#I haven’t written for this man in a minute >o>

[illubean]

Heyyy, so I’m like reaaaally tall and I wanted to ask if you’d be comfortable with writing headcanons about the Phantome troupe (or just feitan, uvogin and Hisoka) with a tall fem!s/o? Like 6’2 or 6’3 , cuz I really like your other headcanons and I can’t find any of those ANYWHERE… :,)

Phantom Troupe w/ a Tall!Fem!Reader

Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Uvogin Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

Haven’t written hxh for a hot minute… replaced Hisoka w/ Chrollo cus I don’t write for him! also reader is intended to be in the 6’0+ range

Warnings: a tad suggestive?

Chrollo Lucilfer

I personally think Chrollo is a certified tall girl lover

never be afraid to wear heels/platforms around him because he’s literally obsessed with you

his favorite thing ever is when you wear shorts/skirts/anything that shows off your legs

if anyone tried giving him shit for having a gf who’s taller than him he doesn’t care because thats little dick energy and Chrollo is NOT part of that club

tall or not he likes having you in his lap, his palms resting on the outside of your thighs or around your waist

who cares if it looks silly to other people? he adores you

he insists on helping you put on/take off your shoes every time, often pressing a kiss to your ankle and telling you how pretty you are GAHHH

touchy touchy man in private, always laying on your lap, caressing your thighs or offering you specifically leg massages

he may or may not be a teeny bit of a perv

he just can’t help it :(( he wants to spoil his tall baby

we already touched on the shorts and skirts thing but this guy goes NUTS if you wear stockings/fishnets/thigh highs etc. like YESSS THANK THE LAWD

he is not above getting on his knees and quite literally worshipping you, kissing up the length of your leg

ok let me stop before i get freaky

Feitan Portor

oh boy

Feitan is already used to being relatively shorter than people, it wasn’t new to him

but he didn’t expect to get with someone DAMN NEAR A WHOLE FOOT TALLER

you guys are like the big and friendly x small and scary ship dynamic except reversed gender role i guess

as previously mentioned in another headcanon post i did similar to this, Feitan likes being shorter than you for 2 main reasons

1. so he can sneak up on you easier and 2. because he’s practically eye level with your chest..

he likes it when you hug him so he can just faceplant into your rack then blame it on the height difference

he likes to sneak up on you and watch you nearly jump out of your skin because you literally didn’t see him coming

he’s not at all insecure about your height difference but he does get annoyed if you or anyone else teases him

if you tried leaning an arm atop his head or something he would dodge you with a scowl and give you the silent treatment for the next 10 minutes because how dare you!?

he is small but mighty, so if you ever try to pick him up or something he WILL fight back

9 times out of 10 you end up splayed out on the floor while he stomps away, a little salty

but he doesn’t mind so much in private

he actually DEMANDS to be the little spoon

he likes the feeling of having your larger form wrapped around him :3

Uvogin

yeah so no matter how tall you are you’re probably never ever going to be taller than this guy soz

he’s like over 8 feet tall

so needless to say your height doesn’t matter much to him..

but I think he probably has a preference for taller women because it just makes things easier for him

also wtf would it look like if this guy was dating someone under 5’4…it would look suspicious even if they’re an adult……..

so yeah he like’s that you’re tall even though you’re still pretty short compared to him

he likes that he has easier access to kiss you instead of having to lean down ridiculously far (even though around 2 feet is still kind of ridiculous…)

another one who likes it when you show your legs off

to be fair, he likes it when you show skin in general but yeah

cannot keep his hands off you ever

he always has an arm slung over your shoulders or if you’re sitting his insanely large hand is resting on your thigh

he doesn’t shy away from pda ever and it kind of annoys some of the other troupe members..

but yeah you guys are giants in love <3

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

You get pissed off with Daryl for putting himself in danger. He fixes it.

First time posting any writing so my apologies for the shit everything.

598 words of poorly written smut that isn’t proofread and was written in forty minutes.

I will regret posting this.

Daryl had done it again.

You were pissed -beyond pissed- when Rick let it slip that he and your boyfriend had come close to dying at the hands of the Saviours again because Daryl refused to stay safely behind the Hilltop’s walls. You didn’t give a shit how much Rick needed his help getting guns to pay that bitch with the shit haircut; Negan wouldn’t kill Rick. The psychotic bastard wanted to torture Alexandria’s leader and needed him alive to do so, but you couldn’t be sure that his twisted desires extended to Daryl.

“Jesus, girl,” Daryl says, holding his arms in front of his face as you throw a plethora of household objects at him. “Calm down, will ya?” When you throw one of Gregory’s hardcover books you stole at his head -a copy of War and Peace that probably could kill a man- he grabs your wrists. “You’ve ‘ad yer fun.”

You kick at him when he shoves you onto the couch, nicking his calf. Unsurprisingly, the handsome bastard didn’t even flinch, just crossing his arms while waiting for you to stop your temper tantrum. “Do you have a death wish?” you demand.

“‘M ‘live, ain’t I?”

“Barely.”

“We took care o’ them. Negan ain’t gettin’ no information from a bunch of dead men.”

“He’ll know it’s you, Dar.” He says nothing and, annoyed at his nonchalance, you stand up and punch him. Try to, at least. You fought well, but someone of his size had no goddamn right to be so fucking quick. Daryl flips you onto your stomach, pinning you to the couch.

“Ya know what’s wrong with ya?” he asks, pulling your pants down to your ankles. “S’that you ain’t had a good fuckin’ since I got back, hmm? Would some dick make ya feel better?”

You struggle against him, though you have no intention of getting away. “I’d feel better if you stopped trying to get yourself killed!”

He roughly spanks your ass, making you squeal and squirm more. “Wet, ain’t ya?” he teases, rubbing your soaked folds. “Poor little pussy’s so empty ya can’t even think straight.”

“Stop it,” you say. “I’m annoyed with you.”

“I know, baby. I’ma fix it.” The stretch is divine when he shoves in, bordering on painful due to his size and the lack of prep. “Say ‘thank ya’, girl,” he orders. “Tell me how grateful ya are tha’ I’m makin’ ya feel better.”

“Daryl,” you plead. He doesn’t move, torturing you until you give into his demands. “Thank you! Goddammit, Daryl!”

You can almost feel him smirking. He never smiled more than he did when he was giving you his cock. “Tha’ didn’t sound very grateful. Say it ‘gain.” For further encouragement, he angles his hips so that he hits your g-spot just right. The hand that isn’t pinning you down snakes under your body to toy with your clit..

“Okay! Okay! Thank you, Daryl. Thank you.”

“Tha’ll do.” He starts rutting into you, roughly sliding in and out of your slick pussy. “Good little pussy, takin’ me so well.”

It’s almost embarrassing how close you are to your peak already. In your defense, the man fucks like a god, and you get wet just looking at him.

Bastard.

He toys with your clit and you peak hard, hardly noticing him biting your shoulder as he climaxes with you. “Feelin’ better, girl?” he asks, fastening his pants back up.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you want a quickie every time you’re about to go on a run. I’m still mad at you.”

“I’ll live, sweetheart.”

[luvelve]

how i think my husbands seungcheol, wonwoo, and mingyu would react when you reach your climax

࿐ seungcheol

- he’d see your face crinkle in pleasure and he’d be soooo turned on by it that his face unknowingly mimicks your expression a bit too.

- he’d be mumbling sweet sweet praise. “fuck, that’s it princess, let it go. only i can make you feel like this, yeah? you’re so pretty like this baby, so so good for me.”

- smoothes out the hair from your face and gets drunk seeing your dazed post-climax eyes. he takes a few moments to just look at you, his pace slow and steady and his face in line with yours, just admiring you.

- he waits for you to fully come down from your high. he kisses you before he bullies his length again into you but deeper, apologizing in between thrusts for being so rough but he knows you can take it. he finishes himself off a few minutes later and cleans you up right after

࿐ wonwoo

- he watches your face with intent because he knows you’re about to cum. his free hand flies down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you even more. your climax hits you like a truck, your vision goes white and you feel fireworks shoot all the way down to your feet, and you’re gripping onto wonwoo’s biceps

- he stops once your body writhes in pleasure and he suppresses your breathy moans by kissing you. your eyes are closed shut the entire time he kisses you but wonwoo opens his eyes moments in between the kiss because he can’t miss out on just how pretty you look all blissed out

- you open your eyes a few moments later and wonwoo’s trailing kisses down your body, not even caring about himself finishing anymore. he’s tracing your body in sweet and wet kisses but you’re still a bit sensitive and so your body jerks when he kisses in between your thighs. and the goddamn fool just smiles. “i’m sorry, my love.” how dare he

࿐ mingyu

- he’d be so enamored by you, seeing your back leave the bed and your mouth forming a small ‘o’. mingyu falls in love with you all over again and he can’t believe he’s able to do this to you

- you haven’t even come down from your high and he’s said “i love you” a million times already. cannot stress how much this six foot something man is so head over heels for you

- wraps his arm around your waist because he wants to be as close to you as possible, feeling the warmth of your skin and hearing your heart beat. “can’t get enough of you.”

- he loves the way you’re pulsating and squeezing around his cock that he can’t help but bury his face into the crook of your neck. he’s not thrusting into you but instead he just stays there because the feeling you’re giving him is enough already. now the both of you are making lewd and breathy noises that you’ll have to apologize to the neighbors for in the morning

a/n: this is probably the fastest thing i’ve ever written. if there are any typos or errors in this pls look away. i hope this is any good btw bc idk what got in me to write this buuuut yes as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated :>

[nice-meanie]

Lucifer Morningstar helping overworked s/o

A/N: I haven’t written in a while so im trying to get back into it again. Don’t be scared to shoot over a request - especially not for our fav short king

1.2k - Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: fluff, very sweet, already established relationship

Overworked s/o gets some comfort and love from our all-time favourite Lucifer.

You walked to the hotel door with a painful ache in your neck. All the sitting around, reading documents and arguing with some wanna-be rich people about car prices made your neck and shoulders sore. With slumped shoulders and an annoyed look, you stumble into the newly rebuilt hotel. Greeting you with a beaming smile, Charlie hopped over to you:

“Hey y/n, are you ready for a team-building exercise of trust and friendship? Now that you are finished with work, you can join us!!!”

“Sorry, not today Char Char. It was an exhausting day at work”

Normally you loved helping out Charlie in the hotel and talking to the others, but today you just wanted to go die for the secound time on the couch. You shot a quick smile and waved at Lucifer, who smiled back with slight pity noticing your tired deminer.

You walked up the neverending set of stairs, which seemed to just get longer and longer. After finally reaching your and Lucifer’s bedroom you fumbled with your keys in your pocket and opened the door. You walked to the bedroom and clumsily opened the door. Seeing the sweat relief of the king-sized bed, you flopped your tired body on it and let out an aching moan. You looked around the room, letting your eyes glide over the hotel room, which was more like a small one-bedroom apartment. It seemed like the concept of time had disappeared. Everything began to feel like a blur and your brain got foggy from the exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours in your trance-like state, when you heard a small klick coming from the door. You couldn’t be bothered to pick up your head let alone your body, so you just slowly rolled your eyes in the direction of the sound waiting for the bedroom door to be opened. You thought it was someone who came to check up on you or even worse, ask you for a favour so you presumptuously let out an annoyed huff. What you didn’t expect was to see Lucifer at the foot of the door, opening it slowly and carefully as if not to wake up a newborn baby. Seeing your lovely partner made your heart flutter and a barely visible smile crept up on your face despite your crushed state.

Seeing hell’s King sneak around your bedroom to not wake you if you were asleep had something heartwarming about it. This gave you enough strength to barely pull yourself from your lying position into a sitting one, letting one of your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed while the other was resting on the bed folded near your body. A silent “oh shit” echoed through the room as your boyfriend walked up to you and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry honey. Did I wake you?”

“No, no, not at all. I was just… resting on the bed”

“You look beaten, are you alright? You need to start watching out for yourself more. I mean, no one should be this tired. What if someone attacked you and you were too overworked to fight back?!”

You chuckled at your worried man and let your head fall on the shoulder pad of his pearl-white suit. He tensed up from the sudden touch but quickly relaxed. His hand found their way to your hair stroking your head gently. He carefully lifted your head to remove his jacket and hat and threw them on the bed to make his shoulder more comfortable to lie on.

“It was a loooooong day. First, some overlord was pissy that the price of a car he wanted to buy went up and wanted to bargain it down. As if that wasn’t bad enough some imp came to argue that his insurance won’t cover the car damages after he tried to transport two horses and a hellhound in his minivan. He just wouldn’t understand how the insurance couldn’t cover the damages his fiasco made on the car!”

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself y/n! I mean you come home being tired to death after your job. Why don’t you just stay and work in the hotel? We’ve got plenty to get done so you won’t be out of work!”

