, a cool breeze passing between your legs.

“Shit…” Topper cursed under his breath as his eyes were glued to your dripping core. You were slightly confused when his hands immediately went to the button on his pants, undoing the closure and shoving the clothing down his legs, the fabric pooling around one of his ankles as he didn’t even bother to completely remove them.

He propped one leg up on the couch, the other planted on the floor as he pulled you closer by the hips. Using one of his hands, he guided the tip of his cock that was leaking with precum to your entrance. He teased himself before actually pushing it in, rubbing the head of it against the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sofa, surely leaving a wet patch beneath you. Gliding it up and down, stopping to circle your clit before eventually pushing into you.

You let out a soft gasp, feeling a slight throb of pain as he stretched you out. You watched the boy carefully above you, one of his hands now outstretched as it gripped onto the armrest behind your head, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered when his dick hit your cervix.

The intrusion didn’t feel bad but it didn’t feel great either. You didn’t know if it was because this was a foreign thing or because he just wasn’t Rafe.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you like this…” He muttered, almost mindlessly, under his breath. Eyes clouded over with pleasure as he drew his hips back slowly, only to push back in at an equally slow pace.

The statement threw you, prompting you to question his real motives but Topper was a genuine person, right? And he wouldn’t lie to you for no reason, especially not for his own gain…

Right?

He told you that you were just helping him take his mind off of Sarah, that this wasn’t wrong. So, you were taking his word for it. More than his word, actually. Topper wasn’t just Rafe’s friend, he was yours too, wasn’t he?

Topper’s slow pace wasn’t something you were fond of, you quickly realized. Your orgasm not even beginning to build but you kept quiet. This was to help him, not you. He was breaking out into a light sweat despite his slow momentum, biting harshly into his lips concealing any noise he may have made, veins protruding from his biceps as his grip on the headrest grew deathly.

It wasn’t long before he came, not bothering to pull out as he did so, letting his seed fill you up, some of it hitting the inside of your thighs as he pulled out. When he seemed to have emptied himself out, he barely acknowledged you as he retreated away, standing fully from the furniture as he shuffled his pants back up his legs. 

His breathing was shallow and his face was flushed, he didn’t even bother to clasp the button on his pants back together before he was making his way down the hall, presumably to the guest bathroom to get himself together.

You steadied your own breaths, labored from the unfamiliar experience rather than exhaustion or pleasure. Carefully, you sat up straight on the couch, shimmying your panties and shorts back onto both of your legs and dragging them back up to your waist, trying to ignore the way the fabric smeared his cum against your thighs. Topper’s secretion was still dripping out of you, making the fabric against your center uncomfortable — hot, sticky, and scratchy.

Fishing around on the floor, you retrieve Rafe’s shirt that had been abandoned in the beginning, slipping the loose fabric back over the length of your body.

Assuming Topper had gotten what he needed and your job here was done, you headed upstairs, prepared to shower in Rafe’s room.

You tried to ignore that feeling in your gut that had been bubbling since Topper put his hand on your thigh. You just couldn’t put your finger on why you felt so bad about doing a good thing.

BY THE TIME RAFE HAD RETURNED, TWO HOURS HAD PASSED. You’d cleaned yourself up, just throwing on another one of Rafe’s old graphic tees and a pair of sweatpants. When you’d returned downstairs after your shower, Topper was sitting comfortably on the piece of furniture as if nothing had happened. However, when you went to sit down, he’d tried to beckon you over to lay under his arm. You’d politely declined. 

So, you both sat in silence once again. Topper put on a movie to watch while you went right back to scrolling on your phone, getting a text from Rafe about an hour into the movie that he was on his way back.

When he’d finally gotten back, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest, shooting your boyfriend a giddy smile as he shut the door behind him.

“Rafe!” You practically cheered, hopping off of the couch and skipping over to where he was kicking his shoes off at the door. 

“Hey, I’m sorry that took so long…” He apologized mindlessly, eyes finally landing on you. “I’m glad you’re in a better mood.” He spoke, squinting his eyes with mild suspicion. His gaze drifted to Topper’s figure draped over the far end of the couch, jutting his head in his direction in greeting. “‘Sup, Top.”

“What’s good?” Topper replied nervously, not even able to maintain full eye contact with his friend. Rafe found it weird, making a face of confusion before ultimately letting it go. His eyes shifted back to where you stood in front of him, winding his arms around your waist, similar to how Topper had just hours ago.

Only Rafe’s touch was familiar — more comforting. The dirty blonde leaned down to press his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly for a few moments before pulling back as his eyes looked you up and down. His hands never left your waist as he walked you backwards towards the sofa. “Did you change?”

You glanced down at yourself, forgetting that you probably looked different than you did when he walked out of the door hours ago. You opened your mouth to reply honestly. You didn’t think what had gone down between you and Topper was some top-notch secret. After all, he said Rafe had suggested it. “Um, yeah. I just wanted to clean myself up after helping Topper out.”

Rafe’s face twisted at the statement. It’s not like it was an odd thing but he just had no idea what had happened while he was gone. “What happened?”

Now it was your face that was twisting, confused at his words. You opened your mouth to reply before Topper beat you to it, neck craned dangerously over the back of the couch as he spoke. “Oh, it was nothing, man. She was just being nice and getting me something to drink and spilled it on herself.”

Rafe seemed to take the answer at face value, not pressing any further as he guided you both to sit on the couch before he stopped in his tracks, hands letting go off you to rub at a dark spot on the fabric of the furniture that wasn’t there before he left. 

“Did you spill whatever it was on the couch?” He questioned irritatedly, rubbing and scratching that patch that wouldn’t budge. 

Neither you nor Topper responded as Rafe huffed, making his way towards the kitchen to retrieve something to try and scrub the stain out before Rose, the clean-freak she was, got on him about it. Standing over the sink however, he took notice of something — there were no glasses in the sink. In fact, the kitchen looked untouched from when it had been cleaned yesterday.

If you’d gotten Topper something to drink, where’d you pour it? Into the palm of his hands?

Rafe’s gaze rose to look at the blonde who was lounging on his couch and he’d looked up just in time to see his best friend’s gaze trail up the length of your frame hungrily. 

The action made a thought appear in his mind, a crazy thought. Rafe wasn’t as naive as you, he saw the way his friends looked at you and heard the way they tried to speak to you when they thought he couldn’t hear. He didn’t expect any of them to act on their whims unless they intended to lose their lives.

He hadn’t even noticed your presence beside him until he felt your fingers on the skin of his shoulder through his shirt, shifting his gaze towards you who was peering up at him. 

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes narrowed at you in the slightest, moving so that your faces were inches apart and he spoke in a hushed tone.

“The fuck did you do?” He questioned, tone short and mean. The look in his eyes had you scared and confused.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not-”

“So, nothing happened while I was gone?”

Your next response wasn’t as quick, mouth opening for a few seconds, eye fleeting between the two blondes before you answered. “All I did was help Topper out because he was sad about Sarah. He said you’d be okay with it, that you’d suggested it even-”

“Suggested wh- what the fuck are you talking about?” Rafe’s face was twisted, tone scolding as if he was upset with a child.

“I don’t know, he just started touching me and saying all this stuff-”

You were cut off when the irritated blonde grabbed you by the arms, slightly shaking you. “Tell me what happened.” He spoke menacingly. “All of it.”

You tripped over your words before you got them out, the blonde boy on the couch paying no attention to you and Rafe as you explained how he’d coerced you into sex only hours before Rafe came back. Rafe listened intently as you told him about his best friend came into his house, sat on his couch, and fucked his girlfriend. And he couldn’t believe that he was still breathing. Couldn’t believe that he sat, laid back on his couch like nothing had happened.

Topper was always telling Rafe how you were just a pretty face and had nothing going on up top. Rafe usually told him off, not allowing him to demean you. He’d never thought his words had any deeper meaning.

“...And I showered after. Rafe, I didn’t think-”

“Yeah, you never think. That’s your problem.” He snapped under his breath, snatching himself away from you.

He knew you weren’t the brightest when it came to reading people. You weren’t an idiot or anything. You did well in school, you were academically gifted. But for some reason, when it came to socializing, you just weren’t there. You never caught on to sarcastic jokes, you didn’t know when people were flirting with you or using you. You were oblivious in that sense.

So when he looked back to see you with your head lowered, looking more shameful and upset than he’d ever seen you, he couldn’t help but sigh, using one hand to pull your head into his chest.

“I didn’t mean that, okay? It’s not your fault.” He felt your arms wind around his waist as your face buried into his shirt.

“I didn’t know. It felt wrong but he said you were okay with it. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Shh, stop. I know, I know,” He cooed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Why don’t you go upstairs? Hm?” He pulled back, looking into your tearful eyes as you nodded, releasing your hold on one another before you made your way up the staircase, sparing a solemn look to Rafe before you disappeared.

Rafe eyed Topper who looked like he was struggling to ignore Rafe’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He didn’t know if he’d heard any part of your conversation but he could tell that the boy looked tense.

“Yo, Top?” Rafe called, back now turned as he inspected the kitchenware, eyes landing on the knife block before pulling out the chef’s knife. The object was swinging at his side as he turned back to face his friend. 

“Yeah?” He replied, letting his gaze find the man standing in the kitchen. Topper looked nervous, a bead of sweat on his hairline.

“I hope it was worth it.” He snapped at him. "'Cause I'm going to fucking kill you."

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©loveharlow

[babydollitzel]

Hii 🎀 i was wondering if you could write head-canons for Dallas with a shy reader like someone who finds it hard to stand up for herself or has a hard time ordering in restaurants

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dallas Winston x Shy!reader

warnings/extra; like one swear word but it’s kinda censored

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ hii! and I’m afraid this is so me I always make my mom order for me😭

𐙚 Relishes in your shy personality since it’s easier to make you flustered and get a reaction out of you

𐙚 he thinks that the fact you can’t stand up for yourself makes it all the easier to mess with you

𐙚 likes being all touchy in public just to embarrass you

𐙚 But at the same time he gives you a whole little speech as to why you shouldn’t let people walk all over you

𐙚 He teases you a lot but gets mad when other people do it

𐙚 Also gets pretty protective, specifically in social situations. He takes glances at you to see if you’re comfortable or not

𐙚 Also gets really defensive whenever people tease at you for being quiet or make you uncomfortable

𐙚 Tries to get you out of your comfort zone, especially when it comes to communicating with him and other people

𐙚 For example, when yall are ordering food at restaurants, you’re too shy to order for yourself. Me fr

𐙚 Before the waitress/waiter gets there you tell him what you want to order and he always says he’ll do it for you. But when the waitress comes by that little sht just says his order

𐙚 When yall are in public and he notices you getting nervous or anxious he wraps an arm around you or gives your hand a little squeeze

𐙚 When the gang met you for the first time they thought you were real sweet

𐙚 they were also surprised that such a hardheaded guy like Dallas scored a shy girl like you.

