#I really liked the pacing around the begining but idk anymore

[blabla3419]

Anybody else feel like the more recent jjk chapters keep feeling like they are skipping key moments like… is this on purpose

[elllisaaa]

how about emo hot skater boy Jake with a massive dick energy and idk maybe like a kinda cocky reader who doesn't believe skater boy Jake is huge and he has to show the reader (who might be acting like a brat) what they're missing could be interesting

EMO SKATER!JAKE who's honestly kind of a loser when you really think about it. he's got his friend group and even if he's quite famous for his unconventional style, none of these people are really friends with him. he spends all his days either listening to music and trying to learn guitar, or skating and perfecting his tricks.

what is maddening is how hot he is despite all of that. you cannot help but stare at him every time you find yourself practicing at the skatepark at the same time as him. however, you don't want to let him know that you're kind of attracted to him. so instead, you always tease him about his style - even if it suits him perfectly - or the fact that he's probably still a virgin with a cocky smirk on your face.

jake usually puts up with your bratty attitude because he knows that what you say is not true, and because he's pretty sure you don't think a word of it. he might look like a loser but he's not an idiot - he can feel the way you're often staring at him. however the jokes about him being inexperienced are getting quite old.

"i'm probably the first girl you talked to in real life though, so i'm not surprised you're still a virgin." jake sighs as you grinned at him with a glint of mischief in your eyes, but he has had enough of your temperament. "actually, that's not what they all said when they saw how big i was baby." the pet name he always gives you and that made your skin hitch at the beginning is slowly growing on you, now making a shiver run down your spine. but you try to stay focused, even if the way jake is looking at you and licking his lips makes it hard to concentrate on forming coherent sentences. "pff ! you ? a big cock ? that's pretty hilarious at least, i have to give you that."

jake rolls his eyes at you, and you try not to move as he gets closer, but you still fall from your board. but the boy in front of you is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and save you from an unwanted meet up with the ground. jake takes this as an opportunity to let his lips brush against your cheek, his long, soft brown hair tickling your face he whispers in your ear : "maybe i should show you how huge i am if you still don't believe me. maybe you'll finally shut up once i got your tight pussy stretched open on my dick."

the air around you seems to thicken, and you cannot breathe properly anymore as jake starts to suck and lick your neck. heat rises to your face, both from his dirty proposal and his kisses that make arousal pool into your underwear. "so what now baby ? cat got your tongue ?" his condescending tone as he bites down on the flesh just under your jaw finally shakes you out of your slumber - even if you had to hold back a whimper the moment his teeth grazed your skin. "i bet you couldn't even make me cum, you're such a loser jake." - "bet darling."

that's how you found yourself in the backseat of his car, ass up in the air and face down buried into one of his sweater, his scent maybe driving even more insane than his actually very big cock thrusting into you at a rapid pace. "not so cocky now, uh ? all you needed was an inch of my dick to shut up." and you want to answer, you want to deny, but at this point, you're only able to moan and bite the inside of your cheeks to not let any more sounds slip past your lips. "fuck… you're such a whore y/n."

you feel jake leaning forward, one of his hands still gripping your hips tightly and the other clenching at the door of the car for some more leverage. his firm abs are pressed against the small of your back, and his hot stammered breath is crashing right against your ear - you feel overstimulated in the best way possible. "admit it now baby." - "n-no !" - "come on, you can feel how deep i am right ? you can feel how much i'm stretching out your tight little cunt, don't lie." but you still shake your head, choking on your words as you try to disagree again, instead cut by a loud moan when jake hits your sweet spot. you clench even tighter around him, and he cannot hold back the low, throaty groan slipping past his lips.

"you're so tight baby, must feel good to be this full." yes, it really does, but you don't want to admit it - as if the tears rolling down your cheeks and the way your lips are bleeding from biting them too much are not enough proof. "n-no, don't like it…" - "you're such a bad liar, y/n, it's pathetic." and then he resumes his rhythmic thrusts, hitting your sweet spot precisely each and every time, and it becomes way harder to hold back your noises. your fists close around the material of his hoodie, burying your face into his intoxicating scent in an attempt to drown out your whines. "j-jake… s-stop, i'm…" you have to mentally stop yourself from saying the words, but you can almost feel the way jake smirks against the skin of your neck that he's been biting and licking at. "what was that baby ? are you close ?" you shake your head no again, and jake's smirk is growing as he stops moving completely, cock sitting deep inside of you. "then i'll stop if you don't want to cum."

your reaction is immediate : you whine loudly when you feel him start to pull out, even more tears gathering in your eyes. "no, no, no, no ! jake, wait !" - "what is it now ?" your voice is quiet when you answer, but jake still hears it clearly : "wanna cum… please." the beg falling past your lips entices him into thrusting back into you full force and this time you don't even make an attempt at keeping your voice down, screaming out his name so loud that everyone in the parking lot must have heard you. "admit it, baby. say that i'm big and then i'll let you cum." you don't want to, but the way he's rutting his hips into you and driving you closer and closer to your orgasm is getting to your head, your mind fogged up by lust. "s-so big jake, so fucking big, feels so good… please, please…" - "now that's a good girl. cum."

the simple command is enough for you to let go, his name slipping past your lips again as you grip his cock even tighter, making it almost impossible for jake to move. but the way you become putty in his hands feels even better. what he loves the most though is the way you're too weak to push him away when he thrusts inside of you again, seeing your body visibly tremble as he starts to fuck you again. "i'm gonna give you my cum, make you even more full of me. maybe that'll keep your mouth shut a little longer baby." you hardly comprehend the meaning of his words, but you don't really care when jake is moaning about how good you're squeezing him, you don't really care when he quickly brings you to the brink of another orgasm. you don't really care because you know that you'll be teasing him again the next morning, hoping that he'll fuck you in the backseat of his car all over again.

[mattsunnn]

warnings! dacryphilia, vag-penetration, crying, big and thick dick wrio, curses, soft wrio, kinda mean wrio idk, sub/dom, tummy bulge

thoughts!: wriothesley brain rot. that's it.

wriothesley! who finds pleasure in seeing you trying your hardest to sink down on his cock without a whimper or a cry. you would try to cover your mouth with the back of your hand as you slowly let his cock invade your insides, his hands on your hips but with no pressure to let you know you can go at your own pace

but he doesn't have that much patience to begin with.

especially with how your insides hug the tip of his cock so snuggly, keeping it warm in your cavern as you roll your hips to make the stretch comfortable. his cock twitches ever so slightly with the urge to sink you down to the hilt to feel you wholly.

"wrio... 's too big." you whimpered, eyes tightly closing shut to stop the tears from spilling out as you pulled your hips down an inch, successfully engulfing a bit of his length into you. wriothesley couldn't help but groan at the tears on your cheeks, your eyes glowing and sparkling from them as you look into his in a desperate manner.

he runs his fingers in circles on your hips to comfort you, eyes darting down to see where you two are connected. "you can do it, love. make me proud, baby."

you inhaled at the stretch from his length, letting out the air as you sink down again slowly, inch by inch. you feel like he's already at your stomach with how full you feel. "isn't this the hilt?" you whined, clenching your hands on his abs.

wriothesley couldn't help but let out a raspy laugh that makes your heart do leaps. he let his hands roam your hips, up to your waist and onto your breast, giving them a light squeeze. "you're so cute, love."

"but it's all i can take!-" you were cut off when you leg slipped, causing you to yelp and lose balance, fully sinking down on the cock penetrating you. tears immediately flow down from your eyes as you can really feel him on your stomach now. "so big."

"ah shit, you feel so good." his patience's running thin, couldn't help but roll his hips to feel stimulation. you moaned at that, hands finding purchase on his chest as you let him do what he wants now. wriothesley tugged you down with a hand on your nape to share a loving kiss with you, lips and tongue dancing with each other with passion and desire as his hips continued to move.

"you're so fucking pretty crying on my cock." he whispered between your lips, one of his hands pressing down on your lower stomach and groaning when he felt himself on the bulge. "can you feel me here, baby?" you sheepishly nodded, panting as you put a hand ontop of his, "big." he chuckled at your short response, it's like the only thing on your mind right now, just his big thick cock, your eyes glazing over with lust. he groaned at the effect he has on you and brought you down again to kiss you, biting your lower lip which made you whine from the slight sting before you kissed him back with the same vigor and desperation.

with the knowledge of him going so deep he can feel it, he couldn't help but start to move his hips up and down, a hand still pressed on your skin as he felt his length disappearing and appearing with the tandem of his hips. your moans and whimpers is what drives him on, wanted you to cream and cry on his cock.

his pace gradually increased as he couldn't control himself anymore. the feeling of your walls so warm around him is just so addicting he starts to drill his cock into you in a cruel pace. the squelching sound from how your sopping cunt tried to keep up with his speed and how his skin collided with yours brings redness to your cheeks. you can't help but moan and whimper evertime you feel his cock go to the hilt, thighs twitching as you feel the familiar churning within you indicating your nearing.