“Luci, I can’t. I know my job has some downsides, but I’ve always loved cars. They are the only good memories I have left from Earth. I’m fine”

You said the last sentence through your teeth. You knew you weren’t fine and so did Lucifer, but you still tried to reassure him. He sighed and decided to let this argument go. He was worried sick from you working yourself to the bone and wanted to take your pain away, but he also knew that you were stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him. So he decided to take care of you once again. His hand crept up to your cheek replacing it with his shoulder and carefully slid behind you on the bed. You melted into his touch, savouring every last drop of love and affection he gave you. You moaned from dissatisfaction when the support of his shoulder was gone, but were nicely surprised by his hands gliding to your neck and shoulders and massaging them. You hummed at the release of tension in your muscles and let your head fall backwards with shut eyes. Lucifer couldn’t help but kiss your forehead gently flashing a smile at your satisfied face. Your eyes fluttered open and he let his hands slide lower across your whole back running circles. His fingertips and nails tickled your back. The painful fog in your brain started to lift and be replaced with gentle love. While savouring hell’s boss’ touch he snaked his hands behind your neck and legs picking you up effortlessly startling you. Your hands clutched onto his chest. It is still surprising how easily he can pick you up despite you being taller.

Carefully he walked over into the other room while you let your head rest on his body trying to get as close to him as possible as if you were afraid to lose him. While setting you down on the couch you cluched his arms almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You loosened your grip and sat up letting him slip behind you on the backrest of the couch. Lucifer kissed the top of your head letting you fall in his touch once more and resting your body between his legs. His hands slipped into your hair once more scratching your scalp softly and peppering your head with soft kisses. Taking care of you. Slowly you felt the stress of the day lifting. His hand slid over to your chin and pulled your face up. His back bent down and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You let yourself get lost in the kiss and reached up to his head placing your hands on the side of his head pulling Lucifer deeper into the kiss. His golden hair tickled the tips of your fingers making you smile into the kiss. After pulling away your boyfriend gave you a gentle look and kissed your nose making you giggle softly.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Lucifer”

[kitsuani]

Distraction. {Nanami Kento x Reader}

Description:

A fic in which Nanami has work to do, so why is he so distracted?

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Tags: fluff, suggestive, only at the end though nothing too major, office worker nanami u deserve the world, established relationship, kissing (oh goodness,), not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, jujutsu kaisen/jjk, nanami kento x reader, nanami kento

Word count: 1,950

A/N: Written on: February 27, 2024

i'm not a huge nanami fan but my sister is so why not give him love the poor man needs it,

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The only sounds in the room were the clicking of his keyboard and the ticking of the clock. The silence was welcome, as Nanami worked; typing endless lines of notes, emails, and whatever else he hadn’t managed to do throughout the day. He hated overtime—despised it, even. So why was he made to sit here and do the thing he hated the most? Was it even the thing he hated the most anymore? 

The hours drew on, and the waning sunlight was not made known to him—the blue light of the screen in front of him had drawn him in, tunnel vision, as the characters on the screen danced together in ways he didn’t know were possible. He had to push on—just a little bit more then he’d be done. Just a few more, then he’s done. Just a little more time… 

His immersion had finally broken when a hand waved in front of his face, between his nose and the screen. Nanami should have noticed their presence earlier, but he was neither scared nor disappointed. He leaned back for a moment, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes before turning towards them with an equally exhausted smile. 

“My dear… hello.” 

“Hello? That’s all ya’ve got?” 

When he opened his eyes, his s/o had playfully gestured to the meal they had set up without his knowledge. Homemade food, napkins, utensils, and even drinks had been set up neatly, as though it were a catered affair. They spun around in the office chair they had pulled up, shouting out an equally playful cheer before making a grand gesture to their work again. 

“Welcome to dinner!” 

“Dinner?” Nanami had to quickly check his watch. “Is it that time already?” 

“It’s past that time, Kento.” (Y/n) sighed, now leaning on their elbows with their chin in their hand. “Well past it, actually. The sun’s gone.” 

Nanami looked out the windows, the skyline’s sunlight replaced by various building lights instead. It was his turn to sigh now, leaning his had back a moment why he adjusted his tie. 

“So I see.” He swallowed down his exhaustion before sitting back upright. “I’m sorry, love.” 

“It’s alright,” (Y/n) waved him off with a smile, “I know sometimes you’ve just gotta work hard. It’s not like I haven’t had a few overtimes in my life too. I appreciate all the hard work you do! But come on, eat. When was the last time you ate something?” 

Nanami shook his head and turned back to his computer screen, his fingers dashing along the keyboard once again as he dismissed the idea of a meal. 

“I need to finish this. I’ll eat after.” 

(Y/n) pouted at the rejection. They waved their hand in front of the screen again, dragging out their words. 

“Keeeeeeennnntttooooo! You need to eat!”  

When he continued working, simply ignoring their hand, they leaned back into it and pouted once more. He knew they didn’t want to do this, and assumed he was asking for it. It was time to brace himself for the guilt-trip route. 

“After all the time and effort I put in to make you dinner AND bring it to you? All nice and neat?” 

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate your effort or your gesture, (Y/n),” he instantly responded, never stopping his typing nor taking a moment to look at them, “it’s just that this needs done. I can’t be distracted and have it drag on even later than it has. I’ll join you as soon as I’m finished, I promise, dear.” 

“Pet names will not save you,” they muttered under their breath.  

Fine, they decided, they’d wait—much to Nanami’s relief. At least, that’s what he thought; after 10 minutes of silence, he could hear them impatiently strumming their fingertips on the desk, then taking the initiative to make their leg jump, bumping into the desk and causing it to shake. He tried to ignore this the best that he could, but he could easily tell that they were bumping the desk hard on purpose, attempting to move his keyboard around and get his attention. Without a word—and one hand remaining on the keyboard—he moved his free hand to grab onto the space of their thigh right above their knee, squeezing it slightly and pushing their leg until their foot was flat on the ground as a warning. Once he heard them huff, he gave their thigh a more loving squeeze before returning it to the keyboard, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly when he heard them groan slightly. 

They had begun trying everything to pull Nanami from his work. They held food up to his mouth to try and get him to at least take a bite, smashing it repeatedly against his lips when he refused, until he got tired of it and gently pushed their hand away—his eyes never leaving the screen. He could hear them whisper sweet nothings into his ear, their breath warm and tickling—which he knew they could see the slight blush creep up to them—still, he remained diligent. They moved behind him to massage his shoulders, their hands slowly, gently, teasing their way down the front of him—still, his eyes hadn’t left the screen, his hands nimbly crossing over keys all the while. (Y/n) had even tried running their fingertips up his thigh towards his lap in a desperate attempt to get his attention—only then did he pause to grab their hand and give them a warning glance for a moment before jumping back to work. 

The sigh his s/o let out was long, defeated. Nanami could feel the warmth of their fingertips drag along his jawline a moment before physically turning his face to finally look at them properly. They cupped his cheek, and he had no more control in him to fight it off; he melted into their touch, leaning into their hand as they held his head up. He gently held onto their wrist, placing a soft kiss to the space between it and the bottom of their palm. It was his turn to sigh, this time a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and defeat. Tired eyes met those holding heavy concern, but they were so soft that Nanami felt his heart stir. 

“Mimi,” their voice was gentle, quiet, just above a whisper as they used a nickname full of equal emotion, “really, are you alright? You seem distracted.” 

“You’ve successfully distracted me, yes—” 

“No,” their voice stood firm but remained as gentle as they started, “I don’t mean me. I don’t mean your work. I mean here, in your head.” 

They leaned in to give a light kiss to his forehead. Nanami looked to them with a bit of a dumbfounded gaze—distracted? In his head?  

The room around them started to quickly fade away as thoughts flew, swirled, and danced around his mind. The corners of his vision started to get more and more blurry, growing dark, until he finally could no longer see (Y/n) in front of him and saw himself instead. He saw him go through the motions, day in and day out, of mundane life. He saw himself walk through the office doors, sit at his desk, and work away until the sun had gone down—just as he had that day. He watched as his minds eye played the scene over and over again—is this really what he wanted for himself anymore? Is this all that life had to offer someone like him? 

Certainly it was better than before, right? This is what he wanted. A quiet life, a normal life, where he’s no longer concerned about throwing himself to the wolves for people in a system who only see you as dog food. He started to see a younger form of himself now, fighting things that most people could not see, trying to find where his sense of justice had gone—where his dear friends have gone. He watched as this younger self slowly lose the lights in his eyes as he lost sight of what was right, what people should have been doing to prevent all the bloodshed around him. 

As though it were reality, warm hands cup his face, and light up the darkness around him. He looked at his memories version of (Y/n), as they giggled and stepped away from him, spinning, bouncing, dancing along stepping stones of stars as they held their hand out to him, inviting him on their journey. He hopped among the stars alongside them, stumbling here and there, but always looking up to find them waiting for him with the largest, most loving smile.  

Here, he realized, was where he was meant to be. He will always have doubts about what he should do—was anything really the right choice, was anything actually what he wanted? The unmovable factor was that (Y/n) was here, with him, no matter which way the rest of his life stretched him. No matter what bruises his heart, his love was right there with star-shaped bandaids to patch him up—that was something to take comfort in; that was something to hold near and dear. 

The warmth of their hand cupped his cheek again, this time, he opened his eyes to see (Y/n), illuminated by the blue light of the screen, as beautiful to him as ever. They offered him a knowing smile, one that helped further ease his anxieties and let him finally take a nice, deep breath. He kissed the palm of their hand again, clearing his throat a bit as he eventually spoke again. 

“You’re right, I have been distracted. I was burying myself in work to run from it, I’m sorry, my love. However…” he raised his hand to brush their hair out of their face, moving to cup their cheek as well and gently smiling as they instantly melted into his touch, “I’ve found myself again. I’ll always have doubts… I’ll always worry… but with you, I suppose it’s alright to be human. It’ll be a burden for another day.” 

(Y/n) took a turn to kiss the palm of his hand this time, and gave a pure, child-like innocent smile. 

“I’m not sure what I did or what you’re talking about, but I’m glad I was able to help. I’ll always be here to help you, Kento.” 

“That you will be.”  

Reluctantly, Nanami turned from their hold and laughed a bit to himself when he heard them huff; whether it be from the loss of their intimacy or the fact he’d turned back to the computer, he would never know. He felt them lean back in and kiss his cheek lightly as he logged off for the night, the screen no longer lighting up the room.  

In the dark, he turned his head to find their lips again, easily slipping into a drunken stupor by the love they poured into their kiss. Another one, another one, another one—until he managed to laugh against their lips and start to search for his phone’s flashlight. 

“Come on. Let’s pack this up and go eat at home.” 

“Oooor…” (Y/n) had a teasing tone to their voice. “We could stay and finish up some work.” 

Nanami was quickly shushed when he attempted to voice his complaints, that after all that he’d logged off and made his choice for nothing—by tempting hands moving their ways up his thighs, a seductive tongue making its way up his throat. He cleared his throat and spoke, voice wavering, as his hands met their waist. 

“You know I don’t enjoy overtime.” 

“Don’t think of it as overtime, think of it as…. A distraction.” 

[bones4thecats]

How about a scenario with the reader x Apollo, Leonidas and Geirölul in the Barbie world?

A/N: I haven’t written for Leonidas and Geirölul yet, so I hope they aren’t too terribly OOC. I do hope you enjoy this though, Anon! Also, I haven’t watched the Barbie Movie yet, so I’ll just put them in the ‘Universe’ in general.

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☀️ He didn’t know what the hell just happened

☀️ One minute, he was drinking some tea with his S/O, the next he’s looking at a hot pink building as you sit by him, your tea now just straight water in a plastic cup

☀️ You looked at him and shrugged your shoulders, complementing the building

☀️ Then a woman with blonde hair walked outside alongside a man with blonde hair as well, though it was a lot shorter

☀️ You stared at the woman as she ushered you both to stand, that was when you realized that these things were the Barbie and Ken

☀️ Your mouth dropped as Apollo thanked the duo, asking where they were

“ Why, you’re in Malibu, sillies. I’m Barbie and this is Ken, it’s nice to meet you! “

☀️ He feels like he’s heard that before, oh, those were the toys you were talking about getting Göll and the nymph’s children for Christmas!

☀️ Well, this was gonna be interesting…

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🚬 Oh his poor, poor eyes

🚬 He cannot stand anything with such strong color, especially things that were remotely close to hot pink, he just hates that color

🚬 You looked at how his face contorted into disgust as the hot-pink wearing duo came running out of their house

🚬 He pulled you up and held you behind him, glaring at Ken as he stepped back in fear

🚬 Who wouldn’t fear this guy though?