𐙚 P.s. you and Johnny get along especially well since you both have pretty similar personalities

𐙚 Overall I feel like the relationship would work out pretty well since you’re quiet so you guys don’t really argue

𐙚 Plus you know what they say, opposites attract!

[galene-gothic]

𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌?

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ I hope this reading found you in good health, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for everything :) ˖♡ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🐇 ꒱

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗             PAID SERVICES

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 1 ꒱

So, they'll be a workaholic. As independent as they'll be, they'll also be alone and kind of isolated. They'll be really guarded to date romantically which will naturally lead to them being commitment phobic. They won't be the most spiritual person, they'll be someone who'll be more grounded in reality at that time (not really to be honest, they'll be ungrounded and disconnected but will be trying to be realistic and logical). They'll be burying away their feelings and past traumas but after meeting you, they'll start gaining clarity on their fears. You'll cause them to be really confused because of their feelings for you. They won't express any of this to you at that time but they'll rationalise everything internally and feel a sense of gratitude is what I'm getting. You'll make them feel consumed, it's like when the both of you will be together, they'll feel a high but there's still some anxiety there. I feel like there'll be a lot of things left unsaid, some missed communication between the both of you and you might go through a temporary separation. About why they'll fall in love with you, there are many reasons but the main one is just how they'll feel towards you.

They'll feel like they were really mean to you and the way they'll feel towards you will just be out of control. They'll feel like even the way they acted towards you was not very controlled. This is funny, they'll fall in love with you but will be mean to you before the seperation occurs, however, you're not going to be innocent either. Your intentions seem to be innocent but because of how they'll make you feel and because of how they seem commitment phobic (they might make it clear to you that they do not have space for you in their life to be honest 😭). You'll also be cold towards them, at some point, you'll tell them something like you don't really care about what's going on in their life or something (it won't sound as mean but it'll definitely be saddening). You'll be in a very unstable place before the seperation occurs but you'll still have high expectations and standards (probably because lowering your standards earlier got you nowhere). The both of you seem to be really different from each other, maybe even opposites but there'll be something that just attracts you to each other, you'll be equally as repulsed by each other though. There's something about feelings growing very fast here, the connection has such a slow yet fast energy.

When you'll first meet them, you'll seem hyperactive in certain ways but will still have a body language and facial expressions that hint lack of energy. You might meet in an environment where you'll have to take up certain responsibilities but you'll seem too naive and playful to get things done 💀. There'll be times when you'll have small temper tantrums. There'll be some petty arguments, playful banters and drama (to be honest, it seems to be a major theme in your dynamic). There's something about you being really emotional and kind of lacking maturity. You'll teach them a lot of life lessons. After your separation ends, you'll show up as someone with a lot of integrity. I just heard "there's something called 'cause and effect'". You're going to show up as someone pretty honest too, especially with what you want in life and think that you deserve. You'll be on the right path when you'll meet them after the separation. There'll be something about you though, before your seperation they might have thought that you'd probably wait for them because they seem to have come across as a respectful person but that image will just shatter after they meet you again.

I wouldn't be surprised if you're mean to them though. You'll very much be in a 'should I stay or should I go?' energy before or after you'll meet again. You're going to be more focused on the long term so you might choose to let go of them. They'll kind of realise their feelings before your seperation occurs and after the realisation , they'll actually be in a deep reflection period. They'll come off as someone very mysterious and secretive to you. I feel like they'll just hold it close to their chest and might choose working on other things instead. They will give in to their pride and withdraw. They'll just give up, this makes me so emotional to be honest. It'll be difficult for them to control themself because their emotions will feel so raw so they'll feel like they need to get their control back by giving up instead. After you meet again after the seperation, they'll choose to be decisive. I feel like the both of you will look to the past and think about how far you've come. There'll be a sense of nostalgia that'll hit them as soon as they'll see you. I'm also getting that you'll have changed a lot, your core aspects will still be the same though. They'll choose to free themself and trust how things turn out. 'We don't talk anymore' by Selena Gomez and Charlie Puth is coming through here.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 2 ꒱

They'll fall in love with you because they'll learn something new through and from you. If they're an introverted person (like low-key anti-social), they could still enjoy being outdoors or around people if it's with you. People don't choose to be loyal, they either feel it or they don't and they will feel loyalty towards you. There's something about them seeing your potential and also helping them see their own potential. You'll make them feel really happy. There's something about wisdom coming through. This seems to be the classic case of 'real recognises real'. You'll feel safe around each other. 4th house and 5th house synastry seems to be significant here (could be composite too though). You will probably be mirroring each other a lot. You'll both meet each other after a very painful ending will have occurred in your lives. There's something about things just slipping through the fingers. A lot of things left unsaid, fear coming in, pushing each other away, etc. They'll fall in love with you because they'll see you as someone who's diligent and determined. They'll fall in love with you because you'll be self sufficient and independent, you'll also help them become the same way.

You'll feel like the calm after the storm to them, however, due to them not being used to the calmness, they will restrict their true feelings and character to a certain extent. They'll end up acting out of character and will be angry at you 💀. Their energy will be scattered and they'll act sort of arrogant. They'll show you unlimited potential though :(. You'll help them feel really confident so they'll naturally act confident too. There'll be times when they'll act really carefree and fun. The love between the both of you holds a certain innocence to it. They will be commitment phobic and end up expressing it in one way or another though. They'll make you feel special and you'll have a lot of fun together but they will give themself away by saying somethings that will make you feel like they aren't serious about you or you don't mean as much to them. Much like the first pile, there seems to be a separation here too. They'll be so different from most people that you'll have met but they'll not seem to be in the energy for anything serious with you which will definitely be hurtful. When they'll realise that what they feel towards you is actually love, they'll jump in and out.

The romance between the both of you (the first time) will be ungrounded and fast paced but also short lived. Even though the relationship doesn't seem to progress, spiritually the both of you will get so intimate because you'll affect each other really deeply. They will use their energy in wrong ways and will be restricting everything. They'll act really hasty, supposing they are ignoring you, it'll be in a haste. They'll end up acting like a heartbreaker and will leave you confused. They'll act really moody so you won't know how to act with them or where you stand with them. At the end, you'll feel like maybe you didn't mean as much to them as you thought you did. This is so sad, oh my god. You'll feel like they didn't care enough about you. They'll just act very selfish, I won't lie. They'll be non-committal and things will be messed up between the both of you. I don't know what will happen but the both of you will meet again, maybe they'll reach out to you. I'm certainly getting some sort of communication here. You'll both be grateful to each other and you in particular will have developed down to earth character. When they'll reach out, you'll not be the most receptive.

You'll probably have an argument or a discussion that's leaning towards you not being open to their offer. You'll tell them something like "things have ended already" or "it's better if we end things here". You'll even say something like "we're incompatible, it's not going to work". You'll have developed a strong identity by that point and will choose to come forward with self integrity. You'll be really forward with them and will try to talk to them in a mature manner. They will choose to come in slower, the energy that I'm getting is that they'll be feeling quite scattered too because you'll make it pretty clear that you don't want anything to do with them. They'll choose to give you time while still having times when they just feel torn and cold. They'll really want control over the situation again. They'll start expressing love to you through their actions rather than their words and will suggest that even if you're not lovers, you should remain as friends. They'll be generous and genuine. They'll just have good intentions for the both of you. They'll express gratitude to you very often. Due to the gratitude, it might be a bit difficult for them to let you go? Eventually, you'll give in and choose to trust them.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 3 ꒱

I love this because the last two piles felt draining 😭. They'll be in a calm and emotionally healthy energy when you'll meet them. They'll be caring and tolerant at that time. They'll be emotionally mature and let's just say that they'll be a good person. They'll be considerate of others but still difficult to sway morally. They'll be rising above their problems and will have learned a lot from their past. They'll be positive as they'll know that they've gotten over the worst already. They'll either have developed or will be developing good communication skills. They'll be in a place where they'll want to be honest and communicative. They'll have gained a lot of clarity on a lot of different things and will be having realisations that will be leading to breakthroughs. They'll be pretty mentally stable and will be resilient, even if their life isn't going particularly good, it'll not be going extremely bad especially because of their mindset. They'll be feeling like they can battle anything that life throws at them, they'll be feeling proud of themself too. They'll have a vision for themself and their future. Their imagination will be running wild but in the best way possible. They'll fall in love with you because of how much potential the you seem to have. They'll see your potential and I feel like you'll have a lot of unused potential?

You'll somehow still be very confident though and will be self focused. You seem like the type to be like "wow, I'm so pretty, I must've saved a country in my past life to be born with a face like this" while looking at the mirror, eyes full of admiration for your own beauty. You'll have arguments but somehow it'll lead to revelations and you'll balance each other out despite how different or incompatible you are. You'll let them take the dominant role and they'll feel like they can assert themself with you. You'll hype them up and make them feel like you're proud of them. You'll make them feel like you see them for who they are and see their integrity? They'll feel like they're in the spotlight for you and you see them. They'll feel possessive over you and will want to have you. They'll feel such a tenderness towards you, they'll feel like they just want to keep you in their life. They'll feel protective of you and just adore you so much. You'll also help them feel more confident, they'll not be able to get enough of you, they'll just want more. After realising their feelings, they'll choose to trust you. They'll be more alert, pay attention to you and interact more with you. They'll listen to the things that you say and remember them so that they can make you feel special and touched. This is wholesome. They'll try to be more seen by you, they'll want you to take them seriously.