"co-coming, wrio..." you said breathlessly as you slumped down on his chest, letting him do as he please with your body.

"that's right, pretty girl. let me do the work for you."

that's it. big dick wrio on my mind 24/7. pouring coffee at work? wrio. bagging orders in delivery? wrio.

nah i'm joking. (😩) you guys don't know how many times i searched if i'm spelling his name right😭

[supermarketbae]

You Can Take It

a/n:Anddd she’s back from the dead. idk what possessed me, but here we are. It has come to my attention that not a lot of Billy fics have him putting you in a full nelson… and that to me is a tragedy. Enjoy my little bat wings

Warnings: p in v smut, choking, degradation, mean!Billy, manhandling, overstimulation, bulge/size kink, squirting.

summary: When Billy comes back from the gym asking to burn just a few more calories, who are you to say no…

Billy comes home from the gym droning on about how some “bozo” had broken a machine that was vital to his workouts. As he fluffs some of his hair, he oh so innocently asks you if you could help him ‘finish up’ and burn the rest of some calories at home. Shrugging, you agree simply thinking you were going to use a few free weights that you had lying around. 

Oh how wrong you were.

Unknowingly, you had just signed up for the workout of your life, just not in the way you thought… It wasn’t as if you were complaining, however, one very long hour and five very flustering orgasms later?  Maybe you were, just a bit.

Currently bent into doggy style, When Billy’s strong hands grip at your waist tightly, you can’t help but to wiggle your hips away from

the onslaught of pleasure, as your boyfriend, yet again, quickens the pace of his brutal thrusts. Crawling weakly, you reach the rickety headboard, which was banging against the wall in time to the way Billy was roughly rocking into your soaked cunt. Billy tsks as your shaky form distances from him.

“Where are you going baby?” He says feigning pity, you let out a soft whine at his tone. “I- ‘s too much— y’too big.” you pant incoherently. Oh and Billy knows. He knows how cruel he’s being to you, not giving you a moments break before giving you orgasm after orgasm. But a part of him lives to see when your brow furrows, and your arch deepens, and you let out unrestrained, filthy, noises that go straight to his dick as he plows into you, not caring about your eventual slurred pleas for mercy. 

Billy truly didn’t give a fuck. 

So when he just pulls you back towards him, all you do is let out a bitten whimper, knowing that your not getting out of this unless Billy completely breaks you. And deep down you wanted him to.  “Billy I can’t— I can’t cum anymore.” You achingly moan as Billy rubs the leaky mushroom tip of his cock against your hole teasingly. “Stop runnin’ from my dick sweetheart.” Is all Billy tuts before you mewl at the feeling of his girth splitting you apart once more. 

“So much better than motherfuckin’ cardio.” Billy mutters as he traces a finger down your spine. “Billy pleaseee- hahh!” you can barely form words from how much your trembling and Billy just smirks at how fucked out you are. “Already told you darlin’—“ he cuts himself off to loom over you, whispering hotly in your ear. “ I’m not fucking done with you yet.” And when his long skilled fingers snake down to play with your sensitive clit, you truly really truly can’t stop yourself from scrambling away and collapsing in on yourself shakily. 

It just felt too fucking good. And you were way too fucking sensitive.

You open your mouth to purr out a small apology, but you never get to it. Suddenly your being hoisted into the air as Billy’s muscular arms come up to hold the underside of your plush thighs as he puts you into a vulgar full nelson. “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” Billy hisses rhetorically, as he begins to rut into you again. Your eyes squeeze shut, he felt so much deeper like this. Billy chuckled as he watches your mouth gape open into an ‘o’ but swiftly groans as he feels your pussy clamp down on him harder.

“Guess I gotta put you in a position where you can’t run.” Billy snarks placing a biting kiss to your exposed neck. Your lower lip wobbles oh so cutely as you weakly paw at Billy’s flexed biceps, trying to hold onto your sanity. “Oh my God— I- feels so good!” Is all you can squeak out. “Thought you said you couldn’t take it doll?” Billy says but he quickly lets out a drawn out moan of his own as the sounds of your debauched heat reach his ears. 

“More!” you stammer out needy and Billy rolls his eyes at your indecisiveness. “Can’t even make up your mind sweetheart.” He murmurs to you. You let out a sharp gasp as his grip on you loosen as one of his hands comes up to grip your throat. 

You keen at the pressure but a small thought persists even in your hazy state. “You’re gonna- mmfh-drop me!” you hiccup worriedly, nails digging into Billy’s arm, no doubt leaving crescent moon shaped marks that he’ll stare longingly at later. Billy merely shakes his head, curls tickling your nape as he continues to lick and nibble on your blushed skin. “ ‘would never.” He breathes huskily. “Gotta be nice to my pocket pussy if I want her to last huh?” 

Something inside of you lurches and tightens as he degrades you, and all you can think about is how close you are to cumming. “gonna cum Billy.” you warn, breath hitching, and he licks his canines at your simple sentence, slowing the speed of his canting hips, but making the thrusts hit deeper and harder. Your mouth falls open for the nth time of the night and his hand that is around your throat slides down to your belly. “Need you to know how fucking deep I am in you before you do that.” Billy hums gutturally, completely and utterly depraved for your cute messy cunt. 

He presses two fingers high in your tummy to where the tip of his cock is nestled in you. He was being so mean. “Please-ah- Please I’m so close!” you pout, eyes welling up as the throb in your core got more intense— nearly unbearable. “Go ahead, make a mess on this dick.” Billy coos as your eyes roll back instinctively and you cry out, hips bucking, as you squirt on Billy’s thick length. “Billy- BillyBillyBillyBilly!” You chant his name, a broken mantra that matched the no where near eloquent state your brain was in. 

You’re hyper aware of how your swiftly tossed back on the bed as Billy cages around you. “Keep fucking talking, I’m cumming in you for every time you say my name.”

[rotthepoet]

I saw you say you have writers block so feel absolutely zero pressure to do anything with this, it was just a thought I felt like you could appreciate w/ me! I saw a Ron work forever ago (cannot remember the author unfortunately) where he was your bestie and you went on a date and came back unsatisfied from your date/hookup so he took it upon himself to take care of you but can you just for a moment imagine that situation with bestie Theo 🥹

He’s already angry because you’re his girl, and pretty much everyone in the school knows that so he cannot believe the audacity of some boy asking you on a date to begin and then for you to come back teary eyed and frustrated?! He felt like he could kill the guy for it. But obviously he’s not going to leave you like that- he’d never. So he fingers you with his pretty, thick, ringed fingers until you’re so relaxed against the bed that you’re not even sure you could stand. BUT You want more. He’s so hot and god the things he whispered in your ear while he had his fingers inside you were to die for. So you ever so sweetly blink up at him, batting your eyes so cutely, and ask him to pretty please fuck you. And of course, he happily obliges.

Other boys don’t ask you on dates anymore.

Maybe you call him daddy idk I can’t really make up my mind if that would be something he’d rock with or not

oMG I DO APPRECIATE THISSS I LOVE IT

nasty ass Slytherin boys i love toxic and manipulative men 🙏

Because Theo is literally pissed all week, Mattheo keeps making a joke that hes on the rag, because theo is unfocused, smoking constantly, adhd off the wall, shits going down

If the slytherin dorms didnt have stone walls there would 100% be a hole in them.

Regardless, He’s fucking pissed. Especially the day that uou go on the date. Hes staying up all night, pacing in the common room because his ruminating was too loud for his dorm mates, and in you walk, heels in your hand, lips downturned and obviously pissed off.

And omg theo is about to kill a man. Because why the fuck do you look so fucking upset??? Holy shit.

“Bella, whats wrong? What did he do?”

“It’s not what he did, its what he didnt do. Couldn’t do, i guess.”

“Oh?”

“…”

“Oh.”

And i mean. Theo cant just leave his girl hanging, all needy and clearly unsatisfied. He approaches you, slowly, afraid you might run away. He holds your face in one hand, leaning into your ear and promising he’ll make it all better. That he’ll step up as your best friend, this is what friends are for, right?

And god when his lips are kissing down your neck, biting and sucking over the marks your failed date had left, making them his own, you cant even argue.

So its really no surprise when he has you in your bed, your dorm miraculously empty for this time of night, and uour back is to his chest, and his fingers are spreading apart your folds, and he’s mumbling so sweetly in your ear. And fuck its so hood. Its SO good. You’re finishing in now time, pussy spasming around his long fingers, the once cold metal rings now warm and stained with your arousal.

But its not enough. Nothing will ever be enough when it comes to theo. And youre so fucking whiney and pathetic and how coukd theo say no when you practically beg him to fuck you, to fill uou to the brim with his hard, heavy cock.

I mean, he would never have said no anyways.

And so there you are, face down in bed, your tears being kissed away as Theo brings you to release over and over again, your core all puffy and sensitive from overstimulation.

He isn’t stopping until half your neck is purple with his love bites, and hes sucked a makeshift “T” into your shoulder, marking you as his.