🚬 Barbie smiled and shook your hand while Ken hid behind her, fearing your husband

🚬 Leonidas looked at you and back at the duo when they recommended you guys to come inside for a cup of tea

🚬 Let’s just say when you got back to Valhalla, he has a new appreciation for the color silver

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❤️‍🔥 Geirölul was okay with hot colors because of Hlökk, but this was too much

❤️‍🔥 You and her just stood there looking at the duo of Barbie and Ken as they repeatedly asked if you both were okay

❤️‍🔥 She just replied with a stern;

“ What do you think? “

❤️‍🔥 You smiled, shook her off, and shook their hands, attempting to explain what had happened

❤️‍🔥 Geirolul eventually warmed up to the duo, as they never tried cursing at you for being with a Valkyrie

❤️‍🔥 Though, they didn’t really know anyone from a Pantheon, soooo

[amethystunarmed]

What Do You Say?

Word Count: 1753 AO3 Part 1 Written for Hatchetfield Rarepair Week Day 3: Memories Duke and Ted work on the case to get Ted custody of Peter. Duke gets a very normal migraine and Ted has a very normal reaction.

“I got your abomination of a drink,” Ted tells him. He’s only twenty minutes late to their meeting, which is honestly a record for him. Duke has started scheduling everything at least a half hour before he actually intends on starting. “Why on earth you need to add four sugars to a fucking white chocolate mocha, I’ll never understand.” Ted continues, taking a swig from what Duke hopes is his own cup. “Fair warning, it’s from Beanie’s, so it probably sucks.”

He places the cup in front of Duke, and falls into the chair for his clients on the other side of the desk. Ted says “Nothing can replace Miss Retro’s,” just as Duke picks up the cup and says, “Thanks darlin’.”

And something in Duke’s brain snaps.

Static. 

It almost makes you forget about all that.

It’s all static. 

It feels nice to be the hero, for once. 

Forget.

Miss Holloway had a good run. 

Forget, Douglas Keane. 

That’s not fair.

F O R G E T.

I couldn’t forget you, even if I tried. 

He hasn’t forgotten anything.

I’m trying to say good-bye.  

There is nothing to remember.

Can I?

So then why does it hurt so goddamn bad. 

When he next becomes aware of something other than the splitting pain searing his skull, he realizes he is no longer sitting in his chair. There is a steady hum of noise in the room. He’s on the ground, on his hands and knees. They’re warm and distantly achy. He realizes he is sitting in a puddle of hot coffee, that he must have spilled it when the migraine hit. The bizarre flare of pain recedes as quickly as it struck, just like they always do. With the migraine gone, Duke is able to parse out that the stream of noise beside him is Ted cursing.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, what the fuck, come on, man-”

“I’m fine,” Duke interrupts, voice sore. He pushes back on his hands so he can sit against his desk. The pain may have already faded, but the migraine has left him disoriented and breathless. They don’t happen often, but they leave him off-kilter. Sometimes he feels out of it for days after a bad one.

And this, this was a bad one.

“No you fucking aren’t!” Ted yells, voice squeaky with panic, “You just had like, a seizure or something. Have you had one before? We need to call 911-”

Ted pulls his phone out of his pocket like a man on a mission and Duke can’t believe he seems to be trapped in some weird temporal flux that makes Ted Spankoffski give a shit about other people. And, despite how much he would love to encourage this odd change in behavior, he  really doesn't want to go to the hospital. “Ted. It's really, really fine. It wasn't a seizure.” Ted glares at him, clearly doubtful. Duke bites his lip. “I get... Migraines.”

“Dude, that was not a migraine. You fell to your hands and knees and started screaming.” 

“That happens sometimes.” 

Ted gapes at him like he has absolutely lost his mind, and Duke supposes that, in a way, he has. 

He swallows. He doesn't like talking about it. He doesn’t think it’s anyone’s business. Right now, only three people know about his episodes: his general physician, Miss Holiday, and Duke himself. But most people haven’t seen him collapse on the ground and go nonresponsive. Most people haven’t seen the worst episode he’s ever had in person.

Ted apparently takes Duke’s silence as a sign of something further being wrong, because he unlocks his phone. “Fuck this, I’m calling an ambulance.” Duke sees Ted dial “9” and the thought of seeing an ambulance makes the static swell in his brain. 

He reaches out and places a hand over Ted’s phone. “Really, I’m fine. It’s already passed.”

Ted gives him a look of blatant disbelief.

“Look,” Duke says, “I...” He quickly thinks of a half-lie, something that will explain without going into the empty hole that Miss Holloway has left in his life, about the debilitating grief he can barely feel for a woman he hardly remembers. “I was... in an accident, a while ago. My doctor knows about these attacks, and I have been checked out for them, okay? I’m fine. That was just... a bad one.” 

“Okay...” Ted says, sounding like he isn’t okay at all. “...Are you sure we shouldn’t call someone?” He flips his phone anxiously in his hand. He has that panicked look, the same one he got right before asking Duke for help all those weeks ago. And suddenly Duke realizes he is missing something. Something important.

“Ted...” Duke says slowly. He has a feeling that if he gets this wrong, whatever moment is developing will crumble like sand. “Is something else going on here?”

“Psh, no,” Ted scoffs, “You must have hit your head when you fell.” He flips his phone quicker. He reminds Duke of the cagey high schoolers he is called to help, the ones who think they are too cool to show actual emotions. It almost makes Duke grin.

“You know, it’s fine if it scared you,” Duke reassures him, “Especially if you haven’t witnessed a medical emergency like that before.” 

Ted barks out a startled laugh. “It’s kind of the exact opposite.”

Duke frowns at him, any amusement he was feeling rapidly evaporating. “What does that mean?”

Ted sighs. He tucks his phone in his pocket and leans back on his hands. There is something intimate, the two of them sitting on the floor beside Duke’s desk. It makes Duke lean in, like he is privy to something special. But still, he is not prepared for the words that come out of Ted’s mouth.

“Peter had a seizure. Came over for dinner and we ended up spending the night in the ER. Apparently our parents didn't have time to pick up his insulin refill and he didn't want to 'worry me.’” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that didn't work. Fucking moron.” His voice is calm, but he brings his knees to his chest and hugs them, tightly. Duke can see the tension in his arms. “I thought he was dying.” The unspoken I thought you were dying, hangs in the air. “I thought my parents had finally killed him.” Ted chuckles, like that can disarm the absolute bomb he just dropped. “But at least he didn’t have to go to Abstinence Camp? So that’s something. We both missed out on the Honey Festival though, so, you win some, you lose some.”

It’s supposed to be a joke. An out Duke can take to make light of the situation. Duke doesn’t take it. He can’t imagine just continuing and making light of this situation, like it was something normal, a wild weekend that could be mocked. 

Duke could have passed their room in St. Damien’s when he went looking for Miss Holloway’s body in the morgue.

So instead, Duke doesn’t say anything. It’s a helpful trick he has learned over the years, to just let a silence be. He reaches up and grabs some napkins from the drink tray. He begins mopping up the coffee he knocked over, and lets Ted sit.

(Besides, he doesn’t know what he would say anyways.)

“Our parents... They're not bad people. They're just distant.” Ted continues after a few minutes, almost defensively. It feels involuntary, as innate a response as shivering in the cold. Duke wonders how often he's told this lie, that he truly believes it. “So for an independent kid like me, it was fine, you know? I took care of myself when I needed to.” 

And Duke has words to say about that, has heard plenty of hurt kids say the same thing, but Ted just plows through before he can get a word in. “But Peter... Peter isn't the kind of kid you can half-ass. He's too fucking good to die because my fucking parents can't bother to drive to the pharmacy. He needs someone who can actually take care of him.” Ted laughs bitterly and gives Duke a self-deprecating smile. “Guess he really inherited the Spankoffski luck if he's stuck with me.”

“I think he's plenty lucky,” Duke says without thinking. He means it though. Peter is lucky to have someone like Ted looking out for him.

Ted blinks at him, seeming utterly dumbstruck. He blushes, a bit, and isn’t that a wonder. Ted Spankoffski. Blushing. He clears his throat. “Well, you'd be about the only one.” 

Duke smiles at him. “Let's get back to work so you can show the rest of Hatchetfield then, huh?” With the information Ted just gave him about Peter’s health, Duke figures they would have a pretty solid case for medical neglect. If Peter was taken to the children’s ward, Duke may be able to have Becky Barnes come in as a witness. She has always been a fantastic resource for him in past cases-

“Oh no,” Ted says, interrupting Duke's train of thought. He clambers to his feet, and holds out a hand to help Duke up. “You are going to take a fucking break, that’s what is about to happen!” 

Duke blinks at him, even as he takes Ted’s hand. “Ted, I told, you, I’m fine-”

“Can it,” Ted interjects, and pokes his finger at Duke’s chest. “We’re not fucking up my little brother’s life because you were too out of it to file the proper paperwork. We’re stopping until I’m sure you’re not about to keel over.” 

And just a few weeks ago, Duke would have been annoyed. But somewhere along the line, Duke has realized that Ted is physically incapable of being emotionally vulnerable, even about his brother who he so clearly cares for. Most of his worrying about Peter comes out in complaints and bitching. And Duke thinks that, maybe this is just Ted’s version of caring.

He finds himself oddly touched. 

Duke feels a fond little smile creep onto his face. “Sure,” he says, “Seems like we need to pick up more coffee anyways.”

Ted looks down at the puddle of coffee-soaked napkins at Duke's feet.

“To be honest, this is probably for the best. I think both our drinks had spit in them. The baristas at Beanie's do not like me.”

And, for a brief, impossible moment, Duke finds himself wondering why.

“I mean, the crabby one is not NEARLY hot enough to be as mean as she is.”

Ah. Right.

[intrigd-voyagr]

Scales

this has to be the fastest I have ever thought up and written a fic idea. The power of brainrot........

takes place after Sonny gets admin codes and he can come out of the puter for Periods Of Time because I said so

anyways Sonny Addie shippers come get y'all's food!! 720 wordss

Nestled in the rocky seam of a cave made home, Sonny and Addie lay entangled in each other’s embrace. They had taken up residence on Addie’s scavenged (but surprisingly comfortable) couch, and the naga in question insisted on resting atop the taller man, their face buried in his neck while they kept their arms wrapped securely around his neck. As reptiles do, they relished the steady heat his body provided – and even more so, because it was his.

Sonny offered no complaints to their demands - after all, he seriously doubted they could comfortably cuddle if the roles were reversed. Addie was… quite small compared to him.

So, he laid on his back and took them into his arms, resting his chin on their shoulder; utterly content.

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He had been absently rubbing their back for a few minutes, though the act itself had his mind churning in thought. He had seen all of the scales on Addie’s limbs and face; there weren’t that many, but he marveled them all the same.

However, their back remained a mystery to him. As his hand traveled up and down their shirt, the multitude of concealed bumps underhand told him he was missing out on something rather special. It wasn’t long before his gnawing curiosity won in the end.

“Addie dearest, I’d very much like to examine the scales on your back a bit closer, if you’ll let me…?” He pinched the hem of their shirt to further indicate his interest, waiting for their response.

Addie locked up at the idea, the red bloom across their cheeks deepening in shade. ”Y-yeah, um…! Sure, i-if you want to, go ahead… but they’re not really… um… pretty.”

Sonny laughed into their hair, using his free hand to smooth down their locks soothingly. “Nonsense, love. There is no part of you I haven’t found breathtaking.”

And with that, he slowly and respectfully began to roll up Addie’s shirt, hiking it up as far as it would go.

He was met with a sea of iridescent scales, closely knit and running down the entire length and width of the reptilian’s back, the pattern only tapering back to skin near their neck and the base of their spine. The man was at a loss for words for a moment as he took it all in.

“My, Addie… you’re positively stunning,” He murmured, red tinting his own cheeks now. As he stared longer, though, he soon realized why Addie had said what they said. For each healthy scale, there was another that was jagged and dull, or even missing entirely, leaving only patches of scarred flesh in its place.

“Oh, my… But... What… what happened…? Some of these are... Who hurt you…?” his voice was pained, his fingers now gingerly ghosting across the most ragged ones. Addie was silent as they searched for a response.

“No one… well, I guess myself?” Addie laughed nervously, before realizing a bit more context was needed for an answer like that.

“…When we shed. Pulling the old scales off things like arms and legs are easy. But the back… is a two person job. Most people have family, or friends, or a partner to do it, but I, um… I never…” Sonny can feel their shoulders tense against him, and he’s hit with pang of sympathy.

“I just make do with what I’ve got - the walls, o-or trees… it gets itchy, so I go for whatever’s roughest, y’know? But the scales underneath are still pretty sensitive, so it also hurts…”

Sonny flattened his palm across the scales of their upper back, brows furrowing as he imagined the years of trauma each one was forced to endure by this world too cruel to spare a caring hand.

“Well,” he began, “you have a partner now. And I’ll make sure every shed is perfect from now on, and that you finally have a chance to heal. You won’t have to hurt yourself anymore. And never forget…”

He ran his hand down their spine slowly, memorizing the way each scale felt underhand - the rough, the smooth, the missing – and eventually settled himself in the small of their back, applying light pressure to hug them closer. With his other hand, he coaxed their face up so that their eyes met. He then leaned in close, pressing his forehead to theirs.

“You have yet to disappoint me, dear.”