They'll try to talk to you about things and teach you a lot. They'll also try to get relationship advice from those they really trust. They'll try to create a valuable connection with you. You'll prove to be really helpful to them, you'll help them focus more on their work, they'll just feel really motivated to do better because of you. Even if it's just slow and small improvements, they'll implement those in their own life and also in the relationship between the both of you. Just being around you is going to feel so healing to them. They'll start being even more kind to themself and understand their past mistakes. They'll forgive and accept themself and the way things turned out to be. They'll actually choose to come forth to you with a strategy that is actually logical. They'll still be hopeful though. You'll either ignore the signs that they throw in here and there or you'll just be oblivious to them. Even you'll be working on some stuff within yourself so well you'll be critical of yourself and just everything. You might have been kinda guarded to them because of your own issues but you'll finally choose to be open to communicating with them. At first you'll withdraw from them to sort out your feelings but will make a firm decision after that. You'll let go of your fears to be with them because you'll love them. After you choose them, you'll also find new purposes in life. This is truly beautiful. The direction will be chosen and set for the both of you. I'm happy for you, take care.

[tainted-liquor]

'Boys blowin' up my phone...ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ft. 42Miles

...˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ingredients: salt, tears, and a speck of sugar.

tw's: unrequited love-ish?, cussing, reader has pretty priveledge

a/n: girl's girl reader! She's here for her girls n we love that

Throughout your life, you've always kept a reputation as a pretty girl. From a pretty baby to a girl that looked like she came straight out of Pinterest. Your hair was always flawless, in your natural 4c curls or in some pretty box braids with beads. From the moment you opened your eyes and spoke your mind, you had everyone falling at your pretty little heels. Admittedly you found it partially disgusting, watching boys and men treat you like an ancient beauty and shunning other girls to bring you up. You fucking hated it.

After all, the word 'ugly' is just a bullshit concept invented by white men with an opinion. Nobody is ugly, they just aren't confined to the Euro-centric beauty standard. And who fucking needs approval from them? So your contacts stayed full, and you left almost every boy on read or delivered. To say your phone was an atomic bomb was an understatement, you picked up the habit of just...not coming off of DND!

You spent all your time with your girls, spending all your time giving them the love and care that everyone should be giving them. You cheered them on, held them when they cried, kept them in check when necessary, and doted on them just like a loving sister. Beauty meant nothing to you, and you never wanted someone to hate you based on the false 'pretty girl' title you held. You simply didn't care about the boys in B.V.A, because they all lacked common sense. All except Miles.

Now, the reason you liked him was probably stupid. You knew that good and well. You liked him because he stayed out of your face, and was one of the few who didn't talk about or make comments on any of the girls at your school. In fact, he didn't talk at all, that's why you like him so much. You've had a couple conversations with him here and there, with him nodding briefly and giving short little statements in response to yours.

"Aight, I'm gonna go to my dorm" He nodded, waving bye as he put his hoodie back over his head, walking in the direction opposite of you. And fuck, did it crush your heart. It wasn't like he was ignoring, avoiding, or ducking you. You heard through the grapevine that he just isn't into anyone, and isn't looking for a relationship at the moment. Which was fine.

But sometimes you'd wish he'd walk up to you, start a conversation, and ask to hang out. Just the two of you in the school library, walking through the many bookshelves and talking about whatever came to mind. You had three classes together, watching as he always passed you by and sat at the back of the class to doodle in his sketchbook. He never spared you a second glance, keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling or his sketchbook as you pretended to glance at your friends in the back, watching him through your peripheral. It pushed you to tears every time you returned to your dorm, mascara cascading down your face every time you thought of how he behaved as though you were invisible.

It started to hurt. He was all that plagued your mind as you digested how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was. When the bell rang and signified it was lunch time, you grabbed your things as quickly as possible as you went to place your bag in your locker. You wanted to grab a little croissant sandwich at a nearby coffee shop to clear your head, but unbeknownst to you, it was raining. You flung open the school's dark oak double doors to see a vicious downpour, immediately feeling somber as you sighed to yourself. Well fuck you can't have shit, can you?

"Fuck." You muttered, getting ready to go back to your dorm and skip lunch. You weren't even hungry anymore as you trudged back to your shared space, plunging your face into your pillow as you sighed deeply. You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the 8+ messages you had on Instagram, viewing Miles' story, and being bombarded by Magnolia by Playboi Carti immediately. He was sitting at a cafe table, looking down at his phone while Ganke kicked his feet up on the table, a comic book resting on his face. You did nothing but like the story before powering off your phone and drifting off to sleep.

You accidentally skipped the rest of your classes for the day, but it was fine considering you only had Jewelry, creative writing, and a free. Your roommate/best friend had been chilling at her desk, doing her pre-calc homework as you heard the faintest bit of bass coming from her AirPods. You assumed she couldn't hear you, so you fell back on your bed and posted new selfies to your story. "Lila, what song should I choose?" You asked as soon as you heard the bass die out. "Uhm...Focus by HER. By the way, where you been girl? I had to go to jewelry alone" Lila asked as she looked up to the top of your shared bunk bed. "My bad, I wasn't feelin' too good so I took a nap!" You chirped as you rubbed your eyes.

"Ah, that's aight. Hope you feelin' better. By the way, I found this in the back of 7th period" She muttered, pulling a crumpled-up piece of paper from off of her desk and extending her arm straight up and back so you could grab the sheet. You held the form, immediately locking eyes with a perfect drawing of yourself. You were sitting on the lockers, knees to chest with your lavender-purple beats. "Damn, who drew this? They're good" You gasped, snapping a picture to post later. "No clue. But girl move over I gotta tell you about what happened with me and Kazir" Lila giggled as she powered off her computer, turning on the salt lamp and climbing up to your bunk.

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[delirium1217]

Gold Rush, Red Flush

720 word count Regulus tells James what he thought about him during their school years. [Post war AU/established relationship]

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“Do you think,” James busies himself, worrying the blue fabric of Regulus’ sweater. They’re sprawled out on the living room couch, it’s late afternoon. They had nowhere else to be. “Do you think in another universe, we could’ve realized this earlier?” “What, like when we were kids?” Regulus frowns. He’s looking down at James’ fingers, like they’re something worth staring at. “Well, yeah, I suppose.” “I-uhm, well.” Regulus turns his head away towards the window. The light catches the crown of his hair - unruly waves grown too long. “What, is it that difficult to imagine?” “No. Quite the opposite.”

That makes James pause. “Reg, did you- is this something you thought about before?” He stays silent. James is subsequently intrigued. He laughs. “You have! You have! Don’t tell me - on the quidditch pitch?” James is entertained by that little scenario for a little bit more than what is appropriate. Regulus glances back at him. The intensity of his stare. This wasn’t- it was real. “Oh.” James simply says. “Yeah.” Regulus replies, soft. He’s close. So close. Did James know how fragile this was? “What, since…the beginning?” “No, I’m not that pathetic.” Regulus almost smirks, but no, his expression was still twisted. “When, then?” James swallows. His heart in his throat. “Probably when I was fifteen.” His face is resting on his right hand. His eyes search James’ face - what was he looking for? “God, I despised you for the longest time. I thought you were the driving force behind everything wrong in my life.” “Strong start,” He laughs lightly. James is afraid of this conversation. This is - it’s heavy. He could feel it settling on his chest. Drowning him. “Yeah, well, you weren’t. I wish it was that simple.” Regulus whispered. He was floating again. “All that hate fizzled into something that pestered me every day till I got myself to look at it.” “So, what did you find?” he finds himself whispering too. “You.” They both pause, startled brown meeting grey. James thinks could live in this moment. Burrow himself deeper and deeper till the stale air of a lazy Saturday is what sustains him. Fragile. “I-it’s- I think I-um,“ “Oh god, I’ve broken you.” “No, no. It’s just. I never thought about you like th- I mean, you were my best friend’s-“ “James, it’s fine. I know I was being delusional,” “Hey, I didn’t say that.” He paused, he needed to get this right. “Did I notice you? Of course I did, you were gorgeous- are, I mean. I just, you always looked like you were two seconds away from killing me,” He groaned. This was a disaster. “I was, for the longest time,” Regulus’ voice has dropped down to a whisper again. His hands touch James’ hair. Barely there. “Then I realized I just wanted to touch you,” He does, lowering his hand and eyes to his lips. His fingers just grazing them. James’ breath hitches. This was impossible. “So, where do we meet?” “What?” “In that universe. I bet you’ve given this some thought,” he can’t help doing this, he slips into this role so easily- as easy as breathing. “I am not entertaining this, James.” He’s smiling, a small little thing. “Okay, then I will. I think, we meet every Sunday after Quidditch practice.” He looks into Regulus’ face. He really could see it, disheveled and sweaty and frustrated after practice. Crashing into James in ways neither of them understood. “The locker rooms are usually abandoned. Everyone would assume we were each doing individual drills, or something. Maybe fifth year - Merlin, I was so frustrated at you. For so many things, the least of which had to with Gryffindor lagging behind.” He’s saying too much, this was too much. “I- that year, I thought so many times about walking up to you. I always wondered.” Regulus says. It rests between them, uneasy. The what if-s. The space between love and hate. The emotion that spills out of him catches him off guard. Regulus is still close. His eyes look more alive than ever. Alight with all that could’ve been. “And then what?” James whispers. “And then we wreck it all to pieces.��� Regulus whispers back. James almost gasps. “Is that what we’re always meant to do?” “Maybe.” “How about this universe?” “I’m still deciding.”

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originally published on Ao3. Part of a larger work but I thought it worked quite well on its own!

[sagephilosophie]

No Entrance⃠

┆Mochizuki “Mochi” K.

ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇʀ!ᴍᴏᴄʜɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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NSFW, Choking, Hair-pulling, Degradation, Belly Bulge, Spit As Lube, Rough Sex, Breeding, Semi-Public Sex, Teasing, Hook-Up, reader has a vagina, Making Out, Dirty Talk.

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AO3

Your friend kept trying to get your attention all night, the loud music in the nightclub didn't help them much, some of your once sober friends even gave up on you and got back to having fun.

The club was jam packed that saturday night, bunch of your drunk friends grinding on each other, dancing, and hitting on random strangers, and the rest went to the back to puke, but all in all completely wasted.

But you, on the other hand, sat still in your seat, only kept your eyes on the well built bouncer guarding the VIP room facing your table, maybe it was the alcohol kicking in, but no one in a club full of horny poeple managed to captivate you like he did.

Watching him throughly, posing with his arms crossed, flexing those muscles, with a stern look on his face, made you frot your legs together and bite your lips slightly.