[pinespinespinespinespines]

UM what if... Fidds met Stan during the college years when he comes to apologize to Ford. Like-

Like hear me out-

At some point while Ford is at Backupsmore and Stan had been running around the country for a couple years, (lets say 4ish yrs after Stan is kicked out?) Stan attempts to apologize to him by visiting his dorms. Ford ignores him/ calls security on him until Stan is just loitering out by the entrance with his car.

Seeing all this, Ford's kindhearted roommate Fiddleford tries to coax his friend into giving his brother a chance, to which Ford stubbornly refuses. Exasperated and pitying Stan, after a few days of this, Fiddleford approaches his roommate's twin himself.

Stan is of course not a pretty picture since he's been living out of his car, and when he sees Fiddleford he assumes it's to shoo him away. When Fiddleford instead introduces himself and apologizes for Ford, a confused Stan begins to ask questions that he would be asking his brother: how he's been, what he's studying, is he any better with girls?

After a while of this, Fiddleford begins to feel guilty about having a conversation that really should be with Ford himself, not him. He tells Stan this, and promises to find a way to convince Ford to speak to him again at least once. Stan agrees to stay in town until that happens.

Ford isnt happy when Fiddle tells him he talked to Stan. Hes a petty sore loser so hes still adamant about not seeing his brother, and grows more upset as Fiddleford sees Stan every couple days to chat/update. Without cellphones, Stan just comes by whenever and hangs out until Fiddle spots him.

Fiddleford thinks Stanley wanting to reunite with Ford endearing. He also finds Stan's, let's be honest, meat-headed suave, to be a refreshing change of pace from his roommate's constant obsession over formulas and theories.

Besides having a friend of Ford's on his side, Stan is just thrilled to have someone who listens to him and doesn't mind his company. Fiddleford even trims Stan's hair for him one time, and other little things that he sees as simple decent favors for a nice guy down on his luck, but Stan sees as the most generous things a guy's ever done for him. He's starting to feel indebted to Fiddleford, and he's not sure what to do about it other than give up on Ford and drive off so that he isn't bothering them anymore.

When Fiddleford buys some extra groceries a few days later and gives them to Stan, the poor guy has a near-panic about being a burden later that night. On a whim, because he's freaking out and that's how Stan operates, he flees the town.

A month passes before Stan feels stupid and returns to the college. He still wants to see Ford- he'll just turn down all of Fidd's kind gestures this time. Stan pulls up outside the dorms and parks, falling asleep in the driver's seat until a banging at his window startles him awake.

Fiddleford, pounding on his car window, looking mad. Uh oh. Stanley gets out of the car, expecting a well-deserved punch to the face for accepting those groceries and bailing without warning. Instead, Fidds shakes his shoulders while rambling with exasperation.

"I was THIS close to gettin' him to talk to ya, ya know that? What were you thinkin', runnin' off without a daggum word to me, makin' me think somethin' bad happ'nd- what was I s'posta tell yer brother, huh?" Etc etc while Stanley just stares blankly and let's himself get shaken for 3 minutes straight while Fiddle scolds him.

The whole time, Stan is wondering why the hell this guy is worrying over him. He's distracted when fidds tells him that Ford too was worried. Is this progress with his twin? Or did he ruin it all with his fleeing stunt?

-

UHHH God I typed so much. Much more than i thought. Idk maybe I'll have more brainrot to continue this later??

[kittykittyaoi]

andrew is horny, ashley isn't here, andrew and y/n are in quarantine(like in the game), y/n is andrew's little sister and same age as ashley, use of the word whore

✧ type: fic

✧ a/n: This is my first ever smut. Idk what to think of it. Tell me what you guys think <3

Andrew lays on his bed, looking up the ceiling to try to distract himself. He's so pent up. Unable to distract himself, he looks down and sees that his bulge is showing through his pants. He can feel himself getting desperate. He needs you. He really needs you. He needs his little sister.

He opens the door to leave his room and goes straight for the kitchen where you are. You were looking for food so you could cook for the both of you. Ever since quarantine started, food has gotten scarce so you had to work with what you had.

Andrew walks toward you, your back turned to him. He hugs you from behind and lays his head on your shoulder. You turned your head a bit to look at him and smile. You stare at him and think about just how cute he is. You give him a kiss on the forehead and pat his head. He hugs you a bit tighter, feeling his desperation getting to him. Andrew lifts his head and puts his lips on yours. You return the favor and kiss him deeper.

With that, he begins to grind on you. You moan in the kiss as you feel his bulge on your ass. Andrew pulls apart from the kiss and moves down to your neck. He kisses your neck and sucks it to leave a bruise. You moan in response, moving your hips to match his movements. He puts his hands under your shirt and moves them up to your breasts. As he starts massaging them, you can feel yourself get more aroused. You want to feel him. You want him... closer.

You felt yourself get wet merely from Andrews hands on your breasts. With the way he grinded on you, you couldn't handle it anymore. You needed him.

"Mmm... Andrew~"

"Hmm?"

"P-Please..."

"Please what?" he says teasingly.

"I... I need you... inside me."

"What was that? Speak up. Whore." he says in your ear, as he presses himself closer against you and grinds harder, causing you to grip the kitchen counter.

"Aah! Andrew! Ngh! I-I want you! I-ah! I need you inside me! Please Andrew! Mmh!"

He grins, his pace not stopping, as he puts his mouth next to your ear.

"Good girl~"

He pulls away from you and grips your arm to bring you to his room. You whine at the loss of contact, seeing where he's taking you. He opens the door and lets you come in. As he closes the door, you start undressing yourself. Andrew does the same. As you both are done stripping yourself of your clothing, Andrew pushes you on the bed, causing you to yelp a bit. As he towers over you, he presses his cock to your entrance, making your hips jolt a bit from the contact.

"You ready for your brother, lil sis?"

You nod, breathing a bit to prepare yourself. Andrew and you have fucked before, it's just that this time it's different. He usually was gentle with you but with how desperate he is, you could tell he was going to be rougher.

He enters inside of you and without warning, he starts moving his hips in a fast and rough pace. You put your legs around his waist tightly, moaning loudly.

"Aah! Mmh! Ah! Ngh!"

You cover your mouth, embarrassed of how loud you were being. Although, Andrew couldn't have that. He wanted to hear you. He wanted to hear you scream.

He removed your hand from your mouth and looked at you with a teasing but reassuring look.

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel~"

"O///O!"

It's gonna be a long night

✧ a/n: Omg I love Andrew ❤️ For anyone reading this, I hope you enjoy!

[delimeats-000]

NECK OBSESSED CHRIS W READER OMG PLEASE🙏🙏🙏😭

YEEEESSS. mhmmmm. enjoy freaks🫶🏼🙊.

My Canvas

summary: versus tour is over, chris is OBSESSING over you and cant keep away from your neck.🙊

warning: smutty smutty smut smut, idk

pairing: chris sturniolo x girlfriend!reader

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i set up a welcome home surprise for the guys. being in the house alone was starting to get to me but i had classes to take care of, so i sadly couldn’t join them.

i start pin up the second side of the banner and i hear the front door open.

“Y/NNN?!?!”

“BABYYYY!!?!”

“IN HERE!”

they come upstairs to the living room where i have all the decorations to celebrate their return.

“Awww!!” nick says, covering his mouth in shock.

i see chris for the first time in what feels like forever, he drops his bag and opens his arms. i run straight to him almost knocking him over as he lifts me up burying his face in my neck.

“I missed you, baby.” he whispers.

his breath warm on my neck sends a shiver down my spine. i feel him breathe in deep through his nose.

“I missed you too, handsome.”

“You smell good.” he says before i let go trying to get down.

“Noo, dont go yet.”

“Chris I just wanna say hi to Nick and Matt.” i turn to look at them, earning a groan from chris.

the two boys are already cutting into the welcome back cake, i hug them both before going to chris’ room to help him unpack.

“Hey baby.”

i walk up to him after i close the door. i hug him from behind.

“Hey beautiful.” he turns around in my arms. “I missed you so much.”

his head lay against my shoulder while he kisses my neck.

his kisses get more rough as he moves up and down trying to find my sweet spot. i let out a moan as he glides his hands to my waist and hold me tightly. his grip tightens the more he sucks on my soft skin.

“Chris. Fuck- Chris dont leave marks.”

“But baby, its so empty here.” i feel a smile grow on his lips as he continues to kiss and bite at my neck. “You taste so sweet princess, cant help myself.”

“Fuck Chris.” i grab him by his hair and pull him off, he groans clearly upset.

i smash my lips on his and push him down onto the bed behind him. i get on top straddling his waist and kiss him once again.

he tugs at my shirt wanting it off and as soon as it’s over my head he flips me over, he begins kissing down my neck once again. he definitely leaves marks as he goes down my tits to my stomach then back to my lips.

i can feel the bulge in his pants and i wrap my legs around his hips and begin to grind on him from underneath. he lets out moans into my mouth. he gets off of me and starts to pull off his clothes.

“Take off your pants now.”