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 21, 2018 san diego, california orion

I wake up at an excruciatingly early hour, incredibly achy and just feeling awful. I knew this would be part of letting my body ride out whatever leukemia has in store for me. That doesn’t mean that I feel any better about how awful I feel. 

It’s not even 5:00 yet. The alarm clock on my windowsill reads 4:48. 

I do what I seem to do best these days, grabbing my phone to scroll on Twitter more than I probably should. 

@ILoveCashton: anyone else feel like cashton is… gone? Idk how to explain it

@5SOSItalia: Replying to @ILoveCashton: no same! something is weird. 

@5SOSNo1: already missing tour! </3 but hope cal can get the time he needs to heal. we can all tell he needed a break by the end.

@5SOSFangirl: Replying to @5SOSNo1: 100%. Cal needs time to separate himself from her, for sure.

@OrixnSux: god i’m so glad they finally broke up @OrixnSux: anyone could see how awful she was @OrixnSux: i met her in the pit at a show once and she was SO entitled. thankfully cal is finally away from her. excited to have our man back!

@CalGirl2011: Let’s cheer @Calum5SOS up! Reply to this using #SmilesforCal and show him how many of us are here for him! 103 Replies

@5SOSFan14672: Oh my god Cal and Luke’s version of Yellow has me on the FLOOR!!!!!!! SOBBING!!!!!

@CashtonGirlie: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: FUCK THIS HURTS @MikeyPizza4: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: he deserves the whole damn world

@CalumStan: hate seeing how sad cal is. It hurts seeing someone so special look so hurt.

@ILoveCalumHood5: cal deserves the world. RT if you agree! @ILoveCalumHood5: ori*n deserves to rot in hell. RT if you agree!

@CorionFan: i still can’t wrap my head around the breakup @CorionFan: do we actually have confirmation or is this all just a speculation of sad shit from cal?

@5SOSUSA: Replying to @CorionFan: no we have confirmation. someone asked orion in person and she confirmed.      @CorionFan: Replying to @5SOSUSA: damn. :( 

@5SOSUSA: haven’t ever seen cal this sad. If you see this @Calum5SOS, we love you!!!

The Tweets and the photos posted from onstage and the clips of Calum being silent in interviews all send me into a spiral. I break down and fall into a weird, exhausted, in-between state of crying, sleeping, and crying again. My dreams aren’t restful. It’s always an unrelenting torture session of seeing Calum torn apart again and again by my news. I wonder when the last time I actually had a good night’s sleep was, and guess that it was probably before I broke up with Calum. Long before it.

When Emelia walks into my room around 8:00, I’ve been up for a few minutes and am already crying again. She comes to my bedside, perching on the carpet in front of me with worry written all over her face. 

“What’s up, babe?” She asks. I know that she knows the answer without me saying anything.

“Em,” I whimper. “I... I miss him so much.”

Emelia nods an reaches out to rub small circles into my side. “I know, O.”

“I can’t reach out, though.”

She sighs and looks at me with worry. “Orion, I swear, he’ll answer you.”

I want to believe she’s right, but our last few interactions have me doubting everything about my relationship with Calum. Actually, I can’t say that. I don’t doubt the strength of our relationship a few months ago, it’s just that whatever we’ve been since then is hazy and blurry and the bounds are unintelligible. I know nothing has changed for me, but I don’t know the extent of how things have changed. 

I grab the box of tissues on my nightstand to blow my nose, which is all runny and gross from crying so much. As I blow my nose, I look down at the tissues and groan as blood starts to soak them. Of course my nose would bleed now. Through teary eyes and with fresh tissues shoved up my nostrils, I look at Em, feeling helpless and tired and awful.

“I don’t know how to do this, Em. I don’t know how to get out of bed or eat or fucking breathe anymore. Everything is broken, and I’m the one who broke it.” 

The pity on Emelia’s face makes me unable to look at her. She’s on the brink of tears too. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she quietly says. She’s trying to be soothing, but it’s not working.

“It’s not, though! I’m going to die! It’s not going to get better, Em. This is it. Nosebleeds and crying in bed and not being able to eat… this is my life.” 

I look back at Emelia and she’s now crying along with me. I hate to do this to her, but I can’t do anything else right now.

“I fucked up my life. I’m fucking up your life. I fucked up Cal’s life. I fucked up Ashton’s life and Mike’s and Luke’s and my moms’ and Eri’s and—“

“You’re not fucking up our lives! Sure, you made a mistake — with good reason — with Calum, but you are not at fault for having cancer, O. It’s not your fault.” 

I look at her, tears blocking almost all of my vision. “Ash and Cal aren’t even speaking!”

“That’s not your fault!”

“Yes! It is! I ruined them. I ruined everything, Em. I…” 

I know what I want to say, but I trail off, not wanting Emelia to have to hear it. 

I deserve to die.

Michael’s texts may have hurt to read, but I now think he was far more accurate than anyone else has been. Karma has come around for me. 

Emelia gets in bed next to me and hugs me tightly. “You didn’t ruin everything. We all still love you just the same.” 

Do they? Does Calum? I hate to think it, but he’s really the only one that’s at the front of my brain. He's the only one that really matters.

“I don’t know, Em. I feel so… lost. I used to think I was a good person, but I don’t know if I am anymore.”

Emelia is still crying next to me, and it sends a pang to my chest to know I am making her cry right now, or at all. “You’re still the best person I know.” She sniffles and hugs me even closer. 

We cry together for a while and I feel like my head is pounding. The inevitable sickness is kicking my ass today. 

“Can you get me some Nyquil? I think I need to nap.”

Emelia nods and wipes under her eyes. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” 

Emelia gets up and leaves the room, coming back a few moments later with the bottle of green liquid in hand. She wordlessly opens it and pours me a dose of it, handing it to me for me to gulp it down. She hands me my water so I can wash out the taste. 

We’re both still crying.

“I’ll let you take a nap, okay? I’m just down the hall in the guest room if you need me.” 

She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she leaves. We both need to be alone. I hear her cry quietly as she walks to the guest room and shuts the door behind her. I don’t think she knows that I can still hear her, because what she does next breaks my already shattered heart even more. 

“Ash?” She asks quietly, sobs making her voice wobbly. “Hey, I just… fuck. Everything is so bad. I don’t know what to do!”

I do my best to block it out, not wanting to hear her private venting session with Ashton. I turn on white noise and put a pillow over my head, flipping over to face away from the light and closing my eyes. I do want to sleep, and my body knows that’s what I need.

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[felix-horny-posting]

So I just tried applying for an a/b/o roleplay discord server and basically got instantly denied.

I’ll admit, my application was bad at first because I wrote in first person when they wanted third, but even after getting it fixed, they were so quick to deny me. Like, they didn’t even sit on it for an hour, and I thought my application was pretty good! I know I’m not the best writer, but I put my best into the writing sample they asked for.

This was the writing sample:

It was a pretty normal morning when Oscar woke up, all things considered.

His alpha was already at work, getting all the extra hours in before Oscar’s heat. Their shared cat is laying on the bed, just outside of the nest and looking towards the bedroom door.

A great protector, keeping Oscar safe from the mice and bugs he hates so much.

Her tail and ears twitched when he sat up to stretch, and that’s when he started to feel it.

There’s a gnawing hunger, more overwhelming than it normally is. Then there’s the waves of exhaustion that roll over him, and if he wasn’t so hungry, he’d go right back to sleep. The frustration at all of this all at once makes him want to scream out, before he realizes, and he gets a bit of giddy happiness, a bit of hope.

Oscar’s first heat after accidentally skipping the last one, the pre-heat is right on time. He’s going to be okay.

So, not my best writing, but I’m rusty. I haven’t written anything for fanfic or roleplay for a few years now, the only exception being the ai chat bots because. Desperate.

A few minutes after sending the revised application in(the writing sample displayed in this post), I got denied. And it was pretty… idk, disheartening? Like, I was really excited because it’s a server that aligns with my interests and preferences, and the ratings on Disboard were pretty good too! But then I got this just a few minutes after sending my application.

Idk man. Not naming the server because I’m sure they’re great people and I don’t want any hate towards them, I just feel… really bummed. Not sure if I’m gonna try another server after that, haha.

[yaatrickyassification]

May i request for daniel,gun and samuel having an albino s/o pls?

Thank you for your request!

[ Daniel Park, Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader] - Daniel, Gun, and Samuel have an albino s/o pls?

(I'm so sorry if I get things wrong.)

Daniel Park:

Being albino is cool! Wow, you’re one of the rarest humans in the world, look at that. But being rare wasn’t exactly what you wanted to have in your life, the moment you were born and have been diagnosed with albinism, it’s like a target sign was immediately put on your back: ‘I’m rare!’ Is what you can probably see if out of the blue you can see social connotations that were always left unsaid or purposely left alone in the dark.

You were quite used to people staring and ogling at you as if you were some type of celebrity in a tv show or an exotic animal that has never been seen before and it was the first time that you will ever be showcased. You are used to it, even the questions that have been frequently asked to you never change as the years pass.

You even have answers to all of the questions written on paper and seared into your mind like a kid genius, in short, you were used to it. Until you weren’t.

A lot of people ranging from kids, adults, to old people have gone and approached you in your eighteen years of life to ask about your albinism, ‘can you see properly?’, ‘what can you see?’ or something as ridiculous as asking if body parts of albino people can sell well in the market (you were asked once by a suspicious man at that time, and you were very, very tempted to call the police right then and there.)

But you weren’t mentally and socially prepared for a pretty boy who seem to be the same age as you and also adorns the same uniform to approach your vicinity with a shy smile, in the corner of your eye you can also spot him twiddling his thumbs, you nodded your head and let out a tight-lipped smile, he’s going to ask you something about your albinism, isn’t he?

You opened your mouth reading the memorized words in your mind and it all came crumbling down as you muttered a small – “why—what?” Bewildered, you fully face the guy, confusion seen on your face, and if it wasn’t the uncertainty boggling your mind you would have stared at his pretty face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You tilted your head to the side.

Daniel’s expression contorted to several different emotions in five seconds – you can vaguely see it as confusion? Bewilderment? Or was it shyness? Daniel stared straight into your eyes for a few seconds before finally mustering up the courage to repeat his question, “I ask if you’re, okay?”

Your eyes widen to a slight degree and for the first time in your life, you have been kicked out of normalcy just by a single question from a pretty boy you just met five minutes ago, “I—I am?” Daniel paid no mind to your lack of certainty as he tilted his head to the side and let out a smile, and for a second, you thought that you could see a pink background and flowers blooming behind him, “Why— why’d you ask?” You internally slap yourself for stuttering.

Daniel sighed and turned his gaze away from yours and looked toward his fingers instead which were comfortably placed on his lap, “I heard some students talk bad about you, they called you a weirdo, a freak. Why? They haven’t even had any form of conversation with you? How can they say that? So, I reprimanded them, but they said that this was normal and you were fine with it, that’s why I wanted to ask, are you okay?” Realizing that he may have been invading your privacy, Daniel gasps and flutters his hand around.

And in your mind, the cogs have started to move and finally, it has come to a decision. You smiled and held Daniel’s smooth and slender fingers that were clear of any calluses or blisters, “I have decided.” You said with such confidence, and Daniel just sputters more as he gazes upon your intense stare.

“De—decided what?” Daniel asks nervously.

“What’s your name?” You inquire, Daniel gulps before slowly muttering his name, “d—Daniel Park.” You nodded your head in satisfaction and the hold you had on Daniel’s hands tightened as you stared into his eyes with such intensity that Daniel turned even redder (is that even possible?)

“Are you in a relationship right now?”

“…No?”

You bob your head up and down and let out a smile so bright that Daniel felt that he was sitting beside the sun, “would you like to marry me?”

“Excuse me?” Daniel Park chokes.

Park Jong Gun:

Park Jong Gun was bored, well since when wasn’t he bored? Ever since he had achieved things that weren’t normal for his age, days, months, and years passed by like a blurred image buried deep inside of his mind that stays there but will never resurface. It was all gray-scaled. Another sigh was ripped out of his mouth and Goo for the nth time (Gun never bothered to pay attention to Goo’s antics) stopped by scrolling down his phone and planted it roughly on the table and faced Gun.

His expression looks distorted, bordering between a smile and a grimace, “what is it?” Goo discarding all social cues and dos and don’ts asks Gun without any filter, the said man raises his eyebrows in confusion before opening his mouth in a eureka manner and nods to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m bored.”

Goo scoffs and roughly bangs the wooden table of the café with an irritated expression, some customers looked their way but the two handsome men who are too engrossed in their antics paid no attention to the recognition that they were getting. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been bothering my awesome manga reading time with your sighing which I thought was a serious problem but it was actually that you’re bored? What do you want me to do huh?”

Gun shrugs and takes a sip of his extra dark coffee, Goo grimaces at the sight of the dark, putrid liquid that emitted a strong scent that can punch you awake. “Disgusting, why do you even drink black coffee?” Gun deadpans at the question as he places down the small porcelain cup on the plate it came with, with a small clink.