Your head began creating hot cinematic love scenes where that veiny hand chokes you and your cervix is getting fucked mercilessly by his relentless hip movements as you come undone on his massive cock.

The alcohol were pushing you to make a move on him and make your daydreams come true, but you wondered if he was even gonna notice you, unlike everyone around that came here to have fun on a Saturday night, he came to do his job, and jobs are the opposite of a saturday night fun.

Just as you couldn't look away, he noticed your stares and glanced back at you, your arousal between your legs gushed like a waterfall, and the imaginary scenarios in your head went wild, any rational person in your position would have looked away or just waved, but that one drunk and horny braincell inside your head said 'fuck it we only live once' and had you winking at him.

He gave you a smirk that lifted your hopes high up to the roof and that was all you needed to approach him, neither of you broke eye contact as you walked towards him and pushed everyone out of your way, making sure to pose seductively before him.

"Hey there, handsome~", you began to chat him up.

"Hey doll, I saw you eyeing me the whole night, let me guess, you want a free VIP entrance, doncha ?"

"Perhaps... i do need an entrance...", you threw one arm over his shoulder, your hands seperating between touching his wide neck and laying on his chest, running your finger all over him, while closing the distance between both of you.

He grabbed your hand from his neck and you yelped at his strong grip, "Well nice try, sweetheart, but no entrance granted."

The man, written on his name tag [MOCHI], had no idea how turned on and inspired he got you with his beefy physique.

It took all your willpower to not moan his name out loud.

"Aw babe... i don't need that entrance... i only came around to grant you entrance~"

"Oh yeah ?", Mochi grinned widely, revealing all his front teeth, "Where to ?"

The outcome of this converstation was going in your favor, so you smiled back and whispered in his ear, "Paradise~"

All of a sudden, a harsh grip on your hair dragged you to the back entrance, your back hit the wall as soon as the door opened, and you whined when a hand interlocked with your neck.

"Just so you know, i don't do gentle, so you better not be a fragile bitch."

"Sounds fun ♡"

"Fucking slut.", Mochi dived into your mouth and kissed you roughly, slipping in his tounge for a messier open-mouthed kiss.

The music was still faintly playing in the background but you couldn't give two fucks about it as your makeout session was getting more heated and pleasurable, Mochi choking you was the cherry on top.

Lust was eating you alive as the muscular man pulled you off of him forcefully, turned you around to press you more towards the wall and rising your already short dress to your upper back. You yelped when a hand came down and smacked your ass cheek, then another on your other cheek, another after another, and your moans kept getting higher with each slap.

"What is it you fucking whore ? Already can't handle me ♡ ?"

You can only answer him with moans synchronizing with his echoing spankings, which only fed his sadistic needs, "Pathetic..."

The striking stopped and Mochi caressed your swollen buttocks to spread them, you wondered if he was gonna get straight to the point but your thoughts were cut short when you felt liquid falling down on your folds, the sudden sensation sent shivers to your spine that you had to turn your neck to see his saliva rubbing on your exposed vagina.

Mochi spat again down your clit and used two of his fat fingers to smear them inside your hole hurriedly, "Too small, can't risk you passing out on me."

Your eyes rolled back to your head at the shape of his fingers inside you, he kept fingering you carelessly until he concluded you were wet enough to take him.

He got back up straight and pulled down his uniform pants with visible desire on his face, your neck almost snapped from the sudden rotation, you absolutely needed to see how big he was, and you were not disappointed; he had a massive raging red 10-incher, hard and ready to tango.

You could already visualize your gravestone written on it 'IN LOVING MEMORIES OF THIS WHORE. DEATH BY DICK.' and happily embracing that idea, because even if he kills this pussy, you'll atleast die happy.

"Cat got your tounge ?", Mochi's mocking voice sent you back down to earth.

"Waiting for your move anytime now, big guy, take your time ♡"

It's one of which, your reverse mockery didn't sit right by him or it turned him on, either way he grabbed your leg leading it to his shoulder, putting you in a ballerina position, "You talk too big for a little cumslut."

You had no time to remark on that when he shoved himself inside you and you couldn't even hear yourself screaming his name.

He wasn't lying when he said he don't do gentle, his thrusts were ruthless with no care for you or your pain tolerance, you couldn't convince yourself to care either when he sent both his hands to your neck and showed you stars.

The peak was unimaginably good. Your hole welcomed his size with open arms and your orgasm was the one chasing after him like there was no other point in life other than to get fucked stupid by him all night long.

Mochi wasn't going to let you taste that sweet taste of reaching your climax so fast, everytime you feel close he will pull out and edge you to tears, it was clear he had plans to make you come undone on his cock tonight.

When you ignored your own voice for a moment, the lewd sounds of his breathing and grunts turned you on further and added to the pleasurable torture you were living, everything about him drove you crazy, his veiny hands that's now bruising your hips, his dark eyes from the reflection of the metal pipe in front of you, his bulge constantly peaking from your belly, oh lord...

His sudden loud moans cought you off guard as his speed increased unrealistically fast, you could've sworn you went to heaven and back when he filled your insides with white.

He let go of you to catch his breath, and you were still is a whole new world after that, the obvious sounds of Mochi wearing his pants back on was the only thing that helped you realise how real that whole situation was.

"Doll..."

"Hm?"

"That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime, in the VIP room."

                            @sagephilosophie

[calmcoldevening]

Eric x reader, but with him being a vampire. It's up to you if you'd like both characters to be vamps, or perhaps the OC could just be his lover and willing meal, from time to time... 😉🖤🩸🖤

Vampire!Eric Draven x reader

Tw: mention of death, maybe blood, murder, angst

(This is like a part 2 for this ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗)

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. I had inspiration to write this little angst. I wrote it to the song on Spotify . Just let me know if someone of you want the second part (and if yes write what would you like to say him (: )

You have just moved to a new small town away from the hustle and bustle of megacities. Surprisingly, you quickly found a place to live and settled in a small house, beautiful and cozy. After unpacking all your things, you decided to explore the new city a little. After all, you've been living here for quite some time, haven't you?

And here you are standing in front of a large mansion, made in the likeness of a certain Gothic style. The massive building is decorated in dark colors. Large windows with a pleasant view of a surprisingly well-kept garden with bushes of blood-red roses; a dark pointed roof with neat tiles; dark gray walls of the mansion with peeling paint in some places. In front of your face were massive doors made of dark oak with a neat intricate engraving on them. Something like snakes.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly open the door. It doesn't give in right away, the old hinges squeak disgustingly. And here you are inside. There is a huge corridor with a large staircase directly opposite the entrance. The interior is decorated in black and red tones, in places you can see elements of silver or gold. Huge paintings in gold frames hang on both walls of the lobby. They depict some important people with menacing faces, but the text in the captions to the portraits is not legible. It's a language you don't know. A huge chandelier with burning red candles hangs on the ceiling. Even the flames on them seem scarlet. And although it's only early autumn outside, it's surprisingly cool in the mansion. It's almost sepulchral cold.

The eyes ran away from such Gothic beauty. Your heart was racing in your chest in anticipation. Something about this place was painfully familiar, as much as it was, which caused an unpleasant shiver down my spine. You definitely knew this place for sure.

Your feet carried you through the high halls by themselves, showing all the beauty of the old mansion. All these decorations, statues, tapestries over elaborate frescoes and candles gave you goosebumps.

You were here in a dream. Often your childhood dreams were accompanied by mindless walks through this empty, cold castle.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, and your feet are shuffling on the burgundy carpets with a quiet noise. There was not a soul around, and crows were cawing in the distance. But you weren't scared, not a bit. Something inside you said you were safe. And then you would find a tall mirror in a silver frame with rose inserts in the hallway. You felt everything at that moment, but you didn't control your own body. Leaning closer to the mirror, you saw everything except the face. Your fingers were gently tucking your hair behind your ears. After that, the palms gently slid down the red fabric, knocking the dust off the dress, the nails lightly tapped on the metal spokes of the corset. And at that moment, someone else's stronger arms were wrapped around your waist. You giggled while the stranger pulled you to his chest, kissing your neck.

"You're still beautiful, my rose.."

You are instantly pulled out of your memories by the same cawing of crows, once peacefully sitting on the branches of a tall tree near the estate.

You're on the second floor. It's like you're walking straight somewhere in slow motion, and numbers are flashing in your head. One, two, three, four. You walk with amazing precision around the wooden planks creaking on the floor, hidden under the palace. Your body seemed to know all the answers. This part of the estate was particularly dark, and there was no light in the hallway at all. It's strange, but it's daytime. It's only at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms that you notice a dim glow. You're going there.

It was one of the darkest rooms. The dark curtains were tightly closed, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. Candles stood on a desk in the corner of the room and a few on the floor, here and there. It seemed that the owner of the estate did not need lighting at all, but only showed someone the way. To you. At that moment, you notice a large velvet armchair with a man on it. The stranger was sitting in front of a large portrait almost the entire wall. Was there... you in the portrait?

You swallow nervously and hug yourself, taking an uncertain step closer. There are hundreds of rushing thoughts in your head, but none of them brought you proper comfort at that moment. My heart is pounding in my chest. The stranger seemed to notice you, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed, but he did not pay any attention to you, instead fixing his gaze on the portrait. His head rests on his arm in a bored manner, and you notice an open bottle of wine with a half-empty glass next to him on the table.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? I mean the painting."

The man's voice is like a bolt from the blue. His hoarse, slightly rough voice seemed to come from the very depths of his chest, giving you goosebumps. It took you a few moments to gather your courage together and answer him.

"..yes, it is."

"There's a whole story behind this simple painting," he intones, seemingly staring out the window. His movements are unreadable. But the tension in the room was palpable. And yet, it seemed to you that a stranger was watching your every move, "Would you like to hear this story?"

Your answer was silence. He probably just needed someone to listen to him.

"It's not an easy story, it doesn't have a happy ending, like in your vanilla fairy tales. Life is far from a fairy tale," he begins with a slight grin, "You see, this picture shows not an ordinary woman, she is special. Special in everything. She was the love of my life.."

At this point the man stops. Perhaps he was thinking, or it just hurt him to remember all this.