“So impatient.” i smirk.

his eyes darken as if im only prey to him, “Pants, now.”

i take them off not having the patience to tease anymore.

he gets on top of me again and i watch as he lines up his dick and slowly runs it down my pussy before smacking the tip on my clit.

i let out a moan and he looks at me, his smile is gentle but so dark and it scares me a bit.

he pushes his cock into me with no warning and i cant help but let out a quick scream.

“Good girl, scream for me.”

“Fuck Chris, you feel so good.”

his hand reaches to my throat.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” his grip gets tighter and his thrusts grow harder. “Ive missed you so much, you’re tight pussy, and your pretty little neck.”

he keeps fucking into me, harder snd faster than before.

“My pretty little canvas. So blank, gotta add some color.” his lips return to my neck and he immediately latches on sucking and biting all over.

“Chris don’t stop, please-” my voice shakes.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispers into my neck.

he keeps thrusting in the same pace hitting all the right spots, i feel his long dick all the way inside me. he’s so deep inside me i wouldn’t be surprised if he really did rearrange my insides.

“FUCK- CHRIS!” my legs shake and he grabs the back of my thighs fucking into me even deeper.

i can feel his dick twitch inside me and he keeps pounding, my cum drips down my pussy to my ass and i let out a final moan before he cums deep inside me. he pulls out and falls onto me resting his head on my chest, he looks up at me.

“Damn. That canvas is colored alright.”

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hope you like it, love you🫶🏼

[slytherinshua]

FAVOURITE TEDDY BEAR

genre. lil angsty. fluff. headcanon. warnings. fighting >:( kissing. pairing. woonhak x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. requested by anon: what if y/n and woonhak have an argument and y/n says "you are not my favourite teddy bear anymore" and cuddles her plushie teddy bear instead of him 😭 how do you think he would react a/n. gif by @/mattwooks <3 idk how good this is i haven't written for baby woon in a while skdjs but tysm for requesting!!

you never meant it to escalate into a proper fight

really, you had never fought with your boyfriend before— not even once

Woonhak was tired and you were on your period, cramping badly and grumpy

all these factors made it so that it didn’t take much to push your buttons when he came home and unfortunately, he did it in the first few minutes

you just wanted to cuddle him as soon as he came through the door

you definitely didn’t want to start fighting over something as stupid as his work schedule

yet you found yourself rambling angrily about how he was always busy and that he didn’t care about anything but his work

he was busy, and you understood that

being an idol was demanding, and you couldn’t possibly expect to get much of his time

especially with preparations for the year end shows, boynextdoor had been busier than ever

but you had really, really missed him

and when he didn’t immediately give you his attention when he came back home, it was like the last straw

you had woken up with a sore neck, gotten your period, had to deal with bad cramps all day, had a stressful school presentation, bombed a test, got yelled at by your teacher, cried on the way home, failed at making the food you wanted, ended up microwaving a tasteless frozen meal instead, and waited for your boyfriend to show up for 2 hours

of course, Woonhak didn’t know any of it

he had been at dance practice all day and his body and mind was tired at this point

when you suddenly brought up how he was never there for you, he was shocked

the fight only escalated, with you bringing up petty insignificant things that Woonhak did that annoyed you but you always brushed off because you loved him

Woonhak responded how anyone would while upset and tired, and decided to be petty back

it was unnecessarily stressful for both of you, and you hated every second of it

your boyfriend could take most of your hurtful words

he knew you didn’t mean half of the things you said, and he clenched his jaw to keep from spitting words back that he also didn’t mean

but there was something you said that made his eyes widen

“you’re not my favourite teddy bear anymore”

you shouted it in the heat of the moment, tears streaming down your face, and ran upstairs to your room

Woonhak stood in the middle of the kitchen, stunned for minutes

this was something he was scared you actually meant

Woonhak had always been your teddy bear— your favourite cute little soft warm teddy bear

from when he started dating you, he had quickly replaced your childhood teddy as your favourite thing to cuddle with

you even called him my teddy bear— and whenever you did, he melted completely, broken down into a puddle of a lovesick mess

he didn’t like you saying that he wasn’t your favourite anymore 

he hated it

his chest tightened up and he could feel the tears that he had worked so hard to hold back begin to build up

he had never really fought with you like this before

there were always little fights, given your and his immaturity

you were still only 17 after all, you couldn’t expect both of you to be the most mature when handling arguments

but it was usually something that he never had to worry about before because arguments never happened

he paced around in the kitchen for a few seconds, sniffling back his tears, running a stressed hand through his hair

he didn’t know what to do

he didn’t know what you wanted either

would you be mad if he tried to reconcile with you? did you want him to come to you or to give you space? why were you so mad at him in the first place?

he frowned, thinking back on the argument like a lost child— he hated feeling unwanted, and right now he felt like you neither needed him nor wanted anything to do with him

it took a while for him to work up the courage to go upstairs to where you were

he found you on your bed, hugging a stuffed teddy tightly to your chest while listening to some music

there were balled up tissues scattered near the trashcan from when you had thrown them and missed the bin, and Woonhak frowned at the sight

you didn’t notice him standing at the doorway until he awkwardly cleared his throat and you looked up

you already had some time to cool off from the heat of the argument, and when you saw your poor boyfriend standing in the doorway, pouting sadly and looking so so small, you broke

your lip trembled and you silently opened up your arms for him, feeling absolutely horrible about everything— you shouldn’t have taken your frustration about the day out on him

he hugged you so so tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, some tears slipping down to soak into your t-shirt

he just wouldn’t let you go which made you frown even more

how could you have shouted at this precious boy?

you stroked his hair and back and whispered apologies into his ear

“I didn’t mean what I said” 

“I just had a rough day, I’m sorry”

“I love you so much, I’m sorry baby”

this seemed to only make him cry harder and hug you even closer, squeezing you so tightly but it was exactly what you needed

“am I still your favourite teddy bear? please say yes? please?”

he asked you, truly scared that you had really meant that part

“of course you’re my favourite teddy bear. you’re always my favourite. nothing could replace you, baby bear.”

you kissed his face and wiped his tears and kissed him some more

seeing him sad and seeing him cry and knowing that it was because of you was infinitely worse than the bad day you had had

Woonhak always came first for you— he was impossible to replace

and you made sure he knew that, repeating the ‘I love you’s’ and praises to him without stopping

he returned your kisses and apologies with his own, and eventually got comfortable laying on top of you; his head nestled underneath your chin, arms wrapped around your waist

as much as he was your personal teddy bear, you were also his

he looked so small and cute all curled up on top of you, his warm breath hitting your chest as he relaxed and closed his eyes

and you napped with him like that, both exhausted

but not before swearing that you would never fight unnecessarily like that again

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[glitterpensupremacy]

In a lot of rewrites I’ve looked at tend to water down the romance aspect of Miraculous by either not making Adrien and Marinette like each other, removing secret identities, or otherwise not really focusing on the love angle. And that can be a good thing, (especially if you actually fill the space with more focus on the different interpersonal relationships of the show). At the same time, I… kinda feel like it’s missing the appeal of ML in the first place? It’s an action romance show (a act-rom? Rom-act? Idk) which is actually pretty rare in the general media (usually it’s either mostly romance with a bit of action or vice versa with a shoehorned love interest), not to mention that the love square focuses on one of the core ideas of the show (relationships and they affect both your perception and trust).

So yeah, not only are we keeping the love square, but we’ve actually planned out how it progresses through the show (which I think is the main challenge with the concept: creating proper pacing). Therefore, I (finally) give you…

MTS Love Square:

To start, Adrien and Marinette will behave very differently with their crushes than in the original.

- Chat Noir is a lot more hesitant about being open with his feelings initially (due to various events before and in the first season) and prefers to hide behind ironic declarations. When he eventually does confess and is rejected, he is a bit disappointed but takes it well (if anything he’s more worried about LB not wanting to be his friend anymore). It’s actually because of CN that the secret identities are a factor in MTS (the identities are never a concrete rule, but he doesn’t trust himself enough to learn who LB actually is, and LB wants to wait until he is ready before she learns who CN is).

- Marinette gets more time to know Adrien before falling in love with him (and becomes aware of how over-the-top antics from admirers make Adrien uncomfortable due to his celebrity status), therefore, she tries to be a lot more subtle with any approaches she makes. Marinette still might stammer (as she does in most stressful situations) around Adrien when getting used to her crush on him, but doesn’t really make complex plans or usually swap words around. When she confesses to Adrien and is rejected, she also handles things fairly well despite her disappointment.

As for the general timeline for the square, we have:

- S1 (first half): Adrinette meets each other and becomes casual friends. Marinette initially just thinks Adrien is okayish (not super interested in supermodels), which actually makes Adrien more determined to be her friend (as she’s one of the few people who treats him like a normal person). Ladynoir meet and DO NOT GET ALONG, both due to representing opposite concepts, and then reminding each other of certain people in their lives who they have issues with (and Tikki and Plagg egging on their rivalry). They prefer to handle things on their own.