“So that I can stay awake. And be entertaining for once, not draining.” Goo gasps, his hands laying on his chest as he rubs it dramatically, but something flickers, in the corner of his eyes. A flicker of color was seen in his eyes and immediately his gaze tracked the new source of interest, and for a second, Gun’s mind shut down and his heartbeat rose to an unhealthy degree.

And Gun was ensnared in the webs of what people called love, before Gun could identify what he was feeling, his legs moved and beeline towards your direction. His ears paid no mind to Goo’s irritated shouts or to the people pointing fingers in your direction in which they didn’t even bother to hide, (Gun makes sure to remember all of the people’s faces who even dare to point fingers at you.) And he plops down on the seat opposite to yours with a smile that you can’t identify.

“Yes?” You inquired of the man who was sitting in front of you, the man stared for a few seconds before letting out another smile, “what’s your name?”

“And why would I tell a stranger that?” Sassy, he likes it.

“I’m Park Jong Gun but you can call me Gun.” He smoothly says, Gun can feel Goo’s bewildered stare but paid no mind to it and continued to give you his full attention.

You crossed your eyes in suspicion before getting up out of your seat and quickly made your way towards the door of the establishment, Gun sighed and Goo who was watching from the sidelines made his way towards Gun and elbowed him on the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Courting,” Gun said as a matter of fact and confidently stood up from his seat and went towards your direction without a care for the world, and for the first time in his life, Goo stumbled in his place and fell face flat on the ground.

Samuel Seo:

When he first saw you as you wandered the streets of Big Deal with a heavy expression on your face, an expression entailing carrying a burden that no one can seem to solve or as if you were hiding all of the insecurities that you can find deep, deep, inside of your soul where no one can find. Samuel immediately thought We’re the same.

No, not the same as like ‘I-choke-my-father-with-my-own-darn-hands.’ But the same feeling as knowing that they both are different but entirely the same as well. So, he walks and walks and walks and finally reaches you, and with practiced ease, a smile adorns his face and he asks a question, “what’s your name?” And maybe that was the start of a new relationship between the two black sheep of the family.

Samuel’s fingers smoothly cascaded through the strands of your hair, and you let out a heavenly sigh at the sensation. Samuel surely knows how to use his fingers (figuratively and literally.) A smile made its way to your lips as you reminisced about the time the both of you met, “say, why did you even approach me that day?” You tilted your head to the side and you felt Samuel’s fingers gently guide your head to its original position.

“Because I thought we were the same.” You turn to face the man with a confused expression on your face, and Samuel smiles as a one-word flashes inside of his mind. Cute.

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you, you looked like you were barely holding yourself together. I felt a sense of camaraderie.” You punch Samuel on his shoulder and he let out a boisterous laugh. “Kidding, kidding, but you do look like—” You glared.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” Samuel laughs and puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, and with a swift attack, he toppled over you as his hands quickly found their place and wrapped it around your waist. “Sorry, sorry. I just love teasing you.” You angrily huff and wrap your arms around the bulky man.

“I told you before, right? I wanted to be Gapryong Kim’s son, no want is an insult. More like I needed it, and maybe because of that need, I didn’t feel like I belonged with my family. I saw that in you too, so I went there and talked to you.” Silence filled the room and only your breaths were heard.

“I see.” You nod to yourself and ask the man another question, “did I have that expression on my face?” Samuel tilted his head to the side at your question, “what face?” You sigh and stare directly at Samuel’s black irises.

“The ‘I-have-family-issues-face.” Samuel blinks for a second and lets out a laugh as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Efficiently, muffling his laughter. “Why are you laughing?” You exasperatedly ask as Samuel let out another laugh that seems to shake his entire figure.

“No—nothing.” He let out a breath so short that he seems to be running for miles when really, he was just laughing his ass off, Samuel wipes the tears out of his face and look at you with his gaze, the gaze that you were so familiar with, the gaze that he had when he approaches you on the same fateful day, his gaze filled with so much love, fear, uncertainty. But you love it all the same.

“I’m Samuel Seo, what’s your name?”

“I love you.” He muttered it out with such breath that you almost didn’t manage to hear his declaration of love.

“[y/n] [l/n]?”

“I love you too, my little daddy issues.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Samuel sighs. You smiled a toothy grin and affectionately kissed the corner of his lip, “I learned from the best.”

[gaybitchfx]

REQUEST 4 STOLASSSSS

so stola's bf is like another father to octavia since he has known stolas since they were kids

octavia absolutely knows thay this man is head over heels for her dad since they were little, but he's afraid to say anything bc he knows stolas is in love w blitzo.

"you're being mean, stop it. i have been second to him my whole life in everything and i will not be the one you settle for just because you two are cowards, i won't- i won't do it...not when i've spent my entire life loving you." kind of trope lol.

i kinda want this to have a good ending but my brain cannot think of smth 😭 if u know a way to give it a good ending then please do but if not then just full angs HAHA.

Note: It took me a second to understand that trope since when I read this I woke up like 9 minutes ago 👍🏽 and it’ll most likely end with angst since I haven’t written any in F O R E V E R

Character(s): Stolas

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW (angsty kind)

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

You’ve known Stolas since the two of you were practically in diapers. Well, since you were in diapers since he was 2-3 years older than you.

But growing up, you always looked up to him and saw him as a really cool person, so cool to the point you subconsciously gained feelings for him, but never knew about them till your early teen years.

To you, and only to you, Stolas was perfect in every way imaginable.

That changed after Blitzø came along. He had began to slowly stop talking to you or being around you. But when he was around you it was Blitzø this, Blitzø that.

Every conversation you two would have he would always bring up Blitzø. Of course, you never tried to show whenever he talked to him it stung, deeply. But Octavia had noticed.

Her being observant and knowing you since she was a baby came in handy. She would notice how you would slightly sulk before pretending. She also knows how in love you are for her father.

It’s very obvious, but I think Stolas is too in love with Blitzø to notice. “I know you’re in love with my dad.” Octavia said as she mashed her cereal with her spoon, making you stiffen up with wide eyes.

“Whaaa? I am not.” You said with a small huff making her giggle.

“It’s very obvious you love him, Y/n. I’ve known you for a long time to know this.” She said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? I won’t mind having another father figure in my life.” She said before putting some cereal into her mouth. You blinked owlishly before sighing.

“I..I want to..but I’m scared… Scared he’s going to reject me and hate me for liking him because he loves that stupid imp..” You said and held your head in your hands, lightly tugging at your hair.

Octavia frowned deeply. She didn’t know how deep your feelings were for her father so all she could do was rub your back and try to reassure you and to not think that.

“Um, Y/n?” Stolas said making you quickly sit up and turn your head to him. “Yes?” You said, a smile on your lips.

“Can I talk to you?” Stolas asked and Octavia took her cereal and left since she doesn’t want to hear to the conversation you two were going to have. “Um..sure? What’s up?” You questioned him, getting out of your seat and stood in front of him.

Stolas inhaler and exhaled through his nose before making direct eye contact with you. “I love you.” He suddenly said making your eyes wide.

“I know you love me as a friend-” “No..I love you not as a friend, Y/n.” Stolas said as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Your whole body was filled with goosebumps as you took two steps back.

“No… No you don’t.” “But I d-” “No you don’t!!” You shouted making his eyes go wide. “You love Blitzø..not me..” You whispered out.

“You’re being mean, Stolas. Why are you telling me this now all of a sudden, huh? I have been second to him my entire life in every single thing.. You only talked about him and never sought out my own feelings when talking about that imp!-” You said, slightly fumbling your words before taking a breather.

“I-” You held a finger up making him stop what he was going to say.

“I won’t..I won’t be and I don’t want to be the second option, Stolas. Not when I have spent so many years loving you because I looked up to you. I don’t want to live with the guilt of being seconds to someone. I won’t be the one you settle for..just because you can’t have him…” You sniffled, tears started to blur your vision. Being the second option stung. Deeply.

Stolas telling you he loves you out of the blue felt as if someone was squeezing your heart..but not in the good way. “I..I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n… I’m sorry..” Stolas said his eyes softening a tad.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Stolas.. I think it’s best if we leave things here..” You said and wiped away the tears that fell on your cheeks.

“But, Y/n-” You didn’t allow him to say what he wanted to say as you left through the front door and slammed it shut. Stolas sighed as he dragged him back against the wall slightly.

“You really messed up this time.” Octavia said, getting her father’s attention.

“It was so obvious he loved you, but you never acknowledged it..“ Octavia mumbled before going back upstairs to her room leaving Stolas to think back to when you’d make certain romantic gestures, but he never acknowledged them indeed.

[satninbaby]

I’m coming home.

warnings: smut (minors dni) male and female masterbation. phone sex.

bad grammar probably (i’m dyslexic soz)

i haven’t written anything in a hot minute, so if it’s bad i apologise.

Elvis was hard and alone. He had been in his motel room, staring at a picture of y/n, the girl he had missed a little bit too much. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts travelled to the last night they spent together before he hit the road on the Jamboree tour 17 days ago, not like he was counting. He had to get by only on phone calls late at night so her parents wouldn't hear them.

Y/n's parents weren't too fond of Elvis, they didn't like the fact that a 'greaser' was messing around with their daughter, thinking that he would ruin her and under the assumption that he would be hanging around other women on the tour. However, It couldn't have been more untrue, Elvis worshiped the ground y/n stood on. The first time they had sex, he was sweet and gentle and made sure it was her choice, not his.

Sure, there were girls that tried to get with Elvis on tour, though he simply turned his head the other way, he never thought of anyone else but his girl. So here Elvis was, alone in his room, his eyes flickering from the photo of her to the phone on his bedside table, knowing her just needed to hear her voice.

Meanwhile, Y/n was laying on her stomach on her bed, flicking through a magazine and kicking her legs up in the air, twirling a strand of hair as she let out a sigh. She wondered about Elvis and looked at the clock in her room, knowing his show would've been finished. She let out a soft yawn and debated going to bed and as she closed her magazine, knowing she had read every page, the phone on her nightstand began to ring out.

Y/n jumped up, answering the phone with a soft "Hello." Already knowing it was Elvis simply because of how late it was. "Hi honey, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Elvis rasped through the phone as he laid on his bed, his hand free hand resting on his tummy.

"No, baby, I was just reading a magazine. How was your show?" Y/n giggled as she made herself comfortable on her bed, picking at her blanket. "It was fun, the colonel says I could really make it out there. But I want to hear about your day, y-you know how much I love your voice." Y/n let out a soft scoff at the mention of the colonel but she soon let out a hum.

Elvis was too scared to mention to y/n that he was straining in his pants, he thought that if he could get himself off while she spoke and was as quiet as possible, she wouldn't notice. 

"Oh, I really didn't get to do much today." Y/n pouted, Elvis's fingers sneaking under his waistband as he teased himself. "That's okay, honey, just talk to me, I wanna hear your sweet voice." He responded, biting his lip softly.

"Well, Gracie and I went out to the diner today for lunch and there was a man who slipped and spilled his drink everywhere." Y/n laughed, rubbing her eye slightly. Elvis pulled himself out of his boxers, a bead of precum forming at the pink tip of his hard cock, spitting in his hand and wrapping his hand around himself, his lips forming a slight O.

"Then we went and did some shopping, Oh, Elvis, I bought this most beautiful dress! I thought we could go on a date when you come home and I can wear it for you." Y/n let out a gasp in excitement as she remembered the light pink dress that was hanging in her wardrobe. 

"That would be nice." Elvis breathed out, slowly stroking himself, his thumb going to his tip, just like y/n would do when she would get him off. "I can't wait for you to come home, baby, I miss you." Y/n's voice softened, Elvis's eyes rolling back softly as he jerked himself faster. "I wanna see you so bad." Elvis borderline moaned, but covered it with a soft cough.

Y/n furrowed her brows as she heard a soft slick and muffled groans coming from the phone. "Elvis?" Y/n smirked, her cheeks turning pink as he let out a hum that sounded more like a moan in response. "Are you getting yourself off right now?"

Elvis's hand stilled on himself as he remained silent before clearing his throat. "Yeah." He squeaked out. "I'm s-s-sorry, baby. I-I-I need you so much and I'm so l-lonesome and I couldn't stop thinking of you-" Elvis rambled, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

"My sweet boy, you could've just said something. You know how much I love taking care of you." Y/n giggled at him as he let out a shaky breath. "What were you thinking about?" Y/n whispered to him.

"The last night I seen you. How you did that thing with your tongue on my cock and the taste of you, baby, I can't wait to come home and taste your sweetness again." Elvis spoke, a small moan escaping his mouth, squeezing his hard cock softly. Y/n squeezed her legs together hearing how he moaned over the phone for her, she could feel her wetness gathering in her panties as he continued to groan.