And so he gets up. His strong but neat figure floats smoothly towards the window, holding his hands behind his back. The man is wearing strict black trousers and a slightly rumpled white shirt. You notice a dark, worn raincoat resting on the arm of a chair. Black wavy hair falls carelessly over the man's broad shoulders.

"I think you've noticed that I'm not an simple person. Or rather, I'm not human at all. So, a creature with such a weak appearance. And I'm not nearly as young as this body may seem."

You take a careful step closer, placing your palm on the back of the chair in the hope of grounding yourself. The material is pleasantly warm and rough.

"..I don't remember the exact year when my journey with this woman began, and I think it's for the best..."

"You don't like remembering her?"

"It would be correct to say that I would like to forget about her," the man takes another breath, then continues, "But I can tell you how it ended and why I will never forget her. We met completely by chance, it happened at a simple city holiday. But I will always remember those big eyes shining with happiness. I fell in love with her instantly, my soul wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her. But the girl didn't know that I was a vampire. And yet, we ended up together anyway. Two incompatible worlds: the world of light and joy and the world of darkness and night. After all, I was going to propose marriage to her.."

The man's voice sounds strangely indifferent and monotonous, even calm. Although you can see how his body tightens a little during the story.

"..and she got sick right before the wedding. The doctor said she wouldn't live a week. There was terrible medicine at that time, and I was young and naive, I didn't know what I could do about it. The only option was to turn her into a vampire.. But I was selfish. I was afraid of losing her light, her warmth. Her humanity. If she became a vampire, she would lose herself. And I watched her die. She was dying in my arms. This young flower of light was fading right in my icy embrace. And yet, she kept telling me about a bright future... She was so stupid. Or too smart to realize the edge of death. Until her last breath, she loved me, she accepted that I was a vampire. Although.. She probably knew about it from the beginning. A smart girl. And she wanted a child with my eyes so much."

Finally, the man turns to face you. You immediately notice the poverty of his face and the redness of his eyes shining in the semi-darkness, like a predator's. They slowly evaluate you from head to toe. There is a slightly creepy smile on his lips. But you feel strangely comfortable, not even flinching at the intensity of his gaze.

"I was devastated and insane. It was the most intense grief in my entire eternal life. I killed too many people that year. Not to eat, to numb the pain. All the victims had their throats chewed out and their bellies ripped open. All the bodies were in the town square, the residents were afraid to go out into the streets," a slight smile plays on his face, "The servants began to fear me, their master. I locked myself in the mansion for years, just staring at this portrait. And no one else in this city has heard about me, and meanwhile the residents have a new horror story for kids: the bloody Count Eric Draven."

The man pauses for a moment, taking a few steps forward. His hand touches your cheek. His cold touch burns.

"I loved her more than my life.. and now you. It's like fate is playing with me, opening old rotten wounds."

Eric's words are full of despair and sorrow, and you can see how his eyes are almost filled with tears, but he restrains himself.

"I'm a simple little human who was interested in seeing an old abandoned mansion.." you say with a bit of fear, trying to distance yourself from the unpleasant cold of his skin.

The man comes, grabbing your face and burying his long fingers in your hair, squeezing slightly.

"But you look exactly like her! Face, voice, movements.. It's like she's talking to me through you. And here we are again, dear Y/N.."

A sad smile slides over the pale face. Your body tightens when he unmistakably calls your name. Your heart tells you to snuggle up to his gentle touch, hug this lonely, strangely dear man, but your mind screams the opposite.

"Answer me, am I going crazy..?" This time his voice sounds on the verge of tears and you can see how his hands are shaking.

"..I don't know."

"You don't know... Please don't leave me again. I've been waiting too long. You made my dead heart beat and now you're taking this long-awaited life out of it again. Please, my rose.. Give me a chance, you'll remember everything. I will show you our world anew, I will teach you how to love me.. please."

[estasticvanni]

Enderment˗ˏˋ₊ʚ🌻ɞ₊ˎˊ˗

Category • Fluff

Ship • Bachisagi

Tw • Nothing!

An • Yes,we are continuing the blue lock streak! This is short so don't grab any snacks hehe! If you want more haikyuu I'll put a poll down on the end!

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It was summer and Isagi was practicing with the addition of Bachira. "Come on! Let's go all out!" Bachira charged forward,keeping the ball from the other teen's grasp,laughing while he kicked the ball into the net. "Did the monster help you with that?" Isagi joked,chuckling. Bachira stuck his tongue out at the other. "I don't need it anymore,I only need you and my mom!" Bachira giggled before jumping in Isagi's back and kissing all over Isagi's cheek to which Isagi smiled. It was always like this,Isagi and Bachira practicing and kissing like boyfriends do.

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"Bachira?" Bachira was snapped out of his lovey dovey daydream. Right,Isagi was outside and waiting for Bachira to bring back some water. Bachira smiled at his mom before running outside with the two water bottles in his arms,handing Isagi one before guzzling down some water for himself. "Alright! Let's try that dribble one more time!" Bachira nodded with a smile and began with the ball between his feet. Bachira snickered,sticking his tongue out as he does whenever he thinks of being mischievous. "I wanna make a deal! If I score,you're gonna have to kiss me!" Isagi smiled with a light blush on his cheeks. "If I score then,I'll be little spoon tonight!"

Bachira nodded and started for the net,shuffling the ball on his feet and away from Isagi. Just as Bachira was gonna score,Isagi kicked the ball out of his grasp and ran for the opposite side. Bachira pouted but ran after Isagi,snickering before he tackled the other. "Bachira! That's not fair-" Isagi groaned as he tried to get up but couldn't. Luckily for him,the ball went into the net. "Hey..you must've cheated!" Bachira pouted and got off Isagi "says you!" Isagi pinching Bachira's cheek which was followed by Bachira chuckling as well.

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The moon shined throughout Bachira's room,the two teens cuddled up together,Isagi the little spoon as promised. Bachira still clung into the other as usual,burying his face into the other's neck. "Next time,I'll score then you'll owe me a kiss! Hmph." Isagi chuckled and patted Bachira's head. "You won't score cause you'll never get past me!" Bachira buffer and bit the other to which Isagi laughed. "I will! I'll get my kiss!" Isagi continued lagging the other. "Yeah right!" Bachira huffed again,causing Isagi to laugh even more. The night continued on with Isagi's teasing and Bachira's whiny behavior,at the end of the night,both were in each other's arms,sleeping soundly,like boyfriends do.

[thececeverse]

Japanese Influencer Chouka Aikawa Makes Her Debut—And Netizens Are Pleasantly Surprised

April 6th, 2024

by E. Cha

After signing to Republic Records and Avex Trax at the end of last year, Japanese fashion influencer, YouTuber, and heiress Chouka Aikawa has finally made her debut as a singer. Since 2015, Aikawa has been prominent within the world of fashion. Her blog, Love Moda, began to see huge amounts of success by 2017, and unlike most 18-year-olds, Aikawa was seeing invites to fashion events across the world. Her namesake YouTube channel was launched the same year, and it has now gone on to amass over 11 million subscribers in just six years.

With her successful career as an influencer and status as the sole heiress to the Aikawa Group’s $480 billion fortune, many were wondering why Aikawa wanted to break into the music industry. Prior to December of last year, she had expressed little to no interest in beginning a music career, nor had she displayed any musical talents. So, of course, her signing to two major players in the music industry was surprising to many of her fans.

However, just as the New Year was approaching, Aikawa would take to social media to wish her fans a Happy New Year, as well as to promise them a music debut in the first quarter of 2024.

It was a pleasant surprise for Aikawa’s fans, and reactions ranged from ecstatic to confused. Some were even mildly skeptical, as her singing ability was a complete mystery. For the most part, it looks like everyone was eager to see what Aikawa had in store. And it wasn’t just her fans, either. The music industry and the general public as a whole were itching to weigh in on her debut.

YouTubers and influencers tend to have a bad reputation with releasing their own music, and many were waiting to see if Aikawa would unfortunately succumb to the same fate. But fortunately for her, it was the exact opposite. Aikawa’s debut single, “Girls Don’t Cry,” is a dreamy and lighthearted pop track that talks about the plights women face in society. The song’s music video garnered over 32 million views within its first 24 hours, and it immediately shot to the top spot on YouTube’s trending page. However, what did the viewers think?

Overall, reception was overwhelmingly positive. Fans loved the “girlishness” of the track and how Aikawa stuck to her classic hyperfeminine aesthetic, and critics hailed the fresh-sounding production. What everyone was most surprised at, though, was how good of a singer Aikawa was.

Fans were all over social media praising her vocals and how clear she sounded, despite her “breathy” voice and unique accent. The shock from fans and critics only grew larger, however, when the song’s producer—music industry legend Max Martin—revealed on his Instagram that no autotune was used to pitch correct Aikawa’s vocals, praising her diction skills. That certainly threw fans for a loop, and Martin’s words became a hot topic across the internet, certainly making praise towards Aikawa increase.

“Girls Don’t Cry” is slated to enter the Top 20 of the Billboard Hot 100, but some say it could even enter the Top 10. We��ll have to wait and see where Aikawa’s budding music career takes her, but we wish her all the best for now.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ WHAT DO NETIZENS THINK … ?!

[+2090, -91] oh my god chouka’s debut is actually so incredible … like genuinely so pleasantly surprised she did such a good job !

[+2074, -82] found out chouka can sing today … love that for her actually like c’mon princess of pop

[+2012, -59] rich as fuck, can dress, has a man that literally worships the ground she walks on, and now a critically acclaimed debut ….. aikawa chouka has it all i fear

[+1895, -88] she’s kinda like wonyoung but 5 years older idk

[+2009, -27] gabbie hanna found DEAD !

[zombryz]

♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 3

˗ˏˋ hello ˎˊ˗    & thx for reading... again :3

Chapter Three

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: This will soon have some season 6 of bnha spoilers! Please read with that in mind :) - This is an ongoing story! Last update 3.18.2023

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - SMUT, like a dirty amount... sorry not sorry, unrequited love, lemon, angst, fluff, Dabi is hot, that’s all

Word Count: 5k

Later that week, Shigaraki went to visit Overhaul at one of his strongholds without telling any of the other league members.

“Not all of our guests have the best intentions,” Overhaul says, looking up at Shigaraki, “and we like our privacy.”