- S1 (second half): Adrienette become even closer as they have a few silly interactions (chiefly in Befana, Stormy Weather, and Guitar Villain). Ladynoir learn to work together and start seeing the other person for who they truly are (Timetagger, Puppeteer). They develop a strong bond due to their mutually stressful situation (Copycat also happens, which increases their concern for each other and CN’s fear of hurting LB). In Glaciator, the ACTUAL love square begins (Marinette falls in love with Adrien, Chat Noir falls in love with Ladybug). We get a handful of Marichat interactions (briefly in Timetagger, Befana, Puppeteer, and especially Weredad). Ladrien makes a minor appearance in Style Queen.

- S2 (first half): Both CN and Marinette work up the courage to confess their feelings to their counterparts. CN doesn’t want to become obsessive and harm LB with his feelings, while Marinette worries about potentially losing one of the few friends she has. Various romance related occurrences happen in their class that affect how they think about their crushes (Stoneheart, Evillustrator, Dark Cupid). When they finally do admit their feelings, a mutual friendzoning occurs (whether they have no romantic interest in their other selves or simply do not know how to process having a second crush is up to interpretation) and they try to figure out how to interact with each other post rejection. (Oh yeah, and we get a bit of Marichat in Evillustrator.)

- S2 (second half): Kind of a continuation of the last plot thread for S2’s first half. Adrien and Marinette navigate their friendship after Marinette is rejected, and Ladybug and Chat Noir try to ensure that their bond remains unshakable as ever. However, extreme circumstances (especially on the hero side) keeps them from fully processing their feelings.

- S3: Pretty light on love square content. Lots of interactions between sides (Even some Marichat with Gamer and some Ladrien with Gorizilla), but they’re trying to move on from each other. Adrien and Kagami (who was introduced in S2) fall in love, as do Marinette and Luka (also introduced in S2). We get the occasional hint that there is still some lingering feelings between the protagonists, but not much aside from that.

- S4: Lukanette and Adrigami play out over the course of S4 (and eventually break up near the end of the season). While there are other reasons why the couples don’t end up working together, the fact that Marinette never 100% moved on from Adrien, and vice versa with the hero identities, may be a factor in why they weren’t able to make things work with the alt ships.

- S5 (first half): Marinette and Adrien process and recover from their break ups. Eventually they discover their feelings for each other (Marinette learns that Adrien is in love with Ladybug and CN learns that LB is in love with Adrien). This leads to Ladrien dating (controversial, I know) but issues continuously crop up in their relationship.

- S5 (second half): The various issues with Ladrien are explored (mutual guilt over feeling like they’re lying to the other one by dating them after being friendzoned in another identity, trying to hide why they know so much about each other despite barely interacting as Ladrien, Ladybug worries about endangering the civilian Adrien, Adrien worries about not being able to help Ladybug as CN because she’s trying to protect him as Adrien). They manage to (indirectly) share some other problems as Marichat, but then they begin to realize that they’ve also developed crushes on each other as Marichat, which causes EVEN more problems! Things seem to be getting better when CN is finally ready to learn who LB is (after confronting a nightmare of a LB who thinks he’s a monster in Sandboy), and reveals himself as Adrien, inviting LB to do the same. Unfortunately, this shakes LB pretty badly (as she had a Sandboy nightmare of Ephemeral, a potential Adrien Akuma), and she isn’t ready for her half of the reveal yet.

- S5 (finale): When LB is able to put the pieces together on who HM is, she attempts to fight him on her own (due to knowing CN is Adrien and not wanting him to deal with that), unfortunately, this does not go well for her when (big spoiler I probably shouldn’t reveal yet), causing (even bigger spoiler I DEFINITELY shouldn’t reveal yet). When they two reunite (and Adrien finds out who LB is), they need some time to deal with everything, but finally get together completely at the end of the show.

Conclusion

For anyone disappointed about not getting post reveal dating, I don’t blame you (we have vagueeee plans for a sequel show where there is post reveal dating, but the plans are a lot hazier so I can’t say as much about it).

So yeah, that’s the brief rundown of the MTS love square. If you want more information about a specific side, feel free to send me an ask!

After this I’ll probably write my character notes on Felix MTS, but we’ll see.

[c0rvusx2]

Wolf-ji 🤡

Toji x fem!reader

18+: Toji being a perv, swearing, described nudity I think. Somewhat creepy ig, he likes watching you do stuff. No smut, but it’s kinda spicy. Use of 2nd POV (you, your) rather than 3rd (she,her).

Notes: Keep in mind that he has the mind of a human, so don’t take it wrong 🤝 This man is my brain rot 🤤 lmk if I need to raise the age warning

Genre: Fluff/Crack, spicy idk

Toji had no fucking clue where he was. He expected hell to be… a lot less looking like a city alleyway. He tried to lift himself, rather than feeling like his legs they were bent at an uncomfortable looking angle. Pain flared in his left arm, he bent his head to see a bullet wound, a nasty one that kept on bleeding.

“The fuck?” He stretched as best he could, looking around for some sort of item that would give him his reflection. Luckily, there was a abandoned mirror, cracked and without purpose. Toji began to limp over to the reflector, his legs stiff rather than it’s normal nimble movements.

“Oh fuckin’ hell-“

Okay, so maybe going grocery shopping late at night might be a bad idea—especially since there’ll be all sorts of creeps walking around. Not to mention it’s freezing out there, but it’s too late. You’ve already stepped out of the store and onto the empty sidewalk, and if this was the Wild West there’d be tumble weeds rolling from view. You shiver, beginning your journey back to the safe confines of your home.

The store you frequented was your favorite, and the farthest… so to save time you’d take shortcuts through alleyways. Today would be the first time you were doing it late at night.

You stare into the darkness of the passageway in front of you, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “Quick… nice and quick…” you hype yourself up before storming ahead, using a quick pace to get you to the other side. The deeper you went, the darker it became and soon the only thing illuminating the alley was the clouded moonlight from above.

From ahead of you, you suddenly see a pair of eyes, gazing right back at you with a stern emerald green color.

You screamed as the eyes began to rapidly get closer, accompanied by the sounds of claws hitting against the ground. You dodged, reversing yourself and pressing your back to the alleyway’s wall. A harsh tug came from your grocery bag, which almost ripped your arm right off your torso. Muffled growling came from the creature that was trying to steal your food. Luckily, you recognized the creature that was attacking you, it was some dumb dog.

This made you enraged and frustrated, this shit costed you a good chunk of the money saved from the leftovers after you payed bills—and the bills around here ain’t cheap.

“Bitch!-“

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Toji is one lucky bastard. Perhaps this was god giving him a 2nd chance at life- their weird way of dishing out redemption.

Somehow, he was able to worm his way into the chick-he-was-about-to-rob’s heart. Life’s good for the man-turned-wolf, he’s got free food, a roof to live under, and no rent to pay. A bargain in his mind. The only downside being he won’t be able to fuck around anymore, and he sure as hell is NOT gonna fuck a dog.

You felt bad for the dog, the moment you saw it’s form when you scrambled out the alleyway. It wasn’t scrawny, but it wasn’t very lean either. It had a scar present on the right side of it’s mouth, sharp green eyes and dirty matte black fur. It sustained a limp arm, a recent wound most likely the reason why it didn’t go all out on you.

You couldn’t really just walk away from a hurt animal, the guilt would eat you up the moment you turned your back. You were also studying to be a vet, moments like this were what you meant for. So you left some food, ran home to fetch a med kit, and returned with your car.

Here you were now, caring for one big ass dog who kept stealing your food—even though you bought him his own food.

You named him Toji, mainly because that scar on the dogs mouth was hella familiar to the Toji you fawned over in Jujutsu Kaisen. He looked at you weirdly when you said that, but snorted a moment later and stalked off to your TV set.

The strange thing about him was that he apparently knew how to operate cable TV, which amazed you yet weirded you out at the same time.

You noticed Toji naps a lot, and wakes up whenever you turn on Netflix. He’ll eagerly sit next to you, sometimes snacking (read stealing) popcorn whenever you make some.

For some reason he likes tuning in whenever you play any anime episodes, especially Jujutsu Kaisen. Whenever Fushiguro comes onto screen Toji’s fluffy tail begins to wag a bit, which you giggle at. He’ll catch you looking and snap at you, which causes you to furthermore laugh at. In the end he’ll end up tackling you onto the couch.

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Toji often feels bored in your household. Nothing really for him to do since he’s apparently a dog now. Nothing to do other than follow you into the bathroom whenever you’re going to shower, keeping a keen eye on every curve of your body. Nothing to do other than watch the fat of your ass lower into his view when you have to bend over to clean up a mess you of him might’ve made.

Nothing to do other than create smutty fantasies of you in his head from when he was human, imagining what your cute little moans would sound like with you under him. Nothing to do other than watch your tits bounce whenever you two go out for a jog in the early morning. Nothing to do other than take a nap between your legs, resting his head on your stomach or between your breast whenever he can. Nothing to do but wish your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock instead of that popsicle you were sucking on a hot summer day.