"Mhm, I've missed you too. I've touched myself after we call some nights." Y/n confessed, Elvis letting out a growl at her words as her fingers snuck into her panties. "Honey, can you rub your little clit for me? Just like I do." Elvis shakily asked, his head falling back into the pillow as y/n's index finger circled her clit, making her hips buck slightly as she let out a small whimper.

Y/n collected some of her wetness and dragged it up to her clit, trying to hold back her moans from being too loud as she sped up her circling. "Elvis, can I please add my fingers?" Y/n moaned. "Not yet baby, I want you to edge yourself." Elvis responded, slowing his hand down as he started to feel the coil in his lower belly.

Y/n moaned his name as she played with her clit, wanting more, wanting Elvis. They both needed each other, they way they touched themselves could never compare to how they touched each other. They drove each other crazy in the best way possible.

Y/n felt herself get closer to the edge before pulling away from herself. "Please, Elvis. I'm so close." Y/n moaned into the phone, moving her finger back to her clit. "Add your fingers, baby." Elvis groaned, his hips raising up into his hand, his foreskin dragging back over the tip of his cock making his spine tingle.

Y/n pressed two fingers into herself, gasping at the slight fullness. "It's not as good as you, Elvis" Y/n cried out as she thrusted her fingers into her wet pussy, trying to desperately reach the spot only Elvis can reach. "I'll be home as soon as I can so I can treat my girl." Elvis spoke with a strained voice, beads of sweat running down his forehead in exertion.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come!" Elvis exclaimed, his back arching as he tried to hold back, Y/n whimpering a "Me too." As soon as he heard her, he let go. White ropes of thick come shot over his fist and onto his lower stomach, his toes curling as he let out moans and groans of cusses and her name, thrusting into his hand as the rest dribbled out over his knuckles and onto the tufts of hair on his pubic bone.

As y/n heard Elvis coming, it had tipped her over the edge, almost dropping her phone as she whimpered out, a warmth coating her fingers, her own hips bucking as Elvis listened to her sweet moans over the phone, both of them panting as they finished.

Elvis reached over to his nightstand, plucking a few tissues from the box to clean himself up, y/n also cleaning herself up with a towel that she had left in her room from her previous shower. 

"Thank you for that, honey." Elvis sighed into the phone. "I really needed you." Y/n smiled to herself as she laid down. "Me too, Elvis. I cant wait to see you again." Y/n yawned, her arm stretching out.

"I don't know if I can wait a week, sweetie. I miss you too much and I don't like to sleep here alone." Elvis also yawned, his head nuzzling into his pillow. "Promise me that next time you'll come with me?" Elvis added, blinking softly.

"I promise." Y/n mumbled, her droopy eyes shutting softly as they both fell asleep listening to each others soft snores and breaths.

[asskickedbygirl]

Request for smutty and fluffy Johnny fic where fem reader is an actress turned new cast member for Jackass Forever, but grew up having the biggest crush on Johnny. She gets caught on someone’s live saying how hard work is because of how hot she finds Johnny, and it goes viral.

Hot For Knoxville [Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but i made it a little more … dirty

A/n: thank you for request! haven’t written any silver foxville but he’s still hot so here is this. sorry there isn’t much fluff til the end i got kinda carried away… lmk if you enjoy! also sorry it took so long i deleted it at first…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, age gap, alcohol and drug use, praise kink, oral (m receiving)

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You sat in Rachel’s apartment with her Jasper and Poopies after a long day of press. Being the new cast members, you started a tradition of hanging out after shooting or press and ended up becoming close friends. You and Rachel were on the couch talking and passing round a blunt while the guys sat in the kitchen. “So what were you thinking when Johnny first dmed you?” Rachel asked, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. “Well I mean at first I was kinda hoping it was for reasons other than professional.” Rachel laughed and handed you the joint. “Oh really?” You grinned, “Well who wouldn’t want Johnny Knoxville sliding into their dms?” Rachel giggled then tilted her head. “Isn’t he a little old for you?” You shrugged. “Hey the silver hair kinda does it for me. It was actually kinda hard to concentrate at work.” Rachel urged you to go on. “Well he was just so hot. I was constantly blushing and stammering around him. I still get all flustered when he talks to me sometimes like who the hell gets to work with their prepubescent sexual awakening?!” The guys began laughing and gasping, clapping their hands over their mouth and turning to face you. Your heart stopped at their reactions. “What?” You asked but feared you already knew the answer. “We’re on live.” Poopies replied, your face immediately turning a bright red.

You dreaded the next day when you’d be doing a full cast interview for some morning show. Naturally, someone had screen-recorded the live and it had done its rounds all over twitter and instagram. You knew Johnny had to know and that drove you crazy. You showed up to press, the crew already tormenting you over the video before Johnny even arrived. “Gonna find work hard today Y/n?” Wee-man teased. “Damn, maybe I should let my hair go gray.” Mocked Steve-o. Your eyes had rolled enough for ten years in the ten minutes you were waiting for your silver fox coworker. And then he waltzed in, immediately beelining for you at the coffee table, a wide grin on his face. “Well hello Y/n.” Your eyes rolled again, not even bothering to respond as you smiled flatly. “And how was your evening yesterday?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “Very funny Knoxville.” He cackled his typical cackle. “Well hey I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make this hard for you today, I’ll look a little less sexy.” You gave him the stink eye and he laughed again. “Your heads so big right now I’m surprised you could even fit through the door.” He laughed again. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone. I know you get flustered if I talk to you for too long.” You shook your head with disapproval as he walked away, leaving you with bright red cheeks.

Work was harder than usual that day what with all of the guys tormenting you about live stream gate. What was worse was how hot you found Johnny when he was being so cocky. Maybe you didn’t regret boosting his ego after all… Tremaine invited you out with the whole cast that night to celebrate the last day of press before the premiere and you gratefully accepted, never a better day to drink away your shame. You got ready, opting for a shorter dress for a more slutty approach to distract everyone from your embarrassment and headed out.

As soon as you arrived you headed straight for the bar to catch up with everyone else seeing as you arrived sort of late. By the time your first vodka shot poured down your throat a certain southern man had joined you. “Nice of you to join us.” He charmed and you ignored him, throwing back the next shot “Woah, maybe go easy there, don’t wanna be hungover on the red carpet now do we?” You wiped the corners of your mouth. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Johnny bit his lip. “Sorry for today, it’s funny s’all. Not really used to being flattered too much nowadays.” You peered up at him. “Really?” He shrugged. “Glad to know I have one fan of the silver hair.” You smiled. “Alright Silver Foxville.” Johnny gave you a quizzical look and scoffed. “What did you call me?” You laughed heartedly, “Just something I’m trying out.” You gazed up at him, your head sort of reeling at the fact you were kind of actually flirting with Johnny.

You both returned to the group and spent the rest of the night drinking and getting progressively more touchy with your childhood crush. Although you were almost two decades younger than your costar, he still made your heart skip a thousand beats and his sudden surge in flirty behaviour was making your head swarm. “So, I was your sexual awakening huh?” Johnny asked, raising his brows suggestively. You laughed, getting more comfortable with the scandal now his arm was draped around your shoulders. “God don’t even. I remember watching Jackass when I was like 12 and it was the bit where you had a bunch of bees as your underwear and I was just obsessed with you from that point on, you were like my sex icon.” He cackled loudly again, another proper Johnny, hand on belly cackle. “Good to know, good to know. And has much changed?” You rolled your eyes. “Not answering that.” Johnny looked smug then, “Oh really?” Your demeanour changed as Johnny wet his lips, his almost lustful eyes boring into you. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked and your heart stopped. You hesitated, shocked at the underlying intention of his question but agreed anyways.

Johnny made up some lame excuse that you were both tired and would get an uber together but you knew they didn’t buy it, not that you cared. The ride to yours was intense, you sat close together and tried to make normal conversation but the butterflies in your tummy were running rampant. He just looked at you with these almost knowing eyes and would bite his lip every now and again. You eventually arrived at yours as you unlocked the door and encouraged Johnny to sit while you got yourselves beers. He leaned back on your couch and had his legs spread wide, fuck. You handed him the beer and intended in launching into some irrelevant conversation to deflect from your nerves but he had other ideas. “Rachel’s right you know, I’m too old for you.” You sighed and took a sip from your beer. “Are we still on this?” Johnny took the bottle from your hands and set it down. You knitted your brows together but your face softened when you saw your crushes blown out pupils. “You got a thing for older guys?” You swallowed. “Maybe.” He smiled. “You got a thing for me though don’t you?” You bit your lip.

Johnny stood up from his position and looked down at you, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently, a look of wonder in your eyes. “You think about me?” You nodded as his thumb brushed against your lips. “Think about me when you’re touching yourself?” His thumb slipped into your mouth then, his words and actions making your panties pool. You sucked on his thumb obediently, lightly nodding. “Good girl.” You whimpered and his eyes lit up. “You like when I call you a good girl?” You pressed your thighs together tightly and nodded again. Usually you wouldn’t be into this stuff, but when it was Johnny you’d be wet at anything he did. He removed his thumb from your lips and grabbed your chin. “Open.” He muttered and you complied, allowing him to spit into your mouth. He scoffed as you swallowed it. “Jesus. I could do anything to you right now and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?” You bit your lip again, your pleading eyes still looking up at him. He grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, “Wouldn’t you?” You verbally answered, voice wavering.

Your cheeks were a splotchy red as your eyes gazed up at him innocently, willing to submit to this act Johnny had put on. He lifted his arm down to pick up your hand that was lying on your lap, bringing it towards his ‘Knoxville’ belt. You complied with his wishes, undoing it as quickly as possible. You zipped his pants down and reached right into his boxers, taking his semi-hard cock out. You grabbed it by its shaft and looked up at PJ, waiting for instructions obediently. He smiled and nodded, “Go on.” You began pumping him slowly then before licking his tip gently. He groaned at the contact, his cock becoming fully erect. You got to work swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum and moving your hand up and down the shaft. Eventually Johnny’s hand found it’s way to the back of your head, pushing it lightly to encourage you to take him in fully. You did as he urged, struggling to get half way down but sucking him nevertheless. He groaned while did so, beginning to move your head up and down himself now, his hips slightly bucking. “God you’re good at that,” He moaned, your eyes fluttering up to meet his lustful ones. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” You shut your thighs tightly at the praise and Johnny smiled when he noticed.

“You wanna touch yourself?” You nodded, pulling your tight dress up to fold at your waist, giving PJ a teasing glance at your panties. He bit his lip and continued pushing you down to take more of him in while your hands slipped under the band, fingers moving to rub your clit. You moaned softly against Johnny’s cock, the vibrations causing him to mirror your noise. That’s when he began gathering your hair up to hold a firm grip on you, the pushing and pulling getting rougher. Your pace with your fingers quickened as you began gagging on Johnny’s cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. “Put a finger inside of yourself.” Johnny panted. You moved your ass to allow yourself better access, slipping a finger in while saliva began dripping down your chin. “There you go, good girl.” The praise caused you to moan again and add an extra finger. Johnnys pace increased so forcefully your motions inside of yourself stopped, only concentrating on breathing through your nose as the older man face fucked you. It got to a point you figured he had to come before he pulled your mouth off of him, strings of saliva still connecting you.

You wiped your chin with your hand, taking your other one out of your panties while Johnny took his pants completely off, his shirt with it. You bit your lip and pulled off the rest of your dress as well as your panties, admiring Johnny’s toned body despite his age. He grinned seductively when he saw you bare in front of him and at his mercy. He took your chin between his index and his thumb once again to tilt your head up towards him. “You’re too pretty for your own good. You know that?” You blushed like a schoolgirl even though you had just sucked the man’s dick thirty seconds prior. He took a seat next to you on the couch and pulled you to straddle his lap, seating you just above his cock. He rubbed his hand against your mound as he leaned in and kissed you roughly. It became apparent that that was the first time the two of you had even kissed and boy you were not wasting it. Lips and teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, soft whimpers let out as he continued to rub your clit. You pulled away, “I need you Johnny.” He smiled and leaned his head back, “Then get me.” He motioned towards his dick and you realised he wanted you to fuck him. You complied but were initially skeptical at his willingness to give up control for a moment, but maybe he had an ulterior motive.

You reached back and took his dick in your hand, already wet with your spit and his pre-cum and began lowering yourself. You whimpered as he breached into you, gripping his shoulder to steady yourself but noticed he made no efforts to help. In fact, Johnny had his arms up, leaning his head against his interlocked hands. “Go on.” He spoke, biting his lip and pushing his hips up lightly, teasing you. It became clear he was doing this on purpose, letting you do all the pathetic work to degrade you, and you weren’t even mad about it. You did as you were told, eventually getting down all the way before lifting again. It was hard to get a proper pace going when it was a one man job, just you fucking yourself with Johnnys cock while he watched on with delight. You whimpered and panted as you began bouncing, still steadying yourself with his shoulders. “Does that feel good?” He asked, taunting you. You looked him in the eyes and nodded, “Yeah.” He smiled back. “Hmmm. You like fucking yourself or do you want me to help?” You sighed, “Can you help?” He laughed, “Why didn’t you ask in the first place?”