Overhaul is sitting on a dark purple couch opposite Shigaraki, who is standing in front of the couch on his side of the room. His hands are in his pockets, and he is wearing his long black trench coat paired with the pale grey hand that takes its normal place as his mask.

“Why am I really here?” Shigaraki boldly interrupts Overhaul, already done with his antics. He thinks he has every right to kill him right here and now for what he did back at the warehouse. He doesn’t act on his urges, though. Instead, he hears out the leader of the Yakuza stronghold.

The strategy chess game, shogi, sits in front of the two men on top of a small, round coffee table. Overhaul picks up one of the chess pieces before answering the league’s leader. 

“Shogi is an interesting game because you can use the pieces you steal from your opponent,” Overhaul leans forward a bit and raises an eyebrow, smirking at Shigaraki through his plague doctor mask, “I want Toga or Y/N, and maybe even Twice,” he lowers his tone before continuing, “I don’t feel at ease when they’re doing your bidding." He looks back up at Shigaraki to gauge his immediate reaction to wanting to steal his league members.

Shigaraki sighs and finally takes a seat on the matching dark purple couch behind him while propping one foot up on the coffee table, causing the chess pieces to shake on the board. He also leans forward to grab his knee, making himself comfortable. 

“You guys want to capitalize on our reputation, and we want to increase our strength,” Shigaraki leans back into the couch now, appearing aloof, “Our needs seem to coincide at the moment, but we still call the shots here. Either this is a joint partnership or I walk out the door.” Overhaul’s men get closer to Shigaraki, not particularly happy with his threatening undertone.

“So those are your conditions then?” Overhaul sighs, annoyed with the man’s demands.

“The scales are far from even. Need I remind you about Magne,” he pauses, “and Compress’ arm?” Shigaraki hisses out. Overhaul’s eyes are glued to him now; he waits until he’s finished talking before he speaks again. Shigaraki looks up toward the ceiling before continuing, not looking at anything in particular but thinking of you, “You can forget about Y/N; you can’t have her.” 

“Oh?” Overhaul perks up and leans back a little more interested in what has Shigaraki not wanting to give you up, “Is she special or something?” he asks with a sly smile.

“No.” Shigaraki’s face grows warm under his mask. He takes his eyes off the ceiling to look back at Overhaul, “It would just be really dumb of me to give you our healer,” he tsks, narrowing his eyes. Shigaraki hates being questioned this much.

“Surely you can lend her to me just for one week?” he retorts. Overhaul pokes at him a little more. He wants to know just how far he would be willing to fight for you.

Shigaraki thinks for a moment. It would give him the upper hand if he was on good terms with the Yakuza. You have also proved that you could hold your own in a fight against Overhaul, especially since you were the only one to make him bleed. Plus, you would have Toga and Twice with you, and he trusts them.

“Fine, one week.”

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The next morning, Shigaraki approached you while you were in the room that Toga and you had decided to share. Toga had already started putting up her posters again and changed out the bed sheets before she left with Twice for the day. You had found an old hero magazine in the closet of the bedroom and hoped to find anything about yourself in there to jog your memory, but sadly, it was about 10 years old and held no information about you or any of the villains you were with. The house must’ve been abandoned for about that long, you thought to yourself. You were in the center of the room atop an old mattress, lying on your stomach and swinging your feet in the air still reading the magazine when Shigaraki entered the bedroom doorway. You were facing the window with your back facing the door, so you couldn’t see who it was. He was quiet and took a moment to watch you as you read all the old hero drama. There it was—that warm feeling returning to his face as he watched you swing your feet happily behind you. He didn’t quite understand the feeling, though. He just knew he hated it. It was about midday, and from the looks of it, you and him were the only two inside the house. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to say something?” You felt the presence of someone behind you; after all, you are a trained hero. It didn’t matter how quiet he was being. 

Your heart immediately starts racing the moment he speaks. You were not expecting his voice at all, he never comes to talk to you. He’s usually MIA or will avoid you like the plague. You had really thought he was Dabi, or maybe even Toga or Twice. Why is Shigaraki at your bedroom door? 

“I need to talk to you,” he calmly replies, taking off the hand covering his face. You turn around to face him while sitting up in bed to cross your legs. He must’ve just gotten back from wherever he had been all morning. He looks exhausted, to say the least, like maybe he pulled an all nighter. 

“You don’t look so good, is everything alright?” You express your concern a little too quickly and almost immediately regret asking him that because you didn’t want to annoy him. You frown up at him with wide eyes, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the floor. He can’t bring himself to look at you right now, especially since he can’t calm the warmth in his cheeks.

“I’m fine,” he huffs like a kid in trouble, “I have a job for you, I hope you’re ready.” He states this matter-of-factly. He finally looks up at you to gather your reaction, shaking off the warmth from before.

You excitedly jump up from the bed and cross the room in a dancing manner with your arms behind your back. It had been about a month or so since you joined the league. You were hoping that they would all start trusting you. Plus, you were getting really bored being left behind all the time. “Great! When do I start?” you ask with a big smile that could melt any boy's heart.

Shigaraki stood in the doorway and shifted uncomfortably as you started closing in on him. He stiffened up and straightened his back to his full height, which took up most of the doorway. He hated that you made him so nervous whenever you were in close proximity, but he also hated the idea of handing you over to Overhaul. He’d rather have you close to him, always. 

“I’m giving you to Overhaul,” he grumbles like the words he spoke were poison. “You’ll be with Toga and Twice, so don’t cause any trouble.” He’s looking down at you now, and you are looking up at him. “You will join the Hassaikai tomorrow.” His breath hitched; you were only a couple of inches away from him now, close enough that he could smell your hair. Which coincidentally smelled like strawberries, and he would never admit how much he liked it.

“I hate that guy,” you frown up at him. The corner of his mouth pulled up as he stared at you through heavy-lid eyes. Suddenly you’re the one who is nervous. You avert your eyes and look at the wall, your heart racing again.

“So do I,” he doesn’t take his eyes off of yours. He notices the redness pooling in your cheeks, and his eyes start trailing down to your lips, which were perfectly pouty. He pauses for a moment and realizes you’re nervous too. He can’t believe it. It’s gotta be because you’re intimidated by him, right? There’s no way you’re actually flustered because of him. He wants more than anything to apologize for hurting you. He doesn’t even know where to start though, he’s never apologized for anything. Instead, he soaks in the silence between you two. He doesn’t want to part ways yet because then that would mean leaving this moment forever. Little does he know you don’t want to part ways either, having him in your space is comforting and you didn’t understand why.

“Honey, we’re hommmeeee!” Twice’s voice echoes through the empty house. 

You were much closer to Shigaraki than a moment ago. Twice’s entrance made you jump a bit causing you to join Shigaraki in his personal bubble. You tried clearing your throat to make it less awkward but Shigaraki didn’t seem to care at all. Instead of getting mad at you or telling you it was okay to make you feel better, he immediately fell back into his stern leader persona. He placed the hand back over his face and left your room without saying another word. He left it feeling much colder and emptier than before.

Later that evening, after you had showered, you came back into your room to find Toga laying across the mattress, cutting people out of the magazine you had been reading earlier. She had a sinister smile plastered on her face as she glued them to the floor. You had no idea what was going through her head, so you got dressed without interrupting her. 

“Hey, do you know where Dabi is?” you hesitantly asked her, running your fingers across your lips almost instinctively. You wondered if anyone had told him about you leaving. You hadn’t seen him since he kissed you, and you hoped he was okay. 

“Hmmm,” Toga brings a finger up to her cheek to make her think harder. “I don’t really know; last I saw him he was talking to Shigaraki, and then he took off into the woods while you were in the shower,” Toga hums at you.

"Thanks, Toga, I’ll be back,” you said, finishing putting on an oversized black t-shirt and an old pair of crimson riot pajama pants before brushing back your wet hair. You ran out of the big house to try and catch up to Dabi; he couldn’t have gotten too far. The screen door smacked against the old wood as you walked down the front steps. The sun was setting, and the sun itself was being engulfed by the dark gray sky. There was little sunlight left, so you tried to scan the forest for any sign of where Dabi had gone. There were just miles and miles of trees in front of you, which had you discouraged until you saw blue flames in the distance that caused a disruption to all the birds in the area as you saw them take off flying into the sunset. As soon as you zoned into his location, you took off running towards him. He was only about a quarter of a mile away, and now that you were in the forest, you had hoped that he didn’t leave his current location, or else you had no hope of finding him again. After a few minutes of walking through the dark forest, you noticed a little shed that had a blue campfire out in front of it. You’d recognize those flames anywhere. You stepped closer to the shed and thought it would be fun to try and sneak up on him. You went into stealth mode and stepped slowly and quietly toward the shed when suddenly a large burnt-up hand descended into your peripherals, grabbing a hold of your face to cover your mouth. You didn’t panic, though; instead, you turned to Dabi and punched him playfully in the chest while bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“How do we always end up in this position, darling?” His voice was husky, and his laugh was even deeper. It had been months since he first captured you in the woods that night. You were putting up much more of a fight then, he thought. It's crazy how much he's grown to care about you in that short amount of time.

After your laughter dies down, you give him a more earnest look in the dim blue light. The fire was crackling, and one of the logs cracked before falling apart, and the woods went quiet. “He’s giving me to Overhaul,” your voice came out shaky, and it was the first time you really understood what that meant for you. It meant that you could die under his control. “I don’t want to go.” You feel like you were on the verge of tears.

“I know, he told me.” Dabi remains calm although it feels like he’s being ripped apart inside. He leans back against one of the trees behind him and looks up at the stars as he speaks again, “It’ll be okay. He said it’s only for a week. You’re much stronger than you think you are.” 

As you stand next to the fire, you feel small under his gaze. Dabi was so confident that you were going to be okay that you believed him. You crossed your arms and stared into the dancing blue flames, lost in thought. What were you doing here? Why did you come to see him? Was it because you were worried about him or because he is becoming a comfort for you? All of this was so confusing.

“Hey,” Dabi noticed the worried look on your face and pushed himself off the tree to step closer to you. “You’ll be okay. Shigaraki and I would never let anything bad happen to you,” he said, bending down a little to make sure you were looking at him. 