Toji was a lucky bastard. And lucky bastards get what they want.

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“Toji? Toooojiiii, breakfast! Where’d the hell you go?” You called out, turning the house upside down as you looked for him.

“Toji?” The only place you haven’t looked was the guest bathroom, and currently the door was closed shut. You could hear shuffling from inside, which made you wonder how the dog could’ve closed the door. Without warning, you swiftly pulled open the door.

“What’s going on in her-“ You stopped mid sentence, mouth agape at the figure who stood in front of your bathroom’s vanity. You both stared each other down, your eyes blown wide open while his were glued to yours without emotion. It was a stare down for what seemed like ages, until the familiar man broke the silence.

“What?”

You screamed, and you wished it was without the s because it was embarrassing. He flinched at your volume and seemed to disappear for millisecond, only to return right in front of you, hand on your mouth.

“Jesus Christ- I know you’re a loud mouthed brat but now’s not the time to scream yer’ lungs out,” He huffed, “You can do that later,” The man smirked, you could feel your face flush a bit. After a sec, he hesitantly let go of your mouth. Your mouth was left agape again as Hulu blinked wildly in disbelief at the hulking man in front of you.

“I- wait a fucking second… where’s my dog!?” The man just deadpanned at you, you took this time to eye him up and down. His skin tight shirt had a massive part of it missing on it’s left side, dark splotches of blood surrounding it. The familiar man, however, seemed completely fine.

“C’mon, is it not obvious!?”

“No!? It’s not possible for some anime character to come to life!?” At this you dashed out the room, running into the kitchen to nab your phone to call 911. Before you could even pick it up from the counter, the phone was snatched at lightning speed.

“Hey-!” You whipped around, immediately meeting a stone hard chest.

You were trapped.

“What do I gotta do to prove ‘m real, huh?”

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Omfg this is so ooc 💀 writing in character is hard.

If anyone’s confused Toji died and reincarnated into a dead dog’s body that looks exactly like him. During the night get went back to the jjk dimension, shibuya happens, and he returns back human.

Not proofread 🤡

[danieyells]

LYCA IS SO CUTE. PLEASE STOP SNIFFING GIRLS WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT THO. THEY USUALLY DON'T LIKE THAT.

Also we are learning that the Institute sucks. Or learning more about how they suck. I FIND IT COMICAL THAT LYCA WAS LOCKED UP ON SUSPICION OF MURDER. . .BUT TAIGA AND ALAN AREN'T LOCKED UP???? Tbf Alan was in juvie. Maybe Taiga was locked up for some of his first year.

But I'm beginning to think more that the spy is for the Institute. I don't trust Cornelius anymore, although for now I hesitantly still trust the teachers.

OBSCUARY NEXT MONTH!!!!!!! WE GOT TO SEE SOME OF ED!!!!! Also I love Moby lmaoooo he's a total goober and i wanna know who he stans that he's buying all of this merch for and attending paid streams of. . . .

Also we learned about Zenji!!! I was wrong, he does know he's dead. I guess he just doesn't realize what exactly that entails?

The chapter felt a little. . .idk gentle? Slow paced? It definitely wasn't as action packed as previous chapters, which fits Hotarubi well. I wonder if there'll be more activity in the Obscuary chapter.

But!!!! We learned that Haku is likely not suspicious, Subaru keeps a lot of secrets but is ultimately not suspicious, and Zenji is only worthy of Ritsu's suspicioj because he wants the Laurel Crown. (Can he even be awarded the laurel crown since darkwick isn't allowed to know he's still around? Which is honestly bullshit since he's a totally peaceful ghost???)

This was very much a chapter meant to show up that Darkwick and the Institute can't really be trusted and they aren't really good per say. But Taiga said the spy was among the ghouls,so someone is still suspicious among them. I still maintain that it's probably going to end up being Kaito, likely unwillingly.

AAAH THAT WAS P GOOD!!! But uh i have to be awake in like 6 hours lol MAY HAVE STAYED UP READING THAT FOR LIKE YHREE HOURS. . . . . . .

[amaretigris]

The Possibility of You

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A/n: idk if I like this chapter 🫠 we'll see if I edit it.

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Ch. 10 | 2.3k words | Angst

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You stared and stared at the message request. Biting your thumbnail, you locked your phone, and threw it down on your bed. It couldn't be, could it? By 'the whole deal', did she mean Max's bet with Jonah? You didn't know what other deal she'd be referring to.

The right thing to do would be to show it to Jonah and ask him. But what if he flipped out, or he lied? He wouldn't do that. You didn't think he would do that, but how well do you really know him? Realistically, it's only been a few weeks. The voice of reason spoke over the voice of emotion in your brain at the moment.

Shoving your face into your pillow, you let out a good scream. Why does everything good in your life have to end in disaster? For once, you'd like a happy ending. Eventually your sobs tired you out. You let your breathing slow and your nerves calm, and you drifted back to sleep.

Jonah did eventually swim his laps after you left, but it was at a much more casual pace today. He was happy with you, and things felt like they'd clicked into place for him. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve you, but you'd fallen into his lap at the perfect moment: when he wasn't even looking. And to think that you hated him in the beginning. Okay, maybe not hated, but strongly disliked. Jonah smiled at the memories of your first encounters.

He almost regretted not finding you sooner, but he knew that was trivial. Things never would have played out the same if he'd met you earlier. Perhaps you would have grown to hate him until you graduated. Jonah shook his head at the thought as he pushed himself up the ledge of the pool. Your breathy moans from last night and this morning flooded his mind again, reminding him that you did not, in fact, hate him. Jonah wondered where he'd be without you- probably still stuck in the motions with nothing but monotony day in and day out. He thanked whatever power he could think of for not allowing him to live like that anymore.

Jonah checked his phone when he dried off. Hmm. Still no text from you saying you made it home. That was weird, but maybe you just forgot. Jonah tried not to let it get to him, but it sat at the back of his mind. He'd give you a couple hours. Maybe you'd fallen back asleep. Jonah got dressed for the day hoping to hear from you soon.

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Jonah tried to be patient, but when lunch rolled around he sent a text to see how you were. When that got no response, he sent another. Jonah tried to ignore the irking feeling crawling up his spine. By six that evening, he still hadn't heard from you, despite seeing that you'd been active on Facebook Messenger in the last two hours. He could understand if you needed your space, but he felt like something was wrong.

You left his house in a state of bliss this morning. What could have happened between then and when you got home? Jonah racked his brain to try to recall anything he'd said or done that might have upset you. He was drawing a blank. Scrubbing his hand down his face, he was moping in his room when his mom texted him that dinner was ready. Groaning and walking to the kitchen, Jonah gave his mom a forced smile.

"Is everything okay, dear?"

His mom immediately picked up on his sour demeanor. Jonah exhaled with his hand combing through his hair.

"I don't know right now."

Picking up a plate by the stove, Jonah spooned some of the casserole onto his dish. Kay observed him with a frown.

"Well, if it's about (Y/N), I hope you can work things out soon."

Jonah shrugged.

"I haven't heard from her all day, but she's been active on her socials. I honestly don't know what I could have done to upset her," he spoke as he sat at the table.

He put his head in his hand, and poked his fork at his food. His mom came to sit beside him. She hated that the two of you had gotten into a squabble, but she was sure it could be resolved. Kay reached her arm over to rub Jonah's back.

"I'm sure it'll all work out, darling."

They sat for their meal in relative silence after that. Jonah ate slowly, seemingly lost in thought. At the ping of his phone on the table, he scrambled to pick it up. Kay watched as he scrunched his brow, confusion stamped on his face. She didn't want to pry, but Jonah didn't seem to be taking it well, whatever it was.

"What did she say?" She asked softly.

Jonah hesitated before answering her.

"She said we need to talk tomorrow."

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You felt extremely nauseous. You've been anxious over this damn message all day. What the hell is your problem? Why couldn't you bring yourself to ask Jonah, or just let it go? He'd texted you multiple times throughout the day. He was worried that he hadn't heard from you since this morning. Guilt twisted in your gut, but there was also fear.

Fear that maybe this woman you don't even know is right. Fear that there was another catch to Jonah's bet with Max. What if this was all a ruse? Even though you hadn't known him for very long, you'd given Jonah every part of yourself. Are you a fucking idiot? Why are you so trusting?

You shook your head, blinking back tears. You have to find out what's going on. You have to message Joanna back. You'd delayed it until now, unsure if you wanted to engage. It was only a message request, and you could ignore and delete it if you wanted. But the skeptical part of you had to know.

What does that mean?

Even though you'd taken hours to respond to the ominous text, the chat bubbles almost immediately appeared after you sent your reply. You took a shuddering breath. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should have just shown Jonah.

It means that he didn't tell you everything about his bet with Max.

Your heart dropped at the new message that popped up. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking up to the ceiling to try to keep the tears in. After a couple fell anyway, you typed out your reply with shaky fingers.

What didn't he tell me?