Johnny grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were fully seated on his cock, causing you to moan out before he pulled you off once more, slamming you back down immediately after. His pace became relentless, your mind fogging up as you let him fuck you. “You gonna find it hard to work tomorrow? Hmmm? Gonna find it hard to walk maybe.” You couldn’t reply, fucked out of your mind. You didn’t expect Knoxville to be such a dom in bed, certainly didn’t expect him to fuck you so well either. You moaned out louder than usual when he hit that spot inside of you. “Right there.” You managed to croak out, head leaning into Johnnys neck now, “Oh right there huh?” Johnny matched his stroke from before, hitting the spot with every thrust. Not before long he had brought you to the very edge, your moans hindering as you held your breath, trying not to release the loud noises that wished to be let out. You subconsciously bit his neck softly. “Let me hear you.” He muttered, continuing his pace. You pulled away and moaned pornographically as you fell off the edge, feeling your orgasm wash over you as you came on his cock. Johnny continued to plow into you, overstimulation making you convulse and whimper. “S’okay. I’m gonna cum inside you now sweetheart. That okay?” You nodded with your eyes shut, still whimpering. Johnny’s hips started stuttering until he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down forcefully, spilling inside of you as deep as he could. He moaned loudly as he finished, a sound you wish could be replayed in your head over and over.

“Fuck.” He muttered, panting heavily. You grinded your hips gently against him before pulling off, using his shoulders to do so. He groaned as he saw the cum spilling out of you, making a mess on your thighs. “God, let me clean you up.” He lifted you off his lap and made you lay down on the couch before putting his boxers back on and wandering around your tiny apartment to find your bathroom. He returned with a towel and began wiping your core gently. You admired him as he did it so meticulously, with such care despite ruining you a few minutes before. You tangled your fingers in his hair and passed him a gentle smile. “You alright?” He asked and you nodded. “Didn’t expect you to fuck so well old man.” He laughed at your snarky remark, clambering on top of you. “Old man?” He nipped you on the neck and you giggled. “Coming from the woman creaming her pants when I call her a good girl.” You pushed his face gently, acting as if your cheeks weren’t flushing at just the mention of the words. “You think the guys will know we fucked?” You asked, pushing Johnny’s silver hair off his forehead. He smiled, “Well maybe they’ll have an idea when you start walking all funny down the red carpet.” You covered your mouth as you laughed wholeheartedly.

End.

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[honeyedheartss]

Stupid Fucking Frank and His Stupid Fucking Boots

tw// subspace, choking, unprotected sex (it’s frank, baby), dumification

afab reader, feminine pet names, etc

A/N: I haven’t written in YEARS and I haven’t written fics in even longer, so enjoy some plotless porn as I get back into the swing of things. This is kinda choppy, but uhhh have some dom Frank (if yall haven’t read @ohcaptains hard dom frank fic, pls do, it’s a similar concept to this and I think about it daily)

Stupid fucking Frank and his stupid fucking boots and his stupid fucking heavy footsteps. You chop your carrots a little louder as he stomps in, not bothering to take off his boots before coming to stand behind you. You elbow him in the stomach before he can get his arms around you. He needs to get his damn boots off your carpets and learn how to walk like a normal fucking person. You were sure the neighbors were going to start filing noise complaints over his stupid fucking heavy feet tramping around on their ceiling.

You ok, darling?

Of course you were fucking OK. You were always OK. But you’d be a lot damn better if he stopped being so frustrating. If he learned how to walk normally and not track outside dirt into your apartment.

You don’t bother to answer him, just keep chopping the carrots for the stupid fucking meal you’d offered to make for the potluck at work tomorrow.

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and you duck out of his grip. Fuck couldn’t this man keep his hands to himself for one minute? You just wanted a bit of peace.

And now his hand is on your throat and he’s pulling you against his chest, pinning your hand holding the knife to the counter before you could stab him for his fucking audacity. I asked you a question, sweetheart. You struggle against his grip, trying to tuck your chin under his palm so you can bite him. Nuff of that. He tightens his grip and your vision goes a little blurry as you struggle for air. Pissed off today, huh. Need some help with that?

Did you need help? You can’t think, can’t fucking breathe. Why would you need help? What was the question?

Hmm. That’s what I thought. He huffs a laugh in your ear. What did he think? What was he talking about? He’s droning in your ear, something about needing him and you were letting go of the knife and your vision was tunneling and finally he lets you breathe but he leaves his hand heavy on your throat and you’re gasping for air and what was this about again?

You need to turn around and look at him and you need to ask him something but you can’t remember what it was and you’re struggling against him and he’s laughing at you and you just want to turn around.

I don’t think so, Princess. He has such a pretty voice you need him to talk to you more he sounds so nice. You need to ask nicely. Ask for what? What was he talking about? You were just fine where you were with his voice in your ear, right? What do you need to ask for? Hmm? Fuck, his voice is pretty. Awww, you got no idea what I’m sayin’, huh? Little bit o’ manhandling got you all dumb for me? You nodded vigorously. What was he asking? You’d say yes to anything though, just needed him to keep talking to you.

He’s walking now, half carrying you as you trip over your feet and his boots. Why didn’t you like his boots? You loved his boots. Big and heavy and- you need to touch them, they’d feel so nice on your pussy, right? Oh, he was laughing at you again, yanking you back up by your throat from where you’d tried to drop to your knees.

Soon, baby, soon. He’s cooing in your ear but it was full of laughter, all low and heavy. You tilt your head back against his chest and look up at him, smiling back. Something was funny. Awww, look at you, all stupid and I haven’t even touched you yet, huh? Sure. You smile a little wider up at him. If he said so.

He lets go of your throat to sit down and you feel tears spring up at the loss of contact. No. Come back. You turn around to watch him sit on the couch, legs spread wide. He looks bigger this way, all sprawled muscle. C’mere, princess. He’s tugging you towards him and you lean forward to grab his shoulders and he’s laughing at you again, hand on your throat pushing you down between his legs. Awww, you cryin’ already, baby? Oh, yeah. You can’t remember why. It doesn’t matter. He’s swiping his thumb under your eyes to catch the tears and brings it up to his mouth to suck the side of it. You make a noise watching his lips close over it and he huffs a laugh out of his nose before shoving it in your mouth. You whine around it, clinging onto his wrist as you suck. That was all you needed, huh, sweetheart? Just needed something to do with your mouth, that right?

You’re nodding to all his questions, just need to keep his thumb in your mouth and keep him talking. You loved his voice. All low and gruff and gravelly, going straight to your pussy. God, you wanted him to touch you or to be allowed to touch him.

You were leaning in before you really thought about it, mouth opening around his thumb, reaching for his now prominent bulge in his jeans. His other hand came out of nowhere to lightly smack your cheek as his thumb hooked in the corner of your mouth to pull you back. I don’t think so, baby.

The hand that slapped you reaches down to palm himself and you whimper around the digit in your mouth. pleasepleaseplease.

You don’t even know what you’re beggin’ for do you, hmm? Wanna watch, baby?

Nodding as much as you can with his hand holding you back, you keep your eyes trained on the hand that is popping open the button on his jeans and dragging the zipper down agonizingly slowly. Look up at me, princess. You drag your eyes up to meet his deep brown ones, crinkling around the edges as he smirks down at you. Your eyes flick down to his hand that has slid under the waistband of his boxers, watching his forearm flex as he squeezes the base of his cock under the fabric.

He pulls your jaw back up to face him, curling his fingers under your chin, and pressing down on your tongue with the pad of his thumb. C’mon, princess, can’t do anything if you can’t follow basic instructions. Eyes on me now, pretty.

Eyes on him. Eyes on Frankie. You tracked the outline of his face, your eyes glossing over as they trace over his nose and the faint scruff he had yet to shave that day. Out of your peripheral you see him pulling his cock out and he hisses as the head catches on his waistband.

You duck your chin against his calloused palm, needing to watch him work. He chuckles and finally releases eye contact and lets you dip your head to see him thumbing over his tip. Here, babygirl. He taps his thigh and you drop your head down, close enough to see the vein in his cock throb as you whimper around the thumb still in your mouth.

His hand works his shaft, up and down, slowly, slowly, teasing you on purpose. You press your head harder into his thigh, worming your way up until your nose is almost touching him. Needy today, huh? C’mere. C’mon. His thumb pulls out of your mouth with a pop and you turn to chase it with a whine before his hands tuck under your arms, dragging you up his body until you’re straddling his lap.

You can feel him hot and hard under you and you rock forward, desperate for any friction. Need me that bad, huh? You think you can take me, baby? You’re nodding, babbling, anything to have him give you what you want, anything to keep him mumbling in your ear. OK, pretty girl, ok, shhhh.

His hand is pulling your dress over your ass and sliding your panties to the side. He slips his thumb down over your clit and you almost scream as you bury your face in his neck. Fuck he smells good. And then he was lining his cock up, pushing into you and it burns, Frankie, it burns.

Want me to stop, princess?

Stop? No, no, he can’t stop. You can’t let him stop. You look up at him, panicked and he chuckles at your expression. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Your hands wind up the back of his neck, scuffing the short hair and digging your nails in. So good for me, baby. He was fucking up into you, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises for the next few days and his other one rubbing his thumb over your clit.

Awwww, close for me already, hmm? Go on, come for me, princess, you’ve been so good for me, hmmm? You clench around him, sinking your teeth into his neck as you shake on top of him. His hips stutter under you as he finishes hot inside you, his head dropping to your shoulder.

Still with me, baby? You mumble something close to a yes into his neck and he smoothies a hand over your hair. That’s all you needed, huh? Needed me to take over for you for a bit? He chuckles into your shoulder and sits back, keeping you tight to his chest. I got you, baby, I got you.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Memory

Damon Salvatore x Reader

Words: 3451

Part One of Two

Summary: An old enemy comes to town and Stefan warns Damon about his relationship with you. Desperate to protect you, Damon compels you to forget him. 

Notes: I haven’t written anything for Damon so I’m really excited for this. I hope you guys enjoy! I’ve missed writing for Vampire Diaries/Originals. As always, please let me know what you think! 

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, abandonment issues, plenty of angst, mention of suicide (under compulsion)

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You were surprised to wake up alone. When you’d drifted off last night, you were wrapped tightly in the arms of the man you were hopelessly and undeniably in love with It felt strange now. Empty. Your bare feet pitter pattered against the hardwood floor, taking the bedsheets with you, wrapping them around your naked frame. 

“Damon?” You called out into the house. While it wasn’t your first time spending the night at the Salvatore Boarding House, you were still amazed by the size of it. It didn’t help that you were just wandering around naked, worried that Damon’s brother might come out and see you any second. There was still no answer and you were starting to worry.  Your nightmare was merging with reality and suddenly you couldn’t tell the difference anymore.  He’s gone. “Damon!” He’s not coming back. You aren’t interesting enough any more. 

Your breathing started to pick up and your vision blurred. It had been a long time since your last attack, but the crushing feeling of being alone was overwhelming.

“D-Damon,” Your voice was barely above a whisper now. It felt like your throat was closing up and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You heard a light rustling sound and felt a hand on your cheek. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Damon said softly. His piercing blue eyes looked into your panicked ones. “I’m right here, baby. It’s okay.” 

“I-I thought that you…” You stammered, trying to calm yourself down. You felt so ridiculous. He couldn’t have been gone for five minutes and you were freaking out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t- I thought-”

“Shh,” He pulled you into his arms. “Everything is fine. I was just down in the kitchen making you some breakfast.” 

“O-Oh.” You sniffed, laying your cheek against his chest. You quickly wiped the tears off of your face, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You felt like a scared little kid, lost in the store when your mother is really just in the next aisle. 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” Damon pulled back slightly, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Why don’t you go put on some clothes and I’ll finish making you pancakes?” He smiled as you nodded and went back to his room to grab something to put on. 

Damon turned to go back to the kitchen, meeting his brother’s judgemental gaze with a sigh. 

“Don’t start.” He vamp-ran down the stairs but Stefan beat him there. 

“It’s not going to end well, Damon.” He said sternly. “You know that. I know that. The longer you are with Y/N, the more likely that she is going to get hurt.” 

“You know, you give me the same lecture every time she’s over here and funnily enough, the more you say it the more it just becomes blah blah blah blah.” Damon snarked in reply. His annoyingly moral little brother had been trying to split the two of you up for months now. He poured a glass of orange juice and set it on the table where a place was set for you. 

“I know you care about her, Damon, and I know that you don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“Nothing is going to happen, Stefan!” Damon exclaimed. “Y/N has me. I’m never going to let anything touch her and if anything tries I’ll rip it’s freaking head off!”

“And what if you don’t, huh?” The younger Salvatore countered, slamming his hand down on the table. “What if you don’t save her?”

“That’s not going to be a problem.” 

“You don’t know that!” Stefan yelled. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He gave his older brother a hard stare. “Damon, Iris Draven is in Mystic Falls.” 