“Yeah, ok,” you inhaled deeply, “I trust you.” Your voice was above a whisper; you didn’t even mean to leave Shigaraki out. It’s not like you don’t trust him; you’re just still unsure. Dabi, however, felt better about you saying you trust him and not Shigaraki. It meant that he didn’t really stand a chance at winning your heart. “So,” you tried to change the subject to get your mind off of leaving, “what are you doing out here?” You look up at him and realize he’s actually standing pretty close to you now. 

“Come here,” he grabs your hand, and for the first time your palm is in his. His hand was still warm from lighting the fire. You wondered if his flames hurt him. It would explain his scarred skin, but you never wanted to pry. He guided you to the shed that you had noticed earlier. It was also very abandoned and weathered. It looks like it may have been white in the past, like the house, and probably doubled as a small green house. You then wondered about the types of people who lived there before and where they were now. Dabi dove under the broken wooden door frame that looked like it had been slowly falling apart for years. He then reached out and placed a palm on top of your head to guide you into the shed with him, making sure that you wouldn’t hit your head on the wooden plank above. Once you were inside, you moved the damp pieces of your hair that had become disheveled from Dabi out of your face so that you could look around. You were in awe at how many little blue flames you saw surrounding you. Dabi had lit candles atop the shelves and on the small rectangle tables that were in the middle of the shed; there were even some on the floor. The blue lighting was flickering and created a glow-like effect that bounced off the skylights. So it was used for a greenhouse, you thought. Everything was overgrown but so beautiful. There were wildflowers everywhere, and you couldn’t help but smile. You spun around and your eyes landed on Dabi, who was holding out a bright blue nemophila flower that had five petals and a baby blueish-white center. You beamed up at him and happily took the flower. It didn’t really smell like anything, but the liveliness of it made you happy. When you looked behind Dabi, you saw a small mattress on the ground that had a few articles of clothing on it that looked like they belonged to him.

“Is this where you’ve been sleeping? Why not in the house with us?” You lower the flower from your face, and suddenly the awe factor is gone.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Dabi sighs defeatedly. “I guess I just like being alone,” he mutters.

“Oh,” you say under your breath and turn around to face away from him.

"I cherished sharing a bed with you in the beginning," Dabi admits, causing your heart to skip a beat. You hoped he wouldn't be able to hear how loud your heart was beating for him. "I wish it wasn't so short-lived," he said bitterly.

He is standing there with both hands in his pockets when you turn around to face him once more. You feel bad about this. You can't help but feel like it's your fault for his defeated stance. 

“Me too,” your voice was a little above a whisper, suddenly nervous.

Dabi immediately perks up at this and makes long and fast strides over to you. You watch as he approaches you with a purpose he didn’t have moments ago. You didn’t know it, but you basically gave him the go-ahead. He wasn’t sure where you two had left off when he kissed you last. All he knew was that he craved you and needed you to touch him. You gulped loudly once he stopped just a few inches away from you, waiting to see if you would tell him no or not. You didn’t, though. He stared at you with a hunger, like he was a wolf and you were his prey. When your hip collided with the edge of one of the tables, you realized he'd cornered you. It didn't matter because you desired him just as much. You were staring up at him with dark eyes and heavy breaths. He pushed forward and grabbed your face again, but this time he was a little rougher than before. He passionately kissed you, making your knees go weak. Suddenly, his laps became more aggressive, and you heard needy growls coming from him. He then leaned down without disengaging your lips and picked you up from just below your ass to lift you up onto the table. Your hands were holding his face now, and as he continued kissing you roughly, you ran your hands into his hair and pulled it down slightly, eliciting a small moan from the man and causing his lips to part with yours. You bit your lip and looked down at him; he was already looking up at you with his brows knitted together in pleasure. With both of your hands, you pushed back his spiky hair and freed his forehead. He was so beautiful like this. His blue eyes were so bright and matched the flower he had given you earlier. His hands trailed up your thighs and reached your hips. At the base of your hips, he lifted your shirt slowly and rubbed tiny circles on your lower stomach. The action made your thighs squeeze together tightly. You kissed him once more.

“Dabi, can you touch me?” You beg softly in his ear.

“Of course, princess,” he finally lifts your shirt up and over your head. You weren't wearing a bra, so your breasts were exposed, and you felt a little self-conscious in his presence. It didn’t last for long; he kissed you gently before looking down at your body. The hand that was rubbing your lower stomach now moved up slowly, and you could feel the staples on his wrist rub against your skin, sending chills up your body. Your nipples hardening from his touch. His kisses started trailing down your neck while his hands started trailing up to your chest. You leaned back on your hands and exposed your neck to him. He kissed your neck and ran his tongue down your clavicle. His hand finally reached your right breast. Your breath shudders as he starts palming your breast, gently at first and then rougher and rougher. It was your turn to moan now, and it was like music to his ears. You swung your leg in between his legs and felt how hard he was for you. You wanted him now. 

“Dabi,” you whimper.

“What is it, baby?” He moves his head back up to nuzzle the crevice of your neck.

“Please, I need you,” you begged once more.

He kisses down your neck again, and this time he takes your nipple into his mouth and bites gently. You whimper, and he sucks the pain away. His hands run up your body, and he is grabbing at all parts of you, needy for more and more. He’ll take every part of you that you’ll give him. He goes for your pajama pants now; he cradles the back of your head and lays you down on the table to rip at your pants. You help him untie the strings and wiggle them off your hips. He whips them off and throws them toward the bed. He kisses your legs while maintaining eye contact with you. Your face was burning red; you wanted him so badly. He pawed at your inner thighs before his eyes landed on your already-soaked panties. He is so hard for you that he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being inside you, but he wants to savor you just as badly. His fingers reach the soaked part of your panties and he starts applying pressure in small circles with his thumb. You reach back behind you for anything you can hold onto while you ride his thumb. There was nothing to grab onto, so you try to scoot back as much as you can to push yourself against him more. He notices this and wants to give you everything you want. He pushes your underwear aside and slides his middle and ring fingers up your slit, lubricating them with your juices before slowly sliding them both inside you. You gasped and bit your bottom lip to suppress a moan. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans, while pumping his fingers in and out of you while rubbing his thumb on your clit. His words come out like he’s in pain; you suppose maybe he is. Maybe it hurts for him to get so hard. You start thinking about whether or not his dick is scarred too. He brings his other hand back up to your breasts and flicks your nipple before running his hand down your naval again, applying pressure to your stomach as he goes. You arch your back, and he thinks this is a perfect time to bring his mouth down to your heat. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, and when you look down at him, you notice his tongue is pierced, causing a cold sensation to hit your clit. It felt incredible. 

“Good girl,” he says in between laps. 

This has made you feral. You needed more, so much more. You brought your hands back into the picture and grabbed his head, forcing him closer to your body as you rode his face. This time you didn’t suppress your moans. You were so close; he kept the pace for you as you focused on coming all over his face. Your thighs tightened around him, and you scrunched your legs up towards your body as you rode out your orgasm. After your climax, you laid back on the wooden table and tried to catch your breath as much as you could. Once a few seconds had passed, you sat up to look at him, and your eyes went wide in fear. 

“Oh my god, Dabi, I’m so sorry,” you crawl down the table to cradle his face. You had ripped out two of his facial staples on either side of his cheeks, and he had trails of blood going down his neck. He just smiled up at you, his face glistening, although you could see his face splitting. 

“Are you kidding me? It was so worth it,” he said, reaching up to his face to try and reattach the staples that had come undone. 

“Here, let me help.” You sweetly rubbed his face with your thumb, activating your quirk just enough to make the staples go back in place. 

Once you fixed his staples, you could feel him still staring at you. His lustful gaze is still fixed on your naked body. The butterflies in your stomach never fully went away. They lusted after something else—something more. You hop off the table, and for a second time that night, you take his hand; this time you guide him over to the mattress that is in the corner. He follows and lays down without question. You signal for him to take off his pants, and so he does. He unbuckled his chunky black belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, ripping them off and throwing them into the same pile with your clothes. His dick isn't scarred; in fact, it's pretty and pink. To your surprise, though, it’s also pierced. He has a Jacob’s ladder with three bar piercings through the shaft. Ouch. You weren’t all that surprised, though, considering how many piercings Dabi has all over his body; you just hated that he was in pain all the time. 

As if Dabi read your mind, “I like pain,” he blurts nervously. 

You don’t say anything; just take his dick into your hand and start slowly jerking him off. He shudders and leans his head back. You notice that his jawline and Adam's apple are more prominent like this. He is so fucking hot, you think. You adjust your posture and lean in to take him in your mouth. The sudden switch causes him to whimper slightly. You stare at him as you suck up and down his shaft, and his whimpers cause you to tighten your thighs together once more. He finally looks at you, and he swears he’s going to come immediately with how soft and lewd you look. His aggressive instincts are being restrained. He wants so badly to just shove your head down and make you choke around him, but he doesn’t. You are his princess right now; he has to contain himself. As if you read his mind, you go further down and choke yourself around him, causing tears to fill your eyes. His eyebrows knit together in pleasure, and he can't take it anymore. He is about to come into your mouth, but he stops himself. 

“Lay on your back,” he demands, showing the most domineering behavior he ever has. You oblige and lay on the mattress as he asked. He finally takes his shirt off and leans over you. He is super toned, and his scars are all over his chest, filled with staples. You make a mental note to be more careful this time. He kisses you while wrapping his arms around yours, cradling you. He leans down and reaches out to grab his manhood. He runs himself up your slit. He whined when he realized you were still extremely wet for him. He moves his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes in, allowing you to adjust to him. You gasp again, taking in his size. His piercings were also cold, causing you to tighten around him. He moans as he goes deeper and deeper. Once you’ve taken him all the way, he pumps in and out again to really get you used to him. You look up into his eyes, and he’s already looking down into yours. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you more tightly before he starts humping into you at a quicker pace. You reach up to run your hands through his hair, which is now slicked across his forehead, so you push his hair back once more before bringing his forehead to yours. He slows his pace, and you notice he keeps edging himself. You push your forehead against his and move upwards to signal for him to switch positions. Without pulling out, he picks you up with him inside you and twists his body to sit on the mattress with you now on top of him. He really liked this angle; your breasts were now in his face, and he could watch himself go in and out of you. He takes both of your breasts into his hands and massages them both while you ride him. Back and forth, you rock on his dick. He was so deep inside you that it almost hurt. You quickened your pace, and the lewd look he gave you was to stop going so fast or he would come. Which is exactly what you wanted from him. You lowered yourself closer to his chest and kissed him before sitting back up. You lean back, put your hands on your ankles, and let your hips do the work. He grabbed your hips to keep you centered as you rode him, close to your orgasm. 