Your brain was going haywire trying to figure out how you would react to different scenarios. What if he's still been messing around with other women behind your back? You found that unlikely, but anything's possible. What if he still has a girlfriend back in London? No, a fiancée? What would you do then? After a couple minutes of torture, the new message finally popped up on the screen.

The bet was that he picked a date out of pity. Hate to break it to you, but he's only been with you because he feels sorry for you

You bit your lip as you read it. A new sob racked through your body. There's no way. Jonah's feelings for you seem so genuine, but what if he only took you out originally because he felt sorry for you? The nerdy loner. The woman who never has a crowd of friends around her. You keep your circle small because you admittedly can't stand most people.

You don't see that as a weakness or a downfall, but to a guy like Jonah, maybe it is. Maybe he thought that you needed a pick-me-up, or that you would need him to be happy. Both of those ideas infuriated you and broke your heart at the same time. Jonah had come clean about the bet to you, but what if he conveniently left that part out?

You let the tears flow while you debated on your next step. You had to show this to Jonah, and ask him about it yourself. It wouldn't be a pleasant conversation, but it was a necessary one. After about ten minutes of crying and trying to self-soothe, you pulled up Jonah's contact on your phone.

Jonah ❤️

11:03 a.m.

Hey baby, I hope you made it home safe. Did you have to catch up on sleep? 😉❤️

12:25 p.m.

I'm starting to get worried 😔 Please wake up sleepyhead

5:13 p.m.

Did you need a day to yourself, love? You should've just told me

6:27 p.m.

Sorry. I need to talk to you tomorrow.

You'd been ignoring him all day, but Jonah texted you back within two minutes. You guessed that he was probably wildly confused.

6:29 p.m.

Okay, we can talk sweetheart. When do you want to meet?

More tears sprang to your eyes at his affectionate words. This has to be real, right?

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You walked briskly to the campus natatorium. It was 10:30 in the morning, and though you'd skipped your first lecture to try to sleep in, your efforts had been in vain. You knew for a fact that you looked tired, but you didn't care. You'd been agonizing over the situation all night, and questioning whether you're really enough for someone like Jonah. Whatever the answer, he needs to tell you to your face.

Jonah asked you to come after the swim team's practice for your talk. He wants it to happen as soon as possible. He's felt completely helpless and blind in the situation. He has to know what's going on. Jonah had just finished another round of timed laps when he threw his shoulder over the edge of the pool. He shouted for Max to tell him the time. Glancing over to the coach, Max answered him, albeit reluctantly.

"Uh, it's 10:32."

"Shit," Jonah hoisted himself out of the pool. He trotted to the bench to grab his towel and dry off, removing his goggles and swim cap.

"Oi, boy. Who told you you could leave?" Jonah's coach, a short man named Ty, fussed at him.

Jonah turned around with a huff.

"I've raced Eric four times already. I have to go," he moved to shoulder past the man.

Ty simply put a hand to his chest, effectively halting Jonah.

"You may have won the races, but your lap time is a lot slower today. You're distracted."

Jonah resisted rolling his eyes, but he did inhale another impatient breath.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I swear I'll make it up next time, but I have to meet my girl and-"

"What?" Ty snapped.

You pushed through the double doors of the building, and the pool came into view. You rounded the corner just as Jonah was caught in the conversation with his coach. You stopped in your tracks when you spotted the men standing toe to toe.

Jonah's frustration boiled over. He ran a hand through his hair. He was on the verge of panic after yesterday. He desperately needed to talk to you.

"Yes, I know I'm distracted," he raised his voice at Ty now. Jonah threw his arms up in the air. "There, you happy?"

"Well then get your head out of your ass, boy!" Ty shouted back. The man may be shorter than Jonah, but he can get loud.

"I'm trying!" Jonah responded at equal volume. "It's not like I actually planned for any of this to happen!"

That was it. That was all you needed to hear after the uncertainty and insecurities brought up by the last twenty four hours. You turned and bolted out of the room, not even realizing that your sneakers squeaked on the wet floors. At the sound, Jonah jerked his head back. He caught a glimpse of your hair as you fled the building.

"Fuck!"

Max rushed down to Jonah's side from his lifeguard chair. His eyes were wide.

"Was that (Y/N)?"

Jonah hesitated for a second, deciding if he wanted to continue to stand here and argue with Ty, or run after you. He chose the second option. Jonah split. Ty made a move to grab him, but Max stepped in front of the man with his hands up.

"Please, his girlfriend (Y/N) is going through a family emergency right now, and he really just needs to talk to her-" Jonah heard Max start. He didn't give a shit.

Jonah wrapped his towel around his waist so he wasn't running across campus in nothing but a speedo. He secured it as best he could before he burst out the double doors. His eyes were desperate for any flicker of you. He spotted you running down the sidewalk towards the parking lot. You're really not one for dramatics, but all of your doubts brought tears to your eyes. You only meant to be briskly walking away, but your pace quickened the more your eyes watered.

Jonah sprinted down the stairs, jumping down the last few. His bare feet on the concrete didn't feel amazing, but he had to try to catch up with you. He gained on you, but you were still pretty far ahead. Jonah gasped as you ran around the last building between you and the parking lot. He lost sight of you momentarily.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled. His desperation clawed at his insides. "(Y/N)!"

When he rounded the corner, he saw that you'd stopped just before stepping into the parking lot. Your back was still facing him, but Jonah wasted no time in running up to you. His hands came up to skirt around your shoulders as he moved to face you.

"(Y/N), please. Please tell me what's wrong, baby. Talk to me," Jonah ducked to try to meet your gaze, but it was cast down. He lowered himself on his knees. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes were splotchy and filled with tears as they connected with his. Immediately feeling a deep frown settle on his features, Jonah's hands found your hips.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here." He hugged your waist, and pressed his cheek to your stomach.

[ambrosialdesire]

Idk what type of drugs you put into your yandere Reiner series but it has been on my mind 24/7/365 I need tiny crumbs 🤲 anything, I need anything 😞

AAAAA TYYY i've seen you all the time in my activity and i wanna thank you so much for your constant support! <3

you want more cacoëthes reiner so here’s some more cacoëthes reiner crumbs!!! (also bc i want to write something else rn so i can keep writing the thing i was supposed to post a few weeks ago LOL) and on my kinktober list, there was an epilogue that i was supposed to write (AND I WILL I STG IM TRYING YALL BUT IM JUST BEING BOMBARDED WITH THIS FAST AF PACED PROGRAM 😭) and that was supposed to be a peek inside their relationship during her the first couple months into her pregnancy.

anyways, both the reader (or you lol) and reiner could not keep each other's hands off each other after that night, even though you swear on your entire family's dead souls that you hated him. his big fat cock was too irresistible to continue abstaining from and it's reiner, bro's a little too insatiable for only one round. he ain’t complaining though and he loves to fuck out those endearing i love you’s out of you, so two wins for him ig 😭

and of course, from a previous ask from an anon, reader does indeed get pregnant from the constant action lmfao

but ambro, couldn't the reader have done something to get rid of the child? yeah she/you could've, if not for the fact that you had began to develop feelings towards him (although its mostly bc of the amount of trauma you went through, extreme stockholm syndrome, and heavy coping you had to do in the aotverse, reiner’s the only stable thing in your life so you’re going to cling onto the closest thing of security you have, which is your captor unfortunately 💀) and you're kinda not opposed to it anymore. cacoëthes reader had always wanted to have a family but never thought it could be possible since giving life to a child in a world full of titans wasn't really ideal for starting one. lucky for you, you now live in a world where there's no titans (kinda)!

you were completely alone when you were going through the beginning symptoms of pregnancy, unaware of why you kept vomiting so often or why you had to go to the bathroom even more than before or why you were so fatigued after barely doing anything. when you went to the doctor, that’s when you finally found out that you were already 2 months pregnant. getting out of the office, you kinda snapped out of the housewife-sona you’ve developed in order to cope and become extremely aware of what was happening to you. you cried a lot, absolutely terrified that this was actually happening to you. you barely had your mom most of your life so you didn't know what you were going to do next, all you sorta knew what to do was to make sure that both you and the baby were going to be healthy for the rest of pregnancy.

reiner didn't know about it since he had to leave to go fight some more after a two month absence of him "taking care" of you and your injuries. he sorta did know that he had already gotten you pregnant from all those nights and afternoons fucking on every single surface of the home nonstop, but you never know. so when he came back about a month-ish later, his jaw dropped to the floor when you turned around with a slight bump in your stomach (around this time, you’re like maybe 3-4.5 months pregnant now).

he’s absolutely over the moon but you start crying in front of him, admitting that you’re so scared of the unknown future and what if he actually leaves for good (the abandonment issues are at an all time high bc of hormones and bc he did tell you that he’s going to eventually die in a couple of years 💀). reiner merely hushes you and tells you that you'll be a great mom and he'll be there for you for as long as he lives. it doesn't really make you feel better but the reassuring look in his eyes makes you feel some sort of dull comfort, it's better than nothing ig lol

reiner asks to be sent less often to the wars just so he won't miss the birth of his child or let you get injured again since you're alone most of the time. they grant this for him but they did dock his pay bc of it and it's not that bad of a cut, just more budgeting is going to be more involved in y'alls lives.

yea this is pretty mid snippet-wise sorry 😭

the epilogue i'm going to write covers even more in-depth with their relationship so stayed tuned for that eventually! i might post it on the year anniversary of cacoëthes pt 1 but we'll see lol

[monstersinthecosmos]

20 Qs for fic writers

Tagged by @jacqulinetan

1. How many works do you have on A03? 46 public, 3 private, 2 anon.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 692, 623!