Damon froze, blue eyes blazing. 

“What?” 

“I’m not totally sure, but Caroline’s mom has been busy with an ‘animal attack’ at a campsite. Four people were killed and all of them had a certain kind of flower in their pocket.” 

“An iris.” Damon gripped the counter top, half tempted to tear it apart piece by piece. “How the hell did she know we were here?” 

“Not we, Damon. You.” Stefan crossed his arms. “You knew she was going to hunt you down eventually.”

“Yeah, well I was kind of hoping someone would have staked the bitch by now.” He looked mournfully down at his coffee. He was going to need something a whole lot stronger now. 

“If she finds out about Y/N….” Stefan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, Y/N is my friend, okay? I don’t want to see her get ripped apart by your past fling.” 

“First of all, Iris and I were not a fling, and secondly, I don’t know what you want me to do, Stefan.” He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the weight crushing his chest. “Everyone she has ever loved abandoned her. Hell, I left her alone for five minutes and she thought I wasn’t coming back, that’s how screwed up her life has made her think. I can’t just leave her.” 

“You better think of something, or else Iris will come after you and when she does, Y/N is going to get caught in the middle.” He didn’t give Damon the chance to respond and sped off to probably do something broody and heroic. Damon nearly threw his class against the wall, but as he lifted his arm, you walked in, having changed into your blazer and dress pants.

“Hey,” He grinned, quickly putting the glass back on the counter. You looked at the meal placed on the table for you and smiled, crossing the kitchen to give him a kiss. 

“Thanks for breakfast. I’m sorry about earlier. I just… I don’t know what got into me.” 

“What did I say about apologizing?” He scolded teasingly. While he was his usual snarky self on the outside, his mind was at war over what Stefan had said. If Iris really was in Mystic Falls, then everyone had to be on guard. She was crazy, even by his standards. 

“Damon?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts. “You have no idea what I just said, do you?” You laughed and he shook his head. “I’m speaking for Alaric’s class today, so I’ll be at the high school all day if you need anything.” 

“Spending the day with high schoolers? Let me know if you need saving.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before he sat down across from you. 

You finished up breakfast quickly since you were already running late. With one last kiss for the morning, you grabbed your keys and went out, leaving Damon to devise a plan to find the psychotic vampire before she hurts anyone else. 

Getting to your car, you felt your heart jump. Tucked under your windshield wipers was a beautiful purple flower. Damon must have put it there before he made breakfast. You held it up to your nose, smiling into the soft petals. It was an iris. 

-

Walking down the halls of your old high school, you faced a terrible conclusion; you were getting old. Okay, so you’d only been out of school a few years, but kids you used to babysit were waltzing past you to get to class, laughing at something on their phones. You tried to keep the nervous pit in your stomach from taking over completely. You were doing this as a favor for Alaric, even though public speaking had never really been your thing. You’d be telling a bunch of students- who probably weren’t listening anyway- about the history of the town- which they had probably already heard a thousand times. 

How hard could it be? 

Making your way down the hallway, you must have been focusing too much on the room numbers because you ran straight into someone carrying a pile of papers. 

“Oh god, I am so sorry. I guess I’m still as much of a klutz as I was the last time I was in this building.” You laughed at yourself, quickly trying to gather up the papers before they got stepped on by stampeding football players. 

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The woman you’d rammed into gave you a bright smile and held out her hand. “I’m Irene. I’m subbing for one of the English teachers.”

“Good luck.” You gave her a sympathetic grimace and the two of you laughed. “I’m here to talk to Mr. Saltzman’s class about town history. I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

“Town history?” She wondered. “I’ve always heard such spooky stories about Mystic Falls.” Iris raised a brow and smirked. “Any truth to them?” 

“I like to think so.” You shrugged, the image of your vampire boyfriend coming to mind. 

“Y/N!” An excited voice called from further down the hall. Caroline quickly made her way towards you, several underclassmen scurrying to get out of her way. The perky blonde used to hate you, considering that you were dating the man who used to use her as a personal blood bag. Now that she had adjusted to being a vampire, Damon still was one of her least favorite people, but she somehow still was able to be your friend. 

“Caroline, hey.” You were nearly crushed in a hug, but the bell rang to signal class. 

“Don’t let me forget,” She started, ignoring the bell entirely. “We’re having a girls night at Elena’s house this weekend and you are invited. No homework, no drama, and no Damon.” She poked your shoulder a little too hard at the last words. 

“Okay, okay. It’s not like we’re conjoined you know. I’m here without him, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, well your boyfriend has a tendency to make himself unwelcome, so I want to make sure he won’t ruin our weekend.” 

“Alright, Caroline, I’ll make sure he gets the message.” You shook your head with a laugh. “You should get to class, or we’ll all be late.” You turned to find that Iris had already left. She probably took off to get to her room on time. 

“Okay, just remember; no Damon.” 

“Go to class.” You chuckled as you scrambled to get to Alaric’s classroom. You snuck in just as everyone was sitting down, waving to Ric in greeting. 

As he introduced you and started taking attendance, you looked at the sea of faces staring back at you. Every desk was filled but one. Somehow, you knew something was wrong, even before the dark mass fell past the window. 

Several of the girls screamed and most of the students crammed around the window to see what had happened. Alaric gave you a glance of panic and mouthed the word ‘body.’ He quickly ushered all of the kids away from the gruesome scene and you hurried outside to see what had happened. The principal and other faculty members were trying to get students away, but they still crowded around the mangled, bloody mess that was once another student. 

“What’s going on? What happened?” You asked a nearby teacher as sheriff cars started to swarm the parking lot. 

“It looks like he jumped.” She cried, shaking her head. Something inside you knew. This wasn’t an accident. This wasn’t suicide. Something was clutched in the dead boy’s hand and you pushed past the crowd to get a better look. While the petals were soaked in blood, you still recognized the flower. An iris. 

-

“Hold on, slow down.” Damon noted the panic in your voice and was out the door before you had to say anything. 

“Something’s wrong, Damon. A student just threw himself off of the roof and-and he was holding the same flower I found on my car this morning a-and I’m really freaking out here. What’s going on?” 

“Wait, there was a flower on your car this morning?” He froze, gripping the steering wheel tightly. 

“Y-yeah it was a, um, it was an iris.” You fretfully ran your fingers through your hair. “And now this kid is holding the same flower and-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you found an iris?” He hissed, masking his panic with anger. 

“I thought… I thought it was from you. I didn’t know- I didn’t… Damon who was it from?” 

“Don’t do anything until I get there. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t go anywhere, just find Ric and stay with him.” He slammed his foot on the gas and took off down the road towards the school. 

He was there before you even reached Alaric’s classroom. Everyone was too distracted with the apparent suicide to bother with him being there. Classes were obviously canceled for the rest of the week, so Alaric’s room was thankfully empty. 

“Someone tell me what the hell just happened.” Damon huffed, narrowing his eyes as his brother and Elena walked into the room. 

“One second, Alaric was taking attendance and the next…” You stared out the window. 

“The boy's name is Brad Hastings.” Alaric sighed. “He was in this class.” 

“Why would he just jump off the roof? Was he pushed? How did he even get up there?” Elena asked. 

“He was compelled. And I know by who.” Stefan eyed Damon angrily.

“You had something to do with this?” Elena accused. Your eyes widened, staring at your boyfriend in disbelief. 

“I’m not the one who did it, if that’s what you mean.” Damon snapped back. You put a hand on his shoulder and you felt him immediately tense. So he was hiding something. 

“Damon, what’s going on?” Your voice was slow and cautious. If he was hiding something from you, it couldn’t be good. He couldn’t look at you, instead keeping his gaze on his brother. Stefan had had enough. 

“Her name is Iris.” 

“Stefan.” Damon growled, but he kept going. 

“Damon knew her a long time ago. She’s psychotic and thinks he broke her heart, so now she wants revenge.” 

“How long have you two known about this?” 

“Just this morning. Stefan noticed her signature in the police reports.” 

“The iris.” You gasped, the realization making you stumble back. “She left one for me, on my car.” You looked at Damon with terrified eyes. “Did she kill Brad because of me?” He put an arm around you and kissed your temple. 

“No. Y/N, none of this is your fault, okay? Iris is a psychotic bitch who wants to use you to get to me.” 

“But she won’t stop until she gets what she wants.” Stefan gave his brother a warning look. 

Damon looked away. How many more blasts from the past would it take before you got hurt? How much longer could he risk your life for his own selfishness? If he left, it could break you. If he didn’t, it could kill you. With Stefan’s hard glare on him, his eyes fell onto your face and he knew what he had to do.

-

He found you in the kitchen, a row of stakes piled in front of you as you sharpened another. Damon leaned on the door frame, feeling the dreadful heaviness in his chest. The determination on your face was admirable, but naïve. You didn’t stand a chance against Iris. 

You looked up at him, breaking your concentration. The knife in your hand sliced across the wood and into your hand. 

“Damnit.” You exclaimed, watching the blood drip onto the floor. Damon sped to your side. 

“Alright Buffy, why don’t you take a break?” He grabbed a rag to clean off the blood and used the knife to cut his wrist just enough to draw blood. You drank and immediately, your wound healed itself. 

“I just want to be ready for when Iris shows up again.” You blew a hair out of your face unsuccessfully. “I don’t want anyone else to die.”

“Neither do I.” He brushed the hair behind your ear and lifted you to stand in front of him. There was something different about his expression. It wasn’t just worry. It was reluctance. 

“Damon, what is it?” 

“The fact that Iris knows about you, or at least knows I’m with someone, changes everything. It’s made me see something that I didn’t want to.” 

“If this is about protecting me, we’ve had this fight before and-”

“Of course it’s about protecting you!” His voice rang throughout the kitchen. It startled you, which just made his face contort more with pain. “Everything I do is to protect you, but it doesn’t matter. There will always be another bloodthirsty sociopath that hates my guts and you’ll always be in the crossfire. I can’t let that happen. Not anymore.” 

“I’m not going to just hide in here until you chase all of the evil away. We can do this together.” 

“I don’t want you to hide.” He put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I want you to run. Run as far away from me as you can get.” It was only then that you understood what he was doing. And you left your vervain bracelet on the table when you were carving the stakes. 

“No, Damon, please. Don’t do this.” You tried to reach for the bracelet, but there was no point. His grip was too strong and you weren’t fast enough to beat a vampire. 

“Stop.” 

Just like that, you couldn’t move. 

“Please, Damon, stop it. W-we can work this out together. You don’t have to do this.” Panicked tears started to fall down your cheeks. “If you do this, I will never forgive you.” He gave you a sad smile and brushed a tear away. 

“You won’t remember.” 

“What? No no no, Damon-”

“We met at the Mystic Grill the night I found out that Katherine wasn’t in the tomb. You bought me a drink your date bailed. Forget ever meeting me. You bought a drink for a stranger who looked upset, but you never spoke.”

“Please.” Your begging cries made his jaw clench as he fought back tears. 

“We never danced at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. You danced with Alaric and a great time. We never kissed. You-” He gulped, trying to keep his voice steady. “You never told me you love me.” 

You stopped struggling now, the fight draining out of you with each compulsion. Finally, a tear slipped down Damon’s face. 

“The name Damon Salvator means nothing to you. He was never your boyfriend, never your friend… he’s nothing.” He thought the next part would be easier, but every word out of his mouth sent more daggers into his heart. “You remember Mystic Falls as the place you grew up. You remember your friends there and you know that they are happy without you here. Get out, find someplace safe that you can make a life for yourself, and never come back.” 

You stared blankly at him for a moment before slowly walking away. 

“Wait.” He ordered and you stopped. Damon grabbed the vervain laced bracelet from the table and put it in your hand. “Never take this off.” 

“I’ll never take it off.” You nodded without a hint of emotion on your face. The only evidence that you’d ever cried were the tear stains on your cheeks. Slipping the bracelet onto your wrist, you left the Salvatore boarding house without another word. Damon was alone in the deafeningly silent kitchen and with a furious scream, he tore the table apart.

-

Your car zoomed past the sign and you read the big white letters with a smile. Mystic Falls was your hometown, but it was time to move on. You checked your rearview mirror, noting that the old blue camaro behind you made a u-turn. It was a beautiful color and you must have looked at it too long because when your eyes found the road again, you had to slam on the break. 

A bright purple convertible was stopped in the middle of the road, the woman standing over the hood looking vaguely familiar. You pulled over immediately and hopped out. 

“Irene?” You called out and the woman gave you a small smile. “Car trouble, huh?” 

“Yeah, I was on my way home and my engine just started smoking and making this weird sound.” She led you over to the hood so you could have a look. 

“I wish there was more I could help with, but I’ve never been very good with cars. Have you called the tow company?” 

“I figured we could just call Damon. He always seemed good with cars.” Her sweet smile turned sinister. Your brows knit together in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t-”

Before you could finish, her face morphed into something terrifying and she dug her fangs into your neck. 

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