“Dabi, I’m going to come again,” you whine.

“Okay baby, come all over me,” he bites his lip to suppress his moans.

So you do, you come all over him again. As you slow your hips to ride out your orgasm, he grabs them to keep you close to him. He fucks up into you now, and you become overstimulated, but it feels so good.

“God, I want to come inside of you so fucking bad,” he whines with his eyes glued to yours. His whimpers make you give in.

“Come on, baby,” you bounce a little, forcing him over the edge, “come for me,” you call out to him, not getting off of him anyways, so he can’t not come inside of you. He moans loudly, and you feel his warm ropes filling you up as his dick twitches inside of you. 

You sit like this for a moment, and he reaches up to hug you with him still inside you. You wrap your arms around him and give into the closeness one last time before getting off of him. You crawl off of him, grab your clothes off the end of the bed, and throw him his. After getting dressed, you crawl back into bed and lay your head on his chest. You fell asleep so fast that you didn’t even realize it. He had pulled his blanket over the both of you and wrapped his arms around you, falling asleep soundly like he had that first night you joined the League. 

You had planned to sleep in your own room with Toga that night so that she could wake you up when it was time to go with the Hassaikai. Things didn’t go as planned, and you weren’t expecting to be woken up by none other than the leader of the league of villains himself.

“Do you know how long I’ve been walking around these woods aimlessly trying to find you idiots this morning?” Shigaraki was kneeling down in front of you two and angrily kicked Dabi’s foot to wake him. Dabi mumbled and slowly started waking up. Shigaraki’s giant nomu was posted for him at the door of the shed, and his huge googly eyes were peeking in. You sat straight up, wide-eyed, trying to remember where you were. “Get up; it’s time to meet with Overhaul,” he hisses. Oh, shit, this probably looks really bad. Dabi takes in what's happening and doesn’t say a word to his boss.

Before you could even apologize for oversleeping, having sex with Dabi, anything,  Shigaraki turned on his heel, looked back at you and Dabi through his mask, and sighed under his breath, “So you’ve chosen him,” he looks back toward his nomu before exiting the shed, “I should’ve known.” his voice now emotionless.

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hi I'm sorry I don't kno how asks are supposed to work but I found ur blog a couple of minutes ago and I think it might help with something scary that happened this morning. (If this is bad or I wasn't supposed to post it pls ignore 🤍)

so I don't rly know if what I do is age dreaming or regression or something else I just know that it helps usually when I'm in a bad place and need comfort, but I usually have to get myself to go into it and I can still access like adult thinking I just have to work harder so I usually talk a lot less. I've been kinda in and out of that feeling all throughout this week and I kinda unintentionally latched to one of my friends but that's a whole other thing. Last night I was doing my thing and cuddling with my stuffies but it didn't rly feel right and then this morning I woke up feeling so terrible. I dunno what it was but I felt small and dirty and sad and I wanted comfort but I felt like I was lost and there was no one around me. It was also the first time ever I didn't have to work to make myself feel small I just woke up that way. The reason why I think it's related to the other feeling is because I went to sleep in that headspace I guess and I woke up still feeling fuzzy and the first thing I wanted to do is hold my favorite stuffy

Anyway to get to the question: have u ever experienced or heard of that before? Do u know of any way to get out of it? And also if u have any idea on what I do is because it's confusing and embarrassing and I don't feel like I belong in the community because of it :(

anyway ur blog is so pretty and it makes me happy to read through it and have a nice day lovely 🤍🤍🤍

- hihi cucpake'! <3

sorry for the delayed response sweetpea i was taking a little break <3

hey, hey- it's completely okay honeybee <3.

first off, i want to say how proud of you i am for telling me. talking about your feelings can be hard, and the fact that you did it so well makes me ever so proud <3.

secondly, age regression can sometimes just happen lovely. like you mentioned, it happens more often than not when you're feeling down and need some comfort- but that's not the only time too <3.

sometimes you can just mentally slip into that headspace, no matter what you're doing. sometimes i can just slip straight into it when i'm missing somebody, or if a routine has been suddenly changed, or when i'm reading agere fics- it just happens. it can happen over night where you go to sleep fine and wake up fuzzy, it can happen the opposite way around to.

it might be why you woke up feeling so out of place, regression can be a little hard solo (especially when you've just woke up and everythings a little fuzzy). you can feel lonely, isolated and sometimes ashamed and embarrased for feeling all of these things so suddenly when usually you can just go about your day.

first thing to do is not to worry, okay? it happens. second thing to do is to maybe think about planning something like an drop emergency box, something to help when you wake up is a deep drop. this could range from paci's to plushies to blankies ~ anything that helps you feel comforted and safe! <3. maybe start making routines for yourself to help explore little space a bit better? see what you like to do when your small and jot it down so you don't feel so all over the place <3

also it's okay to feel scared sometimes about new things, don't let your mind make you think you don't belong here okay <3 we're all here and happy to help with questions and wonders, that's what having a community is for little one <3.

i hoped this helped and i hope you're feeling a little better <3

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Chapter №1. The origin of history

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Once upon a time, when people did not exist yet, and the Earth was not even born, Galaxica appeared from fragments of stardust and remnants of cosmic matter.

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Galaxica is considered the mother ancestor of all Universes and the World that unites from her offspring.The wisest and most majestic being.Thanks to her, everything starts..

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She was all alone.In this regard, she decided to create 5 Universes for herself

1. "Ghost Umbrella"☔

2. "Teach me to love"💖

3. "Another city"🌆

4. "Special friends"🎭

5."Black eye of the blind titan"🫀

From that day on, Galaxica became known as the Mother

(Each universe is about 14 million years old.The names were given to them by Galaxica itself)

~1000 year (Absolutely all dates starting from this one will go in our time-that is, in our era)

Galaxica, who is primarily a Mother, began to worry about her creations and creates defenders

of Agony and Magic

Agony's real name has not been preserved, so he is simply Agony or a Charlatan.And Magic is Felicia

~300 year

Universes have Avatars

•Avatars are the central cover/face of their Universe-it is on it that the Avatar is the most important

Avatar of the Universe №2-Cupid

Avatar of the Universe №3-Divera

Avatar of the Universe №4-Unita

Avatar of the Universe №5-Titan

☔Universe №1 was the weakest and therefore her Avatar did not appear =Agony and Magic were diligently watching her☔

They are the faithful helpers of Galaxica, they take care of Avatars and protect Universes

But what are they themselves?

Despite all the coherence in their duties, they are complete opposites

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Felicia/Magic is kind, caring and sensitive.She ready to support you in a difficult moment.Very smart, polite and resourceful.She takes care of everyone around her and sincerely worries about them, just like a mother.Always forgives insults and she has never had enemies

Or rather, he was and he was always there.

In addition to selfless kindness, Felicia was distinguished by trustfulness

And he took advantage of her.

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Agony/Charlatan-evil in the flesh.He is callous, insidious and just selfish.Does not tolerate tenderness.Hates to forgive and apologize.There is no one to support, his speech is rude and unpleasant.He is cunning, it is impossible to predict him.Everyone around him is his enemy

Or rather, almost everything and she was always there.

Apart from the endless rage, the Agony was crazier

And he took advantage of it.

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Felicia loved the Charlatan.She thought he was lonely.She wanted to give him all her love.

The charlatan doesn't like Felicia.He didn't want to accept her love.She only interfered with his plan

•The Agony Plan is a Charlatan's plan to completely defeat all five Universes (later the whole World) in agony-thanks to the plan, he appropriates Universes to himself, and kills Avatars

The charlatan has never liked Universes, Avatars, and even more so Galaxics.He hated the idealogy of each of them, their behavior, their status

He hated everything about them

And this hatred turned into something more....

~500 years

A charlatan who has been gaining strength for 200 years to carry out his insidious plan.After all, he will need to overthrow Galaxica itself and its creations

Felicia decided to leave a piece of herself in this world

📜06.11.523-The birth of Goody 📜

So she "creates" a son for herself -she calls him Goody.He was a small, one-eyed and cloud-friendly humanoid man.Curious and good-natured, a copy of his mother.Goody was born with a defect-a scar on his nose, because of which he was very complex, so Felicia painted herself a similar scar to make her son comfortable

Felicia really wanted the Charlatan to become a father for Goody, but....

The Charlatan had completely different plans

...

First he decided to kill the Avatars

He quickly melted down with Unita and Divera, then the Charlatan headed for Titan

Titan is clearly smarter than the previous Avatars and before his death he wanted to talk to a Charlatan

- If you are so eager to live, then in the next life you will work for me, - Agony smiled viciously and insidiously.

- I will serve if you keep my memories, - the Titan set his conditions

"A willing slave?"- The charlatan is overjoyed, - such are more appreciated, on the hands.

He leaves the Titan to die and goes to Cupid himself

Cupid, having learned about the danger, decided to commit suicide himself, and to put a seal on his Universe so that the enemy could not destroy it

Avatars, even if a little differently than the Charlatan wanted, are no longer a hindrance

He destroys those Universes that were left unprotected: №2, №3, №4

The turn of the very first Universe

And at this time, Felicia was peacefully resting here with her son, not even suspecting what her lover was doing...

The charlatan himself came and told her everything

Felicia is terrified.

She pounced on Agony, wanting to avenge all the atrocities he had committed

But Magic understood that it would not be able to defeat the Charlatan, so she takes a desperate step

She will seal the Agony, but thereby kill herself

And she did it

The Charlatan, taking the form of a black kitten and having spent almost all his strength, ran away from the dying Magic and headed for Galaxica

Felicia is dying.All her strength was leaving her, and her mind was leaving her body

She was hugging Goody to her chest.It was the last time he hugs his son

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Galaxica has lost the meaning of its existence-all from what the Charlatan organized

She succumbs to him

She leaves this world calmly

But with the last of her strength, she appoints Goody as the Avatar of the Universe №1-the Ghost Umbrella

And Goody himself ran away, afraid that the Charlatan might come back and do something to him

And the Charlatan himself has a new point in his plan

Find Goody

And kill him

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The following posts:

The first Magicians

How magical creatures appear

Goody 's Structure

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