3. What fandoms do you write for? VC and Sheith with a few YOI fics thrown in. 😊

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Star Eater, THE FRONT, Tonight the Stars Revolt!, Wayfinder, and Zero Hour!

5. Do you respond to comments? YES! I only share fics because I want comments lmfao. I want to talk to you!!! Sometimes I do like a quarterly roundup so I let them pile up and then answer them all every 3 months lol but I do try to reply to everybody!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I think for Sheith it’s C O A G V L A and for VC it’s The Lotus Eater or Gallows Bird? (The Lotus Eater and Gallows Bird have the Armand & Marius versions of the same ending bc Gallows Bird was a TLE remix LOL) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás also has a really bleak ending but it’s a PWP so it doesn’t hurt me as bad LOL.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? For Sheith it’s THE FRONT I think? For VC idk maybe Right Where it Belongs or In the Trials of the Heart?

8. Do you get hate on fics? I’ve gotten a lot of hate in fandom at large but never really got flagrant hate in an AO3 comment. I do occasionally get a rude unsolicited critique and I like to use that as an opportunity to write meta about why my decision was correct LOL

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I only write smut, thanks! WHAT KIND? idk I lean into BDSM but there's a few that aren't BDSM. I also write canon-compliant VC smut so it's either a vampire servicing a human or me trying to make blood drinking sound as horny as possible.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I used to when I was a teenager on my old accounts but it doesn’t really interest me anymore outside of like maybe a cute lil homage Easter Egg or something.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven’t co-written in a long time but I used to! One of my fav fics from high school was written with my best friend where we alternated chapters and it was so much fun!  

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Sheith and Marius/Armand and Armand/Daniel and Marius/Pandora !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are my fav ships to WRITE, I don’t really read a lot of VC though. I have lots of other fav ships to read.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don’t start stuff that I won’t finish adsgjl when I was in high school my FFnet page was a DISASTER just like 60 fics, none of them finished, and so when I returned to fic writing using AO3 I promise myself not to post stuff that I wasn’t confident I’d finish. Ideally I don’t even begin sharing something until it’s finished but TTSR was an exception bc it started as a PWP and got out of hand.

16. What are your writing strengths? I get complimented the most on tension and pacing! Also on emotional meta like characters' behavior around trauma.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really wish I was better at writing long fics. It’s been a goal of mine forever and I’ve gotten a little better but I’m not where I want to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Gjkaldsg I don’t think it’s necessary and often comes off as cheesy unless it serves a real purpose. I've seen it done really well before! (Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo came to mind!) And I think we’ve all seen this done badly enough in fanfic to kind of learn what not to do. I think there are times when the beauty and cadence of another language can add texture or say something that you simply can’t say in the default language, I also think it can be used to create a distance between the characters, even between the reader and the character. I used a lot of Latin in So Falls the World for example, because Marius and Pandora are reciting an ancient poem to each other, and it was important to me to leave it in Latin because I wanted to communicate their age, that they’re clinging to something archaic because it’s familiar to them, when it’s incongruous to the world around them and also the text around them. Same with the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences, where Louis is reciting a French poem. I mean do we assume that Louis and Lestat speak French to each other at home anyway? But putting the poem in the original language AT LEAST FOR ME created a sense that Louis is playing a role, that it’s something outside of himself. Basically I think media does this all the time and we are smart enough to know that the language we’re consuming might not be the language the characters are actually speaking, we all know that! So the question is, when people sprinkle random words into their stories or dialogue, I ask: What purpose did this serve? Is this how bilingual people actually talk? Is it written for bilingual readers as a shared experience or is it meant to confuse monolingual readers for effect? Is it used sparingly to add texture, is it just a fun word that you want to use? Do whatever you want but I think we need to ask ourselves these questions before writing something that’s a sloppy mess at best, and a racist caricature at worst!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pro wrestling =P

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Tonight the Stars Revolt! is my fav Sheith fic, it’s like my magnus opus that I do all my meta work for, everything I’ve thought deeply about was ultimately for this fic, I HAVENT UPDATED IT IN ALMOST 2 YEARS IM REALLY SORRY LIFE KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME IT’S BEEN HECTIC but I think about it constantly, more than you know, I have 3 playlists for it that I listen to all the time, it’s just always on my mind. For VC it used to be So Falls the World but now that I wrote Gallows Bird I think it’s that, too. I can’t tell if it’s because Gallows Bird is just newer and less sloppy LOL but jkdlhakjgsd I THINK I AVOIDED WRITING MARIUS FIC FOR A LONG TIME BC I WAS INTIMIDATED BUT THE TIMES I DO WRITE HIM I HAVE SUCH A BLAST and I just love him so much!

TAGGING: @hekateinhell @apoptoses @mothmage @nothing-but-paisley @covenofthearticulate @lovevamp @bubblegum-blackwood & EVERYONE ELSE

[samwpmarleau]

fic: sometime around midnight

idk man, i saw “night walks” on a prompt list and this came out. set in an alt-season 4 (probably).

She likes walking at night. There’s far too much light pollution in L.A. to see much of the stars, but the endless blanket of nothingness above is comforting all the same. The temperature cools enough to make long sleeves pleasant instead of just a statement. It’s freeing, too, to walk around without any fear or feeling like she needs to thread her fingers around her car keys with her head on a swivel. The buzzing beneath her skin from the million and one creatures and objects around her waiting to be manipulated renders any potential danger a nonissue.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing on her own so late?”

Daisy smiles to herself. Even without a voice to accompany it, the unique vibration of Robbie Reyes shines through the white noise of all the rest.

“I don’t think pickup lines are supposed to sound threatening,” she says, slowing her pace just a fraction so he can catch up.

“I was being — it wasn’t a pickup line.”

“A threat, then? You should know better than that by now.”

Daisy takes her hands out of her pockets and points them downward, causing the pavement to shiver just enough to be unsettling. Still a far cry from their first meeting, when she cracked the ground beneath his feet and sent him to his knees. He’s been on his knees since, too, but it’s never taken a quake to do it.

“You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something? Retract those claws, girl.”

Daisy has a retort to that prepared as she turns down an alleyway — What would you know about my bed? perhaps — but opts for the truth instead, just this once. “Sorry. Long day.”

Robbie grabs her hand to tug her to a stop. His handsome features are marred by a frown, every trace of playfulness gone. “Daisy.”

She leans forward to smush her face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of old leather and motor oil. Robbie stiffens in surprise before slowly wrapping his arms around her.

She supposes she can’t blame him for being tentative; until now, things had never been like this, so serious and fraught. They work better as strangers. As enemies. Or pretending as such, anyway. This isn’t the first time he’s weakened her armor, each kernel of information he drops about himself heightening her intrigue, but this is the first time she’s let him penetrate it.

The fact that he can’t die helps. That much she’ll admit. She’s a walking cancer to everyone else, a hazard to anyone who gets too close, but not him. Hell, she’d tried to kill him in the beginning, and it didn’t take.

He’ll always be here, in one form or another.

She calms, a little, as she shuts out the rest of the world to listen to the beat of his heart and tune into the specific timbre of his vibrational frequency. Frequencies plural, really. His, steady and low, and the Rider’s, frenetic and high. The latter’s barely noticeable at the moment, however. The demon inside him doesn’t usually bother to rouse itself anymore when she’s nearby.

“Cariño,” Robbie murmurs, the endearment soft as silk on his tongue, “you’re scaring me.”

She lets out a weak snort. “Ghost Rider’s got jokes. Come on, I’m not scaring —”

“I mean it. Are you in some kind of trouble?”

She doesn’t want to tell him — she can’t tell him, not yet — but she doesn’t want to lie either. Quietly, she asks, “Just hold me?”

“Yeah,” he says, so immediately and without question that it makes her start to cry.

Once she starts she can’t seem to stop, for a certainty getting snot and makeup and tears on his beloved jacket, but he doesn’t mention it. He merely does as asked, holds her so tightly it almost hurts — almost burns, like he’s trying to keep her in one piece long enough to cauterize her wounds.

He could kill her like this, she muses, if he wanted to. Sizzle her flesh and char her bones with the touch of a finger. In turn, she could quake his organs apart, maim him so thoroughly it’d take the Rider a week to stitch him back together.

They’re two of the most dangerous people in the world, the pair of them, and maybe one day that’ll be a problem.

But for now, all Daisy feels is safe.